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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"The military council have asked that Jacob Frye be indicted for crimes against this society." Stated Captain Tarko, his tone making it clear that it was an order.

"Jacob Frye will have a fair trial…." Sighed Altair in response to the Captain, "…in accordance with Assassin tradition."

"Ah yes, Assassin tradition….I'm afraid, Grandmaster Altair, that the military believes that an internal Assassin trial will seem…biased."

Altair raised an eyebrow as the Captain continued. "Therefore, we ask that you expel Jacob Frye from the Creed, so that he can tried by a military tribunal, receiving a more….impartial judgement."

"And who would represent Jacob in this tribunal?" asked Haytham, clearly disliking the idea.

"That would be up to the military…Mister Kenway. I would recommend someone outside of the Creed."

Haytham simply smirked at this, "Of course you would…"

Before Haytham could say anything that the Captain would take offense to, Malik stepped in. "This council will do what it deems to be necessary…thank you Captain."

Captain Tarko nodded, switching off the communicator, leaving the council alone.

"We can't seriously do what Tarko has suggested!" exclaimed Haytham, "We need to stand together with Jacob! That's how we have always operated."

"And yet…" began Giovanni, "…there is evidence to suggest that he is the mastermind behind the attacks on the Temple."

Achilles nodded in agreement, "He was found in the possession of explosive chemicals. This alone is enough to convict him."

Malik sighed, "I understand your conviction Haytham, but if we do as you suggest, then it could be seen as opposition to the civilian military…I don't believe we have much choice."

He turned to Altair, who sighed wearily. "Summon Jacob to the Chamber of Judgement…along with his friends as his support. Let us hope that we make the right choice."

…..

Jacob watched as his sister and Father paced backwards and forwards, with the other members of the young Assassins glancing at him every so often. "You guys are not helping…" he sighed.

Ethan ignored him, but Evie nodded and took a seat next to him. "Sorry baby brother, I-I just don't know what to do!"

"I'm only a few minutes younger…and don't worry, I don't know what to do either."

A bell ring echoed throughout the room, prompting the Assassin guards to escort Jacob out of the cell and into a large room, with the council members seated in a circle. Whilst Jacob was led to the centre, his family and friends stood on the outskirts of the circle, listening closely.

"Jacob Frye…" began Altair sternly, "….you have been accused of some serious charges. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty Grandmaster Altair. I follow the Creed and would never take the lives of innocents. The values of this Creed are sacred to me."

Giovanni then spoke up, ignoring his son's glares from outside the circle. "There is evidence to the contrary. You were alone with Leanne when she died, how do you explain that?"

"Someone poisoned the water…before I even got there!"

"Which brings us to Roth…" began George Westhouse, who was temporarily replacing Ethan on the council, "….can you explain your association with him?"

"We had….a mutual understanding. I thought he would help me!"

"Did he help you acquire the explosive chemicals that you were apprehended with?" asked Malik, "The same chemical used in the bombing of the temple?"

"No! I was set up and deceived! Just like you're being deceived now!"

Malik frowned, "The question is Mister Frye, who is deceiving us? Roth, you or someone else?"

"I am not deceiving you!" begged Jacob, "I would assume Roth is…but I can't be sure. The man who attacked me in the warehouse fought like an assassin." He sighed and glanced at the floor, "My…senses are clouded."

"Everything is clouded young one…" sighed Altair, "…dangerously clouded. But it is not just surrounding you…it is surrounding many things in times like these."

Suddenly Ethan from outside the circle stepped forwards, despite the warning from the guards. "You've already made up your minds haven't you?!" he cried out, "This meeting is just a formality!"

Haytham winced at the devastated look on his son's face, looking away when Altair bowed his head in clear grief. "We have reached a decision…" began the Grandmaster, "…though we are not all in agreement with it."

Malik sighed, "It is the opinion of the council that Jacob Frye has committed treason against the Creed…and thus he will be expelled from the Assassin Creed."

Jacob shook his head in denial, too shocked to even spin around when he heard the cries of his friends and family behind him.

"You can't do this!" yelled Evie, trying to push past the guards

Edward seemed to be in agreement, "This is bullshit!"

"Figli di puttane!" Ezio this time.

Giovanni ignored the curses of his son, "Your rank shall be stripped from you, and the privileges and benefits you once gained from your title will no longer be made available to you. Military guards will escort you to the courts, where you will await your trial and whatever punishment is handed to you…"

One of the guards grabbed a shell-shocked Jacob from the back and handcuffed him.

"From this moment on…" continued Giovanni, "…you are barred from the Creed."

….

In his cell back in the military prison, Jacob sat in silence. The door hissed open and Ethan, along with another gent, entered, causing Jacob to smile slightly in relief.

"Mister Georges Danton…" Ethan introduced the other man, "….has agreed to represent you in court. Your friend, Arno, recommended him. He's not fully associated with our Creed, so the military should approve of the decision."

Danton nodded, "I'll do everything in my power to prove your innocence Monsieur Frye."

"I'm almost certain the person responsible is an assassin…" growled Jacob, "…He was in the warehouse, in the room and we fought! But he got away…didn't any of the guards see anything?"

"No…" sighed Ethan, "…none of the guards saw anything. Your original statement said that Roth led you to the warehouse and then left before you entered?"

"Yes….the man who attacked me wanted to make it seem like it was Roth who attacked me, but missed that mark by a mile! Although, he did have Roth's prize knife with him."

"Well, if that's all the evidence we have, then I know what I and the young assassins have to do."

Ethan moved to leave, but Danton frowned. "Where are you going Monsieur? You cannot leave now!"

"Yes I can. I have to find whoever attacked my son and get to the bottom of this."

With that, Ethan left, leaving Jacob alone with Danton. "Well…" sighed the lawyer, "…until we hear from your Father, let's work on your defence."

Jacob sighed, "Forgive me if I'm not optimistic….I thought I was a part of that Creed. But almost everyone seems to have given up on me, abandoned me! I'm not holding out much hope that the military judge will treat me any differently."

…..

Roth smirked as he sensed a familiar presence behind him, "Miss Frye….what a pleasure."

He span around to see the other Frye twin glaring at him, "I know you're the real culprit behind all of this."

"Prove it!"

Evie leapt at the older man, kicking him back several times as the man grunted in pain.

"Leave me alone!" growled Roth as he tried to fight back, however, he soon found himself pinned against the wall, chocking slightly as Evie tightened her grip on his throat.

"Tell me what happened!" ordered Evie.

"W-when I heard your brother was on the run, I thought he might bring in a large bounty!" coughed Roth, "I was going to cash the check and turn him into the authorities!"

Evie released her grip and scowled, "What stopped you?"

"I admit…" coughed Roth, rubbing his throat, "…at first I was only interested in the money and revenge…but then I realised that Jacob and I had a lot in common."

"How dare you compare yourself to Jacob?!"

Roth whirled around in anger, "It's true! Starrick is thinking of abandoning me….and you and your precious Creed abandoned Jacob. We are exactly the same!"

Evie wanted to disagree….but found that she couldn't.

…..

Jacob tried not to show fear as he was led into another courtroom….this one bigger and with a lot more people who disliked him. Seated on a balcony to his right, were the members of the Assassin council. Standing beside him was his lawyer, Danton and on the other end of the room, was Captain Tarko.

"Jacob Frye…" drawled the Judge, "…you have been charged with treason against the Assassin Creed and our society itself. This court will decide your fate…Prosecution, you may begin your argument."

Captain Tarko stepped forwards. "Mister Frye. I shall prove that you were the mastermind behind the attack on the Assassin temple. Once your accomplishes had carried out your orders, you eliminated them one by one! When you are found guilty, I ask that the full extent of the law be brought down upon you!"

Jacob's eyes widened in shock, he didn't mean-

"-this includes the penalty of death!"

….

"After I left the warehouse, thus leaving your brother alone, I was walking away and I thought that he was coming up behind me to talk some more…" Roth sighed, "…but I was wrong. Someone came up and hit me over the head. And not just anyone can sneak up on me….it had to have been another one of your kind!"

"I don't believe you…"

"Believe it! Whoever is responsible now has my treasured knife….it literally has my initials on the handle. That's how you'll know you've found the criminal."

Evie sighed wearily, "Well this led me to a dead end…You're the only one Jacob talked to!"

"…That's not true."

This caused Evie to spin around, "What do you mean?"

"Your brother contacted the Temple and spoke to someone called…." Roth thought to himself for a few moments before clicking his fingers, "…Shay! That's why we knew to go to the warehouse in the first place. It was this 'Shay' who told us to go there!"

Evie snarled in frustration, "If you're lying, you're dead!" she hissed, before disappearing into the shadows.

Roth simply stood there and smirked, "Such promises my dear…"

…..

"Look at the facts!" exclaimed Danton, "Leanne called Jacob to her cell in order to tell her the identity of the true mastermind behind the Temple attacks. Leanne told him that she was afraid, that the mastermind was an Assassin and before she could tell Jacob the identity, Leanne was killed by way of poison through the water she drank. Why would Jacob kill Leanne when he was still in the room?! Of course he would be the obvious suspect!"

He took a deep breath, "Now, an Assassin may be responsible for the Temple attacks….but that Assassin is not Jacob Frye! Members of the court, you are prosecuting the wrong Assassin!"

Slow clapping came from the prosecution side as Captain Tarko stepped forwards, "Well said Mister Danton, however, if he is innocent then why was he seen conspiring with known Templar, Maxwell Roth?!

Jacob scowled at the Captain, "Someone is setting me up! My friends and family will prove this!"

"And where are they now?"

"They're trying to find the real murderer!

"Then maybe…" snarled Tarko, "…they should be looking at you!"

…..

Arno closed the communication between him and Evie, striding down the corridor towards Shay's room. The other members of his group had initially protested at the idea of Arno confronting Shay due to the tension between the two, but had eventually backed down.

He knocked twice on the door.

"Enter"

Arno slid open the door to see Shay meditating on the floor. "Shay…" he began, "….I need to talk to you."

"Arno?!" exclaimed Shay in surprise, pushing himself to his feet, "What can I do for you?"

Arno wandered over to Shay's bedside table and slyly removed one of Shay's daggers, "Someone told me that you talked to Jacob. I need to know what you said to him."

Frowning Shay shrugged, "We've talked every so often, and I'd like to consider us friends. I was only trying to help him….I hope I'm not in any trouble for trying to help a friend."

"No, no, no trouble…" Arno examined the dagger, "…I just need to know what you told him, and whether you told anyone else."

"No, I thought I had a clue for him, but I really couldn't tell him anything…who told you I spoke to him?"

"Roth…he told Evie."

Shay frowned, "Roth? Isn't he a Templar? Surely he might be behind this?"

"Other members the Creed may agree with you. Roth believes it was someone else."

"And you believe him?!" Shay smirked at Arno, "Who else could it be but him? Surely not Jacob?"

"No…no I don't think it was Jacob either…we think they're both telling the truth."

Out of the corner of his eye, Arno watched as Shay slowly began to back away, heading towards his sword. "But…" he continued, "….there's only one way to find out."

With a lunge, Arno blocked Shay's path to his sword and swung at him with Shay's own dagger. This forced Shay to use the only other weapon he had on him…a dagger with the initials M.R engraved in gold on the handle.

"Funny…" Arno growled, "….that belongs to Roth."

Shay snarled and went on the offense, as Arno tried to force Shay back long enough to draw his sword.

"You should have gotten rid of it!" growled Arno.

"Really? I think it suits me!"

The fight continued, with the two of them eventually forcing each other back long enough to grab their swords...although, Arno was able to get the upper hand by kicking Shay through his door.

….

"I'm sure many of you…" began the Judge, "….look upon this former Assassin and think, surely he cannot be this murderer or saboteur that they speak of? And yet, think about all the times that we have been fooled by the Templars, how they have infiltrated this society time and time again, and think to yourselves….is this another Templar scheme? Another way to rip the Assassin, and subsequently all of us, apart?!"

…..

Arno and Shay clashed swords up the corridors of the Temple.

"Jacob trusted you!" snarled Arno, "And you betrayed him!"

Shay frowned, "I've learnt that trust is over-rated. The only thing the Assassin council believes in is violence!"

The fight continued, with each often getting the upper hand. After being kicked to the ground, Shay seemed as though he was about to escape down the corridor, however, his path was blocked by Assassin guards, who immediately drew their weapons at the sight.

Seeing that he couldn't escape that way, Shay ran at a nearby window, shattering the glass and leaping out onto the rooftops. Arno was quick to follow, however, Shay was able to kick Arno down towards the ground, where a class of children were being taught self-defence.

As Arno lay on the ground, one of the children glanced up to see Shay leaping down towards them. "Look out!" the child cried out.

Thanks to the warning, Arno was able to deflect the attack, continuing the fight despite the class just to the side of them. They lunged and swiped at each other for another few minutes before finally, Arno manged to disarm Shay and pin him up against a tree.

"It's over…" he growled, "….stand down!"

…

"The members of the jury have reached a verdict…." The Judge stated, "…Jacob Frye. By an overwhelming number of votes-"

The doors leading into the courtroom burst open and Ethan Frye stormed in, closely followed by the rest of Jacob's friends "Stop!"

The judge frowned at the interruption, "I trust you lot have a good reason for interrupting these proceedings Mister Frye."

"We have come with evidence and a confession from the true person who committed the crimes that Jacob has been accused of!" cried out Ethan to the court, as he and the other Assassin's moved to the side, "Shay Patrick Cormac! Member of the Assassin's Creed…"

Shay stepped forwards, a determined look on his face with his hands bound together in handcuffs.

"….and traitor!"

Jacob's eyes were wide in shock as he stepped forwards. "Shay…is that true?"

Shay remained silent for a few moments, prompting Connor to growl at him. "Tell them the truth!"

"Fine…" growled the Irishman, "…I did it! Because I realised what the majority of this society have already realised! That the Assassins are the ones responsible for our pain and suffering, for the death and despair! The Creed has lost its way! We should be the ones on trial, all of us! And my attack on the Temple was an attack on what the Creed has become…and army fighting for evil, having fallen from the light that we held so dear! This society will fall...it's only a matter of time."

Two guards grabbed Shay by the arms as the Judge sneered down at the young man. "Take him away!"

The guards led Shay out of the door as Evie and her friends turned to grin at Jacob. Jacob however, could only muster up a small, sad smile, staring at the ground.

…..

Early the next morning, Jacob, the council and Jacob's friends stood in the council building.

"Jacob…." Sighed Evie, "…I am so sorry…so sorry. About everything"

Jacob just nodded, uncharacteristically remaining silent as his Father stepped forwards. "You have our most humble apologies son. The council was wrong to accuse you."

"You have shown great strength and resilience throughout your struggle to prove your innocence." Achilles this time, grief clear on his face….he had been the one to train Shay when he was a child.

Giovanni nodded, "This is the true sign of an Assassin."

"This was actually…" began Malik, "…your great trial. Now we see that."

Jacob crossed his arms and rose his eyebrow in disbelief as Malik continued. "This trial has made you a greater Assassin than you would have, if you hadn't gone through this trial."

Altair, from his seat, nodded. "You may come back into the Creed."

Seeing that her brother clearly wasn't happy, Evie stepped forwards. "They're asking you back Jacob…we're all asking you back."

There was silence for a few moments as Jacob stared at them all. Everyone was smiling at him, as though everything was alright….but it wasn't. With a deep sigh, Jacob turned to his sister and shook his head. "I'm sorry Evie…" he whispered, tears building in his eyes, "…but I'm not coming back."

Without waiting for an answer, he turned and left the council room. Behind him, everyone was glancing at each other in shock. After a couple of minutes, Evie took a couple of steps forwards before rushing out of the door to follow her brother, with Haytham gently holding Ethan back from following her.

By the time Evie caught up with her brother, he was almost out of the Temple door. "Jacob wait!" she called out….but he kept walking. "Jacob! I need to talk to you!"

Finally, her twin stopped in the Temple entrance, letting her catch up. She frowned as he turned around, "Why are you doing this?!" she asked.

"The council didn't trust me! So how can I trust myself?!"

"What about me?! What about Father and your friends?! We all trusted you and stood by you!"

Jacob smiled at his sister, "I know you trusted me Evie…and I'm grateful for that. But this isn't about you! I can't stay here any longer…not now."

"The Creed is your life, you can't throw it away like this! Jacob, you are making a mistake!"

"Maybe….but I have to sort this out on my own. Without the council…" He turned away, "…and without you."

Evie was stunned into silence, tears building in her eyes as she watched Jacob stride away…and there she stayed until Jacob could no longer be seen.