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 The_Lion: If is not too much to ask, could you write something of a Steampunk AU ball; where Evie meets Jay? (Jacob is Jacob as usual)

I didn't think Jacob fit in that well with this story, so he is absent I'm afraid.

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Evie frowned at the invitation.

Assassins weren't supposed to get invitations to prestigious balls, it was one of the unwritten rules of the profession. No parties, unless on a job… people often saw too much.

Below her dirty glass window were the cobblestone streets, and she watched a young boy light the gas lamps, musing over the decision in her mind.

She needed to think about this… she needed a walk.

She stepped out of the dark house onto a somehow darker street. Her boots clicked against the stones and the lower half of her dark green dress/corset swished around her lower thighs. A dark brown hood concealed her face from view.

She was a deadly Assassin, yet dozens of clueless Londoners passed her by without a second glance…. Well, all except one.

This man wore a white coat, contrasting with the dark city all around him. His top hat was at an angle on his head, and his white gloves were marked with stains from quite a few… 'adventures'. As he was walked down the street, he saw a gorgeous woman walking towards him, and couldn't help but stare at the sight.

Jayadeep knew he would have been quite happy to try and catch up with this woman, try and get her name.

But he had a previous engagement. One that he couldn't miss.

Meanwhile, Evie had blended into the shadows, staring as women shuffled through the streets, giggling to one another as they complimented each other's dresses, their excitement bubbling over.

Balls always brought on the worst in some people.

Maybe she would show up after all.

…..

Back at her home, she put on a blood-red dress (it wasn't really in her nature to wear dresses, but she needed to continue to blend in), and an intricately designed jacket. On top of her face, she placed a mask.

Her own invention.

It was covered in gears and cogs that locked together and turned occasionally…. But it concealed her identity perfectly.

Showtime.

Jayadeep sat in a chair on the edge of the dance floor, nursing a small glass of wine.

No-one at the ball had sparked his interest, but then again, very few people were actually paying attention.

Assassins were meant to blend in after all.

Nearby, he noticed a door swing open and a tall woman wearing a long dress stepped into the room, her face covered with a unique mask.

He didn't need to see behind the mask to know that it was the same woman he'd seen on the streets. Wearing a mask of his own, he was filled with an unknown confidence, that encouraged him to walk over to the woman and hold out his hand.

"Dance?"

The woman hesitated briefly, before placing her hand in Jayadeep's open palm.

….

Well, this was interesting.

A sharp suit, tall top hat and a delicate mask that covered half of this man's tanned face above his mouth, gorgeous brown eyes staring out behind it.

And that voice… he'd only said one word, but Evie found herself transfixed.

Her skirt flowed to the tune of the music, and she and this mysterious stranger made the perfect dancing pair. They danced the night away and didn't even notice.

"I wonder what your face looks like under that mask." The stranger's voice yanked her out of her mind, wrapping an arm around her and stopping their dancing. "Why don't you take it off?"

She almost did it…. She almost had the courage to do it. But something caught her eye for a brief moment, and she made her mistake.

She looked up.

On the balcony above them was her target, wearing the mask she had identified he would be wearing weeks earlier…. And then she remembered why she was here.

And it certainly wasn't to get attached to a stranger she'd probably never meet again. She looked back at the man one more time, cementing the image in her brain.

"I'm sorry," She said quickly, dropping the man's hands and dashing out of the ballroom, already planning her method of attack.

The man just stood there.