I do not own any Assassin's Creed characters but I do own Moira Haywood.

A/n: Hello, everyone! I decided to do another little oneshot with Jacob and Moira after another event that has happened to me. I found out that if I vent my emotions through writing, I get better results. I was up very late... like almost 3 a.m. writing this so be kind since I was very tired. I did go through and edit it to make it more presentable. I hope you all enjoy!


The day was dreary and so was the mood of a young Assassin who sat in her window, reading a book as she normally did whenever she was upset. Moira felt like she could drown herself in her fantasies instead of facing real life. In her fantasies, she could never get hurt or be sad. A place where she could that special someone who treated her right. She let out a sigh and placed her book in her lap, remembering back to a few days ago. She had a close friend who had betrayed her greatly. A gentleman that she had met in the pub after one of her missions one night. They had things in common when it came to literature and they would have deep discussions on the material. It also seemed he showed romantic interest in her to which she didn't mind at all.

Though there was a period of time where Moira had to travel to Croyden to do a few odd jobs for George Westhouse to where she was gone for a period of time. She didn't have a chance to notify the man who she had spoken with. Once Moira had returned from her mission, she went to the pub where she knew he would be and her heart fell when she saw him with another woman. Moira decided to approach him to speak to him. When he noticed her presence, he looked at her with disdain which Moira was taken aback. He said that he had nothing left to do with her and that he didn't want to see her face again. This upset the Assassin greatly and she left the pub in a hurry to go home. It has been at least a couple days where Moira locked herself in her room. Her father tried to have her come down for meals until he decided to leave her tea and meals by the door, knowing that she wasn't going to show her face any time soon.

Moira looked out at the stormy clouds, hearing thunder in the distance. Her chest felt constricted as she thought of him and felt choked up with tears. She hated feeling this and just wanted this despair to go away. She reopened her eyes to gaze back out at the approaching storm, admiring its beauty. She was then startled when she saw a cheeky smile pop up from the bottom of her window. She could hear him laugh heartily while this made her purse her lips into a pout.

"You really know how to woo a woman, Jacob Frye," Moira sighed as she crossed her arms, slightly glaring at him.

"I try my best," Jacob replied removing his hood to look at her better, "Where have you been the last few days? Evie was wondering where you went."

Moira's pout fell to a frown and looked away, "I've... been in my room... feeling rather glum."

Jacob cocked a scarred brow before pulling himself up to balance himself in her window, "Why, Moira?"

"I... liked someone who I thought liked me back... but..." Moira started but bit her lip and gripped her skirts in her hands, "But I was wrong..."

Jacob could feel his heart sink as she said this but placed a hand on her cheek to bring her face to look at him. He could see tears streaming down her cheeks. He couldn't let this woman cry. She was too beautiful to cry. He wipe away the tears that fell then gazed into her eyes.

"Forget about him, love," Jacob replied softly, "He can't see the worth in you. You will find someone who loves you."

Moira looked into his soft hazel eyes and sniffed, "I don't know anymore, Jacob..."

Jacob let out a deep breath then stroked some hair away from her face, "Get dressed and tidy up, love. I'm going to take you out."

"I really don't want to, Jacob..." Moira replied looking down.

"You've been trapped in your room for days, you need to get out," Jacob said bringing her gaze back to his, "It will do you good to be out and about."

Moira glanced into his eyes to show that he was being serious about taking her out. She was happy at how concerned Jacob was of her. He wanted the best for her well being and did so much just to make her smile. She knew that she couldn't brush off his kindness right now. Not after all he has done for her.

She nodded and gave him a weak smile, "All right, Jacob. Just let me get ready."

"I'll wait outside for you," Jacob replied placing a small kiss on her forehead before carefully jumping down the side of the house.

Moira began to dress in her Assassin clothing since they would be a lot more comfortable than skirts and a corset and put her hair up into a tight bun with a braid wrapped around it. After she was finished, she left her room then descended the stairs to meet with Jacob outside. As soon as her foot touched the bottom step, her father noticed her from the living area.

"Moira dear!" James chirped while lowering his newspaper, "You are up and about!"

Moira smiled sheepishly with a nod, "Yes, Jacob has stopped by to see if I was all right and has come by to take me out."

She could see the smirk under her father's bushy moustache and beard and he spoke up, "Jacob has always been such a nice young man and always looking out for you, dear."

Moira blushed as he said that and nodded, "Yes, I am happy to have him in my life."

"Seems he fancies you, dearest," James said smiling more, "Probably fancies you a lot."

"What?" Moira asked, not understanding what her father meant.

"Nothing at all, darling," James chuckled, "Go on and have fun now. Don't want to keep the lad waiting."

"Oh! Yes!" Moira gasped as she headed towards the door, "I will see you later, father!"

When he heard the door open and close, James Haywood smiled to himself, "Ah, young love."

Moira stepped outside into the cold breeze to see Jacob looking up at the sky that had stormy clouds. Moira stood next to him and gazed up at the sky. Moira usually loved rain storms but she felt like there was a storm inside herself right now. Jacob glanced down at Moira, seeing her face contort with a frown. He decided to break her out of the mess in her head.

"You look lovely, Moira," Jacob spoke up softly.

Moira blushed and shifted her feet a little, "Thank you, Jacob."

She could feel his arm wrap around her shoulder and walked out of her yard, "Let's take your mind off this nonsense."

Moira's lips turned to a smile then nodded in reassurance. Jacob had taken her down to the shoppes and let her go into any shop she wanted. Moira was a little apprehensive at first because she didn't want to bore Jacob but he reassured her that she couldn't do that. They had gone into a hat shop since Moira was thinking of getting a new hat for nice ocassions that she usually attended with her father. She couldn't find one but she grabbed a top hat, only to plop it on top of Jacob's head. He looked up at it then smirked back down at Moira. She giggled and said that a top hat suited him. Jacob chuckled at her antic then looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the hat she had picked for him. She called him a true gentleman as he checked himself out in the mirror then saw him take off the hat. He turned to her, only to lean in close to her ear and said that a gentleman shouldn't just be judged by his clothing but by his actions. She could feel her breath catch in her throat while her face grew warm. She couldn't help but feel strange at times when Jacob would get close to her but it was nothing bad. In fact, she enjoyed the close contact. She had noticed that when he leaned in close to her, he was putting the hat back where she grabbed it from.

They had left the shop and decided to leave for another one. Those words still rang in her head. She did see Jacob as a gentleman even though he was extremely reckless and can be crass. She knew from his sister that he would gamble, drink and attend fight clubs to get money, a lifestyle his father thought poorly of. Though she has never seen him do this, she wasn't discouraged by his choices. He treated her with the upmost respect and regarded her as a lady. Even though he would tease her relentlessly when they first met to where Moira couldn't stand him. She didn't know what changed in him to treat her kindly and even protect her if something upset her. She didn't understand why he made a vow to make her smile.

Once it started getting darker, Jacob mentioned going to the pub to have a couple pints. Moira couldn't turn down his offer since she loved to have a drink. While leading her towards the pub, Jacob could feel Moira stop before entering the door. He looked down at her with a confused look only to see she was upset by saddened blue eyes and biting her lip.

"What's wrong, love?" Jacob asked cocking his head to the side.

"This is the pub where he usually spends his time," Moira replied almost quietly.

Jacob sweeped his gaze from her to the pub then back at her. She couldn't be afraid to come to this place just because the man she had feelings for was here. Jacob placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to look into her eyes.

"Things will be all right, love," Jacob reassured, "I have a plan."

Moira glanced up at him, "Y-you do?"

Jacob winked at her, "Trust me."

He turned to go in but felt Moira grab his arm to stop him, "You're not going to hurt him, are you?"

Jacob only smirked and shook his head, "Not physically."

Moira was entirely confused by his words but decided to follow along with this little plan of his. They walked into the pub to see quite a few people who worked in the factories in the pub after a long day and a violin player in the corner, playing an uplifting tune to where a small group of people were dancing to it. Jacob felt Moira hold his arm tighter as her eyes were staring at a man at the bar with a woman on his arm. Jacob saw what she saw and hated this man for upsetting Moira.

He leaned down to whisper into her ear, "Ignore him, love. Focus on only me."

Moira swallowed the lump in her throat before nodding in agreement. Jacob led her over to a small table with a candle in the middle. He had ordered them a couple pints then turned his attention back to Moira. She still seemed tense while wringing her hands on the table. His rough hands enveloped hers into his, letting his thumbs stroked the back of her delicate hands. Moira's blue eyes moved to Jacob's hazel orbs that had a look she couldn't put her finger on. Her heart beat quickly while gazing into his eyes while he continued to caress her skin. For a moment, she looked away from him to see the man she onced adored looking at her.

"He's looking this way..." Moira breathed out softly.

Jacob wouldn't have this. He would not let this bloke sadden Moira anymore. He knew that he had to make the move now if he wanted this to look real. Taking one of his hands away from hers, he cupped her cheek in his hand. This definitely caught the attention of the female Assassin, making her look at Jacob. Her face flushed a very dark shade of red when she realized he was getting closer to her face. She looked at him with half lidded eyes, "Jacob..."

"Trust me, love," Jacob whispered.

Moira's heart beat quickened then felt his lips press against hers in a very soft kiss. She closed her eyes as she kissed him back just as soft. She had no idea that Jacob could be so gentle like this and always thought that he was rough with everyone. How wrong she was right now. She felt herself melt into the kiss but her heart sank when he pulled away from her. He looked at Moira with a smile to see she was a dark red. He was relieved that she kissed back instead of slapping him and running off. He took a risk when giving her that kiss, not knowing how she would react.

Moira's eyes moved to see the man and saw how uncomfortable he was then spoke gently, "He doesn't seem too happy."

"Good," Jacob chuckled lightly, "Means we rattled him."

Moira felt her stomach flip when she heard him laugh. She had to admit that she loved when Jacob laughed since it sounded like music to her ears. She wasn't sure why she was thinking like this. It was probably because of the kiss he gave her. That was probably it. Their server returned with their drinks and they both enjoyed their time together. Jacob told her about a recent mission he had with Evie where he annoyed her. This made Moira howl with laughter since she knew that Jacob and Evie would cause trouble for each other. Moira would ocassionaly glance towards the man to see he was still uncomfortable. She couldn't help but feel satisfied. Jacob was definitely rubbing off on her.

She then saw the man leave the bar and walked over to her, "I see that you have moved on quickly, Moira."

Moira bit her lip but tried to stand her ground, "You didn't want anything to do with me, Talbot. You said this."

Talbot snorted and shook his head, "You're unbelievable."

Before he could walk away, Jacob spoke up, "Oi! You git!"

Talbot then turned to Jacob, "Got a problem, mate?"

"Matter of fact, I do," Jacob replied glaring at the man, "You talk of moving on quickly, I can see you practice what you preach. She was a pretty little thing wasn't she? Along with the other one that my lady told me about. You have no say in this."

"It's none of your damn business," Talbot growled as he turned his back to Jacob.

"You missed your chance with an amazing woman," Jacob added, "I was lucky enough to win her heart and I can treat her with the respect she needs. She's lucky she didn't end up with a sod like you."

Talbot glared back at Jacob once more before leaving in a huff into the cold rainstorm. Jacob smirked to himself over his victory. He then noticed Moira was looking at him with an expression he couldn't read which made him quirk a brow, "What?"

She smiled gently at him, her eyes watering a little, "Thank you, Jacob... truly..."

"Of course," Jacob chuckled before patting the top of her head, "You shouldn't be treated like that. I've mentioned that before."

Moira remembered what he was talking about and smiled. She leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Jacob felt his heart race when she kissed his cheek then looked back at her to see her blushing and finishing up her pint. Jacob mentally laughed as he drank from his.

After another drink and more stories, Jacob figured it was time to escort Moira home. The rain that had drizzled earlier while they were in the pub had stopped only to leave a fresh, dewy smell and a crisp night air. Moira's arms were wrapped around his arm as they walked, enjoying the walk and each others company. No words needed to be exchanged between them at this moment, their moments earlier spoke for themselves. They arrived at Moira's front door and she turned to look up at Jacob.

"Thank you again for today, Jacob," Moira said softly while looking into his eyes, "You always make me feel so special. I say this again... you're a true gentleman."

"A gentleman is proven through actions," Jacob replied stroking some hair away from her face.

"Jacob..." Moira replied while clearing her throat, "That kiss..."

He then scratched the back of his head, "About that... I'm sorry... I wanted to make it look convincing. Did I go too far?"

Moira then shook her head vigorously, "N-no... don't worry about it. I was just... wondering..."

"About what?" Jacob asked taking her hands into his.

"Can... can you kiss me like that... once more?" Moira asked quietly.

Jacob was shocked to hear this but was all for it, "Of course, Moira."

Jacob leaned down to give her another soft, chaste kiss that made his heart fly. He was finally able to show how much love he had for her. For a few months, he loved to tease this girl to where it frustrated her and she would throw things at him but now, he wanted to make sure nothing happened to her and protect her from anything that would harm that happiness. Even if she didn't feel the same about him, he would always love her. Though when she asked for this kiss, he had a glimmer of hope that she would feel the same for him. The kiss lasted for quite a bit until they pulled away for air. Moira breathed heavily and looked into his eyes as her hand cupped his cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered, "Goodnight, Jacob."

"Goodnight, Moira," Jacob murmured gently.

Moira placed a gentle peck on his lips before she entered her home. She looked at him as she closed the door slowly. Moira made her way to the stairs only to see her father in his study, working on some papers. James saw his daughter and smiled while sitting up straight.

"How was your time with Jacob, dear?" he asked beaming at her.

Moira's cheeks flushed but smiled, "Wonderful, father. He is such a gentleman and very kind."

"I am happy to hear that," James chuckled, "Off to bed, love?"

Moira nodded, "I am. I am very tired."

"All right. Goodnight, dear," James replied, "I will see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, father," Moira said with a smile before ascending the stairs to her room.

As she entered her room, she took off her Assassin coat then placed it on the coat rack. Walking over to her window and peeking, she saw Jacob a good distance away, walking along the street to go back to his home. Sitting on her sill, she watched him leave only to feel her stomach do flips again. She knew that she could not cover her feelings anymore. She knew the man she met at the pub couldn't erase her feelings she had for Jacob. Moira had to come to terms that she was deeply in love with the risky Assassin. At first she thought she was going mad but she knew that Jacob had changed in the last few months. Placing her fingers on her lips, she could still feel the tingle of the kiss and smiled. She loved Jacob Frye and wasn't afraid to admit it to herself.


A/n: Thank you for reading and drop a review please! This would help me continue writing!