Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…
Instant joy blossomed inside you once strolling into the green room. Fellow cast members who are here for tonight’s little concert in Nashville greeted you. While Jensen sang a couple of songs with his buddies, you took a moment to catch up with everyone. Instead of being here having a beer with Brianna and Kim, you were supposed to be back home in Vancouver with JJ. Having to say goodbye to your daughter was harder than speculated. This being the first time you were apart from her since she was born. But It was something you needed to get used to sooner or later.
Your maternity days were soon going to be over and you were really excited to start shooting again. You weren’t scheduled for this convention, it was a surprise you wanted to give the fans. You couldn’t wait to see their reactions once they saw you. Salute to Supernatural was something you’ve always loved. Singing along with the cast and fans, feeling like a big family and having a great time. Tonight, you felt like performing and what better way than being with two amazing singers, Brianna and Kim.
“Are you nervous?” Kim asked you, noticing the constant shake of your legs.
You shrugged giving her a nervous smile.
“It’s just… been a while, y’know?” you sighed. “I don’t want to fuck it up.”
Request: by: @danandphilimaginess Hello! Can you do an Imagine where the Reader is Kidnapped and Jack Saves her (there not dating btw) thanks!
Summary: Read above ^
The Horsemen. We were the envy of the magical world, and pretty much everyone wanted to get ahold of us. Whether it was to steal our secrets or make us steal, someone always wanted something. That’s probably why I found myself like this, and by that, I mean tied up in the back of someone’s van like some crappy horror movie. I wasn’t worried of course, I had four other illusionists looking after me, and anyone with the gull to piss off Jack Wilder probably wouldn’t live to tell the tale. I’d known Jack for six years, and when we’d both gotten into the eye together, well, we were excited to say the least. Jack had become like an older brother. He was my best friend, and we looked out for each other like family. He got angry when someone so much as looked at me oddly. Needless to say, I wasn’t particularly worried. Now, back to my current predicament. We drove for awhile, and I did my best to remember what turns we made. I don’t know how it would have helped, but I tried. When we stopped I was drug from the van, a bag placed over my head as I was pushed forward. I sighed and moved with a role of my eyes. Amateurs. When we’d gotten to wherever we were going I was sat in a chair, cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I tried not to laugh. The bag was pulled off my head, and I looked up to see a man smirking at me. He wasn’t very attractive, his hair was graying and he looked frail.
“Well, if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N.” I narrowed my eyes, staring him down.
“Well if it isn’t sir douchebag. Nice to see you.” I felt a sting across my cheek, clenching my jaw against the pain.
“I’d treat me with some respect if I were you. I am the one calling the shots. Now, I have a proposition for you darling.” I let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at the shady-as-hell man towering above me.
“And that would be…..”
“In return for your freedom, I want you to steal something.”
“No.” He seemed taken aback for a moment, like it wasn’t what he was expecting to hear.
“You don’t even know what the job is.”
“Don’t care. No.” He growled in anger, gripping my jaw tightly and yanking my head up to glare at me.
“You will change your mind, I promise you that. I’ll leave you to think for awhile.” He walked away, and I leaned back in my chair, drumming my fingers on the arm of the chair. I whistled a little tune, nodding my head back and forth in boredom.
Just as expected, it was only about ten minutes later when I heard the unmistakeable sounds of fighting. The door in front of me burst open, and I smirked as Jack Wilder walked into the room.
“Well it took you long enough. I can’t believe the idiots didn’t realize you were there when they grabbed me.”
“They just made it way too easy. All I had to do was call up Danny and have him track the license-plate. It wasn’t even fun.” I laughed at the complaint, looking down as he picked the locks on my cuffs. He helped me stand once he was done, and he hugged me tightly.
“Let’s go home Jack.” He kissed the top of my head, and I scoffed in amusement at the three men who’d grabbed me, now unconscious on the ground with playing cards lying around. They all had cuts on their faces and what I could see of their chests. Jack threw playing cards like a boss.
“The cards kept them distracted enough to knock them out. Like I said, easy.” We both laughed as we left the building, his arm wrapped around my shoulder as we walked out into the night air.
What’s it about?: An international Buddyfighting school where every student has a specific rank due to their skill, dictating the rarity of cards they’re allowed to buy, their accommodation, etc. A low-ranked student begins challenging the Single Digits, the top 9 students of the school, to try to raise his rank.
Why should I read it?: It’s a pretty good take on another Buddyfighting school, with a flavour reminiscent of the wackier parts of season 1 (as it was written while the first season was still going). The OCs are pretty likeable, and there’s some cute interactions with buddy monsters. While the decks seem hilariously outdated now (I ran Galiazond back when I started playing) they make for pretty decent fights.
It’s currently the second-longest Buddyfight fic on AO3, after my own OC fic. In fact, I was inspired to write mine partially by stumbling across this and being disappointed it became a deadfic after 12 (admittedly pretty long) chapters.
Amon as the Jack of Diamonds and Knight of Pentacles: his meaning and his relation with other cards.
Jack of Diamonds.
In the French history of cards the Jack of Diamonds is the representation of Hector, the mythological greek prince of Troy. Also known as the “Breaker of Horses”, and the greatest fighter in the War of Troja.
“(…) martyr to loyalties, a witness to the things of this world, a hero ready to die for the precious imperfections of ordinary life” (
Nature and Culture in the Iliad: The Tragedy of Hector )
As a Knight.
In the Minor Tarot Arcana the Jack of the playing cards have the rol of the Knight.
First of all the Knights in the tarot represents actions, keep the events happening in others cards. When they’re linked to others cards it’s meaning "movement" for them. The job of a knight is keep the journey going.
“238. Moved in together without noticing” (meme link)
Bitty’s key turns with the softness of an already-opened lock. The house is quiet and the entry hall is dark; what he sees in the filtered light of outside street lamps in the living room is the tent’s thin frame, the netting hanging from it, and indistinct sleeping-bag lumps of the children. When he’s very quiet, he can hear them breathing.
Then he tiptoes past them to the kitchen, where Shitty and Jack are playing cards in the dimness of the under-cabinet lighting.
Jack raises a hand from his tented cards, smiling softly at him. "Hey,“ Shitty says. "Date go well?”
Bitty shrugs, feeling a little awkward because–they did this, these sleep-overs, so Bitty could spend the night out, not so he could come home at ten-thirty. Shitty, or Jack, were going to watch the kids until early morning. “Went okay,” he says. “But–you guys can go home if you want, I’ll bring your kid back after breakfast.”
Shitty puts a card down and Jack says, “Something go wrong?”
“No.” And it hadn’t; John was great, they’d had a good evening. “Just… listened to my feelings and thought I’d rather be here.”
Jack makes a concerned noise, frowns down at the cards on the table.
“Awright,” Shitty says. “You want me to deal you in?”
Bitty shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, smiling, and goes to hang it up at the back door. "All right,“ he says. "What’re we playing for?”
Oh my gosh guys, my twin just had the BEST idea!! My sisters and I talk all the time about making our fandoms into playing cards and chess sets and who would be what and whatever, pretending that we’ll make them someday. Anyway, my twin was talking about how great it would be to be able to mix it up and put more than one fandom in the same deck, like using a different fandom for each suite when she thought of this:
Instead of making full decks of the fandoms, or assigning each fandom to a particular suite (which could cause repeat suites), make each fandom their OWN SUITE with THEIR OWN symbol on their card instead of the traditional ace/heart/clover/diamond!! Then you can just pick four of your favorite fandoms to make a full deck!! Danny Phantom could have the DP insignia, Supernatural could have the anti-possession symbol, Percy Jackson could have a trident, Gravity Falls could have the six-fingered hand from the journal, and so on! And then you’d have thirteen main characters (plus maybe a joker card) from each series! This idea was originally for chess sets, where you’d have fandoms be the different teams and you could pit them against each other. Anyway, yeah, I really like this idea a lot!!