#(and brb I'll be crying in a corner over this precious man)

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Hi can i request a Jacob Frye x Reader oneshot? Maybe Jacob talks about his father,his insecurities and reader reassures him that being an assassin is not just about killing people stealthly its about being an antithesis to Templars. If Templars are so devoid of life and unable to see good in anything except for themselves,being an assassins means being full of life and seeing good in people. All qualities that Jacob already possesses.

Here you are, anon! I had to do a little thinking, but I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking for! Thanks for being patient with me, and I hope you enjoy!

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“Father was right, he NEVER approved of your methods!”

Evie’s words echoed over and over in Jacob’s head, nearly driving him mad.

“Father is DEAD!”

It wasn’t until he recalled the memory of his own outburst that the imaginary voice of his twin was finally silenced.

But despite the activity in his head being brought to a standstill, frustration and dejection still brewed hotly in his belly.

Glaring out the open window of his private apartment, he sat down on the sill, letting the slight chill of the outdoors cool his hot face. As he did, he angrily chewed on the stem of his pipe, before taking another puff, trying desperately to allow the scent of the expensive tobacco to soothe him, as it had so many times before.

But it seemed like even that wasn’t working. He was just too enraged to enjoy it.

Leaning back, he let out a puff of smoke with a long sigh, watching it disappear into the early morning air. The hand that held his pipe fell to rest upon his thigh. As anger began to melt into melancholy, his brow relaxed, weariness taking over the irritation that had previously twisted his features.

He was just so tired of it all. The screw ups, the reprimanding, the feeling of never being good enough-

“Jacob?”

Your voice soon broke through the stillness, but the young man didn’t respond.

Having just entered the bedroom, you bravely took a few steps closer towards him.

“Hey, you want get a little sleep?” you tried again, keeping your tone as gentle as possible. “I hear you’ve got a lot to do before tonight.”

He briefly jerked his head to look over towards you in acknowledgement, before getting up and turning away, keeping his back to you as he shifted his gaze back out to the sprawling view of London. “Yeah,” he murmured, his face hardening once more at being reminded of his mission - and everything that came with it.

Your eyebrows knitted together. You had a feeling something wasn’t right with him when he had returned to your shared apartment earlier that morning. He had barely spoken to you, and even refused breakfast - something that Jacob Frye almost never did. But now, after hearing his response, you were quite certain that something was wrong - terribly wrong.

Unable to stand seeing him in such a state, you did the only thing you could think of at the moment. You stepped up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your warm body to his, as your cheek rested against his back.

“Jacob? What’s troubling you?” you asked him softly.

A few moments of silence passed before he sighed again.

“I’m not sure I can do this anymore,” he confessed.

You brow furrowed down further, this time in confusion. “Do what?”

He turned his left wrist, where he was still wearing his gauntlet, upward, and slowly exposed the hidden blade that was tucked within it. “This.”

“I’m not sure I understand...” you admitted slowly.

He quickly flicked the blade back in with a huff of frustration.

“The fucking creed,” he growled lowly. “I have recently been informed that apparently, I’m not a good fit for it.”

You momentarily panicked. Something didn’t happen, did it? Had he somehow been ousted by the Brotherhood? Just what did he do?

You tightened your hold on him.

“Jacob...” you then started up cautiously, trying to keep your nervousness under control. “What happened?”

“Oh, just the usual,” he replied sarcastically as he put out his pipe and set it down in a nearby ashtray. “Received another lovely tongue-lashing from my sister about being too “hasty and destructive”.” He scoffed, “Well, if she thinks her sneaking around and wasting time reading books is the way to go about things, perhaps I’m just better off leaving London to her and going back to Crawley.”

Your eyes widened in shock. You had never heard Jacob speak in such a manner before. You broke away from him.

“Leave?!” you exclaimed, the panic you had tried to squelch finally getting the better of you. “But you’ve done so much for London, already! You can’t give up now, not when you’re so close to freeing the city from Starrick’s control!”

“Have I? Have I?!” he rounded on you, his voice raising a little. “Well, according to some, I’ve done nothing but cause trouble and nearly destroy the place! So, if that’s the case, maybe I should leave! Better that, than remain here with a sister who does nothing but criticize me and my “methods”!” He then began to furiously tear at the buckles on his gauntlet. “Well, excuse me, Miss Frye, for not being a carbon copy of you, the one who always followed the rules, and found favor in father’s eyes, because you’re obviously the perfect Assassin who can never do anything WRONG!”

In a fit of passionate rage, he threw the bracer onto a nearby chair, with tears of frustration in his eyes. Stunned by his outburst, now clearly coming from a gambit of emotions that had been pent up inside of him, not only for the past few weeks, but perhaps years, you could do nothing but stare, speechless.

But before you could find your voice again, Jacob quickly turned away, wanting to hide his face from you, even though you had already seen his wounded expression. Gripping the window sill, he leaned all his weight upon it and let his shoulders drop heavily, followed by his head, as he released a shaky breath.

“Perhaps...perhaps Evie is right...perhaps father was right...” he then said quietly, his voice tight and his tone defeated. “...perhaps I was never cut out to be an Assassin, after all.”

Hearing those words coming from the man you loved completely broke your heart. You knew deep down that wasn’t true. Surely, he couldn’t believe that, either. You sighed as well, wrapping your arms around yourself.

If only you could think of some way to convince him otherwise.

It was then that you heard the distant sound of laughter.

Curious, you stepped up beside Jacob and looked out. After scanning the area, you pinpointed the source of the sound. Upon doing so, something sparked within you at the sight, something more than just an idea.

You had your answer.

Turning towards the man next to you, you gently took his face in your hand and guided it to look towards the spot that you had just focused on.

“Jacob...look.”

You pointed down towards the sidewalk, where a trio of children were chasing each other around a lamppost, before one of them broke away and ran up to an open doorway of a nearby building, where his mother scooped the boy up into her arms and held him tight.

“If you hadn’t eliminated the corrupt owners of that textile factory over on the next block, those children would still be breaking their backs and their families would still be worrying their hearts out,” you reminded him. “But you...you gave those children a reason to laugh again, and their families a reason to hope for better days once more.”

You once again cupped Jacob’s face and turned it towards you, giving him a little smile. “You have done good, Jacob. You have given these people back their lives, free from the Templars’ oppressive control...and isn’t that what being an Assassin is all about?”

Jacob didn’t look convinced.

You shook your head. “Have you truly forgotten, Jacob?” you asked, tenderly caressing his cheek. “It’s not about being the most stealthy or having the highest Templar body count, it about doing right for mankind...and about freedom...and I can’t think of anybody else in London who embodies those ideals more than you.”

Jacob’s eyes shifted away as deep thought blossomed in those dark irises. Finally, it seemed like your words were starting to have an effect on him.

You certainly hoped so.

You continued, “I don’t know about you, but I think having such a strong impact on these people - a positive impact - makes you a better Assassin than you think.”

He finally returned your gaze, and your smile grew a bit. He didn’t smile back or say anything, but his damp, watery eyes silently cried out for that needed validation - a reassurance that he wasn’t the failure he always feared in that back of his mind that he was.

I want to believe you, his gaze desperately seemed to say.

Sensing strongly that he was in dire need of physical ease, you pulled him into your arms, holding him close.

His arms wrapped around your waist and he tightly hugged you back, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck, as he sought the comfort of your warm skin and familiar scent.

“I love you,” he mumbled against the side of your neck, before giving it a small kiss.

“And I love you,” you whispered back into his ear, “for just being you.”

A choked sob finally bubbled up out of Jacob’s throat, after being lodged there for the last few minutes, and he puffed out another heavy breath, its warmth ticking your skin. You nuzzled his neck in return, and for the next few moments, they two of you just stood there in silence, locked in a firm embrace.

“Come on,” you finally said, rubbing his back to try and soothe him a bit more, “best you get some rest now. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.”

You tried to pull away, but Jacob’s arms held firm around your waist.

“Stay with me?” he asked, his eyes again pleading, but for a different reason now. “I...I don’t want to be alone.”

You nodded, giving him a tiny, understanding grin. “I’ll stay.”

In response, he surprised you with a short, grateful kiss.

After the kiss was broken, you pulled him into another tight hug. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you,” you reassured him softly. “I’m not going anywhere.” You pressed a soft kiss upon his neck, before trailing your lips up to meet his once more.

He accepted them gladly.

As the two of you continued to kiss, you could feel him nudging you to move towards the bed, as his hands began to wander over your back and lightly grip your hips. You grabbed the lapels of his coat to keep him close to you as you both finally fell onto the bed. Now, instead of angry exclamations and choked tears, the only sounds that permeated the air were soft moans and sighs of assurance and affection.

In truth, Jacob still wasn’t sure if he could fully trust your words, but at that moment, he at least had someone who believed in him...and for the time being, that was enough.