#IDK IF HE ACTUALLY WOULD BE BUT JUST. I LIKE BLACKICE DYNAMIC. ESPECIALLY COMPARING THEM TO DITELINE DYNAMIC

[safyresky]

I want to say I AM INCAPABLE OF WRITING ANYTHING BUT FLUFF but we all know THAT'S a lie. I just. You're SO right about Valentine's and I've found myself thinking of blackice dynamic vs diteline dynamic and man, idk how you perceive Killian's relationships with Jack's fam, but in my lil head, Jacqueline was a little spooped by Kills when she was little, but now that she is MUCH older she absolutely adores him because of how he and Jack are. She'll happily join in their little tiffs and such on Killian's side just to piss off Jack, she just has a grand old time with it all and I love her for it 😂😂😂😂

MUSINGS ASIDE, Thank you for reblogging this AGAIN? I can't tell you how relieved I am every time you're like U DID MY BLORBO JUSTICE HERE. It's just VERY reliving lmao

If your Christmas prompts are still open, I wanna request #22. Holiday lights BUT! It has to involve Lucy in it. She is my girl :)

(25 Days of Christmas Prompts) (which yes, now that I got this one out I am STILL DOING! send them in if ur vibin!)

Lucy? LUCY? HELL YEAH. I stole ur blorbo too btws, I hope that’s okay given the uh, joint custody. IT’S MY WEEK NOW (/jk). I just think he neat 🥺🥺. Also this is why this took so long. I was so nervous about the blorbo, then i went into OVERTHINK M O D E like ‘oh god but now there’s not enough LUCY?!?! It was an experience. But then I realized THREE THINGS: A) Jacqueline ships BlackIce SO HARD, B) so does Lucy in my head at least, and C) if there were any two people to bully Jack into letting someone help, it’d be Jacquie and Killian lmao. I HOPE I DID THE BLORBO JUSTICE. ENJOY!

Holiday Lights

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call someone?” Lucy asked, frowning.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m positive! I’ve got it under control,” Jack said, dangling from the eavestrough. “This is all part of the process!”

Lucy strongly disagreed.

It had been very nice for Jack to offer to help her put up lights at her new place. Really nice! It was just. He wasn’t someone she’d have asked, personally. Her Dad would’ve helped! But he was very busy during the holiday season, which was totally fine. Lucy got it. Holidays made people come face to face with a lot of issues so, you know, therapy.

Uncle Scott would’ve been happy to help, too, but it was literally his busy season and she hadn’t wanted to add more to his list.

Charlie was on a hiking trip with Danielle for the next two weeks, and even though he’d have been able to just snap his fingers and poof! Lucy’s new place would be lit up (perks to being a Legate), the weather wasn’t going to stay this mild forever (Jack had assured her that snow was coming). She was a HOMEOWNER now, and she was determined to make it look just as cozy for the holidays as everyone else did on her street, before everything got all icy and cold.

And unfortunately for her, Jack was determined to help. Mainly out of spite, since when he had offered Uncle Scott had scoffed and that had started a whole. THING.

Lucy huffed, an errant lock of hair floating up, then down. “I can see if any of the neighbours have a ladder!”

“I don’t need a ladder,” Jack insisted, swinging his legs back and forth. “I just need to get back on solid ground and it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t think you should be swinging like that—”

A sharp, metal screech rang through the air. The section of gutter Jack was holding onto had bent forward mid-swing, pushing him farther away from the solid ground he needed.

“—because of that,” Lucy said with a sigh.

“This is fine,” Jack said, even though it was most decidedly not fine. He was even farther from the roof now, and the actual ground was. A little bit of a long way down. “This is exactly what I wanted to do.”

“Yeah, no. I’m calling backup.”

“Please, Luce. There’s really no need! I just need to,” he trailed off with a frown, looking down at the ground. “Ah. Right. No snow. Well, if I just…” he lifted a leg; the gutter groaned, sinking lower.

Lucy sighed, puling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts. “Unbelievable,” she said, swiping right when she saw Jacqueline’s contact on her recent list.

It rang twice before the younger, not-as-stubborn winter sprite picked up.

“Yellow!”

“Hi Jacquie!”

“Oh, hey Lucy! What’s up?”

“You’re brother’s doing some dumb shit and refusing to let me help him not be dumb, can you—”

“Girl. You had me at dumb shit. I’ll be right over! I’m just in line at Timmies.”

“Timmies?”

“Yeah, you know. Timmy hoe’s? Tim’s? Tim Horton’s? Canadian institution? I’m in Saskatchewan. Huge polar vortex on the go and I’m babysitting it. Want anything?”

“Oh! Tim Horton’s! Can you get me that smoothie thing? The pink one?”

“Sure! Does Jack want anything?”

Lucy looked up at the Legend. She almost asked; almost. But then she remembered that his hands were otherwise occupied hanging off of her eavestrough, and decided that stubborn Legendary Figures who refused help to prove a point to a fellow Legend who wasn’t even HERE didn’t deserve mediocre treats from Canadian institutions.

“He’s good,” Lucy said. “See you soon?”

“Yep, see you soon, Luce. Hi there! could I please get—” the line clicked dead.

“You did NOT just call Jacqueline.”

“I did!” Lucy shouted back up, chipper. “You’re hanging off of the gutters on the second floor of my house, Jack! And you’re being really persnickety about getting help, so who better to convince you than your younger sister? Younger sisters can be very convincing. I would know, I am one.”

Jack groaned, throwing his head back. The eavestrough copied him.

A few errant snowflakes breezed by, Jacqueline turning the corner around the garage in her work clothes, slurping an icy, chocolatey looking drink, large aviators on her face. She stopped beside Lucy, passing her a pink smoothie and looking up at Jack with a snort.

“You didn’t get me anything?” Jack shouted down.

“Lucy said you were good, and she had a point! Your hands look a little full right now,” Jacqueline shouted back up with a shrug, Lucy laughing around her straw. “So anyway. What the fuck are you doing?” Jacqueline asked. “Lady above, I sure do love being in the human world,” she added as an aside, Lucy laughing in response.

“My best! Which, need I remind you, Mom says is good enough!” Jack said, once more swinging himself back and forth.

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Jacqueline asked.

“Well,” Jack began, a bit gruffly. “There’s no snow on the ground and my hands are a bit preoccupied right now. I can’t quite hop down to the roof from here. If I keep doing this though, it should swing back enough for me to hop back onto the roof, and get that last corner.”

“He sounds very sure of himself,” Lucy said.

“That’s the scary part,” Jacqueline replied. She took another long, obnoxious, slurp. “I can just make a snow ramp for you! Or like, send you a wind!”

“I don’t need help, Jacqueline!”

She slurped again. “Lady of the Springs, he is being stubborn.”

“I know!” Lucy said, throwing her hands up, exasperated.

“How did he even end up. Well. Like THAT?”

Lucy sighed. “I don’t have a ladder. He said he didn’t need one and walked up the side of the house. He was trying to get that last corner, but we got rain overnight so it was all wet and yucky, so he froze it and—”

Jacqueline choked. “HE SLIPPED ON ICE?!?!?!?” She turned to the now very grumpy Jack, hanging away on the gutter. “YOU, JACK FUCKING FROST, SLIPPED ON ICE?! YOUR OWN ICE? THAT YOU MADE?!?!?!?”

“YOU ARE MY LEAST FAVOURITE SISTER,” he shouted back, the eavestrough groaning.

“YOU KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT!”

“He needs help, Jacquie. And he’s being so stubborn about it I called reinforcements. So what should we do?”

“He’s being such a wooden spoon,” Jacqueline scoffed in agreement. She slurped once more, sticking out a glowing hand. A steady stream of snow blasted forward, layering itself up and up and up, twisting and turning until it stopped just below Jack, glittering in the sun.

“JUST SLIDE DOWN IT!”

“I DON’T NEED OR WANT YOUR HELP, JACQUELINE,” Jack shouted back. He kicked his foot forward. The ramp fractured. The fracture grew bigger, cracking all the way down, smaller cracks shooting out to the sides, fern like fractals spreading out from the little cracks. The main crack hit the bottom, and with a loud POOF, the snowy ramp dissipated into a rather large snow bank.

“What is WRONG WITH YOU?!” Jacqueline demanded.

“What part of I don’t need or want your help did you NOT understand?!”

The eavestrough groaned once more, dipping down even farther. Jack’s hands slipped down a bit; he grimaced.

“Jack you are HANGING from a GUTTER,” Lucy said, hands on her hips. “I know you really wanna prove Uncle Scott wrong but don’t you think this is a little much?”

“No,” Jack said, the same time Jacqueline said “He definitely does not.”

Lucy sighed, shaking her head. “We’ve gotta get him down from there. Being nice isn’t working.”

“I hate that Jack and Santa are trapped in like, this eternal pissing contest where they just have to one up each other every time,” Jacqueline huffed.

“We’ve gotta like, one up the both of them. Or like, maybe try a different approach? We could embarrass him, maybe? Roast him? Annoy him until he accepts our help? Maybe even be mean?”

Jacqueline’s face lit up. “I have an idea,” she said. She leant in close, whispering into Lucy’s ear.

The redhead’s face lit up now, too. “Do it,” she said.

“I don’t like your tone,” Jack said from the roof, trying to slowly climb his way up the eavestrough now. “What are you two doing?!”

“Oh, nothing!” Jacqueline said sweetly, pulling her phone out of her pouch pocket. She popped the pop socket out, twirling it between her fingers before unlocking the phone, and scrolling through her contacts. The metallic blue back of her phone sparkled in the sunlight, the reflection nearly blinding Jack.

“That doesn’t look like nothing, Jacqueline!”

She slurped in response, scrolling through her phone until she found who she was looking for. She smirked, straw still in her mouth, and clicked call.

“Oh my god, Hi Kills! You would not BELIEVE what dumb shit Jack is doing,” she said, walking away, as Jack felt the colour in his face drain as fast as the crap that had been caught in the gutter had sloshed on him when he grabbed it to keep from falling in the first place.

“She’s not actually calling him, is she, Luce?”

“Sorry Jack, you forced our hands,” Lucy said, shaking her head sadly and trying very hard to hold back a smile in favour of a more serious facade.

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