#jack noir

The Seer of Light, her mother killed
Descended down, to where her blood was spilled
She was all grim, and also dark
And made less sense, with each remark
She’d then find John, and they’d fight Jack
Who would in turn, stab the Heir in the back
Enraged and saddened, over that attack
She cast the spells, of gloom and black
The darkness grew, and engulfed Jack
Who was by surprise, taken aback
The Seer used magic, beyond her ken
Which would astound, the wolf again
And thought the fight, was going well
For Jack’s defeat, there was no spell

-submitted by thefairywzard

Okay so this is the first non Sanders Sides story that I will be posting. It is a side story to another story that I want to make but don’t have the motivation to make. It maybe a long time before the main story is made.
This is after an accident for Jack “Spade Slick” Noir. He has lost his right eye and left arm. As he recovers, he is cared for by a nurse by the name of Doll Paint or Ms. Paint to everyone else. Over the time together, Jack starts to fall for Ms. Paint and vise versa for Ms. Paint.

Tags:@giant-tiny-ss

Warnings: blood, half blindness, severed arm, trollian romance, and possibly sappy love.

Word Count: 1,003

The world was blurry, nothing but fuzzy noise and searing pain. Horrible, horrible pain. His blood was spilling, no, it wasn’t anymore. It had been, from his eye and from his arm; on the ground and his suit. Hospital noises filled his ears as he slowly work up but soon he fell back unconscious. It would be some time before he would awake again.

He woke up in a mostly white room with a nurse giving him some kind of soup. She had beautiful pale skin and a chubby petite structure the kind that he likes; her eyes were this….pastel blue like the sky. Her hair was a light brown tied back by a pastel bandanna. It was colored pink but it wasn’t detracting for her. She was so pretty. He fell asleep once again.

Next time he woke up, he had some new weight to one side of his arm.  A metal arm to replace his old one, the nurse from before was still there.

“Oh you are awake.” Her voice sang to his cold heart and melted many, many, layers of ice. She was so perfect for his battle ridden soul.

“How long have I been out?”

“Only a few weeks Mr. Noir, the doctors thought you wouldn’t make it with how much blood you lost. Luckily, your friend with the diamond patch was able to donate enough blood to save you. He said something about always keeping up with medical needs.” He laughed; Droog was always one to be the most organized of the four of them. He would have to thank him, maybe get his favorite wine or get a pack of his cigarettes.

“Mr. Noir?”

“Uh? Oh, sorry toots, I was thinking of a way to thank Droog.”

“Is that your friend’s name?”

“Kinda, more like a code-name. We are the mayor’s secret force.”

“Oh, the Midnight Crew! Yes, I have heard of you! The mayor has let you claim the town as your own as long as you protect it. I only thought that was a rumor but then again, you aren’t very secretive about it.” The nurse laughed; it was like little chimes in the wind. Nice and sweet, it warmed his heart even more as she laughed. His face was warm from his blush as she smiled, “And what do you call yourself in the Midnight Crew?”

He smiled, showing off his unnaturally sharp teeth.

“My crew calls me Spade Slick. What is your name, toots?”

“I am Doll Paint, but everyone calls me Ms. Paint. You may too if you like.”

“I like Doll thou, you can call me Spade if I can call you Doll.” Doll giggled some more as Spade flirted with her. He was quite the charmer in a rough and rugged way. Doll nodded with a bright blush over her checks. The two chatted until Spade was tired; he was still recovering from blood loss. Doll returned to him the next day; she helped him august to his new metal arm. It was also strange to be working with one eye. Spade worked with knives so it wasn’t much trouble.

After Spade was released from the hospital, he and Doll started to go on small dates when each weren’t on duty. It was hard but the two managed. Doll was even showed to the other three of the Midnight Crew. Droog and she were like the parents of the crew, but, Doll was more taking care of wounds well Droog just babysat the other three. Doll found Duce very funny well Duce couldn’t understand how doll and Spade were dating. Boxcars and Doll weren’t really close but they did get along.

“GODS I HATE HER!” Spade slams the door to the high out open. He was greeted to the place being cleaned from last night’s brawl and Doll painting the walls a fresh coat of black. Most of his anger disappeared upon seeing her after that last mission. The other three walked in after Spade to see the lady of the crew painting.

“Oh! Spade! Glad you are back! I was just cleaning up, you boys made such a mess last night.”

“Sorry for that toots, we were right up and drunk to our bones last night. Thou that ain’t any excuse for what we left this place in.” Spade wrapped an arm around the lady’s waist. Duce sat at the newly fixed table and sighed.

“How was the mission?”

“It didn’t go according to plan Ms. Paint. We ran into Sn0wman again. She and Slick got into a small spat and almost ruined the mission. Luckily we were able to pull through.” Droog calmly stated as he sat down. He had one of his cigarettes in his mouth, his “newspaper” in his hand.

“Oh no, you aren’t hurt Spade?”

“Not by much, I won’t mind getting a massage later but right now…..I am just filled with so much hate!” Spade flopped onto the grey couch that was in the meeting room. It was placed there for when Doll was doing her own thing but wanted to be with Spade as well.

“Oh Spade, I am so sorry. What kind of hate is it?”

“It is a mix of “I want to punch her” and “I want to bite her tongue as we roughly kiss each other.” I don’t know what I feel for her.”

“Have you always had these feelings for Sn0wman?”

“I think? I just hate her so much that I love her? What sense does that make? I am so sorry if this make you uncomfortable toots.”

“No, no, Spade. I am in no way uncomfortable with talking to you about this. It is very healthy to talk about your feelings no matter how confusing they might be.”

 “Well I think I might want to take this conversation into the bedroom if you know what I mean.” Spade gave Doll the bedroom eyes with the double eyebrow raise. Doll giggled and kissed Spade’s cheek,

 “Oh, Spade you~”

Some doodles

Bwahbwahbwah

REMEMBER

HE WAS IN A BUBBLE AND “DIED” BEFORE

HE’LL JUST WAKE UP

STOP FREAKING OUT