#jacob frye x gender neutral reader

[lunavadash-creates]

How would Jacob realize that he’s in love with Reader?

Hello Nonnie! Thank you for your patience I finally have time to go back to writing! Here are some hc for you, I hope you'll like them! I had so much fun writing them!

Jacob:

It’d actually be pretty cute!

He saw you hanging out with one of his Rooks - maybe it’s your brother, maybe it’s your cousin or a friend. Immediately he found you attractive and just in his type

He decided to learn about who you are. It’s nothing suspicious, after all, he is the leader, he needs to know all the unfamiliar faces that appear in his gang, right?

He accepted the explanation of who you are and let you hang out around as long as you wouldn’t get involved or cause trouble neither for him nor his Rooks

You, of course, accepted the deal, promising to behave

Soon Jacob realised that while hanging out with his Rooks he was looking for you in the crowd

If you weren’t there, he would let out a sigh and carry on with his evening

But if you WERE there?

Oh lord

He would buy you a drink

Invite you to his table

Ask you casual questions about why are you hanging out here, what do you think about his gang etc

HE WOULD TRY TO IMPRESS YOU SO HARD

He would literally bet with anyone about anything as long as it makes you look at him

Shooting while drunk? Check. Stealing a carriage? Check. Drunk Parkour? Check.

If he saw you outside of a pub he would still try to impress you. Be loud only to catch your attention, he would even go as far as doing some risky shit

Also, he would try to make you smile and if he learnt you are in a tough situation (lack of money, lack of place to stay, health issues, terrible job, a bully taking you as his/her target) he would do anything to help you. That would include buying expensive medicines for you, finding you a place to stay, finding you a job, even giving you a proposition to work for him. And if there is a person treating you badly he would visit them personally. After that, no one would bully you again

But! Despite doing everything above for you, he wouldn’t realise he was in love. Love in his life is something almost non-existential. Not because he doesn’t know how to love, but because no one really loved him in his life. His father was a dick, who wanted to train him. Evie and he always compete against each other and fight. There are times when they work together, talk or help each other, but you don’t see them hanging out or having fun together. They were raised together, they know each other's abilities so it’s safe for them to work together.

But love? Literally, the only person that actually loved Jacob with a capital L was his grandmother that raised Evie and him for the first few years of their lives. After Ethan appeared and took them back, all the love became just a distant memory

So he needed someone to make him realise he’s in love. Maybe it was a Rook, jokingly saying that the Boss is in love. Maybe it’s Ms Nightingale saying that she knows the look of a person in love. Maybe it’s Evie being angry that Jacob “wastes” resources only because he has a crush. Whoever was the one to enlighten him, he decided that he wants to carry this on

Confessing would be hard but he does his best. And one day he appears at your place. Maybe he has flowers, maybe a beer or a wine, maybe some sweets. He would take you somewhere, to show you London from the highest rooftop. And then he would confess that he cares for you.

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

A Morning Mess (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Pairing: Jacob Frye x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut

Word Count: 3,680

Warnings: NSFW, Smut

(This was a request from the-house-of-auditore-frye, who had wanted some fluff and/or smut with our darling Jacob Frye. This is me coming back after what feels like an eternity of not writing anything for AC, so I do hope this is along the lines of what you’re looking for, and that you, and anyone else who reads it, enjoy the fic!)

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When you first became conscious of the dim, early morning light behind your eyelids - just enough to encourage you to open your eyes, without forcing itself on you - the very first thought that slowly trickled through your groggy mind was that you weren't hearing the usual sounds of carriages on the cobblestones and shouting from the green grocers as they opened up their street stalls for the morning rush.

Instead, you only heard steady rain.

Curious, you blinked open your eyes, and found yourself blankly staring at unfamiliar surroundings.

The room was small and shabby. A table compiled by a hodgepodge of different kinds of woods sat against one wall, accompanied by a few chairs, and laid out upon it was an empty bottle of wine and a few unwashed dishes. In a corner sat a little black stove, with a dying fire just barely burning within its belly.

Your gaze then slowly shifted to the foot of the bed, as you tried to push your brain to figure out where you were and why. When you eyes finally adjusted fully to the gloomy, gray light of the room, you caught sight of familiar-looking top hat hanging on one of the short, wooden bedposts.

You knew exactly who that headpiece belonged to, and you finally remembered what had happened the evening before.

You were with Jacob Frye.

Finally having some free time, he had taken you out for a night on the town. It had started out rather nicely; he had even gone so far as to take you to one of the more "high end" pubs in one of the nicer parts of London to indulge in a nice, filling meal. At dinner, he had mentioned also wanting to take you on a leisurely walk in the park, before going to one of the music halls to treat you to a show - as he knew how much you loved them.

Unfortunately, his attempted romantic plans had been cut short by the sudden rainstorm that came seemingly out of nowhere, surprising you both, despite being very well aware of London's reputation for soggy weather.

Eventually, it escalated into raining sheets, and given that it had been too much, even for a carriage to maneuver its way through, the two of you took shelter in one of the small safehouses that Jacob had set up as his own in one of the Rooks' territories - a place where he could sleep when he couldn't make it back to the train for some reason.

You then remembered the half-empty bottle of wine you two had shared, before tumbling into bed with one another - both of you eager to get warm and dry after getting caught in that heavy rain.

That rain was still going, even now.

You snuggled more against the warm body of the young man that rested beside you, and closed your eyes once more with a sigh - taking a few minutes to bask in his presence and just listen to the sounds around you.

The raindrops continued to rhythmically pelt the roof, and outside, the sound of someone running through the mud drifted by. You then finally became aware of Jacob's gentle breathing, indicating that he was still in a fairly deep sleep. You blindly nosed at his neck, before pressing a feathery kiss to the underside of his jaw, the newly-grown facial hair prickling your lips, indicating his need to shave later that morning.

He moaned just the tiniest bit at the contact, but didn't wake up. You felt him shift beside you, though, his arm tightening around your waist.

With another sigh of contentment, you opened your eyes back up and rested your lazy gaze upon his chest, noting how the blanket had slipped down a bit in the night, revealing his bare skin - his pink nipples standing up from the cold and making themselves known amongst the dark patch of hair on his chest.

You rested a hand upon it, smiling when you could feel his heart beating.

No, you didn't mind waking up like this, quiet and serene, as opposed to being rudely roused each morning by the shrill sounds of factory whistles and the chaos of London's working class trying to race each other to see who get the most work done or the most items sold before the sun had barely had a chance to fully show its face.

You wondered if there was a way you could wake up every day like this.

You were nearly lulled back to sleep by the symphony of gentle sounds around you, but the calm was soon disturbed by a noisy, hungry gurgling from Jacob's stomach - the organ now awake and demanding some breakfast.

You couldn't help giggling quietly when it happened a few more times - each time louder than the last.

"And what…pray tell…is so funny…?" A low, familiar voice, still husky from sleep, drawled.

You lifted your head from Jacob's shoulder to see he had finally woken up, one eye cracked open to look at you. You simply giggled again and kissed his jaw once more. "Nothing, dear, nothing. I was just about to get up to reawaken the fire in the stove. It's so damp in here."

"It's raining. It's damp everywhere," Jacob pointed out in grumbling tone as he tried to tighten his hold on you. "Stay in bed with me, I'll keep that nasty weather from chilling you."

"In a minute," you insisted with one more kiss to his jawline. "I'll be right back."

He whined in response, but was still too sleepy to put up a fight as you squirmed out of his arms and sat up. Immediately after, he pulled his part of the covers up to his chin and gripped the fabric close to his body, to keep in whatever warmth was left, after you inadvertently let some escape.

Meanwhile, you were combing your fingers through your messy hair, wincing a bit when you hit a particularly dense knot. You wondered for a moment if Jacob had a brush or at least a comb lying around the place, but you quickly dismissed the idea - after all, this was Jacob you were talking about here.

Another shiver jittered through your body as the cool air kissed your bare chest, perking up your nipples and giving your skin goosebumps. Reaching for the first blanket you touched - all of them tossed around, thanks to yours and Jacob's lovemaking session the night before - you quickly threw it over your shoulders, trying to combat the damp atmosphere as much as possible.

You needed to restoke that fire.

Crawling out of bed, you started to pad over towards the crudely-built stove in the corner, but you had barely taken a few steps, when you tripped over one of Jacob's discarded shirts and nearly stumbled.

With a gasp and a soft growl, you kicked the piece of clothing out of the way. You were getting colder by the minute, and wanted nothing more than to get back into bed and warmed up again "God, Jacob! Don't you ever clean up around here?" you grumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Hmm?" A confused grunt responded from the bed, and looking over your shoulder, you saw Jacob had opened up both of his eyes and had rolled onto his side to see what was going on. "What…? Oh. Don't worry, I'll get around to it at some point," he mumbled casually as he closed his eyes once more. "Besides, it's not like I'm running a hotel or something."

His nonchalance about the situation only irked you more. You turned fully around to face him.

"I'm not saying it has to be pristine, but if you're going to throw your clothes on the floor, at least do it in a pile in the corner or something!" you exclaimed softly. "Just so it's out of the way of where people are walking!"

Opening his eyes again, he raised an eyebrow. "May I remind you that those are some of your clothes on the floor?"

You didn't hesitate to glare at him - even if he was right about that detail. The clothes that hadn’t been quickly peeled off and slung over a chair in front of the stove to dry did end up on the floor.

For a moment, you were childishly tempted to not return to that bed - but another shiver down your back reminded you that it was the warmest place in the room, so you quickly relit the stove and dashed back under the covers.

Jacob immediately took you back into his arms.

"Mmm…sorry, love. I'll try and do something about the clothes later, okay?" he murmured into your hair, sounding a bit more awake than before, but clearly not in any hurry to get up to start the day.

"When was the last time you had even slept here?" you asked, your volume soft, but your tone still slightly edgy with annoyance.

He pursed his lips in thought. "That's a good question…last week, maybe? I'm afraid I don't quite remember."

You rolled your eyes, but he simply snuggled against you more.

"Well…" you slowly started up again, "if you stay here so frequently…don't you think you'd want to fix the place up a little, so you're more comfortable?" You had tried to word your concern as a gentle suggestion, so it didn't sound similar to his sister's typically reprimanding remarks - something you had learned Jacob didn't respond to well, if at all.

He gave a pondering hum. "I suppose that's a possibility…and not a bad idea, at that." He then pressed a kiss to the top of your head, smiling against your hair. "Sounds like you have a lot of good ideas about what to do with this place." He chuckled a little, before pausing, as if in thought. When he spoke up again, his voice had taken on a different air. "Hmm…then perhaps you wouldn't mind becoming more…domestic?"

You froze, your heart speeding up at that. Was he implying what you thought he was implying? Sure, you two had been together for a good while, but for some reason, it still felt a bit sudden.

Tilting your up head, you looked at his face, searching for a sign. He smiled back, but there was something odd about it - it appeared almost…puckish.

But that still didn't stop the breathlessness from coating your voice as you squeaked, "you mean-?"

"How'd you like to become my personal maid?" he teased, his eyes dancing and his lips fully twisting into a smirk.

You shoved his shoulder so hard, he fell out of bed. "Jacob Frye, you're awful!" you shrieked with offense as you sat back up. "Immature, incorrigible, and awful!"

"Ow…" he winced as he rubbed his backside. "Oh, come on, love! I was only joking!"

"Obviously!" you sniped back as you stood up once more and began to put one of his shirts on, hoping it was one of the more clean ones. It was just a bit too big for you and contained several faded stains and holes in desperate need of patching, but it was better than running around naked or in still-damp clothes.

Jacob watched you for a minute or two as you fiddled with cuffing the too-long sleeves and buttoning the top of the shirt, shivering as a draft blew through and brushed past your bare legs. Catching that trembling, he immediately lost his jovial mood and got up, ignoring the twinge in his lower back from hitting the hard floor, and instead, focusing on you.

Stepping behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"You're cold, love," he murmured as he nuzzled your neck. "Let me warm you back up, hmm? Come back to bed." He then chuckled. "After all, it's much safer than trying to navigate around the room in the dim light."

Despite still being sore at the slight jab from a few minutes earlier, you couldn't stop one corner of your mouth from lifting up. "Well, you're certainly right about that," you quipped quietly in return. "Well, perhaps if you paid me enough, I could clean up this place for you."

"I don't want you to clean this place up for me," Jacob replied, sounding half-serious. But that tone morphed back into his typical flirty one when he pressed his lips to your ear and added, "besides, I prefer it when you make a mess…like when you made a mess of me last night."

You blushed, the memory rushing back faster than the blood to your cheeks.

He lightly nipped your earlobe. "So, sweet one…shall I return the favor and do what I do best - make a mess out of you?"

You glanced over your shoulder at him, narrowing your eyes just a bit. "I'm supposed to still be angry at you, Jacob Frye."

He widened his eyes just a little in an attempt to look more innocent, but failed horribly by neglecting to remove the smirk that still graced his lips. "You know you can't stay angry at me, love. You like me too much." He then pulled you closer to him, playfully rolling his hips against you with a slight laugh in his voice as he added, "don't you?"

You whined as he caught your lips with his, still pushing his groin against your backside. His hands soon began to wander - brushing, cupping, and teasing every pleasurable spot that he knew of to redden your face more, turn your knees into jelly, and make you weak for him.

So, so weak.

"Come back to bed," he tried again. His tone was much less flirty as he whispered into your neck, but his hot breath still sent lovely tingles down your spine. He then nodded towards the window, before resting his chin on your shoulder. "Look, love, the rain's picked back up again, and your clothes still aren't dry. It'll be a while yet; so, why not spend the next hour doing something enjoyable, huh?" With that, he turned you around and kissed your lips deeply, his hands lovingly squeezing yours. "Come on, love…come…" he then murmured, breaking the kiss and pulling you towards the bed.

You fell into it with him easily. Your previous irritation just about gone.

You didn't know how he could do it, but Jacob Frye could stir up so many emotions with his body, as he could with his words. Sitting back against the wall, he pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his - subsequently rubbing your exposed pleasure point against his - as he resumed kissing you. Your hands cupped his face, brushing your thumbs over his scruffy cheeks, as his hands ducked under your shirt and gripped at both cheeks of your bottom, pushing you more against him with a slow, deep groan.

That sound that was both heavenly and devilish only served to arouse you more, and you surprised him by grinding your hips against his harder.

"Tease…" he whispered, grinning against your lips before giving your bottom one a playful, little nibble.

"Learned from the best…" you murmured back, trailing your fingers up to brush against the shells of his ears, before slipping your hands into his hair. You gently gripped and tugged on it as you pushed your lips back against his.

He moaned again, and it was your turn to smile.

He soon caught you off-guard, though, when he slipped his hands up your back, before moving them around to your front. When you felt his thumbs brush delicately over your increasingly-sensitive nipples, you broke the kiss with a gasp, and he chuckled.

"Like that, love?"

You responded by moving your body even closer to his and grinding your hips against his now clearly-erect cock, the action making both of your sigh with pleasure.

One of his hands dropped back down to grab your bottom as your rhythm increased, while the other one kept teasing at your perked-up nipple. After a few moments though, he growled impatiently.

"Off with the shirt - now."

He paused just long enough to attack the few buttons at the top of the shirt, launching in to kiss and nip at your collarbone as he did. Getting distracted, he then latched onto your neck, leaving sloppy, feverish kisses and an array of bite marks of various sizes and depths - but making sure to go back to nurse every single one of them.

Meanwhile, your arms were thrown around his neck and your own lips were wrapped around his earlobe - knowing that was one of his favorite spots to receive attention - and you giggled with satisfaction when he moaned your name.

He must've heard your laughter, as he then gripped your scalp and gently pulled your head to the side, so he could touch upon one of the most sensitive parts of your neck.

Now it was you who was moaning and sighing his name as you pushed against him a few more times.

After giving your neck one last kiss, he pulled his head back to admire his work.

"Simply delightful," was all he said, his eyes even dark than before and his smirk even more seductive and arrogant.

God, he was irresistible.

You launched in for another kiss, but he stopped you.

"Shirt first. Kiss after."

You pouted for a moment, the adorable look on your face making him chuckle once again, before quickly tugging off the piece of clothing. You shivered once more. "It's still cold…"

"Shh…here, love," he cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. "Like I said: I'll warm you up."

"You better," you tried to snark back, but your voice was so heavy with arousal by this point, it was almost senseless to pretend you weren't affected by his seduction. You kissed him again, but he pinched your backside, making you jump.

"That's for doubting me. Now…" His voice dropped back down low. "…let me remind you how good I am at that, huh?" With that, he leaned in and shared a surprisingly much-sweeter kiss with you.

"Such an ego…" you teased in a murmur between kisses. "But I'll admit you make have a talent for it…"

He laughed softly. "That's possibly the nicest thing you've said to me all morning."

"But enough talking," you replied, rolling your hips against him once more. "I want you."

He grinned widely as his hand fell back down to your hips. "Well, I take back what I said. That is the nicest thing you said to me all morning!"

Both of you sharing a laugh at that, you resumed moving - faster and faster. His lips traveled down your neck towards your chest, before claiming one of your erect nipples. You moaned yet again as you again gripped his hair, pushing his face against you more.

"Jacob…I swear…you have the tongue of the devil…"

Your breath hitched as you felt the vibrations of his mouth against that sensitive spot on your chest as he chuckled again. "Why do you say that, my love? Is it making you want to sin?" After a giving quick lick against your pinkish nub, he pulled away for just a moment and gave you a positively cheeky look. It was a terrible joke, and you both knew it, but neither of you cared.

"Only with you, Jacob Frye. Only with you…" you husked as you pressed your lips to his.

You considered yourself fortunate that Jacob didn't share his lodgings with anyone else in the gang, because the two of you couldn't keep your noises contained as you both raced towards that peak of pleasure. The only sounds competing with the ones of your passionate lovemaking were the pouring rain and rolling thunder as a storm approached.

Perhaps that was another reason for the intense, electric feel in the air.

By now, you were panting against his neck and he was panting into your ear as you both kept furiously grinding against each other until finally, after a few hot words swapped between the two of you, the pressure that had been building up within both of you exploded, nearly at the same time.

At that moment, you bit down on his ear to the point where it was nearly painful, and he gasped against the skin of your shoulder, where he had been nipping you.

As you both rode that delicious orgasm out, names were whined over and over again, hands were gripping different parts of each other's bodies to the point of bruising, and neither of you could stop kissing each other anywhere your lips could reach.

Finally, the fervor had begun to die down, and for the next few minutes, the two of you just held onto each other, with you stroking his damp hair, as he rubbed your back. You could feel the warm juices that both of you had released coating your bellies and thighs, but you didn't care. At that moment, nothing matter more than the fact that the two of you were there together, safe from the storm in Jacob's little haven.

Not much dialogue was exchanged between those heavy breaths, beyond soft declarations of love and short inquiries about how each of your were, but eventually, you had reclaimed enough of your voice to speak up.

"Jacob…?"

"Mmm…yes, sweetheart?" he mumbled against your shoulder, sounding absolutely spent, but obviously in love.

"I think you were right."

"Hmm? About what…?"

You struggled to hold back a giggle as you pressed a kiss to his red earlobe and murmured coyly, "it is much more fun to make a mess."

He laughed, despite his exhaustion, and only held you closer, before falling sideways with you onto the bed, so you two could cuddle more comfortably. After pressing a few kisses to the top of your head, he responded with a triumphant smirk, "I knew you'd eventually see things my way."

[gauntletsandflowers]

Storyboarding in the works.

Contemplating writing a Jacob Frye fan-fiction where he meets a bubbly and eccentric painter who just moved to London.

[kiatheinsomniac]

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Tulip

Jacob Frye x Gender-Neutral!Reader

Warnings - mentions of melancholy, victorian beliefs of love and the right to choose who you marry, like an ounce of angst but also almost all fluff.

Word Count - 1957 words.

Description - Falling for Jacob is a dangerous game when you're in an elevated society. Victorian standards won't have you with a gang fighter, and certainly not your parents, but when he brings you flowers and walks you home, how could you not?

Authors Note - A new Jacob work? Proud. Hope y'all enjoy this one, it was fun to write. I know some of y'all really wanted some more Jacob stuff so I'm happy to provide. Wanted to make the reader as gender neutral as possible so anyone could enjoy and I feel like I accomplished it.

The small part of London you were acquainted with was one that Jacob himself clearly wasn't. It wasn't intentional, him seeing you walk along the stone streets, but once he had it quickly spiraled into something of infatuation. Occasionally, as you browsed the street markets, you'd find the strange man next to you. The first time he did it, your brain cataloged him as odd. Still, as your conversations grew more frequent, they also grew longer. Jacob had remained odd, but something warmer grew too. His blighters found it odd that they kept coming around the area, until one day they found him standing next to you.

It must've been at least the third or fourth time he'd been there, because he was looking at you keenly, making a joke that you couldn't help but laugh at. The blighters still couldn't be sure, so the next time they found themselves there, they made note of the way he preened before making his way next to you.

Your first impression of him had been completely right, you had found him strange, but somewhat endearing. Subconsciously, you found yourself looking for him in strangers' faces on the street, and in the acquaintances of your friends. The more you interacted with him, the more you'd find yourself longing for his presence. On quiet streets long after the sun had set, you wished for his companionship, much preferring his strangeness to whatever dangers lurked in the shadows.

Of course, this was preferred to stay a secret as a kindness to yourself. Selfishly, you didn't want his quirks and cocky attitude to be mistaken by your friends, and you certainly didn't want your parents' opinion of him. A pang of certain guilt lodged itself deep in your stomach at those particular thoughts, especially when he offered you a lopsided grin, eyes twinkling with an emotion you weren't sure where to place.

If you were being honest, sometimes you didn't know if you made this infatuation up in your mind. Besides the quirky smiles and soft looks, you weren't sure if you weren't just another part of his day. The thought stung, only because of how much you looked forward to seeing him. It slowly became the highlight of your weeks, and to think of it meaning anything less to him made your heartache.

The forlorn behavior was becoming more than apparent to your family. Without asking the why of it, they opted instead to send you to the coast for a few weeks with your sister. They hoped that whatever was eating at you would be discussed with her, and repeated to them in her letters home. When it wasn't, the trip was extended a week longer, only adding to the melancholy. Spending time at the sea usually cured you, having gone a couple of times in your childhood. It didn't feel the same now, not when your heart was so deeply involved, and certainly not when you couldn't stop yourself from wondering if he was still going to the market looking for you too.

It wasn't until one of the last nights at your family's home on the coast. Your sister had earnestly tried everything to ease you out, sworn secrecy and promised oaths. Inside the quiet of the home, she sat in the heart of the home, contentedly making neat stitches. Looking at her, you made note that she was the model child. The one that your parents could be proud of, that would marry who they wanted with no hesitation.

As if she could feel your eyes on her, she looked up quickly to confirm before focusing back on the gift she was making for her friend.

"What," she asked, only sounding a little tired considering the week she's had with you. Again, you hesitated, and instead of the usual process of her pressing you for answers, she let the silence fill the room. Grateful, your eyes took her form over, and you wondered what the future held for you. Was it as certain as it was for her? If your parents had anything to say about it, it would be.

You looked out of the large window, the most beautiful 'painting', as your mother referred to it the first time you'd gotten sick, was right there in the living room. Outside, the ocean was distant but still visible and the familiarity of the waves was comforting.

"Do you ever wonder," you paused, body raising from the seated position to look out the window, "who you'll marry?"

Without looking at her, you can tell she's looking at you, though it's not for long. She ponders for a moment, then resumes her embroidery. You take it upon yourself to glance at her, watching as she pulls the needle through the fabric.

She shakes her head, "no," then pauses for only a second, "well, yes. I suppose everyone does when the time comes. I'm sure mother and father will choose someone who's right for me."

You nodded, eyes focused back on the moonlit water, "right."

"Is that what it is," she prodded gently, eyes back on your figure, "has the idea of marriage been thrown about?"

"No," you said quickly, and then again, quieter, "no."

Minutes passed, and her eyes didn't leave you again. You half turned towards her, eyes focused on the wall's intricate designs. Her patience was a virtue you suddenly hated, and the resolve to remain silent about your predicament was fleeting.

"Would it be wrong to assume you wish to be married," she asked, tone gentle, hands now idly in her lap.

You shook your head again, "I don't know what I wish. I think that might be the problem."

That was the last you'd discussed on the subject, thankfully, although your sister knew more about the situation than you would've preferred. She'd kept her promises and oaths though, and your parents knew nothing about the quiet conversation the two of you had that last night at the coast.

By the time you'd gotten home, three weeks had passed. Dread filled your every bone with the thought of returning to the markets, walking the same streets you'd walked with Jacob. You wondered if he'd be mad at you for leaving without a word, or worse, not remembering you at all. The reasonable part of you knew that that wasn't true, but the emotional aspects of you ruled tyrannously.

You'd debated not even going, staying in the comfort of your house and your life. Undeniably, it was the safest option. But these three weeks were hard. You were looking for Jacob everywhere, in everything and everyone. No matter how much easier your life would be living the life your parents wanted, you knew that you'd never be happy. You'd always be looking.

It was much later than you typically went, but you found yourself walking along the cobbled streets of London. Your feet knew the path well, and absentmindedly they took you there. The sun was beginning to set, the alleyways already buried in darkness, and the tops of the buildings kissed by the sun.

"Well, fancy seeing you here," a voice called from behind, in the shadow of one of the buildings. Your heart jumped, the sound so familiar you didn't even need to see to know who it was. "I was wondering where you'd run off to."

His footsteps shuffled behind you until he was almost entirely too close to you. Breath caught in your throat, you tried not to think about the impropriety of it and simply enjoyed the warmth emanating from him. The chance that someone could look down the alley and see the two had anxiety blooming along your spine and butterflies fluttering in your chest.

You looked at him with a ghost of a smile on your face, "I went to the coast, my parents arranged it."

Jacob looked no smugger than he normally did, though his eyes betrayed him with a warmth reserved only for you. Still, his voice betrayed him with an unusual waver of insecurity, "I thought I had scared you off."

"Never," you breathed without hesitation. It had embarrassed you, the immediacy of your answer, but couldn't bring yourself to regret it. Not when his face split into a grin, all smugness gone if only for a moment.

"How relieving then," the smile still there, his lips twitched up in a way that you couldn't stop watching. "Were you headed to the market?"

"Yes," you nod, eyes meeting his and then shake your head, "yes. And no, actually, I was on the way to see you. I was hoping you'd be there."

The pair of you looked at each other again, an unspoken sentiment shared. Jacob looked at you fondly, before quizzically patting his pockets. He shoved his hands in the inside pockets of his coat before pulling out a wilting flower and handing it to you.

"I was hoping the same," he said, winking with a hum of approval.

You took the flower in a hand, and even after careful consideration, you couldn't quite make out what type of flower it was, only that it was red. Still, you couldn't help but feel your heart squeeze at the gesture.

A low laugh came from him, hand scratching the back of his head, "I was hoping you'd be there sooner, though. It's a carnation, my sister, she said-"

"It's lovely," you laughed, cutting him off, still holding it delicately, "thank you."

You wondered if his sister knew the language of flowers, the implications of what a simple red carnation meant. If the hopeful look on his face was any indication, you could assume she did. The carnation was beautiful, but it felt less than compared to the way he looked at you. Your eyes met his fondly, and gently you touched his arm for a moment and then two.

"Come with me, then," you asked, eyes filled with a yearning that you couldn't quite say out loud.

"After you," he said, though offering his arm to you. Without hesitation, you take it and the pair begins the familiar path once more. The chatter from the homes that lined the street was comforting, people winding down as the sun continued its near-complete descent from the sky.

There was only a handful of people there as you browsed, not looking for anything in particular seeing as you'd already found what you needed. You'd found yourself looking at him, eyes focused on the curve of his jaw and the tilt of his nose. Within seconds he returned your gaze, squeezing your arm gently.

"How did you know I would be here," you asked, turning away, cheeks warm at being caught. A cart of flowers caught your eyes, the owner putting some things away due to the lateness and lack of people. You pulled him along, eyes focused on the red tulip dangling precariously.

"Mm, luck," he teased, eyes glinting mischievously. Watching you intently, you made your way over to the cart, making quick work of purchasing it. You shot him a disbelieving look, to which he responded, "Is that so hard to believe?"

"Have you been waiting in that alleyway for three weeks," you teased in return, holding out the red tulip to the man of your affections. He took it and brought it to his nose, sniffing before tucking it in-between his vest buttons.

"No," he shook his head with only slight offense, "I happen to have eyes everywhere."

You eyed him suspiciously, "strange man."

"Absolutely," he grinned at you Cheshire like, "did you miss me?"

You laughed earnestly, eyes meeting his and pulling him along, back on the path heading home once more, "how could I not?"

[outbreak-by-daybreak-archive]

Hello and welcome to I’m sick with a sinus infection and wrote this

I’m also high on decongestants so this isn’t my best tbh but I had fun writing this.

Jacob Frye x Gender neutral reader

Work count: 300 ish I think

Summary: you need up getting sick and well...Jacob finds out

You tossed and turned as you sniffed constantly, your nose had decided it was time to clog up.

Great just great

You grumbled, annoyed at what was happening. You felt something turn to face you.

“Something wrong love?”, Jacob was barely awake, his usual messy hair even more messy, his hazel eyes looking directly at you.

“Something is wrong!”, you huffed, clearly stuffed up, he recognized what was happening.

“Bloody hell already?”, he tried to shimmy closer when you stopped him.

“Not so fast Jacob, I still gotta run some ‘eronds”, he tilted his head confused at you. You tried to get up but instead Jacob just pulled you closer to him, “jacobbb!”, you whined stop him.

“Rest up, I can run the errands today”, he stroked your hair softly.

“But you still have to look after your rooks”, you never did like taking him away from that, they meant a lot to him, “also you’re a baby when you get sick and I don’t want to risk that”

“You let me worry about my rooks and everything, just rest up”, he kissed your neck, “you’re always out running around, making sure we have everything”, you rolled over and looked up at him.

“But you do so much too, you’re the one taking back London and all I do is..go out and get groceries or other things”, he lightly grabbed your chin.

“You’re important love, without you..well I don’t know where I’d be without you”, you felt you’re heart swell slightly, feeling the pride in his words, “also you’ve got a nice ass”, you glared at him and he began to laugh.

“Hmmm I think you deserve my cold for being so crass”, you huffed jokingly giving him a smirk, “form I’ll rest up while you go do what you need to”, he kissed your fore head before getting up. He proceeded to pull the covers over your shoulders giving one last kiss on the cheek. You saw his smile before he walked to get dressed as you sighed snuggling deeper into the covers.

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Jacob Frye x Reader: Surprise Birthday Headcanons

30/07/2020: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @marshmallow--3​!!!

These headcanons are dedicated to you!! You’re so awesome and you deserve to have an amazing birthday!! I really hope you like these!! I want you to have a super awesome day!! 

Obviously, this is a reader insert, so this is also for all of you guys too! It’s gender neutral (whoop) so everyone can feel special on their birthday (because y’all deserve it tbh)!

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Jacob Frye Planning your Surprise Party Would Include:

Happy Birthday, Y/N!

You’d come home from work; another tiring day, as per usual. Your mood was fine; you were just hoping to get home as soon as you could. 

As you unlocked the door, what caught your attention was a massive blanket rolled out on the floor, like a red carpet. One came after another, leading you deeper into your home. 

As you put your keys on the table by the door, your eyes found a note. 

You read, in Jacob’s handwriting:

“Come find me.”

You smiled excitedly and took off your coat and shoes, ready to follow the blanket carpets. 

It led you into your living room, which was pitch black except for long strings of fairy lights decorating one of the biggest pillow forts you’ve ever seen, right in the middle of the floor. 

It was the castle of pillow forts, with multiple blankets adorning the roof and two blanket flaps covering the entrance. 

“Jacob?”

Your response was the opening of one of your favourite songs, coming from inside the fort. 

As you pulled the blanket aside and entered, you were amazed at how big it was on the inside.

Jacob covered the floor in the multiple of the fluffiest blankets you both owned, alongside massive pillows and a bean bag. 

He had also managed to build the fort around the coffee table, under which sat many of your favourite board games. 

Fairy lights traced the perimeter of the ‘ceiling’, but Jacob also pulled in a table lamp with a knob instead of a switch, to keep the light dim enough for the enclosed space without leaving you both in the dark. 

You saw where the music was playing from; a small speaker from which his phone sat, the playlist named, “Y/N.”

���Happy birthday, love.” 

You had no idea what to say; to say you were speechless was an understatement. 

“This was so sweet of you.” 

Even in the low light, you saw how he ducked his head to try and hide the blush. 

“Anything for you. Now, Monopoly, or Cluedo?”

When you both had a chance to play all the board games he had gathered, he held open the flaps of the entrance. “After you.” 

“Why, thank you,” you teased. 

He led you into the kitchen. 

“Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and heard the fridge open and close, and some glasses clinking against each other. 

You felt his hand on your arm. “Don’t open your eyes yet.”

You clung to his arm, unsure of where you were going. 

You came to a stop in front of what you assumed was your garden door, going by the way the wind greeted your skin. 

“Okay, open them.”

In the midst of the pink sunset painting the sky and clouds, you saw a blanket laid out across the grass against the tree approximately in the middle of your garden, around which lanterns were coiled, each having a lit candle inside hanging off the branches, and fairy lights ran around the trunk. 

There were pillows and blankets cosily lumped together under the branches.

Your gasp was all Jacob needed.

“Surprise!”

You gave him a hug. “Thank you so much!”

He chuckled bashfully. “We haven’t even eaten yet!”

You both went to sit down. Jacob had a basket in his hand, which he put down between you.

Inside were plates of all your favourite foods, ranging from starters and appetizers to dessert. 

You talked about anything and everything; a luxury you were lucky to have was always having something to talk about.

By the time you were finished eating, the sun had almost set, with the sky a swirl of purple, navy, and black.

Between the branches, you could just make out the moon and stars, shining brightly down at you. 

Instinctively, you leaned to the side, finding Jacob’s shoulder to support you as you watched the sky above you. 

Following your gaze, Jacob also laid his eyes on the constellations above him.

“Jacob Frye, I love you.” 

He cracked a smile, heart warming at the way he had managed to make your birthday a happy one. 

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Share the Pain of Our Defeat (Non-ship, sibling fic with Kadar)

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Gonna Be Better This Year

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(Not) Getting Married Today

oh we tried and tried (NSFW)

Party Crasher (NSFW)

Proceed That Cry of Love (NSFW)

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That’s How You Know (He Loves You)

So Close To You

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Distraction

Prompt: “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.” from anon for Jacob x Reader. I’m sorry for the wait and this isn’t my best work, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

“Jacob, are you listening?”

Hearing his name, Jacob was snapped out of his reverie and was forced to drag his eyes from your hips, barely concealed by your flimsy robe, to your face. “Absolutely.” He said automatically, smiling brightly. “Go on, you were saying?”

Clearly not at all fooled, you raised an eyebrow. “What was I saying?” You asked. “I think I lost my train of thought.”

The smile on Jacob’s face faltered a little. “You were, uh, you were saying…” Jacob licked his lips, trying to come up with a convincing lie, but his eyes were drawn to your body, completely naked save for your robe, which wasn’t even tied tightly mind you, making it very hard for him to concentrate. “You were saying…” He said again, slower this time and more deliberately as he tried to focus. “That, recently, there has been a rise in...um…” Jacob was saved further embarrassment when a pillow collided with his face.

“You’re a terrible liar Jacob Frye.” You said, placing a hand on your hip and rolling your eyes. You couldn’t stop a small smile from creeping across your face though.

Jacob chuckled bashfully and sat up, placing the pillow in his lap and resting his elbows on it. “Well in my defence love, you are very distracting.” He said. “So, as wonderful as you look right now, I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.”

“Or,” you began, walking over to the bed and folding your arms, “you can learn some focus and self control.”

With a wolfish grin, Jacob grabbed your hips and pulled onto the bed, resting you on the pillow and looking up at you. “I take offence to that.” He said, pouting slightly. “I have wonderful focus and self control.”

A laugh managed to make it’s way past your lips as you rested your hands on Jacob’s strong, broad shoulders. “You could’ve fooled me.” Jacob chuckled, sending a slight vibration through your palms and making you shiver inexplicably. You smiled softly and gently rubbed Jacob’s shoulders, massaging them and soothing his muscles. “I was saying that I’m going to America for my cousin’s wedding tonight.” You said, taking a slight, silent thrill in the way Jacob relaxed under your touch. “I’m going to help with the preparations so I’ll be away for a little while.”

“I remember you mentioning that a few days ago.” Jacob said, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. “How long will you be gone for?”

“A week.” You said, moving your hands to Jacob’s collarbone and kneading the soft, warm flesh. “So unless something catastrophic happens, I won’t be gone for that long.”

Jacob whined and pouted again. “That long? Can’t you come back any earlier.”

“Everything’s already been organized.” Your hands stop their ministrations and rested on Jacob’s pecs. “And a week isn’t that long Jacob.”

Without warning, Jacob wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, resting his chin on your shoulder. “It will be without you.” He said softly, and his breath ghosting along your skin and giving you goosebumps. “Do you have to go?”

“Yes Jacob, I do.” While you were touched by Jacob’s sentimentality, and were even half tempted to cancel your plans and remain in London, you knew you couldn’t. “My family is a very tight unit, a bunch of us are flying out to the wedding.”

“Does Georgia know?” Jacob asked, trailing his lips up and down your neck, just brushing against your skin without placing any kisses.

Another shiver ran through you, but you remained determined to not be distracted. “Of course I have, and she’s given me the time off.” Jacob mumbled something you couldn’t hear but you were pretty sure it was a complaint of some kind. “I’m sure you’ll live.” You teased, gently flicking Jacob’s ear. “Georgia loves you, I’m sure she’ll have you set up with someone else while I’m gone.”

“I don’t want anyone else.” Jacob whispered, placing a kiss on your jaw before nuzzling his face against you. “I want you.”

Curse this man and the things he did to you.

“Well you’ll have to go without.” You gave Jacob a smile and gently kissed his forehead before removing yourself from his lap. You went to your vanity and checked your face, trying very hard to ignore the forlorn look on Jacob’s face that was reflected in the mirror.

“I guess I’ll just have to savour the time I have with you still here then.” He got up from the bed and walked up behind you, placing his hands on your hips. “So how about we get back to bed?” His voice was low and took on a much more seductive tone, making your whole body tense and a jolt of electricity run through you.

“As tempting as that sounds, I have to get ready for my next client.” You said gently, trying very hard not to lean back against Jacob’s chest and give into his touch.

The frown from earlier was back on Jacob’s face, but he quickly discarded it. “How long do you have?”

“Half an hour so I need to get moving.” You turned around and came face to face with Jacob, your faces so close you could feel his breath. You gripped the edge of your vanity, trying not to swoon.

“Have you thought about the offer I made the other day?” Jacob asked, placing a hand on top of others gently running his fingers across your skin.

You had hoped he wouldn’t bring that up, especially so soon. “Yes Jacob, I have.”

There was a pause, as Jacob’s eyes ran over your face, trying to read you. “And?”

“And my answer is the same.” You raised a hand and gently caressed his face. “I can’t, not right now.”

Jacob’s frustration was evident on his face and he sighed heavily. “Why not? You know I lo-” He quickly cut himself off and frowned as you winced. “I care about you.” He said, voice tender. “A lot. And you can keep doing this, I don’t mind, it’s your life. I just want to be able to have you beside me, without having to count the seconds.”

There was a deep twinge of guilt in your heart, but Jacob needed to hear, needed to understand, that this couldn’t happen. Not now. “Jacob I’m not...I’m not in a good place for that kind of thing right now.” You said, doing your best to let Jacob down with as much ease as possible. “I like you, I really do. You’re sweet and funny and the most genuine person I’ve met in...well, ever. But now is not a good time for this.”

The two of you stood in silence, Jacob wanting you to change your mind, and you wanting to be able to. But you couldn’t. Jacob was sure that anything serious that happened between the two of you would be good, that things would be perfect and there would be no reason for either of you to be apprehensive. But you were and Jacob just needed to understand that.

“Okay.” He finally said, putting on his best impression of a smile despite the unhappiness in his eyes. “It’s your choice, I get it.”

God how you adored this man.

“Thank you.” Without thinking, you pressed your mouth against his and kissed him, trying to convey everything you couldn’t say in another way.

Making a very happy noise, Jacob kissed you back, sliding his tongue into your mouth, hands back on your hips and gripping them tight. A noise that was a cross between a moan and a whimper emitted from your throat as you wrapped your arms around Jacob’s neck, fingers gently running through his hair. When your breath became shallow you pulled away, trying to get more air back into your lungs.

Jacob grinned like a cat who had gotten all the cream and it took everything you had not to swat him. “Are you going to charge me extra for that?”

You laughed, feeling light headed in a way that you were pretty sure had nothing to do with the kiss. “Tell you what, you can have that one on the house, since I’ll be gone for a while.”

Jacob hummed. “Does that mean I can get another?”

This time you did swat him, gently and on the chest, another laugh bursting forth from you. “Don’t push your luck Frye.” You teased. “Now go and get dressed, I can’t have you here when my next client arrives, it’s not very good manners.”

Jacob laughed and gently pecked the corner of your mouth. “As you wish, love.”

[lunavadash-creates]

What do you think the ideal partner for Jacob is? Who would be the love of his life, his true love? What kinds of traits and attributes would they have to be the perfect partner for Jacob?

Hello Siofra! That's an interesting question so lemme share my thoughts! I think Jacob and Evie were presented in completely opposite way. Evie is the serious one, who never have time to have fun, while Jacob is the one who is never serious. I think being free is very important for Jacob. Why? Because he was raised to be an assassin by a very strict and demanding father. I think Jacob never really had time and opportunity to explore, both city and himself, or to make friends. So when in London he is all crazy is because he is so overwhelmed by all the freedom he finally received. It's so much that he want to try everything and doesn't want to waste any second.

Because of it i think that Jacob needs someone who will know how to have fun. It should be a curious person, not afraid to try new things. Sense of humor is necessary! Jacob likes to joke around so i think he needs someone who would laugh at his joke and also play with him. Teasing each other, giving each other funny nicknames, maybe a bit of friendly competing. I see Jacob making those little bets with his s/o for example, who will steal something from a templar, or run faster or just do something crazy. The prize would be kiss or choosing a place to eat. When it comes to eating we know that Jacob can't cook at all so I think his s/o actually needs to have this skill. It would be sad if they died of starvation at the beginning of the relationship. S/o may try to teach Jacob to cook later on, but at the beginning it's the s/o who is in charge of the kitchen. Next hmmm... I think s/o should be more balanced by Jacob. S/o that knows when it's time to have fun and when it's time to be serious and hardworking. Also it's someone responsible, trustworthy, hardworking and with better skills for predicting consequences of actions. At the same time s/o should be supportive. Gods i think that support is the thing that Jacob missed in his life the most. S/o should support him, especially in tough times like during the JTR arc or after the Roth Drama. Another quality of s/o would be compassion. Jacob may actually not let it be shown but he is very compassionate man. To sum it up. Compassionate, loving, supportive, balanced, responsible, playful, funny, a bit adventurous and with ability to cook! I think it's actually quite realistic set and that would be a perfect s/o for Jacob. Additionally I can't really think of Jacob's "type" because for me he seems like a kind of a man who values character of person more than the look and the same goes with gender. Since he had a child he may be a bit more interested in women as it's an obvious choice given the times he lives in, but if he met the right man he would be more than happy (after all we don't know if he married so possibilities are endless). Honestly I don't know if it's a good answer but that's how i imagine perfect s/o for Jacob.

Thank you for the ask! 💜💜 And have a good day Dear!

[steelfeather]

Masterlist for Fics, Imagines, and Drabbles

Anything marked with a (*) is NSFW. Fandoms in parentheses since I’m multifandom. A few links may lead to Ao3.

Imagines:

Breathless * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Dominance and Submission * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Do You Feel The Way I Do? Part I | Part II (Tom Holland x Reader)

I Don’t Sing (Tom Holland x Reader)

Kids These Days * (Tom Holland x Reader)

La Petite Mort * (Tom Holland x Reader)

The Lights Below * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Netflix and Chill * (Tom Holland x Reader)

One More Breath (Tom Holland x Reader)

On The Edge * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Public Indecency * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Predator and Prey * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Rebound * | Epilogue (Tom Holland x Reader)

Settle It In The Ring * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Slippery When Wet * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Soup and Personal Care * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Stowaway Part 1 | Part 2 (Pirate!Tom Holland x Reader)

Tease * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Workplace Romance * (Tom Holland x Reader)

Young Hearts (Spider-Man; Peter Parker x Gender Neutral!Reader) | (Ao3)

Fanfiction:

A Brave Face Part 1 | Part 2 (Tom Holland x OC)

Aftermath (Post-Infinity War Peter Parker Ficlet) | (Ao3)

Failure (Spider-Man; Peter Parker Ficlet) | (Ao3)

I Do As I Please * (Assassin’s Creed; Jacob Frye x OC)

Life In Her Yet (My Hero Academia OC Fic) | Companion Playlist

The Paths They Choose (The 100; Bellarke Winter Soldier!AU)  | Companion Playlist | Inspired By

Unlikely Confidantes (Post-Infinity War Tony Stark Ficlet) | (Ao3)

Headcanons:

Peter Parker’s Early Spider-Man Days 

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Two Reasons

Request: May I request a fluffy one shot Evie x fem!reader where they first meet and it’s like love at first sight?

Warnings: Slight violence

(I hope you like it, Love! It is moderately short, but I hope the quality makes up for it xx <3 Although the request says fem!reader, it can be read as gender neutral xx )

Green clashed against red. Blades collided and sparks flew. Another day, another gang war.

You joined the Rooks not too long ago. You needed help, badly. Trapped in a poverty cycle, you needed to get out and find a way to improve your life. This wan’t how you were supposed to go– not yet.

So, you took it upon yourself to find a place to call home. You wanted to find yourself a new family that will give you as much love as you give them.

And you did.

Your first choice was definitely the Rooks. The Blighters felt like a business; a corporation made to earn power. The Rooks were friendlier, and when you passed pubs, they were always the rowdiest table (as most people in pubs are quite vocal). Their laughter made your heart swell and made hope seep through your veins.

Your lucky day came around when you saw someone different appear with the Rooks one day. He was a man in a top hat and a big thick overcoat.

You had heard rumours around London. You kept your eyes peeled for him, but honestly, he was almost too good at his job.

Jacob Frye, your ticket off the street.

You had walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. Any other man would have sent a condescending glare, but he turned around and looked at you with curious eyes. You got straight to the point of asking to join the gang. He agreed with a cheeky grin, pulling you in for a hug and offering a beer on the house.

Now here you were, six months later, fighting not only for your life, but your family. You had one reason to keep going, and you sure as hell weren’t going to give it up.

Slowly, you were regaining Southwark. It was hard and intense, but it was working.

You ducked and swung. You punched and fired. You threw and glanced around.

A Blighter had his back to you, and was struggling with someone in front of him. You couldn’t see who it was, but you did know they were on your side. You dodged other incoming blows and charged, hitting the Blighter square in the back with your kukri.

As the brute fell dead by your feet, you looked at his opponent. She wore black all over with highlights of grey. Her sky blue eyes locked with your E/C ones, and freckles dusted her flustered cheeks.

“Thank you,” she panted, accepting your hand as you offered it for help.

“It’s no problem,” you chuckled, shyly dusting off invisible dirt from your clothes.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” The woman in front of you noticed the lack of sound and saw that the war was over.

“A little bit,” you lightly joked.

“I’m Evie.” She outstretched her hand to shake. You gladly accepted. “Jacob’s sister.”

Your eyes widened. “Jacob has a sister?!” She laughed at your reaction.

After the initial shock died down, you said to her, “Well, I guess I can see a resemblance, now that I think about it.” You tried to be casual, but in all honesty, you were taken aback by how stunning she looked. Your heart began beating unbelievably loudly in your chest, and you were slightly worried that Evie could hear it.

“Ah, Jacob’s beckoning me over.” She paused. “I don’t think I ever caught your name?”

“Y/N,” you answered brightly. You both flashed smiles at each other and departed.

Now you had two reasons to keep fighting.

[the-panda-writes]

Sick Day

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: You are as sick as a dog, Jacob takes care of you!

A/N: Just reposting! Posted on 9/2/2017

Ao3

The moment you woke up, you felt like horse shit. You knew you shouldn’t have jumped into the Thames river, but a child had fallen in and you needed to rescue him; you later rushed to Lambeth to have him cared for.

When you got to the closest borough, you dried yourself off the best you could and bundled as many blankets as you could. If this sickness won’t kill me, the boss definitely will. You think to yourself as you try to get up from the bed; failing in that mission, you decided to go back into the covers and try to sweat out this illness.

When Jacob didn’t see you this morning to pass out missions, he got a bit worried.

“Where’s (y/n)?” He asks one of his rook members.

“I don’t think they left the borough in Lambeth this morning, boss.” The male rook member tells him.

“I believe they are in bed, sick. (Y/N) did dive into the river after that young lad to save him, didn’t they?” a female rook cut in, telling him.

“I’ll go check up on them. Send for me if you need me desperately.” Jacob told his rooks. They responded with a ‘Yes boss!’ and left to do their missions.

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As soon as Jacob arrived in Lambeth, he headed straight to the closest borough. You didn’t expect many people to come check up on you until you heard loud knocks on your door. You try and get up from the bed, succeeding in your efforts, and head over to the door and answer it.

When you opened it, your eyes widened in shock to see Jacob, your boss, outside your door.

“Boss? What are you doing here? You asked out of confusion and curiosity.

“I came to check up on you (y/n). I heard you were ill.” He answers, a bit puzzled on how you would ask him that. You stare at him as you were at a loss for words.

“Now, lets not stand here with our wits about us. You need to get back in that bed and rest. I’ll take care of you today.” Jacob says to you while leading you towards the bed.

“But, but..” You stammer before he cuts you off.

“Butts are for sitting on (y/n). Now get back int bed. I will head to Lambeth Asylum to get some medicine.” he says as you lay down and tucks you in. “What are your conditions so I can tell Mrs. Nightingale.”

After going into a small coughing fit, Jacob deduced that you possibly had a sore throat. Placing a hand on your forehead, he felt a bit of a fever and took a mental note of that. After a few more tests, Jacob figured that all you had was a common cold.

You lay there in shock as he did all that; the question of how he knew all this lingered in the back of your mind, so you asked him. Jacob chuckles at your curiosity as he goes to wet a small towel.

“There was a time I had to take care of my grandmother and sister when they were sick. I guess I picked up a few things in my readings as a child.” he tells you as he places the wet towel on your forehead, smiling. You smile back as he stands and fixes himself.

“Now, don’t you go anywhere while I’m gone. You hear?” he tells you as he leaves. You laugh a bit at him; seeing him go, you actually feel warm on the inside, kind of knowing he will do his best to take care of you.