Idk what to call this: the fanfic
You wait outside your home in London, dressed in a stunning, albeit restrictive dress. As a Rook, this was not your usual attire. But Jacob had bought you the most expensive dress he could find. It was green velvet with gold details, the colors that represent his beloved gang.
Where was he? He had told you to wait outside your home at 8:00 on the dot, but it was quickly approaching 9:00. You sigh and shake your head.
Suddenly, a royal carriage turns onto the street. And who was driving? None other than Jacob, dressed in his best suit. You laugh as he pulls up in front of you.
“A royal carriage? Does the queen know?”
“Well, I suppose she shall find out soon enough.” He said.
“You stole a royal carriage!?” You gasp.
He tutted at you, smirking. “Borrowed, my dear. I fully intend to return it! And in one piece, as well!”
He dismounts the carriage and opens the door. He offers his hand to you to help you get inside the carriage.
“My lady.” He smiles as you take his hand. Once seated inside the carriage, he winks. “By the way, don’t open the curtains. I want to surprise you.“
Excited for what Jacob had in store for you, you quickly pull his head inside and give him a peck on his tender lips, a shiver running down your back with the passion you felt he kissed you back with. He winks at you, the master assassin’s cheeks turning ever-so-slightly red.
“Be a good girl.” He commands gently. He shuts the carriage door, leaving you in the gentle light of a flickering candle. You decide to adjust your décolletage, bringing the it scandalously low for Victorian times. Jacob had no particular interest in your breasts, but you knew it would make him blush again. And what a perfect and pure blush he had! You particularly enjoyed looking at him when he blushed. You take satisfaction in the fact that you can make notorious gang leader Jacob Frye blush like a school girl.
As you entertain this thought, the carriage comes to a stop. You wait patiently for Jacob to open the door and lead you out of the carriage. When the door finally opens, something is different about Jacob. You quickly pick up on the fact that his hair is neatly combed, and there is no sign of his usual top hat.
“Why, Sir Jacob Frye! You’ve combed your hair!” You exclaim, taking his hand.
“Indeed, I have Y/N.” He blushes as he walks you towards an empty pub. The pub is candlelit and only occupied by a handful of Rooks playing music. A table is set with your favorite food and drink, and Jacob’s favorite beer was waiting nearby.
He walks you into the pub proudly, pulls out your chair, and bows his head to you. You take a seat, and he pushes your chair back into place. He sits across from you and smiles.
A while, and a few tankards of beer later, you and Jacob are dancing merrily to the music played by a few Rooks. As another song comes to an end, you and Jacob laugh. A slow song starts up, but Jacob quickly quiets the band.
“Now why’d you do that?” You slur, giggling.
“Because… well… I have something to ask you…” Jacob blushed. Coming a bit more to your senses, you look at him. He looks back to you, and you see how anxious he looks in the firelight.
“Y-yes..?” You ask tentatively. He reaches into his pocket and slowly drops to one knee. You can hardly believe what is happening. You sober up immediately as he presents you with a ring.
“Y/N… Will you marry me?”