#Jaye Cane

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Rebellion, possible patricide and treason even 🌌

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Crew of the USS Starburst!

Introducing my original characters! Feel free to ask them questions!

Soliel Romero - They/Them- Second Officer and seated at Navigation/Ops - Half vulcan half human, they were raised on Earth, which means they are more emotional and humorous. Trying to embrace their vulcan heritage more with the help of Varek.

Gemi G'oth- She/her- Chief Security Officer- Klingon may look intimidating but cares deeply for her crew. She loves exploring new cultures and enjoying a drink of Bloodwine after a successful mission.

Leia Vai -She/her- Counsellor- Betazoid, Patient and honest but strict if she needs to be. Being on a ship with more Vulcans has made her excellent at reading them.

Captain Varek - He/him- Vulcan, He's charismatic and compassionate. Growing up on Vulcan was difficult for him as he didn't not conform to society's expectations of being logical and cold. Varek is a mentor to Soliel

R'Asha (below Varek) -He/him - He is a runaway Romulan trying to find his place in the world. He's found by the USS Starburst after leaving in an old shuttlecraft.

Jia Yang-She/her - First Officer - Daring but smart, sometimes she can do before she thinks. Kei often reprimands her when she gets injured.

Kei Yang - She/They - She's sick of everyone but secretly loves em all. Doesn't get paid enough to deal with the weekly shenanigans.

Jaye Muro-He/him- Chief Engineer - A little grumpy but gets the job done. He's excellent at his work and does appreciate his crew. Jaye uses a cane to assist his everyday mobility.

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on another story gone from their world

Jaye woke up with a start. A dream? Or something more... She pushed herself up out of her bed. After waking up from her last "hibernation," Magpie - her world's Magpie - had gone above & beyond in ensuring that she could live comfortably in a new apartment in the Refuge, slowly helping her with a new book collection & even helping her get reconnected with the world (& worlds... she was still coming to grips with that) with a new phone. For months since she'd woken up, she'd been afraid to reach out, afraid that her old friends would either be gone or treat her differently now. But this was something that couldn't be ignored. Cedric & her World Machine had made sure she wouldn't deteriorate further, & yet here she was, having strange, almost prophetic dreams again. The sky had filled with the Sun, yet that Sun had been a dark & foreboding clockface. Lines of an incomplete poem danced in her brain, pieces of a larger puzzle that she wanted, no, NEEDED to solve. The urgency she felt in the dream demanded that. Scrolling through her phone as she was wont to do on waking, a strange pattern began to emerge. Others that had strange dreams of a similar nature, & a central Watcher-like figure. Jaye brushed her chopped hair out of her eyes & reached for her cane. Wheeling herself over to her desk, she opened the old, patched-together laptop, put on her headphones, & began to work. A corkboard behind her desk would serve to collect her discoveries, & her laptop would enable her to reach out to the others. And this time, she HAD to reach out... Soundtrack: the in-game version of Someplace I Know

From Jaye of the Glen: on another story gone from their world From @ask-the-world-machine: always young in heart leaving the nest eagerly until was separated From @tortadecuchufli left all alone and waiting to be free

From @ncsasp by a kind saviour left here by fate

The Watcher in Question: @watchereyes Post link

Will edit if we find more :>

[jaye-of-the-glen]

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Hello! We're finally back!

Some of you may have known me from my days on twitter, things have certainly changed. For starters, we're plural, way more gender, married, & disabled (chronic fatigue yay!!) Since this OC was originally used as an outlet for gender things & a way to do a soft coming out, we thought it might be interesting to use her as an outlet to explore our feelings around the pain & loss from chronic illness (putting your OC though things is a long-standing tradition). Most of that deeper, more mature exploration will be happening on AO3 (link tba). This blog will mostly be small snippets of narration & chatting with other rp accounts here on tumblr.

Ah, but who is Jaye of the Glen? A mousy, white-haired bird-person with a mysterious past, she grew up with a love of books & cats & an unhealthy obsession over Cedric, the only other white-haired denizen of the Glen. Her condition (not that she knew it as such at the time) meant she took long periods of unusual hibernation, usually including strangely prophetic nightmares & (spoilers) slow corruption of her internal code! After her longest rest, she woke up to find the Glen flooded & the world saved, but her condition had deteriorated - she lost the use of her legs & developed severe chronic pain & chronic migraines. After a long series of adventures to be chronicled on AO3, she found a new purpose & a new way to live after reconciling with Cedric & the Author. She lives now in an apartment in the Refuge that is disability-accessible, & uses a wheelchair to help her get around. Eventually, with the help of a clawed-foot cane, she may yet walk again.

Questions may be delivered via Letters from the Glen. An FAQ, tags, & trigger warnings will be posted below.

[ginuwinesqueen]

I Can Be Safe Now

Jesus, you're always on my mind. What a powerful and precise song! We're celebrating Jaye Cane's Birthday Celebration. Thanks for a great tune, King.

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@jayecane

[ruckis--rookie]

Up Now - Jaye Cane

[hanaasbananas]

Love

Chat Noir brings a soundtrack to a fight. Hawkmoth never stood a chance.

AO3

It was over. 

They had lost. 

Slowly, arms trembling with the effort, Ladybug tried to push herself up from the ground once more before giving up and collapsing in a heap once more. Frustrated tears slipped from her eyes, mingling with the blood that stained her cheeks, the saltwater stinging her wounds. 

Through the ringing in her ears, she heard Hawkmoth soliloquizing about his triumph, swinging his stupid cane around and narrowly avoiding her head. Wasn’t it enough that he had won? That he stood over her, undefeated and was about to take away everything that she held dear? Now she had to hear him gloat about it too? 

At least Chat wasn’t around to hear it, she thought humorlessly, and then immediately regretted it. Ladybug hadn’t allowed herself to think about it after it happened, too focused on the fight, pushing herself harder, faster against Hawkmoth, not even allowing the thought that Chat was dead to cross her mind. 

She would win, and she would cast the cure, and he would spring to his feet, making a stupid pun for her to roll her eyes at, and everything would be alright. 

But now…the image of his crumpled body filled her mind, his slack limbs, expression frozen in surprise. Hawkmoth had only laughed as she screamed, darting out of the way of her rage, leading her on a merry chase and now…

…now.

It was over.

She hadn’t been able to save him. Grief and guilt warred inside her, consuming her whole and Ladybug bowed her head, awaiting Hawkmoths final blow. He wouldn’t spare her, she knew. At least…at least she would see Chat again soon.

Ladybug flinched before closing her eyes in resignation as Hawkmoth's hand grasped her face, fingers reaching for her earring. In that moment, her heart was thundering in her chest, the blood rushing in her ears so loudly it was as though she could feel the force of it making the ground beneath her shake. 

“What the–” Hawkmoth loosened his grip on her ear and Ladybug opened her eyes to see him gaping at something behind her.

Something that was getting louder and louder, before a booming voice rang out:

Duniya mein kitni hai nafratein

Phir bhi dilon mein chahate

Mar bhi jaye, pyar wale

Was that a…was that a song? Ladybug could hardly believe what she was hearing. Ignoring the pain it caused, she twisted to look behind her, eyes widening at the sight of…

Of Chat Noir, alive. A disbelieving, almost hysterical laugh escaped from her mouth, relief and joy and love blooming in her chest, filling up her throat and leaving her speechless at the sight.

As she watched, dumbfounded, he set down a loudspeaker before turning to face them. She saw no signs of injury apart from a slight limp as he advanced towards them, his expression grim. The music continued to blare out loudly behind him, and Chat spared her a quick, reassuring glance, but any levity in his eyes disappeared when he properly saw the state that she was in, his mouth tightening into a hard line. 

Squaring his shoulders, Chat stood above her in a silent face off with Hawkmoth, who seemed just as dumbfounded as her. 

Mit bhi jaye, yaar wale

Zinda rehti hain unki mohabbatein

Faster than Ladybug could blink, Chat moved, whizzing his baton around and slamming it into Hawkmoth's stomach. 

“ OOF!”  He bent over double from the force, but before he could recover, Chat hit him, again, and again, and again, until Ladybug realised with incredulity that he was…

He was timing his hits to the beat of the song, raining down his blows as the music echoed loudly in the street around them. 

Finally, Ladybug found her voice. “Have you been practising this?”

“I might have done,” Chat shrugged, shooting a grin at her over his shoulder. “Once or twice.”

“I–”

“That’s okay, you can thank me later.” 

How did he do it, Ladybug wondered. He was alive, and she was so absurdly glad that it almost hurt, but already she wanted to throttle him, to wipe the insufferable smirk from his face, to… kiss him her mind supplied helpfully and she quashed the thought down quickly. Thankfully she could pretend she was simply flushed from fighting as Chat offered his hand and pulled her to her feet a little too hard, sending her crashing into his chest.

Ladybug's cheeks flamed. Pulling back slightly, she avoided his knowing gaze and swallowed roughly. “Um–we should…” she paused, losing her train of thought as the instrumental part of Chat’s song was replaced by a woman’s singing. Shaking her head, she carried on “we should uh, do something about hawkmoth,” gesturing to the man lying unconscious in a heap at their feet. “Before he wakes up, I mean.”

“Of course.” Chat agreed with false seriousness before grinning. “But there’s something more important I have to ask you first.”

“There…there is?” Ladybug’s mouth went dry, her heartbeat fluttering in her chest. Chat looked at her warmly, an emotion she couldn’t– wouldn’t– name filling his eyes and she struggled to squash the hope blooming within. “What is it?”

“Do you want to know what this song is saying?” 

Ladybug blinked. Of all the things he might have said, this had not been what she expected. Disappointment washed over and she struggled to school her expression, blinking rapidly. “What? No!”  

Belatedly, she realised that she was still holding onto his hand, and ripped it from his grasp, turning away. Stupid boy,  she thought angrily, with his stupid questions, and her stupid heart, jumping to stupid conclusions. 

Although she had been curious… “okay fine,” she threw her arms up in exasperation. “What does it mean?”

“It means, ” Chat took a step forward until she could feel his chest against her back. Breath hitching in her throat, Ladybug, struggled to stay still, her whole body thrumming with electricity as he tucked her hair behind her ear. Grabbing her by the hand, he entwined their fingers and spun her around to face him so quickly she almost stumbled.

This close, she could see the way his eyes glittered with mirth and wondered distantly what he saw in her own eyes as he leaned forward. Whatever it was, he didn’t see it for long as her eyes fluttered shut at his proximity. 

“It means,” Chat whispered, his breath ghosting against her skin deliciously, sending a shiver down her back. She could hear the smile in his voice and abruptly, Ladybug knew without a shadow of a doubt that the next words out of his mouth would be important. That they would change her life, in one way or another.

“Their love stays alive.”

Ladybug’s eyes flew open.

Love. 

“Love?” she breathed, hardly daring to raise her voice above a murmur. She must have misheard, must have begun to daydream again because– 

“Love.” Chat echoed her. His mouth ticked up in a smirk. “You heard me.” 

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes." Cupping her face gently, Chat stroked her cheek as she leaned into the touch. Pecking her softly on the lips, he laughed, and the sound sent her heart soaring. “I’ll give you a proper confession, one befitting my Lady later, but first…” he trailed off, looking down pointedly. Following his gaze, Ladybug stifled a gasp at the sight of Hawkmoth, awake now and glaring venomously up at them through his uninjured eye. 

“I think we’d better deal with him first, don’t you?”

[mxchineherald]

His coughing fits were getting worse lately, ever since his collapse in he lab a week or so ago. He cursed his body for its failure. His life was being cut shorter every moment, and it was only a matter of time before he was confined to a wheelchair or worse, bedridden. He dreaded the future possibilities of bodily decay, and feared what would happen if he needed medical attention in the future. It wasn't as if he could simply walk in to his doctor's office and casually explain his hand or leg away. What had he done? What had he done?

He felt a pulling from the Hexcore, a familiar sense of curious tugging at his psyche, asking him to come closer. It didn't feel like Sky. It felt like the presence that had been there when he first touched the Hexcore. But then it slunk away like a shooed cat, back into the shadows. The pulling stopped, and he released he unconscious tension from his shoulders.

Her surprise at the meeting wasn't unfounded. There had been no hopes of independence for the Undercity ever since it had been established, no matter how much resistance and distrust Piltover faced for it. Vitkor, himself, had been shocked when Jaye explained his proposal. Giving Silco everything he wanted in exchange for Jinx? It hardly seemed fair, but perhaps it was truly the only option to avoid war, at this point. If that was the case, Vitkor would do everything he could.

Her next request, however, struck him like a lightning bolt. "What? No!" He stifled another cough, wiping his hands clean with his already bloodied handkerchief. "It's too dangerous, Sky. I-If they find you, they might want to destroy you!" As much as Piltover loved Hextech, they were still fearful of untamed or unproven magic. All creations had to serve a purpose, and any free-flowing magic was viewed as potentially dangerous. He could face exile for what he had already done. No, that was a certainty, if they discovered his work.

He thought about it longer, however, and something stood out to him. If he left the lab unattended, a guard or staff member might enter the lab and discover her out in the open. The last thing he wanted was for her to be stolen and locked away while he was gone. He bit his lip hard, weighing his options. "... Okay, okay," he relented with a nod of his head, combing his hair with his fingers.

He looked around the room for a proper container for her. There were plenty of sample canisters that could possibly fit the Hexcore, but they would be conspicuous to enter the council room with. Something more simple would suffice. He limped to his satchel bag, one he traveled to and from work with every day. Turning it upside down, he spilled out its contents: pens, pencils, arcane measurement tools, a notebook, a sketchbook, and Jayce's old journal. He left them in a disordered pile on the counter, turning back to Sky. "No one can see you. It has to be secret," he explained as he approached, leaning hard on his cane with each step.

Sky had been somewhat trying to sort out all the thoughts and feelings in her head, to at least figure out which were hers and which were Viktor when she felt some of them dim and grow distant. It had her feeling cold and empty so on instinct she reached out, trying to close the distance once more.

Even if it was embarrassing and a bit uncomfortable she still wanted him there. But what if he didn't want her? It shouldn't surprise her, he had always politely turned down her attempts to get closer to him after all. So despite everything telling her to close the distance between them, she drew back to try to maintain the distance he had initially created.

"Viktor, are you alright?" Sky asked when she noticed him tensing up and seeming to be in pain. She couldn't ignore the timing of his reaction, it was too close to when she felt her energy change due to anger. Could it be that her anger hurt him? Hurting him was the last thing she ever wanted to do. She would have to get better at controlling her emotions and energy, for his sake. For now she tried to send out soothing energy to him to try to undo any damage she had done.

"Thank you Viktor, for wanting to help. But we should focus on you first. I don't know your exact prognosis so I wasn't sure what would work best but if we can identify which pollutants are causing your condition then I should be able to formulate an herbal remedy that will help you." She insisted although truthfully getting to work with on him with anything was a dream come true.

She felt her love for him grow against. She had always loved how passionate and determined he was to help others, even at the cost to himself. But this time she wanted to help him first. If they could find the right herbal remedies to help him then they could do the same for others. She didn't want to think of him as a test subject but a practical part of her realized that in a way he was and success with him could be what opened the door for bigger changes to improve lives int he Lanes.

"You should rest Viktor. Have you slept at all since that night?" She asked worriedly when he stood up and made sure to move her energy to support him as best she could. Her worry only increased when he started coughing like that.

She felt something in the HexCore react to his blood, almost hungering for it but she swiftly squashed that feeling. She would not let it take anything more from him. There was a flicker of resistance before the HexCore yielded to her will. After that brief fight she felt more in control than she had before. She wasn't sure what that meant yet but it was certainly significant.

"The Council is thinking of giving the Undercity independence?" Sky asked in surprise although she also had a bad feeling about it for some reason. "Take me with you. Hide the HexCore in your pocket or in a bag. I just.... I have a bad feeling about this."

[dailytomlinson]

31.10

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(Jaye Cane)

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“ A black, adjustable metal cane with a spongy hand grip leans against a wall.  Partway down the length of the cane, just after it straightens out, is a small sticker from Girls Rock Regina of a white hand with black nailpolish in a sort of claw pose. Next to the cane lie two black knee braces, not fancy, but the highest quality and support available at somewhere like Shoppers.” -Jaye Kovach

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Intro time!

Hello!!! We're the Corvijay system. There are 4 of us:

Bird or Blue: Runs the blog. Most of the time :> Likes to cook, write, & nerd out about shit. Most of the fandom content is from Blue. A bluejay at heart. They/them.

Corvin: A big fan of ravens. Likes anything he can do with his hands, & is hoping to learn some textile arts like sewing & yarn-spinning. Some of the hobby-related posts will come from Corvin, as well as the ttrpg & botany stuff. He/him.

Lily or Luci: Lover of punk & fashion, most of the hornyposting & goth/punkposting is hers, along with a good chunk of the cripplepunk & queer posts. An aspiring artist & diy-er. She/they/bitch.

Emi: While not present much on the blog, this songbird is the heart of our system. Her hobbies include singing & dancing :> She/her.

Some facts about us in general: we're married to @asoulonfire1. We have chronic fatigue, which means we can't do as much as everyone else, & get around the house in a cane & wheelchair. We're trans & basically bi, & had a very short-lived career as an nsfw streamer (due to aforementioned disability getting worse). Emi & Blue also run an SFW roleplay sideblog called @jaye-of-the-glen! The character is an OC from the game Oneshot (blog is inactive at the mo)

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Soulmate au: Jacob Frye 3/3

Soulmate au Chibi clone: basically when you've cross paths with with your soulmate a small chibi of them appears to you, it's about the size of a guinea pig and won't leave your side the longer you're in denial of your feelings or until you've met your soulmate again, after which they disappear. 

Jacob was so fricken ecstatic! they'd done it! they'd killed Starrick! he was over the bloody moon! this meant he didn't have to hide or stay away from Y/n! he could finally meet her! not that he wasn't happy getting to know her through her fairy, It just wasn't the same! He explained it to his sister and Henry it was like writing a letter you get to know each other just little more each time you receive one, but you don't truly know that person until after you've met, if that makes sense? 

He was brought out of his thoughts by something wet hitting his hand, water? was it raining? Jacob looked up at the sky curiously it was clear and blue for once...Then why was there water? more wet drops kept dripping onto his hand the ground confusing the assassin even farther when his sister noticed he stopped following her. "Jacob are you alright?" Evie asked looking at her brother alarmed.

"I'm fine why?" He asked bemused as his sister looked more worried. "Jacob your crying!" She said shocked that he hadn't noticed Jacob blinked seemingly not believing her, he brought his hand up and wiped his face with his coat sleeve, His sister was right he was crying...Why? why was he crying?! he kept trying to dry his eyes. but the tears wouldn't stop! a torrent of emotion sudden wash over him Jacob's chest felt so tight he couldn't breathe! It was scaring him! Evie was telling him to calm down!

Henry caught up to them looking just as worried for the male twin as his older sister, Then a chilling thought suddenly occurred to the Indian assassin. "We need to check on his soulmate's Fairy, right now!" He said alarmed confusing the twins as Henry explained that in his country they were more knowledgeable about soulmates and understand Fairies to a larger degree, they are an extension of one's soul you feel what they feel and vice versa, meaning something horrible has happened to have cause such a reaction from Jacob!

Jacob stomach suddenly it was full of ice. "Something like what?" he croaked Henry didn't answer him, he just looked ahead forlornly causing the hazel eyed assassin's heart to twist in despair, something happened to Y/n and he wasn't there to save her... Then they got the hideout the three assassin's were alarmed by a few of the Rook's from Whitechapel being treated for burns and cuts.

 Evie started asking what happened the said a Glass smith exploded three people were dead and several were injured, then Bob called Jacob to come to his car, his fae something was wrong with her! Jacob wasted no time going to his room and felt sick at the sight that greeted him. 

Y/n sitting in his cap not moving... her chest was covered in bandages her right arm was missing...and the left side of her face was bandaged and her visible eye was empty as it stared out the window. "Y/n?" he croaked she didn't respond just kept staring, Jacob sat down on his bed. "Y/n, can you hear me?" he asked again more firmly as a small a tear fell from his cheek hitting her hand.

she briefly glanced at her hand then despondently looked back out the window. "She's telling you where she is right now." Henry's voice cut in causing Jacob looked at him wildly, the Indian assassin explained that the fae naturally know where their true selves are... and Y/n was telling him to find her before slipping into unconsciousness, and Jacob intended to ...But first he needed to stop somewhere.

A few hours later..

Jacob's destination was Whitechapel; it wasn't hard to find which street Y/n lived on, what with the Glass-smith building being blown halfway to hell, and fenced off by police barricade was hard to miss! Jacob made a mental note to thank Freddy for calling the Bobby off for a couple hours, as he and the rooks exited their carriage, the hazel eyed assassin's held Y/n's fae close when he saw the, he told his rooks to spread out and keep a look out as he focused on a trail of phantom foot prints.

he followed them a short ways to this dingy building that were obviously workers lodgings, Entering through the back entrance the assassin silently made his way upstairs when he heard someone yelling up ahead, Jacob hid out of sight and watched as an old man held a Blighter at cane point while two more were knocked out  at his feet the man's lips were curled into a snarl as the blighter was terrified and on his knees.

"I told you before, He said his sister made him do it!" 

"I didn't ask you why he did it, I asked where he is..."

"I don't know! him and his sister took off, we haven't seen them since!"

"Wrong answer."

The Blighter begged him to wait, But the old man slammed his cane into the younger man stomach causing him to double over before bringing the cane done on the Blighter's head knocking him out cold, The old man cussed them out in Irish then glanced behind him and sighed.

 "I may be old but my senses are still sharp as ever... Get out here lad." He said gruffly as Jacob came out of hiding with Y/n's fae cradled in his left arm, his right had was up showing he meant no harm causing the old man to roll his eyes.

"Put yer arm down boy! I know You wouldn't harm one of your own." he huffed as pulling his sleeve down showed the assassin the symbol of the creed tattooed to his arm, he pulled it back down as he gave the younger assassin a once over and snorted. "This is what passes for an Assassin these days?" he then noticed what Jacob was holding and winced.

"Take it you've come for the wee one, eh?. " The younger assassin just nodded and old man led him to the door at the end of the hall it was lock no surprise the old had the key, but the door still wouldn't opened. "Damn bolts jammed again, step back boy..." He growled bring his leg up and kicking the door full force it swung open! 

Stunning Jacob as the old man let out a wheezy breath then handed Jacob the key. "Lock it up when you've gone." He walked off leaving Jacob wondering just who the older assassin was and why hadn't they known he was here?

He looked down a Mini-Y/n who was still sleeping before stepping inside the actual Y/n's flat there Jacob was greet by a small scale disaster! the bed and pillows were shredded and books pulled from the shelf had their pages torn and he could see scratch marks on the door and walls, meaning his fae double had tried to get to Y/n, but couldn't escape the room.

Jacob felt himself crying again, soon his ears picked up on tiny whimpers he looked around the small space and saw a shoe box on the bed flipped over, Jacob cautiously lifted it to see... well, a tiny him curled into a ball crying his eyes out, M.J. hazel's eyes looked up to see the real Jacob gawking at him before either knew how to process this; the fae had gotten up and hugged his larger half if he was apologizing for not be able to to do anything!

Jacob frowned and calmly gathered his smaller half up, letting him see Y/n's fae he watched his doubles eyes go wide and the sight of his soulmates condition and cautiously brought a tiny hand to her cheek he cooed and look up at his double sadly. "You and me both..." Jacob muttered before standing and leaving Y/n's flat. 

It was a another few days before Y/n's fae finally woke up. 

Jacob had a vague idea where Y/n was, no doubt his sister had already informed miss Nightingale of the situation and had the injured y/nat woman transferred into her care. 

During their carriage ride Mini-Y/n was more alert the closer they got to the hospital, much to the Jacob's relief she seemed confused at where she was before noticing the male fae holding her good hand, A small smile tugged on Jacob's seeing her fluster at his tiny double, the two seemed to be in their own little world. 

The brown haired assassin could only hope the for the same, when he meets Y/n... Hopefully she doesn't try push him away because of her injuries. No, if she try to distance herself Jacob will just keep following until she understands that he doesn't care just so long as she's with him, He'll help her through this if she'll let him.

Jacob was so engrossed watching the two fairies get acquainted he hadn't noticed they were already at the hospital, Florence led him down the hall where he heard a commotion! the nurse grumbled "that girl I swear..." she and the assassin rushed in to see. 

A very delirious Y/n fighting Evie who was trying to put her back to bed, The y/ht woman was bubbling incoherently about needing to go home "I promised him..." She whimpered to the female Frye who looked at her empathetically, as Miss Nightingale snapped at her. 

"Miss L/n, I will not tell you again! Get back in that bed and stay there, or I will have you strap you to it!" Y/'s good eye landed on the nurse then drifted over to the top hat wearing man next to her who was gawking at her, She stared back then looked down at what he was cradling it was M.J. and a tiny her... 

"w-What..." She stammered looking at the man then back at the fairies still too out of it to understand what was happening right now, Jacob stood up a bit straighter and tried to look confident as took his hat off and introduced himself. 

 "Hello... Um, Y/n I'm Frcob Jaye...." His cue an awkward silence as his face turned red when he realized what he had just said! "I-I mean J-Jacob! Jacob Frye" The y/ht woman hummed at him bemused while his sister gave him a 'what the hell?' look watching him blush and hearing him stutter over his words, very out of character for her cocky brother!

She then noticed how he kept silently glancing as her and kind of nodding his head towards the door, like he was trying to say something without... Oh. Evie realized her brother wanted her to leave and handle this himself, considering Y/n seemed more docile in his immediate presence, the female twin gladly complied! Evie had grabbed miss Nightingale saying something about checking on some of the Rooks and the soulmates were left alone.

Jacob's ears carefully listened to their fading footsteps and was satisfied, the last thing he wanted was his sister seeing him get all sappy! He then carefully examined Y/n... still very but seemed to be coming around, His jaw tightened God! her injuries looked worse in person, if Jacob ever finds the ones responsible for this? well let's just say he can make things look like an accident...

He swallowed those thoughts and turned his attention at the y/ht woman who's knees buckled under as the adrenaline pumping through her system were off, Jacob caught her by the waist and held her up as he walked her to the bed. "Lay down love before you hurt yourself farther." He said calmly setting her down then set the two fairies down on the end table next to the bed, which he noted they looked very happy!, but... Something was off, it almost looked like they were fading away?

"Jacob?" Y/n croaked unsure the hazel eyed assassin and his fae counterpart looked at her along with her fae, her uninjured eye gave him a once over then scrutinized her fae then looked almost disappointed. "What? Am I that bad looking?" Jacob joked trying to lighten the mood he saw her lips twitch and a spark of mirth in her eye, so his humor wasn't in vain.

"No! It... Just I wanted to meet, but I look like this and..." the hazel eyed assassin frowned any priss or vain person would of walked the second they laid eyes on the the y/nat woman's injuries... Not Jacob he was too bullheaded to give up! especially on how much he wants something, and right now? he wants Y/n.

Jacob used brought his hand under her chin and had made her look at him. "Hey, look at at those two.." he nods a their fairies who were cuddling and chattering to each other. "Little me obviously doesn't care how you look, So obviously I don't care... Your the most gorgeous girl in my eyes." He cooed running his thumb along her cheek Y/n blushed not used to hearing that sort of thing, well at least from a man anyways...

Jacob could see he was getting through to her the two just sort of lost themselves in their own little world like they've known each other for years! they were even oblivious to their fairies disappearing until the sound of something dropping on the ground caused the soulmates to jump, Jacob looked over to see what it was and smirked.

 "What is it?" Y/n asked trying to looked over his shoulder the hazel eyed assassin showed her a necklace with a two wooden bead and the black Rook bead she made at the. "A parting gift from our fairies." Jacob commented that he was wondering what little Y/n wanted with that dark green twine and the two wooden beads she took out of his trinket box  and few weeks ago...

 "Maybe she was picking up on my thoughts? M.J. loved that bead..." She said eyeing the necklace M.J. must've finished it for her fae while she was passed out. without a word Jacob removed the coin around his neck and replaced it with the necklace Fairies made, then gave his coin to Y/n he smirked watch it rest just above the valley of her breasts. "It Looks good on you..." Y/n blushed before realizing his eyes were focus on her chest causing Y/n to playfully punched his arm, The two pretty talked and joked until Miss Nightingale kicked Jacob out. 

As they were heading back to the hideout Evie noticed her brother's accessory change. "That's nice where'd you get it?" she hummed eyes narrowed suspiciously, Jacob's ears turned pink. "From Y/n." He coughed his sister ooh'd and started teasing him while Jacob fired back at her about Henry the was awkward between the twins before bursting out laughing returning to the train.

a three weeks later Y/n was released from the hospital luckily she didn't hurt her eye like everyone thought, it was just a deep gash on her forehead. The y/nat will have a scar there for the rest of her life, her four of ribs were broken from blow out of the building and was shown how to sleep and to hold a pillow or something to her chest when she had to cough, and she will likely have episodes of tinnitus from being in close proximity from the blast. Is what miss Nightingale said when she was being discharged 

Then came a pressing matter Y/n didn't have any clothes with her, so Evie got her her this beige skirt and white button up shirt and wore one of Jacob's flat caps and one of his spare jackets was draped over her shoulders, Y/n couldn't go back to work now it would be hard working a forge with one arm and her prosthetic arm was made of wood! That and everyone sort of knew she was woman now.

So she decided to move back into her mother's house, She inherited it and still owned it, but no one was living there until now... Occasionally she would make wellness checks, make sure the doors and windows were secure, the gutters were clear the roof had no leaks, etc.  that’s why the Y/hc woman was in a hurry to get to work the day Jacob saved her from being road kill.

She fell asleep cleaning and was running half way across London! Jacob was talking about moving in with her... when they decided to stop at a cafe for lunch and to take a break, Jacob went inside to place their orders while Y/n sat quietly watching the crowds go by.

"Y-Ym/n?" a small voice called Y/n felt a chill go down her spine she knew that voice... "Emily." she hissed as the blond woman and a large man slowly approached the table making the y/hc woman's nerves skyrocket. "You're alrigh-" Before she could finished that sentence Y/n sprung up from her seat marched over the blond and slapped her across the face as hard as she could. the y/ht woman snapped loud enough for people to stop and stare. 

"Do I fucking look alright you bitch?!" the former sales woman flinched at the venomous tone. "You ruined my life and killed three innocent people over a goddamn crush! I hope it was worth it!" The y/nat snarled Emily could only stare at Y/n in shock as her brother made a move like he was going to lunge at Y/n only for a black blur to suddenly rush in and knock him on his ass.

Y/n didn't even register she was in Jacob's arms before she felt him growl against her back. "So, I finally get to meet the ones who did this to Y/n? Gotta say I impressed you show yourselves in public after what you done..." Jacob said a low voice he was pissed. 

Y/n felt a shiver go down her back and so did Emily and her brother who then noticed the y/ec woman was wearing a skirt his eyes widened. "A woman? You said it was a man who used you!" Y/n's nose scrunched up at the audacity of this woman. "Used? I never gave her the bloody time of day?!" the y/ht woman huffed. 

Emily face blanched while stammering there was no way her handsome YM/n was a woman! all while her brother looked even more confused. "Don't you get it ya thick headed sod? Your sister played you like fiddle!?" Jacob barked at the man's slow reaction. 

"So... you made me hurt all those people for nothing?" He said finally getting that his been manipulating him, Emily started panicking as her brother started piecing together all of his sister's false claims, while Jacob started noticed the police slowly approaching, one had a poster of Emily and her brother she noticed them too and tried to get her brother up so they could leave! but he recoiled from her reach and started demanding what else she's lied about?

Jacob took this as a cue to leave and practically carried into the cafe where they watched the whole arrest go down Emily was hysterically crying as she was put in the police carriage while screaming for her brother who refused to even look at her. "Those bobbies are probably gonna come in here for your statement." Jacob's voice snapped Y/n out of her trance she looked at him as he kept his eyes on the street.

"I'm going to have stay out of sight when they do, are you alright that?" he asked locking his sights on her the y/nat nodded reluctantly but sure she could handle it, he noticed her hand was shaking Jacob gently covered it with his used his thumb to rub small circles around her knuckles, before seeing the police walking up to the cafe he gave her quick peck on the cheek before getting up and disappeared somewhere in the sea of costumers.

Y/n could still feel his eyes on her so, she knew Jacob wasn't to far... Once she said who she was the police finally understood why she lashed out at Emily and her brother they questioned where gentleman who was seen with the Y/nat woman went? 

She made up a story of him making sure she out of harms way and then wandered off with his friends, luckily the cops bought that story and her terrified survivor act. They told Y/n to take care of herself until the trial and go home get some rest. Jacob listened to the cops talk.

Bobby 1: "Poor thing must be beside herself."

Bobby 2: "Wouldn't you? Coming face to face with the lunatics who tried to murder you."

Bobby 1:"Y'know she wasn't half bad lookin' Kind of reminds me of that actress M/n!"

Bobby 2:"Eh, don't get any ideas yer wife will have your head on pike mate..."     

Jacob resisted to urge to smack to smack the first cop upside the head before going to rejoining Y/n who relaxed when he finally sat back down across from her just as their food had arrived the two went to their earlier discussion about Jacob moving in with her, Y/n agreed but they're going to need help sorting and cleaning up her mother memorabilia, Jacob brows furrowed bemused "memorabilia?"

[cut to Y/n’s living room]

Jacob was very horrified at the girly screams that came Freddie and Henry and two of the Rooks when they set foot in Y/n's house and realized who her mom was, "Good lord! It's M/n!! This M/n's house!" The inspector said with glee almost jumping the Frye twins just stared at them blankly. 

"Are we supposed to know who that is?" Evie asked bemused at her fiancee's excitability who just gawked at her appalled. "You don't know who M/n was? She was one of the top actresses in London!" the Indian assassin exclaimed as Freddie butted in.

"And one hell of a singer! The Queen invited her in person to sing at her birthday!" Both Henry and Freddie were both confused when they looked at Y/n "I never about her having a daughter though..." Y/n sighed bitterly.

"Yes, well the glitter of show business didn't exactly give her time to raise or acknowledge a daughter." she explained curtly obviously not wanting to unload that sort of baggage at the moment. The five of them got to work packing up and clearing out her mother's old room Y/n let Henry and Freddie take a couple posters of her mother's plays. 

while Jacob stopped cleaning when he found M/n journal and frowned as he read through it. It essentially told him what Y/n already knew; her mother loved her daughter, but she just couldn't stand the sight of her, She looked way too much like the father who abandoned them... 

So she would take every act and party out there to avoid coming home, eventually the guilt started manifesting into anger she would often yell or verbally abuse Y/n to the point of causing her daughter to become timid and dispassionate, a far cry the Y/n he's come to love.

When M/n started getting sick she hoped her daughter would be happier with her gone, and that she was sorry for every burden she put on the girl's shoulders it wasn't fair and that she hopes Y/n will forgive her... 

"And I did forgive her." Jacob jumped when Y/n's voice cut in He looked at her wide eyed, as she sighed tiredly "But it still hurts that I had to learn about this in a goddamn book, instead of from my mother." The hazel was surprised when Y/n brought her hand to his face and used her thumb the wipe the tears he hadn't noticed were falling down his face.

He cleared his throat and took a breath. "Wh-what do you want to do with this?" he asked handing Y/n the journal she scrutinized it for a few moments then without a word tossed it in the fire. "Does that answer your question?" Jacob gave her this stunned look and the y/ht woman shrugged "She wanted me destroy it after I read it, just never got around to it" the hazel eyed assassin brows furrowed bemused. 

"The last thing she wanted was that journal getting into the hands of the press, It'd make quite the scandal! her reputation would be tatters and I'd be eaten alive!" Y/n stated knowing exactly what the society does to single mothers and their "bastard" children both of them would've ostracized! And her mother would've never been able to act again!..well in London anyways.

They'd finally finished cleaning out M/n's room at around seven everything was either in the attic or set for donation in the morning. "Boy I feel bad you all did most of the work I could do was carry couple baskets and a small rug!" she mumbled while hugging a pillow to her chest her ribs were acting up from bending down after she dropped the rug she was carrying. 

" We're not the one's who are injured here." Evie quipped from the kitchen she and Henry were cooking, Freddie was checking his pocket watch to make sure the time was accurate, and the Rooks played cards at his feet while Jacob sat next to Y/n with his arm around her shoulder, He rather like this whole situation surrounded by family and friends next to the girl he loves.  

It felt like the puzzle in his life finally found the missing piece! Well almost he wouldn't mind a few little Frye's running around...But let's not rush that shall we? He and Y/n still had a long way to go and things to discover.

~END~ 

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