#ve!jake

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A Gentleman's Honor Masterlist

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...

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Since Victorian Era!Jake was already brought up before. Victorian Era!Jake breaking all the rules because he will NOT leave you alone to suffer the pains of childbirth, no ma'am. He is going to sit right behind you, holding you, helping as much as he can while you bear down and kissing your neck after every push, because "you are doing wonderfully, my love"

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.

GIVE IT TO ME.

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Victorian Era!Jake has a huge mansion house right? And I imagine they both have a separate bedroom, even though they always sleep together. But Jake's is more open, a tiny bit bigger, with bright, light colours, Dearest's is more cozy, more "mysterious", with rich, dark colours. They choose which one to use based on their mood.

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.

But sometimes he'll be off with his friends late into the night, and he comes home totally NOT drunk (yes he is, you can smell it on him), and he'll go to his room only to pout when he doesn't see you there.

Then you'll hear him stumbling down the hall with a muttered curse as he runs into the end table before appearing in your doorway looking like a lost puppy with those adoring green eyes.

"Why're you'n 'ere?" He mumbles, bracing himself against the door frame and looking at you through his lashes. You set your book down with a soft smile.

"I wasn't sure when you'd be home."

"'m home now," he'd rasp, frown plastered on his lips as he pushes off of the frame and walks forward, collapsing into bed beside you, his lips already covering whatever skin they can reach as you giggle in his hold.

But then there are other times when maybe you two have had an argument and you decide that you are NOT sleeping in bed with him tonight.

He locked himself in his study to cool off, going through some paperwork before looking at the clock sitting above the mantle, cursing at what time it is. He hadn't meant to stay up so late, and he knows he'll have to do some serous groveling in the morning if you aren't asleep already.

He'd open the door quietly so as not to disturb you, only to frown when he sees the bed perfectly untouched. He'd then notice the light filtering out from beneath your door into the hall, letting out a sigh before making his way over.

The knock is soft, but you're not surprised when the irritatingly handsome face of your husband suddenly appears. Your eyes stay pointedly trained on your book as he enters the room, silence passing between the two of you.

"You're not in bed."

You snort, turning the page. "I am in bed."

"You're not in our bed."

You drop the book onto your lap, arching a brow at him in a challenge. He lets out a sigh, stepping into the room before shutting the door behind him. He wordlessly crosses the room to the opposite side of the bed, kneeling on the duvet as he takes your hand gently in his.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, pressing a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, and despite yourself, you feel your anger melting away.

"I'm sorry too," you reply softly. He nuzzles his nose against your palm, his kisses turning headier as he makes his way up your arm. Your heartbeat quickens as he looms over you, his other hand sliding up your leg and pushing your nightgown up.

"How can I make it up to you?" he murmurs into your ear, his lips brushing the shell and sending a shiver up your spine. You can't answer as he smirks against you, cupping one breast in his large palm as he nips at your pulse point. He drags himself down your body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses until he was planted between your spread thighs.

"I can think of a couple of ways," he teases, smirk growing bigger as leans forward.

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Concept asks, you say? How about Victorian Era!Jake taking off his wife's corset after a long day spent in high society events and a long ball filled with dancing?

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.

SWOON.

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Okay, but what if it was Victorian Era!Jake's mother or mother-in-law who laced up his wifey too tight? Just to "teach her a lesson", because she doesn't like wifey being married to Jake or something... And wifey is too stubborn to let the woman know she is in any discomfort, so she doesn't say a word to anyone about it until the event is over and she is all alone with Jake in their own bedroom, far away from the evil woman. And throughout the event she would sometimes grip onto Jake's arm tighter for support, or lean on him more, or ask to stop dancing before the song ends, and she doesn't eat much if at all of the food, even though it's her favourite, so Jake knows something is wrong, but he knows better than to verbally ask her, so he just looks at her with a look only she knows to be concerned (because Jake knows that his wife is a very proud woman, and she would hate for everyone else around her to know/think she is weak, especially her mother/mother-in-law, when the whole point is to prove a point against the woman) and she just squeezes his hand, and gives him a small shake of her head, to let him know she needs his support, but not make it too obvious (it helps that Jake never was one to leave her alone for too long at these events). And so when they are alone in their own room, far, far from everyone else, she finally lets the facade go and she gasps for air, and Jake knows immediately what to do, and he hurriedly takes the corset off, and his wifey is crying from relief when she can finally breathe normally. Jake sees red at the thought of someone doing this to her, but he is still the most gentle ever with his wife as he touches her and holds her and asks her who laced her up, although wifey can hearthe barely restrained rage. And at first she is hesitant to tell him, because she doesn't want to hurt him by revealing that either of their mothers doesn't approve, so it takes Jake listing off the potential suspects for her to burst out "no, it was my/your mother!". And she is crying and he is shocked, but only for a second, because then it makes perfect sense, and finally he understands why the woman looked so displeased the whole evening - because wifey held herself together and her plan didn't work. Needless to say, Jake pampers wifey the whole night and morning , and will never let anyone else lace her up, other than himself.

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!

I think the next time Reader's mother is over, he'd do something very subtle to embarrass her publicly for the stunt she pulled with his wife. She won't soon try something like THAT again.

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Victorian Era!Jake's "matters most urgent" being "you look breathtakingly bedazzling, Darling".

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."

"Jacob, please."

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No, but yes, but wait. Because even though Victorian Era!Jake is the rakish eldest son, he would be so gentle with his love! As soon as he sees and hears her laugh at Bradley's drunk comments, he is hooked completely. He doesn't even look at anyone else, he is so intrigued by her and so determined to get to know her! And he would just be so tender and careful, because he wants her to get a good impression and not be spooked and scared away. And he shows her his soft side that he hides from the rest of the world, while she shows him her "wilder", freer side and they just melt together and into each other on a spiritual/soulful/emotional/mental level throughout their time of getting acquainted and becoming each other's confidantes and best friends while also falling deeply in love with each other and having their courtship. This is why when they are finally intimate for the very first time on their wedding night, it all just feels so natural and so absolutely transcendental, because finally they get to melt together on the physical level too and it's everything they dreamed it would be and much, much more.

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.

"I'm Jake," he smiles.

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Victorian Era!Jake's wifey having to care for a sick relative for a long time, barely sleeping, always cleaning and taking care of the person all day and all night. Now that she doesn't have to, because another relative took over, she is exhausted, but they have to attend a ball. It's been planned months ahead of wifey being called away to care for the relative, and she was so happy that the other person would take over before the ball. Jake sees that she can barely stand as she is getting ready, but he doesn't say anything, since the last time he suggested they skip the ball, she nearly bit his head off, and the cut of her teary glare still stung, so he just tries to make sure she eats and drinks enough. She livens up as the ball starts, but then as the night goes on, it wears off, and her exhaustion is getting more and more overpowering. Jake caught her resting her eyes as she was standing with a larger group of women listening to an old lady recount balls in "her time". When he sees she can no longer focus on the long drawl one of her father's friend thinks she ought to hear, he steps in, asking if he can steal his wife for a dance. It's a slow song, and he guides her to a quieter corner of the dancefloor. He holds her closer than is appropriate, but they really don't care, and no one is looking at them there. She leans her whole weight on him, resting her head in the crook of his neck, and from her breaths, he knows she is almost asleep.

"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.

He sets the brush off to the side, maneuvering carefully to get her under the blankets as he changes for bed, slipping in beside her. He lays there, watching her for a long while, memorizing her features all over again. He missed her terribly while she was away, and he won't soon let her leave his side if he has anything to say about it. He'll remind you just how much he loves and missed you first thing tomorrow. You wouldn't think it was proper to spend the whole day in bed, but Jake knew you wouldn't argue with him either.