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Hey Y'all it's been a hot minute but I've been working on something for a character I haven't ever really seen mentioned. I (hopefully) plan on having a new series coming out soon, hoping to add to some of the parts that I feel weren't touched on enough in the series.

As always please tell me what you think and if you want to see this story be continued. :)

He wanted his kingdom to be safe, his brother to be safe, and his wife and child to remain untouched by The Protectorate. 

He’d Failed.

The Masked Intruder looked over at him, and simply flung the blood from the crimson stained knife onto his face. The warm crimson droplets felt like a brand against his skin, the scent of iron filling the night sky and poisoning the air, causing more tears to violently run down his blood freckled face.

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I need them both 😀

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StarDust

~Contains alludes to sex, a fluffy evajacks fic with the Fox Kits~

A small girl sat alone on the balcony, the noises from inside her home being blocked out by the blowing winds of winter. The young girl decided she did not mind the chill of winter, she was often so cold herself that she could hardly tell the difference. 

Her life was quite filled with noise, some of it she didn't mind, like the laughter of her brothers when they were playing with her. But this noise little Eleanor Fox decided she hated most of all; her youngest brother Charlie Jack would not stop crying. 

Eleanor thought he was too old to be acting like a baby, he was almost three years old and had been throwing more fits lately. 

This was unfair, Teddy and Max didn’t cry nearly as much, and Eleanor, just shy of six years old, never cried this much. Even her cousins Aurelias and Ursa were rather quiet, she didn’t like to see sweet Charlie Jack so upset, but the noises inside her home kept her from returning to comfort her youngest brother.

The Hollow was too loud, and the screaming boy in Jacks arm was the source of the noise. Charlie Jack’s tears wetted Jacks shirt as he walked around rocking the boy trying to calm him; but his young son's sobs persisted. Jacks truly couldn’t blame his son for his tears, Charlie Jack was so young still and simply longed for his mother. How could he blame Charlie Jack for his tears when Jacks also felt like crying every time his Little Fox left to run an errand? 

“I want Mamaaaa,” Charlie Jack wailed, “Mamaaa.” 

Jacks rubbed his son's back soothingly, “She’ll be back soon Charlie Jack, it’s okay my sweet boy I miss Mama too.” His soothing skills finally seemed to be calming Charlie Jack as his sobs seemed to calm down, his young son taking deep breaths and his wailing turning into tired whimpers. Careful to not stir his young son, he quietly made his way to the children's rooms.

A large playroom full of toys and books was the main part, the children having their bedrooms split off from the playroom. 

Tenderly he laid Charlie Jack down into his soft blue bed sets, gently wiping his tears from his tired son's face. His son’s face was the same as his own, Charlie Jack had the same eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, mouth, and dimples as his father. The golden hair that he and all his children shared seemed to glow even brighter on Charlie Jack. 

Years ago the thought of having someone look just like him would unnerve him in every way possible; but this was his son, his beautiful son he had made with his beloved wife. He loved nothing in this world but his beloved Evangeline and the beautiful children they had made with love.

He smiled at his son and brushed his gilded curls from his forehead to place a kiss on his forehead, whispering, “I love you, Charlie Jack,” into his skin before pulling away.

After walking away from his slumbering youngest son, he peeked into Max and Teddy’s room. Seeing the two of them cuddle up in one of the boys' beds; Jacks smiled, they had shared this habit since before birth and still would always sleep in the same space together. The twins cared deeply for each other, something the older Valor twins, Tempest and Romeules, said was normal for twin boys. After knowing Castor and his awful twin for years he hoped with all his heart that Maximilian and Theodore would remain close for their entire lives. 

Next, he peeked his head into Eleanor's room but found it empty, this did not bother him for he knew Eleanor could never stay in one place for long. She was probably curled up downstairs by the hearth, or perhaps in the large library on the third floor of The Hollow. But as he passed the large glass windows he saw his only daughter standing on the balcony overlooking The Lake of Stars. All of his children loved being outside in the woods surrounding The Hollow, but it was the depths of Winter and the wind had been blowing strongly all day.

Eleanor was too little to be out in the cold by herself, and quickly his legs made their way to the wooden doors leading to the balcony; making sure to grab the thickest fur cloak he owned before exiting to be with Eleanor.

Eleanor did not hear the wooden doors open behind her, far too mesmerized by the sight of snow falling onto the frozen lake. She knew the crying from Charlie Jack had long stopped, but the chills of Winter kept her enamored, the sight of snow and the glistening of ice all around. The only thing that brought the young girl out of her frozen world was the feeling of warm fur being wrapped around her small body. 

The fur was as easy to recognize as her name, her Papa always wore this one, and many times Eleanor had fallen asleep with it wrapped around her.

Joyously Eleanor turned around to be swept up into her waiting father's arms, “Papa,” the young girl squealed. 

“What’s my sweet little princess doing out here in the cold?” He asked as he placed a quick kiss on her cold forehead, taking note of how she didn’t appear to be shivering. 

Suddenly she looked shy, and eventually admitted, “I don’t like it when Charlie Jack cries, he’s so loud Papa,” she seemed saddened by her youngest brother's tears but still found the loudness unbearable. 

Jacks frowned and placed a kiss on her golden curls, made unruly by the wetness of winter, her words concerned him, Eleanor had always been easily bothered by the loudness of her brother sometimes. But he was unaware that Charlie Jack’s wails had upset her enough to hide outside. 

“I’m sorry my sweet Eleanor, I’m sorry for the noise my sweetest princess but I promise you’ll never have to hide from the noise in this house again,” he carefully began untangling her wet curls, recognizing that they’d soon be a ragged mess from the wind.

Little Eleanor didn’t respond but simply burrowed herself further into her father's lean form, he was no warmer than her, but the comfort of his arms was one the young Fate would never pass up. Her head rested above his rapidly beating heart, the little girl unaware of the very importance of hearing this Fates heartbeat. 

He simply held her close while they both stared in silence out over the frozen lake, as snowflakes began to rapidly come down. But neither the father nor daughter made moves to head into The Hollow's warmth. The cold affected neither of them, little Eleanor Fox didn’t know why this was; her father knew well though and as he held his only daughter and oldest child he hoped she was not truly fully like him. He hoped and prayed silently to every Star listening that none of his children, especially his Eleanor would ever suffer the life of a Fate. 

May his sweet daughter never feel the true chill of Winter but the full warmth of love, it was what his little princess deserved. As he looked from the shining stars onto his daughter's face he found that every single star and wonder of the sky could be found within her eyes. Her eyes were not his silver, or Evangeline’s soft gray eyes, but were a dark blue that seemed to only match the same dark sky they both stared at.

The thought of his daughter being made from the very essence of stars resonated well within his soul, only something so beautiful as Eleanor would be made from Evangeline and StarDust. 

“They’re beautiful Papa,” Eleanor's quiet voice was filled with adoration, finally breaking the silence.

Jacks smiled, “They’re beautiful, but something prettier than all the stars in the sky is out here too.” 

Eleanor just smiled and looked further up to the moon hanging at its point over a far-off mountain, she giddy pointed at the glowing orb.

“The moon Papa,” her voice sounded so certain, but Jacks knew that even the moon in all its glory couldn’t hold a single candle to Eleanor. 

He laughed quietly, and instantly Eleanor's face turned angry, her eyebrows furrowed and she bared her top teeth at him. 

“Quite the little predator you are my lovely girl,” he lifted her closer to his face looking right into her eyes, “But not even the moon could shine up the sky as well as you could, and your eyes have even more stars in them than we could ever count.”

Jacks was entirely serious as he spoke to his daughter, and as her face lit up with joy it was her time to laugh.

“You’re silly Papa, I love you,” was all she said to his declaration before placing a kiss on her father's cold cheek from where she was held.

Jacks simply held her tighter and spoke back, “And I love you more than all the stars and moons in the sky my sweet Eleanor”

Jacks of The Hollow simply stood on the balcony, holding his only daughter as if he might never put her down again; snow falling around all of them, causing their matching curls to become even more unruly with the weather.

It may have been mere minutes or hours before Evangeline found them standing together on the porch, both covered in snow and starlight but she knew that neither minded. It seemed that neither of them heard her approach either, she simply came up behind Jacks and placed her head on his shoulder. He smiled and turned his head to his beloved wife, and the smile he saw on her face filled him with warmth he could only experience from her.

Eleanor was fast asleep wrapped both in the warm fur and her father's strong arms, holding her tightly against his beating heart.

“It’s a little cold out here my love, I don’t want you to freeze,” Evangeline smiled kindly wondering how long they’d been out here for.

“She can’t feel it Evangeline, she feels it the same way I do,” his voice was quite as if he was fearful of admitting how Fate-Like Eleanor was, that if truly speaking it into existence would doom her.

Evangeline softly smiled, not troubled or surprised by the news, “Then she will be lucky to have a father who understands what it's like, she will know that she’s not alone, that she will always have a family who loves and cares for her.” 

Jacks simply smiled and drew his wife closer into his body, he sniffed her rose gold curls, finding comfort in the cherry blossoms scent he’d come to love so much over the years.

“I have missed you today,” he paused, “we all missed you, please don’t ever leave us for this long again.” He would’ve begged her to never leave his side, would’ve gladly gotten on his knees, and asked to always be holding her.

Evangeline smiled guilty but the joy that radiated out of it was contagious, “I didn’t expect to be gone for so long but I have news, lots of news.” 

He simply raised his brows and let her continue.

“Vesper has named her heir at last,” Vesper Valor, the oldest and wisest of Wolfric and Honora Valor's children, was selected to be the next in line for the throne. Her gift of prophecy let her see things the family could not even comprehend. 

“And which one of her moron siblings or Castor is it going to be?” His tone was of annoyance, for he knew Castor could never be king, a king afraid to burn to a crisp in the sun would never make a good ruler.

“She has not chosen any of her siblings, her visions showed a greater king had already been born,” Evangeline did not seem bothered by the choice Vesper had made.

“And which power fanatic is it this time?” Truth be told the Valors and the former Empress Elentine had been the only rulers Jacks had truly thought were fit for the job, and the visions of a mad girl could be less than promising.

“It's Aurelius, she claims Aurelius will be the finest king the North has ever had,” Evangeline smiled, thinking of her young Godson.

“The oldest child of the youngest son of the King, an interesting choice, but a wise one if she wishes for him to have the support of the Vampires and many fates alike,” Castors and Lala’s oldest child being a king was not something Jacks could truly imagine. 

Aurelius was only 5 years old, and his gift of being able to turn objects into metal was already being displayed strongly, a power new to the Valor family.

“His Majesty King Aurelius Vale, it sounds very royal, Castor and Lala must be ecstatic.

Evangeline's smile grew even wider, but it seemed as if she couldn’t quite tell Jacks.

Jacks spoke, “They need another child if Aurelius is to be King then Ursa shall be the Lady of Merrywood.”

“They need another girl, Ursa wreaks havoc with the boys already, but it would be much more entertaining if we had two little girls causing chaos,” his tone seemed joking but he knew how badly Lala wanted another daughter. 

Evangeline simply rolled her eyes knowing the trouble little Ursa got up to from such a young age.

“Maybe we should have another just to balance the havoc out,” now he was joking, four children were enough for him, enough to love and the greatest blessing he had ever been given.

“Now I know you’re truly joking, we can have another if you carry this one,” she responded to his joke.

He rolled his eyes, “Luckily I wouldn’t look as beautiful as you do carrying our child,” he grabbed her wide hip and licked his lips, “You have these absolutely stunning hips that just make it so beautiful to look at.” 

Now she rolled her eyes at his antics, “These beautiful hips come from birthing four of your abnormally large children.”

He simply smiled and kissed her, locking their lips for as long as possible without passing out.

Both of their faces were red when they were done, but Jacks still spoke.

“Every day I am thankful that you not only blessed me with children, but you decided to bless me with your life and time by being my wife, I love you more than anything in this world, more than every star in the sky, and my love shines brighter than the moon for you Evangeline Fox,” his words were spoken with wonder and awe before him that Evangeline was his wife and he was truly holding her and his daughter.

Evangeline just smiled back small tears gleaming in her gray eyes, mirroring the ones in his silver eyes.

“Every day I am thankful that I met you, I’d relive every awful moment of pain and loneliness if it meant I could stay in your arms like this forever, every moment of joy I have experienced in these years is because of you and the children you have given me, I would give you all the water from the sea and it wouldn’t be a fraction of the love I have for you Jacks of The Hallow,” tears fell from her eyes freely as she withheld the man she loved with her entire soul.

She hugged him carefully to not disturb their slumbering daughter, every inch of love she had in her body flowed into him the minute he felt her touch. Jacks squeezed her as hard as possible without hurting his beloved Evangeline, and he carefully used his remaining arm to pick her arm and carry her into their home. 

With Evangeline in one arm and his slumbering daughter in the other, Jacks felt like the luckiest man in the world, something he’d felt every day since gaining Evangeline's love and becoming Husband and Wife. 

Gone were his days of sorrow and gone were her days of loneliness, together that had made a marriage and family out of nothing but the love they shared for each other. 

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACKS!!

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Not to mention she wanted to Marry Lyric knowing that Vengeance was going to harm him in someway. Got Lyric and her twin brother killed, and never once apologized to Lala who’s younger brother was Lyric and only dead because of Aurora 🧍🏻‍♀️

i have a big problem with acftl, which is stephanie's absolute lack of sensitivity towards aurora. aurora literally ruined jacks' life. jacks has had his heart broken thousands of times, killed hundreds of people, and all because one time, a bitter girl cursed him because if she couldn't have him, no one would. she's cruel, and she ruined him (and several other girls in the process). i miss a moment when the damage she caused is acknowledged, a moment when jacks himself discovers that his life was completely manipulated because of her selfishness.

it's a problem that i actually have with stephanie in general. she can't treat villains like villains, she doesn't know how to deal with them as if they were evil. their actions rarely have consequences. evangeline, by the way, was a big victim of this, because everyone wronged her and she forgave them without thinking twice. legend also wronged tella several times, and so on. it's something i think she should improve on, regardless of her love for villains or gray characters.

it's crazy to think that aurora could even have her own book, due to her epilogue in acftl, where she would probably have an arc that would justify her actions, when what she did is simply unforgivable.

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New Evajacks fic coming sometime early this week 🫡 I promise yall on this one and it answers a few asks that’ve been rotting in my Inbox for months 😭

P.s. We may see Evajacks and their children 🙈

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They’re so Evajacks I love them 🩷

Sleeping Beauty (1959)

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do you still write evajacks fics?🫶🫶

Yes I do still! I’ve been in a bit of a slump as I’m a full time college student as well as a student athlete, but I’m hoping to write and publish more this year! I’m always taking requests too but it takes a little time to get to them! 🫶

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i don’t have rizz i have big brown eyes and a loving heart

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Incoming Evajacks Fic sometime this week

"Honora herself had seven children and she hated to even think the thought but she swore this was the most beautiful she had ever seen."

A blush appeared on Evangeline's face, “I know I have just given birth but he’s already such a good father, seeing them cuddle only makes me want for another little baby already.”

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We needed way my Lala and Aurora interactions because I know Lala would eat that bitch alive 😍

Like Aurora is the reason Lala’s only family is dead so I just know the things she’d do to Aurora would be awful

I need me a bestie like her

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The Valor Families Name Meanings

I feel like we as readers don't talk about how cool the Valors are, they're the oldest and first ruling family or the North. Not to mention Wolfric ascended the throne without any violence simply because his wife asked him too. Not to mention have mythical powers and being apart of many Northern Legends. So here's a little Valor application.

Wolfric Valor- A German name in origin meaning "Wolf Power or Wolf Ruler." Wolfric is an imposing man, one of the most gifted fighters the North had ever seen and the first to reunite the fighting clans. Wolfric often disregarded the opinions of his family, which in turn led to terrible consequences for the family. He claimed his youngest child Aurora was "A silly girl who knew nothing of love," because she did not want to marry Vengeance Slaughterwood. He also ignored his wife's worries that betrothing Vengeance and Aurora was a bad idea, in return his son Castor and Lyric Merrywood died. However he cares deeply for his family and made sure they were protected once they awoke from their sleep, he also made quick work in taking back the throne from the Acadians.

Honora Valor- A name Latin in origin meaning "Honor or Women of Honor," often giving to babies as a sign of cherishment. Honora is a great health and one of the Greatest rulers of the North, Evangeline herself said that Honor carried herself proudly, and looked like she belonged on a battlefield more than a ballroom. She is a Wise woman and knew that the choice her husband made regarding Aurora betrothal was a poor one. She cares deeply for her children going as far as bringing Castor back from the dead. Evangeline says that Honora is an excellent Hugger.

Vesper Valor- A name Latin in origin meaning "Evening Star or Evening Prayer," Vesper is the Roman meaning of "Hesperus" which is Planet Venus during Sunset. Vesper has an ability to see into the future and provide prophecies but cannot fully understand what they mean.

Tempest Valor- Orgining from early Gaul languages meaning, "Stormy or Turbulent," Tempest is the twin brother of Romulus, both brothers are said to be the creators of the Valory Arches along with incredible inventors. It is my belief that Tempest and Romulus built Castor's helm to keep him from feeding.

Romulus Valor- Latin in origin, meaning "Child of Rome," in myth and historical beliefs Romulus was the first King of Rome, and was raised by the she-wolf Lupa, in myth he was the twin of Remus. Romulus is the twin brother of Tempest Valor, both are renowned inventors in the North. It is my belief that Romulus and Tempest built the Helm so Castor could no longer feed.

Dane Valor- English and Hebrew in origin, Dane means, "From Denmark," in English but in The Torah and Hebrew tradition means, "God is my judge." The Danes were an ethnic group that were Northen Germanic but inhabited much of Scandinavia. Dane Valor is a shapeshifter, he commonly took the form of a dragon and no other shifting forms were mentioned. In many forms of Dane history their versions of dragons were said to be long and serpent-like along with being incredibly venomous. Dane is shown to be a brute in the series, and Evangeline is confused on why Lala liked him.

Lysander Valor- A Greek name meaning, "Liberator." Lysander is said to have the power of "Memories," the full length or direct skill of these powers was never explained. He was never mentioned much throughout the series but seemed to have a close relationship with his brother Dane; the two of them together seemed to be fond of tormenting Jacks.

Castor Valor- A name Greek in origin, "Beaver," Castor in the Mythos was the twin brother of Pollux, both brothers making up the Gemini constellation. In the books Young Castor is never mentioned to have a direct power, but was described as being extremely Noble and Clever. Before he was killed he had a vast network of spies and assassins that worked for him; many of these now being his Vampire Clan. Castor is the twin brother of Aurora Valor but the two seemed to have a rough relationship as Castor thought her annoying.

Aurora Valor- Latin for the word "Dawn," in myth the Goddess Aurora announced the Dawn each day. The Tears of the Goddess Aurora were said to be the morning dew that fell to Earth. Aurora Valor is described as being the Most Beautiful girl in the Magnificent North, she was very aware of this fact. While her family believed that she pissed no powers Aurora taught herself Witchcraft, she cursed Jacks out of jealousy. Aurora is the Twin sister of Castor Valor and the youngest sibling in the Valor Family. Aurora believes that her father, Wolfric, likes her sister Vesper more since she wasn't forced into a betrothal to Vengeance Slaughterwood.

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A little teaser for the Fic I'm working on

"Homecoming"

"His hazel eyes blew wide at the sight of his lady wife and their babe, his eyes not believing the sight. Even the gods he cherished so much could not describe the feeling of joy and adoration that Benji felt. His Wife was holding a child, the child that bore their love."

I'm hoping to have this done by Sunday evening, this is one of the longer fics I've written and is currently sitting at about 1,550 words! I'm also taking any Fic requests in my asks and I'm always interested in hearing Y'all's opinions about my writing!

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The Tongue Twister thing would totally make sense for Castor since his fangs would probably change his speech and tounge pattern 😭

I can picture all of them happening

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His Lady's Love

~Lord Benjicot Blackwood returns home from a border skirmish to his lovely lady~

Trigger Warnings~Description of blood and wounds, reference to battle, Bracken hate, mentions of sex and pregnancy, reader is simply referred to as Lady Blackwood, her features are as you wish but longer hair is mentioned, angst, comfort, and fluff, They're in love your Honor~

The air in Blackwood Castle smelled of rains and unforeseen troubles as the darkness of the evening slowly overcame the Riverlands. The sun had made its way across the sky as a strong storm had formed around the castle; one almost as strong as the Young Lord making his way to his chambers.

The young Lord's dark clothes were stained with blood, the same blood that covered his face in a mockery of freckles and sunspots. His tunic sleeve was ripped open exposing a detestable wound, the sticky blood clinging to his skin like a lover would. His boots stunk of mud and the Bracken's cow field.

But with his head held high with victory the Young Benjicot quickly made his way to his chambers; paying no attention to the filth or blood that dripped upon the ancient stone floors. The Raven Haired Lord only had one thing on his battle worn mind, only one person worth seeing in this forsaken realm.

And so the Young Benjicot hastily burst into his chambers, and his bloodied gaze quickly set upon the Lady of His Heart. She sat in front of the dying fire, the dancing flames shone upon her hair as it cascaded around her. His lady was clad in a smooth night dress, the dress going to great lengths to hide his wife's growing body.

At the sound of the grand door opening she quickly pivoted her head around to be met with the sight of her blood soaked husband. A smile quickly fell from her face as she harshly stood up to meet him but not before Benjicot quickly made his way towards his beloved.

"Benji," her voice was filled with concern as her injured husband quickly but carefully forced her to sit back down.

Her Lord Husband quickly cut her questions off, "The maesters have said that you need to rest my Lady," his eyes filled with nothing but affection for his lady.

Lady Blackwood's eyes narrowed at her husband's mothering tendencies, all the while his arm gaped open and he was stained with blood.

She scoffed, "I could rest if my Lord Husband was not constantly getting into tussles with the Brackens over cattle." Her words spoke of anger but Benjicot could see a hint of fear within his wife's face.

Being neither a Blackwood or Bracken by birth his wife often found the bickering between the two houses to be a great sense of mirth, but this was the first time her Lord Husband had ever been injured.

His lips quivered into a smile, "My lady mustn't worry about me, a Bracken foal stands no chance against the Lord of Raventree," he carefully removed a blood stained glove and stroked his beloved's cheek.

"You are injured, Benjicot," she said as she held his wounded arm. "How can I rest when I know my husband is roaming the Riverlands like a feral mongrel?"

Her gaze fell down to her covered stomach, the evidence of their love showing through the night dress. She tenderly grabbed his clean hand and placed it on her swollen stomach, her eyes once again meeting his.

"I cannot rest knowing that my husband might not one day come back," her eyes glazed over and tears began to form, "that he would leave me a Widow and our child fatherless, all for an endless feud that harms us all."

His lady's words stung more than any wound ever could. Benjicot Blackwood was an honorable and proud man, he sent fear across battlefields, but he never wanted to send fear into his own home let alone his beloved wife.

Benjicot had never been gifted in his skills with words let alone comfort, but the tears that dripped onto his Lady's soft cheeks seemed to jar something from his spirit.

His shaky hands intertwined with his wife over her stomach, his unbloodied hand gently caressing her smooth fingers.

"When I swore to you under our Weirwood Tree I promised I would remain by your side to my final breath, that you would be my Lady until I depart this world," silent tears fell onto her Lady's cheeks as he spoke of their blissful day.

"I should've proclaimed that I will not depart this world without you, that I will grow old with my Lady, that together our children will know peace in the realm," he smiled softly, "that their father will always come home to them, and that his beloved would never fear her husband was lying dead on the border."

A kind smile graced his wife's face and his heart fluttered at the sight, two years into their binding and she still sent tremors through the Young Lord's soul.

He wiped a tear with his unbloodied hand and spoke boldly, "I love you like I love no other, and I promise to honor you for the rest of my life; I cannot promise to end the feud but I will always come home to my Lady and our children." 

Lady Blackwood simply smiled and to Benjicots surprise quickly drew Benji into a loving embrace; his Lady not seeming to mind the filth he was covered in. As his sweet wife embraced the blood soaked man, it felt as if his soul had been cleaned of the lives he had taken. A man as battle hardened as Benjicot knew he did not deserve such a gift, but maybe he’d one day become worthy of such a gift. For his unborn babe that rested within his beloved's Womb, and for the beloved Lady that rested within Lord Benjicot Blackwood's arms. 

As Lady Blackwood was held in her husband's arms she placed a kiss over his clothed heart, it seemed to be the only place on his tunic that wasn’t stained with blood. Tenderly she pulled off his other bloodied glove and brought both hands into a kiss. Soft tears filled her Lord's mossy eyes at the sight, but Benjicot could not find words worth speaking at the gesture. 

“I love you my Benjicot, my sweet protector and my beloved husband; your battle worn hands do not scare me and they never will, and I know you shall always come home to us, but a wife will worry.” Understanding filled Lady Blackwood's eyes, and Benji felt as if he had seen her for the first time like he did under the Weirwood tree years ago.

A teasing smile flicked across her face, “You are filthy Benji, and you have ruined my gown,” her words were not harsh but seemed playful to the blushing Benjicot who now seemed red in the face with his own blood. Realizing him she placed a hand on her stomach and carefully guided Benji into their shared bath chambers, where a filled bronze tub steamed away in the corner. A smirk fell upon Benji's face showing off a hint of his crooked teeth and pulled at the dried blood on his face. 

“Did my beloved know I would return home filthy?” His voice was teasing, as a small blush appeared on his Lady's face.

An equally roguish smirk appeared on her face and it sent Benji's heart ablaze, “Maybe a wife just wishes to bathe with her beloved Husband.” 

Lord Benjicot could do nothing but laugh and pull his beloved lady closer to him and press a soft kiss against her forehead. 

And soon the Lord and Lady of Raventree washed the blood of their bodies together, as a silent promise thicker than the grime on Benjicot filled their hearts. A promise of love and peacefulness for their people and the Babe growing in his dearest wifes womb.

(I hope y'all enjoyed this, I haven't written in a very long time and this is my first House of the Dragon Fic, I've been obsessed with Benjicot Blackwood lately and I hope to write more works for fim :) I'm always taking writing suggestions and Fic requests so if you have any ideas please let me know! )

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AU where everything is the same except Jacks gets a fox trampstamp tattoo after him and Eva get married.

Like I just know Jacks will always be a little angry that Apollo literally has Evangeline tattooed over his heart.

So he obviously does the next best thing in his mind.

Which is getting a tattoo in the slutiest place a man can have a tattoo, on his lower back right over his ass.

I also headcannon that Jacks walks around shirtless all the time, and in Tbona Eva said his pants always hung low on his hips….

He’s also described being on the leaner side of body types, so I know for a fact he had a slutty waist.

Anyways, Jacks is an absolute SLUT for his wife and loves Evangeline Fox more than anything in the world.

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I like to imagine that he calls them “His Kits” since Kits are a name for baby foxes

Headcanon Time:

If/After EvaJacks have a kiddo, Jacks calls them his “Littlest Fox”. That is all.