#jacobfrye

By Luke combs ( song fic )

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It’s Father’s Day in some parts of the world right now ( not here in Australia) so I thought I’d write this one shot for those craving something for Jacob and his son ( I used my version of Jacob’s family )

@nemo-in-wonderland @ct-5445 @thedragonqueenfan @assassins-and-hidden-blades

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( 1875 )

It was sometime in the night when little Emmette Frye snuck from his bed and tiptoed to his parents room. The trees rustling and tapping on the window pane had frightened him.

At first he tried to wake up his sister,

“Hmm go’way” she muttered and rolled back over and covered herself with her blanket.

Once in his parents room he shook his father awake,

“Daddy?” Emmette whispered to the assassin startling the man awake, he reached for the blade he kept under the mattress but stopped when he saw who disturbed him.

“Emmette?” Jacob rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up from the bed carefully as not to disturb his wife.

The young boy quickly jumped in to his fathers arms as he picked him up,

“Let’s get you back to bed lad…” he yawned.

( start song )

Before Emmette could utter another word the assassin was already tucking him in to bed, giving him a goodnight kiss and starting to turn to leave,

“Daddy I’m afraid, won’t you stay a little while” he begged grabbing his fathers sleeping shirt by the tails,

“Why’s that son?” Jacob asked curiously now turning back to listen,

“Keep me safe because there’s monsters right outside” Emmette explained pointing to the window that let the moonlight in.

“There’s no monsters lad, you’ll be alright” Jacob tried to reason softly, trying again to leave.

“Daddy please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone…when you leave they’ll know I’m alone and get me” Emmette whimpered.

Seeing the genuine fear in his child Jacob took his hand and said,

“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I wont be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”

He took his son in to a hug,

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know you’re scared when I’m not here…I’ll always be right here” Jacob added putting a hand over Emmette’s heart.

( 1891 )

“Come father I’ll be late my carriage will be here any minute” Emmette called out to his father, now a young man he had been called away over seas for a mission on behalf of the British brotherhood.

He had just finished consoling his mother and promising profusely to write as often as he could.

“You know the brotherhood doesn’t like to be kept waiting” Emmette added as his father came down the stairs, the years hadn’t been to kind to the elder assassin especially during the autumn of terror some years back.

“Are you ready son?” Jacob asked as he looked at the one suitcase he was going to take.

“As I’ll ever be..” he replied nervously, there was a sick churning in his stomach and he wasn’t even on the boat yet.

Emmette wondered if he was ready for this mission at all…he had always had his father to guide him.

Opening the front door the young man saw the carriage pull up on the street infront of his childhood home.

Jacob pulled his son close before he could leave, wrapping his arms around his sons neck,

“Just because your leaving, it don’t mean I won’t be there by your side” he whispered holding back the tears that threatened to spill and the lump in his throat,

“When you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”

Emmette tried to interrupt,

“I-I’ll be fine father-“

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know your scared…I might be here but I’ll always be right there..” Jacob added pulling away from his son, patting him on the back and sending him off in to the world.

( 1919 )

The telegram had come a week prior from old Aunt Evie in the countryside,

‘Emmette come home. Your father had an Apoplexy’ the elder man read it and his heart filled with dread, he took the first train he could to Crawley.

Once there he, his sister and Aunt Evie did their best to look after the old assassin. He wasn’t so spry no more and he couldn’t free run or fight like in his old days.

But unfortunately he grew weaker each day,

“Heh who knew a stroke would take me” Jacob whispered from his bed as Emmette sat by his bedside, Amelia was helping her Aunt prepare lunch downstairs.

“I’d always hoped it’d be at the business end of blade or pistol” he chuckled which turned in to a coughing fit which made the old man gasp for air.

“You aren’t going to die father…just rest and you’ll regain your strength soon enough” Emmette reasoned after his father had slightly settled, taking his hand gently.

The poor man was in denial even after the doctors grim diagnosis…he wasn’t going to get better.

“I’m an old man Emmette…I’ve done my fighting…I miss your mother” Jacob muttered tiredly wheezing, his grip loosening on his sons hand.

Emmette felt tears pool in his eyes,

“Daddy I’m afraid…won’t you stay a little while?” He felt like a small child again as he begged his father trying to keep him awake.

“It’s my time son…”

“I never thought I’d see the day I’d have to say goodbye..” Emmette whimpered.

“T-Then I did good..a father should never have to bury his son…”

“Daddy please don’t go, I can’t do this on my own..” he became to softly cry,

“You have your sister…and your children…look after your aunt for me..” Jacob reasoned rasping.

“There’s no way I can walk this road alone…I still need you..”

With the last bit of strength in the old Assassins body Jacob took his sons hand,

“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I won’t be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me…I-in the middle of the night..” he answered softly.

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer..” Jacob lifted a shakily weak hand to wipe away the tears running down Emmette’s cheek,

“It’s okay boy I’m not scared, I won’t be here…”

His weakened hand slipped down to place it over his sons heart,

“I’ll always be right here…” Jacob patted it and his arm fell back by his side, too exhausted now to move.

“Amelia, Aunt Evie!” Emmette cried out,

“Even though I’m leaving…I’m not going no where…” Jacob closed his eyes.

“I’m not going no where…” he muttered and drifted off to sleep…. 

Wedding time! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ RothFrye commission for @deadlysequence

Final Prompt by lovely solisdaemon/Valorianru  Day 31 and with mix of halloween: Family

prompts COMPLETE SYNCHRONIZATION 100%! Thank you for this wonderful prompt you made!

So many challenges gotten through me while doing these prompts. And never thought I would finish it~ Thank you again for the wonderful #codextober prompt~

Evie: Jacob’s a lot like a leprechaun, don’t you think?

Henry: *confused* What? How is Mr. Frye like leprechaun?

Evie: Well, he causes mayhem wherever he goes, and he enjoys inconveniencing others for his own amusement.

Henry: I see your point, Miss Frye. Perhaps your brother is indeed a leprechaun.