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 :)

Prompt from M-j: Do you think you could make a chapter where Evie overhelms herself to the point of falling ill/ pass out multiple time and Jacob try to make her stop?

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"Soooo…. How much of a fool do you feel like now Evie?"

Jacob looked down at his sister sitting against the wall of the train, looking like she would pass out very soon, if not at that moment.

"Very funny…. Could you help me up please Jacob? As funny as this is to you, I'd like to get to bed now, before I collapse in an undignified heap."

Visibly fighting to keep herself sitting upright and her eyes open, Evie gave her twin a strained glare, breath coming in short, harsh gasps and beads of perspiration sliding down her face.

"If you didn't look so pathetic, I'd say you deserved to stay there…" scolded Jacob, "… especially since you seem determined to make yourself sick working for hours on end. Didn't Henry tell you that you needed to eat and sleep…. Like any normal human being?"

The annoyance in Jacob's voice was clearly heard.

'…. I suppose I can't get away with saying I forgot?' came the sheepish reply.

"No… but give it a go, futile as it is. And try not to speak… your voice sounds like you've been eating broken glass and stones."

Evie muttered something unintelligible under her breath (which suspiciously sounded like 'It's for the greater good.'), her blinks becoming slower and slower as she surrendered to the darkness that had been dancing along the edges of her vision, head lolling to the side as she lost consciousness.

Sighing, Jacob bent down to pick Evie up, using one hand to wrap an arm around her shoulders and support her back, and the other to hook under his sister's knees. Lifting her up without much effort ('That's it, I'm monitoring Evie' meals from now on.'), he made his way through the train and to Evie's room.

Thankfully, the door was partially open, meaning that it could be nudged open with a shoulder. Jacob walked into the room and paused by the bed, carefully laying Evie down, then removing her shoes before pulling the cover over her. Placing a hand onto Evie' damp forehead to feel the burning skin there, Jacob stood up and went to the shared bathroom to get a washbasin filled with water and a small cloth.

When he came back, Evie had come to, and was in the process of getting up before a strong arm pushed her back down.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Evie looked up to see her twin frowning down at her.

"To get some water…I'm a little thirsty."

Jacob would have laughed at the disoriented look on Evie' face, but he kept the chuckle in, forcing himself to look stern.

"You're burning with fever and you think I'm going to allow you to waltz to the kitchen and get yourself a drink? I don't think so. Stay in bed and let yourself be taken care of."

Having no energy to protest, the young lady feebly nodded, closing her eyes again and curling herself up under the blanket.

Jacob shook his head as he set the things down onto the bedside table. Sitting down next to her, he dipped the towel into the water, wringing it, before gently patting Evie' forehead, wiping away the sweat there, then around her neck. One weary, brown eye blearily opened, watching as Jacob stood up, dipped the towel into the bowl and rung it out again.

"…didn't know you made such a good nurse…."

The tall man bent down to place a gentle kiss on Evie' forehead before replacing the cool towel there, smiling at the contented sigh he heard.

"I learned it from you…. Weren't you doing exactly the same for me a few months ago? Now stop talking and go to sleep, I'll be back in a while to check up on you, I just need to go tell Henry you're not feeling well today."

There was a muffled "Mhmm…", and then Evie burrowed deeper under her cocoon, sending Jacob a last, warm smile to show her appreciation before finally drifting off to sleep.

Feeling peaceful himself, Jacob smiled again, brushing his fingers through soft, chestnut brown locks before making his way out the door and closing it with a soft click.