#Jack x Hetty

[forasecondtherewedwon]

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Rated T

And Spit at the Stars (And Scream in the Dark) Belle dies on the table. Jack x Belle | 962

Fair Days Jack's troubled by questions of love and fairness. Hetty knows something of both. Hetty x Jack | 2k

Lettuce-In-Law The first marriage proposal of the evening might be ill-conceived, but the second is quite sensible. Belle x Jack | 2.1k

Take What is Given Following Red's caesarean, Hetty reassesses what Belle means to the Port Victory Royal Hospital—and to her. Hetty x Belle | 912

Rated M

Long Leaving For Belle, studying the human body usually comes before intoxication, so this is new. Belle x Jack | 1.6k

Rated E

Amputated Nights Scissors, scalpel, needle, saw—Hetty is always passing Jack his instruments in surgery, and then they pass the night together. Hetty x Jack | 776

Bodies in the Theatre Jack and Belle make a new memory on the operating table where she almost died. Jack x Belle | 1k

Experimental Treatments Belle was the one who'd poured acid all over her thigh. How could Jack not help her? How could he not, afterwards, recall the sensation of rubbing salve into her skin? Jack x Belle | 1k

Private Practicing Belle's waiting until she's married to do all the things she seems to want when she kisses him. Jack's waiting for her to admit she's not that patient. Jack x Belle | 2.5k

remember it once “I’ve never wanted this before.” “What?” “To devote my life to another person. To live instead of just keeping myself alive. I don’t know… I don’t know how to say it…” “You said it very well.” Jack x Belle | 25k

[butcharondir]

the 19th century hospital polycule agenda is REAL and GOOD and RIGHTEOUS you can't stop us

[thedailydescent]

for the ask game, fav dodgerfox kiss and unpoplar opinion?

Hi, another fan!!! I'm finally getting around to answer this now, was going crazy over the most recent episode of IWTV :)

4. Favourite Dodgerfox Kiss

I'm going to cheat (LOL) and say that while this is my favourite "atmospheric" kiss (I'm an absolute sucker for sneaky closet kisses),

this is my favourite “physical kiss” (you can probably guess why):

14. Share an unpopular opinion!

Okay, prepare for a rant: I ended up watching this show way later and it looked like a tiny fandom anyway so I don't know if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but I don't think Jack is held enough accountability for how he treated Hetty in the show? We had our main couple tackling the clash between gender and class. Whenever Belle would bring up the sexism she experiences in the medical field, Jack counters it with the struggles he faces as a surgeon who is from a working class background. Both of them bring up good points. Yet the huge elephant in the room seems to be Hetty, who gets caught (unfairly) in the middle of their star-crossed romance and the show never really questions how he, as a lower-class man, treats the lower-class women he socializes with. Sure, Belle is privileged so he can tell her to get real now and then, but while he complains about being constantly disrespected, he seems to treat Hetty (a nurse who has to follow his orders), like a disposable "friend with benefits" despite her obvious feelings for him. I think both of them knew what kind of relationship they were in, but I feel even if you are just casual, you should still check in with the person and say, hey, I met someone I want to get in a relationship with, I hope this is okay?? I don't know, it just left a bad taste in mouth at how oblivious he was, and how she was just expected to put up with it and say nothing (especially because Hetty is also Black, and despite this show being a lot better at handling race than, say, Br*dergton, it really missed the mark there by falling into a racist trope). Jack hardly has any of the trademark romantic hero qualities that I despise in period pieces, but the whole 'being laissez-faire with lower-class women until an upper-class woman comes into his life' thing is one of them and that didn't really work for me.

Thank you for the ask! <3

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[phantomoftheorpheum]

concerning Hetty

I know Hetty isn't really an aspect of the show I have addressed before, largely because I've been focused on Jack & Belle and Jack & Fagin, but I did want to share a thought. Obviously it is heavily implied that Hetty is in love with Jack (which he does not seem to even notice, much less reciprocate), and as sad as that is for her character (she's just like a genuinely good person who has done nothing wrong, just not been the right person at the right time), I think there is one particular phrasing in all of this that has kept me from feeling too crushed for her.

When she talks to Jack about love, she tells him, "You've never really loved anyone, have you? You peel the skin off your heart and it always hurts, no matter what you do," and the implication of this is very much, imo, that Hetty has loved (romantically) before Jack, and not only does she have the capacity to love again after him, she already knows this about herself, too. Jack being someone Hetty falls in love with, but not her first love, and very easily not her last, is a comfort, imo. She obviously isn't at peace with her feelings for Jack yet, but she absolutely feels like a character that can and will get over him, and that makes me feel happy for her, because not everyone is like that.

Some people really never do get over their first love, but I believe Hetty already has long before she met Jack, and I believe she absolutely will do so again with him as well, that one day she will look back at her love for Jack as a distant memory of her youth, nothing less, nothing more. That's how I choose to interpret her words, and since we're unlikely to ever get any concrete confirmation on this particular topic, that's how I'm going to continue to look at her character- someone strong enough and kind enough to have several beautiful loves pass through her life and still be open to loving again.

[the-fiction-witch]

I'm Gonna Kill Him

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Angsty Smut!

Requested:

Hello! Before I start, I just wanted to say that I love your book so much! Could you create an imagine or a smut scene from your Jack Dawkins' book where they've broken up, and Y/N visits Jack's place that led them to having a angry/makeup sex? Then, a week later, Y/N discovers she's pregnant with his baby, which ultimately brings them back together.

Warnings : angst / angry sex, cheating, slapping, spanking, choking, biting,

I didn't want to go back, I felt like I was never going to hear the end of it. 

But I want my damn book back. 

So I got myself dressed into my black and emerald dress doing my utmost to look beautiful and glamorous, If I have to see him then god damn it he's gonna have to look at me like I'm a princess. 

I finished up and headed out into town making sure I was seen, making a point to be seen by men until I reached the hospital. I headed in proudly seeing the usual bustle of nurses and patience.

"Ohh Miss Y/n, Dr Dawkins is in his room" Hetty smiled as she saw me

"Thank you Hetty" I smiled 

"He has said he didn't want you in there miss y/n" 

"I'm well aware of what he wants." I rolled my eyes as I headed up to his room not even bothering to knock simply opened the door and saw Jack lying on his bed fiddling with a coin between his fingers, he looked up and looked annoyed 

"Ohh. What do you want?"

"You know exactly what I want. Where is it?"

"I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about" 

"Where is my book, Jack?"

"How should I know?"

"I left it here, I missed it when I was packing, I know you have it, where is it?"

"Why would I want your mouldy old book? I don't have it." He snapped getting up from his bed

"I know you do, you're just keeping it to be hurtful"

"Hurtful! I'm not the one who went bloody psycho !"

"PSYCHO!"

"You heard me!"

"I wasn't the one who violated the sanctity of a union"

"Ohh here we go again! I didn't violate anything!"

"You liar!"

"At least she didn't kick me out of bloody bed in the morning!"

"So you admit it!"

"Yeah fine, I admit it! does that soothe your ego princess!" 

Immediately I slapped him across the face and he didn't even flinch 

".... I will never hit a woman. But your making it really fucking tempting!"

"Ohh go on then you scrawny little shit I'd like to see you try!"

"I was a naval officer you think I can't take a little lady in a fight!"

"Officer! Like hell, you only were because you sat on the right laps!" 

"How dare you!" He yelled, "You repugnant little witch!"

I went to slap him again but he grabbed my wrist before I could throwing my arm back

"Ohh you gonna hit me with your parasol too?" He glared 

"You are an unbelievable bastard! I can't believe I-"

"You what?"

"I can't believe I even considered us for a moment!"

"Yeah well same here! I dodged a bloody bullet. I'd have spent my life stuck married to you!"

"Ohh I'd have made your life a living hell every second of it just for the thrill of it!"

"You would wouldn't you! you'd have turned me into some little pitiful house husband just to spide me wouldn't you!" 

"I would I'd have torn you down so low you'd be looking up to kiss my feet!" I yelled "And I'd have taken pleasure in it you evil man! treacherous! fuckwit!"

He grabbed my waist and pulled me into a kiss, I was so very angry with him, I wanted to slap him off me but I didn't want to kiss him back I wanted to win! I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of my submission, So I kissed him with force, trying to take control, but he would not allow that so easily forcing his tongue down my throat but I argued with him even at this moment battling with him in a war of our tongues, I grabbed his shirt desperate for control but he grabbed my waist and unlaced my dress, making quick work of it given his quick nibble surgeons fingers, I didn't want him to win so I began unbuttoning his trousers, once undone he grabbed my waist and forced me down onto the bed But I grabbed his hips and forced him down flat on the mattress 

"Don't you even think about it!" He groaned flipping us over so I was under him 

"I refuse to be under such a bastard." I gritted my teeth 

"You can ride me if you wish." 

"Not on your life." 

"Open your legs, Or I'll bend you over it's up to you." 

"Maybe I'll bend you over."

"You would you little succubus!"

"Well, how else was I meant to keep up with you!"

"You always did you were a little Fucking whore for me" He growled forcing off my dress "God damn it you are an evil, conniving, little witch but god had to give you that fucking body didn't he!" 

"He didn't have to make you such an unreasonable, arrogant, illiterate, Imbosile but here we are" I smirked clawing as his shirt 

"And we both know what he gave me to make up for that" He growled pulling his suspenders off his shoulders and forcing off his shirt as he pulled me into another aggressive kiss I clawed down his chest almost drawing blood as he forced me on my knees, 

"Don't even think about it, Jack!" I glared but he forced my hips up to his and dug his nails into my ass

"I'll do much more than think about it" he smirked pushing off his trousers and forcing himself inside me, 

as much as I hated it, my anger bubbling in my bones, but... I moaned as I had missed the feeling of him inside me, he didn't waste a single moment starting his fast and angsty thrusts, pounding into me like his life utterly depended on it, I moved my hips back trying to take control but I think it was a little late for that even so I made sure to force him into the pace I wanted which only frustrated him more, the bed creaking and squeaking, his violent grunts and groans much the sounds one would make in a fight tumbling from behind me until he began to slow his breaths getting looser 

"That all you got little boy?" I smirked moving myself 

"I. Am. Not. A boy!" He groaned grabbing my hair and pulling on it to bring my ear to his lips "Don't make have to teach my succubus a lesson!" He growled bitting on my shoulder 

"Ughhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" I squealed given his pace didn't stop his angle hitting where I needed "You whore so bad you missed me this much?!" 

"Missed you? You know what I did I missed your pussy princess I've got it just how I love it. But we wanna talk about who missed who, who came here showing off like she was the fucking queen all for her little fucking book back"

"and you caved this quickly? I thought you had more resilience than that Jack?"

"Not around you I don't" He smirked moving a hand to rub my clit 

"Uhhhhhh!" I gasped and he forced me back down onto the pillow "See I knew you missed me" I gasped 

"You can't blame me for missing a pussy I've fucked for the last two years. took a long time to get you this good." 

"Like I didn't train you" I smirked "Jack please-"

"Yeah? you need me that bad you had to come see me?" he cooed "Cause you know I'm the only person in port victoria who can make you cum"

"I can do it myself then I don't have to deal with your bloody ego!"

"fine, then I'll stop-" He smirked going to sloe

"Don't you fucking dare Jack!" I groaned forcing him to move quicker until I almost ripped his sheets as I screamed reaching my high 

"fuck you sound good like that" He groaned "I could almost put up with your shit for that noise" 

"I bet you could" I smirked forcing us over so he was down on his back 

"I knew you couldn't resist" He smirked

"You dare I will slap that smirking face of yours" I warn moving to ride him as aggressively as possible 

"UGhhhhhhhh fucking- you evil little thing"

"shut up Jack," I warn bouncing and moving mercilessly on him 

"Come on then princess make me cum" He smirked 

"I said shut up!" I yelled wrapping my hands around his neck to slightly choke him 

"UUughhhhhhhhhh!" he groans "Fuck-" He gasped his hips bucking like crazy as he buried himself inside of me so I pulled my hands back and caught my breath "Fine. I admit it. I've missed you" he gasped 

"Fine. I missed you too." I sighed climbing off him and going to get my dress but he grabbed me and pulled me back into the bed so he could cuddle me my head on his chest 

"Now you have... all of that out of your system, and have had time to pout. am I allowed to actually explain myself?"

"What's there to explain, you fucked her Jack. Plain and simple, what do you have to explain?"

"Will you listen anyway?" He asked stroking my hair 

"Fine. If you want to waste your breath."

"She has a problem"

"ohh I bet she did-"

"No. Listen. shut your mouth a while and listen to what I'm saying." he snapped "She has a problem, a medical problem, inoperable, incurable, she'll be dead within the month if not sooner" he explained quietly as he gently pets my hair "She was an innocent"

"was she? I bet she told you that." I said back almost in a whisper 

"Y/n. I swear to you, she told me, in confidence that she was an innocent, given the state of her condition she accepted her death and had began to make arrangements for the future,"

"And where do you come into all this?"

"I'm her doctor. I've been treating her. She asked me to... she said of all the things in this world that she will miss, she wanted to feel the touch of a man just once in her life." He whispered "So I did, Yes I fucked her. Should I have done it... I don't know. But do I regret it? No. would I do it again, I frankly don't know. I'm not sure I would If I'd have known I'd lose you because of it."

"Why you? She could have asked many, barely a man in Port Victoria that wouldn't want to fuck a virgin."

"Because I'm her doctor, and I was engaged. She trusted me. She didn't want to be used like some old whore she wanted to feel loved, and she knew she could trust me because I'm her doctor, and she wouldn't leave a man utterly in love with her behind, because she knew I loved you."

"Is that true?"

"Why would I lie to you now? you've already left me."

"why didn't you just tell me that?"

"Because I fucked another woman plain and simple... you didn't want to listen and it would only dig myself deeper if I did" 

"...it wasn't what you did Jack."

"No?"

"No. I just wish you'd have told me first."

"What?" he asked sitting up  a little 

"If you had come to me, and told me about her, about her illness, about what she had asked of you. I'd have allowed it." 

"No, you wouldn't-"

"I would. Because it is a kind thing to do Jack, if I was dying I'd have asked you too. I wish you had come and asked me, I'd have allowed it, but instead, I had to find out afterwards, from Sneed of all people not even you, that you broke my trust."

"I know, I was just worried you'd be angry if I told you." 

"I was more angry you didn't"

"That's fair." He nods "I fucked up, and I know that. it doesn't matter now... She's dead anyway."

"What?"

"Passed away this morning." 

"I'm sorry Jack-"

"It's fine. she doesn't have to suffer anymore. I'm happy, I could make her final days somewhat enjoyable"

"You're kind, and sweet when you want to be" 

"I am sorry. Believe me."

"Well... it doesn't matter now does it."

"I guess not." he sighed "She didn't even call me Jack."

"No?"

"No. Just Doctor Dawkins" He chuckled 

"Did you use her name?"

"I did. I wanted to make her feel loved... But I thought of you." He whispered kissing my forehead 

"You did?"

"I did. I imagined her body as yours, her voice as yours," He said "You know you're the only girl who can satisfy me. so I thought of you"

"... I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse." I sighed 

"Y/n..."

"Yes, Jack?"

"Is there, any possibility, no matter how slim? That, you and I may... rekindle even a portion of what we had before?" 

"I doubt it, Jack." I said moving to see his face "I will always love you, but I can't forgive you." 

"Could I do anything for you to forgive me?"

"No. Once trust is broken... like a delicate vase chattered, the pieces may be placed back, but you will always see the crack." I explained "Who's to say... another girl, in a similar state, asks the same of you, I cannot trust that you wouldn't do it again"

"... I understand." he nods "And I am sorry. I will always love you, you know that. No matter what you do, or say, my heart will always be yours." 

"And Mine yours." I smiled giving him a sweet kiss "I should go." I said climbing out the bed and starting to get dressed again 

"I don't know what I'm gonna do without you," he said as he watched me dress 

"I'm sure you shall find ladies to spend of the evening." 

"It's not the evening that worries me, it's the mornings, and the middays, and the afternoons, and the middle of the nights, a fuck is a fuck, but when you cum it's over, with you... every moment and all of it felt like heaven" 

"Well, such are the consequences of your actions." I sighed "Now? my book."

He rolled his eyes sitting up slipping his trousers on and pulling my book from under his mattress 

"Thank you" I snapped taking it back "A reason you kept it?"

"...reminds me of you." 

"You always complained you couldn't read it. my stupid spider scrawl handwriting"

"I can't. but I know what it says... when I read it, chasing the words around the page I- I heard your voice reading it to me" 

for a moment I felt teary "Keep it." I said handing back the book 

"No." he said pushing it back into my hand and kissing my lips in a soft and gentle way "Please don't labour me with memories of you." 

"Alright," I nodded "Goodbye Jack."

"Goodbye Y/n" He nods fighting back his tears 

I took my book and I left heading home. 

I sat in bed fresh as the morning sun, unable to bring myself to rise just yet, I turned and saw my book on my bedside table and I thought of him, for a moment all our nights of enthroned passion returned, I thought of our last night together over a month ago now of angst and anger, I thought of how he held me that night, how he kissed me still with all the love that he had always done so, 

I thought of the most wonderful moments, Of how his head would settle in my lap after the day's work, I would twist and knot my fingers in his golden locks, he would press a kiss to my thighs, and I would read to him, all that I had written, and he would offer me suggestions of words that suited better, listing synonyms for me to replace the overused words. 

I forced such thoughts away and sat myself up checking the day on my calendar I knew what to expect today pulling back my covers but- they were as white as sheep. This couldn't be? I was late already. I tried not to allow panic to set in given my typical irregularities.

"Miss I have brought your you porridge with honey" The maid smiled as she came through with my breakfast but the simple smell was enough

"Out." I demanded throwing my head off my bed to upturn my stomach into the bucket I had left there, and she scurried away. "No... No this can't be possible." I forced myself up and over to my mirror pulling back my nightie to expose my stomach it didn't look any different or maybe it did... I don't know. and the memory of that night flooded into my mind, of him finishing burying himself inside me as I rode him, "No... no no no.... I'm gonna kill him..." I whined grabbing my dress and hurrying as fast as my feet could to the hospital rushing up to his room without a word. But I froze up as I saw his door- 

to think of all that had happened, How I stormed out, I'd returned once and clearly that was an awful mistake I- didn't exactly feel thrilled I was returning yet again. but I knocked and soon enough he pulled it open.

"Oh, its you. What can I do for you?" He asked fixing his waistcoat

"I need you." I told him rushing into his room

"Uhh okay" He nods shutting his door with a wicked smile "So... Shall I repeat our last night my darling?"

"No." I snapped "I need your... medical, Intervention"

"my medical intervention?"

"Yes."

"You realize patients have to wait in the waiting room you know, you can't just come up to a doctor's bedroom to get seen faster, even if it is you."

"Jack. Please." I told him fear in my voice tears in my eyes and he melted his own panic set in 

"What is it?"

"I am... so very scared Jack."

"Alright just sit down, tell me what's wrong," he said helping me to sit on his bed 

"My monthly time is late."

"Alright, well such thing can happen you have been stressed these few weeks" He explained nervously pacing around his room as I spoke 

"Over a month."

"Perhaps simple change in your cycle" 

"I have been vomiting." 

"A bad fish may have simply turned your stomach," he said his fear growing as he too was coming to the conclusion I had already suspected but he didn't want it to be true, he didn't want to believe me, 

"My waist grows... Inch by inch. Almost weekly. gaining speed steadily"

"Bloating. could simply-"

"Jack. I might be pregnant." 

"You might." He nods "It could be a million other-"

"I. Might be pregnant." I told him getting to my feet "By the grace of god I need to know." 

"I'd need to track your cycle completely, and I don't have that information."

"You had it as up to date as I did until I left and I haven't bleed since so-"

"Well, how do I know what you've been doing?" He glared So I slapped him and he adjusted his jaw a little "How am I to know who the father is?"

"You." I said and the colour drained from his skin "I have never been touched by another man as long as I have lived. If I am pregnant... It is yours. or it is gods." 

"It can't be mine. I always-"

"Not always, Our last evening together..."

"Fuck-" He gasped "I have thought of that night a hundred times, your right. I didn't"

"So, Doctor. What do we do?" 

"I need a rabbit." He sighed 

I had to return to the hospital, to Jack twice daily once in the morning, once at night and each day, for three days, and I had to drink a whole jug of water and well... expel it. and this was the final time. 

"There, Now will we know?" I asked 

"Yes. we should do" He said as he took it in a firm needle "shhh shhh there's a good girl" He cooed to the little rabbit on the table, I had since after all these days named her hoppy, and he injected her "Five minutes" he said 

"I do not understand how these things work" I sighed 

"You want me to explain?"

"Not really."

"Fair enough." He said turning to his tools a moment and grabbing a large knife 

"Jack- What are you doing!"

"Finding out" He began moving quickly to-

"No!" I yelped stopping him "Jack! that's barbaric." 

"I have been injecting her with your urine for the last three days, if her ovaries are enlarged and she has gone into heat then you are pregnant, if she hasn't you are not."

"Is there no way to check without killing her?"

"No. now do you want to know or not?" 

"There must be a simpler way."

"Yes, there is. we wait nine months and see if a baby pops out of you."

"You know we can't do that. but that doesn't mean I allow you to butcher an innocent animal"

We both stopped a moment as hoppy moved a little and began humping the blanket she sat on aggressively 

"I'd say she's in heat"

"I need to check. for sure."

"Fine" I sighed 

"I'll be quick, painless" he said making quick work of killing the poor thing before then cutting it open to examine her 

"And?"

".... her ovaries are Enlarged. Extremely so. She is in heat." He said dropping his knife on the table 

"So..."

"You're pregnant." 

"... I see." I nodded my hands settling on my stomach in absolute fear but Jack took my face in his hand and sweetly kissed me sending blood across my skin, till he pulled back stroking his nose on mine as he always used to

"This is the happiest news you could have given me."

"Happy? Jack, I am pregnant out of wedlock. My father will banish me, society will crucify me, and our child will suffer as a bastard all of its life." I explained, "What am I to do?" 

"I know exactly what you are to do. Take back my ring."

"What?"

"Take back my ring, return our lives to how they were, before my mistake, marry me by the end of the week and we, can raise our child together. As husband and wife," 

"We cannot-"

"Why not?"

"I already told my father of our cancelled engagement"

"Then tell him it was nothing but a lovers tiff. and that all is as it was." He said "I still love you, I still want us to be together, I still want to marry you. and I want us to raise our child together. Please. You cannot expect me to let you go again, I made that mistake once letting you walk away from me, I am not foolish enough to allow it again, especially not while my child grows in your womb" 

"You can not simply expect me to trust you again Jack."

"I'm not. I'm asking you to let me earn it back." He said, "Please Y/n." 

"Yes" I gasped

"You-"

"Yes Jack."

"Y/n... my darling" He cooed pulling me back to his lips. 

[islayhawkin]

Savior

Jack dawkins x f!reader

Summery: you get hurt and jack does everything in his power to save you

Request: i loooooove your writing and i was wondering if you could do a htc with jack dawkins, maybe reader gets hurt and he had to operate & just them after xxx

A/N: ahh thank you so much! I'd never miss a chance to write angst and hurt/comfort 😌 Jack is one of the most unfamiliar characters for me right now so I‘m still trying to figure him out but I‘m happy that you guys seem to like it

Warnings!: blood, wounds, surgeries (basically everything that happens in the show too)

Angst, hurt/comfort

It had been a usual work day at the hospital for jack. Almost boringly so. Nothing really seemed to happen. No surgeries were planned. Only patients with some problem or another. That was until you came falling into his arms in the evening. Literally.

You stumbled into the hospital door with a hand on your bleeding abdomen. Your breath was heavy and you tried to blink the nauseous feeling away but had to hold yourself up against the wall. It left a bloody print on it but you didn‘t notice as you staggered over to Jacks room.

It wasn’t really logical to aim for Jacks room since he probably was still at work in the hospital but it was the first place you could think of. Lucky for you, Jack turned the corner into the hall and discovered you slumping against the wall.

His heart almost came to a stop at the sight before starting to bound out of control again. He ran over to your side with long strides and quickly wrapped his arm around your waist to holy you upright. His hands were shaking.

"What happened?" His accent was thicker than usual, panicked.

"Stabbed." You breathed out, barely getting the word out.

Jack cursed under his breath and quickly took action. He pulled his neckerchief from his neck and pressed it against the wound earning ragged breaths from you.

"Apologies. Press it." He ordered firmly. You had never seen him quite so stern with you. But Jack had no time for gentle words, he had to act quickly.

He swiftly picked you up bridal style with his hand in the crook of your knee and carried you over to the operation table. Meanwhile he screamed for Hetty or any nurse or help nearby for that matter.

You hang limply in his arms. Though you tried to follow his order to press the cloth against your abdomen, it was difficult to mentain the strength in your arm.

The feeling of your limp body against him didn't help Jacks panic. It wasn't as if the wound seemed so gruesome. He had seen and operated a lot more but this was different. It was you.

Usually he went into surgeries with ease. He put on a show for the audience, operate with steady hands and show off a bit. Now he wasn't even sure if he could do it.

It was his heart that looked at you not his brain. But he needed to push through and shut his heart off for a moment.

Jack pushed some things roughly from the operation table, which made a clattering sound as the stuff hit the floor.

At last Hetty rushed into the room too and her eyes widened at the sight before her. She knew what you meant to him.

Jack looked up briefly as she entered. "We need to check for any interanal demage immediately, then sew it close."

With quick fingers Jack pucked up his gear and sat it on the side table.

"Are you sure you are in a position to perform this surgery dr dawkins?" Hetty asked hesitantely.

"I have to." Jack snapped at her.

"Jack..." you whispered trying to catch his attention.

His eyes flew to yours and what he saw in them broke him. You were afraid. Terrified. He felt as if you were afraid of him. He was gonna cut you open, he was going to hurt you. But he needed to.

He swallowed. "It'll be okay love. I promise. I'm going to have to operate on you now but you will not feel anything." He tried to reassure you. Desperate to get that terrified look off of your face.

You searched him with your hand and gripped onto his pants. You needed some kind of closure to him. He understood and took your hand in his. Giving it a reassuring squeeze. There was blood smeared everywhere on your hands but that didn't matter.

He held a mask over your mouth with his other hand. "Just breathe. You'll feel nothing." He whispered.

That's the last thing you remembered before you slipped into a sweet sleep.

The moment you were out jack immediately went into action and took the scalpel from hettys hand. His hand trembled slightly and he pinched his fingers together in a attempt to get it under control.

It felt so wrong to hurt you. Of course he knew that he was just saving you. He did that on a daily basis. But your delicate form usually snuggled up against him, the one he was made to protect, to cut with a knife made him almost feel it on his own skin.

Hetty gave him a concerned look but didn't say anything else. He tried to focus on the task at hand and definately not look at your face. He had to take short breaks where he leaned on the desk and breathed deeply in and out but in the end the procedure went well.

After he had closed you up and checked for the 10th time if you still had pulse and were breathing, he picked you up in his arms gently and carried you to a free bed in a seperate room with ease. He'd get you positioned in his room later anyways.

It was dark already so he lit a candle on your bedside table.

He took a deep breath and gave himself permission to relax for the first time since you came stumbleing in. He got a blanket and gently draped it over you. He checked your pulse again and sat down on a chair next to your bed.

Jack slumped down and put his head in his hands. It had been terrible to witness, to do himself and it didn't leave him unscathered. The dried blood was still on his hands as he went through his hair.

He was distressed to say the least by this whole situation, not only felt he responsible for what happened to you, as if he should have protected you better, shouldn't have to cut you open, but also was this feeling terrifieingly new to him.

Jack was a street kid. He had grown up seeing gore and death. And he was a surgeon. He was living with death constantly. He had a living human under his hands daily. But with you it made him feel terrified.

He also wasn't very often terrified. His eyes moisted up. And he blinked hastily to get it away again.

So he engulfed your smaller hand in his big, calloused one. He had always loved the feeling of your hand in his. It made him feel like he was protecting you even though he failed so miserably in real.

You started to gain consciousness again as you blinked your eyes open slowly. The first thing you noticed was that everything hurt. The second was your hand resting in another and your gaze fluttered to jack on your side. He honestly looked a mess. Not that he looked less good because of it.

"You look like a mess." You muttered your thought out loud.

His head snapped up at the sound of your voice. "You're awake." He checked you over even though he knew excactly what state you were in.

Your hand softly squeezed his.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling sick or dizzy?" He started to pepper you with questions.

"Feels horrible. Like I was hit by a horse." you croaked out.

Jack grimaced. "Yeah that's normal." He opened his mouth to start a sentence but clamped it shut again. Swallowing.

"I was really afraid." He whispered. His big brown eyes looking at yours sincerly.

You smiled weakly. "I was too. I'm glad you were there. Thank you."

He shook his head. "No that's not- I should've been there for you. I'll never forget that frightened look on your face...what happened excactly?"

You sighed and closed your eyes. "I was assaulted. Honestly I'm not sure what they wanted. Probably harass and rob me or something. Well I fought against them and it seemed they didn't like that very much. Stabbed me in the gut and left me on the street."

Jack ran a hand over his face. "I am so sorry. Still I'm glad that you at least weren't sexually assaulted... I shouldn't have let you gone outside alone. I told you it was too dangerous!" Jacks eyes started to wet again at the mental image.

"No. There is always a risk I know that. But i don't want you to- and I can't ask you to escort me everywhere I go. Just...thank you for saving me jack."

"Of course. I was bloody shaking doing that you know?" He gave you a small smile.

"You are the most chill person in a surgery." You stated confused.

"Well not when it's you under my scalpel."

He took the side of your face in his hands. Your skin was still pale. His eyes were switching between yours. "I don't want anything to happen to you ever again. I don't think I could bare it." He whispered. His face incredibly close to yours.

You layed your hand on to of his. "You're always there to save me if it should hapoen again doctor dawkins."

"I cannot fathom a life without you in it Y/N." He whispered.

You smiled lovingly up at him. "Will you join me in bed?"

He grinned widely. "Gladly darlin'. We have to be careful of your wounds though so no thigh cuddleing."

"Probably for the best." You groaned slightly as your attention turned back to the pain.

He got into bed next to you. It was a thigh fit but neither of you minded it at all. His movements were very careful and tender as he wrapped his arm around you.

You relaxed against him as he soothed the pain a bit away.

"I'll never let that happen again." He whispered rather to himself before a sweet slumber overcame you both.

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The middle daughter.

Hi! Can I have a Jack Dawkins x Belle's sister!Reader a fluff version. Can you write this oneshot where that one scene when Jack broke into Belle's house and found her on the floor? Instead of Belle being sick, the reader is sick instead

A/n: I hope this is what you were looking for. X

Belle was sure she and Jack could fix her sister, even with the fear he felt of hurting her, she knew it. She looked to Fanny.

"I know he has feelings for her but he is the only doctor who could do this." She stated, fanny agreed.

"then you must help him sister. I'm sorry I have to go Oliver is waiting."

Belle slumped into a chair in her father's library.

*********

Jack slipped through the window to your room, a new hope in his heart.

"Y/n, I think I've found-" his breath caught in his throat tangled with the unspoken words as he saw you lying on the floor. Books scattered around you. He dropped down beside you brushing the hair from your face. Your skin was white as snow. Jack quickly checked your pulse, the beat was so weak; too weak.

At first he could do nothing, his body was frozen in place, holding you against him.

"Help!" He called out.

Belle came running in, gasping at the sight.

"We need a carriage, now!" He yelled. Belle nodded and ran down through her house. Jack had scooped you up into his arms and carried you down behind her. His chest tightened with fear as he placed you into the flat bed of the delivery cart, hopping in beside you. Belle climbed into the front seat and demanded the driver hurry. Turning back to you both she felt a fear for her sister she had never felt before.

"Can you do it?" She asked him. Jack looked up to her as a tear dropped from his eye. His arms cradled you to his chest.

"I think so, if you help me." His voice broke.

"Do you love her?" Belle couldn't stop herself from asking the question. Jack's eyes met hers once more before turning back to your face. He brushed the back of his fingers across you cheek.

"I don't know what love is, but I would die for her." He admitted quietly.

At the hospital they rushed inside, belle demanded Hetty help them in the theatre. Jack placed you onto the operating table, his fingers hesitated over your dress. Belle touched his hand.

"Jack?"

He pulled in a jagged breath, allowing Belle to take over and untie your blue dressing gown. The two of them worked in silence, his hands firmly inside your body.

Hatty couldn't stop the Governor and his wife from barging into the room. Your mother screamed when she saw you.

"Stop! Don't you dare-"

"If I stop now she does." Jack yelled back. There is an argument between the prof and your mother. Belle marched over to them.

"Jack is the finest doctor in the country, I have permission for this surgery. You will do nothing. Go with the prof and wait elsewhere. We have work to do." She basically shoved her mother backwards. The governor stopped looking back at his middle daughter then to Belle.

"Can he save her?" He asked.

"Yes father, he will save her."

***********

Your eyes fluttered open, a cold hand held yours. Without having to look you knew it to be your mother's. Pain seared through your chest and you realised you were in the hospital.

"What happened?" You ask to the room. Your voice was croaky. Belle came into your vision.

"You're alive that's all that matters."

There is a cough behind her and she moves to reveal your father and Jack at the door. His hands and shirt are still stained with blood.

"ladies if you don't mind, the Doctor and my daughter have need to be alone." Reluctantly the two women followed the Governor out, leaving Jack with you. He perched himself on the side of your bed, moving his fingers to check the dressings on your chest.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Like I have been hit by a moving train. You did it?" You ask.

"I did. You asked me to." He replied taking your hand in his. He was quiet for a moment as a smile drew along his face. It was infectious and you found yourself copying.

"What is it?" You prompt.

"Your father and I spoke, he has given me a very generous offer."

The words panic you slightly.

"He has noted our affections and is willing to allow it, to allow us to marry, he would ensure us a home and have a wage secured for me with the hospital. He offers a large dowry for your hand." You can feel the nerves emanating from his every pour. "I told him I could not take the offer unless..."he took in a steadying breath, "unless.it was what you wanted."

"You have to ask me." You whisper.

"y/n, you are the most annoying woman that has ever crossed my path, you have unnerved me more than any one has. You vex me, daily, yet I find myself incapable of thinking of my work unless you are close by." He looked into your eyes, stroking back your soft hair, "please tell me I am not alone in this? If you hold even half of the feelings for me as I do for you then please tell me now." Tears were welling in your eyes.

"I feel them threefold, Jack. I love you."

His smile widened and he pressed his lips to yours. It was not your first kiss but it felt utterly new. This was not a kiss of lust but one of pure and deep love.

"I found you, in your room. I was so frightened, I've never been so scared." He admitted.

"It was too much, mother had shouted at me, I was frightened. You and Belle had been working so hard and when you both said it couldn't be done I... I'm glad you found me."

"So do we tell your mother we are to marry?" He laughed.

"Oh yes, it's just the fright she needs." You laugh but the action rocks your chest and it pains you.

Jack smooths your shoulder to comfort you.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Jack."

[reneeluv154]

Panic attacks

This is a Jack x Belle imagine that wad anonymously requested of me!

I hope you all enjoy it, I don't normally write character x character imagine so I apologize if it's not all you hope or hoped.🤍🤍🤍

In this imagine Jack had a ⚠️panic attack⚠️ and Belle learns about what they are as he is having one.

Whoever requested this I really hope you enjoy.

Jack’s POV

The surgery will begin in 20 minutes. I was nauseous, this was going to be one of the most important surgeries of my career. “Dawkins are you alright?” Hetty questioned me gently, setting a hand on my shoulder.

I shook her off, “I’m fine.”

“Glad to see you haven’t started without me.” Belle smiled as she walked through the door, I forced a subtle smile only glancing before continuing to arrange my instruments.

“Are you okay?”

“Why?”

“You're a little shaky, and you’ve got some sweat.” She wiped my forehead with her handkerchief, looking rather worried.

“I’m alright milady.”

I glanced at the clock “10 more minutes.” I muttered in a panic. A wave of heat crashed down upon me starting from the top of my head all the way down to the bottom of my feet. I pinched the bridge of my nose feeling myself sway back and forth. “Jack.” It was Belle, I couldn’t let her see me in a panic, it would scare her, I can’t have someone I feel so fondly for scared of me.

“Yes?” I heard my voice echo and a loud ringing began to play.

“Jack, what’s wrong?” That look she gave me made me melt, she was genuinely worried about me. I felt terrible. My head shook as I felt time slow for a split second. “I just need to use the restroom.” I hurried off, instead making my way into my small living quarters and splashing cool water in my face before dabbing it dry with my sleeve.

Belle’s POV

Jack had been gone far too long, the surgery was starting soon, Belle watched as the eager men piled in to watch the amazing Dr. Dawkins. “Excuse me Hetty, have you seen Dawkins?” She shook her head. “Last I saw him he was rushing up the stairs to his room.” Belle took off out the doors towards his room, what was going on?

She made it to his door gently knocking but getting no response.

“Jack, are you alright?” Once again there was no response but as she listened closely, small sobs became more and more apparent.

“Jack, I'm coming in.” She was met with a worrying sight and immediately rushed to his side. He was sitting on the floor, his back flat against the wall with his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. His breathing was intense and fast leaving almost no time for oxygen to enter his lungs, his hair and clothing, now drenched in sweat, and his cheeks with tears.

“B-Belle.” He gasped, gripping his chest

with his hands.

“What’s happening?” Tears welled in Belle’s eyes, was he dying and hadn’t told her?

“It’s. a. Panic. attack.” He managed to mumble, still hyperventilating.

“How do I help?” A tear ran down her cheek.

“Stay. calm. I’ll. be. okay.” Belle had never seen this much pain and worry in his eyes, it terrified her. But she nodded gently resting her hand on his cheek bringing their foreheads together while taking his hand to her heart.

“Just listen to my heartbeat okay? Close your eyes and listen.” She whispered, caressing his hand with her own.

Jack’s POV

I was now the one holding Belle, I had explained what happened. She was not having a panic attack, just extremely shocked and overwhelmed. ��I’m sorry Belle, I didn’t want you to see me like that.” As I moved to look at her she did the same. “I’m glad I could help you, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

I shrugged. “Like I said, I was afraid I would scare you.”

She shook her head moving to bring us closer, “Jack, I was scared I was losing you. If you had told me sooner I would have known what to do.”

I nodded, “I know and I apologize, but for not knowing what to do you were wonderful.” I smirked as I lay a gentle peck on her nose. “Since we missed the surgery, do you mind staying a bit longer?” And she shook her head.

“Not at all.”

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Tell me about Artful Dodger! What are you hung up on? What would you want to see in a potential second season?

ahhh thank you so much for the ask!!! I have so many thoughts, I am so in love with jack x belle (dodgerfox), their chemistry is insane and they're so well suited😭😭 I need to see them convince Jane Fox and figure out a way to be together. They became my favs SO fast🥺 I also really loved Red and I wanna see her potentially form a friendship with Belle? Idk it could be fun. Also, Hetty!!! She deserves better, it would be amazing to see her find her own special someone and be happy without Jack!!!

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hiii hope you’re doing okay over there 💛💛 also may i have some amazing urban fantasy recs?? u always have the best, most wonderfully curated recs

i'm melting in this weather, jessi! melting!

here are some favorite urban fantasy book recs:

even though i knew the end by cl polk - a fantastic noir novella about a private detective, a gamble for her immortal soul, and the secrets we keep from each other

devil and the bluebird by jennifer mason-block - a stand-alone that reads like a folk ballad, a young girl trades her voice for an enchanted pair of boots to cross the country to find her sister

the city beautiful by aden polydoros - wonderfully seeped in jewish ghost stories, a teenager is possessed by the murdered spirit of his friend

small town monsters by diana rodriguez wallach - there comes a time when every teen must ask a simple question of what's scarier: the locked basement door or the smiley cult that's gaining power in your town

the conductors by nicole glover - a young woman's past comes back to follow her as series of strange murders strike in her antebellum-era city (hetty x benjy 5ever!!!!)

deep secret by diana wynne jones - one of the most weirdest and lovable books you'll come across. a sff convention! terrible job interviews! a centaur prince!

hold me closer necromancer by lish mcbride - a fry cook learns that he's a necromancer and is unintentionally on someone else's (scarier) turf

the warrior heir by cinda williams chima - after helping his aunt rob a grave, jack confronts his new inheritance as rival wizard houses plot to kidnap him

bitter medicine by mia tsai - she's the descendent of a god and he's not fully human. together, they're a blushing mess of feelings and complicated magic when their jobs collide

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Amputated Nights

Fandom: The Artful Dodger Pairing: Hetty/Jack Rating: E Word Count: 776

Scissors, scalpel, needle, saw—Hetty is always passing Jack his instruments in surgery, and then they pass the night together. He is there in the semi-privacy of her room, up away from all of the noise and most of the smell of the hospital.

Saw: the blunted rub that bites when it catches, her hips tilting against his with a gasp from her mouth.

Needle: working flesh together, in and out, his close thrusts like tight stitches.

Scalpel: the pinch of her fingernails into his back.

Scissors: a severance, Jack out the door.

Doctor and nurse, impoverished and practical. This isn’t romantic, but it is real, away from the necessary showmanship of Jack in the theatre, Hetty urging speed or caution with her looks because she can’t with her voice. She hovers at the ready. She passes what he needs. She commiserates with a glance as Jack stands behind glass, hands on his hips in frustration while Sneed does the surgery instead, barely mediocre, or the Professor blinks slowly over a wound that’s bleeding out. Another dead body. Jack huffing hot breath into her hair hours later, a little blood still trapped in the lines of his knuckles when she hugs his hips between her thighs and his quick fingers catch the back of her knee.

Success, tragedy, or plain endurance. Any sort of day can precede the twilight tap of Jack’s boots on the stairs, the unadorned look on his face when Hetty opens her door to him. There is no grin of delight; neither is there the coldness of a lover turned indifferent, the suspicion of a jealous husband. What they have is suitable for where and who they are. So she’s surprised at herself the night she asks him to stay.

“Will you ever spend the whole night with me?”

His pale shape moving in the dark, away from her.

“Go back to sleep.”

You do not tell me what to do here, Hetty would like to remind him. But she isn’t bold enough to say it out loud, in the moment she feels it, body soft in the sheets Jack’s left warm. He didn’t answer her question. The words were wrong anyway, misleading symptoms of her feverish thoughts. She does not mean—does not want—to speculate on what he will do. She means—she wants—to tell him to lay himself back down and remain until the fuzzy charcoal-coloured almost-morning comes and, rising from cool cotton, they feel the air hang hot on their naked shoulders. It isn’t sensible; the bed is narrow, his occasional nightmares disturb her precious unconsciousness. Yet Jack sleeps small, curled in as if from the cold, and Hetty does him the service of pretending to sleep through his more violent awakenings, his soft cries in his sleep. He could stay. She would permit it; the one place in this building where she has some say.

She hopes he will remember her question as a drowsy critique of his solitary habits, or forget it altogether.

Hetty will rise alone and make up with fresh sheets the beds of the patients who died in the night, and she and Jack will not be married. He will not help her, he will not protect her, and her life will continue to take the shape she decides for it. She will be good in her role, trying to keep infection out, concealing her panic over the thing she’s let into the hospital: the governor’s daughter. Hetty will Ma’am and watch and protest when and where and how she can, leaning into the thorny embrace of society to discourage Jack from working with Lady Fox because there are rules that forbid it. The rules prick Hetty too as she unfurls arguments against women in the hospital, women employed, women with hands slick and stained with blood. The fleeting look Jack gives her before turning back to the patient, the purpose, the titled, hoop-skirted protégé is bewildered. Why should Hetty not join them in flouting the regulations? Why shouldn’t she want another pair of hands helping them preserve life? Why, why, why, when Jack still climbs the stairs? When he pulls the shirt over his head and occupies the narrow bed? When, afterwards, he massages the nape of Hetty’s neck between firm fingers and thumb, knowing her little pains and relieving them?

The hospital is cleaner, the amputations are fewer. When Jack stops climbing the stairs, the nights are longer, her rest is deeper. Hetty is alert and precise in the performance of her duties. Scissors, scalpel, needle, saw. She presses them into Jack’s waiting palm, out of the heat of hers.

[timetravelingsherlockian]

Isaac as Minor Antagonist -- Queer Ambiguity or Main Character Perk?

CBS Ghosts' Isaac is both the show's most prominent queer character and perhaps the most likely of the main cast to be an antagonist. He has a habit of lying, second only to the show's main character, Sam. Is this moral ambiguity a holdover from queer-coded villains of the past? Or an artifact of his flexibility as a main character?

Firstoff -- I *love* Isaac. He, along with Pete and Alberta, is my favorite character from this show. As far as I'm concerned, the only flaw this gay disaster (affectionate) has is his dislike of D&D.

But -- Re-re-(re-)watching this show, I realized: Of the re-occurring characters Isaac is one of the most likely to be narratively positioned as a minor antagonist. What does this look like? Isaac is one of the most frequent re-occurring characters to 1) make a decision that 2) creates conflict that 3) characters must solve by the conclusion of the episode.

What this post is not: This is not a critique of Isaac's "camp" or "flamboyant" mannerisms, OR of how he is portrayed verbally in the show (e.g. gay jokes). That is a different essay. (Honestly, a bunch of his charm as a character comes from these elements, and Brandon Scott Jones, his actor, is queer himself and acts similarly-flamboyant when not playing Isaac (x), so I'm inclined to treat these as just aspects of the character -- like Captain Jack Harkness' hypersexuality -- that you take or leave, I suppose.)

I am also presuming that the show writes Isaac in good faith. This assumption is not a requirement for this post or argument, but, rather, shows my own hand as the analyst.

I am also not presuming that any of his actions are "out of character." It is the first 10 episodes of the first season of an American sitcom; at this point, it's character development. If it happened on-screen, it happened, and it counts.

I am not comparing this to BBC's Ghosts. That is a different show.

Since I'll be (re)watching the episodes anyways...

I will be comparing Isaac to other main characters for each episode to see: 1) who was the minor antagonist (if any re-occurring character)? 2) What "bad" things did Isaac do (vs. other characters; think of this as a Cinema Sins tally of Isaac, if you will)? 3) Did any other characters have worse (or comparable) behavior? 4) Who Spurred the "bad" behavior?

Results are below the cut.

Spoiler alert.

Pilot

Episode Conflicts: Sam v. Ghosts; Jay v. Carl (gas station attendant); Sam v. Jay

Rap Sheet:

- Isaac is the one who expounds upon the potential consiquences of a hotel, convincing Thor that the hotel is bad.

- Plans haunting (not counting this one -- self-defense & part of general Captain duties).

- Walks through Jay, which begins argument b/t Sam & Jay. (Note: Jay ignores the other two hauntings.)

Other characters --

- Alberta seems willing to drop Sam & Jay off a bridge with their feet encased in concrete.

- Trevor proposes haunting plan.

Summary: While Isaac coordinates the Haunting, Jay is the minor antagonist (reticent to create the hotel), and Trevor *accidently* kills Sam. Verdict: He's innocent, your honor.

Hello

Episode Conflicts: Sam v. her sanity; Ghosts v. Sam; Ghosts v. Jay; Hetty's beauty rest v. Flower; Isaac v. Hamilton (one-sided)

Rap Sheet:

+ Isaac opens up "diplomacy" as an option.

Other characters --

- Trevor again is the strategist, proposing the plan to annoy Sam to the negotiating table.

- Thorfinn is still violent in this one ("Chop their legs off! Hang them from trees!").

Summary: Conflicts are largely driven by Sam & Jay's belief that ghosts don't exist. Verdict: Isaac's still innocent in this one.

Viking Funeral

Episode Conflicts: Isaac v. Alberta; Isaac v. Alberta v. Creepy Dirk; Hetty v. Suffrage; Thorfinn v. shame of abandonment; Thor v. metaphysical reasons for remaining a ghost; Thorfinn's bones v. American Human Remains laws; Jay's consciousness v. financial pressures

Rap Sheet:

- Strategically belittles Alberta's qualifications to run against him.

- Isaac agrees with Hetty that women shouldn't vote, for strategic advantage.

- Isaac catalyzes the downstairs Cholera Ghosts to vote (to thwart Alberta).

Other Characters --

- Sam blatantly lies that the ghosts support her decision to refurbish the fountain. First major instance of Sam lying on the ghosts' behalf in the series. (Isaac: "Bravo! Bravo! Well done!")

- Alberta catalyzes Sam & Jay to get rid of the bones.

- Alberta decides to run against Isaac (Conflict: either +1 minor antagonist point to Alberta OR Alberta's the Hero against Isaac's Status Quo).

- Jay does the blatantly criminal act of unturing Thor's bones (with his permission).

Other Notes --

- Isaac's candidacy is positioned as The White Male (v. Alberta).

- Isaac's classism and pettiness are also in full force ("those dirty filthy ignorant commoners").

- Isaac's "dirty tricks" (his words) ultimately thwart himself (as Creepy Dirk takes the plurality vote). While he champions Democracy, he himself concedes to Alberta's moral superiority. Being thwarted by your own "dirty tricks" is the mark of a classic villain.

- Sam doesn't even acknowledge her lie or the problems it caused in this one. Points to Isaac for being the bigger person.

Summary: The gang gets up to a lot of shit in this one, and Isaac's "dirty tricks" are thwarted by female empowerment and his own tactics. While his actions are largely reactionary to Sam, there is a lesson to be had. But Sam, unlike Isaac, gets away with it. Sam also has no conceptualization of construction project management. Verdict: Alberta's Minor Antagonist.

Moral of the Story: Do ranked-choice voting.

Dinner Party

Episode Conflicts: Woodstones v. Farnsbys; Jay v. Sam (Jay's cookie lies); Jay v. Ghosts (spies); Hetty (& Thor & Alberta & Isaac) v. Trevor (& Flower & Pete)

Rap Sheet:

+ No violations here. Caught the carriagehouse zoning violation.

Other characters --

- Hetty forbids Trevor (& everyone not Thor, Alberta, or Isaac) from attending.

- Thor's doing most of Hetty's henching this episode.

- Pete, Flower, & Trevor incite a kerfuffle mid-party. While Alberta joins in, Isaac is notably absent in adding to the commotion.

Summary: The ensemble cast is showing. The Farnsby's are *evil*, and Hetty's got minor antagonist spot. Verdict: Isaac is the plot's +1; catalyst, not an antagonist.

Halloween

Episode Conflicts: Kids v. Woodstone Mansion; Kids v. Ghosts; Kids v. Sam & Jay; Thorfinn v. Gazebo; Ghosts v. Sam & Jay (avoiding revoking TV privileges).

Rap Sheet:

- Lies about setting fire to the gazebo.

- Ropes Thor, Hetty, and Sas into lying too. -- Framing innocent children. (Thank Someone for Alberta.)

- Attempts to beguile Pete over to "their side" (vs. "good" -- self-admitted), turning Pete's values against him.

- Proceeds to try to wheedle his way out of the punishment he incited.

Summary: This ghost gets busted. Verdict: Isaac's the secondary antagonist.

Pete's Wife

Episode Conflicts: Carol's lies v. Pete's feelings; Jay's sci-fi wisdom v. Sam's best intentions; Thor's callousness regarding solo-watching It's Getting Hot in Here v. Sas' feelings; Thor's inability to apologize v. Sas' feelings.

Rap Sheet:

+ Isaac doesn't have much to do in this one. He's a bit nit-picky about Pete's "so-called wife", but he tries to be a supportive friend about Carol/Jerry ("If it means anything, I would completely understand if Beatrice [his wife] ended up with my best mate, Edward.")

Summary: Isaac stayed out of trouble in this one. Verdict: +1 to trying to be a supportive friend.

Flower's Article

Episode Conflicts: Sam v. Flower; Flower v. shame of not living up to her own ideals; Sam v. Editor's choosiness; Flower v. Alberta's & Isaac's curiosity

Rap Sheet:

- "Sam, you must write this article."*

- Isaac tag-teams Alberta's interrogation.

- "What if you were to tell us your deep dark secret so we can steer Sam as far away from it as possible?"

- Begins giving excuses for his and Alberta's interest.

+ "I was never at the Boston Teaparty."

*Note. He and Alberta later say this was obviously bad advice. They were just bored. Jay proposes this first.

Other characters --

- Sam pitches Flower's bank robbery story despite Flower's adamant objection.

- Jay says Flower will never know if Sam goes through with it.

- Alberta decides she needs to find Flower's secret.

- Jay proposes the ghosts gathering information for Sam; Isaac expounds.

- Alberta begins interrogating Flower.

- Sam says Isaac & Alberta advised her to write the article. (pawns off responsibility; incomplete truth)

Summary: Isaac's drug into this mess by Jay, Sam, & Alberta. While he does initially say "Sam, you must write this article," Sam proposed the article and Jay encourages her into going for it. Isaac & Alberta later agree that they gave terrible advice. Isaac continues to clean up his messes. The true antagonist was inside you all along. Verdict: Isaac's henching again.

D&D

Episode Conflicts: Isaac v. Nigel (murder); Isaac v. Nigel (betrayal); Isaac v. Isaac's fear of rejection; Sam v. her fear of disapointing Jay; Jay v. Internet connection.

Rap Sheet:

- Forbids handwashing. Yes, he's trying to save fresh water. Yes, he does pay for it. Still. A public health nightmare.

- Literally shoots a man (it was an accident, but he designed a gun without a thought to gun safety, which is A Bad).

- Failed to tell said man for >250 years (this is just bad practice).

+ Note. I'm not counting the fight b/c that was in home defense.

- Dislikes D&D (Note. He, Sam, and Nigel are the only characters to dislike the game. This is, in my opinion, his greatest character flaw.)

Summary: This is Isaac's episode, so I'm dis-inclined to count this one. Still. Shoots his love interest and fails to mention it. Forbids handwashing. And Dislikes D&D. Verdict: -1 for the handwashing. -1000000000 for the D&D. The monster.

Alberta's Fan

Episode Conflicts: Todd v. propriety & boundries ("Todd, you creeping nut!"); Alberta's pride v. Isaac's pride; Thorfinn's desire for connection v. Hetty's propriety & memory problems; Jay v. Jay's squeamishness; Todd v. strychnine; Pete v. Progress

Rap Sheet:

- "Alberta? You're down here? I could've sworn I just saw you upstairs...Nope! That was merely your visage, on a 35-year-old man's back! My mistake!"*

( ...the very next scene... )

+ "I was just having fun. I apologize. I'm sorry." *comforts friend*

*Note. Isaac's the only character that antagonizes Alberta regarding Todd.

Other Characters --

- Todd. Just. Todd.

Summary: Isaac's a bit of a dick in this one. Verdict: not the antagonist. Just a dick. Who then apologizes. I'll call this one henching.

Possession

Episode Conflicts: Ghosts v. Hetty; Jay v. Hetty ("I'm literally being colonized from the inside-out!"); Davinport v. Woodstone residents; Hetty's obligations v. Hetty's desires; Hetty v. The Irish; Jay v. pigeons; Jay v. Electrician's tardiness

Rap Sheet:

+ "Isaac would know what to do!"

+ "We're happy to have you back."

Note. Isaac gets to be the episode's exposition expert for possession & Hetty's support.

Other characters --

- Hetty takes over Jay's body (& doesn't negotiate!)

- Hetty does ... everything.

- Flower drugs Davinport with ... herself.

- Sam lied to Hetty to get her upstairs for the exorcism.

Summary: Technically Davinport is the main antagonist (story ends when he's satisfied), and Hetty is the Hero (Cheeto dust), but Hetty is an incredibly effective secondary antagonist. Verdict: Isaac nearly solved this one. Thank Someone for Hetty driving through the barriers.

My Takeaway:

Stats

By Episode

Minor Antagonist: 2/10

Henchman: 2/10

Catalyst: 1/10

Hero: 1/10

Other: 4/10

In Pie Form:

Isaac is equally likely to be a bystander as instigate or exacerbate the show's conflict. He is twice as likely to exacerbate the show's conflict than solve it. He is equally likely to be a minor antagonist OR henchman as he is to be the solution.

By Character

Isaac: 2

Jay: 1

Hetty: 3

Flower: 1

Sam: 1

Alberta: 0

Pete: 0

Sasappis: 1

Thorfinn: 0

Trevor: 0

Other: 1

In Pie Form:

Note. Hetty is the most-likely to be a Secondary/Minor antagonist per episode. Isaac is second-most-likely.

*The former chart counts "D&D" as the Hero, and the latter counts Sam as the Minor Antagonist. (Though the primary conflicts are a) Isaac's cowardess, b) Nigel's anger.)

Hetty

Minor Antagonist: 4/11

Henchman: 1/11

Catalyst: 0/11

Hero: 1/11

Other: 5/11

Note. Hetty shares Secondary/Minor antagonist role with Isaac in "Viking Funeral" (obstacle for Alberta; hence "4" instead of "3"). "Possession" is counted twice -- once as Minor Antagonist, and once as Hero (Hetty removes herself from Jay and adds the secret ingredient of Cheeto dust).

Hetty's most likely to be doing nothing for the narrative, but still more than twice as likely to be exacerbating the conflict than solving it. If Alberta & Flower weren't in the narrative, this would be a real blow for feminism.

TL;DR:

As a Meatloaf song once said, Good ghosts go to Heaven / Bad ghosts go everywhere. Isaac is less a villain than an adherent to improv's yes, and rule.

While Hetty is more likely (by 1 episode) to be the secondary antagonist, Isaac is still twice as likely to exacerbate the conflict than to solve it, and equally likely to be the secondary antagonist than to help solve the conflict.

In regards to his lying -- The only episode where Isaac lies before Sam lies is "Halloween" (she lies to cover up Isaac's lies from the police); all other significant fibs followed Sam lying for her own benefit. And in all significant instances of Isaac lying, he faces consiquences. (unlike Sam)

Is this queer-coded villainy? You decide.

I would put Isaac's portrayal as queer engagement.

[bisluthq]

I know you’re in your Taylor Kinsey -10 era, but if she was a Kinsey 1, do you think Joe would still be okay with her kissing a woman? Or like, Jack wouldn’t mind if Saoirse kissed a woman, but would she if he kissed a man?

I think he wouldn’t mind if she kissed a hot girl in front of him even if she fancies girls because he’s like a millennial hetty man. If she came home and was like “I made out with X idk I am so sorry but I’m confused by these feelings” he’d probs be understanding but it would also probs herald like the beginning of the end lol like they’d break up.

I think similar vibes re Jack and Saoirse like she’d maybe find it fun(ny) if he kissed his friend Andrew or Iestyn at the pub but if he was like “so Andrew and I got talking and we kissed I’m so sorry” she’d also be like “I understand but also we need to think about a way forward.”

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x Reader - soulmate au! lost things

=

A soulmate. Something everyone had, whether they be on the Isle or in Auradon. You had watched your mom and dad hand things the other had lost back to each other, either be a pen or a full stack of papers.

Oh, did I forget to mention? Soulmates found whatever the other lost. So say one lost their phone? The other would find it moments later.

Sometimes appearing mid-air and dropping into your hands. Your mom had once lost her wedding ring when she was cooking, your dad decided to be all dorky and “propose” all over again.

It was one of your fondest memories of them, it always filled you with the hope that one day, maybe you and your soulmate would be that way.

Speaking of your soulmate.

A pair of headphones appeared out of the corner of your eye. You smiled and picked them up, examining them.

They were a dark red with black leather for the ear cushions, little silver and gold bits and bobs decorated the headband and outer shell of the speakers, a small cross bone skull painted on the left ear.

You knew for a while that your soulmate was and isle kid, from the state of the items he lost. Always run down or used, broken, worn down, and sometimes, things you had “lost” before that he had lost again.

Like this pair of headphones, it was a pair of headphones you had bought last month and “lost” them, and now soulmate had lost them again.

You tossed them onto your bed and continued to work, knowing you would soon forget about them and they would return to your soulmate.

=

Harry growled in frustration as he tore through his room for his headphones. “goddamnit!” he yelled, tossing up his pillows, hearing them thud on the ground behind him a moment later.

“where the hell are meh headphones!?!” Harriet rolled her eyes behind him, messing with the threads of her new shirt (mostly new, her soulmate had lost it recently)

“yeh dolt it's with yer soulmate, yeh will get it back soon jus’ wait” she muttered, sneering as Harry turned to her and stuck his tongue out.

“shut up Hettie” he jeered back, grabbing his discarded pillows and tossing them back on his bed.

Somehow throughout the years, his soulmate had lost a lot of of….comfortable things, like soft fluffy pillows, blankets, hoodies, and even a full bag of food!

Sometimes he thought his soulmate purposely lost things to give him stuff. It was one of the reasons he wasn’t starving to death or sleeping on a lump of stone for a mattress so he wouldn’t complain.

“harry” he looked at his sister, pressing his lips together and shrugging.

“what” he stressed, eyes drifting to where she was pointing.

There on his dresser was his headphones, though they weren’t there a moment ago “told ya”

Harry glared at her and snatched them off his dresser, tossing them around his neck and stomping out of his room.

=

“(y/n) I swear I can't find my new shirt! I just got it last week!” Audrey whined about her shirt, it was a non-expensive one but it was comfortable and breathable. You sighed through the phone.

“Audrey, if you can't find it, your soulmate has it, so just chill okay?”

She sighed “I know I know but that was a good shirt!”

“just buy another one?” you suggested, knowing she could easily do that.

“but that was-what the-oh” you heard something in the background and you sat up.

“new thing?”

“uh…yeah? It’s a ….bracelet?”

“whats it looks like?” you trapped your phone between your cheek and neck, continuing to work on your essay.

“silver, bunch of….piraty things on it? Is the best way to describe it I guess, and some red gems on it too”

“sounds cool” you laughed, setting your phone down and turning on speakerphone. “so hows you “vacation” going?”

“pretty good, I got my hair done”

“I saw, it looks dope” you complimented. Audrey hummed back.,

“I like it too, so anything new for you?”

“yeah, headphones, and a ring” you glanced at the red ruby ring on your desk, the teeth of the skull clamping around the jewel” “so you’re sure its an isle kid?”

“has to be, everything they lose is used, the only thing that was relatively new was stuff I lost”

“hmmm, well you know I really don’t like isle kids”

“correction, you don’t like Mal” you interrupted quickly, knowing she liked Evie to an extent and Carlos and Jay weren’t really on her radar.

“yeah yeah, but if they are an isle kid I won't be mean, if it's your soulmate it's your soulmate!”

“same for you Aud” you teased, her lost things were also very…isle like, but she constantly denied it.

“oh shut up”

You glanced at your clock and sighed “I gotta go, I have a thing to do”

“im guessing cotillion?” Audrey muttered.

“yeah, sorry Aud”

“its fine, its not your fault Ben was spelled”

“I know, but still” you murmured, saving your essay and closing your laptop “alright I really gotta go!”

“bye! Talk to you later kisses!” she made a kiss sound and hung up, leaving you to get to jane to help plan cotillion.

=

You jumped as Lonnie burst into your room, speaking quickly “bens on the isle kidnapped by pirates and I need your help to convince Jay and Carlos to let us help!”

You stayed silent as you processed her words before leaping out of bed and quickly getting dressed.

“let's go!” you grabbed your sword and ran out with Lonnie,  running around to the front.

“we’re coming with you guys” Lonnie stated, surprising  Jay and Carlos, the two boys laughed nervously.

“what? We don’t need swords at the…..waffle hut?” Carlos's smile dropped and he slowly turned his head to look at jay.

“really?”

“look its either you take us or….we’re gonna have to tell fairy godmother” jay and claros glanced at each other and sighed.

“alright, but (y/n) do you eve-“

You snorted and lifted up your arm, revealing the P tattoo you had gotten a couple of years back In honor of your uncle jack.

“There are some things I haven't told you guys” you laughed, pushing past them and heading to the limo.

=

Harry raised his brow as beasty boy kept glancing at his wrist “what are yeh lookin’ at beasty” he huffed, pointing his hook at him.

“…that bracelet looks very familiar for some reason” Ben muttered, squinting at the red and (f/c) beaded bracelet.

“so wha’ its meh soulmates” Harry rolled his eyes, turning around and strutting around the mainmast.

Bens eyes widened, that’s where he recognized it, it was (y/n)s! maybe-

“Finally!!!” ben was ripped from the mast, and pushed to the plank. “so lets get this started shall we!!” Ben looked to the group had arrived, relieved to see you among them.

No matter how pirate someone was, it was hard to beat the daughter of the king of pirates after all.

(y/n) turner.

=

You glanced around, some of these guys were hardly holding their swords correctly. You kept your sword behind your back since Mal had said to keep them hidden so Uma didn’t know anything was up.

Soon, mal passed the wand to uma, ben being handed back to her. As the pirates yelled in victory, you locked eyes with the tall red-coated boy, his bright ocean blue eyes sending a shock down your spine.

‘the hell’ you thought to your self, shaking your head, about to run back to the tunnel when uma screamed and broke the “wand”

“NO!” your eyes widened, watching as Uma drew her sword “YOU DO NOT GET TO WIN EVERY TIME!” Carlos dug out the smoke bombs and launched them at the pirates.

You sighed, drawing your sword and flipping it in your hand, cringing as mal fumbled to grip ber sword correctly.

“mal space your fingers and move your thumb to the right!”

You leaped down the deck, landing in a crouch next to mal. “you focus on ben, ill handle any that come” mal looked startled but obeyed, running up the deck to get to ben.

Uma locked eyes with you, pointing her sword at you “get her!”

You smirked, twisting around and dodging several pirates blades, heh, your baby cousin could fight better than these goons.

Uam huffed, deciding to deal with you herself. You smirked as she ran at you, easily blocking and parrying her attacks.

She was quite good, possibly taught by one of the OG pirates that lived on the isle, but still.

She couldn’t best you. You disarmed her and tripped her, wincing slightly as she hit the deck with a loud smack.

“who the hell-“ her eyes widened as she caught sight of your wrist. You smirked.

“honor among thieves young captain” you purred, embedding her cutlass beside her head. As you ran to head back to the tunnel, something appeared mid-air.

A silver hook.

…

…

…

Oddest fucking timing you got ain't cha soulmate??? You ignored it, strapping the hook to your belt loops and running, not seeing umas jaw drop as that entire event happened.

“holy shit” she muttered, jumping as Harry popped up behind her and growled.

“I lost meh hook!”

=

Later in the limo, Evie finally caught sight of the hook, her eyes widening “h-how did you get Harrys hook? You never fought with him??”

“Harry who?” you muttered confused, grabbing the hook from your waist and holding it up “wait was this Harry apart of the battle?”

“yes! He was uma first mate! The one with the red coat!” Evie stressed.

You were silent for a moment before facepalming “this popped out of the air just as we were leaving.”

“oh shit” the car sounded back, Harry Hook was your soulmate.

=

A year later, the hook still sat on your dresser, delicately placed in a display case, and polished every week.

You had been unable to forget about it, unable to send it back to harry. So you kept it, not being able to go to the isle and give it back personally.

Until one day.

You dove underwater, glaring back up at the surface as you saw Audrey disappear.

You were really glad you followed your gut and took the hook with you to Janes birthday party.

Breaching the surface you took heavy breathes, swimming to the edge and lifting yourself up onto the grotto.

“come on, we gotta warn the others!” you lifted jane out of the pool.

“you go do that, I have to get my stuff!” you took your bike back to the dorms, changing out of your wet party clothes and into your gear.

You slid your loose leather jacket up to just below your elbow, putting on your gloves and ring.

Black pants with reinforced knees, calf-length steel toe boots, and your sword, hook once more on your belt loop.

As you stepped out of the dorms, you locked eyes with the vks.

“hey” you yelled out, smirking as they all jumped. “where the hell have you all been??”

“uh, getting hades ember???” mal looked you up and down, raising her brows “why are you dressed like that?”

“because I can” you snorted, locking eyes with harry “hey, I think this is yours” unhooking the hook, tossing it to harry.

He fumbled to catch it, jaw-dropping as he realized what it was ���how-when did yeh get me…..oh…OH!” his cheeks turned pink, looking away from you and into his shoulder.

“yep, how’d you lose it in the first place?” you asked, watching as Harry glared at jay. “ah, gotcha” you snorted, following the group out as they had decided to go to the castle.

=

You smiled as the bridge began to build, your parents just behind you, hands on your shoulders. “you ready (y/n)” your mom asked, brushing a piece of cake off your cheek,

“yeah, and I think you guys will like him” you snickered. Your parents looked at each other, smiles on their faces.

“and why is that?”

“hes a pirate” you laughed, watching as Harry stepped over the bridge/Auradon border and locked eyes with you, a bright smile on his lips. He started to walk over to you.

“like mother like daughter” your dad laughed, grinning widely as you ran forward into Harry's arms.

“found yeh” Harry laughed, nuzzling his cheek into your hair, holding you tightly to his chest.

“I think our daughters in good hands” your mom hummed, intertwining hands with Will and walking over to greet harry.

you turned, smirking as you saw a black haired pirate girl hang Audrey recently lost necklace in front of her, Audrey cheeks Turing dark and she buried her face in her hands.

“wait Hetties soulmate is Audrey?....whoa” harry laughed, watching as his sister kissed the princesses forehead.

“i knew it” you chuckled, taking Harry arm and dragging him to meet your parents half way. “i never told you who my parents were right?”

“no?”

“yeah my moms Elizabeth Swan and my dads Will Turner.”

“WHAT?!”

---the end---

-this isn’t my best but I just had to get this idea out of my head, inspired by tik tok POVs with this au, might do a more in depth version of this--

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[judebarrett]

ok im like 7 years late on this BUT why is rhys x fiona like such a queer ship to me. like rhys x jack and rhys x sasha im like. ew. hettie. but those two im like…..this is delicious. it’s camp.

[the-fiction-witch]

Nurse Y/n

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Doctor Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Nurse Y/n Rating - Flirty Word Count - 1413

I finished up work with a patient on the ward and I noticed Captain Gains arrived at the door, I tried not to let panic rise to my face given Fagin was upstairs in my room counting out the score from our last venture. But I did my best to merely act normal as he came through with his usual sit, cane and chipper smile.

"Mr Dawkins," he said,

"Doctor Dawkins," I corrected, 

"A quiet word?" 

"Trouble with the prostate?" I joked,

"If you could be so kind doctor," He glared,

"Yes course," I nodded, 

He led me to the stock room where he sat his book and pen, "Do sit down, doctor."

I sat down trying not to look sheepish, and the more I did the more I wondered if it was actually possible. Silence sat between us for a moment and I felt as If I wanted to break it, "What uhh... what is this concerning?" 

He didn't answer at first taking the time to fully extend his tongue from his mouth and lick the tip of his pen before he began his notes. "Nothing to worry about Doctor Dawkins, just a formality during our investigation," 

"What investigation?" I asked, 

"I am sure you have heard about these... dreadful atrocities in port victory." 

I relaxed a little, "Yes, of course. Been the talk of the town," I nodded, "Wretched, horrendous, accidents." 

"Apparently not." he said, "After much investigation, we have determined these... atrocities were not accidents,"

"Not- not accidents?" 

"No, we have determined in our investigation... that these were not accidents,"

"Ohh goodness..." 

"And we have determined they are likely the work... of a serial killer."

"oh... I see..." I nodded, "What... does that have to do with... our conversation today?"

"It is very obvious the body's damage was caused by someone with... medical knowledge." 

"Are you implying-"

"I am not implying anything doctor Dawkins," he said, "Merely asking questions,"

"Yes.. of course,"

"You wouldn't happen to have noticed any medical equipment going missing of late?"

"No, no, nothing of note."

"I see... you and Doctor Sneed are our two residents? there isn't another doctor lingering about?"

"No, Myself, Doctor Sneed and Prof. That's all," I explained,

"I see," He made a note, "Have you noticed any other changes in staff?"

"Ohh uhhh a couple of nurses retired last month and we brought in replacements,"

"Well, nothing to worry about there then. Would you be able to tell me where you were on the evening of the 17th?"

"Here." I answered, "Caring for my patients," I lied even though I was defiantly not here, I think on the 17th I was either down the cat and bagpipes stealing Darius' watch or possibly across town stealing Mrs Asterlynn's diamond necklace, 

"Yes... and various nurses and patients could collaborate on that,"

"Uhhh..." I scrambled, "Unfortunately the patients from then have all passed on," 

"Pity, your nurses then?" he asked, "I'm sure one of your nurses would be able to confirm your presence that evening," 

"Hetty, my head nurse would yes." I nodded hoping to god he wouldn't call my bluff because she was currently mad at me and I got the feeling she was at the right level of throwing me under the carriage mad, 

"I see... you're head nurse," He chuckled, "any others know you were here?"

"...ughhh... Yes." I lied, "The uhhh the new nurse." I said, as it suddenly hit me that the new nurse who works down in the morgue with Tim, the little one, always has pigtails, she had a day off on the 17th so she wouldn't know I wasn't here, "yes, the new nurse, she was at my side helping me all night, I was showing her the hospital and such," 

"I see, you don't mind I ask her of course. For the records." 

"...No, no of course not," I lied, 

"Good take me to her then," He said as he got up, 

I nodded and led him down the corridor trying to think of what the hell I was gonna do, why did I say that, why didn't I have a plan, what nurse could stand me enough not to get me hung, I couldn't ask hetty she's mad, and I already called her my head nurse so he's met her before... I saw the new nurse, the one who had the day so coming up from the morgue in her usual nurse's dress, with her hair in sweet pigtail braids, well I hope to god she plays along. "Nurse," I spoke up as I don't know her name yet...

She stopped and seemed puzzled as to why I was talking to her, "Yes Doctor Dawkins?"   

"Captain Gaines just wanted a word with you," I said, "About the 17th, when we were working... on the ward... together... all night..." 

She looked at Captain Gaines and then at me for a second seeming confused, "I'm sorry the 17th?"

"Yes, you know nurse when you and I were working on the ward together all night, and I showed you around, we cared for patients, did some paperwork..." I lied giving her a rather pleading look almost begging her to play along, 

"Oh, yes the 17th. of course." She nodded and I relaxed, "Yes of course what did you wish to ask me about Captain?" 

"You can confirm Doctor Dawkins was here in the hospital that night?"

She glanced at me and we shared a look, "Yes I can,"

"Really?"

"Yes Captain I swear on my life," she said putting her hand to her chest, "Doctor Dawkins was ever so kind to me, I only just started and he took the time that evening to give me a tour and run me through some procedures. Letting me shadow him for the evening,"

"And he didn't leave your sight all evening?"

"No Captain, we worked on the patients together until dawn," She smiled, 

"Yes we did, yes... never left my sight did you?" I asked,

"No, absolutely not," She smiled,

"And would there be other nurses that could confirm this?" He asked,

Ohh shit- "Ughhh well..."

"Well unfortunately," she said, "Most of our lovely nurses had already taken to bed given such a busy day, the few who were still working, I am sorry Captain but we were so busy popping around the hospital we don't recall any names of nurses still awake and I doubt they would remember us was given how short a time we were in one place," 

"Right," he made his notes,

Hum... damn she's good, I glanced over at her and she gave me an innocent little smile, 

"I see, it's interesting who you two were working all evening, together, and yet not a single other nurse or patient can confirm such information," 

"Well, admittedly a lot of our work was... down in the morgue." I lied,

"Yes, down in the morgue popping up for other business of course," she smiled,

"So you were alone, in the morgue together?" he asked,

"Yes..." I nodded,

"And what work were you doing, exactly? For the records?"

"I believe that is our business Captain," she smiled her hands slipping around my arm, 

I looked down at her a little confused about what she was doing but as she laid her head on my shoulder it clicked... oohhh... she's going that angle with it... smart. Certainly explains us being alone together. 

"I see. Thank you. Any other questions I'll be sure to ask," He nodded folding up his notebook and heading away, 

As soon as he was gone I let out a sigh, "Thank you, nurse,"

"You're welcome," she smiled, "Figured you were in a spot of bother," 

"Yeah think I was for a second..." I sighed, 

"What did he want?"

"I think... he thinks I have something to do with the deaths in town,"

"I see... do you?"

"No! Of course not!" I protested, "I was just out doing... other business,"

"Understandable then," she nodded,

"What about you?"

"Humm?"

"You were gone then?"

"I was,"

"Do you... have anything to do with his?"

"Doctor Dawkins how are you insinuating such a thing," she faked protested, "No no, I had... other business too,"

"I see," I nodded, "You uhh you don't have to hold my arm anymore you know,"

"I know," she shrugged, "you're kinda comfy," 

"ohhh ughh thanks," I blushed a little, "you uhhh you're... kinda cute." 

"Thank you," she giggled, "Well if you need a cover story again, you know where to find me, Doctor Dawkins," she smiled as she tapped my arm and headed off down the hall,

"Ughh yeah, wait! Ughh what's your name again?"

"Y/n!" She yelled back before turning the corner, 

"Hu... Nurse Y/n," I smiled a little before I headed up to my room.