Historical figures X female/male reader (Long update)

Jack the Ripper X Male Reader: Frenemies

Relationship: Frenemies
Genre: Humor
Warnings⚠️: Crude language, mild violence and mild gore.

As if already having the Ripper roaming the streets hidden within the shadows wasn't already bad enough, why not just make it two Rippers?.

Dressed in a light cloak, tipping his hat with a charming smile that never seemed to fail to make others weak in the knees, stood ( y/n). Although you held your usual serious and cold expression on your hidden face at the moment, as you watched a group of teenage boys pick on a girl who seemed to be about their age.

You smirked, swiftly approaching the group.

"Good morning Lads, has your mother nor your father, ever lectured you about behaving like a gentleman?. This is no way to treat a woman, now is it?."

Your soft voice brought the boys attention from the girl over to you.

You shifted your gaze to the girl giving her the, 'I'm on your side' look, calming her down a bit.

With trashy smiles and intimidating gestures the group of boys walked up to you, trying to make you feel weak and scared. In reality, you admired their efforts to act tuff.
Pfft!. Like a group of teens could make you run.

"Looks like we have some here boys,you think you're tuff and smart?. We'll see about that."

"I guess there's no other option to settle this?. Ok then, let's just get this over with."

The leader was first. Throwing a heavy attack which you effortlessly dodged and successfully countering the attack. Your Your gloved hands firmly gripping the boy's neck while reminding yourself your dealing with kids and not another grown man, hoisting the leader over your shoulder, ignoring his angered yelling and his annoying cronies trailing behind.
Setting the boy down with a hard thud, forcing him to look into your eyes.
"You listen here!, to me!. You are the child and you are going to do what I say or I-"

Blood curdling screams of a young woman stopped you from finishing your sentence.
Glaring at the boys to stay put or else, before heading off to investigate this possible murder that just so how happened to catch your attention.

Checking your surroundings before going further, making sure nobody else was around.

Kneeling down beside a corpse, the gutted and almost unrecognizable corpse of the girl from earlier lay completely still in her own blood and guts.
You shook your head and huffed.

You were a brutal mad man, but you had a rather unique motive for a sociopath.

To brutally destroy A man who targets or hurts a woman, minus kids, is your victim.

You were grew up being fond of girls rather than boys. You always noticed how boys would pick on them and make them feel bad. You that gave the need to protect women who could not protect themselves. Others picked on you about it, one day...it all went too far and you ended up hating other men all together.

Carefully removing your cloak and dripping it over the woman with care and respect but continued to sit on your knees.

"I've found you to be...intriguing.
You can be compassionate one minute, next an absolute animal. But there's one thing about you I despise ...your compassion for loose women.
I'm not here to hurt you, I just want to check in on you for myself."

An all too familiar voice , rough like sand brought you back to the present. Standing up again but facing away from the man that makes you want to massacre anyone that stood in your way with burning passion.

"Really?. Huh, I was expecting you to grab my hair and throw me somewhere like your usual way of greeting me.
Your lucky to at least be on my good side, even if we still try to kill each other and do things the other hates. I'm on your side even though I hate you...Jack."

The Ripper just chuckled and walked over to the shorter man leaning down just a little, wrapping his arms over his shoulders, before speaking softly in his right ear.

I could effortlessly slam you into a wall or onto a table if I wanted to right now. But I "don't really want to have to patch you up after, nor do I want t loose someone is dear to me but at the same time is my worst enemy."

You grit your teeth and send him the stink eye before snatching him up by his collar and rammed him into a brick wall repeatedly.

"I WILL SERIOUSLY BEAT YOU TO THE POINT WHERE IT IS SO SEVERE, YOU WILL NOT HAVE A NOSE EVER AGAIN!!...I just don't have the guts to do that even if you are a absolute dickhead... Now go somewhere else before we end up doing something we will both regret."

Jack squeezed his eyes shut tightly before opening them again, slowly regaining his composure. He could definitely feel the bruising and swelling starting to form. A little wobbly and still dazed he rolled his eyes and spat some blood out of his mouth, the look of guilt and a little pride plastered on his smug face.

"You know (Y/n), I might just take you out for a drink sometime."

Turning to face the taller man, giving him an expression of absolute disbelief and something else you couldn't even start to explain.

Forcing yourself to smile, you grabbed a handkerchief from your vest and proceeded to gently and tenderly clean the blood from his four head before popping him right on the nose.

The both of you said nothing to each other for a whole week after the little encounter.