#jackven

[emixion]

having the same blog for so long is genuinely so wild bc like i’ll be going through old posts from when i was a kid and i’ll see something like this-

-from like a decade ago AND IT’S LIKE. WHO’S GONNA TELL HER?

[nixotinix]

Drawing some of my favourite Monster High ships part one!

This one is technically only *half* monster high ship- it's a rarepair I was introduced to via my friend and gam gam @emixion , so props to her! The ship itself issssss..

Jackson Jekyll x Raven Queen! It's like Raven x Dexter, but not bad (imo). And since em talks about it quite a lot, I wanted to draw a little something something for her ;)) anyways, enjoy the art!

[adashulaz]

The first chapter of one of my fics because I'm having writers block

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53912008/chapters/136460626 - the link for the fic

She looked over the book. The page where the ladybug and black cat miraculous combine. She looked at the small creature floating before her. “This combination can grant me a wish?” She rested a hand against the page. The small creature only nodded. “Any wish you want.” The small creature was curled up slightly. She only offered a small smile.

“No need to be scared, my wish won't harm anyone.” She closed the book. “Now tell me more about your powers.” The small creature only nodded.

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The Guardian was sitting before the miracle box. The markings were glowing. He knew what that meant. A miraculous was being used for evil purposes. He put a hand on the glowing marks. The butterfly miraculous was in the hands of someone full of negative energy. He removed his hand and opened the box. Small drawers opened on the side while the top had small sections for different jewels. Two sections were empty, the peacock and butterfly miraculi were both missing.

He looked over every single one of the jewels. His eyes landed on a pair of earrings and a ring. He stared at the jewels for a moment. They were the strongest miraculous in the box. Together they could make a wish that could change the course of the world. The small god-like creatures that were bonded to these jewels were there since the creation of the entire universe, their siblings joining soon after.

If those jewels were put into the wrong hands then everyone would be in danger. Still they could be the only hope of fighting against the villain. The butterfly miraculous could create heroes or villains based on a person's emotions and the holder's motives. So he grabbed them before standing. He closed the box and walked to the door of his shop. Hopefully the battle will be quick and easy.

When he left the shop, two of the small drawers in the miracle box started to glow. A deep red and a light gray. Then the two miraculi left their drawers and left the shop. Flying through the air, finding their new holders. If Tikki and Plagg can have new holders then so can they.

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It was the start of the new school year. The school was merging with another school. He couldn't remember the name of it as he ate breakfast. Once he was done, he went back to his room to get dressed into proper clothes and got ready for the day. He looked at the clock and froze for a moment. He had ten minutes before classes would start. He grabbed his bag and rushed back downstairs.

He couldn't see his parents anywhere, he assumed they must be in the restaurant. He rushed down the steps to the restaurant. He saw his parents in the kitchen. “Bye mom.” He quickly kissed her cheek. “Bye dad.” He did the same thing to his father. Then he rushed out of the door.

He only slowed down when he reached the curb. The sidewalk meter was red so he watched as the cars drove by. That's when he saw an elderly man crossing the street, he stared in confusion for a moment before he saw a car coming. The old man was going to get hit. He glanced around for a moment, no one else seemed to notice what was going on. He looked back at the old man and the car.

He bit his bottom lip before rushing to the old man and dragging him to the curb. The car drove by without any issues and the sidewalk meter turned to green. “Are you ok?” He looked at the old man in concern. The old man only gave a gentle smile. “I am alright young man, I guess my eyesight isn't as good as it used to be.” The old man gave a soft chuckle.

Hopper only smiled at that. “I guess well bye, I have to get to school.” Hopper rushed off to the school which luckily was close by. The old man only watched him, a smile on his face. He found the perfect ladybug miraculous holder.

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Holt walked up the steps to the school, his brother told him that he'd cover for him. Which didn't last long because he could hear a car pull up. He looked at the car, his mothers assistant exited the car. “Holt, please come back. Your mother never gave you permission to go here.” The man's voice was full of concern. Holt only frowned at those words.

He rolled his eyes and turned around, his back to the assistant. That's when he saw an old man on the ground, reaching for his cane. Holt stared at the old man. If he helps the man then he loses his chance to go school. If he doesn't help the man then he'll feel like a shitty person. He looked at the doors of the school before turning around and rushing to the man. He grabbed the cane and helped the man up before giving him the cane. “Here you go sir.” Holt patted the man's shoulder. The man only gave a small smile. “Thank you young man.”

Holt only nodded before turning around. His mother's assistant stood near the stairs. He walked towards the man and got into the car with him. The old man watched as the car left, a smile on his face. He found the perfect cat miraculous holder.

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Raven sat in the school library. Her school was now merged with their rival school. She didn't understand why but she was assuming it was to help with the budget. She only sighed as she looked over the book in front of her. She kept losing focus whenever she tried reading. She closed the book and leaned back in the chair. That's when she heard something hit the leg of her chair. She looked down and saw a small choker.

“Raven! Where are you!” Maddie's voice echoed throughout the library. She stared at the choker for a moment before grabbing it and shoving it into her bag. She can also put in the lost and found later. She got up from her seat and walked to the entrance of the library. “I'm right here.” She gave her friend a smile. Maddie only grinned and grabbed her wrist, dragging her out of the library.

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Jackson was laying in his bed. He had a pair of headphones with his eyes closed. He had a massive headache so Holt gave him a pair of headphones to block out all of the noises in their house. Including the small creature Holt now had, sadly he doubted anything would cover the smell of the cheese the creature ate. So Jackson pulled his blanket over himself. It helped dull the smell. He got himself comfortable and relaxed.

That's when he felt something hit the back of his head. He groaned, he was close to falling asleep. He stuck an arm out from under the blanket and grabbed the object. That's when confusion hit him, it was a necklace. He doesn't wear necklaces and Holt doesn't share his jewelry. Jackson pulled the necklace under the blanket with him and stared at it for a moment. Without his glasses he couldn't make out much besides the fact that the string was pink and the jewel was gray.

He decided to shove it under his pillow and got comfortable once more. He could ask Holt about when he wakes up from his nap. Maybe it's an apology for forcing him to deal with two annoying things at once.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

OC Ship Game: Jackson and Steven?

Thanks so much for this, Charlie!! Also gonna tag my other Descendants moots @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginger-grimm, and @ginevrastilinski-ocs!! <3 <3

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were room mates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing world views | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have a kid in an au | want kids | grow old together | previous relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash-into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

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[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Knownlands

(this is my first try writing a story in english, don’t judge me much, I still won’t take your criticism.)

Terry Mairondil Notasmith was a human. But, despite being such, he needed a certificate which proved that. Why? Because the bastard was looking like an elf.

Terry was born a human in a family of Jackven and Liana Smith. His father Jackven was a fair person from the family whose profession at general through generations was working with metal. In other words: smithing. What occured next was pretty awkward: with the birth of Terry Jackven and Liana became separated from their families, because of the thing known as “traditions”. Which in reality was nothing but a hassle between Terry’s grandfather and Terry’s father.

...after the argument with his father, Jackven spit him into the face and said he didn’t want to wear his family name anymore, and that he never wanted to be a smith. From then, Jackven Smith became Jackven Not-A-Smith, and after that Jackven Notasmith.

Terry was a human. A little, rarely ill but skinny child that was always in trouble or at least some situation that could be called an adventure. When the skinny child became an even more skinny young man, Terry Notasmith somehow made his way to college.

Well, it wasn’t really a college. It was more like a big ruined library where once teachers of magic, languages and sciences were settling. The place was known as Airaheren, which in rough quenya meant “The Old Order”. Sometimes, among locals, it was called Airahacca, which in the same rough quenya translation meant “The Old Ass”.

This place consisted of an old library with a hole in the roof. Well, that’s what everyone was saying. Actually it was a whole little town of ruins. The reason everyone was mentioning only the library was that it was the only thing seen from a distance. No one ever wanted to come near the town, at least because of the smell. That rich, dense smell of rotting wood and unpleasant fog.

No matter how much the students and the teachers (Although there was no real difference between both fractions: if you were able to teach someone something he can’t do you were automatically granted the rank of a teacher. The idiots who came there hoping they will learn everything about the world and his mysteries in fact learned how to bake perfect pancakes out of almost nothing but flour and water, knot, play goblin stab-eye poker and be a farmer out of sheer hunger.) tried to keep the books safe from moist and other damage, almost half the pages of every single book were rewritten from memory and fixed so many times they were almost incoherent. And knowing the people in the Old Order weren’t well and good in terms of grammar, not talking about foreing languages, the instructions were always unclear.

Airaheren was called this way by the gang of teachers with real education who survived college just because they sat in the far corner and their professors didn’t even suspect they existed. So yeah, they gathered there in the ruined town and said something like “Fuck academics, let’s edu ‘em villagers and pals ‘round ‘ere for “free”!” Basically they soon became the aristocracy of the town, but very fastly after that died from the unintendedly poisoned meals. I mean, they weren’t even cooked right.

“The Old Ass is the worst place to live, lad-” Said someone to Terry Notasmith. “-unless someone’s a bastard idiot like you.”

Jackven Notasmith was a horseman. He had a little farm with horses where he was breeding them and training to be good horses. A good horse is the one that will develop trust in his master. To achieve that, Jackven gave his horses such a treatment they were ready to serve anyone but him.

The birthday gift on Terry’s sixteenth birthday was a horse called Cab, which was short for Cabbage. The criteria Jackven was giving his horses names was simple: the level of their intellect. Cabbage had as many brain cells as an average cabbage had.

With Cabbage Terry left his father’s farm for good, for the reason the slim young man was always hungry and was threatening to make his father bankrupt, because he was paying the cooking lady Gin for every meal she cooked for the family. Meaning he had to pay twice.

Terry’s second name is in quenya, and means “A friend of horse/Horse’s friend”. He chose it because he thought it sounded cool and would fit him well.

Four out of five people in the Old Ass had a second name they made up themselves. Let me give you several examples of what their names meant in general: “Great King Gold”, “Black Bird”, “The Most Beautiful”, “The Most Great and Beautiful”, and the most interesting name out of all was Ainoculomornaingaran, which translated as “Godgolddarkking”.

The Old Ass was a foggy place in a valley filled with woods. The once ruined by unknown cause unknown city was fixed to the point of “...well you can’t say it is deserted now eh?”.

Terry was a human. But he was looking like an elf. Not only looking like an elf, but smelling like an elf, feeling like an elf and, after all, being an elf. The only problem was that it was an accident and nothing more - he never wanted to be an elf. A magical accident on one of the transformation classes and poof - he is an elf.

Shapeshifting, polymorphing and transformation. Oh yeah, there is a difference. Shapeshifting was changing not the shape only but the material. You see, a shapeshifter can turn himself into a female, for example, or to turn into some different species. But the problem would be the essence would stay the same: a creature capable of changing its form. You will look like an elf for example but won’t be one in fact. Polymorping is turning anything into anything by changing everything. Like, to turn a rat into a glass for wine. The deal was the rat’s soul would be still intact. Meaning, the glass will think, and it will think it is a rat. And then comes Transformation: it means you change everything and all and the essence. You could turn a human into an elf, and they will feel like one, they will behave like one as if they were always like that. (Actually the mages weren’t fully understanding the differences between all the types of turning one thing into another. There were many fancy words like transmutation, morphing, photoshopping… And et cetera.)

You can get one and the same result by going different ways. As you can go to the food store by foot, on a horseback, or else more creative ways. You can take different paths and all, and that’s the thing. Same goes with magic. You can turn a man into a frog, says a witch, by turning most of the material in his body into air and the small part into the needed shape (that is the reason some transformations are followed by a slight blow of wind, which strength demands on the difference in size of the shape before the transformation and after.) or you could condense the material and turn it all into one big and heavy frog size of a large yoga ball.

Alright, er, Terry was an elf now. And then his second name came in handy, and it was, counting by elven standards, pretty normal, just unusual. If a normal elven name was Jon, then Mairondil was something like Humpfrey. On the other hand, the names of the students living in the Old Ass would sound the same way as if you called your son Frying Pan, or The Obsolete King. The range, I agree, was wide.

Yoga balls in Knownlands were made out of the strange material called maxas, coming from the realm of Abyss, and the most close thing it was familiar to was wood resin. Though the ripoffs of yoga balls were made from the bladder of very big boars and covered in the mentioned above wood resin.

Terry Mairondil Notasmith was missing sleeping. Yeah, he could close his eyes, but no, his thoughts were always clean and reasonable. Even alcohol didn’t help. The reasonableness of his thoughts were slowly making him ask himself “Why in the name of gods I am in this place?” more and more times a day. Now, he was questioning himself approximately fifteen times a minute.

...it was a misty, like, a really misty morning when everyone in the Old Ass was sleeping as tight as corpses. Cabbage neighed loudly, received a professionally delivered slap on the rear from Terry (who didn’t sleep this night but was forced to lay in his bed because “Dude turn off th’fuckin’ ‘andle, whatcha doing? Readin’? Y’can read? Oh. Then fuck you. Go sleep. And I don’t ‘are you’re an elf now y’sonuva pineapple.”), and when his beloved master sat in the saddle, started making his way as far away as possible from the Old, Stinking Ass (Airaima Horrofanyada-Hacca in rough quenya translation, of course.)

Terry had a great plan, an incredible plan. It was: to get out of the freaking town and catch the spirit of adventures by its tail and hold it, letting it carry him anywhere where he would feel happy.

[palettekeen]

Draven x Jack, Jackven

-tired

[emixion]

I read on eof your fics on AO3 recently and I very much enjoyed it. Jackven real. Hope you have a good day :3

Ahh thank you!! Jackven my beloved ❤️ I hope you have a good day, too :D

[emixion]

Raven meeting Holt for the first time 👀👀

OHOHOHO ___________________ There’s something familiar about the kid in her music theory class, and Raven can’t quite place what it is. At first she thought it was because he was loud, like Sparrow Hood back home, but quickly realized that wasn’t quite it. It’s not the way he acts or looks, it’s just this strange gut feeling. Like when one recognizes an actor in a movie as another actor’s relative. He’s nice enough, kind of obnoxious, but he seems cool. Raven doesn’t know much about him other than his name is Holt and he apparently was a good DJ. Honestly, she wasn’t going to dwell on it had Jackson not brought it up. He asks one sunny afternoon in the courtyard. They’d made it a habit to come here and lay in the grass to watch the clouds. “So…there’s something I haven’t told you.” His voice breaks the comfortable silence. “Oh?” she turns her head to look at him. She can tell it’s something big, by the way his face pinches.   Jackson takes a deep breath, keeping his eyes on the clouds above them. “Do you know Holt Hyde?” He asks. “Holt Hyde? Yeah, he’s in my music class.” Raven replies, wondering where he was going with this. “Well, um, he and I…” Jackson shifts uncomfortably, turning to face her but having trouble meeting her gaze. Raven just waits patiently. This boy was here to listen when she broke down and told him her story. Her destiny, her mother, the rebellion, all of it. And he had placed a hand on her shoulder and told her she was brave. There was nothing that could come out of his mouth that would send her away. “We…we share a body.” he finishes with a wince, sparing a glance at her expression, half expecting it to twist with disgust or something else negative. But Raven’s expression stays neutral and she nods in encouragement for him to continue. He takes another deep breath, pulling off his glasses to rub at his eyes. “That’s why I can’t listen to loud music. It causes me to lose consciousness and turn into Holt. That’s why you’ve never seen us in the same room.” A beat goes by as Raven processes this, the pieces coming together as she recalls that Holt had always seemed familiar to her. “Ohhhh, that makes a lot of sense.” She says, sitting up in realization. “It does?” he asks, surprised. Raven looks down at him. “Yeah, I’ve always thought Holt seemed familiar but I couldn’t place it. That must be why.” she explains. Jackson stares at her a moment before he cracks a smile. “What?” “You don’t mind?” Jackson asks. “It doesn’t freak you out?” Raven places her hand on his shoulder, just as he did for her when she told him her secret. “Not at all. I’m glad you told me.” She smiles back. ___________________________________________________________________ She doesn’t properly meet Holt until a few weeks later. Jackson is constantly warning her that he can’t control the transformation, that if he hears any music with at least a 4x4 beat at 180 decibels he will change whether he likes it or not. That they’ll likely be interrupted at some point. Raven speaks reassuringly to him. Promising to let keep her music down around him. Swearing that she won’t mind if he changes in front of her. In the end, he is right, they do get interrupted at some point, but just as she says, she doesn’t mind at all. The bright light of the transformation makes Raven blink, her violet eyes not expecting it. It all happened within a second. The two of them had been walking home and a car had sped by blasting music with open windows. Neither could have prevented it, and now Holt Hyde stood before her. “Huh?” The redhead looked around, finding his bearings. His scarlet eyes land on Raven and they light up in recognition. “Yo, Raven, right? We got the same sixth period.” Raven recovers quickly, the shock of seeing the transformation live wearing off fast. “Yeah, that’s right. Hey, Holt.” She smiles, waving a bit. “What I’d miss? Were ya hangin’ with my nerd side? He mentioned he made a new friend.” Holt pulls out his phone to check his texts. It takes Raven a moment to realize he’s talking about Jackson. “Oh, yeah. We were just walking home and a car drove by..” she vaguely gestures to the road. “They were playing music on the radio really loud.” “Aww, Jackie boy’s being social. Good for him.” Holt grins mischievously . “Welp, as much as I’d love a couple extra hours today, Momma will have my head if I take Jackson’s time again.” Holt puts his phone away, and moves to take off his headphones, but stops short. “Oh, and I hope it goes well with you two. I’d love to have a fellow musician for a sister in law.” He winks and promptly takes his headphones off, leaving a flushed Raven behind in a flash of light. “Wha..?” Jackson’s blue eyes are full of confusion when they meet hers. And then they widen in horror. “Oh no, did Holt-“ “It’s okay, Jack. Holt just said hi and changed back.” Raven quickly reassures. He looks surprised at that. “Really?” he asks. “And it wasn’t too shocking or awkward?” Her cheeks flare up again, recalling what Holt had said before he transformed. If Jackson notices, he doesn’t say anything. “Not at all.” She says, biting back a smile.

[emixion]

look happy, you’ll make it

more jackven bc they’re my ~comfort ship~ ao3 link  ______________________________________________________________ “I asked Draculaura to bite me once, y’know.” His voice cuts through the comfortable silence of laced fingers and soft breathing. “What?” she laughs, looking over at him in surprise. “Are you serious?” Jackson nods. “Oh, I’m serious.” he chuckles himself. “I thought she was going to faint when I asked her.” “Poor thing.” Raven winces sympathetically. “What did she say?” “Well she said no, of course.” He answers, “And then she told me she was a vegan and I felt pretty stupid.” He cringes at the memory. “Aw, nooo.” She giggles again, pulling herself closer to comfort him playfully. Jackson savors the sound of her laugh and the touch of her skin. “You couldn’t have known.” “Still.” he snorts, resting his cheek against her head. “It was pretty awkward.” They share another laugh, falling back into that comfortable silence. “..You really wanted to be a vampire?” She asks after a while. Her voice is gentle yet serious. Jackson lifts his head and looks away. “…Yes.” His voice is a guilty murmur. “I thought that..” he frowns when his voice trails off, almost as if it wasn’t his own accord. Raven’s fingers trail up to his hair, stroking lightly. A small gesture that told him ‘It’s okay, you can tell me.’ He heaves a sigh and turns to look at her. “I thought that if I was a vampire…I’d feel better about my life, myself. I thought it would solve all my problems.” He admits, leaning into her touch. A beat goes by as Raven processes this, and then her hand moves to cup his face. “I’m glad she said no.” She voices quiet. “Yeah?” Jackson asks, relaxing against her hand. “Yeah.” she smiles. “‘Cuz first of all, you’re perfect the way you are.” she taps his nose, pulling a humble laugh from the boy. “And second…” “Second?” he raises an eyebrow. “This way, we can grow old together.” She lets her voice drop to a whisper. “You would’ve outlived me otherwise.” Jackson sucks in a small gasp, bringing his hand up to cover the one on his face. He blinks back at her. “Yeah,” he says, a little breathless. “Yeah, you’re right.” He turns his head to press a kiss to her palm, watching her smile again in response. It soothes the ache he felt moments ago. Raven pulls him closer until their foreheads touch. “I love you.” She says firmly, as if trying to drive the point home. “Okay?” He nods, smiling as he brushes noses with her. “Okay. I love you too.” He says, closing the space between their lips. ‘Younger me,’ He thinks as her arms wrap around his neck. ‘You have so much to look forward to.’

[emixion]

any jackson x raven headcanons?? (u kinda got me hookedd on them)

YOOOO I HAVE SO MANY I apologize if i’ve already mentioned some of these i can’t remember anymore jednwekjn _________________________ -Raven is more in tune with music than most people because of her magic. She’s an empath of sorts and can sense a song or tune’s frequency, so she can keep her music to a level that won’t bother Jackson and can actually warn him if music is escalating. -i like to think Jackson gains the confidence to try out for the casketball team finally and makes it, so he gives Raven his letterman to wear.  -Raven ABSOLUTELY is powerful enough to split Jackson and Holt. you can’t convince me otherwise. and Holt calls her ‘sis in law.’ -they both have trouble sleeping so mfs be sneaky and find ways to share a bed, especially with the hc that Raven stays with the Jekylls while in the monster world. -Jackson is like. obsessed with Raven’s hair. He just thinks it’s so beautiful. He’ll find any excuse to run his hands through it. -Besides the usual ‘babe’, ‘baby’, and ‘love’ petnames include: Jackson calling Raven ‘Princess’, ‘Rae’, ‘Raves’ and ‘Birdy’ (i LITERALLY came up with that pet name before Dragon Games aired so i don’t care if EQ calls her that, ya snooze ya lose, Mattel.) And Raven calling Jackson “Science’, ‘Jack’, and ‘JJ’ -Jackson gets really anxious and raven will sit with him and hold his hand while he works through it. Sometimes she’ll sing to him especially if they’re trying to sleep. he loves it when she sings to him. alternatively, Raven has really low depression days and Jackson always keeps her company and takes care of her. -Raven is 100% a DC stan so they totally geek out about comics and read them together. -Raven punched Manny in the face one day when he was harassing Jackson and he never tried it again. I HAVE LOADS MORE BUT I DON’T WANNA MAKE THIS TOO LONG JDNFKJDN

[emixion]

this dream isn’t feeling sweet

oh boy even more jackven. i swear i’ll convert you all someday.  ao3 link Nights like this aren’t unusual. Unconventional, yes, but common for the pair. Ever since Raven had been moved from the Monster High dorms to stay with the Jekylls, the two had formed a habit of finding each other in the middle of the night.

See, neither of them are very good at sleep. Raven wakes up with shallow breaths and nightmarish images still flashing in her mind and Jackson’s anxious brain doesn’t let him settle.

So, it’s not even remotely surprising when she slips into his room at 3 am, eyes heavy with an exhaustion on more levels than the average person could spot, or when he peeks into her doorway later than either should be awake with shaky fingers.

Jackson is not in fact the average person, and Raven’s never been bothered by his trembles. The two are close, have been since Raven arrived at Monster High. And they understood each other on a level that others didn’t. Who better to soothe one of them than the other?

Tonight, it’s Raven who has stumbled into the other’s room during the early hours of the morning, arms crossed over her chest in a sort of defensive gesture. She doesn’t like to let on how much the nightmares fuck her over, just frowns and makes some sarcastic comment about it, but Jackson can see the pain in her violet eyes, the way they well up ever so slightly.

The sorceress wordlessly climbs into bed next to her best friend, pulling the blankets back over her. Jackson’s asleep on his side, facing away from her, but he still stirs as she settles in despite her light footsteps. He’s always had a sort of sixth sense for her distress.

He rolls over to face her and wraps an arm around her waist, shushing her as her breathing comes out shallow. He’s done this enough times to know what this is, and to not ask questions, just let her settle.

“You’re okay, Princess.” He murmurs, pulling her to his chest. She grips at his shirt, head tucking against his shoulder. She’s embarrassed. She often is when this happens and it makes his heart ache because none of anything that’s happened to her is her fault and he needs her to know that she has nothing to be embarrassed about.

But she’s stubborn, always has been. And she’ll bite her lip to keep it from wobbling and turn her face away so he doesn’t see the tears, her gravely voice a stream of counter attacks to his argument. So the most effective approach is to guide her through it. Be her escape from the rest of the world as she comes back down to earth.

“I’ve got you, Raves. It’s okay. Let it out, Birdy.” He whispers soothingly into her hair, the hand not around her moving to brush through the black locks that he’s come to adore.

Raven’s white knuckled grip on his shirt loosens before her arms wrap around his neck, bringing them closer.

That’s rare, Raven wrapping herself around him at times like this. She has a hard time being fully vulnerable, even teary eyed in the dark of night in her best friend’s protective arms. Jackson’s never taken offensive. His princess has survived more bullshit than he can even fathom, it’s understandable.

“It was the same dream.” She says quietly, still tucked against his shoulder. Jackson frowns, pushing a few loose strands away from her face. Raven’s told him about the recurring nightmare that she’s been having for the past few weeks. While she usually has dreams with a similar theme, this is a whole new level.

She hasn’t given him all the details, but he knows it has something to do with her mother.

“Do you think talking about it would help? Make it go away?” He suggests, but Raven just shakes her head, letting out another shuddering breath.

“Are you sure?” He asks gently. He doesn’t usually push her when she doesn’t wanna talk but it’s been weeks of this. The little nagging voice in his head knows there’s something up.

The head shaking just gets more frantic.

“Can’t.” She croaks, and the way she tugs on the back of his collar makes him kinda wanna cry.

“Raves,” he soothes, hugging her tighter. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

Raven hesitates, but after a moment reluctantly pulls back from his arms, far enough to look him right in the eyes.

“My mother murders you right in front of me.” She says blankly.

Jackson freezes, gaping back at her.

Of all the nights he’s spent soothing her back to sleep, all the bad dreams she’s suffered from, she’s never spoken of any that involve him.

Wordlessly, he places a hand on the back of her head and guides her back against him, letting her curl up against the crook of his neck. She goes willingly, a light sniffle escaping as she presses herself close. “I’m here.” He reassures her. “I’m right here and I’m fine.” His voice is soft as silk as he rubs soothing circles into her back. He feels a wetness on his neck where she’s nestled herself. “Shhh..It’s okay, Birdy.” He croons, the familiar nickname rolling off his tongue like it has so many times before. “I’m okay. She didn’t get me.” “I can’t lose you.” She murmurs quietly, her voice weighed down by tears. Jackson feels his heart ache painfully. He presses his lips to her head, holding them there for a moment. “You’re not gonna.” He whispers against her head. “You really think you’re gonna get rid of me that easily?”

He hears a tiny laugh through the sniffles and he cracks a smile. “There she is.” Raven shifts against him, her body relaxing a bit. “You’re a dork.” Is her muffled reply. Jackson just laughs. “Very true.” He agrees. “But, I made you laugh. So that’s a win.” His smile widens when she pulls away to look at him. “Thank you.” She says quietly. “I know that probably wasn’t easy to hear and-” “Shhh, Raves.” He pulls her back to him. “You know the drill. You’re always welcome in here.” Raven slowly hugs back, and he can tell she’s smiling by the tone in her voice. “Same with me.” His fingers find her hair again. “You wanna try to sleep?” He asks gently. There’s a long pause of silence before he’s met with a quiet “okay” from Raven. “Okay.” He says back, pulling the blankets a little higher over her. She looks hesitant. “...keep holding me?” She asks almost inaudibly. Jackson wouldn’t even be sure he heard it if it weren’t for the look she was giving him. “Of course.” He answers, hugging her a little tighter. Raven sighs in his arms, tucking against his shoulder once again. Her body relaxes further. “G’night.” She mumbles, voice light. It sends a tiny flutter through Jackson that he can’t quite explain. “Goodnight, Princess.” He says back, resting his head against hers. He waits a few minutes until her breathing evens out, assuring him that she’s fallen asleep, before he lets his eyes shut and drifts off with his birdy in his arms.

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jackven confession!!! confession!!! confession!!!!!! p l e as e

YOU DON’T GOTTA BEG I’M HAPPY TO DO IT i lowkey love this one  ____________________________________________ “What do you need?” Jackson asks, an edge of desperation to his voice. It’s one of Raven’s bad days. The days when she mostly stays in bed and thinks. The days when her battery is running on fumes and has to recharge. She’s strong, stronger than many, but she’s still human after all. A human with her own demons that sometimes just keep her in bed. This isn’t in any way new to her, but it is to Jackson, one of her dearest friends from the monster world, who has made it his mission to stay with her and help in any way he can. Which is what led him to this, kneeling in front of her dorm bed on his knees speaking gently to her. “Let me know, and I’ll get it for you. Anything you need.” he continues, his hand reaching over to catch one of hers. His face is soft, yet resolute, showing he truly means anything. The thought makes Raven’s heart swell in a painful sort of way. “Just say the word, Raves.” “Just you.” she says quietly, her voice slightly raspy and at first she’s not sure why she said it. Was it because her brain is foggy? Was it because she’s tired, not thinking straight? Was it her impulsive nature finally nipping at her in the name of karma? Because it’s true, what else would she need except the boy who would give her the world? “Just me?” he parrots, seemingly surprised by her answer. Raven just nods, squeezing his hand. “Okay. Okay you’ve got me.” He says, shifting his weight to settle more steadily on his knees. “ I’m here.” Raven takes the opportunity to lightly tug the hand that is holding hers forward. “What?” he asks, searching her eyes for what she wants. “What is it?”  A few months ago, she would’ve bitten her lip and looked away, but now she just gazes back at him, her silent plea washing over him after a beat. “Oh.” he whispers, almost inaudibly. He spares a quick glance at the door. the RAs would kill him if they caught them but he pushes the thought away. She is always worth the trouble. Swiftly and quietly, he climbs up on the bed and slips in beside her under the blankets. Raven moves over to allow him space, only to inch closer once he settles. Now laying face to face, Jackson opens his arms for her. “C’mere.” he croons. “It’s okay.” And hesitantly she lays against him, only slightly embarrassed. This was Jackson after all, if there was anyone who would understand, it would be him. Raven sighs as his arms circle around her, her head dropping to his shoulder. Her body relaxes instantly. “Is this what you needed?” He asks softly, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the tips of her hair. Raven hums, shutting her eyes. “Just you.” she says again, apparently that’s all she can say. The unflinching truth that he means more to her than she’d ever admitted. “You’ve got me, Raves. I’m yours.” he reassures her gently, his voice full of affection. So much so that Raven’s heart swells again. “I love you.” She hardly realizes what she’s doing before it’s already said and now it’s out there. Raven can feel his heartbeat quicken against her chest and it makes her throat tighten. “I love you more.” he murmurs against her hair, his lips brushing her forehead. She lets out a relieved breath, smiling against his shoulder. “Untrue.” “So true.” He punctuates his sentence with another kiss to her hair. “You have no idea, Princess.” “Tell me then.” “Is that what you want?” he asks, and there’s a light tease in his voice. Raven’s smile only widens. “Yes, just you.”

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*coughs violently* here take this ------------------------------------- He doesn’t know how anyone could ever be afraid of her. Not when her smile is so soft. Her violet eyes crinkle and her gaze drops because she’s bashful like that. He doesn’t understand how anyone could hear her sweet laugh and think to be afraid. She is a gentle yet firm tug at his heartstrings, a steady, calming beam of light when she’s near. Never intimidating, never frightening. Especially not like this, when she’s relaxed and in the rarest moment vulnerable, when her delicate fingertips trace his palm and send shivers up his spine. Her beautiful face is lax and serene, her frequent and usual worries pushed away from her thoughts, leaving just her grace behind. Jackson finds her addicting, the way she hums in the quiet moments, the way scowls playfully at him, the way she pushes stray midnight hairs out of her eyes. He’s completely captivated by her gentle nature, the genuine care she has for the people around her. It’s comforting, it’s reassuring, not scary.  Sometimes she tells him about the people back home, where there are castles and crowns and so much judgement that it nearly suffocated her. Raven tells him about the people who sneered at her, the people who barked at her, the people who’s faces paled at the sight of her, eyes wide and terrified as if she’d strike them dead on the spot. It’s the most heartbreaking and nonsensical thing he’s ever heard. And though his insides boil with fury, he just kisses her head and tells her it’s their loss. And she’ll smile that soft smile and lean into his touch, satisfied with his response even though there’s a million more things he wishes he could do. He wishes he could tell every single one of them that they’re wrong, he wishes he could see all their faces as he screams and screams at them until his voice is gone. He wishes he could hit them, he wishes he could take all of her pain away, he wishes he could burn the damn school to the ground, but all he can do is hold her and whisper that they don’t know her. And in that moment she curls around him like a vine, soft skin and silky hair and tired smile, and beautiful beautiful beautiful but uncharacteristically fragile. Jackson is sure that if they could feel what he felt right now, they wouldn’t be afraid of her anymore.

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jackven’s first kiss <3

GOD BLESS THANK YOU __________________________ She’s not sure who closes the space completely, but she knows she was the one leaned in first. It was a losing battle of staying detached, a game she learned young from her mother. Vulnerability is weakness, love is temporary. It was much easier when she was twelve and friendless. There was nobody to hold back from, just the emptiness that her mother considered a win. She’d sit alone and read her comics and novels without any one to think about. It didn’t stay that simple, of course. She made friends over the years, good friends who she could talk to about anything, (well almost anything) but even that didn’t prepare her for the whirlwind of emotions that would come with meeting him. He was patient and careful, never pushed her farther than she was comfortable with, never forced her talk when it was too much. And before she knew it, he was the one she looked for in a crowded room, the one she sat with at lunch, the hand she’d tentatively reach for and lace her fingers with. He listened to her. He understood her. Which was more than so many people in her life. One day she finally surrendered, waved her white flag as soon as his blue eyes mets her. There was no grief with the surrender, no mourning of her mother’s ideals. There was only a moment of heated silence before she let go and leaned in, letting their lips finally meet. He breathes her in like she’s the first and last breath he’ll ever take, his arms gently taking her waist. It’s soft. God, is it soft. He always is around her. He’s always a soft smile and tender gazes. She’s never gotten used to being regarded so tenderly. Raven sighs and moves a hand to cup his face, her other hand moving to play with the hair at the back of his neck. As she parts her lips for him, she idly muses that if love truly is temporary, then she’ll make the most of every moment. The white flag in her mind blows in the wind.

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I just found your blog by accident and thanks so much for posting fanfic!!! I hadnt really thought about Jackson and Raven together but it is so cute and I love them so much!!!

Ahh thank you so much for saying that!!! I’ve shipped them for awhile now and I’m glad other people are starting to like them as well. They’re my comfort ship so I love writing them ^^

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everyone else’s eah aus: APPLE AND RAVEN WERE SWITCHED AT BIRTH, RAVEN IS SNOW WHITE’S SISTER, APPLE GOES EVIL, THE STORYBOOK OF LEGENDS CHANGES RAVEN AND APPLE’S DESTINIES my eah au: haha what if raven started a band and kissed jackson