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 StarlessSkies: Could you do a little something where Roth kidnaps Freddy cause he's jealous and protective Jacob has to save his Freddy 3

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"Do you know… what Jacob Frye's greatest weakness is?"

Freddie opened his eyes and shot a disinterested glare at his captor.

Roth, who towered tall over Freddie, chuckled at the annoyed expression on his prisoner's face. "I'll take that as a no."

"You're smarter than you look." Freddie made a half-hearted attempt at moving his hands, but they were secured tightly to the standing bedframe he was chambered to. "Is it my turn to ask a question?"

Roth sighed, as if the question pained him… but he nodded anyway.

Without hesitation, Freddie demanded, "Why am I here? If you're looking for a star in your new play, I'm afraid I've never been very good at drama… old ladies are the only thing I can play."

"Of that I have no doubt…" Roth agreed absently, as he checked the number of bullets in his weapon, "However, you act as the perfect bait, and that is immensely more important, no matter how much fun it would be to see you in some of the outfits I have in my closet."

"I haven't shaved my legs in weeks… it wouldn't be that much fun to watch." Freddie said dryly, "Who or what am I bait for exactly?"

"Why, my little Rook of course! Jacob Frye!"

Freddie ignored the creepy little nickname (and the possessive nature in his own mind that came with it), and nodded slowly. "You're one of them, aren't you?" He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

When Roth frowned at him, he clarified. "You think Jacob is going to come and save me, like he's my knight in shining armour. Take my advice: don't hold your breath. I wouldn't want you to get your hopes up for nothing."

"Nothing? Oh, it won't be for nothing. You see Sergeant Abberline, it's just a matter of time before Jacob comes sneaking in through one of the many entrances I've laid out for him, probably ready to slash my throat in order to get you back… like the concerned friend and lover that he is. He won't make it though."

Silence filled the room, as Freddie glared at his captor. "Which would be?"

"Telling would ruin the surprise!" comes the reply, in a near-whine.

"I won't tell," Freddie promised as he rolled his eyes. Roth might be harsh and have a brutal uppercut, but he was a little slow on the uptake if he hadn't realised that Freddie was physically incapable of relaying any information to Jacob at the moment.

"Maybe I want you to be surprised and not him." Roth smirked.

"You seem pretty predictable to me so far."

"Oh? Go on, Sergeant. I'm intrigued."

Freddie glanced disinterestedly at the gun suddenly pointed at his head…. Check one for sensitive. Looking into the man's cold eyes, Freddie nodded firmly, "For one thing, you're just like every other Templar in this city. This act is getting a little dull to be honest, it's not even- "

A resounding smack filled the air, as Roth slapped Freddie in the face as hard as he could. Freddie barely flinched as he turned his head back around to face his kidnapper again.

Note to self; pissing off a man with a gun pointed at your head is not very smart.

He's lucky he wasn't shot, and if it weren't for the fact that Roth needed him alive to get to Jacob, he would probably be dead right now.

"What does he see in you?!" Roth hissed.

Freddie resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead, focused on how he was getting way too comfortable with getting kidnapped; he wasn't even concerned that he had just come close to losing his life. He almost laughed to himself, but decided that laughing now would be seen in a negative light by Roth. As unconcerned as he was, he didn't have a death wish.

When a smirk was his only response to Roth's statement, the tall man stepped closer to get in Freddie's face.

"The way I see it, you are just being nonchalant about being kidnapped, because you know that dear Jacob is going to come and save your weak, pathetic ass." Roth snarled.

"Shit… I didn't think I was weak." Freddie frowned, "Am I really? All those training sessions for nothing!"

Freddie saw the blow before he felt it, and had the sense to brace himself, before a closed fist slammed into his already-cracked ribs. Wheezing slightly, Freddie snapped, "Okay, that stung a little, I'll give you that. You wanna know why I'm being so nonchalant about this?! Fine, I'll you! The first time I was kidnapped because of the Creed, I was worried. The second time, I was annoyed, and the third time, I was frankly pissed. Everyone kidnaps me expecting that the Assassins, specifically Jacob, will come to my rescue… but you know what they always forget? Jacob Frye is an Assassin, and assassins don't have 'attachments'. If any captors kill me, then boo hoo…. He's lost a pet policeman! So, I'm sorry if I seem unconcerned but I'm not because, at the end of the day, I'm the one who will be saving myself. Scotland Yard's not coming to save me, and Jacob certainly isn't coming either. He probably hasn't even noticed I'm missing yet."

Roth stared at Freddie, clearly startled at his outburst, and then burst into laughter. When he was done, he wiped his eyes, chortling. "That has to be one of the best sob stories I've ever heard. And you said you weren't a good actor!"

When Freddie remained silent, Roth stepped closer so that he could whisper into Freddie's ear. "You're lucky… he loves you, and therefore he'll come for you."

"… Are you seriously jealous over the fact that Jacob may or may not love me, and not you?" Freddie knew he sounded incredulous.

"We are like two peas in a pod, me and Jacob!" Roth announced, gesturing at the monitor that was set up across the room, "And yet he's here, just for you!"

Freddie glanced at the screen and shrugged, "And what exactly is it that I'm meant to be looking at?"

"Look a little bit harder Sergeant!" Roth laughed as he whipped the hand containing the gun in Freddie's direction. He barely missed Freddie's head at the action, and Freddie exhaled silently in relief. A knock to the head with a loaded gun would have been bad…. Had he been struck, the gun could have gone off, ending his life in a cruel way.

Jacob would be devastated.

"See Sergeant!" Roth growled, gesturing at the cameras, "See how the shadows shift!"

"…. You're seeing things. Jacob isn't here."

Roth snarled, "He'll be here… and in exchange for your life, Jacob is going to allow me to do whatever I want to him!"

For the first time in the near-ten hours he's been taken, Freddie felt a bolt of fear shoot through him. He knew Jacob would not hesitate to accept such an offer in order to protect him.

"Get ready, Sergeant." Roth crooned in a sing-song voice, before sending a brass knuckle into Freddie's ribs. Freddie managed to stifle a gasp at the first contact, but each following blow is only harder and aimed more precisely. On the fourth hit to his ribs, a crack filled the air and Freddie groaned.

"I told you I wasn't like the others!" Roth shouted between jabs, and though he said no such thing, Freddie couldn't find the energy to tell him so, "Not so predictable now, am i?!" Freddie saw him raise his arm and can only close his eyes as he braced for the final blow.

When he returned to the land of the living, it's to the sound of Jacob's frantic shouts, "Freddie, Freddie! Fucking hell, open your eyes Freddie!"

"Shu' up…" he mumbled without complying, and even that utterance drained him of precious energy he wasn't even aware he still had in him.

"Freddie! Please be alright!" Jacob gasped with relief at the sound of his friend's voice, and it's the fear apparent in his voice that causes Freddie to open his eyes weakly.

"'m alright Jacob." Freddie didn't have the energy to say anything after that, so he remained silent. Instead, he took the time to meet Jacob's eyes.

Jacob was knelt in front of him, his hands hovering millimetres away from Freddie's bruised cheeks.

"Where's… where's Roth?"

"…. Gone. He ran away like a coward before I could put an end to him, permanently."

Freddie chuckled at this, "I think he was a little bit jealous of me…. He really likes you."

Shuddering, Jacob shook his head and lowered it to Freddie's knees. "I was scared…" he murmured, "… I hate it when you worry me like that."

Freddie rolled his eyes, wincing with the pain in his head, "I don't exactly make plans to worry you, you know. Maybe you should stop being sexy enough to seduce evil Templars?"

"… I love it when you call me sexy."

"Don't get too used to it…" Freddie tried to move forwards, drawing a quick breath when his broken ribs came alive with pain, "Ouch…" he muttered.

"How many are broken? Cracked? Bruised?" Jacob demanded, all in one breath.

"One broken…" Freddie sighed, "… the other ones are either cracked or bruised. Could be worse, I suppose."

Jacob scowled, "Roth wouldn't have been allowed to leave if it had been any worse."

"Forget about him Jacob… Let's just go home."