𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

AU: athlete!Jack Quinn x nerd!batbro!reader

Synopsis: when over hearing a couple of guys trying to jump a certain bat, he shows them a real bat.

Genre: oneshot

Info: this OC is an OC I’ve written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

Warning: possessiveness, violence + blood, yanderish ofc

Word count: 1,571

On a slightly cloudy day, the bell at Gotham Academy rang sharply, signaling students to get to class. In one particular stall, a Wayne and a Quinn were unmistakably present.

Jack kissed you hard, his lips crashing against yours. The glasses you wore were getting fogged up by how hot it was getting.

Jack broke the kiss, his lips lingering against your neck as his hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving a mark that was sure to bruise.

He didn’t care; it was just a sign that you belonged to him. As he glanced at your dazed expression, a low chuckle escaped him.

“Already lost in space?” he teased, his naturally hoarse voice pulling you back to reality. You shook your head, unwilling to speak, wary of what might spill out.

“Hm, looks like the bird doesn’t want to chat. That’s fine,” he said with a smirk, giving your lips a soft peck before locking his gaze onto yours. He squeezed your hips again, firm and possessive.

“Alright, nerd. Get to class.” With one hand, he swung open the stall door and nudged you out. You rolled your eyes while adjusting your uniform, unable to hide your irritation.

“Such a gentleman,” you shot back, sarcasm dripping from your voice. Jack leaned against the sink counter in the bathroom, rolling his eyes as he dismissed you with a wave.

“Whatever, sweetheart. Just consider yourself lucky I went easy on you this time.” A crooked smirk spread across his face as you shot him a pointed look.

“Fuck off,” you shot back, turning on your heel and leaving him alone in the bathroom. “Love you,” he called after you, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. He relished your frustration, savoring the taste of your lips lingering on his. But his smirk vanished as two of his teammates entered.

“Well, well, well, look who it is—the baseball captain,” Joseph said, flashing a smug grin. “Wilkins,” Jack replied flatly, his expression unchanged. He turned his attention to the other teammate, a guy with a bandage on his face and messy black hair. “Elijah.”

“So, how's it going with Daisy?” Elijah asked, glancing around the stalls, making sure they weren’t overheard. Jack raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood tall.

“Me and her broke up. On good terms,” Jack stated firmly. Wilkins let out a disbelieving hum, but he shrugged it off. “Damn, so you’ve been single for, what, four months? What happened to the guy who could get any girl he wanted?”

Jack pushed Wilkins back, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Back off,” he growled, his voice resonating with a deeper edge.

Wilkins stood there, visibly taken aback as he collided with Elijah. “Hey, take it easy!” Elijah exclaimed, trying to diffuse the tension. Wilkins collected himself, nodding in acknowledgment. “Seriously, man, are you and Daisy really on good terms? You seem a bit too fired up.” Wilkins shot back with a grin as he and Elijah exchanged a high-five.

Jack felt a wave of irritation wash over him, and he scrunched up his nose in disdain. With a deep sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tight. “What do you want?” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for nonsense.

The two boys looked at each other, “We’re planning on getting someone. A lil jumping session.” Jack scoffed, getting ready to leave.

“First of fucking all, why tell me. I don't fight anymore.” Jack starts to leave, opening the boy’s bathroom door.

“It's Y/N Al Ghul-Wayne!”

Jack paused, his eyes widening. The two boys smirked, “You wanna join us on the beating him up? He didn't apologize for bumping into us in the hallway. Little shit talked back so we’re gonna give him shit.” Elijah finished talking when Jack fully turned around.

Cold dark blue eyes stared at them before he gave a crooked smile.

“Sure. I’ll join you guys.”

♦︎

“Brother,” Damian states firmly, holding the silverware with a tense grip. “Your boyfriend is here.” You raise an eyebrow, giving him a fake skeptical look. Already preparing to lie.

“Boyfriend? I don't have a—” Jason held Jack by his black hoodie. Jason has a bloody nose and Jack has a shit-eating grin, showing his canines as he purrs for you.

“Hey, listen up.” Jason forcefully tosses the blonde-haired boy into the room. “Y/n, you and your rat have exactly five minutes to talk, and after that, he’s out. I need to see Alfred,” he states, locking eyes with Jack, who simply cackles in response. “Round 2? Someone's eager, old man.” Jason’s eye twitched in irritation before he exited the room, leaving you to sigh at the two of them.

Damian followed Jason, refusing to acknowledge the annoyance of your so-called “boyfriend.”

It was just you and Jack now, and he pressed himself against you, his breath mingling with the clean scent that surrounded you. “You took a shower,” he stated, clearly reveling in the way your body responded with each movement.

You had flicked his forehead, cursing in Arabic under your breath. “Stop being weird, beloved,” you said firmly despite the softness of your face.

Jack pressed his lips against yours, then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I can’t help it; I just have to admire my cute boy.” He purred, anticipation building as he prepared to join you in bed.

But just as he was getting comfortable, your foot made firm contact with his chest, leaving him momentarily breathless.

“Oof!” he hit the ground, but after a moment, he pushed himself up with a wide grin, his tousled blonde hair a testament to the impact. “You know, if I had known you were going to hit me, I would have made a point to let you win.” You rolled your eyes, removing your glasses and fixing him with a steady gaze.

“Spit it out, Quinn. Why are you here, you never come through the front door.” Jack’s face fell to match your seriousness.

“Of course babe. Okay, some guys are scheming to catch you off guard and try to jump you. But I ain't lettin' that happen.” Jack stood up, cracking his neck, and his signature crazed smile reached his face.

“I’ll deal with the guys,” he moves towards you, cupping your face. “and you just stay here, being your cute little self.” rolling your eyes despite melting at his touch, you nodded. Giving him a soft kiss on his lips, Jack almost broke the small kiss for a make-out sesh when Jason burst in with his gun.

“Alright! You wanna date my little brother and break my fuckin' nose!?” Jack jolts from you, “AW MAN! YOU RUINED THE MOMENT!” Jack then hops out of your window, not caring for the height as he knows how to break his fall. Jason rushed downstairs, “HE’S DEAD!” you could only sigh.

Laying down Titus walked into your room and hopped on your bed.

“At least you aren't that protective of me.” Titus barked before yawning with you.

♦︎

Elijah and Wilkins entered the alley, completely unaware of the dark eyes watching them intently. Jack’s deep blue eyes stood out sharply against the usual hue of his surroundings. With a ski mask pulled tight over his face, he was ready for this.

In his strong right hand, Jack gripped a bat, swinging it confidently over his shoulder. Perched on a fire escape, he had the perfect vantage point, having lured them to this very spot with a message claiming he had you cornered.

“Where the hell is he at?” Wilkins said, squinting his eyes around the alley. Elijah nodded, “Like dude, I know Jack is such a fuckin' weirdo. But jeez.”

Jack paused before descending, his voice low and deliberate. “So I’m weird now?” he said, his deep, rough tone prompting the two boys to pivot and face him. He tapped the bat against his black Nike Air Forces with a firm rhythm.

“Yknow. I never liked you both, never did. But hey, life is life.” Wilkins and Elijah stared at each other before starting to run, already knowing how batshit crazy the blonde boy can be.

Jack hummed a tune as he walked, “Run little piggies! Run!” he called out, his voice sending shivers through their body.

The moment the two boys thought they were safe, running into another alley. Jack grabbed Elijah around the corner with his hand showing his veins. Elijah let out a scream before he was out of view from Wilkins who stayed quiet.

Wilkins covers his mouth, scared to even speak.

There was a clear loud BANG of the metal bat hitting a skull. Wilkins heard no more noises, no screaming or footsteps. He stayed still until he looked down to see blood pooling below his feet.

He couldn't help but yelp, but that was a grave mistake as he turned around to see crazed blue eyes, and a bat swinging at him.

It was too late as the bat hit him on the side of his head. Cracking his head wide open.

“Gotcha! Two little piggies down.” Jack hummed, taking off his ski mask. His full black clothes, not showing any blood which he liked.

He hide the bodies, humming a tune, throwing away and burning the clothes he freshly bought along with the ski mask and gloves.

And now he is crawling back to you for your warmth.

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmonicabc @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240 @nightblanc

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆˙⟡ Synopsis: the times his quick relaxes came to life in the sack of love.

⋆˙⟡ Genre: fluff/oneshot

⋆˙⟡ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

⋆˙⟡ Word count: 1,380

There’s times when jack’s relfexes came to life, simply because of love. Or just because. He’s been trained harshly to be on his feet, always aware of surroundings. So of course he’s quick.

It was late at night, and you found yourself cuddled up at Jack's place. He held you close, his strong hands firmly gripping your hips, pulling you against his slightly tanned body.

Jack hummed contentedly, burying his head into your neck, savoring the sweet scent of your perfume that lingered in his mind. After a moment, he pulled back to get a good look at your calm face—you were already asleep, nestled in his shirt. A smile spread across his face.

“So adorable,” he murmured, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He could easily spend hours just watching you, and though it might sound a bit obsessive, he couldn’t help it.

Eventually, he shifted back, laying his head on his pillow, but exhaustion washed over him too quickly. He couldn’t shake the thought—why were you such a wild sleeper?

Suddenly, he felt you start to move, too much for comfort. He turned his head just in time to see you teetering on the edge of the bed. “Oh shit!” he whispered loudly as a rush of adrenaline shot through him. Just before you could fall, Jack swiftly grabbed the back of your shirt, his hand showcasing the definition in his forearm as he clenched the fabric tightly.

You were still completely out of it, snoring softly, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief, pulling you back to safety. He positioned you on top of him, wrapping his arms securely around you. He chuckled softly, bemused at how you remained blissfully unaware of your precarious position.

“Such a clumsy bird,” he said affectionately, kissing the top of your head. Instinctively, you snuggled closer to him, deepening his resolve—he’s never letting you go.

During the patrol, you navigate the rooftops using your grappling hook with purpose. In costume, you instinctively overlook a boy joker flicking cards between his fingers from a distance.

“And the cards just keep going,” he says in a low rasp, his voice vibrating against his throat like a frog. Without hesitation, he trails you from afar.

You stop atop an apartment complex, pulling out your binoculars to scan the streets. To your left, you're met with the painted face of the Joker. Not shocked by his presence, you maintain a stoic expression, locking eyes with him until he chuckles.

You attempt to kick him, but he catches your leg before it can hit him. “Easy on the kicking,” he says, letting you retract your leg. The boy joker smirks, taking your binoculars. “Hello puddin’, what brings you out here on this beautiful night?”

With the binoculars resting at his side, he tilts his head, displaying a Cheshire grin. “C'mon, crack me a smile, puddin’,” he urges.

“I want to know what you’re doing here, Jack,” you state firmly, cutting to the chase. Jack pouts, his dyed green hair swaying in his face as he runs his fingers through it.

“Jeez, can't a guy see his girlfriend once in a while?” He hands back the binoculars, but despite his playful tone, you sense something deeper. You take the binoculars from him, frowning as your stoic facade begins to slip.

“I’m sorry, Jack… It’s just—”

“Hey, it’s alright… I understand, baby,” he interrupts, moving closer, aware of the stress you’re under balancing your normal life with being a vigilante.

“Maybe you could let me help you with this,” he suggests, smoothly sliding behind you. You feel his glove brush against your suit as he lifts your hand, covering it with his.

“I don’t want to bother you,” you reply.

“You won’t bother me. You can’t annoy me, love.”

You begrudgingly admit how he manages to thaw your resolve. You hate it, yet you find yourself leaning into his warmth as he kisses your cheek.

“There you go, relax,” he whispers in your ear, his hands making small, soothing circles on your stomach. You chuckle, feeling a ticklish sensation that prompts him to grin wider.

“Haha, ticklish, isn’t it?” he teases.

You nod, pushing his face away from you. “Stop it. I still have a patrol to finish.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies, the smile refusing to leave his face.

“Guess I’ll see you another night?” he asks, squeezing your hand gently. You nod assertively, “Of course. I’ll see you another night, Jack.” The moment he releases your hand, you pull out your grappling hook.

The boy joker watches you launch off, his smile lingering as he walks away.

“She’s so adorable…”

On a relaxing spring afternoon, you stood confidently in a sundress that flowed beautifully in the wind and fit you perfectly. Jack, on the other hand, was in a black hoodie, baggy jeans, and sneakers. The contrast between your styles was striking. You both had shed your nightly alter-egos, but this outfit choice of his was pushing your limits.

You shot him a pointed look, arms crossed firmly across your chest. A nice white shirt would have sufficed, and you could have tolerated the baggy jeans. But a hoodie? That was crossing the line.

“Babe, it's not that serious,” he said, trailing close behind you as you strode purposefully through the streets of Gotham City. “I expected you to look somewhat presentable for our date,” he added, sensing your irritation and watching you speed up with determination.

“You need to choose your words better,” he replied while maintaining your pace. “I can't understand you and your formal words.” Jack quickened his step to walk beside you, his blonde hair ruffled by the wind as you approached the busy sidewalk.

With your arms still crossed and brows furrowed, you could feel Jack’s frown. He sighed, trying to lighten the mood. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry babe. I’ve got some cash in my wallet. I’ll get you anything your cute heart desires,” he said quickly, his Brooklyn accent more pronounced as he fumbled through his pockets.

Thank goodness, despite his unbearable mother, he has money to spare. While he rummaged for his wallet, he glanced up and noticed a guy staring at you. You appeared completely unaware, raising an eyebrow at Jack, confused about his sudden pause. Jack's expression darkened as he pushed aside thoughts of the money and stood tall next to you. “So, puddin`, how about you just grab my wallet and head to the café?”

You scrunched your face, giving him a skeptical look. “Why would I leave you?” Jack let out an exasperated groan, then pressed his lips against yours for a quick kiss, steering you into the bustling crowd as people flowed past.

“I need to use the bathroom, alright?!” he shouted, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. Without hesitation, you bolted away, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself because of his embarrassing outburst.

Jack muttered under his breath, “Never using that excuse again…” His gaze darkened as he observed the man from before tracking your movements. Determined, Jack took a different route, swiftly navigating through a shortcut. Thankfully, his mother had trained him well in maneuvering through tight spaces. He glided through the alleyways, spotting the guy lingering at a distance.

Smirking with a dark expression, he ran at the man, superkicking the male before backflipping away. The man fell to the ground, dazed before Jack couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing the male by his legs.

“Should've kept your eyes to yourself. Ladies don't like a creep man.” he stares down the man like a worm, ready to execute the man, he hears your voice.

“Jacklyn Oswald Quinn.” Your voice was firm as you stepped into the alley, hand on your hip, eyes fixed on Jack, who stood there looking defeated. “I could’ve managed him myself. You should’ve just told me what was the problem.”

You strode toward Jack, who let out a quiet whine. “But baby…” he began, his raspy voice lingering in the silence of the alley, the only other presence being the unconscious man on the ground.

“No.” Jack sighs as you grabbed his hand, he’s such a sucker for you. “No fighting, no killing, no nothing. You have to keep your sanity leveled.” you scolded him, dragging him to the cafe.

“Yes ma’am…”

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmonicabc @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Synopsis: during the latest nights, come the terrors of dreams. Only the warmth of love can heal his wounds.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Genre: reverse comfort/angst to lime(?) idk I just felt like writing something like this

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. THIS IS THEM AS OLDER VERISONS

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Word count: 899

Blood spilled all over his hand, body shaken as he looked over your body. Gasping for breath, he drops to your body, “Babe.” his voice comes out dry and more raspy than ever. He turns over your body to see those lifeless eyes.

The eyes he never would want to see. He felt himself get punched in the gut, feeling the air get more out of him.

“Wake up… wake up please..” his voice was weak and cracking. He pulls you to him, not caring for the blood soaking himself.

“Please… I can't live without you.” he finally breaks down when no words, no pulse comes out of you.

Slow claps are heard, and Jack looks up to see his father. Joker laughs maniacally, walking over as Jack shakes with anger now.

“What did you do? What did you do to him!?” Jack gets up, his eyes dilated with rage, moving over to the man that he never cared to get along with.

“Me?” joker says placing a flat hand against his chest before a crazed grin appears on his face.

“But sonny boy, it was all you that did this. I mean, look at your hands.” Jack, still breathing heavily looks at his hands to see a knife in it. Eyes widening, he drops it as quickly as his eyes widen.

“You killed him, Jacklyn, you killed your boyfriend. The big bad bat’s son.”

Joker is magically behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re just like me. You’re my son, Jackie.” joker moved from him with a slick grin.

“I'm not like you, you fucking bastard.” Jack cursed under his breath to not see Joker there anymore. “Face me like a man!” Jack spread his arm out, ready to face Joker as he looked around.

Just then, a tight hand grabbed his throat, squeezing it hard. Joker has started to choke him out, Jack clawed at the tight hold on his neck.

“Remember the first time? It was as if it was yesterday!” joker exclaimed, starting to laugh his ironic laugh.

Jack spits at Joker’s face, and the smile on Joker’s face fades. “You. Ungrateful brat!”

Joker slams Jack down, not giving Jack a chance to get up, he is soon kicked in the ribs.

Jack groaned, turning his head up to meet a gun facing him. “I hate to do this.” he paused before smiling. “Actually I won't.” a scowl is written on his face as Jack looks towards your body. Jack goes to crawl towards it despite anything, his adrenaline spiking up.

He heard the gun cock, and that's when everything went dark.

♢

Jack sits up abruptly, gasping for air. He quickly gathers himself, his body glistening with sweat. He grips his neck, a steely expression etched on his face. “Fucking bastard,” he growls, his raspy voice cutting through the silence.

He glances to his side, where your usual presence in the bed is disturbingly absent. His eyes widen as he throws off the sheets and springs to his feet, racing downstairs of the condo.

“Y/n!” he calls out, the name unfamiliar but urgent on his lips. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he scans the kitchen and spots a figure that resembles you. His eyes narrow with focus, and he strides toward it.

He grabbed a knife and pulled the figure close to his body, eyes serious as his blue eyes went dark. Pressing the knife against their neck, he was suddenly flipped onto his back. That seemed to snap him out of it as you glared at him.

You were wearing an oversized shirt and boxers, your head messy. You grabbed and put the knife up, letting the male stay on the floor

“What’s up with you?” you asked firmly, Jack's chest rising. “Babe, is that you?” Jack says slowly, standing up from the cold tile floor.

“Yes? Who else would—” Being interrupted, Jack kisses your lips long, passionate, and desperate. He pushes you against the counter, your eyes were wide before they closed. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you effortlessly up onto the said counter.

“That's all I need to hear.” his voice is low, and he kisses your neck, from under your chin to your collarbone. He stood clear in between your legs, he paused what he was doing, looking at you with soft eyes. With unkempt blonde hair and soft blue eyes, he looked like he finally was at peace with you.

“What… did you have a bad dream?” you questioned him when he tried to kiss you again. You pushed his head, making him whine as he pushed your hand from his face. He grabbed the hand, kissing the open palm of it.

“Doesn't matter, what matters is I need you,” Jack said, grabbing you from the counter as you shouted with concern. You were over his shoulder, limp as you kicked your feet back and forth.

“What?! It's 3 am! Jack! Jack! Jacklyn Oswald Quinn! You put me down this instance!” hitting his back, Jack could only purr his words.

“Doesn't matter. I got time for you anyways.” Jack said lastly as he laid you down on the bed. His body towering over you, you whimpered when he started to get on top. Kissing your lips, he covered your eyes, letting you only feel as he sucks on your neck.

“Just let me have this moment.”

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmonicabc @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240

i need them both 💕

Immaculate fanfic potential.

The coach's kid who only wants to be good enough to hit the ball x the all star player who the coach adores.

Get on this people.

"a warm and courageous heart... the perfect host. accept this gift from ena the curator."

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•( Jack x Fem!Reader )•

(This movie is fantastic highly recommend) there isn’t enough fanfics out there for this. I didn’t change the song Acacia and Jack sung it’s the same

She doesn’t have bad eyesight... also I’m doing the book ending instead of the movie ending

All I See Are Stars

Jack was never meant to fall in love that was the rule, if he didn’t want his own cuckoo clock heart to implode on him. Dealing with new feelings the new feeling love; something he’s never felt before.

The feeling of warmth and also possibly the sense of the unknown. Love was confusing yet endearing. But she’s worth it the way her eyes sparkle in the sunlight, her voice that’s like a nightingale, and the smile oh the smile. The hands of his heart moving fast in a clockwise motion. Both the beating of his mechanical device that covered his real heart. Madeleine should’ve expected he’d fall in love.

‘My visions not quite right by glasses make me look a sight.’

‘Enough to give the world a fright like a sprite wearing specs’

‘Oh, fiery little sprite.Conflagration in the night. don't play games with your sights.’

‘If it leaves you in the dark.’

‘I prefer life all a blur. I forget to wear my glasses. When I sing and share caresses. It feels good to close my eyes’

(Y/n) grinned a slight blush spreading across her cheek as she looked at the boy, her heart skipping every beat as they sang.

‘Oh, my pretty arsonist. Let me clasp you close to me.Rip your clothes with my teeth, And tear them into confetti.’

He sang looking at her she giggled softly. ‘To scatter as we kiss..’

‘Confetti?’ She asked curiously.

‘On you and me.’

He sang she looked around while spinning the handle of the barrel organ. Time around then seemed to freeze as the area around them turned into something right out of a story book.

‘All I see are stars.’

She sang spinning around her hands clasped to her heart. She could feel it pounding against her chest. This boy she didn’t even know his name yet, she felt safe in his presence. The butterflies in her stomach made her want to run away. Jack’s heart began to smoke the mechanical gears grinding against each other, as he began to fall in love with a girl he just met.

She’d never forget that day how he made her feel so happy. More happy than she’s ever been before in her entire life. That moment that very moment they met. It changed everything that day in Edinburgh. That magical day they’d never forget. Bumping into each other despite her eyesight being well. It was quite funny.

He eventually fell to the ground unconscious. She was about to call out for help when Madeleine came running towards him worried, “What’d you do to him?” Madeleine exclaimed. Looking at the girl who backed away and ran.

(Ten Years Later)

Poor Jack being tormented for four years straight by Joe; and the other students in his school. Just because he mentioned her name and turns out she’s his sister. A huge shock cause he couldn’t think of how someone so perfect, could be related to someone like him. No wonder she ran away from him.

(Y/n) sighed looked down at the post card, sending it to her brother Joe. After talking to Acacia deciding to give him another chance; and he never came and they just stacked up for him. Eventually, on of those postcards became a cause of the fight between Jack and Joe. One that would change Jack’s life forever forcing him to leave Edinburgh. Meeting George Méliès after escaping Jack the Ripper on the train, and then arriving in Andalusia

To find her one stage at the circus singing, La Malagueña. He couldn’t help but stare at her in awe finally after all theses years he’s seeing her again. Traveling across the world to see her, a true Don Quixote. He felt like he was floating in air as if he’s on another world seeing her again.

That moment she saw him in the audience she felt butterflies in her stomach. He looked so familiar. Making her way towards the trailer she was staying in. Fixing the clips in her hair while walking towards the vanity. Jack hid behind the mannequin she gasped noticing him in the mirror.

“Who are you what’re you doing here?!” She exclaimed. Looking towards him he looked around nervously, “U-Um,” he stammered. She clapped her hands, “Hello?” She exclaimed.

“O-Oh, I came here to give you something.” He said. Moving from behind the mannequin, she looked at him curiously. “Oh, and what might that be?” She asked curiously. He walked towards her holding a bouquet of flowers, “I came to give you a bouquet of flowers.” He said.

Handing them to her and she looked down at the flowers, “(Favorite Flowers)?! How’s you know?” She asked. He shrugged his shoulders smiling at her, “Lucky guess.” He said.

She giggled looking at him staring into his eyes, “Strange I feel like we’ve met before.” She muttered. Looking out side towards the circus they stood their for a few moments, “You must be new around here,” she said, looking at him.

“O-Oh, a yes. I actually work on the Ghost Train I’m the new frightener.” He stammered. She chuckled leaning against the wooden frame of the trailer, “Oh, then can I see you again?” She asked.

“Where?” He asked. She giggled once more at his adorableness, “You know on the Ghost Train around 4.” She said, and Jack backed away nodding excitedly.

“Yes! Yes! See you then”. He exclaimed. Running back towards the Ghost Train to get his job. (Y/n) walked back inside her trailer placing the flowers into a vase, while humming All I see Are Stars. There was something about him that seemed so familiar, whenever she was around him she felt butterflies in her stomach. And that familiar warmth and feeling of security.

Ever since that day in Edinburgh four years ago she wanted to see him again. She regretted leaving without trying to find out who he was but she couldn’t stay in that household anymore. Leaving and finally coming Andalusia where she’s been for the past four years.

But yet still theses movements she’s been spending with Jack, the boy she’s yet to know whom was the bag from Edinburgh were nothing but magical yet familiar. It wasn’t until he he invited her to cinema after watching the Romeo and Juliet by Méliès.

That she realized Jack was the boy from Edinburgh. That moment religion made he shed a tear and faint when he handed her the torn piece of her school uniform. He carried her back to her trailer placing her on her bed.

She opened her eyes and noticed that he was trying to kiss her, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” She asked, and he backed away scratching the back of his neck.

“I was practicing kissing you whole you’re in your sleep.” He said, nervously. She sighed sitting up and opening the palm of her hand, staring at the torn piece of fabric.

“If you really are the boy of my dreams from Edinburgh. Why did you wait all this time to say that you are?” She asked.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t remember me.” He said.

“I can’t make sense of it all. That day was the happiest day of my life. The most happiest I’ve ever been in a long time.” She said, holding the fabric close to her chest.

“Why’s that?” He asked, she sighed looking at him. Sitting up a bit more.

“My life in Edinburgh wasn’t exactly ideal. My house wasn’t good in fact it was a nightmare. I have an older brother his name is Joe.” She said, just as she said that his heart made that all to familiar cuckoo clock sound.

“He wasn’t the best brother. He was a bully to kids in our school. Bullied anyone who even spoke the name Acacia except well me but still. At home he was controlling, don’t do this, don’t do that.” She said, shaking her head.

“That one day I met you I snuck out. And that was the happiest day of my life. I don’t regret that day.” She said, smiling looking at him.

“Eventually, that day I left running away. Soon running into Acacia and we both ended up here.” She said. Jack placed his hand on her shoulder she smiled, looking at him.

She patted the spot next to her on the bed. He sat next to her turning towards her he held the key to his heart, “This is the key that winds me up.” He said, taking her hand and placing it into her palm.

“Without it I’d clonk out for good. He says. “Here wind me up do whatever you want,” He says. She looks at it curiously then leans in puts it in the keyhole, “If it hurts tell me,” she said.

She looked at him curiously seeing as he moves his arms, “Does that always happen?” She asked, curiously. He chuckled, “it’s perfectly normal.” He says.

“It’s just I’ve been in love with you for so long, trust me it’s fine.” He says, and she blushes softly. She turns the key and opens his clock looking at the gears.

‘You are the key, that opens me totally. My heart's yours to explore.’

‘From the inside, you can pull on my strings, try to make me weep.’

‘Your tongue, it shimmers like a prize.Gazing into your eyes, I find you make me complete.’

‘My Lady Key. My Lady Key!’

‘I know where to press to make you laugh, or burst ablaze!’

‘I'll scatter butterflies wherever you lie. To watch all your senses take to the skies...’

‘Fly, fly, and pop go your pretty high heels! Let's stop time so it lasts a while blue yonder.’

They slowly lean in for a kiss but is interrupted by the lady from the Ghost Train. (Y/n) sighed at the ruined moment, but giggled after the woman left. “Here I really should be going,” She said, handing him back the key to his heart.

He placed his hand over hers, “No, you keep it.” He says. She shakes her head, “Don’t be silly. It’s the key to your heat Jack it’s yours.” She exclaimed.

“No, from now on it’s yours.” He says.

“Let’s run away.” He exclaimed. She gasped her heart pounding against her chest, “Im sorry what?!” She asked in shock.

“After your show we’ll make the whole oyster our world.” He said. She smiled and giggled, “Make the world our oyster you mean.” She said.

“That’s exactly what I meant.” He said.

“Where would we go?” She asked.

“I have no idea yet,” he said. Reaching out for her hand and taking it, “Please say you will.” He asks, she looks to the side thinking.

“Yes,” she said.

(Y/n) was on stage with Acacia singing Quijote. Acacia was happy for her friend who’d finally found the boy she’s been dreaming of for the past four years. Sadly Joe decided to finally come and visit his sister and Acacia. Mostly here for Acacia and once his carriage arrived at Andalusia just as their singing came to a close.

As (Y/n) noticed Jack in the crowd and winked at him. But doesn’t notice her brother arrive. Once the song was over she bowed before turning towards her trailer packing a few things, and shoving them into a suitcase. And preparing to leave, there was a knock. “Oh, Jack but your early your running fast.” She said, walking towards the door.

To only notice it was her brother, “Joe,” She mouthed, in shock. Nothing prepared her for this moment. “Whatever brings you here?” She asked, looking at him.

“Oh well I always wanted to see Andalusia one day.” He says, and she turns around and walks towards the luggage. He walked inside her trailer, “And seeing I’ve kept all the postcard you’ve sent me I thought it was time I paid a visit to my sister.” He said, and she looked down trying to push her suitcase shut.

“Your packing up here?” He asked.

“Yes I’ve been reunited with the boy I’ve loved when I was little. We leave after the show.” She says.

“It feels like it’s right out of a dream.” She says.

“You know the sound of a clock makes me sick. It’s haunted my dreams ever since and now I’ve been reunited with my childhood enemy.” He says, closing the suitcase for her. She doesn’t listen to him in her own little world.

“You know that dopey little Jack with that sparrow. You wouldn’t believe he’s dangerous. It’s not what you call normal.” He says. She stares at him her arms folded firmly across her chest, “His so called heart is a time bomb is a waiting to explode!” He said to her and she rolled her eyes.

“Jack isn’t dangerous you tormented him and bullied him. What happened could’ve been an accident.” She said,

“It was no accident.” He exclaimed.

“Jack could never harm fly.” She said.

“Yes except if he falls to abide by these three rules.” He says, to her and she sits down on her vanity.

Jack ran towards her trailer, “Your happy making me a murderess?!” She shouted. Hands on her hips as she looked at him.

“What are you talking about?” Jack asked. “Joe’s told me about the three rules everything.” She says, looking at him.

“Joe?” He said in shock.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” She says, looking at him.

“Joe’s here?” He exclaimed.

“I won’t forgive myself if you died,” she said, sadly.

“I just found you again and I can’t lose you again, I could kill you. That’s not my idea of love it’s selfish.” She says.

“That’s not my idea at all.” He says, to her.

“You didn’t poke his eye out perhaps. I understand he bullied you and tormented you but that doesn’t give you a right to hurt him.” She says.

“Yes, but it was an accident. I-I prefer if it never came to that. But he’s failed to mention the things he’s but me through for so many years.” He exclaimed.

“That still doesn’t give you a reason to poke his eye out,” she argued back.

“No obviously not.” He says.

After the constant back and forth bickering she had enough, she couldn’t lose him again. Even if it meant she couldn’t see him again. “Jack I’m sorry but I can’t. If being with you mean you’ll die I can’t.” She says, looking down.

“I can’t lost you again,” She says, wiping away the tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry.” She muttered. Jack stood there completely heartbroken in shock as rain fell from the sky.

“Ever since that day I met you I’ve never stop searching. Yes my love is all topsy turvy bits it’s true love.” He says, looking down.

“I know the things I’ve done are crazy but.” He says, “Yes so the things ou’ve done are rather crazy so count me out.” She says.

“I know I’m doing everything all wrong it makes me feel sick.” He says.

“I’d rather you sick thank dead.” She says. “Please leave me alone,” she says sadly.

She left with Joe and Acacia going back on the way back to Edinburgh. Leaving Jack there heartbroken standing in the middle of the street as the rain feel watching as the carriage drove away. He was sick and tired of this heart and it’s limitations ruining everything for him, so he firmly grasped it and ripped it off his chest. Well some pieces the clock and the hand and gears fell to the ground. His heart was too badly damaged and had to return to Madeleine.

But........

She was dead having died in prison after she was arrested. (Y/n) looked down at her hand and realized she had Jack’s key the key to his heart. The carriage broke down a broken wheel, “I have to go I have the key to Jack’s heart!” She shouted, running back to Andalusia to find Jack.

Running through the dirt in high heels. Once arriving she was met with heartbreaking news he wasn’t there Méliès having sent him back already to Edinburgh. Everything fell apart from there as she raced towards the train to reach him but missing it. And taking another.

After hours finally arriving back in Edinburgh after years taking a carriage to the foot of the mountain. Of Madeleine’s old house. It was snowing a fresh blanket of snow blanketed the ground. She ran up the mountain to Jack seeing sitting by a grave in front of a tree, “Jack I’m here! I’m here!” She exclaimed .

Seeing him broke her heart. His body almost frozen. She placed her hand on his cheek reaching into her pocket to grab the key and was about to wind up his heart, “No,” he said, weakly. And she looked at him, “Please Jack, let me do this.” She said, and he shook his head as she pushed it further.

“Thanks,” He said, taking it from her hand and throwing it over the side of the mountain it disappearing. He smiled at her weakly, “Jack why?” She cried, tears brimming her eyes as she looked at him.

“You came all the way back to me,” He said, weakly and she placed her hand on his cheek. “Of course I did.” She whispered.

He looked at her, “From now on what happens to me I only have myself to blame.” He says, as Frost covers his hair. “Now you can kiss me,” He says.

She whimpered shuddering from both the cold. And her heartbreaking as she knowing this would be their last moment together, as she cried her tears turned into ice. She couldn’t move frozen in place but gasped when she felt Jack’s hand on her cheek, and then his lips against hers she didn’t wanna let go. Wanting time to freeze so she didn’t have to lose him. Their lips moved in synch, placing her hand on his cheek. As the snow fell around them.

Eventually, she pulled back her lip quivering as she stared at his unconscious body. “Oh, Jack.” She muttered. As she cried into his chest her tears turning into ice as she did.

“Why mustn’t we hav a happy ending,” She exclaimed. Sobbing into his chest. If only she knew that in his chest a new heart was growing one that wasn’t attached to the cuckoo-clock. But a new heart entirely. She sniffled looking at him before backing away she told Anna and Luna about Jack. But left after having it be too painful as she’s still grieving from the loss of the love of her life.

She returned to Andalusia singing and made a grave for Jack beside the tree. She slowly get surely moved on but not to other people, oh no Jack was the only one she ever loved and would ever love. And didn’t seek any other relationships after that. But it wasn’t until three years later a man who looked just like him appeared, and the butterflies in her stomach returned.

“Jack?”

He smiled holding out the box in his hands, revealing the cuckoo clock. She smiled jumping into his arms and tackling him to the ground. “I love you,” She whispered.

“I love you too,” He said. As the two share a passionate kiss, as they finally got the happy ending they deserved.

(So I know in the book it doesn’t end happy it actually ends with Acacia and Jack not ending p together at all but I wanted to have a happy ending)

Longest fix I’ve ever written

I just finished squid game and I'm genuinely so pissed off.

WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY END IT LIKE THAT AFTER WE WAITED FOR 4 YEARS1?1?1?1

Spoilers below

I have yet to see S7 of the dragon prince bc I'm way too anxious of the ending. WHAT IF THEY FUCK IT UP, WHAT IF I SEE SOMETHING I DONT WANNA SEE.

yk what maybe I should watch a video so it can spoil the ending for me

bruh i was looking at the reddit post that the director of the canceled treasure planet 2 movie made, like a q&a. someone brought up a character named "molly" and i was like who is that?? WHEN I TELL U I LOOK HER UP IN THE TREASURE PLANET WIKI AND I SEE THIS

SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JOHNS LOVE INTEREST THAT HE WRONGED IN HIS PAST

i was SCREAMING

u dont know how freaking fast i texted @forkloverr