Due to my new-found interest in Assassin's Creed, I have decided to start taking prompts for the Frye Twins and their sibling relationship.

Some of these fics will have a corresponding gif set

I am always taking prompts and I hope you enjoy them :)

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Ethan winced as he heard his wife screaming from within the bedroom. "What's taking so long…" he mumbled, "…and why is she screaming so much?!"

George, his right-hand man, shrugged. "She's giving birth Ethan. It's a painful process…what did the doctor offer earlier, as she went into labour?"

"Chloroform…" Ethan sighed, "…it's a new way of reducing the pain during childbirth. Cecily refused though…she said that women have been going through labour pains for years and why should she take the easy way out. It's God's will apparently…"

Nodding in understanding, George re-focused on the sights outside, desperately trying to ignore the sounds of sheer pain coming from the bedroom. After a couple more minutes of waiting, a doctor exited the room and zeroed in on Ethan. "Mister Frye, you need to come with me!"

Quickly, the pair made their way into the bedroom, where Ethan's wife was lay on the bed. "Your child is about to be born…." Soothed the doctor, "...at the beginning, Mrs Frye said that she wanted you there for the actual birth."

Ethan smiled gently at his wife, seating himself by her head as she smiled weakly up at him. With another push, there came the screams of a baby and the midwife grinned, "It's a beautiful little girl!"

She handed the baby to Ethan, who beamed with pride. "Evie. Evie Frye…" he whispered, rocking the baby in an attempt to soothe her.

Cecily beamed at the sight….however, her face soon crumpled in pain as she began to scream again. Ethan frowned at this, "What's going on?!"

The midwife and doctor were crowded around once again. "We're not finished here…" gasped the midwife, "…I think you might be the Father of twins."

Ethan was secretly pleased with this, however, the pain in his wife's voice was nothing to be happy about. Over the course of the next five minutes, Cecily screamed and pushed with the effort of giving birth once again, her face going red with the effort.

Suddenly, her eyes widened in pain and shock. "Something's wrong…" she whispered as the doctor frowned in concern. As he moved away, Ethan could easily see that his hands were covered in blood.

"What's going on?!" he cried out, clutching his daughter close to him as his wife's cries grew weaker and weaker.

"There's severe internal bleeding…." Answered the midwife, "…her body couldn't deal with the two babies. Mrs Frye, I know this hurts, but you need to push!"

"I-I'm trying!"

Cecily cried out in pain again…and again…and again until there was another new-born baby scream. Quickly cleaning the baby, the midwife attempted to hand the baby over to Ethan…who was focusing on his wife and the paleness of her face.

"Cecily? Please, you've got to help her!"

"Sir? Your son?"

"My wife! Save her please!"

The doctor shook his head, "The bleeding's too severe…I-I don't think there's anything I can do."

"Nothing you can do?! MY WIFE IS DYING!"

"Ethan…"

Ethan paused, turning his attention to his wife, continuing to ignore the midwife and the cries of his son. Cecily smiled weakly up at him, "…there's nothing that we can do. Leave him alone Ethan…"

She turned to the midwife, "Please…can i-"

The midwife nodded and gently placed the still-screaming baby into his mother's arms. Cecily gently stroked the boy's cheek in an attempt to soothe her child, "Jacob…" she whispered, "…My little Jacob."

Ethan watched as his wife turned to him, raising up her arm to gently brush her fingers against Evie's cheek. "You w-will be a wonderful Father…" she muttered, gasping slightly in pain as her eyes fluttered shut, "…I-I know this…I…I know…."

Ethan watched in dismay as his wife's hand fell to the bed, her eyes slipped shut and the sounds of pained gasping slowly came to a halt. "Cecily?"

Jacob began to scream again as the midwife lifted him into her arms. Ethan, however, ignored this and focused on the still body of his wife. "Cecily, please!"

Nothing.

Numbly, he barely reacted as his daughter was removed from his arms, falling to his knees by the bed as he grabbed his wife's limp hand. "Cecily, please don't do this to me!"

Still nothing.

"CECILY!"

Numbly, Ethan watched as his wife's mother stroked the cheeks of the twins. "She's gone…" he whispered, "…she's left me."

Olwen turned to face him, "I don't think she had much of a choice dearie. What are their names?"

"Evie…and Jacob."

Olwen hummed, turning her attention back to the babies. "So…" she began, "…what are you doing to do?"

Ethan said nothing, walking up to the elderly ladies side, his eyes focused on the younger of the twins…Jacob. "He killed her….she was fine until he was born!"

He yelped when he felt Olwen's cane strike his shin. "He is a baby…" hissed Olwen, "…he is not to blame for what happened!"

"I can't help but blame him!"

Olwen sighed wearily, "You have a beautiful baby girl and a strong son…Cecily, God rest her soul, wouldn't want you to blame them for what happened."

There was silence for a few moments, "….I can't do this…" whispered Ethan, moving away from the crib, "I just can't…"

Olwen twisted around in shock, "You can't just abandon them!"

"I'm not…I'll find a trusted friend to take care of them, I just can't-"

"I'll take care of them…" interrupted Olwen, "…until you are ready, I will take care of them. But you need to promise me something…"

Ethan turned to look at her, his eyes darting to the babies, specifically on his son. Olwen noticed this, and shook her head sadly, "I need you to promise me that you'll come back…that you'll come back to them with a clear state of mind and stop this blaming them nonsense!"

After a short pause, Ethan nodded before turning away. "I'll come back…speak to George, he'll help you if you need anything."

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to them?"

"…I can't."

Sadly, Olwen watched as the man disappeared through the doorway…once out of sight, she turned back to the twins, smiling sadly when she saw the two of them staring up at her silently. "It's okay little ones…" she cooed, "Grandmamma is going to take care of you….no matter what."

….

Ethan couldn't help but stare at the door to the largish country manor nervously….six years. It had been six years since he'd last set foot in England, deciding to travel to India to train the son of a friend.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door, and almost seconds later an elderly lady opened it. "You were standing outside for what seemed like hours…" she scolded, "…my knees aren't what they used to be you know!"

Ethan smiled gently at her as they moved into the living room, "And yet you are still as beautiful as ever Olwen."

Sitting down on an armchair, Olwen shook her head. "Such a flatterer…" she sighed, "…I must admit that I was surprised to get your letter."

"Surprised?"

She poured herself a cup of tea, "Well, it has been six years Ethan. I must confess that I wasn't actually expecting you to come back and ask my permission to take over guardianship."

Ethan nodded in understanding, "I know. It's been too long and I know that you've bonded with them…but I'm ready to be a Father now."

Olwen narrowed her eyes at him, searching for something unknown….whatever it was, she seemed satisfied and hummed in delight. "Yes…I do believe you are."

There was silence for a few moments, before Ethan glanced around. "And where are-"

"-your children?" interrupted Olwen, staring at her son-in-law over the rim of her cup. "I shall have someone fetch them."

Ethan shook his head, "Do you mind if I….go find them myself?"

Olwen smiled, "Of course. It's such a lovely day, so they should be outside in the back garden. I think I'll join you."

Ethan nodded, moving to help the lady to her feet. Slowly, they made their way to the back garden where Ethan immediately saw a young boy and girl playing by the groundkeeper's house.

"Jacob!" squealed the young girl, "Stay there! You're the prince that needs saving remember?"

The boy groaned, "But in Grandma's stories, it's the princess that needs saving! Why do you get to be the knight?!"

"Because you're the youngest and Grandma says that that means I gotta protect you! Now ssshhhh! You'll wake the dragon!"

Ethan and Olwen watched in amusement as the boy flopped backwards onto the grass dramatically. Before the young girl could start swinging her stick, Olwen cleared her throat. "Children! Over here please!"

Stopping immediately, the children sped over, only stopping when they saw a strange man standing by their Grandma. Ethan couldn't help but stare at them…

They looked so much like his beautiful Cecily…especially the young boy, who had the same cheeky grin and wide-eyed look of wonder.

Smiling slightly at the look on Ethan's face, Olwen gestured to the children, "Meet Evie…" the young girl stared at him, "….and Jacob."

The young boy glanced between his grandma and Ethan, "Who's 'e Grandmamma?"

Before Olwen could answer, Ethan held up a hand and knelt down in front of his children. "I'm your Father…"

Evie then piped up, "Grandmamma said that you'd come back!" she giggled, bouncing up and down in excitement.

Jacob seemed a little unhappy with this, but still moved closer to his Father. "Why'd you leave?" he whispered, as if afraid of the answer.

Unable to answer, Ethan simply shook his head. "Not important…what you two need to know is that I'll never leave you again."

"Promise?" "Promise?"

"I promise…"