[So. This is a beginning to my first multichapter fic. It is an AU where Jack is Diana Prince and Crutchie is Steve Trevor. Hope you all enjoy! You can also read it on ao3. ~Eva]
Long ago, when time was new and all of history was still a dream, the gods ruled the earth. Zeus king among them. He created beings over which the Gods would rule. Beings born in his image fair and good, strong and passionate. He called his creation "Man". And mankind was good. But Zeus' son grew envious of mankind and sought to corrupt his father's creation. This was Ares, the God of War. Ares poisoned men's hearts with jealousy and suspicion. He turned them against one another and war ravaged the Earth. So, the gods created us, the Amazons, to influence men's hearts with love and restore peace to the Earth. And for a brief time, there was peace. But it did not last. Your mother, The Amazon Queen, led a revolt that freed us all from enslavement. When Zeus led the gods to our defense, Ares killed them one by one until only Zeus himself remained. Zeus used the last of his power to stop Ares, striking such a blow, the god of war was forced to retreat. But Zeus knew, that one day Ares might return to finish his mission. An endless war, where mankind would finally destroy themselves and us with them. So Zeus left us a weapon, one powerful enough to kill a god. Only the fiercest among us could ever wield it…
Jack knew he was special.
It wasn’t just being the only child and only boy on an island full of grown women. It was more than that. His mother sculpted him out of clay and prayed for Zeus to bring him to life, she wanted him so much. He knew that was special. He could tell in the way that Antiope trained him, harder than any of the others. He could see the way the women adored him, how they loved him. But he could also see the difference in how they treated him, careful with him always. Jack, Prince of the Amazons, knew that it was these things and more that made him special. He could feel it in the tingle that went through him when his mother spoke of the God Killer, the weapon gifted to them from Zeus to defend against Ares. He didn’t understand that it was his being special that would drag him away from the island, his mother, and the rest of his family.
Jack was on a break from training, taking a little walk along the cliffs that overlooked the sea. He enjoyed the ocean. It was calm, serene and blue and stretching on as far as he could see. His mother would tell him stories about the ocean, the great sea god Poseidon who was also slaughtered in the war against Ares. He loved his home. Themyscira was an absolute paradise, his mother was correct. He silently thanked the gods for providing them with such a place, a home where they could be safe.
He was broken out of his thoughts by a whirring sound. His eyes shot up and he stared over the sea, searching for the source of the sound. There was a ripple in the air and suddenly, a giant…thing appeared in the sky. It looked like some type of giant bird, with smoke coming out of it and bits of debris flying off into the air. It crashed into the sea, sending ripples around it as it slowly sank into the water.
Jack hesitated a moment, battling between curiosity and his sense of self preservation. In the end, curiosity won out. He dove into the sea, swimming steadily towards the strange object. It was no bird. It was completely foreign, some type of flying machine. He swam quicker and his heart sped up as he saw there was someone inside it. Not just someone, it was another man. The first one Jack had ever seen. He was unconscious, eyes shut and arms drifting through the sea as he sank towards the bottom. Jack swam faster and tugged him free, swimming towards the surface quickly. Their heads broke the surface and Jack inhaled deeply, making sure the other man’s face and head were above the water. He swam towards shore, tugging his passenger along. He dragged the man onto the sandy beach and laid him down, examining his face eagerly. The man was beautiful. Sandy blonde hair, much like Jack’s mothers, was plastered against his forehead where it stuck out from beneath his cap. It was short, unlike any hair Jack had ever seen. He reached back and touched his own long braid, which trailed halfway down his back. Did other men have short hair? He gently touched his fingers against the man’s cheek, feeling a hint of stubble. He jumped back slightly as the man coughed up some water and opened his eyes, looking around frantically before focusing on Jack’s face.
“You’re a man.” The wonder was obvious in Jack’s face as he stared, awestruck.
“Uh…yeah. I mean, don’t I look like one?” The man sat up slightly and looked around. “Where are we?”
“Themyscira.” Jack replied confidently, not taking his eyes from the man’s face. “Who are you?”
There was a shout behind them and the man jumped to his feet. “I’m one of the good guys. Those are the bad guys, the Germans. We need to move.”
“The Germans?” Jack had never heard of such a thing, in all his reading. Giant ships sailed towards them, along with smaller boats containing more men.
“Jack!” Jack’s mother appeared on horseback, joined by the rest of the Amazons. “Step away from him!” It was then that she noticed the boats, the men sailing towards the shore. “Ready your bows!”
“Come on!” The man grabbed Jack’s hand and tugged him behind the rocks, watching as the Amazons fired arrows at the boats. “They have guns, don’t they?”
Jack assumed that guns were what the men were firing back at the Amazons, weapons that shot tiny metal arrows at a great speed. He watched in horror as one Amazon was shot down as they jumped from the cliffs. Horses rode in, led by Antiope. The battle raged on but seemed to turn in the Amazons’ favor. Antiope and her warriors were a force to be reckoned, each one taking out multiple Germans in a single stroke. The man raced out and wrestled a gun from one of the German troops, shooting at them and joining the ranks of the Amazons. Jack edged out from the shelter of the rock and grabbed a bow, firing at one of the Germans. The arrow connected and the soldier was brought down. It was the first time Jack had killed. He grabbed the sword of a fallen warrior and fought another one off, killing him with a swipe across the chest. It was simple, the same as training. He focused on the task at hand, sending a few more soldiers down. The battle was slowing down. Only a few Germans remained, their bodies littered across the beach along with the fallen Amazons. Jack took out one last solider and took a moment to breathe, staring at the carnage.
“NO!” He heard a scream and whipped around in time to see Antiope leap in front of a bullet that was clearly meant for him.
“No!” Jack sprinted and slid to his knees in front of Antiope. Shots rang out around them but he vaguely heard them, focused on the blood that coated Antiope’s side. “No, no, Antiope…”
“Jack…” Antiope grabbed his hand, clinging to it. “The…The time has come. You…You must…”
“What, Antiope?” Jack cupped her face with his free hand, tears filling his eyes. She was dying and there was nothing he could do about it.
“The God Killer. Jack, go. Go…” The light drained from Antiope’s eyes and her grip on Jack’s hand slackened.
“Go where? Antiope, go where?” Jack clung to her body. “No…no….no!” He looked up, desperately searching for help. There was none. Antiope, the fiercest warrior the Amazons had ever seen and Jack’s beloved aunt, was dead.
Jack was furious. He ran from his mother, away from the women refusing to take action and ignoring their mission. His mother’s words rang in his ears.
Men are easily corrupted.
There is much you do not understand.
You are not an Amazon like the rest of us. You will do nothing. As your Queen I forbid it.
The interrogation of the man that Jack pulled to shore went well, in Jack’s opinion. He learned a lot. His name was Charlie Morris and he was a captain in the American army, wherever America was. He was a spy sent to collect information on the Germans, who were building great and terrible weapons. He was chased down after stealing the plans for a terrible gas that would kill thousands if it was unleashed. There was a war going on, a world war. The war to end all wars. Millions dead, women and children slaughtered. Home destroyed and villages decimated. Jack was absolutely convinced that it was Ares behind the war. His mother and the others refused to see sense. He slowed as he approached the cave where the man was being kept. It wasn’t his intention to go there, but his feet had carried him. He longed to talk to the man- Charlie- again. He glanced behind him, then made his way into the cave.
Charlie was just climbing out of the pools of water when Jack walked into the cave. He spluttered and quickly moved to cover himself. “Don’t you people knock?”
Jack ignored him and examined his body with great interest. He was built much like Jack, but a bit…softer. His wooden leg was off to the side, revealing a stump that ended just above the knee. “Do all men look like you?”
Charlie seemed surprised by the question. He carefully inched down and dried himself, fastening his leg back on. “Not all men, no. I mean, some do. We all look different.”
Jack nodded. “So all men do not have one leg?”
Charlie laughed slightly. “No. No, most have two legs. I lost mine when I was a kid to polio.”
“Polio?” Jack tilted his head to the side questioningly.
“It’s a disease. Killed a lot of people. I was lucky.” Charlie shrugged. “I uh….I didn’t get a chance to thank you before. For dragging me out of the water.”
“Thank you for what you did on the beach. It was…brave.” Jack’s eyes focused on the object in Crutchie’s hands. “What is that? Is it a helmet? Doesn’t look very sturdy.”
Charlie looked down. “This? Oh, this is a hat. My dad gave it to me, before he died. I used to sell newspapers and it was kind of part of the uniform.” He smiled slightly. “So, am I allowed to leave here?”
Jack sighed. “I tried. I tried to convince them, I even asked to go with you.” He blushed. “I mean, all of us. Amazons. The Amazons.” He looked down. “My mother thinks it’s too dangerous.”
“Can’t say I blame her.” Charlie got to his feet and pulled on his shirt, buttoning it. “The way this is going, I wouldn’t want anyone I care about near it.”
Jack tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Then why do you want to go back?”
Charlie huffed a laugh. “I don’t think want is the right word. My father once said that if you something wrong happening in the world, you can either do nothing or you can do something.” He shrugged. “I already tried nothing.”
Jack stared at him for a few moments, then turned and ran out of the cave. He knew what he had to do. Charlie Morris was right. There was a choice, between doing something and nothing. Jack had to do something. An hour later, on a boat sailing away from the only world Jack had ever known and with the God Killer pressed against his side, Jack knew he made the right choice. If he would not fight for the defenseless, who would?
[So sorry I wasn’t online last night guys! Had a bit of an anxiety attack and I just didn’t feel up to it. But on the bright side...I may or may not have finished the first chapter of a multichapter Sprace fanfic. ~Eva]
[Hey guys! So I would just like to apologize for not being online in a while. Things have been hectic. I'm props master for a show right now and I've been spending all my time either in class, in the scene shop working, or doing homework. I will be start being on regularly again next week! I'm really, really sorry again. Spot will be back and better than ever next week, if not on Monday then for sure on Tuesday. ~Eva]
4: "I do not take Halloween too seriously!" With Sprace??
[Even more fluff, I can’t stop. This is also a prompt from @lillie-writes‘ Halloween prompts!]
4.“I do not take Halloween too seriously!”
Spot didn’t do the wholeHalloween thing. He just wasn’t into it. He handed out candy but he didn’t goout and party, he didn’t decorate. He most certainly didn’t wear a costume.That all changed when Anthony Higgins came into his life. Race did Halloween,to the max. He decorated Spot’s apartment for him and told Spot they were goingto a Halloween party at their friend Romeo’s house the night of Halloween. Spotconceded without much of a fight, he didn’t mind the decorations and he knewthat going to the party wasn’t negotiable. He was fine, as long as he didn’thave to wear a costume. So when he walked into his apartment on October 31stand found a costume laid out on his bed, he was confused to say the least.
“Race? What is this?”Spot called out, picking up the red devil horns. There was also a pitchfork,along with black jeans, one of his red shirts, and his leather jacket.
“What’s what?” Racecalled back from the bathroom. “Your costume?”
“My costume?” Spot shook his head even though he knew Race couldn’tsee him. “I don’t do the costume thing.”
“Baby, we’re going to acostume party. You have to wear a costume.”
“I haven’t worn a costumesince I was ten years old.”
“Well, aren’t you luckythat you found me?”
“Race.”
“Spot, it isn’t that biga deal. It’ll be fun.” Spot didn’t have to see Race’s face to know he wasrolling his eyes.
“You might be takingHalloween a little too seriously.” Spot crossed his arms over his chest, stillmaking no move to put on the costume.
“What did you say?” Racefinally emerged from the bathroom and Spot’s breath caught in his throat. Racewas wearing a pair of pale blue jeans and a white sweatshirt. Atop his head wasa halo, which was falling a little lopsided and there were white wings attachedto his back. “I do not take Halloween too seriously!” He ran at Spot andtackled him onto the bed, grinning down at his boyfriend as he moved tostraddle him. “I take it a normal amount of seriously.”
Spot smiled up at Race,he couldn’t help it. “A couples’ costume? Really?”
“Spot, there’s a costumecontest. If Jack and Crutchie win again in the couple category, I’m going todie.” Race rested his hands on Spot’s chest. “They’re going as Calvin andHobbes this year. That’s not nearly as good as a devil and angel.”
Spot reached up andadjusted Race’s halo so it was sitting straight. “Is it really important toyou?”
Race sighed and rolledoff of Spot, standing up. “I mean, kind of. But you don’t have to. I don’t wantyou to not have a good time or anything, I just thought it would be fun. Plusthis is the first year I have a boyfriend to go to the party with and…”
Spot cut Race off bykissing him gently. “We’re going to win.” He said simply once he pulled back,moving to pull on the costume. He shook his head fondly at the wide smile onRace’s face. “Alright, how does it look?” He asked once he put the horns on hishead, glancing in the mirror. It wasn’t too bad, as costumes went. Without thehorns and pitchfork, it almost looked like something he would normally wear.
Race pulled Spot close tohim, kissing him again. “It looks great.”
“Good enough to beat Jackand Crutchie?”
“Good enough to kicktheir asses.” Race replied with a wicked grin that didn’t match his costume. “Comeon, let’s get going.” He led Spot out of the apartment.
Later that night, Spotstood next to Race as they waited for Romeo to announce the winners of thecostume contest. He announced the individual winner (Davey, who had dressed asKristoff from Frozen). Then it was time for the couple costumes. Race clung toSpot, face red from the alcohol he had consumed and the nerves. Spot sipped hisbeer, arm around Race’s waist.
“The winners are…Race andSpot!” Romeo called out.
Spot didn’t have time toreact before Race was on him, kissing him with a dizzying intensity. His beercan slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor as he wrapped his armsaround Race. Spot kissed back enthusiastically, ignoring the loud whoops andcheers from the crowd as Race wrapped his legs around Spot’s waist. Theyeventually broke apart, gasping for air.
“Fuck yeah!” Race dartedaway and took the little trophy from Romeo, waving it in the air.
Spot rolled his eyes andsmiled fondly at his boyfriend, who ran back over to him and kissed him again. “Areyou happy?”
“Yeah. I mean, I wouldhave been happy either way.” Race shrugged. “The important thing to me wasbeing with you. Winning just made it better.” He laughed.
Spot’s heart swelled. Theidea of a costume didn’t seem so ridiculous anymore, not when it made Race sohappy. “I’m glad.”
Race’s smile faded and hebit his lip, staring at Spot. “Let’s go home.” He smirked slightly. “Let merepay you, for being so nice to me tonight.”
Spot inhaled sharply. “Notvery angelic of you.” He commented, making no move to protest as Race draggedhim towards the front door. Halloween was really a wonderful holiday, Spotthought as they made their way home and into bed.
6: "Do you think it would be acceptable to jump into a pile of leaves right now?" "It's always acceptable." With Sprace please???
[Another short and fluffy one! Angst is coming guys, I promise. This is another prompt from @lillie-writes‘ Halloween prompt list.]
6. “Do you think it would be acceptable to jump into a pile of leaves right now?” “It’s always acceptable,”
Race was pretty sure theentire situation could be traced back to Davey not being there. He was about90% of their impulse control, after all.
“What do you mean it isn’tstarting?” Race stood outside Jack’s truck with Crutchie, wrapping his jackettighter around himself.
“I think it’s out of gasor something, I don’t know. I’ll have Albert come look at it later.” Jackshrugged and climbed out, shutting the door behind him. “Guess we’re walking,boys.” He took his scarf off and gently wrapped it around Crutchie’s neck,leaning in to kiss him briefly.
Race smiled slightly. “Youtwo are gross.” He reached out and poked Jack’s side. The two of them had been togetherfor a couple months and Race was happy for them. He couldn’t remember the lasttime he’d seen Jack smile so much. The three of them began to walk, Racehoisting his backpack higher on his shoulders. It wasn’t a long walk but it wasslightly cold, which was the entire reason Jack had driven them to class thatmorning. He shivered and looked down. The end of fall was rapidly approaching.Nearly all the trees had lost their leaves and the temperatures were rarelyrising above forty anymore. Winter was on its way and while Race loved theholiday season, he was going to miss fall. It was his favorite.
It was Crutchie whonoticed the pile of leaves. “Race, look at that.” He nudged Race’s side andpointed in front of them, a smile working its way onto his face.
Race looked whereCrutchie was pointing. There was a massive mound of leaves raked up in the quad,shed from the trees that surrounded the grassy area. He made eye contact withCrutchie. “Do you think it would be acceptable to jump into a pile of leavesright now?”
“It’s always acceptable.”With that, Crutchie and Race were gone. They tore away from Jack and racedtoward the piles, jumping into them with exhilarated laughter.
Race laid back in thegrass next to Crutchie, still laughing. Leaves fell around them, scatting fromthe neat piles. “Jack’s probably so confused right now.”
“When isn’t he when we dostuff like this?” That sent both of them into another round of giggles. Raceloved his friends. Crutchie was always willing to get into mischief with himand have spontaneous little adventures, even if it was as small as jumping intoa pile of leaves. Jack followed along, confused but willing to do what theywanted. He couldn’t have asked for better people to have in his life.
“Hey! What the hell,dude?” An angry voice sounded from off to Race’s left side. He quickly sat up.A boy was standing there, around their age. He was holding a trash bag and arake. He also happened to look incredibly pissed.
Race got to his feet andbrushed himself off. “I…uh…”
Crutchie got to his feetas well, tucking his crutch back under his arm. “Spot?”
“Crutchie! Dude, I justspent two hours raking all those leaves up.” The boy- Spot- complained, stillglaring at the two of them.
“We’re sorry. We justcouldn’t resist.” Crutchie apologized, looking genuinely apologetic. “Race, this isSpot. He’s that guy I was telling you about, from my psych class.”
Race didn’t know what todo. There was a hot guy standing in front of him, a hot guy that was massivelypissed off. “It was my idea. I, uh, thought it would be funny. I didn’t thinkit through, I’m sorry.”
Spot focused his gaze onRace. “You have a leaf in your hair.” He said after a few seconds. Hisexpression was still stony but the corners of his lips twitched.
Race blushed and quicklybrushed his fingers through his hair, ridding it of any foliage. “Can I helpyou get this cleaned up?”
He wasn’t sure if he wasimagining it or not, but he thought Spot’s expression softened ever soslightly. “No. But you can give me your number.”
Race froze. “What? I…yeah,sure.”
Spot held his phone outto Race and watched as Race typed his number in. “Crutchie’s talked about you alot.” He said when Race returned his phone. “He…He even mentioned setting usup.”
Oh. Oh. So this was Spot, the guy Crutchie said would be perfect forRace. “He’s told me about you too. This isn’t exactly how I imagined usmeeting.” He laughed slightly.
Spot smiled. “I shouldget back to work.” He gestured vaguely to the leaves. “I’ll text you. Maybe wecan get coffee or something in the next few days.”
Race nodded. “That soundsnice, yeah. Uh…bye Spot.” He turned and went back to Jack and Crutchie, whowere standing a few yards away from them. “Let’s go.” He hissed, not stoppingas he walked past them.
Jack and Crutchiefollowed him, laughing and teasing him the entire way back. Race didn’t carethough, especially not when his phone buzzed.
You’relucky you’re cute, otherwise I probably would have punched you. Coffeetomorrow? -SC
Race smiled and typed outa quick ‘yes’, then slipped his phone into his pocket. Jumping into the leaveswas totally worth it.
46. “Winter is coming,” “Oh shut up! It’s not even Halloween yet,”
It was fucking cold intheir apartment.
Race pressed against Spotas he woke up, snuggling closer to his boyfriend. Spot wrapped his arm tightlyaround Race and pulled him closer. Race smiled, content for the moment. He waswiggling around several minutes later, trying to figure out how to get warm. Hestuck his feet under Spot’s calf, curling his toes.
“Race!” Spot’s eyes shotopen as Race’s icy toes pressed against his leg. “What the fuck?”
“It’s cold.” Racemumbled, tucking his head against Spot’s neck. “And you’re warm.” He was reallytoo tall to be curling around Spot like he was but Race couldn’t help it. Hestuck his hands under Spot’s shirt, pressing them against his stomach.
Spot shivered. “Race,your hands are cold.” He complained but allowed Race to stay where he was.
“Well it’s cold, Spot, incase you haven’t noticed. Winter is coming.” Race announced solemnly.
“Oh shut up! It’s noteven Halloween yet.” Spot shook his head, the tiniest hint of a smile on hisface.
“I’m going to call Weiselagain about the heat, it’s been broken since February.” Race looked up at Spot,a small smile on his face. “But at least now I have you.” Spot had moved inover the summer, once the lease on his own apartment expired.
Spot rolled his eyes. “That’sall you keep me around for?” He teased, gently digging his fingers into Race’sside.
Race squirmed a little,laughing. “No. I guess there are a few other reasons.” He mumbled. It wassilent for a few moments, Race staring out the window. “Spot?” He finally saida while.
There was no response.Spot was asleep, his breathing slow and even. Race pulled back a little andexamined Spot’s face. It was peaceful in sleep, his usual glare gone andreplaced by an almost serene look. Race reached one hand up and gently trailedhis fingers across Spot’s jaw. Spot was the most handsome man Race had everseen, there was no denying it. Race still was in awe of how lucky he wassometimes. He never thought in a million years that the cute boy from hisEnvironmental Science class would end up being his boyfriend. Months ofhopeless pining finally paid off when Spot asked him out. Their relationshipwasn’t perfect, by any means. There were fights and all the struggles that camewith being young and in love. But at the end of the day, Race had Spot’s backand he knew that Spot had his. He wrapped his arms tightly around Spot then,overcome with a sudden surge of affection for the man in bed next to him.
Spot woke up, wrappinghis arms around Race in confusion. “Race? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. It’s fine. I just…Ilove you. A lot.” Race blushed slightly and squeezed Spot tighter.
Spot smiled. “I know. AndI love you too.” He kissed the side of Race’s head gently. “I should tell Weiselnot to worry about fixing the heat if it’s going to make you cuddle with methis much.”
“Shut up.” Race’s blushdeepened. A draft blew through the apartment and Race shivered. “It feels likeDecember in here.”
“Well, it’s October.”Spot kissed the top of his head.
“Can you make thosesnowman pancakes for breakfast?” Race asked hopefully.
“No, it hasn’t evensnowed yet.” Spot rolled his eyes.
“Spot, please?” Racewhined, rolling over so he was straddling Spot’s legs. “I’ll make it worth yourwhile.”
Spot stared up at Race,bringing his hands up and gently gripping Race’s hips. “How’re you gonna dothat?”
Race leaned down, gentlykissing Spot’s jaw. “I have a few ideas…”
Spot’s breathing hitchedfor a moment. “You do, huh?”
Race nodded and kissedSpot firmly, hands wandering lower and lower…
Half an hour later, Racewas sitting at the kitchen counter with a plate of snowman pancakes in front ofhim and a few new hickeys on his neck. He took a bite and smiled happily atSpot, who just flicked a little bit of batter onto Race.
“You’re a brat.” He toldRace, but leaned down and kissed him anyway.
“But I’m your brat.” Racereplied. His eyes lit up suddenly. “Spot! Can we watch Christmas movies?”
Spot groaned but nodded, watching his boyfriend with a soft smile as Race ran to go pickout their first movie. Even if they were celebrating the wrong holiday, therewere worse ways to spend a Saturday.
//What's your favourite Spot headcannon? It's V important(AlsoDocHasABlogNow)//
[Yay! I’m so glad that Doc has a blog!
My favorite Spot headcanon is that Spot loves to write. You know how Katherine says that Jack should be inside the paper illustrating it? Well, Spot should be inside the paper writing it. He’s very talented and sometimes he writes little stories for the Brooklyn newsies. The only people who have seen his serious stuff are Race and Jack. I also have this headcanon that Jack and Spot were in the refuge at the same time and they bonded over it, then when they got out they went their separate ways but that bond was still there. ~Eva]
Alright, settle in folks. I’m about to analyze the crap out of the Newies and place them in their Hogwarts houses. I feel like a lot of people aren’t going to agree with me on some of them so I’ll try to back my choices up with evidence from the show.
Jack- Hufflepuff. Now, a lot of people might say Gryffindor and I used to think that as well. But let’s dive in deeper to Jack’s character. Yes, Jack is brave. But your house isn’t just based on what you are. It’s based on what you value. Jack doesn’t value bravery above everything. He values loyalty, friendship, and fair play above everything. His motivation the entire show is his friends, especially Crutchie. He doesn’t organize the strike because it’s the brave thing to do. He organizes it because his friends, his brothers, need him to. His entire monologue during Seize the Day is about a fair deal. “Not a one of us complains if the work we do is hard, all we ask is a square deal.” Direct quote from Jack Kelly. When he abandons the strike, it was never about money. It was about loyalty to his friends. Pulitzer hits Jack where he’s weakest, he knows the thought of Crutchie, Davey, and Les getting hurt is enough to stop Jack in his tracks.
Katherine- Slytherin. Now, I debated over this one for a long time. It was also between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, she has characteristics of both of those houses. But again, let’s look at what she values. Katherine values ambition. She doesn’t respect Jack at first because she simply sees someone who isn’t going anywhere. When she sees that Jack has talent, her first thought is that he must be working towards something. She sees the potential in situations and uses them to her benefit. Before Pulitzer placed the ban on strike news, she is still the only reporter that shows up to cover it. She sees the potential for the strike to become something bigger and uses that to her advantage (this is not a bad thing). Her actions and values both line up with a Slytherin.
Davey- Gryffindor. This is another one I struggled with. Davey is clearly intelligent and he uses that intelligence throughout the show, making logical arguments at many points. But he’s almost like Hermione in this way. Two clearly brilliant people that value things other than that. Davey throws himself into the union once it is clear that it’s happening. He strikes and fights with the other boys. In act two, he is fully prepared to go ahead with the strike even though it’s clearly dangerous and people could get hurt. He dives headfirst into it, knowing full well it’s dangerous but not caring because it’s what has to be done. This is a very Gryffindor mentality that we see in Hermione, these two characters are very similiar in a lot of ways.
Spot- Gryffindor. This is very clear to me. He obviously values bravery and daring, unwilling to join the strike until he is certain the Manhattan newsies are prepared to show him that they are these things. When he does join the strike, he’s all in and there’s no going back.
Crutchie- Hufflepuff. He values the same things as Jack, this is show in Letter from the Refuge. His main concern is not for the strike, it’s for Jack and the other newsies. His firm loyalty to them is his driving force, particularly Jack. And let’s just talk about fair play. Crutchie works the entire show to make sure that people don’t just see him as his disability. He wants to be on equal footing with the others in every way possible. There’s nothing more Hufflepuff than that.
Race- Slytherin. He looks out for himself above anything. When the strike could benefit him, he is wholeheartedly into it. When it is clear the strike is most likely going to fail, he wants to back out. He wants to use situations to his advantages and gets the hell out when it’s clear a situation is no longer useful to him. As a gambler, he obviously values cunning. These values place him in Slytherin, though at points he exhibits traits of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.
Feel free to come into my inbox and challenge me on these! I love discussing and analyzing the newsies.
Don't be sorry! I know how rough school can be. I love you and I love Eon and I love your writing and I will wait as log as I need to for all of it! Keep being amazing :)
[Aw, thank you. I won't be posting anything tonight, sadly. I'm exhausted and I don't think my writing would be any good. Tomorrow for sure though! Thank you all for being so supportive. Some nice headcanons or just general things would be appreciated on my personal blog, @watchmerun. Much love ❤️ ~Eva]
[You guys, I'm having a rough night. Homework is killing me and I've got a billion things that I'm stressing about. If it isn't too much trouble, I'd love some nice headcanons sent to my personal blog @watchmerun. Jackcrutchie and Sprace are prime, but I'd love any newsies related headcanons or thoughts. Thanks in advance, I'm just so stressed and I feel like I'm going to cry at any moment. ~Eva]
[Hey guys! Just a quick update on what’s going on. Eon is currently sick and I am crazy busy with school work. I will for sure be on this weekend, maybe on Thursday if I can get my homework done. There should be at least one fic posted tonight, maybe more. Thank you all so much for your patience, I feel horrible that I haven’t been able to be online lately. I miss it and I miss you guys. Keep sending prompts! Love you guys. ~Eva]
//Doc is blogless as of now haha but it's completely okay to use him! Fhdhjfh also it's still really good even if it was written at two in the morning ;0//
[Okay! Ugh, some of my best writing is done at 2:30 in the morning because that's when I get all my ideas. I've got a couple more in the works, stay tuned if you want! ~Eva]
//CatchMeCryingAboutDocAppearingInYourLatestFic ALSO OW MY FEELINGS??? It was so gooooood!//
[I hope that was okay that I used him! I couldn't remember a blog or anything to tag you in, I'm sorry. I'm really glad you liked it, I'm not even sure if it's good. I wrote it at about 2:30 in the morning with no editing. ~Eva]
[So holy heck this is angsty and based off this post and I’m so sorry. Trigger warning for major character death and guns. It’s two in the morning and I should probably sleep but I’m on a roll with writing and I don’t want to stop.
@bijackkelly @jackkellyssweetheart @ig0tfriends you guys inspired this angsty thing from me, hope you like it.]
Jack wanted to vomit when Specs delivered the news. He expected another letter, maybe a plan to get Crutchie out of there. Anything but this. He curled his hand into his fist, so hard he knew there would be little crescent imprints from his fingernails.
“What the hell happened?” Jack’s voice was low, he didn’t look at Specs.
“He was too hurt. We tried to get him medicine but then Doc got caught and it got risky. I’m sorry, Jack.” Specs stepped towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder but Jack flung it off.
“Don’t touch me.” Jack stepped back, towards the railing off the rooftop. He drew his fist back and slammed it into the metal railing, knuckles splitting. He knew his hand was probably broken. He didn’t care. Physical pain was nothing, nothing to the pain inside of him. He drew his fist back again and Specs caught his arm. Jack whirled around and shoved Specs away from him. “Get out of here, Specs.”
“Jack…” Specs kept his distance but reached out a hand to the other boy.
“Get out of here. Tell the fellas what’s happened. Tell them…Tell them Race is in charge now. Tell them to be good.” Jack’s voice sounded hollow. “Tell Katherine I’m sorry.”
“Jack, what are you going to do?”
“Leave, Specs.” Jack reached out and shoved him towards the ladder. “Go. Now!” A plan was half formed in the small part of his mind that wasn’t completely taken over by the pain, a dangerous plan. Jack watched as Specs climbed down the ladder. He grabbed one of his drawings and stared at it for a moment. The face of Crutchie stared back at him, immortalized in charcoal thanks to Jack. A smile was on his face, blonde hair tucked under his cap. Jack folded it carefully and tucked it into his pocket, along with the letter Crutchie sent him. He made his way down the ladder, anger fueling every step. There was nothing to stop him. They couldn’t hurt Crutchie, they couldn’t hold Crutchie as leverage over him. They had nothing, he had nothing.
Finding a police officer was easy. Sneaking up behind him and knocking him out, also easy. Stealing his gun and making his way to Pulitzer’s office, piece of cake. Jack’s actions were mechanical, he knew what he had to do. He walked into the building, Pulitzer’s receptionist letting out a little scream as she saw what was in his hand. He burst through the oak doors that led to Pulitzer’s office, the big strong doors he used to lock out the rest of New York. The doors that Jack never had, that Crutchie never had…
Pulitzer looked up as he heard Jack walk in, his eyes widening the tiniest amount when he saw the gun pointing at his head. “Mr. Kelly. Back so soon, I see.”
Jack tossed the money down onto the table. “Money back guarantee.” He replied, staring at the man in front of him with contempt. “We had a deal.”
“Ah.” Pulitzer leaned back in his chair. “This is about that little boy, isn’t it? Charlie?”
“Don’t you say his name. You ain’t got a right…” Jack’s voice cracked slightly. “He was worth twenty of you.”
“Be that as it may, he wasn’t strong enough. Just like you aren’t. Put the gun down, Jack. We can sort this out. Everyone has their price.” Pulitzer stood up and walked around his desk so he was standing in front of Jack.
Jack’s hand shook slightly but he didn’t lower the gun. “My price is Crutchie. You bring him back, I won’t kill you. Simple.”
Pulitzer stared back at him. “I can’t do that Jack. You know that. Be reasonable. Would Charlie want you to kill me?”
“Thought I told you not to say his name.” Jack’s grip on the pistol tightened again.
“Jack, we both know you aren’t going to do this. You aren’t strong enough. You don’t finish fights. You got those boys into a fight they weren’t ready for and Charlie paid the price. You left him behind. You started the strike, then left that boy Davey to finish it. You’ve been running your entire life and you leave everyone behind to clean up the mess. So now you’re going to be arrested and those boys will have to clean up the mess again. Typical.” Pulitzer laughed. “Go ahead, if you think you can. Shoot me. But we both know that it isn’t going to end that way.”
The doors burst open again and Snyder appeared, followed by the Delanceys. The two boys paled slightly at the sight of Jack Kelly wielding a gun but ran for him, tackling him to the ground. Jack fired wildly, the pistol getting wrestled from his grip by Oscar or Morris. He couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter. He failed again, he didn’t finish. He failed like he failed the boys, like he failed Katherine, like he failed Crutchie. He continued to fight, fist connecting with someone’s face. There was a gunshot and pain filled Jack’s left side.
“You shot him!” Someone yelled. The sound was far away, as though from another room. Jack pressed a hand to his side and drew it back to look at it. His skin was stained deep red. Red, like the rocks in Santa Fe. Santa Fe was where he was supposed to be, not here. Santa Fe with Crutchie, riding palominos like they always planned. He could almost imagine it. He let his eyes fall closed, his head against landing against the floor of Pulitzer’s office. The voices sounded further and further away, until Jack couldn’t hear them at all…
~
When Jack woke up, he was in a different place. He sat up slowly, a hand on his side. He realized the gunshot wound was gone, he was healed. Odd. He got to his feet and took in his surroundings. A valley, surrounded by red rock formations. He knew then where he was. Santa Fe. He noticed movement on one side of him and looked over, eyes widening slightly as he saw what it was. More specifically, who it was.
Crutchie rode up to him, sitting on a horse as though he had done it every day for years. He climbed off and walked over to Jack. No limp, no crutch. Jack stood still for a moment, then ran. He ran towards Crutchie, catching the shorter boy in a hug. Crutchie laughed and hugged him back tightly.
“Miss me, Jacky?” Crutchie’s voice was teasing, with a hint of fondness.
“A little.” Jack didn’t let go of Crutchie, his cheek resting on top of Crutchie’s head.
Crutchie pulled away after a few moments. “Come on.” He climbed onto the horse, pulling Jack up beside him. “Ridin’ palominos, just like you said.”
Jack nodded. “What’d I tell you, kid? Just hold on, till that trains makes Santa Fe.”
The two of them rode off, Jack’s head pressed against Crutchie’s back. He made it to Santa Fe, like he was supposed to, even if it was a bit too soon. Crutchie was with him. There was no Santa Fe without Crutchie, after all.
Just hold on, kid, till that train makes Santa Fe…
