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A/N: @resident-assassins-may-cry requested a story using the quote - “You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now.” I hope you like it! I’m a sucker for protective Jacob...
Words: 1,821
Warnings: mentions of abuse, blood
You always felt safe with Jacob fighting by your side. You two together were a force to be reckoned with and the Blighters knew that which is why they would always try to attack when you weren’t together.
There were plenty of times when you were caught off guard, but he always seemed to know when you were in trouble even taking you by surprise at times.
“Are you following me again, Mr. Frye?” you would ask him.
His response would always be a grin followed by one of his many phrases that would make you turn away and blush. “What else would I do with my time, love?”
This is how it had been for months now: inseparable and unstoppable and Jacob seemed keen on keeping it that way. Evie was happy about it because you kept him out of trouble…most of the time. Other times, trouble seemed to find you around every corner.
You were walking with Jacob when a man bumped into you and almost knocked you over. You were perfectly fine if a bit annoyed, but you weren’t hurt so you kept walking.
“Hey you!” Jacob shouts and you turn to find him facing the other direction trying to get the attention of the man who bumped you.
“Jacob, I’m fine. Let’s just go.” You grab his arm and try to pull him away but he was standing his ground even as the man rounded on him. It was then you noticed the colors he was wearing; he was a Blighter. “Jacob…please.” This was their territory and you would be sorely outnumbered if this escalated.
“The least this git can do is apologize,” he says looking at you then turning to face the very large man. “You nearly knocked the lady over. Apologize,” he demands, staring at the man with no fear in his eyes whatsoever.
“Y-you don’t have to, I’m fine really.” You force out a laugh and pull on Jacob’s sleeve. “Let’s get out of here…”
“Listen to your little girl there, mate, or something bad will happen.” The man moves closer to Jacob and you notice that a few more Blighters have appeared, walking towards the three of you. You were so focused on them that you didn’t see when the larger man punched Jacob, knocking him to his knees.
The loud grunt snapped you back to the man nearest you, “Jacob!”
“I’m fine,” he says getting to his feet slowly. Suddenly his eyes widen and he shoves you out of the way, sending you an apologetic glance when he sees he’s pushed you to the ground. “Sorry about that, love.” The words are spoken quickly as he dodges another swing from the Blighter.
You stand and brush yourself off only to be met with a blade slicing dangerously close to your face. “Really?” you ask, annoyed. “I just wanted to take a nice walk…” You twist your opponent’s wrist, making them cry out in pain and drop the knife, “…but no. Now I have to deal with you lot!” The next twist breaks his arm and leaves him whimpering on the ground.
You try to get back to Jacob’s side but there seems to be Blighters everywhere you turn. It was easy enough dealing with one or two, but this may be one time you have to escape. You call out to Jacob but he was dealing with his own problems.
Fighting your way through a few more, you inch yourself closer and call him again. He looks this time but his eyes are focused on something or someone behind you. By the time you turn to see what it is, there’s a large arm wrapped around you and cold steel pressed to your throat. Jacob calls your name and lands one last punch before making his way over to you.
“Stop right there, Rook,” your captor presses his blade into your neck even more making you wince. “Any closer and I won’t think twice about slicing her from ear to ear.”
Jacob lifts his hands, “Let her go. You can have me. You can kill me…but her…you can’t.”
“I’ll do what I please,” the man says, sniffing your hair and grabbing you lecherously. He sees Jacob step forward and the blade digs into your neck, drawing blood. “What did I say?”
“I’m the leader of the Rooks, take me! She’s innocent in all this…” Jacob’s voice was calm, but his face was easy to read. He was furious.
“Innocent? Is that why one of my men is lying there with a broken arm?” His grip on you tightens and you stand as still as you can, feeling the blood from your wound drip down your shirt. “What she so important to you for anyway? Are you…ah, wait a minute! I get it now. Love hurts, don’t it?”
Jacob steps forward again, bristling with anger, “LET HER GO!”
“Jacob!” you shout, voice trembling slightly, “It’s okay…I’ll be okay…”
The tension in his body seems to disappear as you speak to him; it completely vanishes when he looks at you.
“You follow and she dies, Jacob.” The man pulls you then pushes you in front of him as he turns, looking back repeatedly to keep an eye on Jacob. You look back at him as well and you can see how hard it is for him to watch this. You nod and smile then turn away before the tears fall.
“You took her from Jacob Frye?!” You could hear a woman’s voice through the door, scared and angry. “We’ll all be dead before tomorrow!”
There seemed to be several people approaching the room you were locked in per the footsteps you could hear. You shuffle back to the corner awkwardly as your hands were tied behind your back. They had made sure to treat you the roughest way possible and you were in pain, but you couldn’t let them see that. The door opens and you stare down at the floor.
“What do we with her?” one of them asks. “Rough her up a little then send her back? Send a message?”
“Whatever you do, make it quick. I don’t need her to be seen like this if he shows up…” The woman looks at you then walks out of the room, leaving you alone with your captor. As he moves closer to you, you instinctively bring your knees up and press yourself against the wall more.
“I won’t hurt you too bad if you don’t fight, poppet.” He laughs and you can only close your eyes and pray for it be over soon.
You didn’t want to look weak, but you were scared and alone…and you missed Jacob. The first hit wasn’t so bad though it made your lip bleed. You spit blood onto the floor and look up at the man which only seems to anger him because the kick in your side takes your breath away.
Sprawled out on the floor, hands tied behind your back – there was nothing you could do…so you cried. You called for Jacob quietly, ignoring the pain shooting through your body.
The man was breathing heavily above you now. You both hear a crash downstairs and he takes one last look at you before running out of the room. Cries of pain could be heard but the last thing you were thinking of was moving; it’s not like you could do much any.
You nearly scream when someone burst into the room, curling into a fetal position and begging quietly. “Please…please…”
“God no,” Jacob says. Wait…Jacob! You open your eyes and see him kneeling at your side touching you gently. “D-did he…” You knew what he was going to ask and shake your head. He sighed in relief as he cut your hands free and helped you into a sitting position. He pushes your hair out of your face and inspects it, “Oh…I’m so sorry, love…”
“Jacob,” you whimper before bursting into tears and falling against him.
“You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now.” He lifted you with ease, taking care not to hurt you in anyway. You rested against him and closed your eyes. “I’ve got you…”
You awaken in a soft bed and hear light snores coming from somewhere near you. Jacob is slumped in a chair, arms folded across his chest, head tilted in a way that he’ll probably regret once he wakes. You smile and try to turn over only to realize that your entire upper body had been bandaged. There was no getting up right now so you grab a pillow and throw it at Jacob, startling him.
“I’m here, I’m here!” he shouts as he stands quickly. He looks at you and you start to laugh. “Not funny.” He sits on the edge of the bed with a sigh. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling okay. A little annoyed with these bandages though.” You pull on them but Jacob grabs your hand.
“Stop it, you’ve a few broken ribs there.” He shakes his head, “I should have killed him when I had the chance. This wouldn’t have happened…”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Jacob…”
“I’m not!” He turns to you and immediately calms himself down, “I’m not…I should have protected you.”
“You did something better, you saved me.” You take one of his hands in yours and kiss it. “Thank you.”
“I’d do it all again.” He stands to leave, “I’ll let you get some more rest. Just shout if you need anything.”
“Wait…” You felt a little selfish but you wanted him to yourself for now, “Can you stay with me?” He walks away and you thought maybe you had done something wrong, but he comes back to the bed with the pillow you threw at him in hand.
“Make some room,” he says and you slide over carefully. “Ohhh that’s nice.” His eyes close and he puts one arm behind his head as he lies down.
“Comfortable?”
“Very much so.” He places his hand on your side gently, “I would take this pain for you if I could.”
“I know, Jacob. I know.” You place your hand over his, “Tell me a story…”
“What kind of story? Surely not one about me.”
“Anything. I just…just…I like to listen to you speak. Your voice, it relaxes me.” You can feel yourself blushing.
“Well, that’s a first,” he jokes. “Hmm, let’s see…oo I’ve got one…”
Jacob tells you stories for the rest of the night until you fall asleep. When you wake up, he’s gone but there are flowers by the bed with a note.
You’ll never have to worry about me running out of stories to tell because I’m sure I’ll write plenty of them with you.
It was a simple note but it made your heart sing, it gave you butterflies, it gave you hope. Your story with Jacob Frye was just beginning with no end in sight.
         Their mocking laughs echoed against the alley’s cold, brick walls. One of them spat something inaudible as they stepped off the curb, their voice dripping with disgust and hatred for what you were; a Rook. It sent shivers racking through your battered and bruised body, pulling a groan from your dry throat.
      Your eyes squeezed shut as the throbbing pain caused your stomach to lurch. You swallowed the sickening feeling the best you could but it remained, twisting its way into tight knots. Your fingers clutched your side, blood still oozing into your hand, the heat warming your clenched digits bringing with it an odd sense of comfort. Your eyes wandered down to the balled clothing, staring helplessly at it. The green of your coat had turned an awful brown color that continued to slowly spread and all you could think of was how hard it was going to be to get the stain out.
      The splash of boots in a nearby puddle caught your attention next, your head spun in the direction of the noise causing your eyes to desperately regain focus. Your heart jumped to your throat seeing as your sight fell to his familiar features, a sense of relief falling over your aching form.
      “Y/N!” His rough voice rung with worry as he rushed to kneel down before you. His gloved hand reached out, gingerly cupping your cheek and tipping your head up to get a look at the cuts that littered your face. You could only imagine how you looked; you knew your right eye was almost swollen shut and your bottom lip was split but for the rest you couldn’t be sure.
      “Jacob.” You greeted, your voice almost joking as a smile pushed its way to your dry lips, opening the wound even more.
      Although his hood cast a shadow across his face you could still see his furrowed brow and his concerned brown eyes as they met your own. “Who did this to you, love?” He asked quietly, trying to hide the fury brewing within him.
      You didn’t answer. Instead your free hand pressed against his cheek in a hope to sooth his oncoming rage. The last thing you wanted was for him to get hurt trying to settle a score for you. “It’s alright” you whispered.
      He was about to say something when a high pitched whistle rang in your ears, snapping hold of Jacob’s attention. He voice became a throaty growl as he spoke, “Blighters. Bloody Bastards.”
      “Jacob, please.” You whimpered, trying desperately to halt him.
      A smirk spread across his lips as he sprung to his feet. His vengeful eyes locked onto his targets, like a predator with its prey, and without another word to you he began stalking towards the group. “Rooks! With me!” He called as he waved his hand, a group of green jackets hurriedly forming around him. Blades glinted in the dim light of London as they crossed the street and civilians began scurrying away from the gang fight that was about to ensue.
