Assassin's Creed Imagines

The Stolen Top Hat - Part 1 (Jacob x Reader)

You knew something was horribly wrong when you heard Jacob enter the train listing every curse word under the sun, as he threw and kicked objects in his path. Concern grew within you, as you could tell by Jacob's behavior something serious had happened. You peeped out your doorway to get a glimpse of the commotion, and as you expected, you saw Jacob furiously stomp through the train towards your carriage. His fiery gaze slightly cooled as it met yours. "They have robbed me of my most prized possession." He sobbed, you frowned at his words. "Well, besides you, love." You smiled, pleased with his words. However, the smile soon faded into a more serious look.

"What have you lost?" you questioned. He took in a deep breath, causing your concern to grow.

"It is not LOST, it was stolen from me! The bastard Blighter stole my top hat!" His shouts echoed through the train. "He was too bloody fast to catch, God only knows where it is now." He sighed. You shot him a confused look, all this fuss was over a top hat? You could not believe Jacob was truly serious.

"Can you not just purchase another one?" you questioned, his mouth widened, shocked at your lack of concern. 

He pointed at you, "I have had that top hat since I first arrived in London. It was given to me as a gift, nothing could ever replace such a beauty." He wailed frantically wave his hands in the air. You stared at your partner for a bit, you could tell by his expression that he was upset and you knew he would be moping around for weeks. You quickly neatened your desk and picked up your weapons. "Where are you going?" Jacob's glossy hazel eyes stared into your (e/c) ones. Once you had gathered all of your gear you walked out of your room.

"To get back your precious top hat." You replied as you pulled him with you. A wide grin grew on Jacob's face, as he squeezed your hand.