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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"Why are we goin' through this much trouble for one brat?!"

Jacob groaned as a dull ache echoed through his head, wriggling around as he quickly found out that his hands were tied behind his back. The surface that he was lying on, shook and wobbled, sending him from one end of the space to the other.

Weakly, he sat up, leaning against the wall. The rumbling of the cobbles beneath him and the huffing of the horse in front, quickly told him that he was in the back of a carriage. Moving closer to the front of the carriage, Jacob tried to listen to the conversation up front.

"I told ya why….boss says that Frye will surrender his territories in return for his kid."

"Really…the man's killed almost every one of us, and when 'e finds out we've got 'is bloody kid, we might as well offer our throats up to 'im!"

"…It won't come to that."

…..

"Keep your left arm up Evie! It could mean the difference between life and death!"

As his young daughter altered her stance, Ethan glanced towards the door again….and sighed. "Evie, where's your brother?"

Evie frowned up at him, "I thought you sent 'im to 'is room?"

"What?"

"Well, the note said that you guys were having a rooftop lesson….on balance and all that? When he didn't come down for dinner, I just thought he got into trouble?"

Ethan frowned, "I didn't set up any meeting with him….George!"

From the shadows, emerged Ethan's right-hand man, a frown on his face. "He's not on the roof. I was up there earlier…shall I send men out into the streets?"

Ethan shook his head, "No…I think I know who is behind this…and to get there, they have to go through our territory."

Evie frowned up at her father, "Is Jacob in trouble?"

"Yes…and if he isn't now, he will be."

…

"I really don't like this Jimmy…"

"Shut up…we're goin' through Frye territory."

In the back, Jacob smirked. Stumbling up onto his feet, he managed to wobble over to the slightly open window. Glancing out the window, he could see familiar streets fly by…they were definitely in Frye territory."

"PAPA!" he screamed out the window, "PAPA!"

"Shit! The kid's awake!"

….

Ethan scanned the streets down below, keeping his senses alert for anything that seemed out of place. From the around the corner, a horse-drawn carriage came tumbling around the corner, two men frantically encouraging the horses run faster. Over the chatter of the crowds and the creaking of carriage wheels, he could hear a faint voice.

"Papa!"

With a determined frown on his face, Ethan leapt off of the roof and into a pile of leaves, quickly getting to his feet once he was on the ground. He sped over to a nearby carriage, pulling the driver off of the seat and taking his place.

"Hey!" yelled the driver, "…what the bloody 'ell d'ya fink you're doin'?!"

Ethan smirked as he tugged on the reins, preparing to give chase. "Fulfilling my dream of being a carriage driver. Here…" he threw a handful of coins at the man's feet, "…for your troubles."

With a snap of the reins, he gave chase, focusing on his son's cries and using his specialist vision to keep track of his target.

They would regret this.

…..

From his angle, Jacob could just about see another carriage quickly catching up to them…with a familiar figure sitting in the driver's seat. "PAPA!" he screamed, tugging and pulling at the ropes that bound his hands behind his back, "PAPA! HELP!"

…..

Upon hearing the desperation and slight fear in his son's voice, Ethan urged the horses to go faster until he was almost directly next to his target. Keeping a tight hold on the reins, he slowly rose to his feet, standing on the seat as the carriage got closer.

With a huge leap, Ethan managed to get a grip on the roof of the other carriage. Swivelling himself around, he soon found himself by the window of the carriage, where his son's beaming face grinned up at him.

"Papa!" cried out the boy in relief.

Triggering his hidden blade, Ethan smiled reassuringly at Jacob, "It's okay. I'll get you out…" However, before he could break the lock, there was an ear-shattering bang and the carriage rocked dangerously.

Turning his attention to the driver's seat, Ethan's eyes widened as he saw the business end of a gun pointed at him. The driver grinned toothlessly, "Night, night Assassin!"

There was another bang and a bullet struck Ethan on the arm, causing him to lose his grip and tumble to the ground. Desperately pushing himself off of the cobbled stones with his good arm, Ethan watched in dismay as the carriage disappeared around a corner…Jacob's fearful cry echoing in his ears.

"PAPA!"

…

"Miss Frye…" sighed George, "…your father will be home shortly, but in the meantime, you must eat!"

Stubbornly, Evie shook her head, eyes firmly focused on the front door. "Not until Jacob's home."

"Miss Frye-"

"-Not. Until. Jacob's. Home."

George rolled his eyes at the stubborn seven year old, retreating back into the kitchen to inform the cook about the situation….suddenly, the front door flew open with a loud BANG, to reveal Ethan Frye.

There was a haunted look in his eyes as he clutched his arm, which (judging by the blood dripping to the floor) was bleeding quite badly.

"Ethan!" cried out George, rushing over to his friend as the man collapsed in the doorway, "Ethan! What happened?!"

Ethan could only shake his head as George threw the non-injured arm over his shoulder and lifted him to his feet. Evie, who had been watching the proceedings silently, frowned. "Where's Jacob?"

Nothing.

"Daddy! Where's Jacob?!"

Moving Ethan to the sitting room and signalling for the maid to fetch a doctor, George sighed. "Now's not the best time Miss Frye, why don't you-"

"No…" Ethan croaked, "…she needs to know."

There was silence for a few moments as Ethan pulled Evie closer with his good arm, "Evie…I lost him. The men who took Jacob got the upper hand…and I wasn't able to save him."

Evie shook her head in denial, "B-but, you're the best assassin ever and-"

"No…" interrupted Ethan, "…I'm not. I make mistakes too, just like everybody else. I didn't think to take the drivers out first, I was too focused on getting Jacob out of there…and it cost me him."

Evie remained silent, her eyes filling with tears. George frowned, bending down in order to see the full extent of Ethan's wound, "Surely you saw where they took him?"

Ethan nodded weakly, hissing as George poked and prodded at his injury. "I tried to track the carriage for as long as I could but-"

"-but you were bleeding out…." Sighed George, "…I'll send some men out into the area you last saw the carriage. Maybe they'll spot something."

Ethan glanced at his friend, and then at his daughter, before nodding. "Do it…find my son."

…..

Slumped over in the back of the carriage, Jacob winced as bright light suddenly hit his eyes and rough hands dragged him out of the vehicle. "Geroff me!" he yelled, struggling with all his might, "Lemme go!"

"Cut it out brat!" grunted one of the drivers, using one hand to strike the boy around the back of the head, "The boss wants to see ya…."

Jacob shook his head fiercely, "Well I don't wanna see 'im!"

Using all of his strength, Jacob stomped on one of the men's toes, causing him to yell in pain and release one of Jacob's arms, enabling the boy to swing around and elbow the other man in the gut. With a chocked moan of pain, the other driver let go and doubled over….thus giving Jacob the chance he needed.

After his arms were free, Jacob ran for it. They appeared to be in a warehouse, enabling him to hide between boxes in order to remain out of sight.

"Need a knife…." He whispered desperately, his eyes darting from side to side in an attempt to find an escape route, "…need something sharp."

"COME OUT, COME OUT BRAT!" yelled one of the drivers, "AND MAYBE I WON'T CUT OUT ONE OF YOUR EYEALLS BEFORE SEEING THE BOSS!"

Wisely, Jacob remained silent, After a couple of seconds, he spotted a nail sticking out of one of the boxes and, rushing over, he was able to use the nail to loosen the rope enough for his hands to slip free. Rubbing the slight rope burn on his wrists, Jacob then began to search for a suitable exit.

Remembering what his Father would often tell him, he began to search for ways to get higher up, entrances to the rooftops that will make it easier for him to escape….there!

In the far corner, was a ladder that led to a ledge….it was a start. Keeping to the shadows, Jacob managed to sneak to the ladder and scurry up. Up on the ledge, there was a few bricks sticking out of the wall, which then enabled him to climb up to another level of the building.

On this level, there were pipes that led all around the warehouse, some of them hissing and steaming with the heat.

"THERE HE IS!"

In a panic, Jacob scurried towards the cool pipes in an attempt to hide, yelping in fear as he heard bullets striking the pipes above his head….the sound echoing throughout the building.

….

Damian had been patrolling the warehouse district for what seemed like hours now…nothing. He winced at the prospect of any of them going back without the Frye brat. Suddenly, he heard someone yelping in the building across from him…a young child judging by the pitch.

Grabbing a small street child who ran past, Damian ordered him to send a message to their leader…this was too much of a coincidence for it not be related to the day's earlier events.

…..

Ethan nodded as the street child gave him the message, "Thank you…" he turned to his right-hand man and gestured for him to follow him, "….Damian thinks he's found Jacob. Come on…they'll pay for taking what is mine."

"I'm coming too Dad!" came a voice from the doorway. Ethan and George span around in shock as Evie ran up to them and beamed. "I'm coming too Dad!"

Ethan knelt down to his daughter's level and shook his head, "No, it's too dangerous Evie."

"B-but you're going! And you've been shot!"

"I'm a trained assassin…even when shot, I am a foe to be reckoned with. You, however, are a seven year old girl who isn't even a quarter of the way through her training! No, you're not coming!"

Evie pouted, crossing her arms in anger. "But he's my brother! Grandma always told me that I'd have to protect him, because he was my younger brother!"

"…I know. But I swear to you, I'll bring him home…and then you can never let him leave your sight, alright?"

There was silence for a few moments, before Evie nodded. "Okay…promise?!"

"I promise little one."

With one final look at his daughter, Ethan left the house, closely followed by George.

…..

Jacob clapped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to remain silent as the men who kidnapped him climbed up the ladder towards his hiding place.

"Come on you little brat…" one of the men hissed, "…or I can't promise that you'll see our boss in one piece."

Jacob pressed himself further back against the wall, as if trying to blend into his surroundings. Suddenly, a shadow fell over him, causing the child to stare up in shock. One of his kidnappers smirked down at him, keeping his gun carefully trained on the child, "Gotcha…"

As the man's grip tightened on the gun, Jacob squeezed his eyes shut in preparation for the end…only for there to be nothing. Cautiously, he opened his eyes only to watch as the man fell to the side, blood squirting out of his neck from a knife stuck in it.

Jacob didn't even pause.

Frantically, he pushed himself off of the ground and away from the wall, racing in the opposite direction…until he heard something familiar.

"JACOB!"

Jacob stopped in his tracks, and span around to see his dad standing on the ledge, directly near the ladder. "Dad…" he whispered, "…DAD!"

With another burst of speed, Jacob sped towards his father and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, burying his face into his father's mid-section. Ethan hesitated for a few seconds before gently stroking his son's hair with his good arm.

"You're okay…" he whispered soothingly, "…you're okay."

…

Evie heard the front door open and rushed down the stairs, only pausing to grab her dressing gown. From the bottom of the stairs, Evie watched as her father and brother entered. "JACOB!" she screamed in joy, running up to them and pulling her younger twin into a hug.

"Evie…" complained Jacob, squirming in his sister's hold, "…Evie, get off."

Ethan chuckled, gently closing the door and then pulling the twins into a hug. The group remained like this for a few minutes, before Ethan pulled away. "Come on now children, it's been a long day…time for bed."

Evie nodded, attempting to pull her brother up the stairs…however, he resisted, staring up at his father. "Do you think I'll be like you one day?"

Ethan smiled at his son, "Someday…yes. Now bed."

He watched as Evie tugged her brother up the stairs, quietly lecturing him as Jacob whined. They'll be alright…they'll be fine.