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jofie-does-things · 4 years ago

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I Know Those Eyes

Summary: You never thought you’d see those eyes again. Not since he died all those years ago. But that doesn’t change the fact that the man you ran into (literally) has the same eyes.

Pairing: Ezio Auditore x Reader (AC: Brotherhood)

Word Count: 4.3K

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Abuse, Implied past abuse, Canon-typical violence (ie Ezio assassinates someone), Swearing

A/N: This is my first time writing angst, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. The story is loosely inspired by the song ‘I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead’ and I highly recommend giving it a listen for the vibes. This is physical evidence of my need to be held™

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It’d been years since Ezio had even thought about stepping foot in Florence and if it weren’t for the man he was targeting, he wouldn’t be here in the first place.

The stillness of the night and the warm glow of lanterns adorning the doorways were familiar to him, but the eerie quiet only worsened the haunting feeling. And the accompanying sounds of armor from the guards in the streets didn’t help much either. There were too many painful memories. Too many things he’d had to leave behind.

But he was back. Back to take down another one of Cesare’s lackeys: Marco Esposito.

He was a man that Ezio believed wouldn’t be too much of a problem, but he was wrong. Backed by the power of Cesare, the coward believed he could do what he wanted and it was Ezio’s duty to make him realize otherwise.

Unfortunately, with the increase of guards throughout Firenze, this was not going to be easy.

He’d recognized the posts upon rooftops and throughout the streets, but the groups had gotten bigger. Which just meant more hassle for him. It also didn’t help that, when he’d walked by Esposito’s estate, it was swarming with them. Coward.

Now, with his travels and canvassing of the city over and done with, Ezio just needed a place to rest. His feet dragged and the horseback journey here hadn’t exactly helped his growing back pain.

Had Ezio been paying attention to what was in front of him he probably would have seen the person barreling around the corner of the building ahead of him, but he’d been too busy scanning the rooftops for a tower of some sort to take shelter in.

A blur crossed his vision before he realized that that blur was heading his way. It became apparent that the blur was a person when it sprawled on the ground upon impact with his chest.

“Oh, Mi dispiace, Signore. I didn’t see you there.”

It was a woman. A familiar woman. Someone he never thought he’d see again.

Ezio stiffened. His heart felt like it had stopped and sped up simultaneously. The blood roared through his ears, silencing all thoughts to his brain.

It was you.

And you were still struggling to get up from the ground.

“It is fine. I should’ve known that the streets of Firenze are never completely empty.” He held out a hand for you and you took it with a small smile, eyes downcast so as to keep him from revealing your identity.

It didn’t help.

Pulling your hand away, you wiped discreetly at your face before bringing your hand back down and sucking a deep breath in, followed by a shaky exhale. A quick scan of your face revealed puffy eyes and tear tracks left behind in carelessness.

His heart clenched.

“Grazie, Signore.” You ducked into a curtsy, before finally glancing up to meet his gaze momentarily. Panic seized Ezio and he swept into a bow to avoid your own recognition of his identity. His heart seemed to be beating straight into the hand draped across his chest.

Get out of there.

Clearing his throat as he straightened, Ezio gave you a nod before opening his mouth to speak once more.

“Be safe, Signora. Buonanotte.” He all but whispered, his statement lacking all his usual charm in favor of a speedy getaway. Sparing you no further glance, he ducked into an alley and made it to the rooftop in time to watch you walk slowly away.

He only wished his heart didn’t long to follow.

—

It couldn’t be, could it?

Could he really have returned to you after all these years?

It wasn’t likely. No. It wasn’t just unlikely, it was impossible.

He was dead. You’d heard it.

When his father and brothers were hanged, he was hunted down. He was too reckless in his need for revenge and he’d been caught by the guards of Firenze.

He had died the following morning.

And your spirit had died with him.

But if that was the case, how was he here now? It was a story that your— since passed— father had told you. Had he lied to you? You scoff to yourself, earning a side glance from a passing merchant but you pay him no mind as you trudge your way through the streets.

Your father, in his years in this world, wasn’t known for his kindness. It was him who’d pushed you into a marriage to a man nearly fifteen years your senior. You had no say in the matter and your husband— the word sent bile up your throat every time— had all the wealth your father could ever hope to gain. The whole ceremony was a loveless affair but, when questioned by the other noble ladies, you say that you have a simple, romantic relationship. Something that you wish you could convince yourself of as easily as they had been.

You pause in the entrance to the plaza of your husband’s villa. Your husband’s, not yours. He loved to remind you of that fact. Nothing was truly yours: not your home, your freedom, nothing.

Were you hallucinating? Had you just seen the face of the only man who ever cared for you because you’d taken one too many blows to the head? Were you on the verge of death and that was the ghost of him greeting you from the other side?

No, the creaking feeling in your bones as you kneeled at the base of the stairs reminded you that you were very much alive. And so did the droplets of water that began to rain down upon you from the darkened clouds in the sky. Distant rolls of thunder and the puddles collecting on the too-perfect cobblestones of the plaza.

You should move, before he sees.

The thought sends a fresh wave of hot tears down your face, a stark contrast against the pins and needles of the chilling downpour.

This was never what you wanted.

What you wanted was a life with Ezio, a man that was snatched from this world too early. Or so it seemed.

You knew those eyes, the ones you’d spent hours gazing into. Those wonderful brown eyes. In fact, you swore that they looked almost golden at times, a brightness that put the finest jewels to shame. They were the ones that haunted your dreams for years, how could you ever forget them?

But that man, he had those exact eyes. Lines of age had altered them slightly, but they were still his. You’re sure of it.

Which meant that you could see them again.

It’s this thought that carries your bruised and broken body out of the chill of the storm.

—

It’s not until late in the evening, two days later, that you spot him on the streets again.

Despite the hood that hides his identity, the stark white stands out against the quickly darkening clouds of the night sky.

Based on his reaction at your last meeting— the fact that he pretended not to recognize you— you decide to follow him. The fear that he’d avoid you in a direct conversation seizing at your chest.

As you moved with him, the crowds from the evening market began to thin out until, you noticed, as he emerged into a courtyard, there was no one around. He walked to the center of the plaza, the slivers of the moon peeking through the clouds adorned his robes, the glow of the pure white seemingly otherworldly and out of place. You could almost believe that he was a ghost if you hadn’t physically run into him two days prior.

So mesmerized by the ethereal look of him that you hadn’t noticed him turn your way until he called out to you in the darkness.

“There is no point in hiding. Come out and face me.” He spoke confidently, as if he knew you’d been there the whole time— though he probably did. You notice that he’s ducked down and his feet are spread into a stance, poised and ready to attack. Despite this, the sound of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, similar to that of a familiar melody playing again after being lost to time.

You know it’s him and it’s this certainty that encourages you to step out from the archway and into the light of the courtyard to speak the words that have been eating away at you since you ran into him.

“Is it really you?” He stiffens at the sight of you then clears his throat and straightens in an effort to look casual and composed. Obviously, he was expecting someone else. A thought that makes your heart clench slightly.

“I have no idea what you are referring to, Signora.” He’s fiddling with the lapels of his robes, gaze avoiding you altogether in favor of recovering from the shock he’s received; obvious only to you as you’ve always been one for an attention to detail, especially when it came to him. Satisfied with the array of his clothing, he finally levels his eyes with your figure standing across the plaza from him.

There’s a moment of hesitation before, as if looking at you were similar to looking straight at the sun for too long, he sweeps himself into a bow. Exactly the same as the one you received two days ago.

“I’m sorry for the confusion I may have caused, but I have some business to attend to. If you’ll excuse me.” The fluidity of his turn has you reeling and the quick dismissal is one that keeps you stuck where you stand until it hits you—

He’s leaving.

You stumble forward, tripping over the cracks in the cobblestones.

His back is turned to you. You hone in on it as if it were your lifeline. At this point, it might as well be.

With your heart racing alongside your footsteps, you call out to him with everything you have left.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

He pauses, his back still faces you. But you have a hold on his hand, latching onto the warmth of him.

“The man you’re searching for is long gone,” He glances over his shoulder, that amber gaze— cold in contrast to the heat of his hand, a practiced iciness— barely making contact before his other hand comes up to gently pry your fingers away, “I’m sorry.”

The apology is spoken in a whisper, but it’s barely audible to you over the ringing in your ears.

Once free of your grasp, he steps wordlessly away and stalks to the exit on the other side of the courtyard. The glow of his robes disappear in the shadows, along with your hope.

Your knees find the rough cobblestone of the plaza when he’s out of sight and the tears find their familiar tracks down your cheeks. You fold in on yourself, forehead pressed to the ground as the air rushes out of your lungs in a silent sob.

He’s gone.

He is really, truly, gone.

You never should’ve allowed yourself to hope in the first place.

—

The wringing of his heart hadn’t stopped for days and it was only going to get worse from here.

In fact, the thought of tearing out his heart entirely seemed like the less painful option at this point. Maybe then Ezio could pour his focus into the mission ahead of him.

His target needed to be eliminated tonight, Machiavelli had emphasized as much to him in the letter he’d received the day prior. And it was the one thing he couldn’t bring himself to pay much attention to. Not since his run-in with you.

Considering the fact that Marco had been on high alert, increasing guard patrols and instilling a curfew over the city, Ezio had expected him to send someone to follow him. But what he didn’t expect was you.

You

Bathed in moonlight as you stepped out from the shadows. Looking just as beautiful as the day he left you. The day tragedy had torn his life to pieces.

Ezio believed that, after all these years away, he’d gotten better at controlling the ache that bloomed in his chest whenever he thought of you. He was wrong. These run-ins had taken that belief and ripped it to pieces.

He longed to run to you. To sweep you into an embrace that you would never leave. He longed to kiss you. Deeply and tenderly, the way he knew you always liked. But he couldn’t.

Not anymore.

Not with the life he led.

So, he’d stayed rooted to his spot, moving mechanically to part ways with you. Rushing into one last goodbye, taking those last moments to commit your form to memory. A sad smile twitched at the corner of his lips, one which he hoped you couldn’t see because it would make this all the more harder for him.

What Ezio wasn’t prepared to face was the grip of your hands on one of his. The trembling from your fingers that sent jolts through his body. He would’ve told you everything with just that simple gesture. But he steeled his nerves and with his other hand— shaking just as much as yours by now— peeled your hand back before his resolve crumbled completely.

He’d hidden behind the archway instead of leaving immediately, listening to your heart breaking along with his. It was unfair of him, yes, but it’s what needed to happen. This wasn’t something you could get involved in. He’s lost too many loved ones to this fight and he refused to add you to that list.

A shaky inhale past the knot in his throat awoke him to his reality. His thoughts came back to him. The mission. Cesare’s man. He needed to leave now.

Pushing off the wall of the archway, Ezio takes a shaky step forward before striding towards the building he intended to scale.

—

By the time your eyes had dried out and the only remnant of tears were the crusted trails on your cheeks, the moon was high in the night sky. The clouds had almost dissipated, making way for the twinkle of the constellations. It was a reminder that you needed to be back soon.

You absentmindedly make your way through the familiar streets, the route back to the villa engraved into your movements, allowing you to trudge back without much thought. Despite your muddied attire, you enter through the front doors.

The servants of the household pay you no mind, knowing that making a fuss over their lady’s appearance would bring the wrath down upon you as well as them. It’s only Giulia who dares step away from her duties to help you up the stairs to your chambers.

Giulia, a beautiful and lively woman of almost 60, has been by your side since you were born. Despite her place as the head housemaid in your old home, she took it upon herself to look after you when your mother died in childbirth. When you were married to Marco, she’d been the only remnant you had of home when she became head housemaid of your husband’s abode.

There was nothing you could keep from her and, from the look she was giving you as she ran a comforting hand down your back, you’d have to tell her about what had transpired tonight.

A warm bath and a fresh nightgown later, Giulia had you seated in front of the fireplace, working through the tangles in your hair with a comb.

“So, are you going to tell me about it, or are we going to continue to sit in silence?” Giulia’s attempt at cheering you up. You let out a dry chuckle, shoulders shaking with the effort of keeping the disappointment down.

“I—“ you sigh, “I thought he came back.” The fingers working through your hair never hesitated. She knew who you were referring to.

“I mean— he was right in front of me. I ran into him two days ago. He was there, tonight, i-in the courtyard—“ You continued on, telling her of all that had happened these last few days. Listening to you explain his sudden appearance and disappearance in your life with steady hands continuing to ready you for bed. Nothing about your story fazed her, it seemed. And by the time you were through with regailing her of your encounter, you were laying in bed, having the leftover tears wiped away in her motherly manner.

The slamming of the door to your chambers sent a jolt through your body and your heart sank. You hoped you’d be asleep by the time Marco wandered in from his late night, that maybe you could avoid whatever “punishment” he had for being gone all day.

You curled tighter into the mattress, grip on your pillow ironclad as Marco dismissed Giulia with a belch. The shuffle of her footsteps faded away while his heavy stomps neared the bed. His wine-stained breath reached you before he did and you had to stifle a gag as his rough hands reached to grab hold of your shoulder.

You have no idea what possessed you to— perhaps the knowledge that you’d seen the man you loved is what lit the fire in you— but before you knew it, you’d twisted out of Marco’s hold and brought your nails down on his face.

With a bellow, Marco sprang back from your form, a hand to his eye as you rolled off the bed.

“You bitch!” He brings his hand back, revealing the rivulets of blood running from the gash on his cheek. He staggers towards you in his blind and drunken rage while you run to the vanity, rummaging through the combs and cosmetics to find something, anything to use against him.

A simple eye pencil was what you were rewarded with. You snatched the tool off your vanity and whirled around in time to meet the palm flying to meet your face. The force of the blow sent you to the rug, the pencil flying from your grasp as the wind was knocked from your lungs and the stinging in your cheek flamed hotter with the heat of the fire next to you.

Still working to refill the breath you lost, Marco clunkily settled his weight on your abdomen. His hands closed around your throat, slipping slightly in his drunken stupor, but the threat remained as his fingers squeezed.

“If I knew how much trouble you’d be for me, I never would’ve wasted my precious time,” his fingers squeezed tighter, “and,” tighter, “money!” Tighter.

He was going to kill you.

He was going to kill you— and you couldn’t do anything about it. Even your scratching at his hands and arms seemed to do nothing. Your vision blurred, marred with black spots that were growing larger by the millisecond. The grease of his hair ran through your fingers as your limbs grew heavy. His face, contorted in rage and turning red as he spoke, grew fuzzy.

At least you could die knowing you gave him hell.

“No children, no fortune, nothing,” he was leaning closer and closer, almost determined to be the last thing you saw of this world, “You are the most useless—“

The loss of his hands around your throat along with the weight of him from on top of you, brought the world back into focus. You rolled onto your side, coughing and gasping for air as you caught sight of a familiar form hunched over your husband. The ringing in your ears subsides enough to catch the tail-end of his statement.

“-not fit to even breathe the same air as her,” the sound of a blade sinking into flesh followed by a wet gargle, “Requiescat in Pace, bastardo.” The venom in his low whisper sends a shiver down your spine.

Another series of coughs rips through your throat, drawing the attention of your savior. He moves swiftly to wrap his arms around your shoulders, allowing you to lean against his chest. The warmth of his hand soothes down your face.

Your vision clears enough to truly see the face of the man holding you.

“I knew it.” You croak out. He folds his body over yours in an awkward, yet loving, embrace. You can feel the shaky laugh he lets out as you reach to wrap your own arms around his shoulders. His smile presses into your neck and his other hand cups the back of your head.

“You did,” he pulls back slightly, eyes earnestly finding yours, “and I am so sorry for not telling you. You have no idea how much I regret it.” His gaze bounces back and forth between your eyes. The hood of his robes has fallen off, which makes his stare all the more intimidating. Still, you can’t give in easily and accept his apologies without an explanation.

“Why?” Is all you whisper, but he knows what you’re really asking. He shifts a little and clears his throat, the heat of his hands still pressing into your head and waist. He seems to be contemplating how to tell you until he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, shakily.

“The life I lead now— it’s a dangerous one.” His gaze never leaves yours, a silent plea for your attention, though he already had it.

“Since the day my father and brothers,” he pauses, the lines around his eyes and brows deepen, the memory of it clearly still painful, “I’ve dedicated my life to taking down the man responsible: Rodrigo Borgia.” He spits the name out with venom lacing it. Your brows knit together in confusion and a slight frown settles on your lips.

“The Pope?” His hand comes up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear and moves to smooth the space between your brows with his thumb— an action you instinctively relax into. It was a comfort he provided all those years ago whenever he found you upset or frustrated.

“Sì, the Pope. It affords him friends in high places and I’ve been eliminating those same friends one by one.” He nods to the form of your husband laying in the corner of the room. You swallow hard.

“So, does that mean he’s—”

“Dead, sì,” He confirms grimly, “Although, that bastardo deserved a fate worse than death.” Ezio’s hold on you tightens just slightly as if to subconsciously confirm that you’re here, alive, and in the safety of his embrace. You guide his head to you once more and his face softens. There was just one more thing that didn’t make sense.

“I spent every single day thinking of you, wishing I could go back to the way things were, but it was all too dangerous. And I thought that if I let you continue on without me, that you’d be safe from that danger.” He chuckles dryly, tilting his gaze to the ceiling, “Look how well that turned out.”

The last of the puzzle pieces had fallen into place. Everything suddenly made sense. Why your father had been so ready to tell you that Ezio was gone. Why Marco Esposito, a man so hated by the nobility, had suddenly shot into a position of power. Why Ezio had avoided you in your encounters.

“Sometimes life doesn’t go the way we want it to, but we’re here now,” you shift so you’re matching his kneeling stance, bringing a hand from his shoulder to rest it on his own that found purchase on your face, “together.” The familiar grin splits his face. One you haven’t seen for a long, long time.

“And I am so unbelievably happy to know that you, Ezio Auditore, are alive and sitting here in front of me.”

He leans in, taking up what little space there is between you, eyes half-lidded and mischievous glint in his eye. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, coaxing you closer ever so slightly.

“And I, Ezio Auditore, am so unbelievably happy to be here as well.”

He closes the distance, lips meeting yours in the gentle way that only he possesses. It makes your heart flutter like you’re kissing him for the first time. A feeling that you’ve longed to have for years. His other hand leaves your waist to cup the other side of your face, deepening the kiss. It’s earnest and sweet, making up for lost time. There’s a reluctance in him as he parts from you, breath ghosting ever so softly over your lips.

“I’m so sorry that I kept you in the dark for so long. And I’m sorry for making you wait this long for me.” Another kiss is placed on your lips, shorter this time, but it makes your stomach flip pleasantly nonetheless. You pull him in for an embrace. His hands are holding you so tightly, it’s as if he’d never let you go no matter what.

“Come with me.” He pulls back so abruptly it leaves your head spinning, falling forward onto his chest with the force of it.

“What?”

“Come back with me. To Roma.”

You’re frozen. The thought of reuniting with Ezio and running away with him all in the same night leaves you reeling. It’s quite possibly the best decision you could ever make. There was nothing here for you.

Ezio, obviously mistaking your silence for denial, adds hastily, “I-I mean, I understand if you choose not to. The life I lead is not for everyone. I should’ve-”

You silence his anxious ramblings with another long kiss and you feel his body physically relax under your hands.

“Of course I’ll go with you. There is nowhere I’d rather be than by your side.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, amore mio.”

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omgrachwrites · 4 years ago

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Beneath The Mask - Jacob Frye

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Summary: When you witness Evie Frye assassinate the Templar Lucy Thorne, the future of London is thrown into disarray and Jacob is left heartbroken.

Warnings: tiny bit of fluff, angst

Words: 1260

A/N: So I’m obsessed with the Frye Twins again so I wanted to write this fic, not quite sure how I feel about it but I hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think! Also, can we all agree that Enzo is the perfect face claim for Jacob? I love you all! xxx

The smog of London filled the air – and your chest – turning the world around you grey, a chill ran through the night air causing you to shiver but that was nothing compared to the racing of your heart. Your heart was beating so fast that you were afraid that it would burst out of your chest. Trailing behind Evie, you anxiously bit at your lip as you noticed how tense her body was.

As you rode the small boat over the murky waters of the Thames, you tried calling out to Evie but your voice got lost in the howling wind. You glanced over at Evie’s face and even after assassinating Lucy Thorne there was no sign of regret in her eyes. However, when she looked over at you, her hazel eyes hardened and it was difficult to believe that this was the same woman – your best friend – who had joked with you as you shared a pint the night before.

“Evie,” you started, feeling the guilt close around your heart as you neared the Frye’s train.

A furious look crossed Evie’s freckled face as she whipped around to look at you, “when were you ever going to tell us?!” she waved her arms around like a mad woman. You sighed and fiddled with your fingers as you looked at your feet upon the filthy floor, “you were never going to tell us were you?” Evie whispered and you looked back up at her, her face was impassive, she was good at hiding her feelings when she was hurt, “you’re supposed to be my friend.”

“Evie, how was I supposed to tell you? Please, let me explain,” you begged, your heart feeling heavy as your eyes filled with tears and you reached out for her. Your heart splitting when she backed away. It wasn’t supposed to end up this way.

“I should kill you right now!”

“That’s a good point, why haven’t you? You’ve had plenty of chances, you could have killed me along with Lucy, or on the way back here.”

Evie rolled her eyes like the reason was obvious, “because Jacob has feelings for you, you know that and if I killed you there would be no way that Jacob would believe me about who you really are. I’d lose him forever, so you’re going to tell Jacob the truth, if you don’t then I will. He can decide what to do with you, I’m done with you,” she snarled before retreating into the train.

You sighed, running your hands through your hair, you were very worried about what was to come, “what the hell is the matter with Evie? Other than the usual,” Jacob, Evie’s twin brother – and your lover – chuckled as he met you on the train’s platform.

His handsome face made your heart stop and a wave of sadness washed over you as you glanced up at him. The smile on Jacob’s face dropped.

“Are you alright, love?” he asked as he cupped your cheek, his hazel eyes scanning over your face as he brushed his lips against yours.

His concern almost made you cry but you managed to smile as you rested your hands on his firm chest, “we um need to talk, there’s something that I need to tell you,” you hesitating, clearing your throat, “can we go for a drink?”

Jacob raised a scarred eyebrow as he gestured to the inside of the train, “you realise that we have a small pub right here on the train where the beer is free?” he chuckled.

When you told Jacob the truth, you didn’t want to be on a train surrounded by Rooks and Assassins, “I want to be alone with you.”

Jacob grumbled and complained but eventually, he agreed and you found a small pub in White Chapel. Jacob took a sip of his beer and his handsome face was full of worry as he looked over at you, “really, are you alright, Y/N?”

With an aching heart, you leaned over the table to kiss him gently, he deserved to know, no matter how scared you were. When you sat back, he took your hands in his big ones, “I saw Evie assassinate Lucy Thorne,” you sighed, taking a huge swallow of your beer.

Jacob frowned as he rubbed his thumb over your hand, “why were you there? You’re a Rook, not an assassin.”

You closed your eyes, this was it, “I was there because,” you hesitated, “I’m a Templar, Crawford Starrick is my father.”

At once, Jacob’s face changed, he dropped your hand and went for his blade, quick as a flash, you slammed Jacob’s hand down on the table, making him drop his weapon, “I need to explain, let me explain.”

His face faltered slightly before his lip curled with disgust and he snarled at you, “you have 2 minutes, better make it good or I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“When you and your sister began killing off his Templars, he started to get scared, I was over in America on a job so he sent for me. To find you and Evie,” you bit your lip, “you two are too trusting, it wasn’t hard to join the Rooks, nobody knows who I am. Except for my father and his employees.”

“So you lied to us? Betrayed us? You’ve failed in your mission because my sister and I are still kicking,” hurt flashed in his eyes before they were clouded over by anger once more and you hated yourself for hurting him.

“Jacob,” you reached out to him and he let you take his hand, a stark contrast to his sister, but maybe he was still in shock, “I was biding my time, I didn’t want to be too hasty, and then I fell in love with you. My father made out like you were my enemies but you just want to create a better London, I was so blinded by my father. The night that I stopped being a double agent for my father was the morning you took me to watch the sunset on the top of Big Ben, that was the when I fell in love with you Jacob. I love you. If I wasn’t at the White Tower, Lucy Thorne would have grown suspicious, I had no choice.”

Jacob sat back, letting go of your hand and he drained the last of his beer before slamming the glass back down on the table and throwing a couple of gold coins into the middle of the table, “that’s a nice story, Y/N, and I must admit, you had me and Evie fooled. But it doesn’t change what you are, who you are, you’re still a Templar. So, what you are going to do is get your things from the train and take a ship back to America, I never want to see you again, ever,” he sniffed, his eyes glistening with tears as he got up from the table and stalked out of the pub.

Tears streamed down your face and over your lips as you watched the most beautiful man walk away from you, you should have known that Evie would have come after Lucy Thorne. Your father had ruined everything. Your heart was broken and you were one for doing crazy things when you were hurt, so you had to do it. You created the plan, the plan to kill your father, it would take the kill away from the Frye twins but it would be the best plan for London. For everyone. For Jacob.

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morrigan-writings · 4 years ago

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All Aboard; Part 1

Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: fight scenes, brief mention of good ol’ victorian child labor

Summary: The Frye twins and Reader have been tasked with their first targets of the London Templars, with Jacob and Y/N going after Rupert Ferris.

A/N: once again, just rewriting a canon scene but adding in a reader insert just until I get the hang of writing AC characters

Ferris Ironworks, Croydon, 1868

The noonday sun finally poked its head out from a window in the cloud cover, burning away a few bits of fog and mist that clung to the people and structures like cobwebs. High pitched whines of metal on metal echoed through the air throughout the train yard that I and my companions were now hiding in.

George Westhouse had summoned the three of us to finally carry out the mission he’d been planning for the last couple weeks, and we were just itching to get to it.

We were currently huddled out behind one of the many stationary train cars, George peering around the corner as a couple of the Blighters that his London contact had warned him about sauntered by on patrol. Seeming satisfied with our privacy he turned back towards us, looking his usual grim self.

“The iron ships from here. The Templar running things is Rupert Farris, and our target one. Target two is Sir David Brewster, who’s got his hands on a bauble that could ruin us in this wretched war,” he turned his back to keep guard at the corner once more. “Think you three can handle it?”

“What a question.” Our Mentor started at Jacob’s voice, which had somehow come from above him. Unable to contain our buzzing energy, the three of us had immediately scaled the train car the second he turned.

“Oh, right, my mistake. Ladies and gentlemen, the unstoppable trio of Y/N Y/L/N and the Frye Twins; see them nightly in Covent Garden,” George huffed in exasperation, having put up with our juvenile shenanigans for years. The three of us just shared a laugh and exchanged mischievous grins.

However, just then Jacob had turned to spot the oncoming train we now needed to catch, giving a nudge to my arm as we turned to get in position.

Evie turned to George as he climbed up to join us. “George, honestly, I’ve studied the plans of the laboratory and have the route covered,” she assured him, ever the responsible sibling.

“And I’ve got all I need right here,” Jacob cut in, motioning to his Hidden Blade as I rolled my eyes. “I’ll extend your regards to Ferris.”

“Chat later, George, we’ve a train to catch,” I jumped in, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly before turning just in time to join the twins in their short running leap to the moving train alongside us, needing a split second to find solid footing as George’s voice cut back to us.

“May the Creed guide you, you vagrants!”

I sketched a dramatic bow to the Mentor as Evie turned toward him, adopting a more solemn tone. “Poor man, more afraid than ever. The years have not been kind.”

“Evie Frye, where do you get it from?” her brother chuckled, shaking his head.

The older twin gave grin. “The same place as you, Jacob.”

I turned back toward my friends. “Alright so as we agreed before, Evie, I believe you’re going to require more stealth with Brewster, and as such, having more than one person on your target will only cause more harm than good. I’ll be pairing off with Jacob for Ferris,” the said twin shot his sister a triumphant grin.

“I wouldn’t look so smug, brother dear, Y/N basically just stated you require more assistance than I,” Evie rebutted, a glint of mischief in her eyes. But she turned back to me before her stunned brother could make a remark. “Agreed. Good luck, and I’ll see you both at the rendezvous.”

Jacob gave a short whistle, grabbing our attention. Our stop was arriving.

The two of us crouched, preparing for the jump, before Jacob turned back to his sister. “Have fun.”

Evie smiled back with a laugh. “Don’t die!”

All she got was an answering, manic grin before Jacob and I ran the few steps off the roof before launching ourselves towards the very static ground below, with myself landing and rolling directly on a stacked pile of lumber and Jacob grabbing hold of a lamp pole, swinging and landing right next to me.

“Shall we?” Jacob offered me a hand up. Scanning the building in front of us, we eventually found a large window near the roof, propped open wide enough for a human to squeeze through. Climbing up and onto the sill, we leaped down and landed on one of the numerous metal platforms in the factory.

Looking around, I noted the abundance of platforms and catwalks, large metal pipes and forges…… and the sizable number of children working amongst the metal beasts. I knew Jacob was doing the same, but our cataloging was abruptly interrupted by the pained sobs wrenching from a child below on the dirt floor, a metal support beam having fell on him.

Two men had run over to move the steel as fast as they could, having to hold myself back from rushing in to help, just as another man walked in through the large warehouse doors. Stout, self-assured, and a scowl permanently etched on his face beneath a bowler hat. Our target, Rupert Ferris.

“How long does he intend to go on like this?” the Templar complained, my jaw clenching at the disdain in his voice. “He’s disrupting the other workers!”

We watched in tense silence as the men finally heaved the metal off the boy, holding him up between the two of them as they helped him hobble off. Hopefully to a doctor.

“Shut his trap and get the machine fixed! And send me some laudanum for my head,” Ferris’ final dismissal rang out as he left the building.

“Coming right up,” I ground out, my anger slowly rising after witnessing such mistreatment. Jacob glanced over, his own brows lowered.

“Care for a spot of hunting?” he quipped, right as he launched himself from our perch, swinging back down to the ground floor via the chains and pipes scattered about.

I was quick to follow, jogging after him and dodging workers between the furnaces, until we reached the end of the warehouse. Jacob reached out and gave several tugs on the handle, but the door didn’t so much as budge.

“Locked,” he muttered in disappointment.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A nasally voice piped up behind us as we turned, belonging to a man lounging against the nearby brick wall, possibly a foreman. He looked us up and down before continuing. “No one goes in or out…. ‘less there’s a problem.”

After taking a moment of consideration, I turned to Jacob, my voice lowered so avoid prying ears.

“We halt the machines in some way……. then that door opens and we have our route to Ferris.”

“Clever. Won’t hear any complaints from me then,” Jacob gave a grin that spoke of nothing but pure mischief. “Race you to the finish!”

He sprinted off with no warning, already free running his way up to the top levels again. Luckily, after so many years dealing with my partner’s antics, I was prepared for them and sprinted after him only a second later.

Scaling a wall right after him, I lunged out to snatch the bottom edge his coat before he could keep running any further, causing him to utter an annoyed “Oi!” before slowing and waiting as I finished clambering up.

“Do you even have a plan of what to do or are you just guessing?” I chided, only allowing him the time to shrug before speeding through my idea. “There should be a few main pipes with a wheel mechanism on them to control the steam power. Closing them off should do the trick quite nicely.”

“See, this is why we work so well together: always work on the fly,” he smirked.

“Hmm, I think it’s more because I can come up with actual plans to your last minute ideas,” I rolled my eyes before nudging his shoulder and mimicking his previous move of taking off without warning.

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astcrownaut · 4 years ago

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A/N: I keep seeing people like my old Jacob Frye x Reader post and now I'm low key simping for him again so I figured a lengthy drabble would suffice to get me back into this game. If you have any suggestions, even if for random characters don't hesitate to ask! I do apologize for not putting much interaction with the battle scenes. It's not my best area and rather go straight to their interactions outside of it.

Word Count: 1,374

Characters: 7,424

Prompt: "I think I'm in love with you."

"Not the best idea you ever had, but I'll happily take it."

Why did you have to join along with Jacob and his shenanigans? Why must you torture yourself? If it weren't for his dashingly good looks (don't ever tell him that, he already had a substantial ego as it is, no need to further enlarge it), you wouldn't be in this situation at all.

He had pleaded for your assistance in taking out a Blighters hideout in the heart of Westminster. He explained that conquering the hideout would benefit in conquering all of Westminster. If it had been a random hideout you would've declined. However given how much of a hindrance they've been as of late, on top of Jacob giving puppy eyes (an adorable sight, you may add), it was impossible denying such a request; though you had claimed you were only doing it as part of your duty as an assassin.

You had known the twins for quite a long time during your time in the British Brotherhood of Assassin's. You had trained alongside them up until the twins' father had passed. During that time you developed a long-term crush on the younger twin, which Evie had noticed. For years she would tease you about it. Well, she did, until you began teasing her about Henry once he came around. All of a sudden she would hush you with a red face. Anytime he needed help, you were right by his side. You didn't know if it was due to that crush of yours or if it was because you knew how reckless he was.

Probably both.

It was no easy battle either, much to your displeasure. Jacob had decided going in with a bang would be the best bet. Note: it was not; a bad decision really, but it's from Jacob, what did you expect? It was harder for you to stealth your way in since they were alarmed and already heading your way. A lengthy battle filled with scattered dead bodies and a bountiful of curses towards Jacob, which he laughed at when able to. You did get the occasional hit, however, the worst damage you had gotten was a deep gash on your arm. You had focused entirely on the blight in front of you, giving the blight on your side to slash his knife on your raised arm. You had hissed in pain, the burning sensation worsening after handling the blight in front of you. Jacob noticed your hiss and took out the blight before he could do more damage. Luckily that had been the last blight needing to be taken down. A successful mission, excluding that hefty gash on you.

While awaiting for rooks to come and establish themselves, Jacob began tending to your wound. Well, tried to at least. It was entertaining seeing him struggling to find clothes and water in the hideout. You weren't sure if it was due to fatigue or worry. Regardless, it somewhat resembled a headless chicken running about. While he was busy searching, you took a blight's shirt and tore a strip to wrap around your arm in order to stop the bleeding. You ended up searching for an aide kit as well since you figured you would have better luck finding it than Jacob, who was spewing curses. If you weren't so lightheaded you would have laughed. Minutes had passed and your search was uneventful, causing you to slightly panic.

In the midst of your panic, Jacob came behind you and grabbed your shoulder. You jumped before turning around and grabbed his arm with your injured one, pain shooting up your arm. With a hiss, you released his arm to cradle your injured arm to your chest.

"Now what was the point of doing that, knowing it was going to hurt?" Jacob scolded, his eyebrows furrowing while he squinted.

"What's the point of grabbing me, knowing it was a bad idea?" You retorted, sarcasm oozing in your voice. A scowl formed on your face as you glared at him. Jacob could only roll his eyes, "Just sit down so I can tend to your wounds unless you wish to let it get infected." He warned. You glared at him once more before letting out a sigh and sitting on a nearby crate. There was no point in arguing with him, with him being as stubborn as a mule it was futile. It didn't help you get more light-headed by the minute either. So, you caved in and let him tend to your wounds with no remarks.

It was silent as Jacob tended to your wounds while you alternated between looking at him and looking at your wound. For as reckless and thoughtless as he is, you were impressed by his skill in cleaning out your wound and bandaging it. You couldn't help but watch his skilled hands tending to you and let your thoughts wander.

"You're staring," Jacob mumbled, his eyes not once leaving your arm. Your eyes widened and looked away as you ignored the burning sensation on your face.

"So? How else am I supposed to make sure you don't do more damage to me?" You raised an eyebrow, though a smile toyed with your lips.

"I'm wounded that you believe I'm incapable of catering to injuries. How do you think I can fight after every mission?" A frown took over his face, his eyes glancing up at you before dabbing your wound with antibiotics. You hissed in pain, getting a small apology from Jacob in the process.

"I figured it was either Evie or a rook cleaning your wounds if it were dire enough."

“Continuing to wound me, I see? The least you could do is tell me what you’re thinking.” He let out a small chuckle, dropping the antibiotic rag and unwrapping the bandages.

You had grown silent, chewing on your lip. You were debating telling him, though you feared losing the relationship you have with Jacob. It wasn’t just your crush that lured you to him. No, it was his personality. With him, you felt so carefree and able to joke around (even going as far as pranking each other). He was really the only one you felt you could let your walls down besides Evie.

“Dove?”

“I think I’m in love with you.” You blurted out, looking up at him and watching his reaction. His eyes weren’t on you and instead focused on finishing up bandaging your arm. Though he had no real emotion on his face, he was quiet. Nerves began to eat at you. What if it wasn’t mutual? Did you ruin it?

"Not the best idea you ever had, but I'll happily take it." He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised, a smirk on his lips.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “And joining you in this foolery was better than being in love with you?”

“A poor mistake, really.”

You let out a snort. You mulled over his words, butterflies flowing through you. ‘I’ll happily take it’. You paused, “Wait, so you’re fine with this?” Confusion was written all over your face. It wasn’t exactly a rejection, nor was it really an acceptance. What..?

Jacob stood up, and before you could react, he placed his hands on the side of your legs, effectively trapping you. Your breath hitched as he leaned closer to you. “As if my response weren’t any clearer, let me give you a more concrete answer.” He leaned closer until your lips connected. Your hand instinctively went to cupping his face as you reciprocated the kiss. Your lips felt as if they were perfect for his own. If you were able to, you would kiss him all day if he permitted. He pulled back, much to your displeasure. Slightly panting, you look down at his lips before staring into his ocean blue eyes that was staring into your own.

“Did that answer your question?” That cocky smirk was still on his face, causing you to scowl.

“Just shut up and keep kissing me.” You gripped his shirt and crashed your lips onto his. He let out a small laugh against your lips. He listened to your demand and deepened the kiss. After all, who was he to deny such a request from someone he’s been enchanted by?

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fandom-smutty-shots · 3 months ago

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The assassins meeting their s/o for the first time

Request

Masterlist

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Characters: Altaïr, Ezio, Arno, Jacob, Evie, and Basim

Warnings: ...A little violence? Wow, that's tame for me.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a headcanon kind of vibe so please let me know how I did!!

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Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad

You gulped as you faced your catcaller, your shoulders squared and chest puffed out in an attempt to seem like you weren't bluffing.

"A little girl like you is going to take me out?" The man laughed at you, making you fume a little inside.

Little did you know, a man who actually did know how to throw a punch was watching from the sidelines, curious as to what your plan was. Clearly you were no match for the asshole, Altair could tell just from the way you stood. It was a natural defensive stance, not the stance of a confident attacker. And the other man could tell as well, though this didn't make you back off.

When the man advanced on you, Altair took a few short steps forward, placing himself between the two of you with a cocky grin. "You like to beat on women?"

Altair didn't even hear what the man said as he the idiot tried to swing at his jaw. Altair tilted his head to the side, avoiding the hit and returning one of his own. The man crumpled to the ground with a pathetic noise, and Altair turned to you.

"You should not start fights you cannot finish," he murmured to you, gently placing a hand on your back as he guided you away from the growing crowd of onlookers. "Come. I will teach you to bluff better, perhaps somewhere less... public."

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

You had been arguing with your father all afternoon. The guards had shown up earlier, asking you and your little siblings all sorts of strange questions about where your father's money came from.

"Why would they have questions if there was nothing awful going on, father?" You had demanded, but he had brushed you off and tried telling you to go back to your quarters. Had it been just you it may have been one thing, but to have your baby siblings involved just drove you over a line you had never crossed before, challenging your father.

It seemed you had taken it too far, however, when you felt the sting of his rings across your cheek, the shock making you fall to the floor and clutch your face. You were speechless. Your father had never raised a hand to anyone in the house, let alone his eldest daughter.

It was at that moment that Ezio revealed himself. He was quick enough that you didn't even see him as he sailed through the air and dug his blade deep into your father's neck, the choking sound he made entirely missed by your ears as they rang with embarrassment and humiliation.

You felt tears slip down your cheek as you stared at the spot on the floor, and when you went to wipe them, a mix of water and blood was left on your fingers, and the thought of your face being cut open made your tears turn to sobs.

When you finally did look up, your father was no longer standing there. Instead, he was on the floor, blood pooling around a wound in his neck area. You screamed as you stood, frantically looking around for the attacker, but there was nobody to be found.

Ezio took in the look of terror on your face from the shadows and swore he'd make it up to you. There was something in your eyes, something... deeper, and he needed to know what it was. Needed to learn how you managed to block out your own father being murdered.

Yes, Ezio would be back for you.

Arno Dorian

You gulped in panic as you felt your pockets. Your purse seemed to be missing. You felt the other side, and then both sides a second and third time just to be sure. You could see the annoyance of the owner as he held your grocery bag, awaiting payment for the things he had selected for you.

Before you knew what was happening, you felt someone brush up next to you and hand over the total for your items. The man thanked the owner and grabbed the bag in one hand, his other gently hovering on your back to guide you out.

"Th-thanks," you murmured, not entirely sure what had just happened.

"Come, let me walk you home..." he trailed off and looked at you expectantly.

"(Y/n). It's (Y/n)."

Jacob Frye

The first time you actually saw him, you were whining in the mirror over how your unwashed hair didn't match the wedding dress you wore. Evie, your maid of honor, only rolled her eyes at your complaints, insisting that you looked beautiful no matter what.

Your entire face heated as you heard a whistle from behind you. "Yoo-hoo! Evie! (Y/n)!"

You turned, the fluff in the wedding dress you had on making it difficult to do so.

"Evie's right, you look great." The man, who you instantly pieced together must be Jacob, took his time raking his eyes up and down your figure. "But alas, we must go, dear sister. Duty calls." He took a step towards you, leaning in and lowering his voice so only you could hear.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

Evie Frye

You had been working up the courage to talk to her all night. She hadn't taken a single hit in the arena, and she had knocked out waves upon waves of massive, highly-trained men. You were pretty sure you were in love.

You had seen her before, in other arenas around the city, and each time you were fascinated with the way she moved, the confidence she had in each and every step.

The crowd 'boo'd her as she left the ring, her white under-shirt only slightly tainted in blood this time around. She passed right in front of you, and finally, you saw your chance.

"Um, Hi!" You managed to blurt out, louder than you had originally intended.

You must have caught her attention though, because she turned around with a smirk on her lips as she looked you up and down. "I've seen you around here before, haven't I?"

Basim Ibn Ishaq

You tapped your foot as you waited, annoyed that your new 'partner' was late meeting you for the first time.

When he finally did arrive, he was all smirks and charm, with your mentor Dervis in tow, looking just as grumpy as you did.

"(Y/n), Basim. Basim, (Y/n)." Dervis glanced at you, "feel free to kick his ass for making you wait for almost an hour. Now, do I have some good intel for you kids."

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multi-fandom-imagine · 4 years ago

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Marry Me || Jacob Frye ||

A/n: I just really love Jacob Frye.

Jacob Frye never thought he would be in this position, the man never thought he would even fall in love. But here he was, standing on top of a building waiting for you to arrive.

When he first met you the man thought you were just some brash American sticking their nose into a business that does not concern them. Henry had told him and his sister that you were the great great granddaughter of Edward Kenway which meant that the former Assassins Haytham Kenway was your great grandfather and the man known as Connor Kenway or Ratonhnhaké:ton as you corrected them was your grandfather.

You were here to help your friend and to reclaim your home from the Templars that had taken it. While at first you had gotten along with his sister you and Jacob would always but heads. But over the course of your time in London the times he would dread spending time with you he would start to enjoy it more and more and soon it did not take long for Evie to point out to him that he may actually have feelings for you.

Then once the situation with Starrick was taken care of the man expected you to leave and head back to the U.S but to both of the twins surprise you informed them both that you would be staying a little longer. It took a month for you both to confess your feelings for each other and another month for Jacob to work up his nerve to ask Evie for help finding a ring.

And now here he was gripping his mothers ring praying that you would say yes.

“Jacob, Evie said you wanted to meet me here?”

“Y/n!...yes...” Licking his lips Jacob stepped close to you grasping your hands. “Do you know what this place is?”

Blinking you glanced around the flat roof top, a small smile forming on your lips. “The first place we had sex.” You teased.

Sighing, Jacob wrinkled his nose a dark blush forming on his cheeks. “Yes that...but its also the place where I first told you that I love you.” Taking a deep breath he let his thumb glide over your hand. “Can you close your eyes for me?”

“Okay.?” Closing your eyes you heard the man curse under his breath then you felt a cold metal slide across your ring finger.Snapping your eyes open, you noticed Jacob giving you a nervous smile. Glancing down at your hand you noticed a beautiful emerald ring.

“Well...Y/n...will you do the honor of becoming Mrs. Frye?”

Feeling tears form in your eyes you gave him a smile nearly tackling the man to the ground. “Yes! Yes Jacob I’ll marry you!.” Pressing your lips against his you managed to knock his hat off as you deepened the kiss.

Letting his arms wrap around your waist you broke the kiss letting your fingers run across his cheek. “I think this calls for a celebration.”

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celestialgaea · 5 years ago

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Jacob Frye x Reader // Soft Mornings

Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff

A/N: This is a short one-shot. It is currently 3 AM in Belgium so excuse me for any grammarly mistakes as I am being lazy again and i’m not in the mood to reread it. Enjoy :)

Soft mornings. Beautiful, naked soft mornings. Those were the very rare occassions at dawn wherein you both lied, naked, in each other’s arms, still feeling your tender flesh aching from the vivid love making of the night before.

You savoured those moments dearly as it was not something that both of you could enjoy often due to the operations he had to fulfill which varied in regards with the working hours a lot, as you would go to sleep in a cold, empty bed and wake up in an empty bed, the only differences were the warmth that was absorbed by the duvet and the many folds in it that indicated that Jacob had left early again. He was not a morning person, definitely not, but he had a duty he pledged an oath for to fulfill and he wouldn’t let sloth engulf him that easily anymore.

But right now, mornings never had felt as good as this one. Your back was pressed softly against his bare chest, feeling the his chest rise and fall with ever inhale and exhale as a slight snorting noise emerged from his throat with every breath he inhaled. You felt the cold silver coin of Jacob’s necklace heating up between your scorching back and his warm chest. Your legs were tangled with his, the hairs on his legs slighty pricking your skin relating to laying with bare legs in a meadow during a dry summer afternoon. Jacob’s arm was snaked around your waist, his arm resting across your stomach as his handpalm was touching your breast while his other arm was carrying the pressure of your head that rested onto it.

You couldn’t express how much you missed him on your lips already. You wanted to feel the soft pressure of both your lips touching each other as his tongue softly caressed the inside of your lips, slowly reaching your tongue with the tip of his own wet and warm tongue.

You heard Jacob groan as he curved his back to stretch it, hearing a few cracks emit from his bones. His chest quickly was in touch with your back again and his bearded cheek nuzzled in the crook of your neck, tickling your shoulder and neck. You giggled softly as he began nibbling on your neck, the hand across your stomach and breasts pushing your body against him causing his manhood to press against your upper thigh. He planted soft kisses against your neck, trailing upwards until he stopped at the skin underneath the edge of your jaw and started sucking on the sweet spot. You let out a breathless moan as you caressed the arm that rested across your stomach, his fingers began massaging the base of your breast his handpalm was resting against. His mouth went from your neck to your earlobe and began nibbling it, his teeth biting in the tender flesh whereas his tongue went over the bite marks as to dull the stings.

‘Good Morning, Love.’ A low and raspy voice whispered into your ear, letting the words vibrate against your eardrum. Jacob turned you around to lay flat on your back as he was hovering you halfly, his chest pressed against your side.

‘Good morning, Jacob.’ His eyes trailed down to your mounds as they were exposed and were bathing in the shadows the sheets casted upon them. He smirked when he noticed the hickeys and bitemarks that were left on your breasts, collarbone and neck, marking you. His eyes wandered back to meet your gaze and his face came closer, letting your desperate lips clench each other’s thirst. You moaned softly as the kiss was so passionate. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and broad shoulder to press himself closer to you if it was even possible. He was fully hovering you now and you took the opportunity to grind your hips against his manhood. Jacob groaned as you felt it twitch against your inner thigh.

‘Fancy another round?’ You asked, gazing at him with doe eyes and an innocent look as if you never asked to indulge in the sin of flesh again.

‘You little tease.’ He scolded, grinning. His mouth attacked your neck again.

Oh yes. This was a very soft morning.

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littlenephilim999uriel · 4 years ago

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Secret Visitor

This is a continuation of the One Shot I did about being the niece of the Queen of England. Link down below. https://littlenephilim999uriel.tumblr.com/post/154583927471/imagine-being-the-niece-of-the-queen-of-england

It has been a few weeks since (y/n) met the Frye twins and somehow she wasn’t able to forget about the Male. What was his Name again? Oh right Jacob... It was an emberassing encounter but nonthenless it kinda still sent her heart into a race. Just thinking about him made her Face burst into a blush. Suddenly feeling very hot, the Female went over to the Window and looked outside trying to get her mind off of this amazingly good looking.... Gah! Stop it Brain! With an annoyed growl she opened the Window letting in the Warm summer breeze. (y/n) closed her Eyes and took a deep breath listening to the sounds of People and Horses passing by outside. “Hello there Beautiful.”

ACK! Letting out a terrified squeak (y/n) stumbled back which resulted in her bumping into the table, which luckly stopped her from falling down. A familiar Face was at the Window and jumped in with ease now standing infront of the Still shaken Female.

Jacob chuckled and send her a charming Smile like last time, which sent her heart racing all over again. “I am very sorry to have scared you like that. I just really wanted to see you again.” He said with a smile slowly walking closer. Jacob gently took her hand and placed a kiss ontop of it, allthewhile locking eyes with her. “It is a pleasure to meet you again... M’Lady.”

(y/n) let out a shuddering breath she didn’t know she was holding. “The Pleasure is all mine Mr. Frye.” He just smiled at that which made her give him a shy smile as well. Then it suddenly hit her. He was inside her Bedroom. In the Castle. On the Second floor. They were alone. This would look so wrong if anyone entered right now! “You can’t sneak into my Room! What if someone saw you?!” She let out with a shriek. Jacob just chuckled at that. “If you keep on screaming like that they will find me.” This made the Female shut up and look away emberassed. “Anyhow...” She started. “You can’t just climb into my Room I am a Princess you know!” She huffed at him sending him a pout. Jacob being the Charmer he is, just loved seeing her all Cute and flustered. “I just couldn’t forget M’Ladys beautiful face so I just had to come see you. It wasn’t easy to find your room.” This made her blush deepen even more. Was it getting hot in here? “Well you found me so now what?” (y/n) dared to look at him even though her face was still burning a bright red. “I didn’t catch your name last time Beautiful.” Jacob almost purred. “If you must know my Name is (y/n). Now please leave before they find you here.” Actually she didn’t want him to leave and he knew that. But she was just too scared what would happen if they found him here. Jacob knew if he wanted to enjoy her Company again some time he had to leave for now. “Very well M’Lady (y/n).” He said slowly walking over towards the Window. Jacob then turned back around smiling at her. “May I visit you again sometime?” “Wha-?! No.... I-.. Not in the Castle. I will send you a letter where to meet me. Now leave!” (y/n) stumbled over her words but finally made the decision that yes, she wanted to meet him again. “I will await your letter then.” He said with a wink before pulling his hood up. (y/n) would be lying if she didn’t admit she swooned just a little bit right now. With a last glance he leapt out the Window and quckly disappeared up onto the roof.

Letting out a sigh (y/n) closed the window and then sat down on the big window sill. Great... now she needed to come up with a Plan to sneak out of the Castle and where to meet him. Oh man was she smitten, little did she know Jacob was as well.

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mavrisfanfics · 5 years ago

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[Requests] Preferences - Assassin’s with drunk s/o

Ask: by @lunavadash-creates I’m sorry it took so long!

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Words: 1043

Warnings: Heavy drinking references

Notes: Happy blog Anniversary!

Ok, so I didn’t do Shay because I haven’t played Rogue yet (Doesn’t stop me from doing Jacob). In fact, I haven’t played an AC game in years because college and life and stuff. The little time to play I’ve had has been spent in other games, which is why I don’t write for any character beyond AC IV except Jacob

Either way! I hope you enjoy the ones I did write!

Requests and small talk are welcome!

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Altair

Altair will be amused at first, but progressively get more annoyed and/or embarrassed at your antics. The more he drinks, the less annoyed he gets, but this man knows when to stop, so don’t expect to ever see him wasted. He will definitely think of your unhinged laugh as cute, due to how honest it is, but he won’t find it so funny when he’s the one who practically drags you home.

At this point, he may complain at how annoying you are being, but he would never even think of letting you walk by yourself, afraid you might get hurt. In fact, he’s one of the guys who you can trust the most to take care of you when drunk, because, even if he gets annoyed, he still cares about you and will do anything to make sure you’re safe.

However, do expect him to comment on your behavior the next morning, and God forbid you do something stupid, because he will remind you of it every other time for years to come.

Ezio

If he’s sober, Ezio will chuckle at you and drag you home safely at the end of the night, but this is Ezio we’re talking about, so I bet my money he’s going to be as wasted as you. He’ll find your laugh absolutely hilarious, which results in a couple of drunks laughing at each other until their bellies hurt or one of them pukes, whichever comes first.

If you expect to drink freely and have someone take care of you at the end of the night, Ezio is the worst partner to do that with, and chances are you either have to be the one to take care of him, even if you can barely function, or you’ll have to pray to have a third party to take care of you both, otherwise you won’t make it home.

And although hangovers are never fun, they are a great excuse to have a lazy day together the following morning, so expect lots of cuddles once morning comes.

Connor

Connor is built like a tank, so I doubt this man gets drunk easily. But either sober or tipsy, his reaction doesn’t change, he’ll fondly watch you laugh any day, whether because you’re drunk or not. In fact, his personality doesn’t change at all when drunk, and it’s very hard to see when he’s had a few too many. He will mostly let you do your thing, but he will always watch you like an hawk, hovering near you in case he has to step in and stop you from doing something dangerous or drive away any creeps that may come your way.

Definitely the best guardian when you’re drunk, because unlike Altair, Connor is patient and won’t complain at all, no matter at how loud you may be. If you have difficulty walking, this man won’t make you lean on him, instead he’ll totally carry you himself. This is the only time when you can notice if he’s actually drunk or not, because he may stumble a little too much carrying you home.

10/10 I’d go out and drink with him with no worries.

Haytham

When you get drunk, Haytham will be amused at your antics, but won’t let them get too far. You can laugh all you want, in fact he’ll love it (not that he’ll admit it), but the moment you try to do something more embarrassing, you’re being taken home. And good luck getting him anywhere beyond tipsy, this man knows how to drink, and he definitely knows when to stop. Because of that, unless you explicitly state you want to get wasted, we will stop you before you get to such a state, saving you from possible embarrassment, and from a migraine the following morning.

Edward

I’m sosEdward is the best drinking partner you can get. For starters, that man has built up an insane tolerance at this point, which doesn’t stop him from getting drunk either way, because, while Haytham know how to drink to not get drunk, Edward knows the best ways to get wasted. Then there’s also the fact he’s a pirate, drunk sailors and messy taverns are his things, so dealing with drunk people is a skill of his by now as well. Unlike when dealing with others, though, he’ll have a special tact when it come to you.

He’ll love seeing you have so much fun with yourself and will even join in on it. However, just like Connor, he will be ready to step in and stop you from doing something overly stupid or protect you if needed, even when he’s pissed drunk too. He just has such an overprotective instinct when it come to you that no alcohol can wash it away, which I guess it’s expected from a man who has lost everything at some point.

By the end of the night, he might have sobered up just enough to get you home safe (damn his trained alcohol tolerance), or he might be just as drunk has you and still be able to help you stumble home. All in all, you can be assured that you will have fun and be home safe at the end of the night.

Jacob

Whatever alcohol tolerance Edward forced into the family genes has definitely skipped Jacob because he cannot hold his alcohol. One glass? Fine. Two glasses? Pissed drunk. However, he’ll require about 10 glasses to actually pass out. Basically, he somehow goes from sober to drunk, skipping over the tipsy part completely.

But whether he is drunk or not, he will find your laugh both adorable and hilarious. He will laugh at your antics non-stop and may, sadly, suggest you do some of the stupid shit you will regret for the rest of your life. If he’s drunk too, he’ll be the one to do the embarrassing things and then drag you with it.

Basically, just like Ezio, he’ll join you in your drunk antics but, unlike Ezio, he’ll actually make them worse. Fortunately, he has an entire gang under his command, which means there will always be someone nearby to drag you two home.

Expect to be reminded of everything the following morning because he’s one of those drunk people that remember everything.

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myrooks · 1 year ago

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REBLOG OF THE ORIGINAL POST so y'all can actually have an active link. Story down below in case original link doesn't work ! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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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