Assassins creed x reader one-shots

Jacob Frye x Reader [Dirty Cheater]

((JACOB POV))
I carried the unconscious man to the train at a stop in the city. Their body wasn't too heavy, yet they were built to withstand a storm I had to admit. I had them over my shoulder as I walked down the Alleyways to the train station. Luckily it was 1:00 am, Agnes and the train should be coming through here shortly. I stood on the platform with a few weird glances from drunkards, People just arriving, and thieves. The train roared up and stopped as I stepped onto the train and laid them down on the couch in the general sitting area, it seemed Evie hadn't come back yet. The train continued along. my main worry shifted to getting them awake and alert.

"Evie?" I called in a whispered out in a semi yell. I can never be too safe from getting my ass handed to me by vocal assault. I grabbed the kit from the baggage compartment and got to work on his arm, at least he was out while I worked. I watched his breathing now and again to make sure he was still alive. As I was looking at his chest I noticed something around his neck, a necklace. I focused on one thing at a time, I finished wrapping gauze and cotton around his wound. Stood up and looked at him from above, His forearm wasn't bleeding anymore so my focus shifted to the wound on his chest that was still weeping blood. The blighter managed to cut through his shirt and what looked like bandages. Was he already injured before this fight?  I took another look and I figured I would replace the bandages on his chest-

"Jacob. Ethan. Frye.." I felt my neck heat up quickly.
"Oh.. you're home early..." Her gaze was flickering between me and the unconscious man on the couch.
"You know you can't just bring anybody into our space! They could be a blighter, or worse a templar!" She whispered to me.

"I highly doubt that not to mention I have enough morals to not let someone bleed out because of a templar... Not to mention it just happened I was at the ring-" 

"Well, when they? He? whatever wakes up and holds a blade to your throat I won't be there to save you."

"I wasn't asking you to do that!" I whisper yelled at her, her eyes focused on him as I heard him shift.  I looked over my shoulder and saw him trying to sit up. 

((READER POV))
I sat up slowly in a cold sweat only to be met by a sharp pain in my midsection. I gasped for air, my hand instantly went over the long cut and felt the sting underneath my bandages. Shit.

"Woah! Woah! Easy! you got hurt. let me help." A man was trying to talk to me I turned away from him. I spaced out and watched blood seep onto my hands and my shirt.
"p-please no..." I hoarsely spoke, everything burned.

"I'm not gonna let you die on my train, I'll kick you off and you can go bleed out in an alley..." A woman over his shoulder spoke up, she looked to be related to him, and it felt like the room was moving. I nodded in compliance looking between the two of them. The man reached for my top without thinking I grabbed his wrist.

"You need stitches, it going to hurt and it will most likely get infected if I don't." I looked at him. Shit, shit, shit. I nodded, letting go of his hand shakily letting him unbutton my shirt. He helped me sit up took it off my arms placing it on the side. I watched him take this liquid placing it onto a rag the familiar smell hit my nose, I knew what it was. He rang it out onto the cut on my torso causing me to arch my back. I grunted as he let up on it.

"This is going to probably hurt a lot, so stop squirming" She was too quick for me to react, my arms were pinned above my head as she leaned all of her weight onto my forearms to bend over the couch arm. I nodded and held onto the woman's coat shakingly. He took out a needle and threaded it. He pushed the need through my skin, it burned and I moved on accident.

"F-FUCK!" That was all I could say. they both looked taken aback by my sudden voice. I was assuming that they thought I was mute. My knuckles turned white from grabbing onto her coat, I took steady huffs of air as he worked quickly.