Secret Outings

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Pairing: Jacob Frye ft Evie and Henry and a handful of Rooks
Warning: none
Note: N/A
Requested by: no one

Jacob watched his seven-year-old daughter run down the streets of London. Her tiny hand clasped to her little hat, keeping it on her head.

Her tiny boots hit the muddy and wet street, her chest heaving for air. She skidded across the corner of the street, diving forward for another one.

"Where are you going?" Jacob murmured.

He followed her, keeping up with her movements.

Her twists and turns continued on until she ducked into a small hole in the wall.

The wall was part of a building causing Jacob to frown. He climbed up to a window, shimmying the lock open.

He ducked inside and looked around.

The place was empty. It was covered with dust and mold from lack of care.

"Y/n?"

Jacob waited, listening for any sign of life.

"Y/n!"

Pitter, patter. Jacob turned around to the window and looked out to see Y/n running away.

"Dammit."

Jacob leaped out of the building, chasing after Y/n again.

"Y/n!"

Y/n glanced over her shoulder with a smirk before turning a corner.

Y/n glanced over her shoulder with a smirk before turning a corner

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"Finally," Jacob sighed. 

Y/n's back was pressed up against the wall of a dead end. 

"Daddy," Y/n started, poking her index fingers together. "I can explain." 

"Explain to me why you had me chasing you all over London and Whitechapel." 

Y/n reached over to grasp Jacob's hand. 

"Come on." 

Jacob frowned, letting Y/n lead him. 

"A pub?" 

Y/n shushed him before opening the door to the pub. 

"AY, BOSS!" Jacob blinked. 

A handful of Rooks were waiting in the pub, glasses raised. 

"We had her run around to get you to follow her for this moment, boss!" A Rook explained. "She did a good damn job too. Took us hours to get this pub the way it is now!" 

Jacob looked down at Y/n, giving her the stink eye before reverting his gaze to the door. 

"Evie, Henry." 

Evie and Henry stood by the door, giving Jacob the same look. 

"Really, Jacob?" 

"I didn't plan this!" 

"Sure." 

"I swear!" 

In the meantime, another Rook had helped Y/n up to a stool, sharing a fist bump together. 

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