#jamesonjacksonxreader

Hello everyone! I felt like writing but wasn’t sure what to write! I asked for some advise and then rolled a die to pick a fun AU from @clanwarrior-tumbly ‘s list! This one is the Greek god AU! I hope y’all like it!

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It was a beautiful, warm spring day and in front of a small, damp pile of dirt sat a young child. They stared at the pile with their cheeks puffed out and their arms crossed over their chest as they took a quick look up to the sky and then back down to the pile.

May I ask what it is that you are doing?

The child’s head quickly turned to look behind them, spotting a man with a perfectly curled mustache on his upper lip, teal hair and blue eyes… The rest of him they didn’t even bother to look at as their eyes moved to the rather large scythe he held.

“Who are you?”

I’m known by many names, but you Young one can call me Jameson for now.

“I’m [Y/N].” The young child said, tilting their head as they looked at the man.

“How are you doing that?”

Doing what, Young one?

“Talking without actually saying anything.” They elaborated as the man walked over to them and knelt down, using the scythe to balance himself as he looked at the small dirt pile.

Tell me young one, what is this?

He’d avoided the question, and this didn’t go unnoticed by [Y/N], but they were too excited to explain their brilliant plan to this total stranger.

“I’m growing this flower for my friend! It’s their birthday soon.” They explained happily, feeling very proud of themselves as they puffed out their chest, missing the small frown that formed on the man’s face.

I’m sorry Young one. But I’m afraid that you’re plan may not work. Growing something, such as a flower, takes time.

[Y/N] huffed at his words, crossing their arms in a pout yet again.

“What do you know?” They asked, looking away from him as his shoulders gently bounced in a silent laugh.

A bit more than you would think Young one.

“Yeah well… You’re wrong! This’ll grow all big and then I’m gonna give it to my friend.” They told him as a matter of factly before turning their nose up to him.

If you say so, Young one. But these things do take time, as do all good things.

After the last sentence [Y/N] suddenly felt his presence vanish and they looked over to see that the man from before was in fact gone. They stood up and began looking around for where he could have gone, but the man was no where in sight!

Years passed, and [Y/N] never saw Jameson again, but they always thought about the day they met him. They had become a much more patient person, of course they weren’t seven anymore, but good things come in time… They always remembered that. Keeping the mystery man’s words close to their heart as they grew older. The day was much like the one that they had met Jameson all those years ago, a beautiful spring day and now they were in their garden, watering the many flowers they had planted over the years.

I see you have gotten much better at this, Young one.

[Y/N] spun on their heel, coming face to face with the man they had met before, he hadn’t aged a day… He stood, leaning on his scythe slightly as he looked over the flowers with a smile on his face.

“It’s you…” They said quietly, almost not believing that he was really there. The man nodded and gave a small bow before looking back at them.

It has been far too long, Young one. I meant to return earlier, but I’m afraid when you’ve lived as long as I have, time… Tends to get away from you.

He shook his head before smiling at them again, almost as if he had made some sort of joke… They didn’t get it.

“Are you death?” They questioned, a look of shock taking over the man’s features as he covered his heart with his hand and took a step back.

Whatever would lead you to think that Young one?!

“Well… You do have a scythe.” They said shyly, gesturing to the scythe that he held and Jameson quickly looked it over before shaking his head again.

Ah yes, the Grimm Reaper I believe is what you are referring too. No dear Young one, my scythe is not for harvesting souls but for harvesting crops. I’m afraid to tell you I came not only to say hi, but in the hopes that I could perhaps take a few of these flowers off of your hands. There is a friend of mine that always seems terribly sad and I believe these could possibly brighten up his day!

“You’re avoiding the question! Just like when I asked how you talk without actually speaking.” [Y/N] said, pointing at him and taking a step towards him.

“Who are you, really?” They asked, watching as his shoulders gently bounced in his laughter.

A sharp one you are, Young one. Back in the old days they called me Chronos, I am the god of time.

“Chronos? Then why’d you introduce yourself different then?!” They asked, suddenly feeling embarrassed. They’d been speaking to a god this whole time and they’d been so informal, even slightly brash when they were a child.

When you’ve lived as long as I have Young one, you can get quite bored. Changing my name every few centuries is just one of the many ways I… How do you say it these days? Keep things fresh?

“I see… Is that… Also, why you approached me? When I was a kid?” They asked, feeling uncertain where they stood now.

Partially yes. Also, there was just something about you that intrigued me, not sure what it is yet. But I would hope that I could figure it out eventually. If you will allow me to return to your garden.

[Y/N] began to blush as they wondered if that meant that he wanted to get to know them, they quickly looked down to the dirt as they tried to think of an appropriate response. Even if they said no, would they really be able to stop him from returning if that’s what he wanted? Not that they wanted to say no, they were interested themselves in Jameson, after all as god of time surely, he had some interesting things to talk about… It also helped that he was quite handsome, nothing like the old man with a long white beard that they’d seen pictured.

“I don’t believe I would mind it, perhaps we can have some tea next time as well?” They offered, watching the god’s face light up as he stood straighter.

That sounds lovely, Young one! I will look forward to our next meeting, but for now perhaps you could help me pick out some flowers for my friend? If it is okay for me to take them that is!

“Of course, you can have some!” [Y/N] said with a small laugh, amused to see the god of time back tracking once he realized he hadn’t gotten permission to take flowers yet.

“I’ll even help you pick them out, so long as you promise not to wait years to come back and visit me. I don’t want to be all shriveled up and old the next time I see you.” They scolded halfheartedly while wagging their finger at him.

Young one, I would never dream of doing such a thing.

He bowed with his hand over his heart before standing up straight and extending his arm to offer [Y/N] his hand, his smile brightening as they took it and began to walk beside him through the rows of flowers.

“Now the daffodils have been coming in nicely so far this year, and I’m sure they could brighten up anyone’s day! Even the god of depression couldn’t frown at them!” They joked, looking over to see his shoulders bouncing again.

I certainly hope so! That is who I plan on giving them too!

“Wait, that’s actually a thing?!”

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And there you go! I hope y’all enjoyed reading that because it was pretty fun to write! I wasn’t sure what attire to put JJ in as Chronos because in descriptions of him normally have him in some kind of toga and I’m not sure what century I put this in, so I’ve left quite a lot up to the reader in this heh heh... As Always, I accept any and all feedback! Thank you for reading!

I can actually imagine the baby pumpkin witch having like a Jack o’ Lantern for a head topped with a cute witch’s hat 🎃🎃

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Jameson was out in a field, trying to find a good pumpkin to carve for this year’s Halloween. Unfortunately though his luck was running dry…as all he could find were either rotten, discolored, distorted, ridiculously huge, or laughably tiny pumpkins.

After several long minutes of searching, he huffed in slight disappointment. Of course he didn’t want to ask Marvin to conjure or fix one. He wanted a decent pumpkin he could take care of himself.

But it seems like he may have no other option at this point. Everyone must have taken the good ones early.

They were smart.

Just as he was about to give up his search and head home, he was surprised to see a pumpkin on top of a pile of leaves. But this one had a black witch’s hat on it. When he went closer to it, he smiled upon realizing that it looked absolutely perfect.

However, as he went to roll his sleeves back up and grab it, the pumpkin suddenly turned on its own, making him jump in surprise. Then it glanced up, revealing glowing yellow triangular eyes, nose, and a jagged mouth, much like a stereotypical Jack o’ Lantern.

Upon seeing Jameson, though, you flinched and quickly backed away, causing the leaves to scatter everywhere and revealing your black and orange footie pajamas and black cape. But you didn’t get far as you fell back on your rear and stared up at the human, frightened.

Sadly your pumpkin head made you wobble and fall a lot. 

Much to your surprise, though, the human only knelt down, putting his hands out in worry, although he seemed unsure of what to do. Of course you were still scared of him…but…it didn’t look like he was going to hurt you.

He gently smiled and put his arms out, trying to show you that you could trust him. When he saw your hesitation, he wiggled his mustache a little, hoping the silly gesture would make you giggle. And it did as you stood back up and made your way into his arms.

The stranger still didn’t say anything, but he did scoop you up and hold onto you tight as he stood. Then you two began to make your way out of the pumpkin field patch and to…wherever his home was.

……….

“My goodness…you..you actually found a baby pumpkin witch!”

“A what now?”

“They’re creatures that were at one point normal pumpkins, but some kind of magic transforms them into half-human children and gives them animated Jack o’Lantern features.”

“By golly!” Jameson exclaimed, clasping his hands together. “So…the pumpkin is still a part of them? It can’t be removed?”

“No. Trying to remove it would have….let’s just say fatal consequences,” Marvin closed his book of magic creatures, before he looked to see you in Chase’s lap, your witch hat swapped out for his cap.

He chuckled softly. “This is too tiny for me, little dude! But my hat fits you just right.” Then he switched the hats back around as he saw Jameson walk over, smiling as he watched him scoop you up. “Have you given them a name, J?”

The dapper ego thought about it for a second or two, but before he could provide Chase with an answer, a low, static hum filled the room. The owner of that noise, of course, soon appeared with a deep frown on his face.

“Nobody told me about the newest family member, huh?” Anti huffed, turning to see you and your triangular eyes grow wide. “Wow…you’re a….livin’ Jack o’Lantern, huh? How curious..”

You shivered, gripping Jameson’s vest tight as you saw the demon grin and pull out a knife.

“Mind if I give ya a little makeover~?”

“Anti! Stop it,” Marvin ordered. “Pumpkin witches have a severe phobia of knives. You don’t wanna mess wi-”

“C’mon, Marv…it’s Halloween..” Anti stalked closer. “Can’t I have just a little fun~?”

But his smile soon fell when he noticed Jameson’s scowl. While he was distracted, the dapper ego handed you back to Chase, before tossed his hat onto the sofa and rolled up his sleeves.

The glitch only had to blink, and then seconds later he found himself in a headlock, his knife clanging to the floor. He gritted his teeth, trying to wriggle out of Jameson’s hold, but the fact that he was in a position that made ripping off his head easy left him at a disadvantage.

Even though he tried clawing at his arms, he proved to be no match.

Finally, Anti realized that he had no choice but to surrender. “Ack! A-Alright! Alright! I’ll leave yer precious little pumpkin alone! Just lemme go already!”

Jameson did just that, giving him a quick shove out of the living room for good measure. The demon huffed and rubbed his neck, making sure he didn’t tear open his scar, before he turned and retreated back to his room.

Chase smiled as he stood up and transferred you back into your protector’s arms. “Yep. You meet all the criteria to be a perfect dad, J,” he chuckled.

With a simple nod, Jameson hugged you close, closing his eyes as he felt you cling onto him.

Yellow Roses with red tips: Friendship and Falling in love

 Jameson smiled to himself as he set down the pristine white plate on to the checkered blanket, it finally looked perfect. He had made plans with his friend [Y/N] to meet and have a picnic today and he was so excited to spend some time away from his rowdy brothers, though he did love them they could just be… Much. He did one more quick look over of the set up before the sound of foot steps made him look up. The dapper man smiled at the sight of his friend, waving his hand in a greeting as they sat down in front of him.

“Hey JJ! Sorry I was a bit late, I thought our picnic could use some flowers, so I went and picked these out!” They said, setting down a small plastic vase with yellow roses that had red tips. At the sight of them his cheeks began to heat up just ever so slightly, surely [Y/N] didn’t know the meaning behind such roses and simply picked them because they liked the coloring. Yes, that was it. It had to be.

“It’s quite alright, my good friend! I had been having a bit of trouble setting the blanket with the wind earlier and am quite glad that you were not here to see that.” He signed, choosing to ignore the flowers for now. Just because he had met them in a floral shop and they had an affinity for flowers, didn’t mean that they knew the meaning behind the ones that they had brought and set before him… He was here to spend time with his friend and he would ignore the butterflies in his stomach, for now at least.

“So! How have things been JJ?” [Y/N] asked as he began taking sandwiches and other snacks out of the small basket he’d brought. Since his hands were preoccupied, he could really only communicate with his expressions and while they’d gotten fairly good at reading him, all they were able to tell was that he was probably about to start complaining about something that happened, not that they weren’t prepared for it once he was done taking everything out.

“Well, first I couldn’t find my favorite film anywhere and I know that I always put it in the same place. So I went around and starting asking my brothers if they’d seen it. Of course, I would never immediately suspect them, after all they would never do anything as rude as taking my favorite film and hiding it from me. So anyway, I kept looking and looking and still I couldn’t find it!” As he signed his movements and expressions became more exaggerated, [Y/N] couldn’t help but smile as they paid attention to the story. “I eventually found it though! Turns out I left the blasted thing in the projector the whole time! Golly, the only way I could imagine doing that was if I fell asleep watching the film, but I don’t remember even doing that!”

“Maybe one of your brothers watched it without telling you?” They suggested, but JJ shook his head.

“They all know I would happily share my films with them. They only need ask.” He signed, quickly asking them how they’d been before he began eating.

“I’ve been doing alright.” They began, also starting to eat, after all it would be a waste to not eat the meal JJ had put together for them! “I’ve been doing some research recently about certain things.” They said, their eyes traveling to the roses that sat slightly slanted on the uneven ground. [Y/N] set down their food and moved the vase to a more stable spot, closer to Jameson.

He looked down at the flowers as they did so, his face once again heating up as he remembered the meaning of those roses. Had they been doing research on flower meanings and were the roses a subtle way to tell him… Something? No, he shouldn’t get his hopes up like that.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about… Certain things.” Their eyes going from the flowers to the dapper man as they spoke. “Have you ever looked into Floriography? I’ve actually come to find it to be very interesting.” The more the spoke the more JJ began to feel a lump in his throat. So, did they know what the roses meant? Were they trying to say something through the flowers? No, surely, they knew they could do better than him.

“I’ve read a thing or two in my spare time, why do you ask?” He signed, worried that he was in fact getting his hopes up, maybe they only knew about the first part of the meaning and they meant the gift as a sign of friendship? Yes, that had to be it. There was no way someone as great as [Y/N] could feel that way about silly old him.

“I read somewhere that yellow roses with red tips mean friendship,” Of course he was right, still even though he knew not to get his hopes up it still- “Then I thought, no that’s not right. Just plain yellow roses is friendship and wouldn’t that be confusing to have two colored roses mean the same thing? Granted, they are mostly yellow I could see friendship being part of it. But after looking at a few more websites I found that they actually mean friendship and falling in love. Which can mean a couple of things.”

 “H how s so?” JJ could feel his hands shaking as he signed, he wasn’t expecting this.

 “Well, it’s either that they could be used to symbolize one or the other or…” They began to fidget themselves, seeing JJ’s pink cheeks and how he was starting to fiddle with whatever he could get his hands on. “Or it could mean both and that I’m falling in love with someone who has already given me their friendship.”

He didn’t know what to say, he was wrong, they were in fact using the flowers to try and tell him something. He quickly reached up, taking his hat off of his head and using it to cover his now red face. If he was a cartoon, he’d have steam coming out of his ears. But this was real life and the longer he took to calm himself and come up with a proper response the more [Y/N] became unsure if their confession was the right thing to do.

“JJ? Sorry, was that too forward?” They questioned with a small frown watching as the dapper man slowly lowered his hat, placing it in his lap before signing to them.

“Are you sure? I’m just a silly old man that can’t speak.”

“You know, you’re not that old. Even if you dress like you should be and I don’t think you’re silly.” They moved their food to the side and moved them self a little closer to him. “And I don’t care that you can’t speak, you should know that by now. Your lack of a voice doesn’t make you any less of an amazing person.”

There was a brief silence, JJ thinking about his next move, his eyes moving to the roses once more and the idea hit him. He reached over and took a rose from the vase, looking it over carefully before offering it to [Y/N].

“I… Take it that means the feeling’s mutual?” They asked, carefully taking the flower from him and grinning as they saw him nod. “So that means the next time we ‘hang out’ it’ll be more of a date?”

 JJ’s shoulders bounced in a silent laugh as he nodded again, he was excited now. He never thought that [Y/N] would actually be interested in him and had honestly contented himself with only ever being their friend, yet here he was, and they were asking him out. What were the odds?

 “I’ll look forward to that then.” [Y/N] said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. Immediately, JJ’s face was red once again and he quickly grabbed his hat to hide it. “Sorry hun.” They laughed, the pet name only making the blush worse and reach to his ears.

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Hello again everyone! Sorry for being gone yesterday! Work had been insane and by the time I got home all I wanted to do was eat dinner and go to bed. But! Here is JJ and the reader being cute while on a picnic! I hope you enjoy it and as always I accept any and all feed back. Thanks for reading! 

Alrighty soooooo here’s the next story on my Dark Fantasy AU bois. Enjoy some sweet fluff/angst of my mute Banshee son (yes you read that right)~

Aww thanks dear ^w^ Hope you like the story~ I had fun writing this! (of course I ALWAYS have fun writing for my dapper son :3 )

Oh heck yeah. Always my dude (also I can’t write stuff about dancing to save my life so I’m just gonna do 79, hope that’s okay ;u;)

79. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“They’re staring again.”

You sighed, turning around and scowling at the strangers several tables away whose judging eyes and hushed whispers ceased the second they saw your glare. They quickly turned back and checked their watches, phones, or did something to make it look like they were minding their own business.

But you knew better than that.

“Don’t mind them, Jamie.” Looking back at the man in front of you, your gaze softened up as you saw how upset he looked. His eyes were downcast, although you knew they were filled with nothing more than slight sadness and embarrassment.

‘Damn..we can’t even go out for a freaking ice cream without someone judging him,’ You thought, before you reached across the table and gently grasped his hands. “Hey, look at me.”

Jameson raised his head up, eyes tinged with a bit of red. He was never one to cry in public; he found it improper, but he could still hear those pitiful words and insults echo in his mind and sometimes they would all become too much for him to handle.

Not to mention, he always felt..guilty whenever he saw you stand up for him. As much as he loved you for doing such a thing for him, he wish you didn’t always have to do that for his sake.

It hurt him inside and he didn’t want them to start talking about you, too…

“You’re letting their words get to you again.”

He blinked a couple times, shaking his head and forcing a smile.

“…Jamie, how many times have I told you? The words of mere strangers do not matter at all.”

His smile faltered also instantly. He then wriggled his hands out of your grasp as he grabbed his pen to write something in his notepad. Once he was done he slid it over to you.

“I know that very well, sweetheart. But I just feel bad that I’m dragging you through the mud.  If I had to be honest you deserve someone better. Someone who’s “normal”, I’d say. I’m sorry, [y/n]. I love you more than all of the stars in the sky. I just don’t want you to get hurt, too. Forgive me.”

Your eyes widened at what he had written, but by the time you finished he got up and quickly ran off. “Wait! J-Jamie!” You stuffed the pen and notepad into your jacket pockets before you went after him.

Before long, you found Jameson sitting on a lone bench, crying as he sniffled and wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. He let out small, shaky gasps, the closest thing to a voice he had.

“Jamie?”

He looked up, surprised that you were able to find him. But he didn’t move as you sat down next to him, setting a gentle hand on his knee. “Do you honestly think I’d give a damn if people start judging me for dating you?“

The gentleman simply shrugged in response.

“Well, look. I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” you told him, “and you wanna know why?”

He blinked a couple times, gazing at you in curiosity.

“Because they don’t know your story. People are always gonna talk about things that seem out of the norm for them. Nothing you do will change that. So just..let them talk. Let them whisper. But if they start giving you crap I’ll be there for you.” You brought your arm up to wrap it around him. “But don’t you dare think for a second that you’re just “dragging me” through this. I’m doing this because I love you, Jameson. And nothing, absolutely nothing, will change that.”

For a few moments he stared at you in total shock, before a wide smile appeared on his face as he hugged you tight. He then proceeded to pepper your face with several kisses to show how much he truly loved and appreciated you.

And once he was done he kissed your lips, pulling away and giving you a loving, teary-eyed gaze.

Imagine you live in soulmate AU where you have firs sentence which your soulmate says to you when you first meet, written by their handwriting, somewhere on your arm… but you don’t have it and you’re just so sad because your soulmate is probably dead or never even existed…but one day you are in the park, enjoy the sunny day when you suddenly bump into someone and they fall to the ground.

“Jiminy Cricket, I’m so sorry and clumsy, are you alright?” you offer a man with a mustache your hand to help him stand up. He looks at you with wide eyes and a big smile starts to form on his face. Then he stands up and rolls up his sleeve to show you that he has your sentence written on his forearm. You gave him a sad smile

“I’m sorry… it… it can’t be me. It must be someone else with similar handwriting. I don’t have any sentence on my arms.” You will show him your arms on which there is nothing.

“I’m… I’m gonna go. Sorry again.” you say him and start to go away… but he grabs your arm and pulls a pen out of his pocket.

“Wha-what are you doing?” You don’t understand what’s going on, and the man hasn’t said a word yet… instead, he raised his hand in the “wait” gesture. Then he pulls your hand closer and wrote something on it with his pen. First you are so confused, but when you see what a man with a mustache has written… your heart will start to beat faster.

Hello soulmate, I’m Jameson and I’m mute.

(I hope it’s okay that I submitted it. It’s long, so it’s easier this way. Also… sorry my English is bad)

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Okie doke! Hope you enjoy the story :)