For a writing request please can you write something harmony hollow s3 related about jack…maybe angst with callum or something I don’t mind just anything you want please because I’m so hyperfixated AND THERES NO CONTENT 😭😭😭😭 thank you for your service if you decide to do this I don’t mind if not
A/N: Anon, I would willing lay down my life for you. Also, Tumblr nuked me three different times for trying to post this helpppppp
Jack stands at the edge of the treeline, his heart and stomach churning.
Dawn was beginning to rise, the first rays of sunshine stretching their fingers across the sky and forcing Jack further back under the shade. He had come to spy on his opposing faction leader, but instead was greeted by the sight of Callum exiting the pastel home of one Scott ‘Dang’ Major. His fiancé’s eyes no longer glittered the familiar red-on-black that matched his own and all the other vampires’ eyes, but now shone with the piercing blue-on-white of his human times. The fox-man gives a loud and relieved laugh as he stands in the sun, warming his previously cold skin.
Jack slinks further more into the shadows, no longer hiding from the sun, but instead shrinking away from the sunshine of Callum’s blinding grin as he chatters away with Scott. Did he truly hate being a vampire this horribly?
The mooshroom halfling’s hands shake and, though long unbeating, his heart clenches as the sound of Callum’s overjoyed laughter drifts to his own ears.
He runs and runs and runs, ever thankful for his own forethought to bring a parasol when he runs out of trees to cower beneath away from the sun’s harsh grasp. Soon enough, Jack reaches a place once called a peaceful and loving home. No, not his vampire mansion. His canal boat. The place where this all started, the place where it was easy to remember when this began with ‘just a prank, bro’.
The old thing looks the same way he’d left it. Fang’s old doghouse is still out front, rainbow woolen sheep still wander and dot the countryside and wade through the shallows of the river, that silly little sparkle still floats in front of his old front door. It’s still all here.
Careful, Jack jumps over the familiar lily pad pathing and enters the canal boat once again.
The air inside is stale and dust swirls thickly in the air, kicked up from the gust of the door opening. The same dust and grime counts all the abandoned furniture. Anything that had been left in view of the sun was faded and damaged. Oh… There’s a leak in the ceiling, dripping water pooling on the wooden flooring just in front of the entrance to his dungeon. Hell, he can even still hear that stupid vampire cow puttering around down there.
All at once, everything comes crashing down onto Jack and the clan leader collapses onto the closest thing that he could count as a chair— an abandoned crafting bench with scraps of gold still left on the work space. His shoulders shudder as he struggles to not break down into tears over learning that his beloved, the one he had promised his undying heart to, had abandoned him and the others. And for what? A silly human?
His engagement ring burns on his finger and Jack quickly snatches it off, holding the offending jewelry at arm’s length with a boiling glare.
“Gods damn you, Callum!” The vampire yells, breaking. The tears stream down his face as he throws the engagement ring across the ship.
Jack isn’t sure how long he spends, curled in on himself and crying like a fledgling over this stake to the heart. However long it was, whether it be minutes or hours, it was long enough for someone to come looking for him.
“Jack?” A voice tentatively calls out with a creak of the front door. Jack’s heart twists again.
Nicola, the poor woman, was shocked to see her leader in this state, but to her credit, she doesn’t hesitate in rushing forward with questions of Jack’s safety falling easily from her lips.
The scarlet-haired woman’s appearance did nothing to help calm Jack. If anything, it made him worse. He and Callum had turned her together, matching bite scars on each side of her pale neck at the juncture of her lifeblood. She was something of family to them, even closer than the rest of the clan. It was hard to place if the familial feeling was sibling or parental, but it was there nonetheless.
“Jack, talk to me. Are you hurt? Why are you crying?” Nicola says, her deep voice soothing while a frown etched onto her face as Jack simply shakes his head, hugging the woman close.
It takes several minutes for Jack to be coaxed into a calm enough state to talk again, but Nicola is determined.
“C-Callum. He’s not a vampire anymore.” Jack manages to vaguely explain before his shoulders shudder again, biting back a new sob. “He betrayed us.”
Nicola’s expression shifts through a roller coaster of emotions— shock, betrayal, anguish, before finally settling on anger.
“Don’t worry, Jack. We’ll make sure Callum and the hunters pay for this. This will not go unpunished.”
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