#How about Frye gets...Fryeday?

[sunlightsilence]

Whats the best day of the weekend? Splatfest

[marshmallow--3]

Imagine - rousing before Jacob Frye.

You stir in the early hours of the morning, when the Sun first peeks through the blinds, and moan sleepily, shuffling onto your side. Slowly opening your eyes, you smile at the sight of Jacob sprawled next to you, gently snoring under his breath.

He lies on his stomach with his arms tucked under his pillow, his face facing your own. He looks so peaceful, still, his lips parted but curved up into a dreamy smile at the corners. His scent is heavy on the blankets, filling your nostrils as you inch closer to him, cautious not to wake him.

You restrain yourself from smoothing back his silky hair, or cupping his whiskered cheek, or stroking his scarred eyebrow. You definitely don't want to risk running your fingertip over the seam of those perfect pink lips, knowing just how responsive he is to your caresses. No, you can do all that later when you're both awake and fully rested, the city of London has tuckered him out completely.

Instead opting to sigh and close your eyes with the image of him resting so peacefully fresh in your mind, your final thought before dozing off is, "How did I get so lucky?"

(Once he's awake, his face will be looking like that because I will be bombarding him with compliments about how gorgeous and perfect he is)

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[ladye11e]

Blades, Trains, Assassin's, Thieves pt17

SFW

Word Count: 2779

Characters: Jacob Frye/Reader

Tagging @geekgoddess813​ @sweet-flash​ @thank-god-its-fryeday​ @swiggle-muffin​

Im such a dunce for forgetting to post this! Just realised that I’d left it in my drafts 😓

Pacing up and down Aleck’s workshop and glancing over at the clock on the wall for the umpteenth time since you arrived, you crept up behind the inventor and peered over his shoulder to see what he was doing, earning yourself an exasperated sigh as he dropped his tools back down on the countertop.

“(Name) this would go alot faster if you didn’t keep interrupting me.”

Dragging up the stool next to him and slumping down on it; balancing your chin on your hands as you pouted at him, you tried to resist the urge to lean over and take another peek.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I’m just trying to see where I went wrong. Plus I’m slightly excited to see it finally finished, I’ve been trying for weeks to get it done.”

Grinning when Aleck started chuckling and shaking his head, you reached out to the other side of the counter and picked up the screwdriver that was balancing on the edge, handing it over when he gestured for you to pass it to him.

“Just one more……. There. It’s finished.”

Jumping up and rubbing your hands together eagerly, you took your bracer out of his hands and pulled the sleeve of your coat up, sliding the gauntlet over your arm and fastening the straps quickly. Flexing your wrist slightly as it was now a lot heavier than before and you wanted to make sure you could still use your hand, you threw your arms around Aleck and kissed him briefly on the cheek when you saw that it fit perfectly.

“Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?”

“Oh hush, you have done plenty for me already.” He mumbled as you pulled away, his face turning slightly pink at your gesture. “Just promise me you will be careful?”

“I will. Remember what I asked…?”

“Yes, yes, I won’t tell Mister Frye. My lips are sealed. Now go, before I keep you here to help me with another of my inventions.”

Smiling wildly when he pressed his finger over his lips, you gave him a quick wave and headed out of his workshop, itching to try out your newest accessory. Making your way down the side streets and heading towards the bridge, you glanced around so make sure that nobody was near you as you fiddled with the hook on your gauntlet, starting to fret slightly when you recalled what happened last time you did this. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you raised your arm towards the lip of the bridge and released the rope, squealing when it caught on the edge perfectly and you were hurled into the air. Grinning smugly to yourself when you caught the rail and pulled yourself up onto the other side, you retracted the rope and started jogging along the tracks, catching the side of an oncoming train and hoisting yourself up in search of higher places to scale.

Jumping off the side of the carriage when you reached the Thames bridge, you wandered around eying up the buildings as you passed them, trying to decide which one would be the bearer of your newest accomplishment. Settling on one that was probably a little bit tall for your second attempt; but you figured that you might as well throw yourself in the deep end, you quickly flicked your wrist before you lost your nerve and launched the hook, smirking like a cat with a bowl of cream as you landed neatly in the rooftop. Now more than slightly exhilarated at the view before you, and the fact that you had managed this on your own, you continued on traversing through the buildings and houses, gaining more confidence every time.

Before you knew it, you had reached the Strand, several miles away from where you had started. Slightly breathless and your arms beginning to ache at the exertion, you decided that you’d had enough for today, and glanced down to find a suitable anchor point so you could get down to the street. Picking one of the nearby shops with a green awning on it, you cast the rope once more towards the corner of the shop, and slowly made your way down.

About halfway to the ground, the arm that you were using to hold onto the rope spasmed up; a shooting pain running straight through it from your shoulder to your fingertips, making your grip loosen and panic surge throughout you as you knew you were nowhere near close enough to the ground to survive the fall. Crying out when your fingers finally gave way and you began quickly plummeting to the street below, you closed your eyes and mentally prepared yourself for a lot of pain, if you somehow managed to survive this. Just when you expected to have the inevitable stone floor beneath you, a scream stuck in your throat when you were met with something softer and a sharp intake of breath, strong arms holding you tightly.

Flicking one eye open, you quickly closed it again and let out a sigh of relief when you saw Jacob staring down at you, feeling a bit humiliated when in the brief glimpse you caught, his face was awash with slight disapproval and worry. Keeping your head low when he dropped your feet to the ground but still kept his arm around your back, you glanced up through your eyelashes and gave him a sheepish smile when you saw him looking up at where you had fallen from.

“Didn’t know it was going to rain beautiful women today.”

Stifling a chuckle when he cocked his head and stared at you with one eyebrow raised, you immediately frowned when you when you wove your arms around him to give him a hug, making him flinch and hiss through his teeth when you tightened your grip.

“Hmmm, I didn’t mean for that to happen, I was actually doing quite well until then. Are you alright? You seem hurt.”

“I’m fine.” he mumbled against your head, before briefly kissing it. “I know you were, I’ve been watching you since the river. No more daft escapades on your own okay? That’s my job.”

Eyeing him up for a moment before smiling and nodding once as he flashed you a cheeky grin, you linked your arm through his when he began walking down the street, looking for a carriage to ‘borrow’.

“Following me where you? Where are we going?”

Jumping up into the carriage next to him when he finally spotted an empty one, you kept stealing little glances at him, knowing something wasn’t quite right.

“What, am I not allowed to watch you when you’re doing something like that? Besides, I was looking for you because I could do with your help. Of the 'relieving people of their belongings’ kind.”

Grinning and wiggling your fingers as he cracked the reins and headed off in his usual swift pace down the street with a chuckle, you glanced around quite perplexed for a moment when you saw that you were heading towards a quite well to do part of the city; the Houses of Parliament to be precise.

“Dare I ask what I’m going to be stealing? I don’t like being around these posh nobs much, same as you.”

“Oh nothing much, just an invitation to the palace ball.”

“The pal…..” you stuttered, slapping your forehead and rubbing your face as you wondered what could possibly be going on, as you knew he despised festivities like that. Jumping out of the carriage when you neared some sort of gathering, you stood behind Jacob while he located what he needed, trying to figure out how you were going to get past so many policemen.

“It’s on that table, think you can get it?”

“Yes, but it’s not like we can get through the front gates.” you mumbled, frantically looking around for another way in.

“Hmmm. Over here.”

Following him round the side of the house, you looked up when he stared at the rooftops, your brow furrowing in confusion when you raised your arm to use your line, but he gently pushed it back down again.

“I prefer this way.”

Grinning when he wrapped his arm around your waist tightly and kissed your cheek, you held onto his shoulders as he launched his hook into the air, landing you both on the roof right next to the party. Hopping across the tiles to the next house, you climbed down the side of it; after Jacob had knocked out the policeman that was on guard overlooking the grounds, and hid in the bush that was closest to the tent that covered the table.

You glanced around one more time to make sure that no-one was looking in your direction, and as silently as you could crept towards the counter, pressing yourself hard up against the back of it when two of the guests approached it and stood on the other side. Cursing under your breath as you knew there was no way to reach the envelope without them seeing you, you chewed your lip and grabbed the edge of the tablecloth, gently tugging at it to slide the contents strewn across the top closer to you.

Holding your breath as you pulled the fabric inch by inch, you suddenly froze when you heard a shattering from close by; your movements had knocked a glass of some kind off the table, landing it next to the people near you. Quickly peeking over the top, you took advantage of the guests distraction and reached out, fumbling for a moment until you felt paper under your fingertips. Grabbing it and stuffing it into your coat as you prayed you had picked up the right one, you jumped up and ran towards the alleyway between the houses, immediately bumping straight into one of the coppers.

“Oi, what you doing? You shouldn’t be here! Whatcha got in your pockets?”

Panicking slightly when he grabbed the scruff of your coat and eyed you up suspiciously, you slid your hand into your pocket and pulled out its contents, watching his face scrunch up in confusion when you showed him an apple.

“Sorry sir, I’m… Im just so hungry.”

Silently praising yourself for thinking so quickly and biting your lip to stop a grin from spreading up your face when he let you go, you faked a frown when he took the fruit off you and pushed you towards the exit.

“Go on, be off with ya, and don’t come back.”

“You’re becoming quite the one for theatrics I see.” Jacob chuckled as you turned the corner to where he was waiting for you, pulling out the envelope from your coat and handing it to him.

“Yeah well, you’re not the only one who’s good at pretending.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly as Jacob completely ignored your comment and kept his attention on the invitation, breathing a sigh of relief when he checked it over and tucked it into his coat.

“Right that’s one, we need to get another for, Evie.”

Noticing that he sounded slightly annoyed when he said his sisters name, you took his hand and laced your fingers with his, squeezing them gently when he started to look a bit upset as you stared at him.

“You’ve had a falling out with her?”

“You might say that. I’d rather not talk about it right now if that’s alright? We need to get going, Mrs Gladstone is at the train station and we need to get her invitation before she leaves. Think you can keep up?”

Grinning when his usual dazzling smile crept up his face and he tickled down your side, you stuck out your tongue and broke out into a sprint, calling out to him behind you with a snigger.

“Last one there buys the beers later!”

Picking up your pace when you could hear heavy footsteps catching you up, you decided to take the higher ground to keep your advantage, releasing your hook and launching up to the rooftops again without missing a beat. Quickly navigating your way over the tiles and towards the station, you froze when you reached the end of the terraced houses, swallowing hard when you saw that the bridge was further away than anything you had ever swung across to before. You were just about to climb down the side of the house; your nerves getting the better of you after what had happened earlier, when Jacob finally caught you up, releasing his own line onto the bridge and grabbing ahold of you with a grin.

“What would you do without me?” He chuckled as you landed on the tracks next to the station, pulling you behind the wall so none of the guards would spot you.

“Probably have a very boring life! So where’s this Mrs Gladstone then?”

Following Jacob down the platform while he scoured around for your target, you couldn’t help but notice that the police presence was much larger than normal for this station, making you wonder just exactly who you were stealing from.

“She’s over there. The woman in the red dress, on the bench. The invitations probably in her coat pocket.”

Glancing over to where he was pointing on the other side of the platform, you scoffed when you finally spotted her, completely surrounded by bobbys and station guards.

“As much as I enjoy a challenge my love, you think you can help me out here?”

Tugging your hood up when he stood scratching his chin thoughtfully, you giggled when he did the same and snapped his fingers, pulling you in for a deep kiss before running off down the platform to where there were a large group of guards. Hopping over the tracks to the other side, you crouched down against one of the partitions and peeked around it to see your mark, keeping an eye on her while you waited for whatever reckless distraction Jacob had come up with. After literally a few seconds more, you heard the unmistakable explosion of a smoke bomb from further down the tracks, and began chuckling when you looked up to see Jacob hanging from the rafters, the vast majority of the guards running off to see what the commotion was.

Quickly jumping up when you knew that you didn’t have much time, you scowled when you got closer to her, noticing that she had tucked her clutch purse under her arm and there was no way of getting to her pockets without some creative thinking. Picking up your pace slightly when she was now alone, you bumped into the back of her and managed to stand on the hem of her dress at the same time, making her topple over to the ground with a shriek.

“Oh I’m sooooo sorry! How clumsy of me, here let me help you up.”

Extending one hand to the exasperated woman, you pulled her up quite forcefully so that she collided with you in her ascent, allowing you to slip your other hand into her coat and pull out it’s contents, slipping it up your sleeve unnoticed. Bowing your head apologetically when she mumbled something about you being a dirty street urchin, you broke out into a sprint to the end of the station with a smirk on your face, looking about to see where Jacob was hiding. Eventually spotting him leaning on the rail of the gantry above, you pulled your hood down and made your way up the stairs, grinning when he cocked his head curiously.

“What, did you think I couldn’t do it? I’m insulted.” you snickered as you pulled the envelope from out of your sleeve and handed it to him.

“I knew you could (name). Well well, it seems that our dear Mrs Gladstone had two invitations on her, it looks like you shall be going to the ball.”

Peeking at the cards in his hand, your eyebrows rose when you saw that there was indeed two invites to the party, looking over yourself quizically as if to prove a point.

“Me? A ball? I can’t exactly go looking like this, and theres no way I’ll be able to find something in time.”

“Go find my darling sister, I’m sure she will be able to help you out. I’ve still go a few things to do, meet you later?”

Nodding when he brushed his knuckles across your cheek and jumped over the rail to the platform below, you sat down on the bench beside you and gazed into space, wondering how you were going to be able to pass off as an upstanding member of society.

[top-hat-assassin]

Togetherness (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

Hello Followers, thank you for your patience once again. Here is another one and this time I took 41-year (well, he is 43/44 in this one) old Mr. Frye to the test. I mean, he needs love, too. And he is such a handsome man and had to go through a lot.

I hope you will enjoy this piece of Fiction. I do not have any knowledge about the bathing back in Victorian England. I googled but didn’t find enough or maybe I did not dig deep enough. (I actually just googled again to not look like a complete idiot in front of you and added a few things, heh)

A happy Fryeday to all of you. I hope my english followers are all okay + their families and friends after what had happened.

Title: Togetherness Summary: Reader wants some time for herself but her dear husband thought otherwise Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader Warnings: Very slightly NSFW at the end (but really, not much) Words: 1.885

The silence within the walls of the bedroom could almost be grasped and the noises coming from the street outside were ignored. You hummed quietly in the tub in front of the fireplace, visibly enjoying the warmth of the water surrounding your body. Your back was leaning against the tub, the arms placed on the edges while the hot steam coming off the water made you feel more cozy.

You had the house all to yourself and as a crouning conclusion you would give your body the wellness program it deserved. Your two men were out and about somewhere and engaged in a mission whereas your daughter was in India. She wanted to train more with her aunt Evie and of course, Jacob Frye couldn’t say no to his little princess. And yes, he even was a little mad when she insisted on training alone with Evie.

You liked having them around, no doubt about it, but sometimes you wished you had more peace for yourself. The boy and the girl both did inferior their father in a lot of things. However, you had often the presumption that Jacob is more of a child than the actual children in the house.

A smile etched itself onto your lips when your mind showed you the disappointed and worried face of your husband when he came back from escorting Evie and your daughter to the ship which departed to India. He was always very protective over his children - his daughter even more so. But the man knew, that he has to let them go and make their own story. Naturally it wasn’t easy on you as well, your mother instinct always on high alert, but it gave you comfort knowing that Evie is going to be with her and taking care of her.

A sigh escaped you, you closed your eyes and forgot everything around you. The silence was a change, you had much needed. You didn’t know how much time had passed - it could be only ten minutes or far longer. But suddenly you heard a suspicious sound outside the room and your eyes were immediately fixed on the door to the bedroom.

Soon the noise could be recognized as footsteps.

“Jacob?” you called out, hoping secretly that it was indeed your husband. Of course you know the sound of his footsteps, but this time they seem a little bit different - lighter if one would describe it. And you did not have much desire to face an opponent naked. But you were an assassin and you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You grabbed a throwing knife from the pouch you had carried with you from a stool next to the tub.

The steps fell silent in front of the door and then she was opened slightly. In seconds, you raised your prefered arm with the knife and pointed at the door. Somebody put their head through the gap. The knife was thrown and landed with a loud thud (given the silence) into the wooden door. The intruder reacted quickly and shielded himself off with the door before the knife could have hit him. The door was opened again with a creak and Jacob’s head came once more through the gab and turned to the knife. Your eyes widened and you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw it was indeed Jacob. “God dammit, Jacob! At least say it is you. I could have seriously injured you!” thank god the man was fast enough because you didn’t want to wait for an enemy to be quicker than you. You had gotten another knife from the stool but put it down instantly and placed it back to it’s previous place.

“At this rate, I need to replace all doors in the house, darling.” His gaze was at first dumbfounded, being eye to eye with a sharp knife wasn’t his expectation, before looking over at you. As a response you threw him a glare. There was a grin now on his face and he took in the scenery he found you in, completely forgetting the incident that just happened. “I hope I’m not disturbing you, love.”

Maybe it would have been the best to just throw another comment at him, but you weren’t in the mood to even think about a good remark so your anger vanished. “Just a little.”, you teased him. “You’re back early.” “The mission went great and Emmett did his part perfectly.”

You smiled and you could see the expectant face of your husband. He didn’t open the door fully yet, still only his head was seen. “Is there something else, Mr. Frye?” you raised an eyebrow as Jacob didn’t move an inch.

He blinked a few times. “Do you have room for a second person?” There was a bold smile on your face now. “Why, are you planning on joining me?” He hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Only if you want to. I know you love your baths alone. I just… you look so peaceful and relaxed and I was hoping I could join you.”

His face was even showing his high hopes and the second you saw it you knew; you would not be able to resist him. Otherwise you would feel bad for the rest of the day. “I’ve always got enough space for two persons in here.” As soon as the words left your mouth, his hazel orbs glinted at the idea of sharing a bath with you. Now he opened the door completely and let the door fall into the lock behind him. He approached you slowly, his clothes finding their place scattered on the floor. Your gaze stayed on him the entire time, watching how more of his skin is revealed to you.

It didn’t take long before he was nude in front of you, your eyes raking over his figure, taking in every scar, the trail of chest hair leading down inbetween his legs. Your bodies may not look like how they looked twenty years ago, but that doesn’t mean, that his body can’t excite you anymore. Quite the opposite in fact. You shook your head to yourself. Now is not the time for such thoughts, although it would almost feel like a crime not to acknowledge the body of the handsome man you married. As he made preparations to get into the tub, you moved a little forward so he could sit behind you. You waited patiently for him to find the right position; only then did you get closer and pressed yourself against him. His arms wrapped around you, your head leaning against the shoulder where he had his tattoo.

“As much as I love my baths for myself. I’d always prefer them with you in it.” your whisper broke the silence after seconds of him adjusting. “Is that so?” you heard the smug grin in his voice. In response, he received a gentle flick to one of his arms.

You touched his right thigh with the palm of your right hand and went up and down as far as you were able to without having to move your upper body. It remained silent between the two of you, but the quietness was not unpleasant.

The hike over his thigh soon stopped and you raised your arm to touch his chin. You tapped his stubble with your fingers, feeling the scratchy surface under your fingertips. “You would talk to me if anything bothers you, right?” you asked softly. You remembered the case with Jack like it was yesterday. It had been two years now, but you knew that it was still boiling in him because of everything that happened. He may be a little bit more like himself, but the events changed him. “‘Course.” with his own right hand he took yours, led it to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “I’m alright, really, do not worry about me.” “I’m your wife, it’s one of my duties to do so.” there was a stern tone to your voice mixed with softness.

He gave a breathless short laugh, and you noticed he was bringing you a little closer. He buried his face in your neck, let go of your hand to embrace you with both arms again. The hand he let go of, found it’s way in his hair and began to run through his hair or scratch his scalp gently.

He left little kisses starting with your neck and went up to your chin, where he began to softly nibble. With a small laugh, you turned your face to him and immediately your lips merged into an unhurried kiss. He ran his tongue once along your lips before leaving them. “How did I ever get so lucky, Mrs. Frye?” he whispered the question against your skin of your cheek. You pressed a small kiss to his chin. The hand in his hair went to the small stool placed next to the tub and you took the cloth, which lay on it. You also took the soap and wrapped it around the cloth. “Because you deserve it. Let me finish washing myself and we can get out. What do you want for dinner?” “How about you being my dinner?” he asked mischievous into your ear, licking the earlobe as if to underline his want.

You giggled. “You are an awful man.” Jacob let loose a chuckle and took the washing cloth from your hands. “Let me do that, I’ll do it much better.” Armed with the rag, he began to slowly wander over your back. When he was done with it and washed the soap off your skin, he trailed kisses along your spine. He then pushed you back to his chest so he can also wash your front. Again, he worked slowly over your body and your breasts. Your husband made sure he doesn’t put too much pressure on you and sometimes he would caress your breats with his palms, even pinching your nipples now and then. He wanted to work you up, that much you could read into his actions. “I take it you’re trying to get me into bed.”

“And you can have your way with me, love. Emmett is out with a few friends. I doubt we’ll see him until late in the evening.” he said quietly. “Mh?” “It was his idea his parents needed some time for eachother.” now there was a full grin on his lips. You, on the other hand, began to get a little bit suspicious. “As long as he isn’t like you when you were young. Or else London’s got itself another Jacob Frye out there.” “Oi.” he gave you a offended look you knew he didn’t mean serious. “I wasn’t that bad, love.” “Keep telling yourself that.” you grinned. The next moment you turned around, so you could look at him more easily and leaned over him. A hand cradled his cheek as you kissed him, this time more passionate and deeper. “We should not waste time.” you whispered against his lips and scattered more over his face. “Enjoy.” you began to kiss down his neck and a hand wandered over his wet stomach to sneak underwater and find his waiting manhood.

Jacob was sure that he will do just that.

[marshmallow--3]

Imagine - a sub Jacob Frye.

It's quite a shock when he shares some of his lewder fantasies with you. At first you're not sure how to process his confession - sometimes he likes to feel helpless, dominated even, he gets off from being tied down and having his ass played with. Just the blush rising in his cheeks as he tells you this has you smiling at how adorable he could look.

It's quite a hard task on your part; being so unfamiliar with this new world you're attempting to research, but you manage to gather enough information to formulate a plan that you're certain will be everything he's dreamt of and more.

Just picture it: the rugged gang leader restrained on your bed, his wrists bound by shibari ropes that are secured to the headboard in a double-column tie, writhing under your featherlight touch. His biceps flex as though he could tear free from his binds at any second, but the sweat gathering at his temple from his struggling is more than enough to dispute that thought.

You debate blindfolding him. On the one hand, his sense of touch would be delightfully heightened without his vision, but to be perfectly honest, you don't want him to miss a thing. Especially when you kiss your way down his chest, raking your nails down the dark curls that pave towards an impressively hard cock that's currently twitching against his stomach.

Feeling somewhat cruel, you smile against his skin, teasing him with the sight of your head descending his torso, inching closer and closer to his cock, just to brush your lips elsewhere at the last second. You repeat the action a few more times, settling your lips at the dip of his hipbone and grazing your teeth over the sensitive area. Jacob bucks his hips upwards, pleading wordlessly.

"Ah ah, who's in charge here?"

"You," he huffs, closing his eyes.

You narrow your eyes, squeezing your palm around his length with a pleasurable tightness, stroking at a languid pace.

You adopt a low, sultry tone and correct him, "That's 'you, ma'am.'"

"Fuck."

You never thought you'd hear the man whimper, but there it was. Keening needily for more stimulation, but you maintain an unbearably slow rhythm until you hear the correct words leave his mouth.

"Please, ma'am, touch me some more."

You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, humming your praise and flicking your tongue over the slit, the vibrations of your hum sending delectable shivers through his body. His back tenses as your mouth sinks down his cock, engulfing more of his length into the wet heat before pulling up and littering kisses over the sensitive tip. His arms tremble in the restraints, his head lifted uncomfortably from the pillow to try and watch your actions.

His fingers can only dream of carding through your hair, of stroking your scalp and encouraging you forward with gentle nudges. The frustration gets to him quicker than you thought, his hips desperately trying to find some sort of leverage. You establish a rhythm, closing your eyes and focusing on your movements. You tighten your lips, bob your head in his lap, your tongue rubbing the underside of his head, your fingers squeezing his thighs.

After making a finger slick with lube, you massage the outer area of his ass, gently brushing the pad of your finger in an up and down motion. Jacob visibly relaxes, his lips pursed, mmming at the sensuous stimulation. You lift your head and substitute your mouth for your fist, watching the scrunch of his face as you gingerly push your finger forward, entering his ass a millimetre at a time.

Once you slip a full finger inside, wiggling the digit and rocking it back and forth, you're overcome with apprehension. Reading about this online is one thing, but actually doing the act is another. What if it doesn't feel good for him? What if you do it wrong? What if you hurt him?

Sensing your hesitation, Jacob guides your movements, encouraging you to push your finger deeper and angle the pad of your fingertip upwards. You're grateful for the communication, eventually falling into a rhythm that has him squirming under your ministrations, his head rolling to the side as he gasps intermittently.

Confident in your actions, you return to sucking his cock, matching the two rhythms to ravish him with utter bliss. Still experimentally rotating your finger against his walls, you brush across a small, walnut-shaped bump, certain you've found your target by Jacob's sharp intake of air.

Between the methodical brushes and the tender pressure you apply against his prostate, and the eager sucks of his shaft, he's besotted with your movements, his face pink, his lips parted as his moans escalate out of his control. With a few choppy snaps of his hips, he comes, stuttering and huffing with light burning in his vision, his nerves overstimulated and aflame.

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[ladye11e]

Blades, Trains, Assassins, Thieves pt 12

SFW

Characters: Jacob Frye/reader

Word count: 3553

Tagging @geekgoddess813 ​ @sweet-flash ​ @swiggle-muffin ​ @thank-god-its-fryeday ​ Ooops, I forgot to post this one!😥

Waking up early the next morning shivering violently, you looked up to see that you were now on your side balancing on the very edge of the bed, narrowing your eyes when you realised that Jacob had stolen all of the blanket. Sliding off as quietly as you could, you pulled on your clothes and did them up quickly, rummaging about in hopes that there was some coal left to make another fire. Scowling when you found there was none, you crept back to your room, sniggering when you saw Jacob peeking over the top of the covers.

“What time is it?”

“Seven. Now you’re awake I think we better go before more police turn up.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed and giggling when Jacob grimaced and dropped his head back down, you tugged at the corner of the blanket which only made him pull his legs up.

“Seven? Why is it light out then?”

“It’s seven in the morning, you do realise that the are two of them in the day?”

Tugging at the blanket again, you burst out laughing when he pulled it around him as tight as he possibly could, making just his eyes and the top of his head visible.

“You liar, there’s only one, and this isn’t it. Need. More. Sleep. Come back to bed.”

Winding the corner of the cover around you hand, you yanked as hard as you could, but he had a much better grip on it than you so it ended up with him chuckling as you fell back and landed on your backside with a thud. Clambering up and rubbing your ass, you gave up with an exasperated sigh and put your hands on your hips, glaring at him.

“You’re impossible you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me, soooo…”

You bit your lip in attempts to hide your grin when he eventually propped himself against the headboard and winked at you cheekily, jumping and turning around startled when the door burst open behind you.

“Miss (Name)? What on earth are you doing here?”

Dropping your gaze to the floor as Inspector Abberline stared at you disapprovingly, your face set ablaze when he moved forward a couple of steps and spotted Jacob still slumped in your bed.

“Jacob. Should have known you had something to do with this. Do you mind telling me why two of my men are tied up outside with lumps on their heads the size of melons?”

Bringing your hand up to cover your mouth as you unintentionally snorted when you remembered the policemen bound by their own belts outside your door, you faked a frown and stared at some invisible thing on the wall instead of meeting Abberlines annoyed gaze.

“Oh Freddie, calm down. You work your men too hard, they looked like they needed a nap. I just helped them get one.”

Your whole body vibrated with pent up laughter as your eyes flickered over to Jacob, who was grinning wildly and not at all caring that he was pretty much naked apart from the blanket draped over his lower half.

“I swear to god Jacob Frye, you’ll give me a heart attack one of these days. And you Miss, I’d have thought you would have known better. Five minutes, and I want you out. Please.”

Picking up the discarded pillow off the floor and throwing it at Jacob when Freddie left and pulled the door closed behind him, you yelped when he leapt up off the bed and caught you in his arms, covering your face in sloppy kisses. Only just able to wiggle free and push him back down onto the bed, you started to collect his clothes up and fling them at him, urging him to get dressed before the Inspector came back.

“He said we have five minutes, there’s alot we can do in that time.”

Throwing his coat over his head and going back into your shop in search of his top hat, you picked it up off the counter and placed it on your head, grinning as you saw his expression when you walked back over to him, which was now borderline carnal as his eyes flickered over you.

“I know what your thinking….” you whispered seductively as you leant forwards and placed your hands on his knees, nudging his nose with your own.

“Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll wear this again, and nothing else.”

Gasping when he quickly pulled you against him and gave you a bruising kiss, you managed to pull back and smirk at him just as he went to tug at your shirt.

“Oh that mind of yours is positively filthy. Wonder what else goes on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Filthy? Me? I’m a good girl.”

Tossing him back his hat when he finally pulled his clothes back on; barely doing anything up, you smiled sweetly and pulled him towards the door, laughing when he shook his head in mock disbelief.

“Henry? I got your note, what did you…. Oh, shall I come back later?”

Poking your head round to the back room of the Curio shop, you grinned as you saw Evie leaning over the desk and examining a map of London, with Henry stood very close behind her, gazing down and smiling warmly. You raised your eyebrows and winked at him when his attention snapped up to you, clearing his throat and taking a step back when he realised just how close he was to Evie.

“Erm, no (name), we were just trying to locate another of Starricks henchmen, please come in.”

“Who you looking for? Anyone I know?”

Walking over to the desk and leaning over to glance over the map, you smiled at Evie when she slid it towards you, raising an eyebrow hopefully.

“Edith Swinebourne, she’s a Templar gang leader.”

Picking up the nearby pencil off the counter, you traced a small circle on the paper, sliding it back to Evie who was staring at it intently as you had marked nowhere near where she had been looking.

“Shes at the Thames, I used to see her there every time I took something to Ned for him to sell. Nasty piece of work, and sneaky as they come.”

Your eyebrows raised in confusion when Evie stared at Henry and nodded, becoming even more bewildered when he went to the other side of the room and roamed around in a cupboard for a moment, before pulling out a small chest and dropping it onto the table carefully.

“This is for you (name). I think you will put it to better use than I, and you definately deserve it.”

Tracing your fingers over the dusty chest, you gingerly flicked the lock and peeked inside, your eyes widening in shock when you saw a bracer fitted with a hidden blade, almost exactly like Henrys.

“Wha… I can’t… For me?!….”

You just stood there staring at it for a moment completely aghast until you felt Henrys hand on your shoulder and squeezing gently, looking back up to see the two assassins with smiles on their faces.

“You have been doing alot to help us with our cause (name) and you have shown many traits of a member of our creed. It seems only fitting that you should have a symbol of your dedication.”

Grinning wildly as Henry pulled out the bracer and handed it to you, you pulled up your sleeve quickly and fastened it around your wrist as tightly as it would go, cocking you head when it slid easily up and down your arm.

“I don’t know what to say, apart from thank you! It is a little loose, would you mind if I got it adjusted?”

Turning your attention to Evie who was now gathering up the maps off the table, she dropped them in surprise as you stepped forward and gave her a brief hug in thanks.

“Erm yes. Well. You should make sure it fits correctly, just assure me that you won’t flit around London creating mayhem with my brother?”

“I won’t.”

Tracing your fingers over the details of the leather, you smiled at Henry who just chuckled and went to help Evie pick up the papers, then you grimaced for a moment when you realised who you would have to see to alter your new accessory.

“Right, now thats sorted, we need to make plans to deal with this newest Templar threat. This afternoon would be a good time, and give us long enough to prepare. Where is my brother by the way (name)?”

“Erm, flitting around London creating mayhem?”

You bit your lips together to keep yourself from laughing when she gave out an exasperated sigh and shook her head, letting a small giggle slip out when you saw that Henry was doing the same expression as you.

Walking down the docks on the outskirts of the City of London, you stood hesitantly outside of the shop that you needed to sort your bracer. Unclasping the blade from it and sliding it into your hidden pocket, you adorned your best fake smile and burst through the door and slammed it loudly shut behind you, startling the middle aged man who had his back to you sat at the counter.

“Charlie, long time no see.”

You snickered when the gangly man turned around in surprise, pushing his broken glasses back up his nose with his arm as he had his hands full with a pile of leather scraps.

“(Name)? What are you doin ‘ere? Looking for a job?”

Clenching your teeth in annoyance as you walked over to his workstation when he chuckled to himself and dropped the load down, you pulled up your sleeve and quickly unbuckled the cuff, gingerly handing it to him.

“No. I do not need a job. I want you to fix this so it fits me please.”

Only just resisting the urge to punch him when he smirked at you, you wandered around the store and fiddled with some of the items he was halfway through making while he examined your bracer.

“Now theres a first. Neva thought you’d be askin me for summat. Who did you pinch this off? I can do it, ave it done by next week.”

Freezing in your tracks, you dropped down the shoddily made knife hilt you were looking at and stared at him in disbelief, knowing that it would never take that long, even as slow as he was.

“Next week?! No, I need it today. Like, three hours from now, and I didn’t steal it, it was a gift.”

“Riiiight… Well you’ve got no chance. Business has tripled since you closed down. What can I say, I’m a man in demand. Though, I might be able to do it, fer the right price.”

Your patience wearing thin, you stormed over to the counter and pulled out a coin bag full of money that you had managed to pocket on your way over here, dropping it in front of him with a thud.

“That enough?”

Crossing your arms over your chest while you watched him tip out the contents of the bag and count up what was there, you clenched your fists tightly when he started shaking his head.

“Not quite. Wha’ else you got?”

“I don’t have anything else! What more could you possibly want?”

You put your hands on your hips angrily while he rubbed his grubby hand against the stubble on his chin, narrowing your eyes when he snapped his fingers and pointed in the direction of his anvil.

“You can ‘elp me catch up. Farrier needs shoes doin, and fast. You do that, I’ll fix this for yer. Deal?”

Turning around to see where he was gesturing to, your face dropped in dismay when you saw a rather hefty crate nearly overflowing with thick metal rods.

“Horseshoes? That’s apprentice work. Where’s yours?”

“Little shit went and done a runner, good job really, weren’t that great anyway. So’s that a yes or no? A'vent got all day.”

Slumping your shoulders in defeat, you pulled off your coat and rolled up your sleeves, picking up the nearby apron with just your thumb and forefinger and grimacing before tossing it to one side.

“You mean he saw sense and got away when he had the chance? Good on him. Fine, I’ll do your bloody shoes, this better be worth it.”

Dunking the curved metal in the bucket of water next to you to cool it down enough so you could examine it quickly, you tossed it on the pile with the others when you decided it was finished. You had given up counting how many you had done when you hit two dozen, and began mumbling obscenities under your breath when you used the tongues to pick up another molten hot rod out of the pit.

“Oi, (name), I’m done. Are you?”

Dropping the rod back down, you pulled off your gloves and scowled when you saw that there were still a few horseshoes left to be made.

“Four left. But I’m refusing to do anymore, I’ve already done a days work in three and a half hours, so thats more than fair.”

Grabbing your coat and draping it over your arm as you were far too hot to put it back on, you sauntered over to the front of the shop, your eyes widened in shock when Charlie tossed you your bracer.

“S'pose that’ll do. I’m takin credit for yer work by the way.”

You waved your hand dismissively as you continued to scrutinise the bracer, pleasantly surprised with the work that he had done. The tan leather had now been dyed black, making the engravings in the hide even more prominent, and the new buckles and straps had been polished to a lustrous shine, matching the bronze and gold adornments on the gauntlet.

“Noone will ever believe that you made those shoes anyway. You’re a great tanner, but a shit blacksmith. And no, I will never admit that to anyone, ever, before you ask.”

Sliding the contraption on your arm and fastening it tightly around your wrist, you fumbled in your coat and pulled out the attachment, laughing at Charlie when he backed away with his arms raised as you slid it into place and flicked your wrist, making the blade shoot out almost silently before retracting it again.

“Oh, if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking the money back. I’ve done far more than this is worth today, unless you’d rather me go to the farrier and recommend someone else to do his orders? Plus, you owe me for stealing my customers from right under my nose.”

Snatching the bag from his now trembling hand when he reached under the corner and held it out to you, you stuffed it back in your pocket and gave him an exaggerated bow, stomping out of his shop with a smug grin at finally being able to get your own back at him after all this time.

Hitching several rides unnoticed on the backs of carriages to the edge of the Thames, you ran as fast as you could the rest of the way, getting to where you had marked on the map just as Evie pulled up in a cart. Pulling your sleeve up when she jumped out and looked at you questioningly, you grinned when she gave you a nod of approval.

“Very nice (name). Now where is that damned brother of mine?”

Staring at the gang of blighters further down the bridge, which seemed to be getting bigger by the second as Evie frowned and looked around furiously, your attention was pulled away to someone shouting behind you, grinning as you saw Jacob leisurely walking in your direction with a hefty group of his Rooks.

“Ah, the two most important ladies in my life. Ready to have some fun?”

Giggling as Evie rolled her eyes and sighed when Jacob draped his arms over yours and her shoulders, you raised your arm to show him your new hidden blade, smirking when his eyes widened in surprise.

“Where did you get that?!”

“Henry. He said I’d probably need it when you get me into trouble again.”

Pulling your sleeve down when he playfully scowled at you, you nudged him in his side and winked at him as he dropped his arm from your shoulders.

“I’m joking. But Henry did give it to me.”

“Right, lets not dally shall we? There are blighters to dispose of.”

Taking a deep breath when Evie pulled out her cane sword and began walking briskly over the bridge, you followed her over when Jacob raised his arm and a flurry of green and yellow headed towards the fight. Sticking with a couple of younger looking Rooks, you pulled out your dagger and advanced towards one of the big brutes, quickly stepping to the side when he lunged towards you, giving you the opportunity to sink your knife deep into his back.

Pushing the body to the ground and spinning about to see three more blighters starting to circle you, you flicked out your hidden blade and ran towards the one in the middle. Knocking her dagger out of the way and leaping onto her chest, you easily disposed of the blighter while the Rooks dealt with the others, quickly killing them while they were distracted by you.

Your attention snapped to the other side of the bridge when you heard a loud raspy voice ring through the air, to see Edith pushing through the crowd and heading towards Evie, who was busy dealing with four blighters of her own. Knowing you were nowhere near ready to take on a full blown Templar face to face, you pulled out two throwing knives from your coat and hurled them in quick succession at the gang members Evie was fighting, making them drop to the ground as they embedded in their backs.

Evie nodded at you when she saw that you had taken out half of the blighters surrounding her after she pushed the two others over the side of the bridge, giving her the opportunity to take on Edith undistracted when she closed in on her.

Watching the rest of the blighters drop their weapons to the ground when they saw that Evie had killed their leader, you cocked your head to the side when the twins climbed on top of the nearest carriage, Jacob raising his arm to call the attention of the remaining gang members.

“Ladies and gentlemen! We are Jacob and Evie Frye! And as of this moment, you all work for us!”

Breathing a sigh of relief when several applauses rang through the air, you scoffed when you saw that Jacob had jumped down and was stood next to a Rook that you recognised, who was busy gushing and flirting with him. As soon as he saw you sniggering at him, he patted her on the shoulder and ran over to you, stopping about a foot away.

“I take it that’s Mary?”

“How on earth did you manage to guess that?”

Covering your mouth with your hand to hide your smile as he put his arms behind his back and stepped closer to you, you tilted your head when he leaned forwards to whisper in your ear.

“I can’t help being sooooo irresistible. Is she watching?”

Glancing over his shoulder to see her gaze was firmly fixed on Jacobs back, you chuckled slighty and nodded when her eyes flickered to you looking at her.

“Uh huh. Why?”

Squealing when he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, swooping you over and kissing you deeply, you giggled at the wolf whistles and cheers from the nearby Rooks as he pulled you back up with a devilish grin.

“You’re evil.”

Pursing your lips together and trying to hide your expression when you saw Mary scowl at you and stomp off in the other direction, you started walking when you felt Jacobs hand at the small of your back, pushing you towards the empty carriage.

“I’m sure she’ll get over me, eventually. Anyway, maybe that’ll stop all the whispers going around.”

“Whispers? What whispers?”

Climbing into the carriage, you picked up the reins and cracked them to get the horses into a slow gallop when Jacob slumped down in the seat next to you and laced his fingers behind his head, with obviously no intention of driving.

“My Rooks have been amusing themselves wondering if we we’re together or not. I think some of them even put bets on it. Which reminds me, I must find out who won.”

Bursting out laughing and slowing the cart to a stop when you got to the end of the bridge, you looked around for a moment before staring at him pointedly, waiting for him to tell you where to go.

“I see, well hopefully we gave them a bit of entertainment. Which way?”

“Where else would we be going after a fight like that?”

Grinning and snapping the reins again, you turned to the left and headed towards the Strand, yelling at some orphan children to move out of the way who were busy playing in the middle of the road.

“Of course, stupid question. First rounds on you.”

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Blades, Trains, Assassins, Thieves pt 14

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Characters: Jacob Frye/Reader

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Tagging the lovely @geekgoddess813​ @sweet-flash​ @swiggle-muffin​ @thank-god-its-fryeday​ 😍😍

Walking into Alecks workshop behind Jacob, your eyes widened when he turned around with a start, dropping the tools he was using with a clang on the counter.

"Oh Jacob, (name), it's just you, thank goodness!"

The corner of your mouth twitched when you felt Jacobs hand slide around your waist for a moment, before stepping forward with his head tilted, slightly puzzled.

"Aleck are you okay? You look a bit frazzled."

"Nerves, Starrick keeps sending those great oafs around to coax me. He's offering me ridiculous amount of money."

Stepping to one side quickly when Aleck rushed past you, you peered out of the window he was staring out of and lay your hand on his shoulder to try and reassure him when he began wringing his hands fretfully again.

"Not thinking about jumping ship are you?" Jacob asked hesitantly, his fingers twitching as he waited for his response.

"Never. I've been working on these, hopefully they will stun an assailant, should the need arise."

"You got them working then?"

Taking one of the contraptions that you had made the last time you were here, you studied it for a moment, wondering how he had managed to fill it with, well, anything.

"In a manner of sorts, I've made three with various degrees of acidity, one of them should be the right combination."

"Well, lets go and find some of Starricks men to test them out."

Taking the other two bombs from the inventor, you quickly pocketed them and headed towards the door when Jacob went to rush out.

"Wait! Speaking of Starrick, he's still transmitting false information."

Turning back and glancing down at his telegraph machine, you flicked your eyes over the several deciphered documents laying on top of it, describing the benefits of 'Starricks Syrup'. Before you had a chance to ask anything about it, Aleck rushed off to the window again, grimacing when a couple of men with red coats walked by.

"Perfect timing. They look angrier than normal. How about we play a little linguistic game with them? You two go up to the roof, and when I say the name of, lets say, a fruit, drop a bomb on them. Then we'll find out which one works."

Nodding your head and running outside, you held onto Jacob when he shot his grappling hook out, climbing over to the other side of the house and balancing on the edge of the roof. Pulling the bombs out of your pocket, you frowned as you looked over them again, not quite sure if you should be experimenting with them so close to other people.

"Do you think they will work?"

Shrugging your shoulders and handing Jacob the first bomb, you glanced down to the ground to see Aleck walk through the alleyway, arguing with two blighters in tow.

"I have no idea. I made the casing, but as for whatevers inside them? It could do anything."

"Such a clever girl."

Grinning and nudging him im the arm when you heard Aleck shout out the word Pear, you covered your face when he threw the bomb to the ground and it exploded next to the blighters, a foul smell, similar to rotten eggs billowing through the air.

"Oh my god. That's disgusting! Well that one definately doesn't work."

Skittering over the roof as Aleck continued down the alley still arguing, you passed Jacob the next contraption, hoping that the next one had the right concoption inside.

"So, how you doing with that hidden blade? Do we need to practice with it?"

Grinning when he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, you peered over the edge to see the quarrel still in full force, making something out about some telegraph machine.

"Not had much of a chance to use it yet, but you know I wouldn't refuse a demonstration."

You were so preoccupied in improper thoughts that you hadn't noticed that Jacob had thrown the next device down, until green smoke wafted up from below you, smelling even worse that the first.

"I think I'm going to be sick."

You held onto your stomach tightly as you balanced on a wooden beam and traversed futher down across the roofs, sitting down slightly futher back as you passed over the last bomb, thankful for the fresh air now the noxious cloud had gone.

"Doesn't that stink bother you? I'm about to bring up my lunch."

"Nope. Trust me, I've smelled alot worse than that. Ever been near a body thats been dead for a week?"

Covering your mouth and shaking your head firmly at the thought of coming across such a thing, you slapped him across the arm when he started chuckling at you.

"Not something I ever plan on seeing. Come on Aleck, this ones gotta work."

You're as purple as a PLUM!

Holding your breath when Alecks last signal rang through the air and Jacob threw the last bomb down, you breathed a sigh of relief when sparks erupted from the ground and the blighters shook for a moment when they were stunned. Your eyes widened in shock when Jacob stood and pulled you up with him, getting ready to jump down when the gang members shook themselves off and turned on Aleck.

"Wait, I can't jump that far...."

"Yes, you can, I've got you."

Not even having a chance to argue, your heart lept into your throat and you yelped out in panic when he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you off the roof with him. You suddenly felt quite smug when reflex kicked in and you flicked out your blade, sinking it into the blighters back as you landed on him, not cleanly, but well enough so that you weren't hurt.

Slightly bewildered at what you had just done, you took Alecks hand as he extended it to help you up, immediately turning to Jacob who was beaming at you with joy.

"See! I knew you could do it."

Still speechless when he threw his arm over your shoulder and gave you a heavy kiss on your cheek, you looked up to Aleck and smiled as he puffed out his chest, not looking like he was going to shake apart with nerves anymore.

"Just a blacksmith eh? Well, thanks to both your presence, it gave me the courage that I never thought I had."

"Bravo Aleck. Now, shall we sort out Starricks propaganda machine? You coming dear?"

Nodding softly as the men began walking down the alleyway towards a nearby carriage, you managed to shake yourself off just as you climbed in the rear seat, there not being enough room for all three of you in the front. Leaning back and letting the men converse while you headed towards Southwark, you made a mental note to attempt leaping off buildings like a crazy woman over the next few days. Your ears pricked when you heard your name being mentioned, slumping forward and extending your hand as Aleck passed you several more of his Voltaic bombs.

"We'll have to get in undetected, the factory is well guarded."

"(Name) and I will stun and distract them, you sneak inside."

"I shall take out not one, not two, but three parts of his transmitter, that will render it all but useless."

Sliding out when Jacob pulled the carriage over to a stop, you laughed when he caught you around the waist and dropped you gently to the ground, his face still filled pride as you headed into the telegraph station. Walking under the bridge to the main door of the station, you waved for Aleck to hang back when you saw that there were two of Starricks men guarding the entrance.

"You take the one on the right?"

Nodding as you pulled a device out of your pocket, you took a deep breath and hurled it towards the feet of the gang members, flicking out your blade and running towards your target when they began convulsing from the electric shock. Retracting your blade and pushing the dead body to the ground, you quickly slid your hand in your pocket, wincing at the slight nick down the side of your thumb, as you had forgotten that the weapon you were now using was attached to your arm.

Following Jacob in when Aleck had caught up, you stood next to the inventor when you reached a desk with some sort of mechanical box on it.

"I'll stay here with Aleck, you can deal with those."

Jacob grinned when he saw the blighters you were pointing to running down the corridor, sprinting off to face them before they reached where you were. You took the opportunity to have a look at your hand, turning your back to Aleck so he wouldn't see the blood while you tended to the cut. Using your handkerchief to press against the wound, you sighed when you saw that it wasn't that bad, only the sharpness of the blade had made it bleed quite profusely.

Wrapping the cloth around your thumb, you managed to clasp your hand around it just as you heard a crackle coming from behind you, turning around to see a whisp of smoke coming from the desk.

"That's one, the next is over the other side."

Running back down the corridor and meeting up with Jacob who had just finished taking out the blighters, you followed them both to the other side, crouching down against the inner wall of the cubicle when you noticed there were two ways in and out of it.

"Aleck.... Hurry, they're coming."

"I am, I am, just a few more moments."

Peeking around the corner to see the group of assailants split up so they could take you from either side, you pulled out a knife and threw it at the larger one, making the other one freeze for a moment when he saw his colleague drop to the floor. Turning your head to see Jacob fighting the other two, you flicked your wrist, making sure to keep your hand out of the way this time, and jumped from around the corner, sinking the knife into the blighters chest just as Aleck finished sabotaging the transmitter.

"This is becoming quite the adventure! The last one's this way, quickly."

Grinning when Jacob pulled you into running beside him, the adrenaline running through you perking you up, you skidded to a stop when you reached the final location, unsheathing your dagger in tandem with your blade when nearly a dozen henchmen came sprinting towards you. With Jacob taking the lead, you hung back slightly to protect where Aleck was, quickly disposing of anyone that slipped past the assassin, or that he launched towards you.

Your eyes widened when one of them managed to push past you, throwing yourself into her when she pulled out a gun, ensuring the bullet missed Aleck by mere inches but making you drop your dagger in the process. Trying to clamber up off her so you could turn around to take her out, you yelped when she pulled your leg and picked up your blade, climbing on top of you and getting ready to lunge. Raising your arm when she plummeted her hand down, you just managed to stop the dagger sinking into chest, clenching your teeth together as you strained in holding her up.

You swallowed a cry when the tip of the knife slowly pressed into just below your collarbone, the sting and the trickle of blood running down your neck giving you a surge of strength, just enough to push her to the side and lash out with your own blade and sink it deep between her ribs.

"(Name)! Are you alright?!"

Pushing the dead woman off of you and taking Jacobs hand to help pull yourself up, you cringed when he threw his arms around you and held you tightly.

"I'm okay. Has Aleck finished with those contraptions?"

Brushing his hand away when he pulled down the collar of your shirt, wincing when he saw the incision, you gave him a bright smile and tried to ignore the pain in your chest.

"Yes, I'm finished (name), time to go. And thank you, for saving my life, I am in your debt."

"Well actually, there is something I need. I'll talk to you when we get back to your workshop."

Following him back through to the street when he took a slight bow and smiled, you winked at Jacob knowingly when he wound his arm around your waist and flashed you a rather confused look.

Stuffing the last thing you needed into a sack when Jacob walked in behind you, you held it behind your back out of his reach when he tried to make a grab for it, tutting and waggling your finger.

"Jacob, (name), I cant thank you enough for what you have done for me, helping me pursue what I believe in."

Turning around and tucking the bag under your arm when Jacob made another swipe at it, you held out your hand and smiled when Aleck took it, pulling away quickly when he saw the dried blood on your neck.

"It's always a pleasure. Thank you for this by the way, it's going to help me a lot."

"Yes, well. I do suggest you vacate your workshop."

You raised your eyebrow when Jacob leaned over your shoulder to speak to Aleck, holding on to the sack more tightly when you realised why he had done it, as his hand began tugging at the cloth.

"Oh there is no need Mister Frye. You have given me bucket loads of courage, and with my devices, I am well protected. If you both find yourselves with a moment to spare, please do drop by."

Waving as you turned on your heel and headed towards the door, you threw the bag into the back of the carriage and jumped up into the drivers seat, grimacing when the sharp pain ran through your chest again.

"Come on, lets get you fixed up."

Sliding down the seat when Jacob jumped up and began nudging you down with his ass, you handed him the reins and inhaled sharply when the carriage began moving with a jerk.

"I'm okay, it's just a scratch."

"Suuuuuure it is. I've had enough injuries to know that's not 'just a scratch'. Raise your arm."

Flinching and letting out a squeak in pain when you lifted your elbow from your side, you dropped it back down quickly and let out an exasperated sigh when you had to admit he was right.

"Okay you win. Is this really necessary?"

Chuckling when he pulled the carriage to a stop and ran around the other side, first grabbing the sack from the back and then pulling you in his arms and carrying you to the train, you clenched your jaw when the throbbing started again even though he had put you down on the sofa carefully.

"I could have always thrown you over my shoulder again. Right, shirt off."

Raising your eyebrows when he pulled out a drawer from the desk and tipped its contents all over the top of it, you hovered your hand over your top button, but didn't start undoing it.

"Wait, you're doing it?"

You became slightly nervous when he sat down next to you with a handful of bandages and pieces of cloth, wondering if you should grit through the pain and go to the hospital.

"Why not? I've done this to myself plenty of times, do you trust me?"

"Well, yes..."

"Soooo, where's the problem? Shirt. Off. Or if you prefer I could always cut it."

Stifling a giggle when you quickly undid your buttons and shuffled out of your clothing, you cocked your head in slight surprise when his gaze didn't didn't roam over you as expected, but stayed firmly fixed on either your shoulder or the dressings in his lap. Gritting your teeth when he gently began wiping away the blood to see how bad it was, your brow furrowed when a look of worry crept up his face.

"Is it bad?"

"I've seen worse, but it's going to leave a scar. You need to put your hand on my shoulder, can you manage it?"

Nodding and biting the inside of lip and you lifted your arm, managing not to cry out through the gnawing pain, letting out a heavy sigh when he began wrapping a bandage around you tightly, the pressure helping alleviate most of the ache.

"Another momento, I'm starting to get a collection."

Grabbing your shirt when he had finished tying the bandage, you managed to pull it on without too much effort thanks to the dressing, gasping when Jacob cupped your chin and kissed you gently before pulling you against him when he leant back on the sofa.

"Yes, you are, and that worries me. Maybe you shouldn't come out anymore, I shouldn't have dragged you into this."

Sitting up with a start, you shuffled around to face him, your eyes narrowing when you could see that he was deadly serious.

"Let's just get one thing straight, Jacob Frye. You did not drag me into anything. You really think you could force me to do something I didn't want to do? I've told you this before, Yes, I've been doing this to be with you, but I've been doing it for myself as well. And I will continue doing this, with or without you, because it's the right....."

You let out a small whimper when he suddenly pulled you towards him and captured you lips with his, cutting you off mid rant, the anger that was building inside you dissolving quickly as he kissed you tenderly. Taking a deep breath when he eventually pulled away and rested his head on yours, a soft smile crept up your face when you flickered your eyes open, and he was gazing at you warmly.

"Okay okay. I just wanted to make sure. You really are something."

Shuffling back to his side and laying your head on his chest, you smirked when he went to drape his arm over your shoulder, pulling it back quickly and kissing the top of your head instead.

"Oh I'm something alright. Mad. Crazy. Insane. Perhaps all three for falling for you."

"Wow, thanks. I love you too. But we really should get you some practice, hopefully it will prevent something like this from happening again."

Looking up and bursting out laughing when you saw that he had a wicked grin on his face, you buried your head in his coat when your cheeks turned pink as you recalled the first time he offered to help you.

"Practice? Why do I have the feeling that I wouldn't learn much?"

"Hey, I can behave. I did just now didn't I?"

You grinned when you felt him silently chuckle underneath you, flicking your eyes down to see a bulge twitching against his trousers.

"Uh huh. You managed to keep your hands in check, but what were you thinking?"

"That's beside the point. We'll give it a week until your arms a bit better, then training. Okay?"

"Okay."

Sighing softly when his hand came up to caress your cheek, a curve of a smile crept up your face when you began to get rather excited at finally being able to hold your own.

[ladye11e]

Blades, Trains, Assassins, Thieves pt 10

SFW

Word count:3148

Characters: Jacob Frye x reader, Evie Frye

Tagging @geekgoddess813​ @sweet-flash​ @swiggle-muffin​ @thank-god-its-fryeday​

You woke up with a start when you felt something heavy drop down beside you on the sofa, looking around quickly to see Jacob grinning at you.

“Did you know that you snore? I heard you even through the noise of the train.”

Rubbing your eyes and yawning, you slapped him on the leg when he poked you in your side and started laughing at you.

“I do not snore, I know I don’t. You do however. What time is it?”

“A bit before ten, still early.”

Snuggling down into his chest when he wrapped his arm around you, you tried to stifle another yawn, wondering what he meant by ‘still early’.

“Mmmm, you’re comfortable. Oh, I met one of your admirers earlier.”

“Really? You’ll have to be a bit more specific, I have lots of them.”

Looking up and scowling at him when you could feel his chest vibrating with the chuckle he was trying to suppress, you yelped when he slid his cold hands under your arms and pulled you to straddling on top of him, his hands rubbing down your thighs suggestively.

“Well this one was Mary, one of your Rooks. She seemed quite infatuated with you.”

“Mary? Yeah I know her, what did she say?”

Seeing the cheeky glint in his eye, you decided to play along with his little game, trying to ignore that his thumb was now circling closer to in between your legs.

“Well. Firstly she said you were rediculously attractive…”

Jacob raised his eyebrow as you brought your hand up and plucked open the top button of his shirt, grazing your nails over the newly exposed skin that made him shudder.

“Well, that’s true. What else?”

“And you were strong….”

Grinding your hips hard against him and pulling open another button, you leaned forwards and trailed little pecks across his jawline, smiling as his grip tightened on your legs.

“And charming…..” you whispered, your voice low and dripping with desire.

“Also true.”

Sitting back slightly to see that he was seconds away from ripping off your clothes and taking you right there, given the look on his face, you moved in to kiss him, but instead grabbed the front of his hat and yanked it down, covering his eyes and giggling to yourself.

“And a bloody smug bastard!”

Jumping up quickly when his hands moved from your legs so he could pull up his hat, your mouth dropped and you took a step back when he looked up at you with the most devious grin.

“Why you little…. Im gonna get you for that.”

Squealing when he lept up from the sofa and wrapped his arms around your waist before you even had a chance to move, you laughed and tried to wiggle free when his mouth descended on your neck, biting and sucking that was sure to leave a string of bruises.

“Ahem. Sorry to break this up, but we have work to do. You two really should think about getting a room.”

Jacob let out an exasperated sigh and mumbled something against your shoulder when you turned your now flustered head to face Evie, who was busy hiding her gaze in paperwork strewn across the desk. Attempting to move away when his hands loosened around your waist, your eyebrows raised when he turned you around and pulled your back up firmly agaist his chest, suddenly realising why he kept you there when he pushed the hard bulge in his trousers up against your leg.

“What’s than then Evie? Another exciting night in trying to get a lead on that curio?”

You pursed your lips so you wouldn’t laugh when Evie glared at Jacob, noticing she was in a particularly foul mood.

“Just on my way out actually dear brother. Lucy Thorne is expecting a shipment tonight, and I’m almost certain that it contains a piece of Eden that Sir David Brewster mentioned.”

Glancing over a document that Evie gave to you to pass to Jacob, you recognised the portrait of the woman immediately, remembering that Henry had said that she was extremely dangerous.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You aren’t an assassin (name), do you believe you’re up for the task?”

Looking at the picture again, you nodded and handed her back the sheet, resolving to prove that you were more than just a thief, who was currently leeching a place to stay off of her.

“Come on Evie, another pair of eyes would be useful, and it sounds like fun.”

“Fine. Just promise me you’ll stick to the mission.”

Jacob, finally able to step back from you, grinned at his sibling and trailed his finger over his chest in the shape of a cross.

“I swear.”

He held you back as you went to jump off the train, smirking against your cheek and trailing his fingers down your sides.

“Don’t you think for one second that you’ve gotten away with this, I’m still going to get you back. And by the way, I have absolutely no idea who Mary is.”

Grabbing his arm and pulling him down the carriage before Evie started yelling, you turned to face him for a moment and gave him a sly wink.

“I know.”

Perching yourself on the roof of the factory next to Evie, your eyes widened when you saw at least two dozen blighters and Templars down below, guarding a cart that was being loaded up with a large crate.

“Whatever Thorne’s after, its in that chest.”

“There are gunmen on the roof.” Jacob grumbled as he crouched down next to you, making his boredom more than apparent.

“Think you can dispose of them before I get to the cart?”

You raised your eyebrows at his jaded attitude as he jumped up and sniggered at Evie, fiddling with his bracer for a second before getting ready to jump off the roof.

“I was hoping for a challenge.”

Watching him shoot out his grappling hook and traverse to where the first sniper was, you turned to Evie and waited for instructions, who was staring out into the yard attentively.

“You can go down to the right (name), and eliminate the three solitary guards before they can alert anyone else.”

The panic stricken look on your face must have been apparent as she frowned at you for a moment, then shook her head as she sighed.

“Look, if it’s too much for you to handle…”

“No!” You blurted out, cutting her off mid sentence, more determined now than ever to prove your worth.

“I can do it, you can trust me.”

Descending down the side of the building when she nodded at you, you quickly ran behind a stack of containers, knowing that time was not on your side. Peeking around the corner and spotting the first watchman, you took a deep breath to try and slow your furiously beating heart and pulled out your dagger, creeping as quietly as you could up behind him. You’ve done this once, you can do it again… Before you lost your nerve, you raised your blade as high as you could and plunged it straight into his neck, wincing at the strangled gargle that left his mouth as he dropped to the floor.

Looking up to see Evie about to jump off the roof, you hastily made your way to the next guard; a woman this time, and repeated your actions in the exact same way, the uneasy feeling in the pit of your gut dissipating quickly. Skidding to a halt when you approached the location of the third, your eyes widened when you saw it was a gigantic man, easily the biggest person you had seen in your entire life.

Knowing you would have to use a different tact for this one, more for the fact that there was not much chance of you actually being able to reach to stab him in his neck, you took a few steps back and flipped your dagger so you were holding it backhanded. Running up as fast as you could, you lept onto the huge Templars back and slid your blade across his throat, landing on him as he fell forwards, at the exact same time as Evie sped by.

Retreating back slightly beside the building so you didn’t get spotted, you peered around the corner and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Evie jump into the cart. You immediately paralysed with fear when you felt an arm wrap around your front and a hand cover your mouth, then cursed loudly against the leather clad fingers when you turned your head, to see Jacob smirk at you before dropping his gaze to the body on the floor.

“What was that? Nicely done by the way, woman after my own heart.”

Pulling his hand from over your face, you poked him in the ribs and glared at him, shaking your head softly when he grinned at you sheepishly.

“I said, you bastard, you scared the life out of me!”

“Hmm, sorry about that, didn’t want you yelling out and letting everyone know we’re here. I know how you like to make noises.”

Only just managing to stick your tongue out at him before he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the street, you poked your head over the side of the cart at the same time as Jacob, to see Evie open the chest to reveal a book and a mound of documents.

“Did you find it?” Jacob asked quickly, slightly fretting as several Templars burst out of a nearby door.

“There he is, get him!” One of the gang members shouted as they ran towards your position.

“What did you do?!”

Jumping into the cart beside Evie when Jacob climbed into the drivers seat, you slammed the crate shut to stop the papers from flying away as you sped down the street.

“Now’s hardly the time for questions. How many are chasing us?”

“Too many! Would you drive more carefully, you’re endangering the documents!” Yelled Evie, who was mentally counting your persuers and grimacing.

Shaking your head as Evie handed you a gun, you grinned as you pulled out several throwing knives out of your coat, thankful that you had the foresight to come well prepared.

“Oh, poor documents! Would you rather I stop right here?” Jacob shouted over his shoulder and winked at you, obviously enjoying this persuit far more that any sane person would.

Climbing over the side of the carriage to carefully balance on the passenger seat, you nudged Jacob in the arm with your leg to get his attention.

“Let them get closer!”

“What?! Are you mad woman?!”

Smirking when one of the chasing carriages pulled a few feet away from the side of you, you hurled a knife straight at the driver, landing it square in his chest. Watching him veer off and crash into a lamp post, you shrugged your shoulders when both Evie and Jacob stared at you in amazement.

“Errm, wouldn’t it be wise to keep your eyes on the road?” You chided as you dropped down to your knees to hold on to the side for dear life, when Jacob just managed to swerve out of the way of a group of people.

Standing back up when you saw several more carriages full of Templars speed your way, you spun another blade in your hand, ready to aim again.

“Be a dear and hold onto me if you plan on making another move like that.”

Looking around furiously when you eventually ran out of daggers, you noticed that the gang members were becoming relentless in their pursuit, more and more appearing faster than you could take them down. Jumping into the back of the carriage next to Evie, you frowned as she held up her gun, showing you that she was also out of ammunition.

“Jacob, we’re out, and they’re still coming!”

“Then we’ve gotta jump!”

Crashing to the floor when he took another hard turn, you managed to clamber up just as he ground the cart to a halt, your eyes widening when he jumped out and headed towards the train bridge.

“What about the chest?!” Evie called out from just behind you.

“If you want to carry it, be my guest!”

Climbing up the wall and balancing on the edge next to Jacob, you jumped down just as the train passed under, only just managing to hold on with the force of the speed it was going. Scrambling back up and brushing yourself off, you couldn’t help but laugh when Jacob waved to the Templars that were leaning over the side of the bridge, before stepping back to weave his arm around you.

“Well that was fun, must do it again sometime dear sister.”

You felt slightly sorry for Evie when you followed him to the end of the train, wishing there were more you could have done to help as you lept off the end, landing cleanly next to a slightly baffled Jacob. Walking down the tracks for a moment until you came to a part of the wall you could climb, you dug your feet in between the broken bricks and hoisted yourself up, cocking your head to one side when Jacob followed you up with the same mysterious expression.

“Go on, I’ll bite. What are you thinking? Or do I have something on my face?”

“Hmm? No, you don’t have anything on your face.”

Linking your arm through his and slowly walking down the street along the tracks, you didn’t bother asking again, leaving him in his own little world while you wondered which direction to head in. Stumbling forward when he suddenly stopped in the middle of the street, you yelped as he pulled you into his arms and squeezed you tightly.

“Okay, now you’re starting to worry me.”

Leaning yourself back so you could look up at him, a soft smile crept up your face when you saw he was gazing down at you warmly.

“You worry too much. I’m just amazed, and trust me, that doesn’t happen very often. A few weeks ago you were struggling to keep up with me, now here you are, killing Templars and flinging daggers through the air.”

“What, you really though I’d just sit about moping on the train, waiting for the great Jacob Frye to return? I have been out practicing.”

Letting him pull you towards the the kerb when a carriage came trundling down the road, you took the opportunity to slide your hands under his coat, sighing as his warmth instantly began to thaw out your cold fingers.

“Well, yes I did actually. You’ve been doing all of this, to be with me?”

Now it was your turn to be surprised, as you fully expected for him to have his usual smug grin on his face. But if he was hiding it, he was doing it well.

“I suppose. For myself as well of course, I did say I wanted to help in any way I could..”

Before you even had a chance to finish, Jacob held you even more firmly against him, kissing you so hard that you were sure you could taste a faint bite of copper from where you bit your lip from his sudden movement. Pulling back slightly so you could catch your breath, your stomach tied in knots as his eyes flickered over you tenderly.

“Mister Frye, are you getting all romantic on me?”

Jacob cleared his throat and loosened his grip around you, his usual playful demeanor creeping back quickly.

“Me? Romantic? Not at all.”

You unintentionally frowned as you stepped away and pulled your coat straight, turning around and taking a few steps back towards the street, trying to remember where the hideout would be this time of night.

“No? That’s a shame.”

A shriek caught in your throat when Jacob suddenly appeared in front of you, ducking down and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You hammered your fists against his back when he started walking across the road with you slung over him, but quickly stopped and went limp when he chuckled and slapped your rear, just hard enough for it to sting slightly.

“What are you doing? Jacob Frye, put me down this instant!”

Straining your neck to look up as he just ignored you and carried on down the street, your eyes widened when you saw he was heading towards a carriage, with one of his Rooks in the drivers seat. Shaking yourself about when Jacob pulled open the door and dropped you down on the floor, the blood that had rushed to your head making you quite dizzy, you just sat there dumbfounded for a moment while he said something to the driver and then climbed in, sitting down on the floor beside you.

“Where are we going?” you asked hesitantly as you draped your arms over his shoulders when he pulled you into his lap, winding his arms around your waist.

“To your shop. The trains not gonna cut it tonight, I want a bed.”

“What? We can’t go there, what about all the police that have been parading about?”

Holding onto him tighter as he snaked his arm under your legs, somehow managing to slide himself up against the seat and sit on it with you still in his lap, you raised your eyebrows when he just stared out of the window thoughtfully.

“Doubt there’s going to be anyone there this time of night, and if there is, I’ll sort it.”

You spent the rest of the journey in silence, which thankfully wasn’t long, as you were becoming slightly nervous at the trouble that you might cause by breaking into your shop again. Sliding off his legs and onto the seat when the carriage ground to a halt, you sat where you were when he gestured for you to stay put, peeking out the window for a moment then slumping back down when he disappeared from view.

Drumming your fingers on the cushion impatiently, you jumped as the door to the carriage suddenly burst open, revealing the Rook who had been driving the carriage.

“Come on love, out ya get.”

Clambering out and sauntering towards the back of your store, you were so distracted in wondering why the Rook was grinning, that you didn’t notice the two unconscious policemen on the floor until you stumbled over them. Bursting out laughing when you saw that they were tied up with their own belts, you carried on down the side street, to where Jacob was busy picking the lock to your door.

“Was that really necessary?”

Giggling again when Jacob just grinned and shrugged his shoulders, you followed him into your shop when he finally managed to unlock the door, kicking it shut behind you.

[ladye11e]

Blades, Trains, Assassins, Thieves pt 9

SFW

Word count:3376

Characters:Jacob Frye x Reader

Tagging @geekgoddess813​ @swiggle-muffin​ @sweet-flash​ @thank-god-its-fryeday​ 😍

Without anywhere else to go, you decided to hideout in the train for a while, much to Jacob’s delight, but it was beginning to drive you insane. Being left to your own devices for the most part, the current assassin missions either too dangerous or didn’t warrant a thief, left you mulling about and wondering what to do about your store.

Picking up your fathers journal that Jacob had managed to sneak in and get for you, before being thrown out by several policemen that even Freddie didn’t have any sway over, you curled up on the sofa and flicked through the book until you came to a blank page.

About an hour later, you smiled to yourself when you heard familiar heavy footsteps clambering about on the roof, looking up to see Jacob drop down in front of the door, completely covered in what looked like soot.

“What on earth have you been doing??”

You squirmed when he flashed you a beaming smile and dropped down in the seat next to you, draping his arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek, leaving a huge black mark across your face.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know. What you got there?”

Grinning when you passed him the book to show him the brass knuckles you had designed, you burst out laughing when his eyes lit up and began nodding furiously.

“Oh you know me so well! Can you make it? Maybe two, those Templars won’t know what hit them.”

Taking the book back off him and snapping it shut, you got up off the sofa and sighed, dropping it down on the nearby desk and rubbed at your cheek with the cuff of your coat when you saw your reflection in the window.

“I would love to, but no forge, remember?”

Jacob jumped up and spun you around, wrapping his arms around you tightly and kissed you, covering your face in the black dust again.

“I said I’ll get it back for you, and I will. Even if I have to take on the whole bloody police force, I will.”

Chuckling to yourself when you could actually imagine him doing that, your attention snapped to the door when Henry walked in, immediately lowering his gaze to the ground when he saw you.

“Oh. I was just looking for Evie, I’ll come back later….”

Slithering out from Jacob’s embrace and gesturing for him to give you and Henry a moment alone, you scoffed when he pouted and took two whole steps towards the other side of the carriage. Turning your attention back to Henry, you couldn’t help but blush when he was now staring at the very window that he saw you pushed up against earlier in the week. Clearing your throat and stepping towards him, you lay your hand on his arm and decided not to acknowledge the embarrassing situation that you had gotten in, but apologize for the blighter catastrophe now that you had finally gathered up the nerve after avoiding him for the best part of a month.

“Henry, I’m so sorry for what I did. I didn’t mean… I shouldn’t have.. Oh bloody hell, this sounded so much better in my head.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when Henry chuckled and hugged you briefly, before brushing your face with the back of his hand to get some of the dirt off.

“I could never stay cross at you (name), just promise me that next time you will speak to me first?”

“I promise. Evie went out not too long ago, said she was meeting someone named Clara?”

Noticing that Henry’s hand was now grubby, you pulled out your handkerchief and wiped the smudge off it before trying to clean up your own face, letting out an exasperated sigh when Jacob walked up behind you and rubbed his cheek against yours, making your efforts completely futile.

“Well, I better get going, have fun getting yourselves cleaned up.”

Grumbling to yourself as you watched Henry smirk at you and hastily jump off the train, you dropped the now black handkerchief on the floor and turned to face Jacob, who now had his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What was all that about? He can’t still be that pissed about what happened at the station?”

“No, everythings fine, it doesn’t matter. You do realise that you’re absolutely filthy?”

You shrieked when he winked at you suggestively and quickly swept you off of your feet, carrying you back over to the sofa and ungraciously sitting down with you in his lap.

“When it comes to you, I can be extremely filthy.”

Giggling when he nuzzled into your neck and his fingers began massaging the inside of your thigh, your mouth dropped when he whispered something in your ear. You bit your lip in trying to stop a smile from creeping up your face when he looked back up at you, but your eyes obviously gave you away when he gave you a rather enticing wink.

“Oh you like that idea do you?”

Fiddling with the coin around his neck, you gave up trying to hide your expression, grinning widely and nodding.

“Mmmm, god you’re amazing. But unfortunately thats going to have to wait, we need to go in a few minutes.”

“Where are we going?”

Getting up and trying to brush yourself off to at least look a bit more presentable, you abandoned your attempts with a huff when Jacob jumped up next to you and grinned, drawing his initials on your cheeks with the soot.

“Lambeth. There’s someone who you could probably help.”

Following Jacob in through some random front door without even knocking, your eyebrows raised in wonder when you noticed that you weren’t in a house, but a rather large room with alot of instruments and apparatus laying about.

“Aleck? You here?”

You stood back when a smartly dressed man poked his head around the corner, not at all concerned that there were two people stood in the middle of his workshop unannounced.

“Ah Jacob, been hard at work I see. Have you seen Starricks latest lies?”

You cocked your head to one side as the man passed Jacob a newspaper, quite surprised that he had a thick Scottish accent.

“Lies? In a newspaper? I’m astonished. How’s the darts coming along?” Jacob asked in a sarcastic tone as he handed him back the paper.

“Not quite finished I’m afraid, I’ve completed the serum, but the dart mechanism isn’t working correctly.”

Stepping forward when Aleck presented a syringe type item to Jacob, the corner of your mouth twitched when you spotted what was wrong with it almost immediately. Jacob, noticing your expression, passed it to you so you could look at it closer for a moment, smirking when you fumbled in your pocket and pulled out a small file.

“Aleck, this is (name), she’s on our side. (Name) this is Aleck Bell, an inventor.”

Using the file to ping off an extra piece of metal on the side of the tube that would no doubt cause any kind of mechanism to jam, you gave it back to Jacob and extended your hand to the Scotsman, who now looked quite impressed.

“Pleasure to meet you Mister Bell. Your design was slightly flawed, but I’ve fixed it. It should work now.”

Smiling when he took your hand in both of his, it soon dropped when he shook it a little too enthusiastically, making you twist out of his grip before he pulled your arm off.

“The pleasures all mine my dear. Tell me, are you an inventor also?”

“Me? God no, just a blacksmith. Jacob, does it fit now?”

Spinning around to see Jacob grinning and slide the vial neatly into his gauntlet, you breathed a sigh of relief that what you had done actually worked, and you hadn’t made a fool out of yourself.

“Excellent. A blacksmith you say? Would you mind giving me your opinion on another of my inventions? Oh and Mister Frye, I intercepted a line, mentioning cargo that contains our cable lines had been seized at College Wharf.”

“Well then, I suppose i better go unseize it. (Name) will you stay here? I wont be long, especially with this new toy.”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm for his new contraption, you shooed him off when he grabbed you around the waist and kissed you quickly, eager to find out what Aleck wanted you to look at.

“So, you and Mister Frye?”

Following him to his workbench where he picked up a flask and spilt two drops into a dish, you gingerly plucked up some weird metal device off of the counter top, fiddling with it and wondering what on earth it could be.

“Yes. So what is it you wanted me to look at?”

“Ah god damn it!”

Flinging the curved piece of metal across the counter and grasping your finger tightly, you winced when a trickle of blood dripped down the side of your hand.

“Are you alright? Here, let me take a look.”

Holding out your hand to Aleck when he came rushing over with a cloth and wound it tightly around your fingers, you cursed under your breath for having cut yourself yet again. Whining when he pulled the fabric away to see how bad it was, you scowled when you saw quite a deep gash down the side of your index finger.

“Thats pretty bad, hold it tight, I shall get you a bandage.”

Squeezing as hard as you could to stop the bleeding, you were grateful that he came back quickly and pulled up a stool inches from yours, and began cleaning up your hand.

“Im sorry for getting blood everywhere, Im usually really good at this kind of thing. Guess I’m just not great in using other people’s tools.”

“Oh hush, you’re doing a marvellous job. It took me days to build just one of those things, and you have managed three in the past few hours.”

Staring at your hand as he wound the bandage firmly around your finger, you couldn’t help but notice that he was trembling slightly.

“Aleck, are you okay?”

“Erm, yes, just a little squeamish when it comes to blood. Pitiful I know.”

Taking his hands in yours when he finished doing the dressing, you gave him a broad smile and tried to take his mind off of it.

“Yet here you are, fixing me up. That’s incredibly brave to face something that scares you.”

“Trust me, I’m not brave, I feel like I’m about to throw up.”

“You better not, this is a new shirt!”

You both burst out laughing at the same time, stopping instantly when you turned your head towards the door at the sound of Jacob clearing his throat.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Aleck dropped your hands and jumped up out of the chair faster than you’d ever seen anyone move before, your eyebrows raising as you saw that Jacob was smiling, but his voice didn’t match his expression.

“Not at all. Just had a bit of an accident, Mister Bell was just fixing me up. How did the mission go?”

You clenched your teeth together when Jacob grasped your hand and inspected the bandage, his eyes narrowing slightly as he turned his attention to Aleck.

“I can answer that, you have triumphed once again Mister Frye!”

“Wait, how do you know that?” Jacob asked, his voice still laced with slight annoyance.

“We have entered the age of communication remember? I have already received word that the shipment has arrived safe and sound, thanks to you.”

Unwinding your dressing when you felt your hand starting to go numb because it was so tight, you stifled a chuckle when Aleck turned away quickly so he didn’t see your wound. Now that it had stopped bleeding, you held up your finger so Jacob could see the cut, flinching when his brow furrowed and he kissed the tip.

“So what else was in the shipment Aleck? There were too many blighters for it just to contain cable lines.”

“Ah, I’m afraid that Starricks poison has made it’s way to the open market.”

Jumping down off the stool when Jacob gestured that it was time to go, you quickly picked up the cloth and wiped the traces of your blood off the piece of metal you had cut yourself on and handed it to Aleck, so he could finish the infernal thing himself.

“Well, if Starrick thinks that will stop us, he’s wrong. Shall we be off?”

Waving to Bell as you followed Jacob out the door, you brow furrowed in confusion slightly when you walked side by side down the street in complete silence. Picking up your pace slightly so that you got in front of him, you stopped and turned to face him, your eyes narrowing as he just stared over your shoulder into the distance.

The corner of you mouth twitched when you suddenly realised what was wrong, so you lay your hands on his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing your lips against his firmly, ignoring the comments of the startled onlookers. It didn’t take long for him to return the kiss, you let out a gentle sigh when you felt his hands on your hips, and his tense posture quickly melting away. Pulling back to see his usual cheeky expression had returned, you tapped him on the nose with your good hand and tutted.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, just so you know.”

Holding on tighter as he carried on walking with you around his waist, you laughed at the woman who was briskly walking in the other direction, scoffing and covering her childs eyes with her hand.

“Jealous? I’m not jealous.”

“If you say so. Are you going to put me down? Or do you plan on carrying me all the way back to the train?”

You giggled when his hands wove around you, kissing you again then apologising when he bumped into a group of men who were deep in conversation. He dropped you down when you reached the end of the street, his attention snapping to an older gentleman with a bushy white beard who was yelling at another man that was jumping into a carriage.

“Mr Darwin? What’s all that about?”

You just managed to stifle your laughter when the man held on tightly to the door handle as the cart sped away, yanking it clean off and throwing it to the ground in annoyance.

“That is Richard Owen! A vile, despicable man!”

“Really? Could have sworn you were close friends” Jacob scoffed.

“Wait, Mr Owen works at the asylum…. He would know who makes the syrup! Get him! Get him!”

Breaking into a sprint behind Jacob when he immediately ran off in the direction that the man was travelling, you felt slightly smug when you managed to keep up with very little effort. Jumping up into a nearby empty carriage so you could gain some ground on the man, you were quite surprised when Jacob passed you the reins.

“Get as close as you can, and try to keep us steady.”

Nodding and cracking the reins, you managed to catch up to the other cart quickly, pulling up to the side of it in a steady path as Jacob climbed up onto the roof.

“Go find Evie!” Jacob shouted as he jumped across to the other carriage and pushed the driver into the road, taking his place in the front seat.

Slowing down and pulling up to the side of the street, your heart jumped into your throat when you watched Jacob drive more recklessly than usual, slamming the carriage into nearby objects, in what you guessed was his attempt to scare the man into giving him the information he needed. Now he was out of sight, you slowly walked down the street in the direction of the train station, wondering just how on earth you were going to find Evie this time of evening.

Stopping in your tracks when you heard alot of commotion from the other side of the street, your eyes narrowed when you saw four blighters circling a young woman dressed in green and yellow. Picking up your pace so you got close enough for them to hear you, the corner of your mouth twitched when you saw who it was.

“Oi! John, piss off and leave her alone!”

You just managed to suppress your laughter when the big blighter turned to face you, noticing quickly that he had a black eye and several lumps and bruises all over him.

“For you my dear, anything. You still owe me for that beatin’ I took helping you out though.”

Pulling a face and shooing him away when he waved at you and began walking off with his colleagues in the opposite direction, your brow furrowed in confusion when you saw the girl was now scowling at you.

“Erm, you okay? Bloody cowards, four of them ganging up on you like that.”

“I don’t need your help. Least of all from some blighters fancy bit.” She spat at you whist brushing herself off and pulling her waistcoat straight.

“Hmph. You’re welcome. And I’m not some blighters ‘fancy bit’ thank you very much.”

“Coulda fooled me. Great, now I’m late meetin Miss Evie.”

Your eyes widened and you started following her as she began walking away, much to her obvious annoyance.

“Wait, I need to talk to Evie, where is she? I’m (name) by the way.”

Nearly crashing into the back of the girl when she suddenly stopped and turned to face you in astonishment, you smiled brightly in hopes that she would let her guard down and tell you where her boss was.

“Mary. You know Miss Evie? How?”

“Nice to meet you Mary. I’ve been helping her for a while now, hopefully that proves I’m not a blighter, I wouldn’t be standing here if I were.”

Letting out a sigh of relief when her face softened slightly, you carried on walking beside her when she gestured for you to follow, hoping that you weren’t walking into some kind of ambush.

“Good point. Miss Evie’s definitely not someone you should mess with! She’s this way, scouting out a gang hideout.”

“Thanks. So you’re a Rook? What made you join them?”

Grinning when she walked taller as you said this, the slight nerves you had about following her drifted away as she began gushing about being part of the gang.

“I worked in a factory near here, boss treated us something terrible, and used kids to work the machinery. Miss Evie set us all free, so doing all I can to repay the favour. Then of course, there’s her brother.”

Your ears pricked up and you looked at her out of the corner of your eye, smirking when you knew what was coming next, given the expression on her face.

“Jacob? What about him?”

“Are you kidding?! Have you actually seen him? Apart from being rediculously attractive, and strong, charming, and the way he fights…. Oh the things I could do to that man.”

Dropping back slightly so she couldn’t see the smug look on your face, a pang of wickedness erupted inside you, and you decided to continue with the conversation.

“Well, I suppose he’s okay, I guess. Does he know how you feel?”

“Okay? Just okay? Are you blind or something?! I have tried, but he’s not done anything, yet. Just a matter of time. He’s got alot on his mind at the moment.”

Stopping when you got to the outskirts of the Southwark gang hideout, you spied the familiar black smoke from the Fryes train, and figured it would be best to wait for Evie there, rather than interrupted her while she was scouting.

“Hmmm, I see. Well thanks for your help Mary, I’ll find Evie on my own from here. Nice to meet you.”

You quickly ran off in the direction of the tracks grinning to yourself, but also trying to ignore the sudden twinge of guilt that pulled in your chest for not saying anything as you left the Rook staring at you, with a rather dumbfounded look on her face.