#replies: jac

[kaliofruin]

AN EXERCISE IN TRUST FT. HURRICANE JAC

The storm has not yet rattled the glass windows of Asphodel. It kisses the glass, rainfall still light and almost flirtatious, like something that has missed her. Who is Kali to deny that call? The window unlatches with a soft click, and she watches the clouds turn violent. The power in Asphodel does not yet flicker, so one of her people begins to brew Kali tea.

It reminds her of monsoon season in India. The weight of the air. The perfume of nature before it lays waste.

She remembers stone courtyards slick with rain, silk clinging to skin, the rhythm of percussion bleeding through the curtains of a mehfil half-drowned in the light of a storm still gathering its power. Back then, the world could end and no one would stop dancing.

Her head leans out of the window, a heavy droplet of rain hits her cheek.

Behind her, Gael Fiori moves (and closes her window as soon as her head is no longer outside). Clan Reardon's first crisis under his leadership, and instead of Kali pulling on those reigns a bit tighter, a bit closer, she lets go. His boots echo up and down the halls, sleeves rolled, teeth bared in that near-smile only suitable when the stakes are high. He barks two orders and types three more to their entourage. The grace of someone with the natural propensity for this, raised in blood and polished by her influence. He updates her aloud when needed. Otherwise, she spares a glance here and there. She busies herself with personal matters. A call to her escorts, a word to Gael to dispatch men to escort them to safe houses or shelters. A message here, a whisper there, to assets she holds close. The rest, she leaves to him, who has already covered the bulk of their bases and has a plan in place for the others.

It's a test. Of him, of course. But also of her.

How well can she let go? How easy can he make it for her?

The answer is: very.

Kali slinks into the armchair beside the open window of her office, lets her heels fall off one at a time, and drapes one leg over the other like she's at a salon instead of in the path of an obviously magic induced hurricane. The magical nature, the power required to conjure this, has her interest, but that's for another day. Her glass is full. The lounge is sealed. Her faith, oddly enough, feels earned. It's a culmination of two years' work.

Let the city drown, she thinks. Reardon will float.

Gael closes her window for the tenth time behind him before he leaves. Another exercise in trust. Be safe, darling is unsaid, but understood, in the glance they share before he leaves.

The wind begins to scream outside. Inside Asphodel, Kali stretches out like a cat and kicks her feet up. There's a little bit she must still oversee -- her employees downstairs are hard at work, making the area suitable for civilians to take shelter. The upper floor is for Reardon, and Reardon alone. There's plenty of candles to go around. Provisions are checked over, notes made to write those off when taxes are filed the following year.

Tonight, safety is offered freely at Asphodel.

[ofgarnett]

who: @fengforhire

when: right before the hurricane

what: the other side of the coin here

For the first time in the ten years of possessing Caitlin—and the unfinished years he’d lounged inside Jameson—Dorian possesses someone else.

It is unplanned. It is unexpected. He slips from Caitlin in the space between heartbeats, an eel of shadow skimming through the coastal dark. Something—someone—is trespassing in his dream-soil, leaving psychic footprints deep enough to bruise, and he must know the name.

Bodies become stepping-stones. A motel clerk dozing over invoices: slip in, taste penny-sweet panic, discard. A dock-worker snoring atop rope coils: slip in, taste homesick salt, discard. A rideshare driver stalled at a red light: slip in, taste numb resignation, discard. Each mind hums at ordinary frequencies; none match the illicit chord rumbling beneath the sky like subterranean bass.

Then the signal spikes—pure, aching will—dragging him inland through lamplit streets. He leaps through a paperboy, then a night jogger, and finally cinches himself into the frame of a mailman finishing the graveyard sort. The uniform smells of rain-damp wool and DMV coffee; the skin underneath hums with dog-bite scars and deferred dreams. Adequate. He pilots the mailman’s aching knees down a quiet cul-de-sac where a three-story, five-bedroom house broods behind wind-worried hedges—big enough for six kids, modest enough to dodge envy. No wards glitter, yet the trespasser’s dream pulses inside, rattling Dorian’s borrowed teeth.

He steers the mailman up the sidewalk, boots whispering over rain-slick concrete, and halts beneath the dark eaves. From here he can taste her—an electrical tang blooming through the brick like ozone before a strike. The front door doesn’t matter; walls are tissue to his kind. He angles the borrowed head, listening as her dream-pulse throbs against the siding, each wave a Morse code of defiance and raw, bright fear. Yes. This is the quarry.

For a moment he simply stands in the hush of the cul-de-sac, letting the restless hedge branches scrape the mailman’s sleeves while he savors the gravitational pull of her will. It drags at him from the second-floor bedroom the way tides tug at a moon, an undertow of storm-colored thoughts tunneling straight into his realm without permission. Bold girl. Reckless girl. Perfect.

With a sigh that fogs the night air, Dorian peels himself out of the postal flesh. The mailman stiffens, eyes glazing, then folds gently to his knees beside the garden gate, released to ordinary sleep. Dorian’s consciousness condenses to a razor filament and slithers across the threshold—through keyhole, through drywall, through quiet hallway—drawn unerringly to the heat-signature of that incandescent mind.

He slips between the Air Witch's fluttering lashes like smoke, finds the rhythm of her heartbeat, and floods the chambers of her dreaming skull. For a breath she convulses beneath the sheets; then her pulse steadies, syncing to the ancient cadence of the intruder now seated behind her eyes. The bedroom remains unchanged—shadows, faint detergent, distant drip of a faucet—but inside, the landscape has overturned: Dorian stands at the epicenter of her storm, tasting the voltage of a girl audacious enough to write her own passages through his night. He hangs between dimensions like a spider on a single trembling thread, all hunger and hush, his black-lantern eyes reflecting the battlefield below.

He becomes the architect of this nightmare.

The forest he conjures up for the Air Witch is not made of wood or leaf but of need—his need—and it stretches forever until he wills it to close like a fist. Every branch is a rib, every shadow a vein, all of it pulsing in rhythm with his patient, predatory breath.

He watches her stagger through the undergrowth, slick with blood that has not yet decided whose side it belongs to. She beheads a vampire— good, she remembers the rules—and he feels the ash scatter in his own mouth like bitter snow. When she smothers a werewolf he inhales the last rasp of its lungs, tastes the coppery panic as though it were communion wine. She is efficient, brutal, beautiful in her resolve, and each decision is a lit torch he can study for color and heat. Ambition is a rare vintage; one must crush it carefully to draw out the sweetest notes.

The hybrids come next, stitched nightmares pulled from her own subconscious—the long-legged thing with triple jaws, the eyeless serpent draped in children’s lullabies, the bone moth that screams through a hundred stolen mouths. She cannot predict them because she has designed them herself beneath dreaming skin. Dorian merely animates what already festered in her; he is, in his own estimation, an artist of curation rather than invention. Still, watching her blade whistle through necks that re-knit, torsos that re-splinter, he feels a swell of satisfaction ripple along the void. Two step forward, one dissolves, three reform—hydra arithmetic that she solves with sweat and lightning and stubborn grit. He hums approval, a note too low for mortal scales, and the forest hums with him.

When a creature falls behind, the creeping crimson edge of the void gulps it down. He designed that edge to move like hunger personified, a holy tide gnawing reality fiber by fiber. Each swallowed scream is another pulse of energy devoured, another confession of fear harvested. The Air Witch’s shudder reaches him a heartbeat later, sweet and sharp, and he cups the echo in his palms like a dying bird just to feel the frantic flutter.

Yet even a hunt this exquisite will lose flavor if the prey believes it meaningless. So he threads a new idea through the pack-mind, a silver hook of purpose: Herd her. The monsters pivot in unison, a single organism of claws and shrieks, and the Air Witch’s eyes widen as strategy announces itself in their footfalls. She tries to double back—the pack flows sideways. She tries to climb—the pack stacks upon itself. He can almost hear her thoughts stutter: Something is driving them.

Yes, child. Something is.

Dorian dilates the void until it brushes the roots behind her, dissolving bark into red dust. Every murder she commits delays the encroachment by a moment—so he feeds her just enough adversaries to maintain the illusion of control while the red tide inches closer. She will exhaust herself buying seconds that are already sold.

Eventually she bursts from the tree line onto the cliff he carved for this crescendo—a wound in the earth dropping into ink. She skids to the precipice and turns. Lightning crackles above her, summoned by instinct, coiling in the clouds like silver serpents awaiting command. Her hair lifts with static; her lungs hitch with anticipation of violence. Dorian savors that hesitation—the slow unclenching of her fist when she realizes the pack has halted at the treeline, eyes glowing, bodies taut but motionless.

He speaks to them without words: Show her devotion, not aggression. Hundreds of snouts flare, tasting her fear, but not one paw breaks formation. The forest goes still save for the thrum of approaching nothingness behind them. He can see the Air Witch’s shoulders loosen, confusion seeping in. Good. Doubt is the wedge he requires.

From his vantage—everywhere and nowhere—Dorian drizzles memory across her mind: snapshots of the family who has not come, the friends who cannot breach this pocket reality, the countless quiet rooms she will never inhabit again. He is gentle with the images; cruelty lands best when wrapped in tenderness. He even spares a moment to show her her own empty bed, still unmade from the morning she vanished. Loneliness descends like a cold veil, and the charge in the clouds gutters out.

She peers over the cliff’s edge. He murmurs into the abyss, shaping an echo that reaches her ears as invitation rather than threat. Leap and be free, it promises, wearing his voice yet flavorless enough that she convinces herself it came from within. Her body lists, exhausted. He can taste the microfractures webbing her resolve, the fine cracks spreading under the weight of grief and hope.

Dorian cherishes this part: the inventory of what keeps a mortal tethered. He skims her memories as she does, lingering on each face she conjures—Lara on the squashy couch, Riven flashing that rogue’s grin, Jen’s soft sanctuary, Nadia’s smile from behind a coffee counter, Dani’s sister-fire, her mother’s silent gravity. He presses gently on each recollection, not enough to crush, just enough to bruise, to remind her they are impossibly far away. Ambition is rarely about just reaching forward; more often it is about cutting away what roots you.

She whispers a thought—I’ve never been kissed—and the admission flares through him, bittersweet. He files it for later.

Now comes the final fastening. He lets the monsters behind her part like a ceremonial guard, opening a corridor of horrors that stretches back to where the void gnaws. No roar, no rush. Just waiting. Her choices distill to two vectors: backward into certain dismemberment, or forward into the unknown maw.

Her knees shake. Her breath rasps. Time hangs suspended, a bead of molten glass cooling midair.

Jump.

She does.

For the length of a heartbeat, Dorian lets gravity have her. She drops, hair streaming behind like a comet tail. Then he closes his fist and the abyss obliges, warping to cradle her descent in velvet darkness. She does not break; she simply stops, suspended, eyes wide at the betrayal of physics.

Dorian exudes himself into the black, a suggestion of a face forming inches from hers, all dark water and starless sky. No human musculature encumbers his smile; it is an aurora of knives unfolding beneath translucent flesh.

“Ambitious to the last,” he says, voice a slow tectonic grind inside her skull. “Do you know why I made you run? Do you understand what I showed you, Air Witch? Every trunk was a boundary you once accepted, every snarling hybrid a half-formed fear you refused to name. I sharpened them, let them bite, because steel is only honest after the hammer. When you lopped off a vampire’s head, you weren’t proving courage—you were proving that familiarity dulls horror. Easy victories breed complacency. So I peeled back familiarity and stitched fresh nightmares from the scraps of your imagination. Did you feel how they learned you in real time—split, merged, adapted? That was me teaching you the first lesson of power: prey that won’t evolve deserves extinction.

“And the void crawling at your heels? That was inevitability—the slow, certain erasure awaiting every witch who spends her talents on parlor tricks instead of empire. You bought seconds with blood, but seconds are cheap; ambition is expensive. I herded you to the cliff precisely because you believed you still had options. There is no option, Air Witch. There is surrender to gravity or mastery over it.

“You chose to jump. Good. A lesser creature would have turned and begged the pack for mercy. You spat on mercy. In that instant you confessed the truth I was tasting for—you want more than survival. You want the sky to answer your name the way lightning answers your nerves. That flicker in your eyes as you fell? That was hunger freed from hope’s polite leash.

“So here we are, suspended between what was and what might be. I can raise you back to the ledge, rinse and repeat the lesson until you break—or I can teach you how to command the forest, the void, the pack. Tell me, little stormcaller: will you keep leaping blind, or will you learn to fly?”

[icvrian]

friendly reminder that i'll be q'ing replies this week to get my draft count cut down a bit but i'm updating my to - do list as i go ! <3

[meaningofheartford]

Parker offered the girl a soft smile as he shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Jacqueline, I'm Parker." He tucked his free hand into his pocket, feeling the cool air.

“Thank you, my work means a lot to me. Heartford has has it's charm. It’s nice to capture that, even if it’s not always my personal style." He nodded. "Longer nights are often the best time to do some art work though. Quiet, no disruptions."

Time moves slowly in a town like Heartford. Her art, along with it. Fortunately, the new installation at the museum keeps her occupied. It provides an excuse for leaving work at the late hour, her canvas still blank. Glancing up, Jacqueline nods. "Bonsoir." Good evening, the Frenchwoman says, instinctive as it is. "Longer nights, I must admit." Heartford is quiet, sometimes too quiet, and it can leave a lonely sense in the air. "I enjoy your photographs." As an artist herself, she pays attention to these things. "Wholesome, nostalgic. It's Heartford to a T." And though it's too sweet for her taste, there's something healing about it too. "I'm Jacqueline." She extends her hand.

[lcvecove]

៹࣪ ៸៸ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 . . . ꒱꒱

in which Jack shows appreciation for all that you do, by doing you a favour.

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. jack hughes x athletic!trainer!reader. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fluff. banter. 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. just had this idea in my head and had to write it. who knows if I’ll do more with this pairing, maybe, maybe not. we’ll see. as always reblogs and feedback is appreciated and I hope you liked it <3

Working in professional sports means you’re exposed to attractive people most of the time. They’re professional athletes , it’s their job to keep their bodies in shape , and over time you get used to it. A six foot , fit, cocky man is much less appealing when you're surrounded by them twenty-four-seven. It helps that you get to see them in their lowest of lows. Snoring on the plane when they haven’t brushed their teeth in over 24 hours , wearing the same T-Shirt and sweatpants on the plane on every roadie , or when they take it a step further ( bc they’re overachievers ) and puke in your backseat when you pick their drunk asses up from a night out. That’ll teach you to become friends with co-workers.

So it surprises you every now and then when you hear people freak out about how attractive they are , or how lucky you were to be in their presence as often as you are. People in this case being your dad’s friends’ daughter.

“I gotta get a job like yours if I get to stare at that the entire time,” Amanda says from her position next to you in the box , her eyes focussed on Jack who stood outside the door talking to one of the building staff members. you resist the urge to let out a sigh and only send her a polite smile. You hold yourself back from wanting to give her advice because she probably wouldn’t take it into consideration anyway. It was challenging to get your job as one of the team’s assistant athletic trainers , but getting the job wasn’t necessarily the hard part. It was keeping the job , continuously proving that you deserve it.

“Thanks again for getting us up here sweetheart,” your dad says, taking the spot next to you when Amanda occupies herself elsewhere, and squeezing you tightly into his side. Your parents were both lifelong devils fans and actually met at a game. So it was only fitting that they would celebrate their thirtieth anniversary at the same place they met.

“Pass my thanks on to Jack too would you?” your dad says , knowing it was because of him that they were up there but before you could reply a smooth voice cut in from behind.

“No need for that sir , the box was gonna sit empty tonight anyway. I’m glad it’s being put to good use,” Jack cuts in and both you and your dad turn to look at him. He was clad in his game day suit , one you’ve seen many times now but it still managed to make your mouth run dry a bit.

Sir? you mouth at Jack, lifting your eyebrow in a teasing gesture and if you didn’t know him as well as you did you would’ve missed the slight lift in the corner of his lips, revealing his brief amusement before it fades away as he continues talking to your dad.

“You gonna get me a goal tonight? Break this little dry streak you're on” your dad jokingly asks as he shakes Jack’s hand and you gently nudge him.

“Dad,” you warn, knowing how hard Jack was on himself already about going pointless for a few games. You send Jack an apologetic glance but he just smiles in response. Usually it didn’t bother Jack when fans talked about his game. No one was more disappointed in him not performing than he was. And no one wanted to score more than he did.

But for some reason when someone close to you mentioned it, it struck a bit of a nerve. For some unknown reason Jack wanted nothing more than to play the best game of his career tonight and impress your dad. Maybe even impress you, but as he’s learned the last few months, that’s no easy task.

You’ve remained thoroughly unimpressed by just about anything and everything Jack Hughes has thrown your way. Which Jack isn’t afraid to admit, has hurt his ego quite a bit, but it’s also made him utterly fascinated by you.

“Should’ve worn my jersey. Give me a bit of extra luck,” Jack jokes and your dad lets out a slight laugh, patting the ‘C’ on his chest. Proudly wearing the devil’s Captain’s jersey.

“Well in that case you’ve got all the luck you need son. My wife is wearing your jersey — honey, come meet Jack! ” he yells at your mom and you feel your cheeks heat slightly in embarrassment, sending Jack another apologetic smile, and your heart warms at the sweet, easy going grin he gives you, and then your mom in greeting.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him make that much of an effort to keep small talk going as he did with your parents for the next ten minutes. Even going as far as telling your dad that whatever they were gonna order at the bar tonight should go under his tab. You practically had to drag him away when game time was nearing and he had to go.

“We really need to go. I’ll see you guys after okay?” you say hugging your parents goodbye and following Jack out the door.

“Go get ‘em sweetheart,” your dad yells after you, as if you were the one about to play, and Jack laughs softly when you shake your head in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re really excited to be here, as you can probably tell,” you say bashfully and Jack has the urge to stop in the middle of the hallway and just admire the blush of your cheeks. It’s not often that he gets to see you this laid-back, cheeks flushed, eyes practically lit up with happiness, foreshadows of your dimples, that he now knows comes from your mom, as you struggle to keep the smile off your face. Jack has always seen brief glimpses of this version of you, whenever they win a game, but it’s always there for a split second before you detach yourself and go into work mode.

And Jack is utterly obsessed with that version of you too. The one who doesn’t accept any shit from him or the guys. Who always seems to clean up everyone’s messes, on and off the ice, even if it’s not really in your job description. It’s not that Jack liked that version any less than this one, it’s just that his heart felt like it was going to explode because he’s the only one who has this little piece of you now. None of the other guys have seen you playfully roll your eyes at your dad’s jokes, or the fond smile you get on your face when your mom dotes on you. Only he has that.

“Don’t even worry about it. I wanted to meet them and I’m glad I did, they were awesome,” Jack says and you reach out and grab his bicep, bringing both of you to a standstill.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. You made their night. My dad’s never gonna shut up about this,” you say, squeezing his arm softly and Jack reaches for your other hand, glancing left and right and making sure no one else is around as he intertwines your fingers.

“We don’t show you enough appreciation around here for everything you do for us. For me. This was my way of doing that,” Jack says, squeezing your hand softly and his lungs malfunction temporarily as you step closer and press a feather light kiss to his cheek.

“You’re sweet when you wanna be, you know.” you say, moving away from him and Jack immediately misses having you close to him.

“Right back atcha,” he says, nudging you softly.

The two of you walk in silence in the direction of the locker room for a bit before he breaks it again and when you hear the words come out of his mouth, you desperately wish he didn’t.

“So the girl that was in the booth with your parents? She related to you?” he asks casually and you squint at him suspiciously as he refuses to meet your eye.

“No. She’s just my dad’s friend’s daughter. Family friend,” you explain and Jack nods.

“She single?” Jack asks and you immediately scoff, your feet coming to a halt at his question and he stops right along with you, sending you a questioning gaze.

“Are you serious right now?” you question, trying to keep the obvious hurt and disgust out of your tone. You lean back against the hallway wall, sending him a glare and Jack grin as he makes his way closer to you, his hands going to either side of your head as he leans his head so close to yours you can feel his breath against your cheek.

“No, I'm not. I just think you’re hot as fuck when you’re mad, and I happen to know exactly how to push your buttons pretty girl,” Jack says, and your breath hitches as he presses a featherlight kiss to your cheek.

“But really though, is she single?” Jack asks with a shit eating grin and you can’t keep the smile off your face as you push him away lightly.

“Go you’re gonna be late and you’re gonna get me in trouble,” is the only response you give him

“Wouldn’t dream of it doc,” jack responds, shooting you a grin and giving you a wink as he makes his way towards the locker room.

“I’m not a doctor,” you yell the usual response after him, hoping it’ll stick one day.

[rainandandy]

Hiii, could you do a rain carradine x reader fic where they both survived the events of romulus and are safely brought to yvaga but yn is badly injured so she was in a coma and rain had to wait for her to wake up?

Warnings: Grief, Coma description, mentions of blood,

Word Count: 1883

Pairings: Rain Carradine x Fem!Reader

The cryopod’s hiss was the first sound that Rain heard as her consciousness slowly returned. Her limbs felt stiff, her mind foggy from the long sleep. As her senses sharpened, panic knotted her stomach— she remembered the dire circumstances they had left behind. The urgency to check on you and Andy propelled her from the pod. Rain’s heart pounded as she rushed to your side, her boots clanging against the metal floor of the Corbelan.

You were still unconscious, the dried blood on your forehead a stark contrast to your pale skin. Rain’s hands trembled as she traced the line of your jaw, whispering your name softly, her voice a fragile thread in the quiet of the medical bay. "Please, wake up," she murmured, each word laden with desperation. But you remained motionless, the steady beep of the heart monitors the only response in the sterile room.

After ensuring you were as comfortable as possible Rain then turned her attention to Andy, who was beginning to stir in his own cryopod. She quickly moved to his side, her movements practiced and efficient as she initiated the sequence to reset his chip. The familiar whir of circuits reactivating filled the air, a sound that brought a small measure of relief to Rain.

Andy’s optical sensors flickered to life, and he immediately fixated on Rain. "Is she okay?" he asked, his voice carrying an electronic tinge of concern.

Rain shook her head, fighting back a fresh wave of tears. "No, not yet, Andy. She’s still not awake." Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying her fear.

Andy sat up, scanning the medical equipment readings with rapid precision. "Systems analysis suggests significant trauma. Probability of recovery uncertain without further medical assessment," he reported, though his words were careful, calculated to avoid causing Rain more distress.

Rain nodded, absorbing his words with a heavy heart. "Just stay with me, Andy. Help me land us safely”

As Rain steered the Corbelan ship toward Yvaga, her focus was laser-sharp, every adjustment to the controls calculated and precise despite the emotional storm raging within her. The verdant hues of Yvaga loomed larger and brighter through the viewport, a stark contrast to the bleakness that had preceded this moment.

"We're almost there," Rain said softly, more to herself than to Andy, who was monitoring the ship's systems next to her.

Andy, always sensitive to her mood, replied, "It'll be okay, Rain. You've gotten us this far."

"I just need to know she'll be alright," Rain whispered, her voice carrying a weight that the vastness of space around them seemed to absorb.

As soon as the ship touched down on Yvaga's surface, Rain was a blur of motion, barely waiting for the landing sequence to complete before she was unbuckling and rushing toward the hatch. The ramp hadn’t fully deployed when she started shouting for help.

"Medical team! I need a medical team here now!" Her voice, usually so composed, cracked with urgency.

When the medical team finally burst through the ship's doors, their uniforms a blur of efficiency and urgency, Rain stepped back, allowing them to take charge. She watched with a mixture of fear and determination as they assessed your condition, their expressions giving away little as they worked swiftly and silently.

"Heart rate stable, but unresponsive," one of the doctors murmured, their voice a backdrop to the whirring of machines and the soft beeps of monitors. Another voice chimed in with medical jargon that Rain strained to understand, her gaze flickering between you and the medical staff.

"Will she be okay?" Rain finally managed to choke out the question that had been gnawing at her since they left Jackson's Star. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the doctors seemed to hear her nonetheless.

"We're doing everything we can," one of them replied gently, their eyes meeting Rain's with a mixture of sympathy and professionalism. "She's stable for now. We'll keep you updated."

Relocated to the stark, white room of Yvaga customs, Rain's heart continued to pound, now out of sync with the buzzing fluorescents overhead. Officials moved her from station to station, conducting thorough scans and taking samples, ensuring she carried no pathogens that could threaten their pristine colony. Despite their politeness, their masked faces remained impassive, heightening Rain's sense of isolation and worry.

"And what about the synthetic?" one official inquired, glancing over a digital clipboard as he scrutinized Andy, who stood beside Rain, his usual stoic self.

"He's my brother," Rain asserted, her voice firm despite the undercurrent of fear that he might be taken from her. "I know your laws about synthetics..."

The officer looked up, a slight frown creasing his brow, then relaxed. "Miss, that regulation has been repealed years ago. Your... brother is welcome to stay as long as he abides by our rules, just like any other resident."

Relief washed over Rain, brief but profound, and she squeezed Andy's hand, smiling at him. "Did you hear that? You’re staying." Her voice wavered with emotion, a stark contrast to her usual composure.

Andy nodded, a flicker of what might have been relief passing through his eyes. "I am pleased to remain by your side, Rain."

But as the customs official handed her back her documents, including a new ID card for her life on Yvaga, Rain's thoughts were already racing back to you, lying in the medical bay, your condition unknown. "Thank you," she muttered distractedly, barely hearing the officer’s instructions on local guidelines and curfew times.

With every step towards the medical facility, her pace quickened, driven by a mix of dread and urgency. Upon arrival, she was met by a cool blast of air and the antiseptic smell of the hospital that did nothing to ease her nerves.

"I’m here to see my girlfriend," she told the receptionist, her voice steady but her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

The receptionist typed something into a computer, then looked up with a neutral expression. "You may go in, but please prepare yourself. She hasn’t regained consciousness yet."

Rain’s breath hitched, her feet carrying her down the fluorescent-lit hallway to the room where you lay. The door swung open quietly, and there you were, just as she’d left you, surrounded by beeping machines and IV lines, your breathing steady but unnatural.

She pulled up a chair beside your bed, her hand finding yours, cold and still. "Hey, it’s me," she whispered, her voice cracking as she spoke. "I need you to wake up, okay? Andy’s safe. We’re both here... waiting for you."

Hours turned into days, with Rain talking to you about everything and nothing—her hopes for their new life on Yvaga, the garden she imagined they might cultivate, the quiet evenings they could spend watching Yvaga’s twin suns set. Occasionally, she'd be silent, just watching your chest rise and fall, each breath a small reassurance that you were still with her.

One particularly quiet night, Rain leaned close, her whisper barely audible. "You have to come back to me," she said, her tone a mix of plea and command. "Remember all those plans we made? I can’t do this without you. I can’t lose anyone else."

She stayed there, her head resting beside your hand on the bed, her tears not quite spilling over but close. The weight of everything they’d been through, everything they’d lost and hoped to gain, pressed down on her.

"Please," she murmured as she felt the first tear escape, tracing a warm path down her cold cheek. "I need you. We’re supposed to start over here. Together."

The sterile hum of the medical bay was punctuated by the quiet beep of machines, a constant backdrop to Rain's vigil by your side. It was during one of these long nights, her head resting close to yours, her whispered stories floating through the dimly lit room, that a change occurred. A subtle shift in the rhythm of your breathing, a small furrow in your brow—signs of emerging consciousness that Rain almost didn't dare to hope for.

After what felt like an eternity immersed in silence and darkness, you finally sensed the veil of unconsciousness lifting. Your eyelids fluttered open, meeting the stark brightness of the medical bay on Yvaga. Disoriented, you turned your head slightly, finding Rain's face close to yours, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and relief.

Your eyelids fluttered, a slow, uncertain movement, and then opened. Rain, who had been lost in her thoughts, looked up sharply, her heart skipping a beat. "Baby?" she said softly, her voice a mix of hope and disbelief.

You blinked slowly, disoriented, the shapes and shadows of the room coalescing into forms you recognized but couldn't quite place. "Rain?" Your voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, and you struggled to sit up, confusion written across your face.

"It's okay, take it slow," Rain soothed, her hands gentle on your shoulders, helping you adjust. "You're safe now. We're on Yvaga."

The name didn't mean much to you yet, not with your mind still grappling with the fog of long sleep and recovery. You looked around, trying to piece together the last fragments of memory—flashes of danger, of fear, of desperate actions. "What happened? The others—Kay, Tyler, Bjorn, Navarro... what happened to them?"

Rain's face fell, her eyes dimming with a grief she had held at bay. Taking a deep breath, she reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly. "There was an incident on the ship... there were these creatures" Her voice trembled, and she paused, gathering the strength to continue. "I managed to get you and Andy into cryopods. I... I dealt with it, but..." She swallowed hard, her other hand wiping away silent tears that began to stream down her face.

"The others weren't so lucky," she finished softly, the weight of the loss pressing down on her anew.

Your heart ached, both from your own physical weakness and the pain of the news. You remembered now—the fear, the chaos, the desperate rush to escape. And through it all, Rain, always protecting, always fighting. "You saved us," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of sorrow for the lost and gratitude for the safety of those who remained.

Rain nodded, more tears falling as she tried to smile through them. "I did what I had to do. I couldn’t let anything happen to you or Andy." She took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "We're going to start over here, on Yvaga. Make it count, for them."

As you processed her words, the reality of your new beginning on this strange new world without some of your closest friends, you felt a profound sense of loss but also a deep, resolute determination. Rain was here, Andy was safe, and you were still together. In that, at least, there was some comfort.

"I'm glad you're here," you told her, squeezing her hand in return. "We'll make it count."

Rain nodded, a solemn promise shared between you two. As she settled back into the chair beside your bed, her vigilance unwavering, you knew that whatever challenges Yvaga might hold, you would face them together.

[ieatedyourcrayons]

Eyeless Jack x Gn!Reader

Reader gets hurt while on a mission and has to retreat back to the mansion to get fixed up by EJ

Hurt AU, warnings: Mentions of blood, wounds, stitches. reader is hurt. none of the descriptions are graphic but they are mentioned for the plot.

Word count: 1096

You limp back to the mansion in defeat. You were healing from an injury before slenderman sent you on this mission. You even reminded him of that, but he didn’t care. He wanted the job done.

The thing slenderman sent you to get was guarded and you got jumped and eventually surrendered. What else were you to do?

You walk into the mansion limping and covered in blood. your mask is barely on your face. The other pastas in the room look at you with concern as you bee-line to Eyeless Jack's “hospital” that’s really just a random operation room slenderman installed for him.

“Um… are they okay?” Jeff asks from the couch.

“Eh, they’ll be okay.” Ben responds with a shrug.

Every step to the room felt like lightning shooting through your body. The blood dried on your legs was pulling the hairs and scabs on your body.

You pushed the door open with the little strength You had, your breathing shallow as you did so.

When you enter, you see the room is clean as always and everything is in order. Jack is at his desk working on another body system diagram. He’s always doing them, he has one for every function of the body.

He suddenly turns to you and pauses slightly, looking at the state of your body, taking in every cut, bruise, and drop of blood.

The mask on his face prevents you from reading his expression. He stands up and walks over to you. He assists you with getting to the operating table and helps lift you up.

You grit your teeth from the pain, your body feels like it’s on fire, your vision is hazy and you’re seeing spots. The only thing keeping you grounded is Jack's voice trying to get you back to earth.

“So what happened?” He asks you as he rummages for a cleaning solution.

“Slenderman sent me to get this orb for him, I’m not quite sure, but he wanted it. Well I got there and the place was guarded, despite him insisting it wasn’t. I was unprepared and I got jumped…” You respond weakly, your throat dry.

“That doesn’t surprise me. He’s so bold to send you guys on these missions and he acts like he knows everything when in reality, he knows nothing. He has you guys do everything for him.” Jack replies, wasting no time sharing his opinion on slender.

“He could’ve easily got that himself. I just treated you last week for an injury he caused.” He added, anger seeping through his tone. Jack finally located the bottle of cleaner.

Jack has an odd relationship with slenderman. He loves the guy, but hates his morals and how he treats the 4 proxies, you being his favorite.

You being his favorite isn’t a good thing. He knows you’ll get the job done no matter what and he knows you’re the best, so he’s constantly sending you out.

Jack's anger didn’t startle you. You’re used to his rants, he comes into your room just to vent some times.

“Yeah, he didn’t care. He said that it’s not that serious and i’ll be fine.” You respond, quoting slenderman.

Jack made no comment, trying to let it go. He’ll be discussing this later with him.

Jack grabs his tray of tools and gets to work. He cleans the wounds on your face after taking your broken mask off.

He holds your face in his hands to check if you need stitches anywhere. From what you could tell, your face will be okay stitches wise.

The solution stings and tears well up in your eyes as he moves on to your torso. Your bloody knuckles turn pale from how hard you’re gripping the edge of the table. Your head is turned upwards as your face the ceiling.

Jack tries to hurry, but he has to be thorough. He knows you can handle it, you’ve handled way worse before.

The bright light above you breaks through your closed eyelids. Your head is pounding from the pain. “I have to take these pants off.. You have a bad cut” Jack murmurs

The relief from the solution application stopping felt amazing. You didn’t even realize he moved down to his knees, holding a pair of scissors.

You slowly nod your head “that’s... fine, yeah” You say with a hushed voice. unintentionally holding your breath.

“You have to breathe, y/n. You know better” He says with a tap on your knee. You let out the breath you were holding and try to steady your breath.

Jack slowly cuts the pants off you, they are already torn apart. The dried blood and dirt make it hard for him to see the full wound, but from what he can see, the wound is deep.

“Listen. You know I love you, and I’ll always be honest with you..” Jack starts

“What happened..?” You groan as you look down at him. He's still kneeling on the floor, holding the back of your calf.

“So first, I gotta clean all of this off, and second, you’re going to need stitches, a lot of them.” He responded. He looked up at your bland expression.

Your line of work meant dealing with pain, lots of it, But this is pain you’ve never felt before. Stitches don’t bother you, but all these cleaning solutions are taking you out.

He gently wipes away the blood, trying to be as fast as possible to get it over with, for your sake. He was used to seeing such severe damage. it was common amongst the proxies. He finishes wiping away the blood and stands up to get the stuff needed to stitch you up.

Jack stands at a crazy 6’5. His height and build are meant to intimidate, and make prey give up and submit. To this day, his height still catches you off guard.

Jack lowers himself back down, and begins the stiches. making sure to keep them neat. You take the stiches with ease, and sit patiently as he finishes up.

He completes all the work with bandages. He stands up to take in your whole state. making sure he got everything. “All checks out. everything is covered” He nods.

“Thank you” You sigh as you loosen up and let out a deep breath. The pain subsides a little, but an ache lingers.

“You’re welcome. Now you gotta be on bed rest for at least 2 weeks. I’ll be giving lovely words to the boss.” Jack says, the last sentence laced with sarcasm.

[bunniandhoney]

Angst | He doesn’t realize what he has until it’s gone, fast-forward he sees her back at the premiere

P.s Just for fun , Idk how he is Irl he is a sweetheart tho

Dear Anon,

How did you know I love angst? 😏

xoxo,

Bunni

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Life’s a Marathon

Jacob takes his best friend for granted.

Y/N found herself in the most awkward predicaments. Never by her own design but certainly by the construction of her best friend Jacob.

“I think i might’ve fucked up” Jacob says looking down at Y/N as she ties her shoes. “I think I’m going to have to agree, neither one of us should be running a marathon this early or really at all.” YN replies with a grim look on her face.

She definitely shouldn’t have agreed to this. She hates sweating and gets her daily exercise from the 25 minute walk from her apartment to her office job. But since she has a burning crush on her best friend she has such a hard time telling Jacob no, actually she’s never fully told Jacob no.

Like that time in Year 10 when he’d ask her to help with his final paper. Even though she was behind on hers and working extra shifts at the cafe she still did his, resulting in her earning a C+ on her paper and an A on his. Or when she told him she just wanted a relaxing night in for her 18th, but Jacob insisted on hitting up every pub in the city. She then spent the last moments of her 18th birthday rubbing Jacob’s back as he emptied his guts in the toilet. This is what best friends do though, they sacrifice, they care, and apparently they run marathons with zero training.

Finally on her feet Jacob pulls her in by her shoulders. “ Quick let’s take a selfie to remember this moment”, with wide grins facing his phone Jacob takes the picture.

“Will all runners please make their way to the starting line” the announcer says.

YN is starting to feel sick. “ You know I can always wait for you at the checkpoints and cheer”

“Yeah but where would the fun be in that? Besides you can’t leave me now, we’re at the starting line.” Dragging her feet YN follows an excited Jacob to the starting line with the rest of the runners.

The sound of the gun signals the runners to start, and they’re off…well Jacob is. YN is already at the back of the pack within 60 seconds of the race starting and her best friend is nowhere to be found.

When she finally finishes the first mile, she’s slightly winded but not awful, the second clearly wears her down though because she’s practically walking. Huffing and puffing she tries to pick her pace back up as she sees the finish line. She sees Jacob at the end cheering for her, or at least that’s what she thinks because her vision seems a little blurry and black dots are spotting her vision. Yn is almost there, almost at the end when everything goes dark.

People are laughing at her. YN can hear it as she comes to; wait is that Jacob laughing at her? Blinking her eyes open she does see him laughing but it’s joined by a woman’s laugh, a very pretty woman now that her vision is clearing up.

“Jac—“ the rasp coming from her voice is unrecognizable, but does the trick because Jacob looks down at her.

“You’re awake!” says the pretty lady on her other side.

“I’m Dr. Sams, I was the medic on the scene when you passed out. Can you tell me your name?”

—

Sitting under a cooling tent with ice packs on most of her body and being forced to chug down gatorade is probably top 5 most embarrassing moments especially since the only other person under there is a 65 year old man who threw out his knee, and said he felt too hot under the medic tent. “It’s alright doll, my first race wasn’t sunshine and rainbows either, " he says with a grin.

“Dr. Sams said you’re clear if you’re ready to go. Should probably take you home to rest.” Jacob says helping YN up. The car ride back to her apartment is dead silent besides the loud tension between Jacob’s guilt and YN's embarrassment. When he pulls into her garage Jacob decides to break the ice. “Look i’m really sorry love, you were right the marathon was not a good idea. I’m sure dehydration was not in your weekend plans.”

A sympathetic smile, the same one she always gives when Jacob screws up, graces her face. “It’s not your fault I’m an adult, and should’ve known that I was feeling way too bad to continue.”

Walking up to YN’s apartment Jacob can’t help but to be apologetic still. Laying YN on the couch and getting her a bottle of water from the fridge Jacob, trying to ease any leftover tension yells, "Well at least something good came from today?”

And honestly nothing is coming to YN’s mind, in fact, today was about as horrible as it could get for her.

She was spontaneously woken up at the crack of dawn.

The “Big Suprise” her best friend/crush for her was a damn marathon

She had to run a marathon

And lastly, she passed out in front of hundreds of people including Jacob. Yeah, there couldn’t possibly be anything good.

“The cute medic that was helping you, well we were chatting so I’m taking her out tonight!”

Mentally adding this to the list of horrible things happening today YN groans, “My head is pounding, what did you say?”

“I’ve got a date with a hot doctor babe!” he yells back gleefully.

YM closes her eyes silently hoping that what’s happening is that she’s in a dream and when she wakes up it’ll be noon, she will just now be getting up, and planning to spend the whole day in a big Tshirt (no pants of course). But when she peeks open one of her eyes she sees her best friend walking back with a glass of orange juice and some painkillers. “ Here you go, Dr. Sams said this might help with any aches or fatigue.”

Nope, not a dream, but a terrible nightmare.

Jacob finally heads out, claiming he needs to prepare for his date, leaving YN alone and feeling incredibly achey. In the 15 years she’s known Jacob he has only had a girlfriend twice.

Once in Year 9, Elizabeth Brown, ended up being on the receiving end of Jacob’s turn of a horrid “Spin the Bottle” game. Elizabeth claimed Jacob was the best kisser in the world and deemed him her boyfriend. Which to her point was very true as YN and Jacob had been practicing for years at that point. Jacob beaming with pride accepted the title for approximately 17 days before he claimed she was way too clingy and broke it off.

The next was years later in university when he dated Sasha Davies for TWO whole years. YN just knew she’d lost him. But Sasha was quite rude and incredibly judgey, so when she found out that Jacob passed up a regular job for acting, she dumped him, leaving YN to pick up the pieces. Since then Jacob had sworn off dating until he was settled in his career as a full time actor, claiming that YN and his mum were the only women he needed in his life.

So why on earth are things changing now! She thought she was all he needed, even if nothing went further than friendship. YN is not near spiteful enough to ruin a relationship, so for now she’ll just sit back and see if anything comes of this one date.

—

Unfortunately, everything comes from one date, because it turns into two and three. Then eventually Yvanne (Dr. Sams) and Jacob are practicing living together in a matter of months. It’s not that Jacob ignores YN, no, he tries to include her in almost everything the couple does. He even tries to do a weekly coffee date with YN just to check in on her, but YN can’t do it. She can’t watch him kiss and hug another woman, buy her odd but sentimental gifts, or even open the bloody car door for someone else. She can’t watch him be in love with anyone else while her heart still craves him.

So she pulls away, just slightly so he doesn’t notice. Her plan is working beautifully since Jacob is enamored with Yvanne. It simply looks as if she wants him to spend more time with his girlfriend. Well, it was working beautifully until Jacob drops an absolute bomb on her during one of their coffee dates.

“You’re going to do what!?!?! “ she screeches in the corner booth, causing too many eyes to look their way.

“Woah calm down. Look I’m going off to shoot the movie and want Yvanne to know I’m serious; that I’m in this for the long haul, for forever.”

“I think there are other ways to show you’re serious than marrying her. For fucks sake J you all haven’t been together a whole year yet!” YN fumes.

“It’ll be a longish engagement, and honestly I thought you’d be happier for me. You’re my best friend in the whole world, I haven’t even told my mum this yet.” He replies diffendently.

Now YN sees it, she sees him slipping away. It’s clear that as always, Jacob has made up his mind and in turn has decided both of their fates for them.

“You’re right, it just caught me by suprise. I’m so happy for you”

“Really”

“Of course, J, you know I just want you to be happy, you’re my best friend.” YN rewards him with a suffering smile.

For three weeks after the news YN goes completely ghost. Every call and text Jacob attempts to make goes unanswered, but she can’t do it. She can’t watch this happen or pretend to be okay, even when she thought she could. Jacob stops by her apartment at the end of week three to check on her since she’d clearly been avoiding him. But when he reaches under the ficus pot outside her apartment door he realizes it’s gone. YN had taken the key and moved it. This officially sends Jacob into a rage because that key was reserved for him, now he’s banging on her door yelling for her to “Let me in because I know you’re in there!”

A puffy-eyed YN opens the door just as Jacob raises his fist again. She’s been crying, she can’t stop, not since the day she left that cafe. “Hey J, what’s going on?”

“You’ve been ignoring me!” he says stepping into her apartment, which is shockingly a mess. She’s always been a bit of a neat freak, cleaning up everyone’s mess all the time. “You’ve been ignoring me, and you’ve been crying.”

“Oh. I’m fin—“

“Please don’t do that shit with me. The pretending, because I know you better than anyone in this world so come off it!”

For some reason this pisses YN off to a degree she’s never known before.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me, Jacob Scipio! How dare you come banging on MY door expecting anything from me, you, you selfish bastard!”

Eyebrows raised in shock Jacob uses his silence as a reply.

With tears starting to roll down her face YN cries, “ I have spent years following behind you, trying to make sure nothing ever inconveniences you. Making sure that Jacob is happy, that he’s in perfect health, that he’s got his lines down packed, and not because I wanted something in return but because I cared for you. Hell, I loved you Jacob. Then you expect me to jump for joy when you want to propose to a girl you’ve known for 9 months! So, no Jacob, you don’t know me!”

“YN, I’m so—“

“Please don’t apologize, just leave, I want to be alone.”

His head hung low Jacob turns to walk back out of her apartment. “Umm, I wanted to give you this. I hope you can make it.” he says sitting an envelope on her coffee table. When Jacob walks out that door YN expects to never see her best friend again and she crumbles to the floor letting the tears wrack through her body.

1 ½ year later —

Jacob would like to say that he couldn’t be happier. At the premier of one of the biggest movies of his life, he should be overjoyed. And don’t get him wrong, he's extremely happy and grateful. He’s a trending topic, he has his amazing cast mates, and his extremely supportive family here with him. But the one person he’s hoped to see is nowhere to be found.

When he’d left that save the date on her coffee table a year and a half ago he knew that wouldn’t solve whatever issues they had, so he had his mother send her an official invitation through the mail three months ago. Even though YN wanted nothing to do with Jacob, their lives couldn’t help but to be intertwined, they’d known each other for over half their lives.

This separation had been hell for him, as he knew it would be as soon as he left her apartment that day. He cut things off with Yvanne two days later, unable to proceed with the engagement. He spent the rest of the time thinking about how right YN was, he was a selfish bastard. Almost her whole life has been spent accommodating him and so he vowed that if he ever got the chance he would do right by his best friend.

But he couldn’t do that because for the past 550 days he hasn’t so much as heard her voice let alone seen her, and while he hopes she would show up tonight for his premiere, he also knows that it’s a long shot; a consequence of hurting the people who love you.

Jacob takes one last look as he walks into the already packed theater. Sitting next to his mom Jacob relaxes into his seat and just before the lights go down he hears a breathless “Sorry I’m late, this LA traffic is awful!”

There she is, on day 551, the only person he cared to see, his very reason for being and she sits next to him filling his lungs with fresh air and her jasmine scented perfume. “You came.”

“Well of course, I couldn’t miss you on the big screen. Plus both of our mothers threatened me.” YN says with a bright smile.

She’s different, they both are, and they can only hope that fate hasn’t given up on them yet.

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thanks again for letting me write this for you, i had so much fun!

IDK, I’m kinda feeling a part 2 in my spirit, so lmk if that something y’all would be interested in!

also thanks for all the love on my other posts, i’m still taking requests so let them free!!!

[syndrossi]

Halloween trick-or-treat prompts masterlist

For my own personal tracking, a semi-up-to-date list of the prompts and whether they've been filled for eventual treating on Halloween! Feel free to chime in in the replies with ones you'd particularly like to see filled if it's not getting love. I kinda picked the first one in the list and will otherwise do them as fancy strikes me.

Eventually I'll probably link these to their actual fills once published on Halloween.

What is trick-or-treat?

It's basically me sourcing a bunch of prompts for short fills (likely around 100-500 words apiece) in the Resonant 'verse that I can give out on Halloween as "treats" when people send me a "trick" ask!

Note that it's highly unlikely that I'll get to all of them, since there are over 60 of them, and I probably won't do more than 1 a day. Bold = complete, bold italics = up next.

Original post with prompts if anyone wants to comb through the replies to read the "fuller" prompts.

Missing Scenes

Caraxes POV of growing fond of the hatchlings

Laenor + Rhaenys + V boys discussing twins

Viserys POV of learning of boys

Random person's POV of the court discovering Rhea's treason/Daemon has trueborn twin sons

Erryk, Arryk or Harold's POV/thoughts on Jon and Rhaegar

Ser Willam's POV/thoughts on anything at all

Laenor POV when he found out about Daemon's twins

Laena's POV on being told that her betrothal is over and a match with Daemon might be incoming

Aemond’s POV about the twins, seeing his perspective of how wonderful Rhaegar is and his slow dawning resentment of Jon

More courtier reactions to Daemon and the boys

Jeyne’s reaction to Rheas confession and the arrival of Otto to the Vale

Ser Perkins' POV during the time the boys were "reborn"

Watercooler discussion of Daemon’s prodigy children

Alternate POVs of Canon Scenes

Caraxes POV of meeting the boys

Viserys POV of debrief scene

Rhaegar POV of first waking up/meeting Jon

Viserys POV when the twins take him to task and he’s left alone with the crown

The kidnappers’ POV 🚧

Rhaegar's POV when Jon gave him the bracelet

POV of Aegon/Aemond on the new family members

Ser Kelwyn arriving at the keep or POV on Daemon and the twins

Rhaegar from Daemon's vision reacting to him in his final moments

Halloween-themed Prompts

Qelebrys + apple cider round 2

Shadow + discovering a pumpkin

Twins + hatchlings + piles of colorful leaves

Cousins telling scary stories around a candle in the dark

Jon&Rhaegar discovering an old spooky room lost in the tunnels

Daemon + kids who swear they are not scared but also who can't seem to sleep because of Things That Go Bump In The Night

Rhaegar + singing and/or harp playing (bonus: if it's a ~haunting melody~)

Shadow (and Qelebrys) meeting a stray black cat

Jon and Rhaegar dressing up as Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk, bonus points if they convince Cargyll twins to play along

Jon and Rhaegar going to a costume party as Caraxes and Vhagar to echo Aemon and Baelon

Daemon dreams of Aemon and Baelon meeting the boys

What-ifs

What if Rhea didn't die?

What if Rhaegar was also 19 when the twins get Summerhalled?

What if Jon and Rhaegar’s pre-Summerhall ages were flipped?

Reversal!AU: Daemon's reaction to suddenly having eight-year-old twin little girls

What if the twins were born right after Rhea and Daemon's wedding? plus bonus Jaehaerys POV/reaction

What if Ghost is reborn in the Resonant 'verse and finds Jon?

What if the boys wake up at age 5 and Daemon finds them earlier?

Miscellaneous Prompts

Rhaenys rescues twins from Otto

Jon&Rhaegar + dancing

New Otto POV in which he schemes and/or thinks about how smart and gifted and annoyingly perfect Daemon's children are

Daemon POV wherein he thinks about how smart and gifted and perfect his babies are

Candle's POV on being dropped to the bottom of the ocean where it can only watch the fishes

Jon having another Little Lord Commander moment and/or punching someone who deserves it

Jon + Jace/Luke/Joffrey playing with his new wooden ship toys

Viserys + Jace/Luke besieging him with requests for Vermax/Arrax to be allowed in the Red Keep too

Jon + Rhaegar + Daemon + hugs, tears and manipulation tactics for nefarious purposes

Jon + getting his hair braided

Jon and/or Rhaegar getting sick + Daemon being traumatized by every sneeze/cough/etc

Jon + Rhaegar introducing Jace/Luke to the words "stick 'em with the pointy end"

Rhaegar + Alicent or Daemon with harp playing/singing

The boys foiling someone’s attempts to flirt with Daemon

Some funny scene related to Daemon's marriage hunt

A scene from Jon/Rhaegar's past lives, people reacting to their disappearance

POV of someone from the Kingsguard watching the children play 

Helaena, Jon and Rhaegar interactions? She deserves to have a twirl around the ballroom or play with the hatchlings again.

Someone “joking” that Otto is besotted with Daemon the way he keeps talking about him

Another sleepover? Daemon and/or Rhaegar catching Jon trying to get up early and just squishing him

Daemon learning what the twins gave each other for their last name day

Sassy and manipulative Rhaegar scene (destroying Viserys or random courtier)

Rhaegar singing to a larger audience and the reactions people give

Jon biting someone who’s keeping him and Rhaegar from their dad, bonus points if it’s a TG member

POV of someone thinking how similar the twins are to their father

Daemon accidentally overhearing the twins being sad, feeling destroyed, and trying his best to cheer them up

A meeting between Daemon and canon!Rhaegar in a vision

Daemon running on instinctive dad-mode rescues one of the Green kids from a minor peril

Daemon overhears an upsetting song

[shutupineedtothink]

[Theory] Agatha All Along title meaning + character arc for Agatha

Back on the theory train — here’s another thing that’s bugging me. Why is the show called Agatha All Along, besides the cute allusion to the song. I know for a fact Jac Schaeffer is too clever and too good of a writer to not make it mean something more.

I’m feeling like it must tie into Agatha’s character arc for the show, so let me take you on a little hypothetical journey here.

Spoilers below the cut!

Now that I’ve rewatched those last few episodes of WandaVision, I can’t get Agatha’s flashback out of my head. Particularly her saying, practically pleading, “I can be good” and her mother replying “no, you cannot.” Like holy shit. That’s a condemnation if I ever heard one. A different kind of curse passed down by a different kind of mother.

I’m starting to wonder… what if Agatha was always this powerful, even without the Darkhold. What if she was so innately powerful, her own mother and her entire coven was afraid of her? Maybe they even suspected her of being the Scarlet Witch, and therefore capable of ending the world itself? And because she was so powerful, and every other witch around her didn’t even want to touch her much less teach her, what if she went looking for resources herself? And whether that was the actual Darkhold or something else “above her station” (… I’m not convinced she had the Darkhold yet at the time of this WV flashback scene) that only served as the indictment the other witches needed to finally attack her?

Basically where I’m going with this is… what if Agatha was raised to believe she was bad? If she was always told she was basically evil incarnate, always feared for her power, too powerful for her own good, too powerful to be good, to anyone… her own coven, her sisters, and her mother were afraid of her and shunned her… what would that core belief do to her?

Let’s also assume her coven were the first (maybe only) people she intentionally killed (and even then, in self defense). The way she looks when she takes the amulet from her mother’s body — she’s angry, but how much of that anger is directed at herself? How much of her thought, well, look, they were right. I am bad. I am evil. And there’s no turning back now. And I hate myself for it.

Except maybe, she tries. She’s constantly trying to escape this fate, this identity that was forced on her. She never joins another coven in the centuries after, not only because no one wants her and she has serious trust issues but because she doesn’t want to hurt them, intentionally or not. She doesn’t need their power, she’s already more powerful than just about any other witch. So she studies. She learns the craft. She controls her power. And she leans into the persona of Agatha the powerful evil witch, because why not? That’s what they all think of her anyway. Let her control the narrative then. She wears her reputation like armor, so that no one can betray her ever again. As Rio says, “you’re vulnerable.” And she replies, “only physically.”

Then at some point, the unthinkable happens. She meets Rio, falls in love with her, figures out who she is (not necessarily in that order) and maybe she thinks, what kind of person falls in love with death? Surely that must be even more confirmation that she’s horrible (despite the fact that Rio is not horrible, not really, and certainly not to her). But she tries not to care, and mostly she doesn’t because she’s in love.

And then she has Nicky, however that happens, and she’s absolutely terrified but he is hers, and she loves him like she never loved anyone before. And she’s determined — he will be powerful but he will never think he’s anything less than because of it. He is finally, finally something good that came from her.

And then he too, is ripped away from her, by her own lover Death, and however it happened (even though it definitely wasn’t intentional on her part), she knows it’s her fault. Because she is evil, she is horrible, and this is her fate. She is betrayed by the people she loves, and she is left behind.

But still! She can’t give him up. She can’t stop trying. And she feels the absolutely insane surge of power in Westview and inserts herself into the Scarlet Witch’s hex, when no other witch would even dare get close, because maybe with enough power, with Wanda’s power, she can remake Nicky. (“And you wanted him back.”) She can create somewhere he’ll be safe and everyone else will be safe, and she won’t cause any more damage, to anyone. Death will never find them. She can raise her son in peace. She never wanted Wanda’s power just for power’s sake, she wanted what Wanda created, but better. Her version.

And then that too, was gone. And once again, she was painted the villain.

And now? Now it seems like all the pieces of her past are coming back to haunt her all at once. A new coven of witches who seem impossible to get along with, her lover Death who she tried to escape for so long, and a boy who looks like he might be the version of her son she was trying to recreate, who seems to adore her despite everything she is and wants to learn magic more than anything else. It’s all come back around.

So maybe, through reasons and events currently unfolding, Agatha’s journey on The Road (and the show) is to realize, or at least begin to maybe believe slightly, that she’s not inherently evil. She’s not an inherently bad person, or bad luck, or horrible. It wasn’t all her fault. Nicky’s death wasn’t her fault, even if she couldn’t save him. Death is part of her journey, as it is for us all, and maybe she can learn to accept that, maybe even love the woman who carries that name again, or at least forgive her.

Maybe this boy isn’t hers, but she can care for him and teach him the magic she never got to teach her own son. There can be a coven who actually has her back, who even sees her as their leader, who knows her and accepts her for what she truly is. Extremely flawed, powerful as all fuck, snarky and sarcastic, but the real her.

Not Agatha the evil witch. Not Agatha the villain (because she never was one). Not Agatha the hero either. Just Agatha. All Along.

———

Eh?? 🤷‍♀️

Now maybe in the show it’s not quite as angsty as all this, but Jac Schaeffer is writing this character too complexly and Kathryn Hahn is playing her too complexly for at least some of this not to be true. Agatha’s not just a villain. She’s not true evil. It’s only episode 4 and we basically know for a fact based on her reactions alone that Agatha did NOT sacrifice her own child for the book of the damned. And I just can’t get over the way Kathryn Hahn almost seems to be playing two characters with Agatha, the (evil) witch and the vulnerable Agatha underneath that only seems to surface for Teen and Rio, so far.

It’s fascinating, and I just want to see her get the depth of story she deserves. And we deserve, tbh.

[bunnybabyjackie]

Jackie's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Jackie has a day that can't seem to get better, and Shauna is there to help.

Warnings: Mentions of Regression Guilt and Guilt for frustration/anger, possibly impure regression?

A/N: This is a long one, and I wrote most of it after I had a really bad day a few months ago. I hope everyone enjoys.

Jackie hates school, she hates that she's not as smart as Taissa or Shauna, and she hates that a single comment her teacher made on her essay made her feel so upset. When she gets to lunch, she sits alone, Shauna staying behind to get extra study time in, Tai and Van sitting with Taissa's student council friends, and Nat being outside. And to top it all off, she failed her French test, and sure she never did well in the class, but she studied really hard.

She thinks that maybe the day can be turned around by soccer practice, until it starts raining and they have to cancel. She doesn't mind storms, but she'd prefer they happen after. She huffs as she gets into Shauna's car, staring out the windshield with a slightly vacant expression.

"Rough day, Jax?" Shauna asks, reaching over to wipe some of the water off the blonde's cheek.

"Can we go to your house? don't wanna go home." She's trying her best to not regress just yet, but she can tell it's going to happen.

Shauna nods, starting the car and making sure Jackie is buckled in before pulling out of the school parking lot. She wants to do her best to keep Jackie calm until they're home, so she turns on soft music she knows Jackie likes.

The rain only gets heavier during the drive, a full-blown storm hitting by the time Shauna pulls into the driveway of her home.

Shauna grabs her umbrella from the backseat after putting the car in park, looking at Jackie with a slightly apologetic gaze.

"Wait here, I'll come around to the other side and don't worry about our bags for now."

It doesn't take long for them to get inside from there, and Shauna immediately picks Jackie up the moment the door is shut.

"It's alright princess, mama's got you." Shauna whispers, holding Jackie tight as she walks over to the couch.

Jackie can only sniffle, rubbing her eyes before burying her face into Shauna's shoulder. She tries her best to thank her or really acknowledge that Shauna is so observant but she just lets out a few sad babbles instead.

"Can you tell me what made today so bad?" Shauna prompts, setting Jackie down on the couch so she can grab coloring books and crayons.

Jackie shakes her head, feeling guilty over being upset over such small things. She doesn't like being upset because big girls aren't supposed to cry. She follows Shauna with her eyes, feeling too stuck to even consider physically following her.

"You won't be in trouble princess, I promise." Shauna replies, sitting back down and offering Jackie the coloring materials. "Why don't you draw for a little, and then we can talk."

Jackie agrees, sliding off the couch and onto the floor. She likes to color, especially when Shauna is with her. She realizes though, that something is missing for this to be perfect.

"Stawberry?" Jackie asks meekly, looking up at Shauna with big watery eyes. She knows that Shauna would never say no to her but she always gets nervous anyways.

"Of course bunny, I'll get it turned on." Shauna promises, getting down onto the floor with Jackie and humming softly as she turns on Strawberry Shortcake.

It only takes a few minutes before Jackie is bored of coloring and pushes her way into Shauna's arms, sniffling again as she finally lets herself feel upset.

"How come everyone smarter than me? And and why'd it have to rain!!" Jackie shouts quickly, immediately covering her mouth as she realizes she raised her voice at Shauna. Her eyes start to well up with tears again.

"Sorry mama I not mean to yell... 'm good."

As Shauna watches tears well up in Jackie's eyes and listens to her meek apology, she feels her heart tighten. She often forgets how hard it was for Jackie to speak up for herself as a child, and she finds it just as hard now when she's little. She reaches out and brushes the tears out of Jackie's eyes

"It's alright, my sweet princess. Mama could never ever be mad at you. I know it was an accident, baby," She tries to reassure, pulling the blonde close and helping her settle into a comfortable position. "And you are so smart, little bunny, you know all sorts of stuff. You don't have to be good at everything in the world to be a smart girl."

"B-but, Tai n mama so good at ev'rythin." The little one argues, still pouting.

Shauna nods for a moment, clearly trying to find a way to reassure Jackie that she's intelligent. Suddenly she gets an idea.

"Well, yknow what? I'm not so good at understanding what people are feeling, and Tai isn't so great at geometry."

"But... I not good at math either..." Jackie reminds Shauna, still sniffling. Realistically Jackie had been the best in their class when they took geometry, but right now she feels like she's the worst at everything.

That's when Shauna gets an idea. She stands up, pressing a little kiss to Jackie's forehead before promising her that she'd be right back before heading up to her room. When she comes back, she's holding an old math workbook.

"Why don't we test and see how smart my bunny is?" Shauna asks, knowing Jackie usually just needs to reassure herself to feel better.

Jackie goes to shake her head, but when Shauna sits down and opens the book to a page of shapes with two lines underneath each she seems to change her mind.

"Mama help if I get stuck?" She asks quietly, grabbing her favorite blue crayon from the pile of coloring supplies on the floor.

"Absolutely." Shauna confirms, setting Jackie up at the coffee table. "Now the top line is asking how many sides each shape has, and the bottom asks for the name."

After the short explination, Jackie is off to the races. She takes her time, wanting to make sure every answer is correct before turning it in for her mama to grade. After maybe fifteen minutes Jackie is finally sure on all her answers, handing the book to Shauna.

"Come sit so we can look together, bunny." Shauna pats the couch, and Jackie immediately gets up to sit beside her. She leans against her mama, clinging to her shirt slightly. As they grade the paper together, Jackie seems to become a lot happier. With each right answer, she becomes a little more excited and confident. When she sees that she has every question right, she squeals in delight, hugging Shauna tightly and exclaiming.

"Mama!! I'm smart I'm smart!"

"I always knew you were bunny." Shauna replies softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Jackie's forehead.

[rickyriddle]

So I kept seeing a quote from Jac Schaeffer circulating lately and people being upset about it, and acting as if Jac just recently came out from the woodwork to say that and "ruin" the character she herself wrote. The quote people kept sharing was cropped (obviously), so here's the full quote

This is from an interview Jac gave right after the show ended. It's not recent. Idk why people act as if she just recently said that. You can find the full interview here. It was published on November 1st, so right after the show concluded. It's interesting and and I'd recommend reading it for yourself.

Regarding the quote that got so many people upset, I find it a bit silly to bet so worked up over something Jac said months ago, and act as if it's new information or her just recently coming out to "ruin" Agatha. That quote doesn't claim Agatha isn't gay. She said the line "ask a straight lady" has multiple meanings, and one is indeed to indicate Agatha's queerness (and Jac specifying "gay" in that context really seems like that's how she wrote the character, as gay). This is basically her saying "this wasn't just about Agatha being gay, but also this other reason". She still acknowledges her gayness. Just because the line has a double meaning doesn't mean it no longer apply to Agatha's queerness, which Jac very clearly highlight at the end of her reply.

As for the biggest point of contempt, the "Agatha doesn't believe in labels", I don't get the issue here? It seems very in character for her. I think a lot of people forget Agatha isn't from our era, not even close. She's born in the 1600s. There were no queer labels back then. It was considered a sin and a crime punishable by death to be gay. Why are we expecting a 350+ yo woman to keep up with the lingo? There are lgbtq boomers who struggle to keep up with new terms or outright refuse to use them. Agatha doesn't care about being part of a community, she's a very antisocial person who couldn't care less what people call her. So it makes sense she wouldn't believe in labels because it's just not part of her upbringing or important to her. She knows what she likes and that's it. It doesn't invalidate her sexuality, she's still definitely gay, even if she doesn't personally care about calling herself that.

It's just funny people are now being upset over a 3 months old interview Jac did when her most recent one (from February 5th) was literally her saying how Agatha and Rio were married. Like be fr.

[riovidalupdates]

With the STRONG potential of ‘Agatha All Along’ returning for a season 2, Jac Schaeffer will be continuing to serve as the showrunner, with Gandja Monteiro and Rachel Goldberg returning as the directors.

Season two is reportedly set to start production if the fourth quarter of 2025!

The season is expected to feature Kathryn Hahn reprising her role of Agatha Harkness, Aubrey Plaza as Rio Vidal, Joe Locke as Billy Maximoff, and the potential of seeing Sasheer Zamata as Jennifer Kale (hopefully).

There is no further information regarding what the second season may dive into or who will be additional new characters.

Update: Please keep in mind that this is JUST a big potential and NOT 100% confirmed. Marvel has been hiding replies regarding the information, whether it’s too keep misinformation from being leaked or not, only time will tell.

In other words: RIO VIDAL IS COMING FOR US ALL.

[source: https://thecinemaholic.com/agatha-all-along-season-2/]

[danawinter]

at first i thought the idea of the witches' road just being a hex controlled by billy was pretty unlikely, but i just now remembered that interview where someone asked jac schaeffer if wanda had ever walked the witches' road and her replying that she did not know how to answer that.

which has brought me back to this theory, because why is that question so hard to answer? sure, it might be a bit more tricky than a yes/no answer, but it was the only time i've really seen jac stumped in this press tour.

why wouldn't she just say something along the lines of 'well, wanda's pretty early in her witch journey, but perhaps' or even a simple 'i don't know'? she's not the sole authority on mcu wanda (even though she probably should be, but that's a different story) so admitting that she's not in control of a backstory fact like this, or just avoiding/circumventing the question would not be weird.

so her not being able to answer this question has got me wondering if it might be true that the road (or at least this road) might not be real. since then of course wanda wouldn't have ever been there, but jac wouldn't be able to be honest about that without giving this plot away.

some other facts that have got me thinking about this theory below the cut:

when they arrive at the road, billy says "it's exactly how i imagined it"; is that because he actually imagined it into existence?

him being the one coming up with the trials could explain why the third trial was so weird (besides the fact that it looks like it was never a trial to begin with);

coming up with a trial for jen was simple since he'd been in her store and knew she was a potions' witch, so he knew the aesthetic to build there;

coming up with a trial for alice was simple because he knew about her mom's music already and even had bonded with her a bit during the first trial;

but what was he supposed to do next? he barely knows rio, lilia is just spacing out the whole time, so agatha was the best option, but still pretty tricky. (was he asking about her son because he was curious, or so he had a better shot at planning her trial?)

this could also explain why the third trial had this 80s aesthetic; we have no idea why that era would be connected to agatha, but billy (and tommy) met agatha for the first time in the 80s episode of wandavision, so he might've intuitively connected that decade to her.

of course a lot of people have already commented on how typical it is that he's always been the one to kick off the trials, even when everyone was pretty thoroughly looking around in the second trial, so what's that about?

[harlowtales]

Jack has a clever way to get you back after a breakup while on his NPLH tour 💔

18 plus - adult themes, drama, romance

You got a frantic text from Jack the day before the first stop on his No Place Like Home Kentucky State Tour. “Need you ASAP!” The message read

You were busy at work but texted back right away. You and Jack were on a break. It got a bit messy with you refusing to move in with him. It just wasn’t working out and you needed space, but you couldn’t resist seeing if something was wrong. You were still in love with him. Jack was always so proud of you and how you were independent and did your own thing. Maybe too independent for his liking. He didn’t mean to seem like your career didn’t matter when he wanted you to quit your job and move in with him.

“I’m in a meeting. Are U ok?” You replied under the boardroom table.

“Can you please come out to Owensboro? I don’t trust anyone else with fluffy.” He answered

“You need a dog sitter??” You texted back in disbelief

“Um sort of.” He replied

“Can one of your little cousins do that?” You texted

“I’d be too nervous unless it’s you.” He answered

“Um my job??” You texted back

“I’ll work it out.” He said

“…and us?” You said

“No funny shit. I swear on the Cardinals.” He answered

You hesitated and didn’t want to say yes right away. Going on Jack’s mini-tour and spending time with the puppy you got together as a trial run for kids would be special, but maybe too much emotionally. Jack had some answering and apologizing to do for girls he said were friends. Friends for him sure, but he refused to see they were trying to break you up. With a couple of them in the new music video, you saw that Jack wasn’t changing his mind. To him friends were friends for life. You decided to gave him an ultimatum.

“Ok, I’ll do it but it’s them or me, take it or leave it. I ain’t staying on a tour bus with them.” You said expecting him to say never mind.

“Done. I’ll have a car get you. Get here ASAP please.” He said.

“I’ll need to talk to my boss first. Some of us are regular folks remember?” You messaged

“Your choice.” He texted back salty

“Be nice Jackman or it’s NO.” You said

“Fine. Just get here…I miss you.” He said

You left him hanging for a while and waited for your boss to say yes.

Jack texted “???”

“He hasn’t said yes yet.” You said

Suddenly Jack called you. “He ain’t gone say yes.” He said right away.

“Hello Jackman.” You said cooly

“Y/n I can’t be kept waiting. It’s yes or fucking no.” Jack said impatiently

“I’m not the one today Jack.” You said and hung up

He called back but you let it go to VM. Then Urban called you. “Y/N whussup.” He greeted “I miss you kid.”

“I…I miss you too Urb.” You said choking up a bit.

“Please come. He’s snippy and not himself.” Urban begged

“Sorry he’s too much. Asking me to dog sit is insulting. I have a real job.” You retorted angrily “I miss our girl, but not like this. I’m not at his beck and call.”

“Stop pretending you don’t want to be here.” Urban said bluntly “We genuinely need supervision for puppers. You report to me, we’ll pay you. If he gets on your nerves tell me. You can be my assistant or Neelam’s. I know you tryna climb that corporate ladder, no matter what he says or if you decide to go home, I’ll always be a good reference on your resume. It’s just a job.”

“Ok how much?” You said firmly

“Y/N come on don’t bust my balls.” Urban said wearily “He made me call, I’m in a tough spot.”

“Fine, but I’m not doing this for free.” You said abrasively. Already Jack was rubbing you the wrong way. He was such a control freak and so many girls would just do whatever he says.

“Ok!! That’s not a no! Ismail will come get you.” Urban said.

“Whoah boss man hasn’t said yes yet.” You said cautiously

“What’s his number?” Urban said ready to put it in his phone.

“I’ll give you his email.” You said not wanting your boss to get a call out of the blue.

“Gee don’t do email.” Urban said seriously

You paused. Jack wasn’t fucking around. You were going. You proceeded to give Urban the number. Within 10 mins your boss texted you to take all the time you needed.

“I can’t fucking stand him!!” You huffed as you packed up your laptop to leave right away. You got instructions to not go home to pack. Jack didn’t want any chance you wouldn’t come. You looked out the window and a black suv was already waiting outside.

“This is kidnapping you know!” You said exasperated

“Tell it to the judge y/n.” Ismail said rolling his eyes

“You should do Uber. That was fast.” You said sarcastically

Jack had already warned everyone you wouldn’t be happy. They just took it in stride. Everyone knew you had a bad temper and didn’t take kindly to Jack thinking he had you wrapped around his finger like everyone knew he did. The drive out of town to Owensboro was beautiful. Jack was set to perform the next day. Ismail made no attempt to make conversation. Jack had sent his best for this mission. You were smart and could talk your way into or out of anything. Ismail couldn’t be swayed to let you off the hook.

“You don’t have to do everything he says you know.” You said trying to wear Ismail down or at least regret that he was stuck in a car with you for hours.

“You want me to pull over and wait for you to get a better attitude?” Ismail said with a straight face.

You folded your arms and looked out the window watching farms and rolling hills pass by. “Y’all are either a match made in heaven or hell…or both.” He said looking at the road ahead.

You said nothing but Ismail saw a little smile creep up on your face. “We’re done so…” you said still looking outside

“My man ain’t done. He’s just letting you think the ball’s in your court. He didn’t bargain for you being such a hard ass. He’s always had a pretty easy time with most women. He thought you were easy going.” Ismail said

“This is a pointless conversation! There’s no balls in any court! I’m done with his balls!” You shouted “Take me back because this is already some bullshit.” You fumed.

“Ok geezus.” Ismail said “chill.” Shortly you pulled up to Jack’s hotel in Owensboro. He was outside letting the puppy go to the bathroom. He couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear when he saw you.

“Wipe that grin off your face.” You said to Jack. “Hello sweetheart!!!” You said to the puppy as she jumped up on you and clearly remembered you. You picked her up and nuzzled your nose in her soft curly fur.

“Ah hum” Jack said clearing his throat holding his arms open for a hug. He had to try.

“Hi Jack. I’m sorry I was rude but you didn’t give me a chance to say no. Like Gee scaring the shit out of boss? Really?” You said

“That’s the point Duh.” Jack said rolling his eyes light heartedly, sticking his tongue out, and doing his famous fake gun to his head with his fingers. He was so damn charming. “Go see your room and we’ll go for a walk.”

You headed into the hotel and opened the door to your room in shock. Boxes of clothes and shoes were waiting for you with a thank you note and some flowers on a desk with a brand new laptop. Jack knew you needed a new one but wouldn’t ask. The card said “May all your dreams come true.” On the desk was a framed picture of when you and Jack picked up the puppy. Urban took the photo. That was the last straw. You broke down crying.

“Babe?” Jack said knocking at the door. “You coming to walk pups?” It was so natural for him to call you babe.

“Um yeah, I’ll take her for a walk. I mean that’s why I’m here right?” You said your eyes watery as you let him in.

“No I mean we’ll all go for a walk….together” Jack said

“Thank you Jack…the laptop. Thank you so much, and this picture….” You said teary eyed. You flung your arms around his neck.

“Whoah that’s all it took was a laptop?” He joked, turning red from all the love he had for you flooding to the surface.

“It’s not that, it’s you supporting my dreams.” You said wiping your eyes. “That’s all I needed, and for you to see people for what they are. You made me feel like I was lying on your friends.”

“Y/n you can be very stubborn. The girls like you, they were just teasing you because they felt like you were cool. We rib each other, that’s how you know you’re in. I’m not interested in any of them.” He said embracing you now. “As for what you want to do in life…I should’ve been more supportive.”

“I feel so stupid.” You said enjoying every whiff of his cologne and resting your head on his chest.

“It’s my fault.” Jack said “My world is a lot. There’s lots of pretty girls but you…I can’t shake if I tried.” He said tilting up your chin kissing you deeply. Just then the puppy peed on the carpet.

“Ah geez!!” Jack exclaimed picking her up and scolding her.

“Give her to me” You said giggling “wanna go for a walksies??” You said rubbing noses with her.

“Can I come?” Jack pipped up

“What do you think can he come with us?” You asked the little fluff ball and she barked in agreement.

“You staying the tour?” Jack asked nervously anticipating your answer

“I think I can be persuaded.” You said

That evening you and Jack parted ways. He was a perfect gentleman heading to his room and texted you “Good night” with a heart ❤️.

The next morning room service knocked on your door. You opened it to a whole selection of homestyle Owensboro breakfasts and your choice of tea, coffee, or orange juice. The server wheeled in a silver cart of all your choices with a warm smile.

“Are you coming to eat some of this?? You texted Jack

“I’m at the gym and headed to rehearsal.” He replied “Enjoy.”

“I guess we’ll see daddy later.” You said to lil pups as you ruffled her fur, but you caught yourself. “Don’t get sucked back in.” You said to yourself “Yesterday was just a weak moment.”

You got to the venue just in time to be ushered back stage with puppers. Jack had been prepping all day for the show so you hadn’t seen him since the night before. He was sweet and texted you periodically and FaceTimed when he got a chance. It felt weird to have so much contact with him again.

You heard the crowd scream as Jack came up on stage through the floor. You were a fan and fanned out like any girl in the audience. Before his last song he said “Can we dim the lights please. I want y’all to meet someone real special to me.”

You were playing with the puppy and heard Jack say “I fucked up and I want y’all to help me out. I want everyone in this bitch to light up your phones. “Y/n where you at?”

You froze and held on tightly to the puppy as you walked like a deer caught in headlights to the stage. You were shaking. Jack put his arm around you as you faced the crowd terrified. “Fellas, if you’re here with your lady don’t be a dumb ass like me. Hold her tight cuz when she’s gone you gone regret it.” Everyone cheered and you started to tear up. Jack motioned for something from off stage and a long jewellery box was handed to him.

“Y/n I been so foolish. I need you back in my life. Please take this and come back to me.” Jack opened the box and a beautiful key pendant on a diamond encrusted chain gleamed in the dimly lit auditorium. “Take this key to my heart.”

You nodded yes and speechless covering your mouth to keep from ugly crying. The puppy let out a bark and every one said “Awwww” all at once.

Jack put the necklace around you neck to everyone whistling and cheering and started to perform his last song while you and the puppy were escorted off stage.

When he entered the green room you stood up. “Jack I…” you started to say

“Y/n, I have something else for you.” He reached in his pocket and produced a real key on a pink diamond keychain. “This is for you. Please I’m fucking begging you. I can’t look after this puppy by myself!”

“Jackman Thomas Harlow what am I going to do with you?” You said kissing him on your tip toes.

“Well if I’m off gentlemen duty I can think of a few things.” He whispered in your ear in his smooth low southern drawl. Your private space fluttered.

“Um ok…” you said blushing and looking down. Jack still gave you butterflies.

“Don’t get all shy and sweet cuz it’s gone go down right here right now.” Jack said lustfully, pressing up against you so you could feel his size.

The rest of the tour continued with you and pups watching Jack from back stage every night, but you couldn’t wait to get back to Louisville and use your shiny new key.

@jacks-daycare @ride4harlow @itsyagirljaz

[froznwater]

official dynamic duos part 5 request post!! notes:

Feel free to request any pairing. I am now cycling back to characters I have already done. (Just avoid pairs I have already drawn.) Characters I have not done will have a higher chance of getting picked by me, but my discord does get a vote on one of the 3 pictures. (I normally do the most popular request, a pick from me, and a pick from discord) Jac and Josee will 100% in the next discord vote/I might pick them as my choice. send in replies or in my ask inbox <3