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Rooks, you say? (Part 1) A Jacob Frye x Reader Imagine

This night was unlike any other night you’ve had, it was colder and quiet. The streets weren’t busy as it used to be, but at a distance you can hear the sounds of guns firing and men groaning. You assumed there’s a Gang War going on and you would love to take a peek at it, but you were somewhat not in a mood not to.

You entered a pub, your favorite pub, then quickly sat, facing the bartender. He motions to you and you quickly said, “The usual, please.” The bartender nodded and hands you a pint full of that bitter beer, which you have come to love the taste.  

You gulped down your drink like it was nothing, you decided to sit still for awhile and fancy some eavesdropping. This was also the way you gather intels or irrelevant rumors. Nothing interesting came up so you just sat there, sulking.

“What the bloody hell was the Council thinking!? I’m a trained Assassin! Almost a Masterassassin to be infact, but nooo,” you exclaimed to yourself, “Stay discreet, they say. Wait when the time is right, they say.” you mocked thougtfully. Then you made a Pffft sound from your lips and gulp down another pint of beer.

Just as you were enjoying yourself, the door bursts open with a hard force and in came four men with red coats. “Filthy Blighters.” you thoughtfully commented. Without looking back, you sensed them approaching to where you sat, but their heads on the bartender.

 “Oi! Be a nice chap and bring us some pints over here.” A Blighter ordered.

 Then he turns his face towards you, examining your figure with his distasteful, lustrous eyes. “Don’t want to disappoint a lovely lady over here.” he grins mischievously towards you.

The bartender hands them their drinks. 

“Cheers to us, m’lady.” he cheered whilst raising his pint at you.  

As the men began to drink, you quickly scoffed at them and look face to face at the annoying Blighter beside you. Then you retort, “Pity, your face alone is enough to make a lady disappointed.” He spouted his drink and gave you a glare. “What did you say!?” he asks seemingly pissed off. The Blighters close in on you, preparing to give you some havoc, but you know better.

“Now now lads, why don’t we take this outside. You might hear me clearly from out there.” you assured them with a fake smile.  You quickly stood and walk calmly with the menacing Blighters behind you outside the pub.

Once you were all outside, you erased that fake smile of yours and start threatening them with a serious tone, “All right you filthy maggots, if you wish to see another day, leave.” 

They scoffed. “Looks like we got ourselves a feisty bint over here, mates.” he turns to his gang and laughed. 

“Fancy some bruises? I’d love to see them when you wake up.” You smirk and prepared yourself for a brawl.

You examined your enemies first, two of them upfront and the other two behind. Blighter number one has his right hand inside his coat, probably reaching for a revolver. You hoped. Beside him, Blighter two was unarmed but has his fist ready and a position to pounce at you. Good. Three and four were the easy targets, one might possibly hope they would flee. And so it was done, let the brawl begin.

Just as you predicted, Blighter two pounce at you swinging his fists, but you swiftly dodge his moves and punched him at the guts, hard. With him holding his stomach, groaning in pain. You took him out with a punch on his face. Now off to number one, he was nervous and rather slow. Thankfully you were quick enough to stop him before reaching whatever it is in that coat of his and headbutted him and lastly punch him. The Blighter who teased you began to flee, leaving his friend behind. You loot the unconscious Blighter, thankfully, a revolver off his coat and pointed it straight at the Blighter who fled then you pulled the trigger and down he goes. Now you were left with enemy number four, who knelt down and begged to be spared. You were having second thoughts on whether or not you’ll let him go, assuming he’ll come back with more Blighters to take you down…or not.

“Spare my life, m’lady. I just did what I’m ordered.” he begged.

“An order that your lads obeyed,” you say promptly. “And look at them now, all roughed up and the other one dead.” you gestured at the unconscious Blighters and a corpse. Then you look back at the remaining Blighter and you saw the look of horror on his face on what you will do to him, but you decided to let him go. 

You gave a sigh and said, “ Fine. I’ll spare you, Meater. But the next time I see you, I will end you for good.”

He nodded then hastily runs away from you. 

After your brawl with some Blighters, a man in odd robes and a top hat approaches you with an impressed look on his face…

Rooks, you say? (Part 2) A Jacob Frye x Reader Imagine

After your brawl with some Blighters, a handsome man in odd robes and a flat cap approaches you with an impressed look on his face.

You: You seem to be amused?

Handsome man: Why not? You seem to handle yourself pretty nicely.

You: Was that meant to be a compliment? I’m sure you can think better than that.

He scoffed in a rather amusing way. He then introduces himself. He grabs your hand and placed a soft kiss at the back of it.

Handsome man: Jacob Frye, pleased to meet you Miss -?

You: (Y/N)

Jacob: (Y/N)...any last name?

You: Now that Mr. Frye remains a mystery

You playfully shove your hand away from his. Jacob looks at you with a smirk on his face.

Jacob: I'm quite impressed with the way you handle those blokes earlier, it'll put quite a good use for the Rooks. We’d be fortunate to have you with us.

You: Beg your pardon, the Rooks you say? Like those little chess pieces?

You giggled at the thought of it.

Jacob: Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha. Don’t worry, we won’t be as boring as the game of chess.

You laughed at the idea. You? A Rook? You know better than that. This handsome man right here, Jacob Frye, the infamous gang leader of the Rooks offered you a place in his crusade, but you knew he was more than that. You watched him fought with some Blighters before and you found his skills are almost implicated as yours. You expected him to offer you much more than being a Rook, you wanted him to recruit you as a fellow assassin to help liberate London from the Templar's hands. You remained discreet regarding your Assassin skills just as the Council advised knowing one day you'll put them to good use for London, but not alone. It seems that Jacob is still clueless about you being an assassin despite the hints you've been exposing to him recently. You turn your back on him, a bit disappointed actually.

You: Forgive me, but I’ve had enough dealing with those Blighters and their malicious intents. I would probably say the same thing at your gang too.

Jacob walks near you with his hand in motion as he speaks.

Jacob: I assure you, my lady. We are not as malicious as you think. We are here to make London a better place for its people. There are pricks who needs to be brought down in order to free London from their very hands. We will conquer every boroughs the Blighters ever ruled. Free every children from the factories. And replace their gang strongholds to one of ours.

You: Oh, what a noble deed. Mr. Frye, do you really think your gang of rooks will do better with my presence around? You barely know of my potential.

Jacob: Then it will be a fantastic opportunity to find out more of your potential if you'd join with us? It'll be quite an adventure.

Adventure. That words excites you in every way possible and brought a small genuine smile on your face but barely showing it to Jacob.

You: Let me think about it.

Jacob: How will I know if you agree?

You: You'll know.

You winked at him and left to ponder the thought of an offer for adventure. One quite different than you're used to.

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.

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Imagine Jacob saying he missed you.

A little confession from a very jealous Jacob.

A/n: Im sorry this isn't that good, I tried my best, I hope you enjoy!

The rooks had been successful in their attempt at taking over Lambeth from the blighters and templars, and celebrated their victory at the nearest pub.

You were sat at the bar drinking by yourself when a drunkard stumbled towards you, "h-how about I buy you a drink?" You accept because who would turn down a free drink? He makes his way to the stool next to you, barely keeping his back straight.

Jacob however was in the corner of the pub drinking and chatting with the rooks, Jacob caught the sound of you giggling and turned his head to see what you were laughing at. Another man, Jacob couldn't stand this and made his way towards you.

Standing right behind you Jacob coughed for your attention. "Hey Jacob" you say turning around to see him, rather grumpily he barks for you to "come with me I need to talk to you privately"

Jacob leads you to a supply closet, "who was that man?" Jacob demands. "How is that any of your business" you bark back, "because your mine" Jacob says with no change in expression, still angry about the drunkard. "W-what?" You stutter in shock from his bluntness, Jacob cups your cheeks with his hands "I can't pretend anymore, I am so very in love with you, your all I think about and I have grown to care for you deeply - will you be mine and no one else's?" He asks.

You stand there still staring at Jacob trying to process what he said. "Please.. say something" Jacob asks anxiously staring you in the eyes. "Oh Jacob, of course - I love you so much, I would love to be yours" you respond, Jacob smiles widely at this and pulls you into a very sloppy kiss.

A romantic dinner.

prompt: Jacob notices you've had a long day at work, so he decides it's his turn to look after you and your turn to relax.

Disclaimer: gif is not mine!

A/N: I know this is quite basic but I think it's a good place to start. :) I hope you enjoy it!

You had been working hard to catch up on all the paperwork Evie had assigned you, not even taking a break to eat or drink. Jacob had seen you working yourself into exhaustion and couldn't help but frown seeing you like this, he wanted to help but wasn't too sure how. That's when Jacob decided it was his turn to look after you whether you like it or not.

Jacob made his way to the kitchen, where he pulled out your favourite meal from the freezer and stuck two servings in the microwave for both you and him. Don't expect it to be made from scratch, Jacob hasn't a clue how to do that, not without burning it or forgetting something. He then goes on to set the table, putting the cutlery and plates down in an orderly fashion, along with some lovely scented candles to help you wind down and two glasses of your favourite wine.

The microwave beeps, signalling to Jacob that it is time to pull you away from your work. He finishes the last little details and makes his way to you. You were close to finishing another long tiresome piece of paperwork when your boyfriend Jacob wraps his arms around your waist distracting you from your work, he peppers kisses along your neck. "come take a break with me, love" he whispers in between kisses, "you've spent too long on these stupid documents". you brush Jacob off to continue with your work knowing it's important but Jacob isn't having that, so he does what anyone would do and picks you up and throws you onto his shoulder.

There's no getting out of it now, so you let Jacob take you wherever it is he is going. Not long after Jacob sets your feet down on the floor for you to see the cute romantic set-up he has made. You're met with your favourite meal waiting for you, along with your favourite wine and even some romantic music playing in the background. You couldn't help but think how sweet this was of Jacob, knowing he isn't good at this romantic stuff. You turn to see your boyfriend looking at you with inquisitive eyes, wondering whether or not he had done a good job. You embraced Jacob thanking him for his kindness.

"Come sit," he says pulling a chair out for you, gesturing with his hand. You sit down as he makes his way to sit in the chair opposite. Jacob tells you about all the mischief he's been up to that day with a big smile on his face, to cheer you up after a miserable day of paperwork. You both finish the evening with some leftover cake in bed that you wipe off jacobs face later on, watching Netflix and cuddling up together. A sweet evening that might end with some 18-rated activities if you are up for it.

To the anon who sent me this headcanon request, I just wanted to say thank you for your sweet words, and that I'm happy you like my headcanons! Sorry this had to be in a separate post (because the ask disappeared on me), but nevertheless, here's some more headcanons for you! Hope you like these!❤️

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Younger!Jacob Frye - Introverted!Reader Cuddling HCs

- With Jacob being a more boisterous sort in his youth, especially around those he cared about - clapping a hand on a friend's shoulder or lightly elbowing his sister when he's teasing her - he had to get used to your more 'private' way of displaying affection.

- That being said, he didn't mind - and as always, he was quick to adapt.

- In truth, the idea of scouting secret, secluded areas to love up on you a bit was actually rather thrilling for him.

- He also began to use the door locks of his sleeping carriage on the train much more - not caring a wit who needed to get in, because he had a more important thing to worry about - namely, cuddling with you on the couch in absolute privacy.

- When he gets that urge to snuggle with you, his approach, while flirty, is also surprisingly mild - as he knows you'll respond much better to gentle suggestion, rather than a feverish and direct proposition.

- Sometimes, as you're holding each other, you may engage in quiet conversation, or share a few kisses here and there as you swap sweet nothings. Occasionally, it's a mix of both. (Also, do run your fingers though his hair as you hold him close, he'll adore you for it.)

- It surprises you, really, to see someone who's usually so enthusiastic and chaotic able to dial all that back and make you feel safe and secure in his embrace. You don't know how he does it, but there's something infinitely special about being able to see that quieter side of him - and soon, you're slowly starting to initiate those cuddle sessions more, just so you can see it.

Older!Jacob Frye - Introverted!Reader Cuddling HCs

- A little bit older now, one thing Jacob has learn to appreciate is any opportunity to rest.

- Which means a lot times he'll take an extra opportunity to cuddle with you as he does so.

- Sometimes, it ends up with him accidentally dozing off, but it's not always for long, and soon, he's back to gently squeezing you and burying his nose in your hair, pressing soft kisses upon your head.

- In front of the fireplace or in your shared bed are usually his favorite places for cuddling - bonus points if there's also a sheet or a blanket involved. Something about that addition just adds to the coziness of the practice, and gives him the feeling of safety for the both of you.

- While his approach is still more on the quiet side, as it was in his younger days, every now and then, he'll just take your hand and gently pull you towards him, with a tired, but inquisitive look in his eyes as he simply asks, "Embrace me...just for a bit?"

- Having opened up to him more during your time of knowing each other, you are only too happy to oblige - even letting him lead you to the nearest chair or couch to sit down upon, before he pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around you.

- Running your fingers through his hair as he rests his head against your shoulder and snuggles against you applies here too. Please, do that. He seriously deserves it.

Jacob Frye x (Fem) Reader

Imagine you help patch up Jacob Frye after a fight club, but he confesses it was for good reason? (and it is your birthday no less!)

(warning: blood, stitching)

Jacob Frye, what a force of nature was he. Jacob was either the best person to be around, or he'd cause you to be behind bars. As his supervisor on the train (as demanded by Evie Frye) I'd often have to patch him up whenever I'd stop by Whitechapel to get groceries for the Rooks aboard the train. But this time it was different, I looked for Jacob left and right around the fight club but he was simply missing. This wasn't good as he could easily have lost to a templar crook and been dragged out, and seems my theory wasn't far fetched as when I walked around the alleyways I found Jacob surrounded by templars. I carefully hid behind some wooden crates and looked through my pockets for anything I could use, having only one smoke bomb, a cherry bomb, and a single throwing knife, I had to be creative. I could see at lease five men, one of them being the fight club champion. I decided I'd get them to separate, I threw the cherry bomb down the alley and got two to depart from the other three. I then threw the smoke bomb at the threw and one blade directly to the head of the fight club crook. I managed to strangle the two men and once the smoke bomb cleared I picked up Jacob by his under arms and dragged him to the nearest carriage. Some time passed before I got aboard the train and placed Jacob in the bed, looking through his injurys I found something in his pocket, a large amount of money, made sense why they wanted so bad. Soon I began stitching in the injuries and heard groans from the big man baby.

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Jacob had woken up with a big startled yet tired expression. I frowned softly, letting him know that I had been rather disappointed.

"the.. The coins! Where are they?" he exclaimed

"calm down your highness Frye, I have them put away, if you hadn't noticed we're safe in the train. Your welcome"

I sighed finishing my words and gently wrapped his arms in a bandaid. He calmed down and wouldn't stop looking into my eyes with that childish puppy eyed look he often gave Evie when talking about the rooks.

"whats the matter Jacob? Tell me would you.. I'm trying to finish up" I held his arm closely to my lap and put down the bandaid roll

"well I wasn't just beating away at those punks for my own entertainment, though it was quite fun I admit. I was going to get you something" he said smiling, I noticed the blood in his bottom lip and pouted. I got a needle and thread and got closer to patch the lip up. "well, what was your goal then? Mmm? Carry all of the rooks money so you could lose it all gambling away in that godforsaken fight club?" i said as I stitched his lips as best I could. Seeing his face red all over with his eyes blueberry colored wasn't something I enjoyed knowing I could've stopped it by telling him to stay put on the train.

"i was going to get you a gift, your highness Y/N. Not just any actually, buttt.. Oww, can't tell you now can I?" he smirked all smugly like the jester he can be sometimes. I knew asking him what it was would lead me to a cat and mouse game of words. I rolled my eyes and continued to patch him up in his arm with the bandaid roll, I could see in the corner of my eye he was looking at me still, waiting for me to speak. "look, whatever may be the reason for your foolish games better be good" i looked at him and frowned. Getting up as I finished helping me but I felt his weaker hand hold mine, I looked over slowly towards Jacob. A smile drew on Jacobs face as he sat up, "i think your the perfect reason to get beat up for, Y/N". I could feel myself get red on my face and I sighed softly. "look, your highness Frye. I'll let you go just this once since it is my important day, alright?" I smiled, deep down his ridiculous manner was to my liking. Jacob stood up as best he could and carefully placed his hand on my face, his hand was roughed up greatly but there was a gentleness that I felt in his hand, he smiled softly when I held his hand closer to my cheek. I could feel his lips meet mine as we closed eyes, after a minute or so I heard Evie chuckle softly. Jacob jumped and looked over.

"whatcha doin there Jacob?" Evie teased her brother, this was the first time she'd ever seen him kiss someone. He chuckled softly, "just wishing her happy birthday is all, why?". Jacob had a mission to get to it seemed, once Evie headed out. Jacob held me carefully, smiling, "seems as though the early morning crow has yet another fight to attend, Y/N" he kissed me once more, I kissed back and placed his top hat on his head, smiling widely. "you have a city to save my Jacob dear, you should get going" he walked out the door and followed to watch. He stood on the roof of the train. "happy birthday to the wonderful Mrs Frye to be" he said jumping away to his mission fast as the night

Werewolf Boyfriend: Jacob Frye HCS

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✰- Author's Note: Hello, my assassins and templers this is my first AC story and I choose Jacob Frye since he's my favorite assassin from my favorite game. And since it's Halloween I decided to make Jacob Frye a werewolf because if he was a monster then he would definitely be a werewolf, I'm writing this from my phone late at night so there is no word count and who knows when I'll post this Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✰- Story Contains: Werewolf Jacob Frye, Fluff, Kissing, Gender neutral reader, protective Jacob, Romance, smut, violence, kissing, and long post.

✰- Posted: 11//2//2023

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Jacob Frye and Evie Frye the Frye twins who are werewolves and are from the brotherhood of monsters who work in the dark to protect the light. Jacob met you through the brotherhood and you told him what kind of monster you were and he found that fascinating, he found everything about you fascinating. He would always follow you around when with his tail wagging around him, excited to hear about your day or the mission he gets to go on with you. He's quite protective of you on these missions. Biting and clawing through any templers or enemies that dare try to hurt you.

Evie has to scold Jacob to not get distracted by you on these missions to never let missions interfere with the missions. But she quickly drops what she is saying whenever Jacob brings up Henry Green. But she still wishes for Jacob to stay focused so that he doesn't get hurt, she loves and cares about her brother. So she hopes that you are watching out for him when he gets distracted which you do have Jacob's back.

Jacob loves to lay across your lap as you run your fingers through his head. He just loves your head and back scratches. They feel like heaven to him, sometimes he'll fall asleep on you and you are just stuck there with him laying on you. At least he's warm so you eventually fall asleep and Evie or Edward come across you both and just chuckle at this adorable sight of how you to look falling asleep together on the couch.

Jacob loves to do combat training with you. But will do his best to go easy on you. He won't go to fast or rough but he also won't go to slow or soft. You are both assassins after all so no need to treat each other like glass. But Jacob loves to pin you down that it's awkward when people walk in especially Evie and Arno who were going use the training room.

" That whole silver bullet thing is just a bunch of rubbish. " Jacob would say before biting and tearing into the necks of a blighters and a templer who decided to mess with. You sat there on top of some boxes watching your werewolf lover just devour and shred a bunch of blighters and the templer. Giving him a bath wouldn't be easy but you did enjoy watching this scene.

He likes to sniff you a lot which means you can't hide anything from him. Because he'll sniff it out even when you aren't in a room anymore, he'll know you are there so whenever you hide from him. He'll know where to find him. Once you wanted to take a nap without him because it was too hot to cuddle with him. So you went somewhere else to nap, you told Evie to tell Jacob that you were out doing errands. She tried to tell you something but you quickly walked away. And before you knew it when you woke up feeling hot and aweaty. There was Jacob asleep right next to you and not letting go. You eventually gave up and just bought a fan.

Jacob will go out of his way to make sex with you amazing especially when he's in heat. He wants to have your back pressed against his chest as he pounds into you. His hand gripping your neck as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His thumb pressing against your tongue. Biting and licking your neck wanting to leave marks so people know who you belong to.

Never will let you go or let anyone hurt you.

WOW this fanart is so cute!!!

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Jacob Frye C’est tout pour moi Bye 👋

Imagine - Jacob Frye suffering from a werewolf curse.

Frye Cottage, Surrey, October 1873

Softly, you're roused by the ambient sounds of the forest encompassing the house: owls hooting, tree branches rapping on the windows, fierce winds howling into the night.

You couldn't say what time it is. You doubt you could even hazard a guess. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness consuming the room, rendering any attempt to read the clock a fruitless endeavour.

A brief glance at the window confirms that dawn is yet to break.

Perfect.

Sitting upright in bed, you fumble in the dark for a moment until your hands happen upon the knob belonging to the drawer of the nightstand. With only a trickle of moonbeams lending you the faculty of sight, you open the drawer, reach for the only object inside, and strike a match.

You hold it by your face, tilting the matchstick downward and watching as the flame dances and swells. Using the light the match provides, you ignite the oil lamp atop the nightstand, extinguishing the match with a shake of your hand as the room is bathed in a warm, amber glow.

The cottage, for all intents and purposes, is without ornament - and rightly so. The single-storey cabin may be the only building for several miles, as per your intentions. The interior is functional, pragmatic, an open-plan room comprised of a bed tucked away in a corner and a kitchenette. A chimney and burning stove looks across from your sleeping area, supplementary to a table and two chairs.

A Welsh dresser is half-filled with plates and mugs, its cupboards and drawers stowing bits of food and medical goods - bandages, a needle and thread, a bottle of gin, though you're yet to use any of it, thank the Lord.

A wolf howls in the distance, prompting you to take a peek outside from behind the curtains. The full moon is fading, you note, compelling you to rise and begin your preparations for the long day ahead.

After making the bed, you cross the room and burn wood at the stove, boiling herbal tea in a cast-iron kettle. You fix some cold cuts of bread, cheese and meat, managing to eat a little yourself while saving a second portion.

A short time later, a figure comes stumbling in through the door, slamming it shut. You're hesitant to look up, knowing from previous months the heart-wrenching sight that awaits.

A creature paces with convulsing legs, looking ready to collapse at any moment. It bears the form of a man, but the mental state of a wolf. A blanket is draped around its heaving shoulders, its naked, hairy body shivering violently. Brown hair is thoroughly dishevelled, small sticks and leaves clinging to the strands. Sickly pale skin gleams wet with sweat, dirt markings littering its face. Wild, glassy eyes frantically dart around the room.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you rise from your seat as slowly as possible, yearning to draw the weeping man into your bosom.

He's still an animal, you have to remind yourself, though it does little to patch your broken heart.

You avoid prolonged eye contact, letting your eyes look past him instead of lingering on him.

"Jacob," you murmur, your voice soft and quiet so as not to alarm him further.

Taking a miniscule step forward, you approach him gingerly, repeating your internal mantra of stay calm. You shrink your body and repeat his name while observing his body language, keeping an eye out for any signs of injury.

He's panicked, hysterical, gripping his head and yowling, those wide eyes reminiscent of an animal caught in a trap.

You hold your hand out palm down, and croon, "Jacob, it's okay. I'm going to help you."

By now you've crossed the room, though a good distance remains between you. His back stiffens, the air shifting around him, his nose crinkling as he picks up the Scent. He visibly calms somewhat, blinking as his eyes soften to their usual melliferous hazel.

Watching him stagger towards you, you take a few final steps towards him, catching him as he falls into you, the blanket falling from his shoulders as his arms crush you into a tight hug. You remember to hold your breath, to remain perfectly still as he buries his nose in the dip of your shoulder.

He inhales sharply, memories of his human life flashing behind his eyelids. Merry laughter rings in his head like a bell, faces of loved ones appearing and overlaying one another at the speed of lightning.

In verifying the Scent, his arms loosen around you, his breathing heavy against your skin.

The Scent comforts his wolf form, he'd once explained. It's a blend of your smell and his, a product of your... prior carnal union, so to speak, serving as a catalyst that completes the reconstruction of his brain.

You continue to shush him, now free to move your hand and stroke his damp hair, pacifying him until the shaking subsides.

Lifting his head, he meets your gaze and wets his lips in an attempt to speak.

"Hi."

You cup his face, tears forming in your eyes at the humanity present in his face, at the way his eyes gleam in recognising you.

"Hi." Your response comes with lumps in your throat.

He chuckles to break the ice, immediately wincing and breaking out in a fit of coughing. Prying yourself from his embrace, you help him hobble over to the table and take a seat. Working swiftly, you pour a cup of the tea, retrieving the laudanum from a drawer in the dresser and setting it down in front of him.

He tests his coordination for a moment, clenching and unclenching his fist and wiggling his fingers before trusting himself with handling a cup of hot liquid. He blows the drink before sipping, swallowing quickly to avoid the bitter taste.

His speech is slow, hesitant. "Is that, the same, same stuff as last time?"

You nod. He grimaces.

"Doesn't work."

"It's the highest dose the doctor will prescribe me." It took little effort convincing the physician that the pills were for you - dramatising your menstrual pain is far preferable to telling the truth. "Please, take it. Something is better than nothing."

Jacob glances up at you, taking in the sight of your eyes glossy with tears, your forehead creased with concern, your brows angled upwards as you plead.

Agreeing silently, he takes the tablet and swallows it down with the bitter brew, spluttering as the taste lingers on his taste buds. You rub his back to help him keep it down, drawing his attention to the plate of food; perhaps it could cover the horrid taste.

He takes stock of the plate's contents, sniffing tentatively. The cuts of meat smells appetising at the very least, and he almost reaches for it before his head swims with intrusive images of sleeping deer, the sound of snarling wolves surrounding him as though they're present in the room. Nausea rises from his stomach, he heaves and retches before pushing the plate away with a forceful shove.

"I need to lie down."

He staggers in standing up, knocking cutlery to the ground with a clatter. He grits his teeth, distributing a little too much of his weight onto you as you help him limp towards the bed.

Every step is pure agony for him; although you haven't experienced his curse, you can imagine the torture he must go through - his skeleton changing shape, his organs moving position, his flesh and muscles being torn to shreds by his own claws.

All that, and probably far more that your imagination simply cannot comprehend, three nights a month.

He doesn't peel the duvet back to clamber into bed, instead laying himself on top of the bedclothes. And judging from the heat radiating from his body, you can understand why.

You get a proper look at his face for the first time: his skin is off-colour and boiling hot to the touch, and the whites of his eyes are bloodshot. Sweat trickles down his forehead, red welts marring his skin. You dab his forehead with a cold, wet towel, conscious of the pressure you apply.

He grunts, a fresh wave of throbbing spasms coursing through his jerking body.

"Shhh, Jacob, you're okay. You're alright."

It's silly, but... Despite all of the ways you help him, you feel helpless, wishing you could do more to take his pain away for good. Watching on as he pants and yells, his body convulsing like a seizure, you find yourself singing a lullaby, stroking his cheek in hopes of pacifying him even a little.

"I love you," Jacob manages to wheeze when your song comes to an end.

"I love you too, my darling man."

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I love your scruffy jacob art♡

He really is like a energetic puppy🥰

Thank you 😊, and yes totally a puppy

I love your jacob art 🩷 i just want to squish his face 🫣🩷

On est tous d’accord !!!

Shower Thoughts

Anonymous asked: OMG! YOU’RE BACK!!! (I really hope you’re not trolling us again) If you aren’t, it’s super-duper awesome that you’re back! Anyway, I was hoping you’d write something with Jacob Frye? How about a modern au when Jacob lives in the apartment next to the fem reader, and they shut his water off and they have to borrow their shower. P.S. The reader is hardcore crushing on him.

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“Hey, neighbor?” There was knocking and quiet pleas from outside of your apartment door.

“One second!” you yelled as you rushed to the door. You gently turned the knob and pulled. As you looked up you felt your chest begin to tighten and you throat go bone dry. “J-Jacob.”

“Hey there (Y/N)!” he said with that devilish smile of his. “I’m sorry to be a pain, but I was wondering if I could maybe use your shower? You see, they shut off my water for some reason and I need to prepare for a date.”

You felt your heart sink as the last word flew from his lips to your ears. But you still remained none the less nervous. “Um, y-yeah sure.”

“Really? Aw thank you (Y/N)! You’re a life saver you know that!” He then walked in with his towel, robe, and shower caddy. “You know, I’m sorry if I smell awful. I just came back from the gym.”

“No, you’re fine,” you said as you lead him to the bathroom. When he got there he smiled at you. Do you think you could maybe stay and talk we me?”

You felt your cheeks begin to burn and your throat went dry again. “Well I um.”

“You don’t have to. I just didn’t want it to seem awkward with me in your flat using your shower.”

“And talking you while you’re naked, in my shower, and in my apartment isn’t awkward enough?”

Jacob showed off a cheeky grin. “Sorry love, I was just trying to help.”

You let out a sigh and turned around as he began to take off his robe. “I’ll stay, but don’t be surprised when you plan take a u turn.”

“Aw. There go my plans for having you wash my back.” You both let out a laugh as he started the water and stepped in.

“So, who’s the lucky lady?” you asked, trying to hide the jealousy in your voice.

“My sister,” he said. The hope came flooding back into you. “She may be lucky, but I’m not. You see, I also have to spend the night with her boyfriend!”

“Oh no,” you said in a mocking tone, “it must be the end of the world! The Jacob Frye doing something he doesn’t want to!”

“I know right!”

The two of you talked and talked until he was done showering. He then put his robe back on and walked into the hallway to meet you. “So, is it okay if I stay here to do my hair? I don’t want it to frizz up.”

You smirked. “Are you sure this is just an excuse to spend more time with me?” After thinking about what you said you mentally face palmed.

“Maybe it is.”

You two once again talked for a bit and even talked over a bit of coffee before he left for his room.

“So, Once the date is over, could I maybe call you?” he asked while leaning against the door frame. You were taken back, totally shocked he would suggest something like that with you of all people.

“Y-Yeah. That would be great.” You then put your number in his phone real quickly and parted ways. Once you closed the door you let out a squeal of excitement.

+++

It was around 10 at night when you got a phone call. You looked at the caller ID to see that it was Jacob.

“Oh, hey Jacob,” you said as you put your phone up to your ear.

“Hey (Y/N),” he replied.

“So how’d it go?”

“Great actually.” You could hear the grin in his voice. “My sister is now engaged.”

“Really? Congrats! You must be so proud!”

“I am,” he said. He then took in a deep breath. “So their wedding is in the spring, and I still need a date.” You felt your chest tighten in anticipation. “I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me.”

You processed that for a minute. Jacob Frye asking you out on a date. After all these months of liking him, you weren’t turning it down. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“It’s settled. Mark the date. It’s May 16th.”

“I will.”

“Good night, love.”

“Good night, Jacob.”

You hung up and slowly put the phone down as a grin slowly made its way to your face. You let out an excited yelp and began to dance around. “BEST DAY EVER!”

New idea to unlock: imagine that the reader wakes up in 1887 but insists that she comes from 2023, so she is locked up in a psychiatric asylum, she keeps trying to explain to her assigned doctor all the things that will arrive in the future, medical and technological advances, certain historical passages, the First World War and Jack the Ripper the bloody murderer.

Some patients believe her, so they ask her questions about the future, in the end she had gotten used to the routine and to her life in the asylum, she also lost hope of a return to her time.

Then news of someone named Jack the Ripper started to show up, and someone named Jacob Frye came to visit, pretending to be her husband.

I wanna kiss Jacob so badly, I need my goofy boi more ♡

AWWW it's so cutee 🖤🖤🖤

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Hii!!! I love your arts, especially the Jacob Frye x Y/N ones. Can you please do more Jacob Frye x grumpy!Y/N? I love the grumpy x sunshine trope🖤🖤🖤

L'une de mes Dynamique de couple préféré !

Imagine: Jacob becoming interested in you, and Evie teases him about it…

“Oh yes, Mr Green - That’s a fascinating idea,” Jacob imitated, stepping closer and closer to his sister with every word,“ Oh please, Mr Green, come and take a look at this book and stand oh so close to me, Mr Green.”

“Well, what of you and (Y/N)? It’s obvious you have taken a liking to her,” Evie retorted with a knowing smirk. Jacob’s mouth opened and closed, no sounds leaving his lips,“ Oh, (Y/N), you do look beautiful in your assassin robes - Oh (Y/N) stay near me, hold my hand, keep yourself safe so I can give you all my love next time I see you!”

“I don’t –” Jacob cut himself off, a slight blush dusting his cheeks,“ Oh, whatever…”

Imagine being a vampire and stimming while snuggling with Jacob by nibbling his neck like a giant kitty cat.

"What are you doing?"

"Nomnom"

Look at me, writing while in the car with family. This totally (not) a good idea!

But yes, the assassin with a vampire as a lover. Certainly an interesting duo!

I don't do mean to bring Evie in here, but Evie would be bonkers over a real vampire, not a children's tale or some scuff in The Ghost Club. A lot of questions from Evie and Jacob are to be expected.

And actually - I think that Jacob would be (mostly) fine with his s/o chewing on him. Maybe not his neck or where vital points are, but if he slips an old assassin's gauntlet with the blade removed onto his arm? Go ham.

If your fangs retracted, Jacob wouldn't have a total problem as long as you aren't going to randomly bite onto his jugular.

On topic of this - Jacob is fine with you feeding on him if it is on his wrist. Jugular or femoral artery? No thanks. But if you were desperate and it was day with no other choice, he'd offer is arm.

So, Jacob with a vampire lover. I'd rate him a solid 8/10 - two points deducted because he's a little skeptical you are a cannibal at the start.

AWWW this is so cute and precious

🥹🥹🥹

Could I get some nervous Jacob before his wedding to F!reader?

26/08/2024: Hello! Am I back? I shall try. I am not without . I just need to organise my time enough to write it all down. Hopefully, things will get better and more active from now on. A slow but steady process, I hope T__T But for now, enjoy!

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Nervous Jacob Frye Preparing for his Wedding...

His fingers fumbled with his bowtie. He’s tried to fix it six times now, each one more crooked than the last.

“Come on, you stupid thing…” Taking a deep inhale through his nose, he exhaled slowly, bathing briefly in the momentary wave of calm that washed over him.

Slowly, he starts again.

Cross, under. Fold, over. Under, through, pull…

Grabbing the two ears, he adjusts again, slowly this time.

A fluffy, forest green bow sat comfortably against his neck, the silk shimmering against the bright morning light refracting through the window.

The manor house was bustling downstairs; the preparation for the ceremony and reception was underway. Jacob had become overwhelmed with the set up and decided to get ready a few hours early, away from the constant bustle.

He examined his hair in the ornate mirror, brushing his fingers through his thick locks. He thought about the way you like his hair, and couldn’t stop fixing stray strands.

The last time he saw you was two days ago; bright and excited for 48 hours of parties and celebrations. Being apart for that long — the longest in a while — has made him as anxious as the day he confessed his love for you.

A knock at the door startled him. “Come in.”

Evie peeked through the door as it creaked open, a gentle smile on her face.

“How is the groom?” She teased.

“The groom… is currently having a heart attack.”

The joke eased the nervous atmosphere; a reminder that these nerves are proceeding a good thing, perhaps the best thing of Jacob’s life.

“Would you like a cup of tea or something? You have about an hour before you’re needed downstairs.”

“No, thanks.” He smiled appreciatively through the mirror. “But tell me…”

“Have the florists put up the bouquets in the hall?”

“They are the colour of wisteria and not lavender, right? Y/n doesn’t agree with lavender. She says it always gives her a funny look.”

“Are there enough chairs? I could probably run to get more if not…”

“Oh, and—”

“Jacob, shut up.” Evie cut him off with a knowing smile. “Everything is fine and going according to plan. You left me in charge, remember?”

He hummed. “Thank you, Evie.”

“… Do you think she’ll like it?”

Evie leaned against the bedpost of the four poster bed, her arms crossed. “I think she’ll love it. Truly, I do.”

She laughed. “If Henry doesn’t do half of these things, I frankly don’t want a wedding.”

Jacob chuckled, hands once again finding his bowtie before moving to his cream suspenders. “I’ll be sure to tell him.”

He sighed. “Christ, Evie… This is really happening.”

“Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are. Who would have thought you would meet someone more chaotic than you?”

“What’s life without a bit of chaos, eh?”

Evie shook her head smiling as she took her leave. “Wouldn’t change it for a thing.”