Assassin's Creed Oneshots

Jacob Frye x Sick! Reader

Author's Note: I was sick when I began to write this, so hey, why not a story about the reader being sick and our beloved Jacob taking care of her? It's a nice short and sweet little story. Hope you enjoy!

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"Seriously (y/n), I have no idea how you managed to sick... In the middle of summer!" The younger twin chastised lightly, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. He shook his head at you as you sniffled and then sneezed.

"You know what Jacob, you can just- Achoo!" You were interrupted mid sentence by yet another sneeze. You glared up at the assassin as he chuckled at you and flashed you a smug grin.

"Would you like to try that sentence again?" He teased, he crossed his arms, his eyes glinting with mirth and amusement. In return, you sighed and shook you head, snuggling down into the blankets that were covering your shoving body. Yes, you weren't sure how in the world you managed it, but you caught a mild case of the flu. Just last week you were fine, running through the streets and along the rooftops with Evie, and then sitting in pub drinking with Jacob. Sometimes you cursed your luck as you were now confined to bed.

Your eyes began to slip closed until a sudden fit of coughs wracked your body, causing you to sit up suddenly. Jacob was at your side in an instant after having momentarily wandered off. Though he was joking around about your condition earlier, he was now standing over you with a look of concern in his dark maple eyes.

"God I hate being sick." You muttered once you stopped coughing, sniffling for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"I don't think God had anything to do with it." Replied Jacob, trying to make light of the situation as he pressed his hand to your cheeks and forehead once more. You savored the feeling of his fingers on your flushed skin and you wished his touches would linger longer.

You coughed once more and attempted to clear your dry throat. "I'm thirsty." You mumbled, half to yourself, half to the make assassin who silently vowed to take care of you to the best of his ability.

"I'll get you some water." He said suddenly, disappearing quickly into one of the other train cars. After a minute or so, he returned a glass in hand full of the clear liquid which you desired. You removed your hands from under the blanket and stretched them out in front of you to take the cup from him, which he handed over. Without a second thought, you hurriedly drank the entire contents. Even though your throat hurt, it was still nice to drink something.

With as content a sigh as you could manage, you fell back into the pillows and blankets once more. Your (color) eyes fluttered closed until you opened them once more to see Jacob still standing there, frankly, he looked unsure of what to do.

"You should lay down with me." You suggested, patting the space beside you. You couldn't help but giggle at the look the younger twin gave you though.

"This is a plan to get me sick, isn't it? I see what you're doing and it won't fool me!" He declared, crossing his arms stubbornly yet playfully, with a smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes.

"I won't get you sick, I just want to cuddle." You insisted and gazed up at him through your lashes. "Please...?" You all but begged, giving your best puppy dog face until it was ruined by yet another sneeze.

"Fine, fine, but if I DO get sick, I fully expect you to take care of me, love." He said with a chuckle, sliding into the bed with you. Instantly you curled into him, relishing the extra warmth his body provided.

"Mhm, sure." You nodded sleepily, placing your head and hands on his chest. "Let's just focus on making me feel better first though." A kiss was placed to the top of head and you smiled as you fell into a somewhat pleasant slumber.

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"Achoo!" Sniffle. "I told you that you'd get me sick."

"Oh shut it, Frye, and eat the damn soup."

"Yes, love."