#ve!jake

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: A collection of one-shots, drabbles, and thoughts/thots about all things related to Victorian Era!Jake "Hangman" Seresin.

Content Warnings: Victorian Era, Historical inaccuracies, Pining, Yearning, Balls, Parental abuse, smut, fluff, and angst. More warnings will be added as time goes on.

All posts will be tagged as "Victorian Era!Jake" and "VE!Jake".

*Denotes smut.

Masterlist

One-shots;

Nothing to see here yet...

Drabbles;

Jake unlaces your corset...

You give birth...

Jake doesn't like to share...

Love at first sight...

Your corset is too tight...

You're exhausted...

VE!Jake with his newborn...

You sleep in your room...

Thoughts/Thots;

Jake gets turned on by ankles...

Jake with his daughter...

YES, NONNY, YES!!!!!!

Fuck, I love the idea of Victorian Era!Jake. I think he and DHTN!Jake are very similar in a lot of ways, but this VE!Jake is, in my mind, part of the elite class. His family comes from money but I almost picture him as the rakish eldest son that his dad loved because he was the only boy, but also wished he would show more decorum.

Then he meets you, this seemingly quiet, well behaved lady that he has no interest in getting to know because surely you're just like all the other vapid ladies, more concerned with the color of your dress than anything interesting. But then Bradley makes a very distasteful joke about his...utensils when drunk at a party one night and he hears your quiet laugh that you quickly disguise as a cough, and he looks over to see you hiding your grin behind your glass of wine and now? Now he's intrigued.

But anyway, fast forward to you giving birth, and YES, NONNY!!! Jake has never given a damn about social etiquette and he's not about to start now. Not when you need him. I imagine that you're in active labor by this point, and he's pacing outside, going mad from the sounds of your screams and crying, but then he hears you call his name, and he's off before anyone can stop him. He bursts into the room, ignoring the midwife and her assistant telling him to leave, and he positions himself right behind you, wiping your sweat-soaked hair out of your face as tears are streaming down your face, and he wishes with every fiber of his being that he could take the pain away from you.

Instead, he gives you his hand to squeeze, ignoring the crushing pain of your grip as you begin bearing down, and he's whispering sweet nothings into your ear about how amazing you are and how good you're doing and how it's almost over, just a little more, my love. And then with a final push, the two of you hear the wailing of the baby and Jake swears he's never been prouder.

No because like yes???

I think more often than not, Dearest ends up in Jake's room, and he just starts referring to it as "our room" when talking with her.

Nonny, oh my GOD. Honestly, this has been sitting here in my inbox for a while and it's purely because I got so excited about it and then forgot to answer lmaooooooo

But fuck, dude. Imagine him dancing with you all night, stealing you away from any man that would want to have a turn with you with the excuse of "I need to speak with my wife about matters most urgent. You understand." And then not even stopping and waiting for an answer before he's whisking you away for another dance, hand pressing you against him just a little more than would be considered appropriate.

And then at the end of the night when everyone has gone home and you're getting ready for bed in your own bedroom, he slips in, dismissing your maid or whatever for the night as he gives you a knowing smirk. He helps take your hair down, planting kisses down your neck as he helps you stand, shifting to stand behind you. He takes his time undoing each row of the corset, nuzzling into your neck from behind and you can feel him pressed up against your back, your breath turning ragged as he finally gets it undone and slips it off of you. He whirls you around, the green of his eyes almost completely gone as he gazes down at you with pure hunger before leaning in for that long awaited kiss of the night.

First of all, I love that we're writing novel length asks for this concept lmaooooooo

So, one thing that's very interesting about the corsets that a lot of people don't realize is that they were not meant to be tight. Corsets were meant to be support items like bras. You had to be able to move around in them and do things, so it wouldn't make sense for them to be suffocating or restrictive. I know we all want the Pirate's of the Caribbean scene where she feints, but my loves, that's just not realistic, and if you've been following me for a while, you'll know that I try to be as realistic with my historical AUs as possible.

Now, with that being said, I could see someone tying reader's corset waaaayyyyy too tight just to be vindictive!

And you're right. Jake would be absolutely livid once he finds out. He'd be so gentle with reader, stroking his hands up down your sides in a bid to soothe you as you catch your breath. He'd kiss the frustrated tears away, urging you to lay back as he strokes your hair and whispers those sweet nothings. He'd gather you up in his arms and just let you cry out the frustrations.

Now, I imagine that it would actually be Reader's mother who did this. I picture her as very controlling, wanting everything to be just so in the name of the family's honor. I'm not sure if she approves of Jake, but does know that he's from a very well-to-do and respected family, so maybe she's upset because Reader told her no about something. Mother knows best, after all, so how dare her daughter tell her no!

No because you're so right. It doesn't matter how long the two of you have been together, he does NOT like it when you talk to other people for too long.

You've been talking with Bradley for five minutes now, and of COURSE Jake knows there's nothing to worry about, but that doesn't mean he likes when your attention is on anyone other than him. He'd walk across the room, calmly so as not to attract too much attention, sidle up right next to you, knocking your fingers with his before placing that same hand around your shoulder in a bid to steer you away.

"If you'll excuse us," he says curtly to Bradley, staring the other man down, daring him to object, "I have some urgent business to discuss with my wife."

Bradley let's out a guffaw as Jake leads you away to the other side of the room, making a point to stare straight ahead as you look at him incredulously.

"What was so important that you had to pull me away from my conversation?" You scowl at him once the two of you are tucked away in a corner. Jake smirks at you, running his knuckles over his cheeks as he gazes at you fondly.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, darlin'?" He whispers. You arch a brow at him.

"Yes," you huff, "several times. In fact, it always seems to be when I'm paying attention to someone other than yourself."

Jake pouts at you, giving you an imploring look. "I just miss you when you aren't beside me."

No, because you GET IT. Like, VE!Jake and Reader (we need to figure out a nickname) are so similar to Hangout (aka DHTN!Jake and Scout), but while Scout knows that DHTN!Jake is interested in her on some level, I think VE!Reader is very dense when it comes to that and automatically assumes that Jake can't possibly be genuinely interested in her, and that she's merely a passing fancy. He'll lose interest after a while, right? Wrong.

Jake is smitten because while all the other ladies within earshot of Bradley's crude joke look at him with horror and disgust, he hears the snicker from the side of the room, and looks just in time to see you covering your mouth and fake a cough, but he sees the way your lips twitch into a smile as you sip your drink. He watches you the rest of the night, sees how you stay tucked against the wall, smiling shyly at the daring souls who venture over to ask you for a dance, and he sees the way you grin as you twirl around the room, and damn, does he want you to smile at him. He doesn't venture over though, no. He has to babysit a drunk Bradley, and for once he finds his friend's drunken acts irritating instead of amusing.

He sees you again a few days later in town as he's walking through the park with Bradley, his eyes immediately locking onto where you stand amongst the flowers. He imagines this is what angels must look like, and he stops walking without realizing it, the only thing to bring him back is Bradley shaking his shoulder. His friend notices what he's looking at and scoffs with a roll of his eyes.

"She's not your type," he warns Jake, earning a glare.

"Oh, do tell," Jake grumbles back, shaking off his friend's hand.

"She's too proper, too..." Bradley pauses, looking at you with a thoughtful expression, "too innocent."

Jake says nothing, eyes wandering over to you once more with a grimace. Your fingers come up to cup one of the pink roses, a small smile tugging at your lips as you lean forward to smell the flower. Jake feels something ache in his chest at the sight, and he's vaguely aware of Bradley watching him.

"Don't start anything you aren't ready to see through," Bradley warns. "And don't be surprised if she wants nothing to do with you given your...reputation."

Jake snorts, casting a sideways glance to the brunette.

"I don't know what you mean," he lies, earning another eye roll.

"Of course you don't. Now when should I have Nat make the introductions?"

"I don't need help," Jake smirks, rolling his shoulders back. Before Bradley can stop him, he's already marching over to where you stand, your friends, Natasha included, catching sight of him with interest as he walks right past them. He slows as he gets closer to you, nerves suddenly filling him as he stops. You don't turn to acknowledge him, and to Jake, it looks like you're lost in your own, little world.

"Hello," he utters, causing you to jump and turn around. Your eyes widen in shock at the sight of him, your back straightening as you wait for him to continue. He cringes internally at how awkward things feel suddenly - he's usually much better at this.

"Ready to go home, my love?" Jake asks.

She only hums and nods a little. They finish the song, then say goodbye to a few people and they get the carriage. His wifey falls asleep as soon as the carriage door closes, snuggled soundly into Jake's side as he caresses her arm and kisses her head.

*Slams fist onto the table with a loud bang* THIS IS THE CONTENT WE NEED! Now who's writing it? Just kidding, I know it's me lol

Anyway, yes!! And he has wifey wrapped up in his arms the whole way home, and then he doesn't have the heart to wake her, so he carries her into the mansion house and up to their bedroom. He takes her shoes off and helps her change into her night dress. Then he lets her hair down, taking her hairbrush and running it through her strands as he tells her all about the funny thing Bradley did the other day at the gentlemen's club, knowing full well wifey is barely hanging on to conciousness as he talks and takes care of her. Soon, the gentle sound of her light snores fill the room, and Jake smiles.