Jacob Frye x Reader

Chapter Seven: My Gallant Knight King of the Rooks

A/N: I'm sorry I lied, no smut this time ): next time I promise. I got too carried away with the fluff to add in the smut

Ok, so I have no idea where this came from, I'm from Wisconsin right, so I was hanging out at the Dells and I had some down time and I just started typing and this just happened.

Watch out, kind of trigger warning.

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Over time, going on missions together became a usual event for Jacob and Reader, they where near inseparable. When Jacob wasn't looking, Reader would swoon over him and vice versa. Jacob never was very good at asking to court a woman (or was very knowing of how to go about it) and he surely didn't want to be rejected. Reader is a lovely, dainty, skilled assassin who he, Jacob Frye the greatly feared, bruit, assassin, gang leader of the Rooks was brought down to wobbly knees by when she spoke to him.

During Templar hunts, and pursuing gang strongholds they would start on either end of the Blighter territory and use their signature methods to meet in the middle. On child liberation missions, their true love for each other would show. Sometimes Reader would catch Jacob freeing the children, and the way the kids cheer for him, and how much they look up to him made her heart melt. And when Jacob would watch Reader rescue the kids she was so kind and gentle with them the way she cooed, sweet reassuring words to them made him fall deeper in love with her every time.

During one bounty hunt, they met with Sargent Fredrick Abberline quite by accident; they met up with each other after finishing a cargo highjack and a cargo escort. Jacob strolls down the side walk with his eyes set on the beautiful (H/C) figure dressed in white sauntering towards him, "Nicely done Read, I wasn't sure you could handle the hijack" she gave him a light punch on the shoulder and a smile in reply.

" Oh shut up Jacob" Jacob glances down the alley they had stopped next to and did a double take at a gentleman dressed sharply leaning against the wall with a smoking pipe lit, and hanging off of his lip. His hat is tilted and down, and his spectacles balanced on the bridge of his nose.

" Oh..." Jacobs eyes had locked on the figure and as a smile crept across his face. He glances at Reader and then back at the man leaning against the wall while throwing his arm tightly around Reader and pointing towards the gentleman.

"See him? Lets go give Freddy a little visit", Reader's face had been dusted a light pink blushing at his embrace, but soon came back to reality.

"Wait, 'Freddy'? You mean to tell me that's Sargent Abberline?"

" What you can't tell? He's in one of those ridiculous disguises again" he assures her while rolling his eyes.

" Huh... " Reader replies still in disbelief. He led the way over to the man puffing away at the pipe. Jacob strolled confidently up to the figure with arms out wide and practically yelled, " FREDDY!"

The man looked up at the two assassins walking towards him.

As they approach him he removes the pipe from his mouth and answers in an extremely forced old man voice, "Who is this Freddy?"

"Oh c'mon Freddy you can drop the act its only us."

Sargent Fredrick's composure dropped and returned to his normal demeanor, "Thank you Jacob, now my cover is blown"

"Who's there to be hiding from?" Jacob asks with his arms out questioningly.

Fredrick replied to Jacob with a frown but turned to Reader and nods his head, "Hello Reader"