Taming the Wolf (Jacob Frye x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Forbidden Fruit, 33

Y/n silently waited for Jacob to return, she heard what sounded like bickering, before someone stomped off and the other walked inside the building.  Y/n was leaning against the wall of a tunnel below the building, hidden by the shadows.  Jacob rounded a corner, finding nothing, before finally calling out his girlfriend's name. 

She emerged in view, stepping towards him.  "What happened?"  She asked, worry filling her voice when she noticed his trodden-on expression.  He shrugged, dismissing it.  Y/n reached for his top hat, placing it on her head.  "That's better."  Y/n chuckled, as they both walked upstairs and into the pub.

"Ready for another round, my friend?"  A rather tipsy man asked his comrade, who nodded eagerly and waved his hand at the bartender who served another small platter of shots for them.  Y/n smirked, following Jacob like a lost puppy through the crowd.  Someone bumped into her shoulder, she snarled at them.  They backed down immediately and shrank off somewhere.  Good.

Jacob and Y/n were sitting side by side at the bar, both sipping drinks and talking about random things, for once, she wasn't trying to kI'll him or escape him for no reason.  The pair of lovebirds had eventually started playing Never Have I Ever.  "Never have I ever...killed a Rook."  Jacob smirked, knowing Y/n might have at some point.  She sighed, taking a large swig of her drink, grumbling at him about the time she did indeed murder a Rook.  He looked offended.  "Look, he was in the way of my bullet not my fault he came barreling around a corner and just so happened to get shot!"  Jacob rolled his eyes, a playful smirk filling his face.  "Like you wouldn't do it on purpose...riiigghhtt."  Y/n shrugged, noticing a drunk guy in the back giving her a look.  Jacob followed her gaze, glaring at him and pulling Y/n closer to himself  by wrapping an arm around her waist.  The other man took it as a challenge, standing and sauntering towards them.

"Ello, mate.."  The man slurred, reaching to touch Y/n's hair, which was exposed from her hood being down.  She growled, grabbing him hand and twisting.  He winced, pulling back.  "Hands off."  She whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.  He lingered around, before trying again.

"You ought to leave her alone unless you want to die tonight,"  Jacob laughed, watching the man squirm.  "Besides, she's mine.  Only.  Mine."  Jacob added, his tone and eyes darkening, as if he was about to murder this drunk guy.  

God, this guy was thick.  He just didn't get the idea.  He kept rebounding, always comin back.

Until Jacob looked at Y/n, who nodded, slammed his elbow into the drunk man's face as Y/n ducked her head out of the way.  The perv tried to smell her hair.

"Y/n, I think this guy needs a lesson on what's hi-"  Y/n interrupted him.  "Go for it.  Been dying for a fight anyways."  The two dragged the man into the next room over, the fight club.  He finally stood straight.  He was a couple inches taller than Jacob.  Nonetheless, Jacob signed himself up to fight against this drunken sod.  Once they were in the ring, he swung blindly.  Jacob dodged each one, striking back with twice the power and sending the man reeling.  Y/n cheered Jacob on from the sidelines.  

Soon, the poor sod was on the ground, his arm was broken as well as several dislodged vertebrae.  Jacob made sure he wouldn't bother Y/n anymore.

Y/n hugged him when he came out from the ring and replaced his shirt and cloak.  Taking his top hat off of Y/n's head and placing it upon his own.  "Nicely done...I would've done more breaking of bones though-"  "Y/n, I wanted to cripple him not kill him-"  "Still-"  "I know, but I'm not that brutal my Love."  He said, placing his forefinger and thumb under her chin, tilting it upwards.  He leaned and kissed her, pulling away and smirking.