#i love jack as a nickname for jacqueline

[revolutionsoftheheart]

her name could still have been jack, short for jacqueline, but really no one calls me that except my mom when she’s angry, so please, call me jack.

so what if jack had been a girl? would beverly have just gone with jackie or?? felisa? isabel? cheryl? yvette? some trendy 24th century name like emyi?

[cursed-princess-club]

Hellu, hi, it's a me!

We miss cpc, I miss cpc and so my mind has been frolicking about somewhere and a thought occured.

What do you think CPC genderbend names would be? Like ofc Whitney fits perfectly either way. BUT I wonder, what names would work bc my brain is currently not working and conjuring up names like Fredolina and Blainia for some reason.

I'd like to say I am and will never be good at naming things, my new pokemon file is proof of that.

I'm also curious about the harder names like Calpernia, which is latin and not as popular or well used as the alternative Calpurnia which is Julius's wife. But tbh I dont wanna call male Calpernia, Julius nor Caesar.

WAHH GOSH I MISS CPC TOO </3 it's been months... the blorbos will be back soon ....i believe in them...

(on the pokemon files: I FEEL YOU LMAOOO the way i choose names i just. go with whatever i think of at the moment)

mocha n' i did some brainstorming on this together... and came up with gregory for gwendolyn (greg and gwen both the shorter version!!), plus mario for maria and lorenzo for lorena ofc. i think it would be funny if jamie was just the Same with the added funny of the twins having the white names haha- BUT mocha came up with jaye for jamie!! which is awesome cause like it can be heard as just Jay but it also has an E at the end which is JUST like jamie

plaid princes time!! i LOVE bianca or blaire for blaine. blaire maybe more since it's only a letter off, but they both have that Rich Mean Girl vibe. or at least blaire does. bianca though ... i could totally imagine fitting with blaine's ogre of the opera look?? BIANCA: cool and dark and mysterious n shit!!

lance: lana, leia, lane, something like that i think works!! this is kinda a stretch but i hc lance's full first name being lancelot and lancelot -> charlotte ( because of the lot Ha)

FREDERICK!! there's fredericka obviously but i love the vibes of francine for frederick, feels very nice and bookish like he/she is. and the fran nickname!! :)

for prez we were lookin at names with cal and that brought us to Calvin and Callum and could you imagine. caesar does have some sort of symbolism narrative sense maybe but it's also freakin caesar like no wonder you'd prefer to be called prez at that point (I JEST) please envision caesar!prez constantly having to hear everyone's stabbing jokes on the ides of march

jack = jacqueline and leelathae = leeamtham, misheard as liam like how we got lilyth

hmmm that's all i got for now!! i'd love to hear what everyone else thinks :D

[dyinggoosenoises]

1. What is you middle name?

5. What is your favorite color?

7. Do you have any pets?

9. How tall are you?

25. What color socks are you wearing?

39. Do you have any scars?

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

44. Do you have a strong accent?

50. Left or right handed?

66. Do you like long or short hair?

72. Are you scared of the dark?

81. Can you roll your Rs?

89. Do you like your age?

91. Do you like your own name?

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

96. How did you get your name?

Omg thank you so much :)

1. Eleanor. My parents couldn’t decide between that and my first name, so they made their favourite my first name and their second favourite my middle name

5. Green but like dark green

7. Yep :) I have 2 dogs named Murphy and Winston, a cat named CJ, and a guinea pig that my brother named Midnight

(I know they do better with other guinea pigs, the other one died a couple months ago :( my brother isn’t ready to get another one bc he doesn’t want to ‘replace’ her, and we talked to the vet and they said she’s fine so we don’t need to get another one just yet. Also she gets tons of human interaction bc she lives in my mum’s office (for when she works from home))

9. 5’3 :/

25. No socks at the moment

39. I have one on the back of my right hand from when my cat scratched my that you wouldn’t be able to find unless you knew exactly where to look. I also have two on my right elbow from when I tripped in the schoolyard a couple months ago and tore open my elbow (I’m exaggerating, it was just a bad scrape), and I also managed to rip my favourite sweater and break my phone so :/

43. I can do a semi-plausible British accent but that’s about it

44. I mean, I don’t think I do, but to people not from Canada, then yeah I probably have a pretty strong accent

50. Right handed

66. On myself, I like long hair bc it’s a built in stim toy. On other people (especially girls) I think short hair looks wonderful

72. If I’ve just watched/read something scary then yeah, but normally not really

81. Most of the time. I’ve been learning n French since I was four so you���d think I could roll them all the time but it really depends on the word. I can not say ‘quatre’ properly for the life of me, bc I can’t roll the fucking r

89. I’m not entirely sure what this is supposed to mean. I like being my age if that’s what you’re asking? I don’t think I have specific feelings about my age?

91. Yeah I love my name. I’ve made two friends bc of it (we all had the same name) but one of them turned out to be extremely rude and the other was involved with some friend group drama so none of us are friends anymore :/ the only downside is that it means ‘princess’ which gives my Gramps a ton of ridiculous nicknames for me

92. I don’t have any baby names that I currently like, but when I was little I was set on naming my kids Jake, Jack, and Jacky (short for Jacqueline). I always cringe looking back at it :|

96. I don’t think there was a specific reason I got this name, my parents just liked it

(Thank you so fucking much I love answering asks)

[fearnotthedemons]

houndposting below 👇

the beautiful thing abt hound is that they’re very much the same no matter what universe i decide to stick them in. irish (or the fantasy equivalent), affable, competent, fit to burst with bad dog puns. from a broken home of some sort and raised by a loving grandfather. a frustrated youth that comes off as angry and only cools off with time and maturity and proper Outlets. attracted to big, sad, hairy men. they all earn the nickname hound one way or another and that’s the Heart of them but jack healy is what shows up on government documents. short for jacqueline? weird nickname for john? just jack? depends on which hound you ask.

the biggest changes are backstory, gender, and to a lesser extent physical appearance. hound fifa2020 is a boy and hound dragonage is a girl largely for game mechanic reasons. the hound that lives in my head is delightfully ambiguous (though it must be said that there is an element of fluidity and nonconformity to every hound’s gender). hound callofduty is the most difficult to nail down, and that’s intentional bc i think it’s so fun to fill in the extra details a million different ways, but my other hounds more or less have the same or similar physical appearance as seen in this post. love is stored in that nose 🙏

wayyyy too many backstories for one post so i’ll just blab about the Default modern day nonfantasy hound origin……. jack healy, born jan 19 of some year or another in kildare, ireland to seamus and catherine healy. their parents weren’t outright abusive, but they were certainly neglectful, so by the time jack turned 11 they were deemed unfit and forced to give up custody. jack moved in with their granddad, one kenneth healy, shortly after. their grandmother nancy, affectionately referred to as ‘nancy nan’, died years ago and auntie dierdre never came around much with her family so it’s just jack and granddad for the most part. they both really needed each other. together they manage the small, struggling family farm, sorting sheep with their border collie named bad dog. jack throws themself into the work and this new life bc it’s easier than dealing with their complicated emotions surrounding. well. Everything. and though they do eventually settle outside of their anger it’s a long road to get there. granddad gets pretty regular calls from school about jack getting caught brawling. in an attempt to harness their energy for good and not evil, granddad gets jack their very own border collie pup for their 14th birthday. they call her fly, and spend just about every waking moment training her up to work alongside bad dog…

unfortunately there is much more And i skipped over parts but. i will shut up now 💖 sacred hound lore be upon ye @meowtavish 🐺❤️‍🔥

[jackie-daniels]

basics

[olivia cooke, f, she/her] ever heard about [jacqueline "whiskey" daniels]? Out here on the road, they have a reputation of being [+courageous, +resourceful] but also [-standoffish, -untrustworthy], no wonder they’re called [the runaway]. According to local legend, they’re [nineteen] and when they pull up to camp not a soul can mistake the sound of [please please please let me get what i want by the smiths] following them. Some say they carry [a hand-me-down walkman, a tattered journal, and a rusty locket] and have been traveling with [the militants].

tldr biography (tw: child abuse)

on the road, whiskey is known as just whiskey. before that, she was jacqueline lucy daniels, named after her late father jack daniels and nicknamed “whiskey” after him as well. despite never having met her father due to his untimely death in vietnam, he’s the only man whiskey has truly ever loved. her mother, annie, married twice after jack. once to warren johnson, who gifted her with a second baby girl named montana, and then again to dale smith after warren passed in a mining accident. 

annie’s will to live was dependent on whether or not she had a man, so despite dale being the bottom of the barrel when it came to husbands—he was better than nothing. dale started abusing jackie when she was only ten years old. afraid of the consequences, jackie took every violation of her body in silence. she never told a soul...until she realized that her sister was being abused too. when she and montana came clean to their mama, she immediately left dale. but he cried and hurt himself and begged for her back until eventually, she gave in. and then things were okay for a bit...and then they’d get bad again. the cycle was never ending and annie did nothing to stop it. on the contrary, she blamed her girls for triggering dale to do what he did. 

montana ran away first when she was just fourteen. jackie followed suit shortly after at age seventeen. at first, she ran away with the intention of finding her sister...but when she realized how impossible that would be, her goal became to get as far away from home as possible. it was at this point that she became whiskey. she did unthinkable things to survive: sex for money, stealing, breaking and entering. you name it, she’s done it. the rules don’t really matter when you’re living on the outskirts of society, so whiskey doesn’t really care to abide by them. her future is uncertain...all she knows is that she’ll never go back to south carolina. the rest is up to god.   

full biography

jacqueline lucy daniels didn’t cry when she broke through her mama’s belly. everyone who had been in the room that day said she looked like a plum when the doctors finally pulled her out—a result of her umbilical cord being wrapped so tightly around her neck that it nearly killed her. in retrospect, jackie wondered if this was her body’s way of warning her or trying to spare her of what was to come. 

annie lee daniels brought her first daughter home without her husband at her side. he was in vietnam, fighting for his country like all the good men were back then. she’d prayed and prayed and prayed that whiskey (or jack daniels, if we’re talking legal names) would be home by october of ‘66...that by some miracle he’d be sent back in time to hear jackie’s eventual first cry. but no. so annie sent him letters and tried to fill him in on his little girl’s life as best she could, but the postman never brought her a response. it wasn’t long after jackie’s birth that her mama got the telegram. jack wouldn’t be coming home.

after losing the love of her life in another pointless war, annie was devastated and utterly lost. how was she supposed to raise a baby by herself? bitter and angry at the world, she helplessly packed up the house she shared with her now dead husband and moved back to greenville, south carolina, to the same house she’d been born and raised in. jackie’s grandma, aunts and uncles felt as much like her parents as her mother did, and back then? life wasn’t half bad...dead daddy aside. but then came warren. 

warren johnson was beautiful. everyone knew it—even jackie. he had hair as gold as the sun and eyes so blue and so kind they could make even the toughest men cry. it came as a surprise to no one that annie was smitten from day one. warren was a simple man. he was a miner and also a veteran who’d done a couple of tours in vietnam. most importantly, he was crazy about annie and jackie. he stepped into the role of ‘daddy’ faster than anyone else in the family could say ‘shotgun wedding.’ less than a year after they got together and married, warren and annie welcomed jackie’s baby sister, montana. at three years old, there was nothing jackie loved more than the gurgling baby girl her mother had brought home swaddled in a blanket. 

life wasn’t kind to annie lee daniels johnson, because just when things were getting good, tragedy struck. again. warren and the other men who worked in the coal mines had started talking about going on strike given the conditions they were forced to work in, but their bosses weren’t having it. and then one day, in the middle of summer, the worst case scenario became reality. jackie was too young to fully grasp what had happened, but she gathered that there had been some sort of accident at work. it had been bad. and now, daddy number two had joined daddy number one in heaven or wherever it was that dead people went. 

after warren, jackie watched as her mama became a complete shell of herself. one heartbreak was bad, but two? it was unsurvivable. as annie withered away, jackie got close to her aunt ruth, who helped her figure out how to take care of montana when mama wasn’t feeling up to getting out of bed. it was hard, but jackie did what she had to do. anything for her mama and anything for her sister. 

when dale smith came knocking on annie’s door, begging for a chance to take her out on one date, jackie was nearly ten years old. he wasn’t much compared to jackie’s daddy or to motana’s, but he got mama out of bed. that was something. one date turned to two and with a man at her side again, annie had a newfound reason to live. she married dale and finally moved out of her family home with her girls. they were going to be a proper family and it wasn’t long until annie was pregnant again, this time with a boy. 

the first time dale touched jackie was when annie was miscarrying in the backseat of his car on the way to the hospital. mama was nearly unconscious and jackie was in the front seat, in a state of complete shock, while dale reached over and did what most men did when no one could see them. after annie and dale lost their baby and the doctors told her she wouldn’t be able to have any more kids, things at home got bad. dale developed a drinking problem, which did nothing to help his anger issues or his inability to keep a job. the more dale drank and the harder it was for him to find work, the more he abused jackie. and it wasn’t just sexual, it was physical too. jackie never told a soul about what dale was doing to her. teachers and family questioned her about the bruises and broken bones, but she always lied. it wasn’t until the bruises started popping up on montana that jackie came clean and told annie. annie immediately left dale, but he found a way to weasel his way back into her arms. and then things would be good for a bit...and then they’d get bad again.

the cycle continued until jackie got to high school. once she was fifteen and started looking more like a woman than a child, her mom turned on her. suddenly she was a whore and it was her fault that dale did what he did. when montana got to high school, she got the same treatment. between the two of them, montana had always been braver. smarter. where jackie still had some hope that things would get better and that they could be normal, montana knew that the only way out of this fucked up situation was to take off. so that’s exactly what she did. jackie was 17 when she woke up and her sister had skipped town. she’d left behind her locket and a note that said you’re the only thing left for me here, but i can’t do this anymore. i love you. xx m. jackie never told her mama about the locket or the note. she let annie go on assuming the worst.

after montana ran away, everything got worse. annie became obsessed with finding her youngest, which meant she was neglecting dale, which meant he was fixated on jackie. given her age, jackie had started working at a local diner to start saving up her own money. it was her get the hell out of south carolina fund and it was her north start. jackie stored all of her cash in a shoebox under her bed, but one day when she got home late at night, a couple of months after montana had snuck out in the dead of night, she found the box empty. she knew immediately that dale had taken it, of course he had. after a disappointing confrontation with her mother about everything that had happened to her and to her sister since dale had walked into their lives, jackie decided she was done too. annie would never leave dale and dale would never stop. so, with nothing but the work uniform on her back and the locket and note her sister had left behind, jackie walked out the door to the nearest highway and stuck her thumb out. anywhere was better than here. 

life on the road was lonely and scary for a while. but things got easier once she succumbed to her bad luck. she started doing unspeakable things for money like stealing and sleeping with men who offered to pay her. eventually any trace of jacqueline lucy daniels was gone. a few months of doing what she had to do to survive and she was no longer the meek, innocent girl who still believed she’d find her sister somewhere out there. now she was whiskey, like her father. cold, strong, esoteric and independent. she knew the rules of the road and how to stay alive on the streets. 

now it’s been two years since she last walked out her mama’s door. she still wears montana’s locket, now rusted, but the note is long gone. she stole a walk-man from a fifty-something she slept with somewhere in arkansas and her crappy knapsack holds her journal, her most prized possession, but is otherwise stuffed with crappy hand-me-down clothes and mixtapes containing morrisey’s croons and janis joplin’s belts. she’s not scared of dying anymore. all she knows is that she’ll never go back to south carolina. the rest is up to god.   

stats

Athletics: 0

Burglary: 3

Contacts: -2

Crafts (Sewing, mending, basket making, weaving, etc. etc.): 2

Deceive: 3

Drive (like, actual driving ability): -3

Empathy: -2

Fight: 2

Investigate: 2

Lore (Kinda like knowledge): 1

Navigation: 0

Notice: 3

Physique: 2

Provoke: 0

Rapport: -1

Resourcefulness: 3

Stealth: 3

Will: 2

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[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

L&O Fic Recs (Mostly Kincoy)

Notes:

Fics are listed in no particular order outside of website specifications

Most of these fics are Claire/Jack, but not all (there’s also character-centric fics, some femslash, at least one niche rarepair, etc.)

If you read, be sure to reblog (Tumblr), kudos (AO3), and leave a kind comment (all platforms)!

The summaries for the majority of these fics are the same as were posted with the story; for the one or two that had particularly vague summaries or no summary at all, I provided a sentence

Fics are complete unless stated otherwise

I may update this list occasionally in the future :)

Feel free to reblog with your own additions!

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Red and Pink, by fighterkimburgess; Claire/Jack, oneshot, unrated, 1.4k.

It’s Valentine’s Day 1996, and Claire Kincaid is making big decisions.

you’re too tall, by serenasoutherlyns; Claire/Jack, oneshot, unrated, 210 words.

Claire looks up at Jack as she says it, her eyelashes fluttering, her hand coming to grasp at his tie, watching with satisfaction as his eyes darken.

AO3:

Mine Eyes Dazzle, by GilShalos1; Claire/Jack, four fics, ratings include G, T, and E, 38.4k total.

A series of stories all set within the same fanon: Jack and Claire, and Jack after Claire.

lovers lost in time, by lonely_is_so_lonely_alone; Claire/Jack, 13 chapters, rated G, 22.2k.

She knew it was crossing a line – crashing through a boundary they had set themselves in those first, slow, weeks.

Her head screamed at her. Not again. Not again. Not again.

– tracing the relationship between Claire and Jack, from their first kiss to their last.

it was more than worth it, by faerialchemist (me!); Claire/Jack, 2 chapters, rated T, 32k.

Claire shook her head, lacing their fingers together. “How about we lay down some ground rules?”

Jack chuckled. “Rules, huh?”

“Yes.” A smirk twitched at her lips. “If you come within six inches of my personal space in the office, I have permission to taze you.”

(Or: 7 times people found out about Jack and Claire’s relationship + 1 time people were told.)

love in rushes, by serenaclaires; Claire/Jack (ft. a smattering of other Claire pairings, including Margot/Claire), oneshot, rated T, 500 words.

Claire kisses him like he might disappear.

Takeout Lives (or, The Turkey Effect), by missanotherboat; Claire & Jack & Adam, oneshot, rated G, 2.2k.

“Most people wait until Christmas to let it flow – memories, guilt, joy, pain – but I should have known you wouldn’t be caught dead in a conventional depression.”

the lock that kept it dark, by serenaclaires; Alexandra & Jack, Abbie & Jack, Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated M, 5.3k.

The first few times, it’s the smallest glimpses. A flash of dark brunette in the back of a courtroom that is gone as soon as he sees it.

passionately, i’d say, by serenaclaires; Claire/Jack, one chapter, rated T, 1.3k. Ongoing.

Jacqueline “Man-eater” McCoy, Claire recalls the sexist but accurate nickname among the many the new EADA had acquired.

match point, by faerialchemist (me!); Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated T, 2.9k.

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Claire, Adam wants us to be in the office at 7 tomorrow.”

Claire bit back another sigh. “I’m well aware, Jack, but like you said—my car isn’t going anywhere right now. Not without a tow truck.”

“Then let me take you home.”

Claire stiffened, her traitorous heart skipping a beat at his suggestion. “I’m sorry?”

won’t you hang a picture?, by faerialchemist (me!); Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated T, 3.6k.

She watched in silence how his toned back, his firm shoulders rose and fell with each slow breath he took, the consequential snores causing her to bite her tongue to hold back a laugh. If only the court could see him now—the fearless, fiery Jack McCoy sleeping on his stomach with one hand under his pillow and snoring like a disgruntled cat.

Maybe it was selfish, maybe it was childish, but Claire reveled in the fact that this sight was one reserved solely for her.

(Or: It’s 3 AM, and Claire Kincaid finds herself thinking about Jack McCoy.)

come on, babe (why don’t we paint the town?), by faerialchemist (me!); Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated T, 2.9k. Part 1 of and all that jazz.

“Sounds lovely,” Jack said. He started commenting about the color, some stupid, quippy remark, no doubt, but Claire was only half-listening as she stood to slowly unzip her pencil skirt.

Based on the way Jack cut himself off with an awkward cough halfway through his sentence, Claire had a feeling her phone had picked up the sound just fine.

(Or: Claire gets ready for a night out. Jack listens in.)

find a flask (we’re playing fast and loose), by faerialchemist (me!); Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated T, 5k. Part 2 of and all that jazz.

Of course, Jack’s age hadn’t stopped a few beautiful young women—and one handsome young man—from approaching him with a wink and a casual hand trailing across his chest. One girl had curly dark hair and was even wearing a short red dress.

But none of them were Claire, and therein lay the problem.

(Or: Jack tries to find Claire on her night out. Easier said than done.)

come on, babe (we’re gonna brush the sky), by faerialchemist (me!); Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated T, 2.7k. Part 3 of and all that jazz.

Wincing at the stiffness of her shoulders and the thunder that continued to boom against the inside of her skull, Claire reached over to retrieve the folded paper.

It was a note, she realized upon closer inspection, a note scribbled in very familiar cursive. Its message was concise: You’ll need these.

Right.

Jack.

(Or: Claire wakes up after a wild night out. Jack is there, too.)

With Mechanical Assistance, by ememmyemmers; Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated G, 1.5k.

Too scared of his reputation as a man who sleeps with his assistants, Jack McCoy has hidden his growing feelings for Claire Kincaid for months. But one late night ride in the office’s ancient elevators might change it all… 

the saviours, by lonely_is_so_lonely_alone. Claire/Jack, Jack & Jamie, oneshot, rated T, 5.4k.

After Jamie’s disciplinary hearing at the end of Justice, she and Jack go back to the office for a drink.

Later, Abbie crashes the party.

And as always, things turn back to Claire, the ghost in the walls.

– Coda to 10x05, Justice

between friends, by lonely_is_so_lonely_alone. Claire/Jack, Jack & Jamie, oneshot, rated G, 2.9k.

After Jack walks out of the Grand Jury in 9x14, a old friend comes to visit him in DC

– Or Jack and Jamie talk about what pushed him over the edge.

three’s a crowd, by lonely_is_so_lonely_alone. Claire/Jack, Jack & Jamie, oneshot, rated T, 2.8k.

Jack and Jamie talk about the elephant in the room.

– post ep for Under the Influence (8x11)

belief, by lonely_is_so_lonely_alone. Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated T, 7.1k.

He doesn’t believe in ghosts. Nope. Not at all. He is Jack McCoy, rational down to cynical. He’s seen all the world can offer, right under the floorboards of humanity and back out. He doesn’t believe in ghosts but – but – there’s a ghost sitting on the edge of his desk when he gets back from court.

– Every time Jack McCoy loses an ADA, there’s a familiar face there to talk about why.

Principessa, by listentothewordsyousay. Claire/Jack, four chapters, rated T, 1.2k. Ongoing.

Kneeling beside her hospital bed, he had the sudden, deranged recollection of the prince kneeling beside Snow White’s bed. Some Prince Charming he was, he thought bitterly.

Mistletoe, by listentothewordsyousay. Claire/Jack, two chapters, rated T, 558 words. Ongoing.

He stood directly behind her at the bar, just close enough for him to feel her shiver when he spoke softly into the curve of her shoulder. ‘I like the dress.’

A Dinner in Hot Pursuit, by listentothewordsyousay. Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated T, 599 words.

‘You’re wondering what sort of man I am, too.’

Aftermath, by GilShalos1. Claire/Jack, 10 chapters, rated T, 998 words.

Ten drabbles – a different take on “Aftershock”

In Limine, by GilShalos1. Claire/Jack, 10 chapters, rated T, 7.6k.

What if fanfic and reruns are the afterlife for dead TV characters? Claire Kincaid discovers that her life isn’t what she assumed it to be. But is there anything she can do about it now?

A Bad Idea, by HandwithQuill. Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated G, 559 words.

Jack and Claire in the office on the night they become a couple.

Against All Good Advice, by castles. Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated G, 754 words.

Five Season 5 snapshots.

De Jure, by VelvetMouse. Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated T, 1.3k.

This job got more interesting all the time.

White Knight, by GilShalos1. Jack & OC, 16 chapters, rated T, 7.9k.

Jack McCoy pays attention to the people he works with, especially the women… Even those who don’t want to be noticed.

Set early in the 24 years McCoy worked in the DA’s Office before his first appearance in “Second Opinion.”

Casual, by shonn. Abbie/Serena, oneshot, rated G, 217 words.

When opposites attract.

Case Files, by eastberlin. Abbie/Toni, oneshot, rated G, 247 words.

Abbie is a neat freak. Toni, not so much.

city glacier, by kimaracretak. Claire/Jack, oneshot, rated T, 3.5k. Recommended by @sit-drink-smile!

There’s a comfort to the ritual, Claire on the couch with case files, him on the phone, even the open bottle. All they need is Adam to poke his head in the door and scold them for still being around this late, and it’ll be just like it was before. But they’ve outlasted him tonight, and the building’s late-night quiet seems empty.

[ On survival, grief, and vampirism. ]

all i need is a taste, by faerialchemist (me!). Margot/Claire, oneshot, rated T, 1.4k.

Claire hums in agreement, undoing another two of Margot’s buttons. “Even I could kiss you better than—better than what’s-his-face, I bet.”

It isn’t until Margot’s back stiffens beneath her touch that Claire realizes what sequence of words has left her mouth.

FFN:

N.B. I highly recommend getting yourself an adblocker before reading any of these, FFN is going down the tubes.

I Did It My Way, by defyngravity. Nina/Mike L., six chapters, rated T, 9.5k.

Nina Cassady is relaxing at a bar after a long day of work, hoping for some alone time. But someone comes in from out of the cold…

The Moment to Turn, by snarkhunter. Abbie-centric, oneshot, rated K+, 1.3k.

Coffee, country music, and contemplation.

Aftershock: McCoy, by Cirocco. Jack-centric, Claire/Jack, five chapters, rated T, 38.2k.

“Aftershock,” mostly from Jack McCoy’s point of view.

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[genuinerio]

SAME OLD LOVE ↠ 「 RUE BENNETT 」

Profile of Jacqueline Noelle.

NOTE: Sorry, I decided to revise my OC and change some things. So now, she’s Maddy’s sister and her name is Jackie.

ABOUT ↴

FULL NAME: JACQUELINE NOELLE PEREZ.

NICKNAMES: JACKIE, QUEEN BEE JACKIE. (everyone), MINI ME. (maddy), MISS INDEPENDENT, MISS THANG. (suze), JACK, BABE, PRINCESS, BABY GIRL, GORGEOUS. (rue).

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER.

BIRTHDAY: 20th November 2001.

ZODIAC SIGN: SCORPIO.

AGE: 18 (approximately).

GENDER: FEMALE.

HEIGHT: 5’7.

HAIR COLOR: BROWN.

EYE COLOR: BROWN.

STATUS: ALIVE.

EDUCATION: EAST HIGHLAND HIGH SCHOOL. (currently), JEFFERSON MIDDLE SCHOOL. (formerly, graduated).

OCCUPATION: HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT. (currently), CHEERLEADER. (currently).

FAMILY: TED PEREZ. (father), SONIA PEREZ. (mother), MADDY PEREZ. (sister).

FRIENDS: MADDY PEREZ. (sibling, best friend), KAT HERNANDEZ. (childhood best friend), CASSIE HOWARD. (close friend, formerly, later on), BARBARA BROOKES. (close friend), FAYE. (friend, housemate), RUE BENNETT. (close friend, on-again, off-again ex-girlfriend), LEXI HOWARD. (good friend), JULES VAUGHN. (friend), NATE JACOBS. (frenemy, formerly), CHRIS MCKAY. (good friend), ELLIOT. (friend).

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: BISEXUAL.

ROMANCES: RUE BENNETT. (on-again, off-again, ex-girlfriend), WES. (hookup), TYLER. (hookup), MCKAY. (hookup, potential former friends with benefits), DANIEL. (hookup, kissed), ELLIOT. (crush-by-on, eventual hookup), LUKE KASTEN. (hookup, potential ex-boyfriend), VARIOUS OF OTHER UNNAMED HOOKUPS. (currently).

ENEMIES: NATE JACOBS. (currently), CAL JACOBS. (currently), CASSIE HOWARD. (currently).

STRENGTHS: LEADERSHIP, CREATIVITY, CONFIDENT, INDEPENDENT, OUTGOING, ENTERTAINING and HONEST, PORTRAYING HERSELF AND PRETENDING THAT SOMETHING DOESN’T AFFECT HER AS BADLY AS IT DOES.

WEAKNESSES: PERFECTIONIST, FLIRTATIOUS (a weakness to Rue), OVERCONFIDENCE, CAN BE SEEN AS INSENSITIVE AT TIMES, PROMISCUITY, COMPETITIVE, SHE MAY HAVE DADDY ISSUES and IS SCARED OF COMMITMENT BECAUSE OF IT.

HOBBIES: ENJOYS BEING A POPULAR GIRL, FASHION, ART, BEING WITH HER FAMILY AND FRIENDS.

GOALS: HELP RUE ACHIEVE SOBRIETY (ongoing) and END NATE JACOBS, (ongoing), TO BECOME A FASHION DESIGNER. (ongoing).

PERSONALITY TYPE: ENTJ.

ENNEAGRAM: 3w4.

SEASONS: SEASON ONE, SEASON TWO.

APPEARED IN: 17 EPISODES. (currently, so far).

FIRST APPEARANCE: CHAPTER I. SAME OLD LOVE, SAME OLD BULLSHIT EXCUSE.

FACE CLAIM: DANNA PAOLA. (adult), ARIANA GREENBLATT. (as a child, younger), ISABELLA FERREIRA. (lexi’s play, season two).

FACTS ABOUT JACKIE:

1. The name Jacqueline means, “May God Protect,” and is from French origin.

2. Growing up, she’s maintained a very close bond with her sister, Maddy considering that they are only a few months apart. Maddy often cites Jackie as her “mini me,” considering of their striking similarities.

3. Despite the fact that like her sister, she is very popular among her peers, she isn’t quite how others assume her to be. In fact, Jackie is very kind to those who she cares strongly for and isn’t shallow by any means despite what others may say.

4. It’s very clear that Jackie holds a strong hatred towards Nate with taking into consideration his abusive behavior towards her sister, she believes that Maddy can find (and will eventually do so) someone better that is more suited to her.

5. Despite how badly she wanted to deny this, Jackie knew that the various fallouts throughout their relationship wasn’t entirely Rue and her substance abuse issues fault but rather both as Jackie suffered with commitment issues.

6. Jackie tends to withhold a very energetic and life of the party personality which with this personality trait, everyone enjoys amongst other traits. Another trait however, is her flirtatiousness, mainly, the only person who hates this trait of hers is on-again, off-again girlfriend, Rue especially at times when they are broken up as she gets jealous seeing her flirting and moving on with someone else.

7. Rue believes that she and Jackie are soulmates. She has also told her, personally a few times. Considering, she’s very in love with Jackie and has been since their friendship turned into a romantic relationship.

8. Despite their tumultuous relationship, Jackie and Rue have remained close friends throughout it. In fact, at times in need of comfort, Rue would call Jackie for them to talk as Rue sees Jackie as among the ones who had loved her regardless of her flaws, has always tried to help her and only wanted the best for her like others such as Leslie and Gia.

9. Jackie is the type of person who likes to keep her feelings, emotions and any further heartache bottled up and likes to pretend like a particular heartache didn’t affect her as badly as it did as she doesn’t see herself being very vulnerable.

10. Both Leslie, Robert, Gia and Ali love Jackie and approve of the relationship she and Rue share. They view Jackie as a very kind person and someone who is a very strong influence on Rue especially since she’s always been there for Rue despite the highs and lows in their relationship.

11. Although she identifies as bisexual, Jackie mentioned that it doesn’t matter when it comes to gender regarding a relationship whether romantic or sexual as she likes a person based on their personality and interests rather than their gender identity.

12. Like her sister, Maddy and close friend, Cassie, she is a part of the cheerleading squad at their shared high school, East Highland.

13. In spite of her popularity as well as life of the party personality, Jackie doesn’t see herself as much of a partygoer like her older sister, Maddy. In fact, most times, she attends the parties in both, Maddy, her friends and Rue’s convincing.

14. Despite the kindness to only those she cares truly for, Jackie also tends to withhold a very dominant personality and is someone who typically wears the pants in her romantic relationships.

15. It is quite known and has been pointed out by numerous close friends and loved ones, for example, Maddy has mentioned that her sister is a very competitive person when it comes to achieving her goals.

16. Multiple people have mentioned that they found Jackie to be quite intimidating as she has a very strong personality. Others like Leslie and Lexi enjoy this trait a lot as they find her to be quite a strong influence on Rue.

17. Jackie is a very goal-oriented type of person and strives to be very successful in every aspect and decision of her life. She tries not to care about what it costs even if it pains her.

18. Despite the fact that they are no longer together, Jackie still cares and loves Rue deeply that she continues to have her in her life just as Rue does. It is still her goal to help Rue as much as she can with remaining a friend and tough loving her as her next attempt.

[strongsassysexysloane]

Thirteenth Day of Twelve - An Epilogue You Weren't Expecting

A/N - Surprise to almost all. I wanted to write the teams reaction and I hoped I pulled it off along with other things...

. . . .

"Baby..." You moaned, as Jack crawled off you and headed for the bathroom.

She turned around with her hands on her hips, wearing only your hoodie and panties. "Didn't take you long to create that nickname."

"Shut up you like it." You smirked at her slight blush and she continued into the ensuite.

"You know I'm going to have to go home soon."

"I did not know this." You made it sound like it was the most absurd thing she's ever said. "What would posess you to do such a thing?"

"Shut up." You head the sound of flushing and then the tap. "As much as I loved spending the night and morning with you, hun. I need to get ready for work tomorrow."

You sighed, slumping back down into bed. You knew this was the inevitablity after spending almost the last 24 hours with her and only four of them were sleep. "fine. Still layout worst idea, ever."

"Well that's a lite dramatic." She smirked, standing in the doorway with her hand stretched up against the frame, making the hem of her shirt rise.

You knew it was her plan but to hell with being caught. Your eyes tracked from her feet up her toned calves, thighs that you could spend hours looking at and...

"Ahem."

"Please come here." You all but moaned.

"Ok but this time -" She walked slowly towards the bed.

"Anything you want. We agreed, now come here so I can kiss you." This time there was a groan just before Jack was in reach and you pulled her down onto you.

She left a few hours later before sunset claiming there were still chores to be done and washing to be put on. But you both agree of work wasn't busy this next week that.youd spend some 'school' nights over her place. Nothing was defined yet but neither of you cared. Whatever this was, was the best gift you'd ever gotten.

Monday morning came around and you walked into the bullpen. It looked like you were the first one into work, other than Gibbs, it was 0800. After you dumped your gear at your desk, you heard the laughter of all five of your friends walking down the main stairs. They caught your eye and all grinned like cheshire cats. You eyed them suspeciously until a certain beautiful blonde walked out of the hallway and jogged to catch them.

"Kasie you forgot-" She stopped half way down the stairs when she saw you and almost looked guilty.

Your suspicious gaze moved from the five cats to your Jack. "Okay, what the hell am I missing?" You questioned with your hands on your hips.

"Her gun is locked in the drawer right?" You heard Jimmy not so quietly whisper, taking a step back.

"Too many cameras for her to get away with six homicides." Nick added, taking a step closer to Ellie.

"Five."

"Five?" Jimmy questioned looking from you to everyone else, double checking his numbers.

"I wouldn't kill Jack." You shrugged with a smirk, locking eyes with Jack who had joined the rest of you in the bullpen.

You heard awes from you assumed Kasie and Ellie. Jack stepped through the group and came around to stand beside you behind your desk. She placed a quick peck on your cheek which you leaned into before whispering, "They all came to ask how my final present went Saturday night." She tucked your hair behind your ear before placing another kiss on your cheek.

You were meant to be smiling, she was being all touchy feely in front of the team and you had dreamed of this for months but you could only frown.

They knew?

"Here it comes." Jimmy took a step back, hiding behind Nick who was half standing behind Ellie.

"You all knew?!" You all but shouted.

The grins were back up except for Jimmy, you couldn't see his mouth.

"Known for a while actually." In walked Gibbs, squeezing past the group and sat at his desk.

"Wait he knew?!" You looked at Gibbs who was glaring at you. "Sorry- wait no I'm not. You told Gibbs?" You turned to Jack who was trying her best not to laugh but failing miserably. Her eyes always gave her away.

She intertwined your fingers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. While your other hand still stayed on your hip. "Told him first. Had to have an inside man before I left for NOLA -"

"So Elaine didn't tell you I ordered. Jack did." Gibbs nodded slowly. "Lucky I didn't interrogate her."

"I'd pay to see that." Gibbs chuckled, your glare didn't help.

"Tim found out next then Kasie and then somehow everyone else found out." She raised a brow at Kasie.

She held up her hands. " I did my best but Nick caught me at Y/ns desk and then everyone else found out." Eyes were on Nick.

"I'm still slightly offended you couldn't trust me to keep a secret, Agent Sloane." Jimmy stepped out from behind Nick.

"Oh please you couldn't lie to save your life." Nick pointed out kind of harshly but Jimmy swayed his head and agreed.

"No offence Jimmy but I really wasn't planning on telling anyone until I got called away to NOLA."

"Called away?" You all turned to see Vance standing on the halfway landing on to stairs.

You went to let go of Jack's hand but she held on tight. "Please don't tell me-"

"Oh I figured it out on day one." Leon smiled at you.

"Only because you saw me putting the chocolates on Y/ns desk, Leon." Jack rolled her eyes and Leon shrugged.

The others laughed, Tim and Ellie going and sitting at their desks leaving Nick to rest against Ellie's desk and Jimmy and Kasie to keep standing near yours. Leon continued on his journey to his actual destination.

"Now that the cats out of the bag can we get back to work?"

"Sure." Jack answered Gibbs and then turned to you with a big smile. "Want to have lunch with me later?"

You grinned, ignoring everyone watching you. "Just us?"

"Just us."

"It'll be-" Gibbs actually stopped. Stopped mid grumble at Jack's pointed glare.

"The sooner I finish my conversation, cowboy, the sooner she'll get to work. Plus work doesn't technically start for another..." She checked her watch. "Ten minutes."

There was silence from everyone. Kasie and Jimmy slowly stepped back, retreated to the elevator while Nick walked over to his desk.

"It's a Christmas miracle." Nick joked but soon shut up when Gibbs glare moved from Jack to Nick.

"I'd love to." You beamed and leant in to kiss Jack on the cheek but she turned and you connected with her lips. You heard a flurry of clapping from behind you which could only be Ellie before you succumbed to Jack's touch before it melted away all too quickly.

"I'll come down when I'm hungry and pick you up." She smirked, the twinkle in her eye only for you to see which almost made you blush.

You could only nod and she was gone. "I still can't believe you all knew. Even-" You looked down at the clock. "Still got a few minutes. Even Gibbs." You continued and saw a smirk appear on the bosses' face.

The hunger happened at just after midday. No new case for the team so Jack grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the office. Ellie couldn't stop smiling.

"Wait Jack-" She piped up and you both stopped walking and turned.

"Was Dinner the final gift or..."

You both smirked and looked at each other before turning back to Bishop.

"Or?" Jack raised a brow while.you stayed silent. To be fair, she hadn't really clarified it either.

"You know..." Nick popped up beside Bishop, waving his finger between you both.

You couldn't help but laugh, Jack however held her poker face strong. "I do know, Nick, and that's something you'll never find out."

You groaned and Jack looked at you, your cheeks flushing, knowing what was about to happen.

"See by not answering that, you've answered it loud and clear." Nick grinned, having bested Jack Sloane, sort of.

"Well played Nicholas." She conceded. "Now I need food and a makeout session so I can get my head back in the game."

You couldn't believe the words that flew.oit of her mouth.

"I said it and I don't regret it."

Luckily the elevator doors opened and you both hopped in.

"Don't hold up the elevator!" You head Nick shout before the doors closed and you both laughed.

"That's what cars are for." You mumbled before Jack's lips were on yours, your hands immediately gripping her waist and pulling her close.

The kiss didn't last long because you hadn't held up the elevator but it was enough for you never want to stop. You'd missed her. It seemed silly but not having her beside you in bed last night just felt wrong.

"Come home with me tonight." You breathed, as she stepped away and the elevator came to a stop.

She interlaced your fingers together and walked.off the elevator. "Miss me last night?"

Even though she was being lighthearted and teasing, you saw the hope in her eyes. "Yes and this morning and about half an hour ago...sorry."

She stopped walking, tugging you close, ignoring all the people walking around you on the path. "Don't be sorry. I missed you too." With her other hand she reached up and tucked some hair behind your ear. "Missed the little purrs you make in your sleep, the steady rise and fall of your breathing, the smile I saw when I woke up Sunday morning and the constant whining-" She laughed into the kiss but it disappeared slowly and time stood still.

"Is that a yes?" You ghosted over her lips, mission the corner of her mouth, then her cheek.

"Yes." She breathed. "Yes to tonight, yes to tomorrow and yes to me being.your gift and now the dinner."

You threw your head back and laughed. She knew how to perfectly ruin a moment but make it better at the same time. "I knew it!"

Jacqueline Sloane was the perfect gift. She was a gift to whomever she met and came across and you were one lucky son of a bitch to get to call her yours for as long as she'd have you.

. . . .

Unsure how far out of character Jack may be in this one but 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's my own creation so who knows what JS is like behind closed doors. Hope you liked it. I'll get back to writing other things now.

[crackinglamb]

17 Things

Tagged by @pip-n-flinx, thank you kindly.

Tagging @ir0n-angel, @fasterpuddytat, @ranaspkillnarieth, @pikapeppa, @dirthenera, @mrscullensrutherford, @wherethefuckismyshoe and @st0nergh0ul.  No pressure.

Nicknames: Most everyone now calls me Lamb or Lamby online.  Irl people, you already know what you call me.

Zodiac: Gemini.

Height: 5′4″ or 1.625 m

Hogwarts House: *shrugs*  I haven’t the foggiest idea.  I’m too old to have ever gone through a HP phase.

Last Thing I Googled: I think it was my local school district’s website.

Song Stuck in My Head: Remarkably, nothing at the moment.  Head empty.  I mean, unless you count the DA:I theme, because I was just playing a little while ago.

Amount of Sleep: I’ve been getting between 6 and 7 hours a night lately.

Lucky Numbers: 3. 

Dream Job: To never have to worry about a job again.

What am I Wearing: A camo tee shirt and blue capris.  It was a do household chores kind of day.

Favourite Instrument: ???  People have favorites?  I can narrow it down only as far as something with strings.

Aesthetic: I don’t know that I really have one.  I’m kind of the mom friend with sometimes purple hair that you do NOT want to piss off, whatever vibe that gives you.

Favourite Song: *immediately forgets every piece of music I’ve ever loved*  Uh...

Favourite Author: By genre: Sci-Fi - Jack McDevitt.  Fantasy -  Jacqueline Carey.  Romance - Karen Marie Moning.�� Mystery - toss up between Lilian Jackson Braun and Lindsay Davis.  Fanfiction - too numerous.

Favourite animal: Octopus.

Favourite animal sound: Cat start up noise.

Free Space/Random Fact: I have 7 tattoos.  Three on my back and four on my legs.  Four of them were done by my first husband, a very talented artist even if he was a terrible spouse.  One was done in Hawai’i while on vacation.  My first one was designed by a friend and took a total of 15 minutes to be applied.  And the most recent was for my daughter, who is my everything.

[safyresky]

Away With The Fae

Summary: Charlie is Stressed, and Jacqueline knows exactly what will help him wind down...a night out with the Legates! Join Charlie the day after as he tries to piece together what happened, and why he now has $1000 (in cash), new running shoes, and...red hair dye?

Based on a prompt I read on tumblr ages ago which I’ve put below:

Your OC just woke up in their living room with hair dye, new shoes, and a note with 1,000 cash taped to it. What happened? (from the which-oc-would tumblr: post/159733622744/your-oc-your-oc-just-woke-up-in-their-living) (I know charlie isn’t my OC, but my OCs would definitely be the cause of Charlie in this situation so HERE YOU GO)

Warnings: a sprinkling of f-bombs, several mentions of alcohol. Alcohol is a huge driving force in this fic tbh so if that squicks you, I’d recommend against reading this smile shot!

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Away With The Fae

Charlie's head really hurt. Like, bad. He opened his eyes and groaned—the light coming in from the front window was Not Good. Tumbling off of the couch and tripping over a box, Charlie fought the blinds closed and lay face down on the floor, glad for the darkness.

He wondered why he was in his living room. He thought he would be up in his room after his night out, not in the living room. And at the Pole, not his place near campus. The events of the night were kind of fuzzy. What was the box he had tripped over?

He rolled back to the couch and picked it up. It was hair dye. A bright red colour. He felt his heart race as he sat up and quickly ripped open the box; his relief when he realized that it was still full. He grabbed a bit of his hair and pulled it down towards his face—yup, still brown. Phew. He needed a haircut badly.

He put the box down and sighed, when he noticed a new pair of shoes on his feet. Why did he have those? Why didn’t he take them off when he got in? He pulled them off, trying to recall when he bought them and frowned. He couldn’t remember where they were from. He put them down beside the hair dye, which was all in a neat pile at the side of the couch with a note.

A note?

He picked up the note and gasped as he flipped it over.

"Holy shit."

Taped to the note was a huge wad of cash. He counted it out: there was one thousand dollars. Ten whole Benjamin Franklins staring up at him.

"What the fuck?" He whispered, putting the cash down and reading the note.

Hey Charlie,

Sorry about the hangover. You passed out after deciding to dye your hair. Jacqueline said we should do it anyway, but I figured that maybe it would be better if you were awake and not drunker than Bacchus to make that decision. We tucked you in and put the dye beside you. Feel free to text me if you decide you want to do it! I know a thing or two about beauty ;)

With Love,

Dite

Well that explained most things. Except for the money. And the shoes. He read the note again, realizing there was still a fold to the page. He unfolded it fully, a second part written below the neat pink script.

Hey Charlie boy!

You had a wild night, let me tell you. Sorry about your shoes, though. I hope you like the pair we got for you, now that you’re (hopefully) sober enough to appreciate them! I got the other two to pitch in and after a quick visit to the bank, gave you what we had on us at the time. I hope that helps kick start that payback thing, but my offer still stands. I’ve got like. A LOT of pirate treasure left over. Anyway, I hope you feel at least a little less stressed now!

Jacqueline :)

"A wild night, huh?" Charlie voiced. He leant against the couch, frowning.

He didn’t remember any of it.

He sat back on the couch, frown deepening. He would probably recall the night eventually, right? He hadn't been that fucked up...though another glance at the letter told him that perhaps he had been.

Well, first thing was first: he had a headache to take care of. Maybe that would help jump start his memories from last night. After all, he could recall how he ended up going out with the Legates easily enough...

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"It really sounds like you've got a lot on your plate there, Charlie boy."

"Gee, thanks Jacqueline."

"You need to cut that sass, dude," Jacqueline replied, frowning. She had come up North with her brother today for a quick visit, running into Charlie as she and Jack headed towards Santa's home to chat with him. It was nice to see Charlie at first, but then it wasn't so nice when she got a closer look at him. He looked like he'd been hit by an iceberg.

So being the kind person that she was, Jacqueline had asked what was up and, well, a lot was up. Mostly school stress, of course; this was why she and the other two had dipped after the whole shadows thing. They had been to schools multiple times and didn't need the stress it caused people in this century. Seriously, the amount of sprite sleeps she had needed second semester was wild.

"You’re right, I'm sorry. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. It's just���there's a lot going on."

"I know, you just told me. Girlfriend stuff, and school stuff, and Legate stuff. From one Legate to another, you should really chill out about the Legate stuff. Your Dad is the legendary figure like least at risk. He's very well protected—I would know."

"Right. The Dome. Ugh. I just want to finish this year and graduate and start living life, you know?"

"Totally. You know what you need?"

"A massage? A stress ball? A screaming pillow?"

"Do you mean like a pillow that you scream into, or a pillow that screams? I could get you a pillow that screams, though I don’t know why you would want that—"

"Jacqueline. It was the former."

"Oh. Good. You had me real concerned there, pal."

"Why on earth would I want a pillow that screams?!”

"I dunno, you’re the one who wanted it!”

“No I didn’t!”

Jacqueline frowned. “Anyway, what I was going to say was that you need to go out, have a drink or two, and just de-stress."

"I tried that already."

"But you didn’t try it Legate style," Jacqueline said, grinning in such a way that Charlie was immediately reminded of Jack and immediately concerned.

"What are you getting at?"

"Sometimes, Dite, Xander, and I go out and about and just kinda, you know, have some drinks and de-stress together."

"How is it different from what I would do with Cass and Brian and Derrick?"

"Because we're magical! We're headed out at eight tonight. We'll swing by here to pick you up. Sound good?"

Charlie had thought for a moment. It couldn’t hurt, he thought. What’s the worst that could happen while out with three super powerful magical people?

"You know what, yeah. Yeah! It does sound good. I'll see you then. What should I wear?"

"Casual dress. We usually go bar hopping in the Southern Province, so it'll be warm."

"Alright. Warm place, drinks with friends, some cool magical shenanigans…I'll be ready right at 8!"

"Cool! We'll see you then!" Jacqueline said, winking and disappearing.

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That was how it had started, Charlie recalled clearly, as he poured himself a glass of water and helped himself to plain toast. He sat back down on the couch, wrapping the blanket around him again and eating the toast, despite his stomach's protesting. He wondered if they had any Gatorade left in the house, and headed back into the kitchen to grab some (if there was any) as well as two aspirins.

Lack of food and dehydration taken care of, he popped the aspirins and lay back down on the leather couch, the surface cool to his touch and the couch very soft (as it was a hand-me-down).

That should take care of this headache, he thought, closing his eyes as the night began to come back to him, piece by piece.

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He knew he had felt some regret as he had realized what he had agreed to. But the truth was, studying had him stressed to the max and he had needed some unwind time—and time away from his housemates, of course. It was why he had been up at the Pole, after all.

So, telling himself that this was a good idea, and it would go alright, Charlie threw on a pair of shorts and a nice plain band shirt, and waited for his ride.

At 8 o'clock sharp when he heard the loud swish of large wings, felt a chill in the air, and remembered that really cool dream he had had the other night where he was James Bond, he realized that his ride had arrived.

"Hello, anyone home?" Xander called out.

"Yeah, just a sec!" Charlie shouted back.

"Jacqueline! Isn’t that rude?”

"It’s not like they lock the doors here at the Pole,” the sprite replied, sliding into the kitchen. "What up Charlie boy?"

"Why do you keep calling me that?" He asked, eyes focused on the note he was writing for Dad and Carol.

"I like the sound of it,” she said.

Charlie briefly looked up, skeptical.

“Okay, fine! You got me. I have not yet worked out a good nickname for you. Or at least, one that you would find nice. That’s all I’ve got at the moment," she finished with a sheepish shrug.

Charlie side-eyed Jacqueline, signing his note and leaving it on the table beside the cookies. He blinked briefly, because what he saw was something he was very not used to. Jacqueline was wearing shorts. Like, sorta short shorts. He had only ever seen her in shorts that weren't super short, mostly skirts, and more often than not her old fashioned looking princess dress. The shorts were light blue; she strode in casually, wearing a big hat and sunglasses, her white t-shirt loose and breezy.

"What?" she said, pulling her sunglasses down a bit and looking at Charlie, quizzically.

"It's just. It's weird seeing you in shorts. I'm used to the big princess dress, or, y'know, skirts."

"I do own pants, Charlie."

“My apologies, Charlie,” Xander said, entering the kitchen. “Jacqueline’s patience apparently needs work. And I thought it was just my place she barged in to all the time,” he teased.

“You guys always have the windows open, so I assumed that that meant you had a door open policy.” A pause. “Or rather, a window open policy.”

That got a laugh out of Xander. “I suppose I can’t argue with that—oof!”

“Charlie! Hello!” Xander was nearly blown over as Dite flew into the kitchen, immediately giving Charlie a very squishy, very tight hug.

“Hey Dite! Hi! I need to breath, just a friendly reminder.”

“Oh! Right! Sorry,” she said, with a very big smile. She landed, her wings giving one last flap before settling behind her.

"You’re good, Xander,” Jacqueline said, steadying the sandman.

“We definitely have a door open policy here as well,” Charlie said, catching his breath. “Dad’s off in the Workshop doing some post dinner rounds, and Carol is finishing some lesson plans up at the school. It’s just me. Well, and Buddy, but he’s been passed out for a while and Dad and Carol have magical monitors in case he wakes up. It took forever to get him to bed. He’s really chatty, so let’s hope he doesn't wake up before we leave.”

“Boom! Open door policy, therefore it’s NOT rude!” Jacqueline shouted, grinning victoriously.

“You have me there,” Xander said, hopping onto the kitchen table and sitting cross-legged. He was also dressed down, in a pair of shorts and a polo. "Ready to go, Charlie? We have a fun night planned. Once Jacqueline told us you were joining us, we did a little bit of restructuring."

"Oh geez, I didn’t mean to impose. That's sweet and all, but you really didn’t need to—"

"Nonsense!" Dite interrupted. "We bar hop usually, but knowing that you were coming I tailored it so that you could get the full experience, and not just bar hops. We're starting at our favourite little beachside bar for some singing and dancing, and then we’ll head to the Final Destination and most likely bar hop on the way there! Sometime between the two spots, shenanigans tend to ensue so we’ll see where the night takes us! Isn’t this exciting?!”

Dite was also dressed down tonight, too. Charlie didn’t see a single active weapon on her: just her charm bracelet. She wore short shorts as well, and a bright pink shirt with very poofy sleeves that sort of resembled her usual Roman wear, as Charlie called it. He had once called it a toga and Dite had given him quite the lecture on Ancient Roman and Greek fashion. He had learnt a lot that day, and had profusely apologised for low key calling Dite a prostitute. Which then had launched Dite into a whole other lecture about their worker rights and a whole slew of other issues surrounding the topic. It was a very full day of learning. A lot of learning. But way more engaging then his school lectures had been.

“That first stop is the one with the karaoke, right?” Xander asked.

“It is our favourite for a reason,” Dite replied, winking. “I probably should’ve been more specific. Whoops!”

“Dite, are you already forgetting the little things? We haven’t even started yet!” Jacqueline teased.

“Or have we?” Dite teased back with a wink.

“Oh my goddess, you absolute party animal, you pre-d?”

“Sorry to interrupt, but uh. This sounds like a really busy and full plan you guys have here. Are we going to be able to do it all?”

There was the briefest of silences, and then all three Legates burst into laughter. Jacqueline was doubled over. "Will we be able to do it all," she gasped, leaning on Dite's arm, the love goddess wiping away a tear.

"Of course we will!" Dite said, grinning.

"If you guys say so. It just sounds like a lot and you know what they say, Rome wasn't built in a day."

Dite’s face immediately grew serious. “Don’t get me started,” she said.

---

Gatorade in hand, a second one in the other hand for good measure, Charlie sat up on the couch, debating if he should trudge upstairs to his room or not. The house was silent, and weirdly clean—not that he’d complain. He assumed that everyone was out and about, seeing as how it had to be nearly three in the afternoon. It was Monday, after all, and the final week of the term. And although his Mondays were free with not a single class in sight, the others had their own stuff to do. Mondays were usually quiet. A relief, since he really did not want his housemates to see him like this. Why the heck had the Legates dropped him off here?!

His stomach flopped. I need to get horizontal, he thought, falling back onto the couch. He bundled tighter in the blanket, closing his eyes and hoping for sleep.

---

“—and that’s why Nero TOTALLY burnt down the city himself.”

“Can I source you in my essay?”

“I think it would depend on your prof and how credible they think “Source: Hedone, Goddess of Pleasure, who was there” would be,” Dite said with a giggle. “Oh! Have you eaten yet, Charlie?”

“Uh, like an hour or so ago I had a small dinner.”

“Oh! Good! That means you’re probably starving. Humans have to eat every three hours or so, correct?” Xander asked, brushing snowflakes off of him. Jacqueline had poofed them over to their very first stop for the night, resulting in a spattering of snowflakes all over the four Legates.

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Excellent!” Dite said, with an excited clap. “Because guess what lives across the street from our first stop?”

“Uh…a restaurant?”

“Food AND drinks! Let’s motor,” Dite said, stirring up quite the breeze as she hovered over to the left most building.

“What about the karaoke place?”

“Can’t get decently drunk on an empty stomach,” Jacqueline said, breezing in behind Dite, who had already run to the hostess.

“Come now Charlie, let’s go! This place will barbecue anything.”

“Anything?” Charlie asked.

“Anything!”

Sure enough, as they were seated and Charlie had his first drink, he discovered that yeah, they would barbecue anything. Even if it wasn’t edible, just for “funsies”, as their waiter said. They barbecued all sorts of foods, including ice cream, which Charlie and Jacqueline had an absolute riot over. Their bellies full and dessert on their brains, they all did a round of shots.

“To a good night!” Xander said.

The glasses clinked. They cheered. Four shot glasses slammed down onto the wooden table at the same time, a second round ordered.

That’s when the night really began.

---

Hand shaky, Charlie pulled the handle and flushed the toilet. He fell forwards onto the blanket with a soft thunk, drowned out by the rush of the toilet bowl draining and refilling.

The toast was a bad idea. He was absolutely fucked up today, he was realizing. The real question now was, had it been worth it?

He thought of the barbecued ice cream. Totally worth it, he thought.

I disagree, said his stomach, as Charlie found himself staring into the toilet bowl all over again.

---

By the time they finally made it to the beachside karaoke bar, Charlie was absolutely, without a doubt, whatever was between tipsy and drunk.

His recollections were fuzzy now, but he had decent memories of the night before, as he thought about it. It probably had to do with Crystal Springs being the home of the literal source of all magic. The other Legates seemed alright. Dite was definitely buzzed. Jacqueline was without a doubt at least tipsy. Xander seemed okay, though.

“Here we bar!” Xander said. “It’s our favourite are!”

“You mean here we are, it’s our favourite bar?” Jacqueline asked.

“That’s what I said,” Xander replied.

So Xander was also somewhere between tipsy and buzzed, Charlie had thought. He laughed.

“Why is this the favourite bar?” Charlie asked.

“I am so glad you asked!” Dite replied. “The best mixed drinks, the most pleasant atmosphere, it’s right beside the BEACH! AND! It has KARAOKE! WHO’S COMING WITH ME FIRST?” Dite asked. “JACQUELINE, THANKS FOR VOLUNTEERING!”

“I didn’t—”

But the protest was lost as Dite grabbed her hand and flew to the stage, Jacqueline dangling behind her. Charlie and Xander claimed some bar stools and ordered some drinks, watching the duo sing their hearts out, to much applause and singing along!

“Better buck up, Charlie boy! One of us is going to be next.”

“I can buck up alright,” Charlie said and, with the confidence only a drunk teen could have, stood up and yelled, “SHOW ME YOUR BELLY BUTTON, XANDER!”

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Bartender! An tequila, please!”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Xander said. “Why do you need my belly button?” The sandman looked mortified, his hands unconsciously pulling his shirt down.

“Body shots, duuuh.”

“No thank you.”

The tequila appeared on the counter. “Suit yourself,” Charlie said, grabbing the tequila and pouring it into one of the empty shot glasses. He downed it, then a second one, then a third one.

“See? I BUCKED UP!”

“I am thoroughly disgusted and yet, oddly impressed.”

“Shanks!”

“Wou’re Yelcome! Wait. That didn’t sound right.” Xander looked perplexed.

“I need a HERO! I’m looking out for a HERO TIL THE END OF THE NIGHT! An’ she’s gotta be fast and she’s gotta be strong and she’s gotta be larger than li—woOP she got me!”

Jacqueline was laughing as Dite grabbed her from behind and swopped her around. Charlie squinted.

“She’s like a sack of potatoes to you, isn’t she?”

“Mmmmm not quite! More like an oddly cold body pillow? A small weighted blanket? No no no those are definitely heavier.”

“Dite is BUFF!” Jacqueline said. “And LARGER THAN LIFE!”

“Well I CAN be but then Charlie’d go insane.”

“Whaddaya mean? Demigods don’t make people go insane, my classics prof said so.”

“FIRST of all,” Dite began, putting Jacqueline down. “If it’s still Carson, he doesn’t know a thing about a thing, okay? SECONDLY, I’m a full goddess! A very minor one but godly on BOTH sides! SURE Mom was HUMAN when I was a FETUS but she’s ALSO A GODDESS now and BECAME one BEFORE I was born so THERE.”

“Oh my god, Dite, have you ever,” Charlie paused to laugh, “Have you ever looked at some dude you’re beating up. And like. And just frosting said this isn’t even my final form and then frosting gone all super sayan and made them go insane?” He was practically choking on laughter now, though something seemed...weird.

Dite frowned. “No, I don’t think so. But I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m messing somebody up!”

“You could mess me up and I’d thank you,” Jacqueline said. She held an orange drink with a little umbrella in her hand. She stared at it intently, the liquid becoming slushier. “Heh. Nice.”

“That makes no sense,” Xander said, looking up from a pyramid of empty shot glasses he had been building. “Why would you thank her for messing you up? I’d be very upset if someone messed me up.”

“Because she’s a pretty badass.”

There was a pause while Xander failed to understand.

“I’m more even confused now!”

“Xander, have some water,” Jacqueline replied. She squirmed out of Dite’s grip and grabbed a glass, magically filling it up with ice.

“There’s no glass in this water.”

“That sounds like a good thing,” Charlie replied.

“Xander I know a perfect song for your confused butt, let’s go,” Dite said, grabbing Xander and rushing off, the young man practically airborne with how fast she was going.

“My pyramid!” He shouted behind him, as the shot glasses fell.

Charlie tried to lurch forwards to stop them from falling and breaking, but only succeeded in causing a dizzy spell and falling off of his stool and into something cold.

“Good thing those are plastic,” Jacqueline said.

“Oh, you’re the something cold!”

She snickered. “I think you need some water too, ginger baby.”

“Ginger baby?”

“Cause Santa is like. A gingerbread man and you’re like. A tiny Santa. What’s the word, it’s my literal job—”

“Legate?”

“YEAH! THAT! Thanks, Charlie. Here’s some water.”

“No, YOU.”

“I’ll have you know this smoothie has none alcohol in it!”

“Still not water,” Charlie said, downing his. Mmm. Refreshing, he thought.

“I make ‘em that way,” Jacqueline replied, wiggling her fingers.

“Oh, I said that out loud?”

“Yeah buddy. Man, you need to get your sleet together.” She leant in close dramatically. “You’re next,” she said. Charlie had nearly paled before noticing her tilt her chin towards Dite and Xander, who were loudly singing along to Short Skirt, Long Jacket.

“That’s like. The least of my tinsel that needs to be put together. I am so frostbitten stressed out Jacquie.” That also sounded weird to him. Why did that sound weird?

“Excuse me bartender, could I get another orange smoothie thing?”

“Of course! Shall I put it on Mr. Frost’s tab?”

Jacqueline snickered. “Yes, absolutely! He’ll pick it up next time he’s in.”

The bartender nodded and brought the smoothie over asap. Jacqueline slid it towards Charlie. “Now dish, Charles.”

“That’s not my name.”

“Really? Your parents just. Named you Charlie?”

“Yeah? What’s so bad about that? I like my name, thank you very much!”

Jacqueline was suddenly very interested in her drink. “You were saying? About how stressed you were? Talk to me, Charlie.”

---

And he had gone OFF, Charlie remembered. He buried his head in his pillow, his comforter cocooned around him. He curled up in his bed, pretty sure that he had nothing left to throw up. The nausea was subsiding, for the most part. As was the haze over the night. He felt his cheeks getting red with how much he had told Jacqueline!

He had gone off about the workload he had this year, and the two reports he had due the same day as a take home exam. That had led into how he couldn’t find a spot to study on campus and he never had that problem back in community college, and how when he tried to study at home his housemates SOMEHOW managed to mess it up. And that had opened up a whole other bag of worms about chores not getting done and dishes being left around and the dog versus cat fight between Cass and Derrick. Which had led into him lamenting how much he missed Danielle, and how stressed he was that he barely had time to see her and how he was trying very hard to hide the fact that his Dad was fucking Santa Claus and then drunk Charlie had decided that then and there was a good time to differentiate the different ways you could say the word “fuck” and it was mortifying.

He recalled several smoothie things going down the hatch, and Dite and Xander popping back in before popping back out—some magibeans had cornered Xander and wanted to see the dream sand do its work and Dite had somehow found a dart and was watching one couple with interest and woah there, he said to himself. These thoughts were becoming incredibly run on.

“Alright Charlie, deep inhale…and hold…and exhale. Breath. Good. It’s fine! It’s really not that embarrassing and Jacqueline would have told me if she didn’t want to hear it…right?”

He closed his eyes, and his train of thought and recollections from last night began to blur together.

---

“Dude, I know that your dad isn’t frosting Santa Claus and that he is Santa and the frost was just added for flavour. I may be censored by magic, but I know my way around the f-word pal.”

“Gosh Jacqueline, I’m just so stressed and TIRED and like. ONE MORE SEMESTER and then I’m DONE and I can take up residency up North with Dad—oh dang. I’m gonna have to pay back my student loans!” Charlie made a very odd noise in his throat, that sounded like a scream that had screamed far too soon. “That’s so many monies!”

“Like, how much monies? I have a huge collection of pirate booty in my closet, do you want me to help you at all—”

Charlie’s hand shot up, and landed on Jacqueline’s entire face. “Sssshhhhh, It’s FINE! It’s my responsibility I gotta take it! And do it myself!”

“Alright, alright, chill out,” Jacqueline said, picking up his wrist and dropping his hand. “Look Charlie, you’re almost done! You’re so close! And your last semester is next right? Or do they do quarters…”

“’s semesters and ye, you’re right, but like. It's just a lot, you know? Do you know?”

“Charlie I may be old as sleet but I know, dude. I’ve been around, experienced stuff, whatever. Anyway, you got a lot going on. It frostbitten sucks pal. Next one’s on me, alright?”

“Oh kay, cool cool cool cool cool.”

“I GOT THEM!” Dite said, flying over to the pair and stirring up quite the breeze. “Look at them CUDDLE!” she nearly squealed with excitement. Sure enough, the couple from earlier was getting really cozy in the booth.

“Nice one, Dites.”

“Thank you, Charlie! It’s ma job,” she said, with a wink.

“A fruity one for the lady? Make it pink?” Jacqueline asked the bartender.

“Sure thing,” he said, zipping away. A pink smoothie arrived around the same time Xander did, dusting dream sand off of his pants.

“It really sticks to non-dream sand clothes,” he murmured. “Miss did I what?”

“I’ll catch you both up,” Jacqueline said gently.

Charlie was chewing his straw. He wasn’t paying attention to what Jacqueline was saying. He was too busy thinking about everything he had just told Jacqueline, and also wondering where Dite had gotten the dart from, and there was something…else brimming just below the surface that he didn’t quite understand. He ordered an old fashioned and was nearly halfway through it when a tap on his shoulder broke him out of his silent thoughts.

“Hey Charlie,” Dite said softly, smiling sweetly. “It’s your turn.”

“For what?”

“Karaoke of course! And since this is your first time out with us, I’ll let you pick the song,” she said, winking and leaning in close.

Charlie started laughing the moment the thought came into his head. “Do you know…fff…d’you know. What would be….fffhAhaHA…so god dang funny??” he broke down into a giggle fit.

“What would?”

He whispered it into Dite’s ear, laughing now. She grinned, wings fluttering. “Let’s go let’s do it RIGHT NOW—Jacqueline, you’re gonna LOVE this!”

And Charlie had been rushed away by the goddess, Xander and Jacquie sharing a look. Charlie had made sure to look directly at the pair as the song he had so carefully chosen rang out around the bar. A collective groan resounded. Jacqueline snorted, blue smoothie coming out of her nose. Xander brightened—quite literally.

“I song this love!” he shouted. “Good choice, Charlie!”

“WE’RE NO STRANGERS TO LOOOOOVE,” Charlie belted out. “YOU KNOW THE RULES AND SOO DO I!”

They had only just made it to the course when the bouncer came over. “NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWWWWN,” Charlie remembered singing as the large orc stopped at the base of the stage. He was confused, and kept singing, glancing over to the other two Legates. Jacqueline was doubled over, coughing and laughing; Xander was hitting her back.

“Can we at least finish the song?” Dite asked the orc.

“…alright, fine.”

“NEVER GONNA TELL A LIE, AND HURTT YOU!”

The song ended and the Orc waited for them by the stairs. He put a firm hand on each shoulder. “Our policy states that when the rick rolling starts, you’ve had too much. Great rendition though, one of the best I’ve heard. We’ll be seeing you Legates, yeah?” he said as they passed through the door.

“Of course!” Dite said. “See you next time, Fred!”

Fred the Orc nodded, popping back in and coming out with Xander and Jacqueline, who was still laughing.

“You frostbitten RICK ROLLED them! I’m dying that was hilarious!”

“I never understood that policy,” Xander said as he was placed down. “It’s a good song.”

“Xander do you know what a meme is?” Charlie asked.

“Pardon me?”

---

Charlie chuckled, curled up in his bed. That had been. Hilarious and he definitely didn’t regret that. Though it was a good policy for cutting people off, he thought. He couldn’t quite recall how he had explained the concept of a meme to Xander, but sometime between the start of his explanation and the end, they had made it to their final stop of the night.

---

At first, he wasn’t sure if it was his sight or just the way the place looked. But as they approached, Charlie realized it was, in fact, the way this club looked.

It was like nothing he had ever seen before. The building was surrounded by sand—as most things in the Southern Province were, Charlie was learning—and completely open concept. There wasn’t even a DOOR, it was just an archway with two burly nearly human looking people blocking it. He squinted. They kind of had wolfish features…oh! OH!

“Dude,” Charlie whispered to whoever was beside him. “Are those werewolf guards? Werewolves are REAL?!”

“Well yes, of course they’re real! They’re as real as you or me, Charlie. And nearly look just as human as us!”

Charlie did a triple take to see who was at his side. “Whaddabout your wings? That’s not very human looking.”

“Or is it?” Dite teased.

Charlie squinted, nearly crashing into one of the guards. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it kid. ID please?”

“Oh…uh…” Charlie pated his pockets before pulling out his wallet. “Here. I’m not from here but I swear my ID is real and not a fake.”

“Don’t worry about it, we see magibeans from all over, kid. Looks good, here you go. And here’s your glow bracelet—that’ll let you move in and out of the place freely. Enjoy!”

“And don’t forget the complimentary sunglasses if you folks are prone to eyestrain or seizures,” the other guard said, holding out four pairs of sunglasses.

Jacqueline and Dite pulled out their own. Xander grabbed a pair, thanking the guard, and passed one over to Charlie.

They walked in and Charlie had to lift his jaw from the floor. The music was loud, and there were magibeans everywhere from all over, just like the guard had said! There were the usual fairies and pixies, and an elf or two here and there, and a whole host of other beings! Two dragons were flying around above everyone, glow bracelets all over their wings and scales and legs, intertwining with each other to the beat of the music. The building didn’t have a roof, but it had several levels of dance floor, covered with magibeans. The structures were dark but the floors were flashing all sorts of colours. Lights on the walls moved about, in all sorts of colours, going in and out of each other and shining throughout the different parts of the club.

Charlie threw on his shades, glad Xander had grabbed them for him. “Guys I am losing my MIND-O!”

“I just gave you happening, that should NOT be sunglasses!”

“No like not literally! I’m just. This really is tons of fun and so different and colourful and the breeze through the building? That’s excellent! This is excellent! Thank you so, soo much guys I am APPRECIATE!”

“You’re welcome Charlie! We’re so happy to have you with us tonight!” Dite said, her wings fluttering happily. She squished her hands together, the biggest grin on her face.

“What did I tell ya, Charlie boy-o? Legate style,” Jacqueline said with a silly little shoulder shimmy.

“This place needs some DREAM SAND,” Xander shouted, and suddenly the place was covered in golden sand, revealing the structure to be not as dark as Charlie had initially thought, and a little bit on the rocky side of things. The dream sand wove through the crowds, taking on different shapes and forms as each dancer touched it. It glinted in the lights, leaving the place hazy. Cheers erupted all around. “What are we waiting for, Legates? Shall we?”

Time blurred together as Charlie danced his butt off. Drink stations were all over the place, people moving freely in and out to enjoy the sand and the water just outside. The breeze running through the place took the edge off of the heat, and offered a nice respite when Charlie had tuckered himself out from dancing. He wandered to one of the open archways, enjoying the view. The moon was up in the sky, shining brightly down on the ocean. The water glinted, reflecting all of the stars in the sky, the icebergs in the distance tall shadows floating across the backdrop.

“Now that is a view I could get used to.”

“The icebergs really make it,” Jacqueline added, joining Charlie. She leaned on the other side of the archway, sipping a tall cold glass of something clear (Charlie was unsure if it was water or more alcohol).

“Dude, how are we not like DEAD right now? We have had. Many alcohols. I mean you guys are all magic so like, you don’t die of alcohol? But how am I not dead. Of alcohol.”

“Well, for starters don’t be so down on yourself. You’re a magihuman, after all. A human who’s magical, that is. So that definitely plays a part. They've also been giving you water all night. They're really good about that here, since it tends to be the final destination for most of the party goers—hence the name! The Final Destination! Plus, the mist from the springs gets EVERYWHERE and since the source of magic is here, that is, in the springs, and the water is all over the place, I think it helps curb the copious amounts we drink? I’ll definitely sleep more than four hours tonight let me tell you, and I’m sure this is going to knock out Xander.”

“Like the time with the coffee!”

“Yeah! That was funny, right into the tray—”

“The mashed potatoes went ALL OVER JACOB!”

“It’s what he deserved,” Jacqueline added, as Charlie laughed. “Anyway! Xander may be the Sandman who never sleeps, but he can sleep and will after this. He’ll make his old man proud with the amount of snoring he’ll be doing tomorrow, that’s for sure.”

“Heh. Nice.” Charlie drank more drink. Water good he thought.

“Want me to top you off?” Jacqueline said, wiggling her fingers. Ice cubes appeared in the cup.

“Thanks,” Charlie said, scanning the beach as he slurped from the straw. The ice melted FAST here. He scanned past the people standing in the waves gently lapping the shore, the handful of younger fae who may or may not have been skinny dipping, some outside dancers, a group of witches playing volleyball, a huge group of people surrounding a path of coals—wait, what?

"Is that a—are they walking on FIRE?!" Charlie said, straw from his drink still in his mouth.

"Yeap," Jacqueline replied. "It's a big thing in the South. It's used for tons of stuff. Healing, team building, confidence building, rite of passage—I think they're doing it for entertainment right now," she finished, squinting. "Or team building—Charlie? Where are you going?"

He had already crossed the room and was at the archway entrance. "I'm gonna WALK ON THOSE COALS!"

"Wait a minute Charlie, wait a minute!"

He heard a scrape and felt a rush of cold air as Jacqueline caught up to him. "Are you sure about that? They're hot as heck."

"I'm POSITIVE."

"You're also not heat resistant?"

"Excuse me, sir! I'd like to do that walking thing," Charlie said, gesturing to the path of coals.

"Of course," the faun said, gesturing to the coals. "Have you done this before?"

"Nope," Charlie said, approaching the walkway.

"Let me give you some guidance then first—uh…excuse me? Hey, sir! Sir you forgot—"

Charlie had already begun walking onto the coals. "Look! I'm doing it! This is SICK!"

"Miss Frost, are his—?"

"Yes. They absolutely are. I'm so sorry, he's a bit uh…he's a magi-human."

"Ah," the faun replied, as if that explained it.

Jacqueline cupped her hands to her mouth and yelled. "CHARLIE! CHARLIE, YOUR SHOES!"

"WHAT ABOUT THEM?" he yelled back, stopping his walk and turning in place.

"THEY'RE STILL ON AND YOU’RE STANDING IN A FLAME!"

"Huh—oh! Oh, silver bells! Silver bells fruitcake silver bells!" He had booked it off to the side right then and there, the sand around them putting out the flames of his running shoes. A good thing, too—they were a bit on fire and he wasn't heat resistant, like Jacqueline had said. "YEET," he yelled, tossing the shoes far away once they were off of his feet. They hit the ground with a soft thunk.

"Oh, that's a nice breeze," Charlie said, as Jacqueline appeared beside him.

"Thanks, I'm my own walking AC unit." she winced. "I think you did a number on your shoes," she said, heading towards them.

"Nah! It's fine! The sand took care of it!"

"Guess again, buddy."

"NO, I'm Charlie, Buddy is my brother, you know tha—oh, silver bells! My shoes!"

Jacqueline had held them in her hands. They were pretty melted, and charred in a couple places. The shoelaces had burnt off.

"That fire walk was definitely lit by Aunt Summer if it did that to your shoes."

"Wait a second. What did I just say? Silver bells? What? No, that's not what I wanted to say. What the fruitcake? WAIT! I meant fruitcake, not fruitcake—wait." That’s what had sounded weird all night! But why was it happening? His brow furrowed as he tried to piece it all together.

"It's the source. We're not sure if it's the source of magic that doesn't like swearing, or the goddess herself, but either way magic censors us big time here. So instead of saying frostbite or sleet, you say frostbite, or sleet. Or, if you’re a Christmas magic person, silver bells and fruitcake, I suppose," Jacqueline shrugged, grinning cheekily.

"Huh."

"Oh! Oh, do you know what that means?" Jacqueline asked, excited now.

"I can't say the fruitcake word?"

"It means you are OFFICIALLY a MAGICAL PERSON!" Jacqueline said, giving him a very tight hug and managing to lift him a few inches off the ground. "HECK YEAH! YOU GET CENSORED NOW TOO!"

"Oh! Hugs!” Dite yelled, low flying towards them and hugging their hug. “What did I miss?" Dite asked, squishing the daylights out of them.

"Charlie can’t swear, so now he's definitely magic," Jacqueline said. Dite had dropped them and Charlie had, unfortunately, landed on his butt not very gracefully.

"My shoes died," he pouted.

"That's rough, buddy," Xander said, arriving on the scene now with his own drink. It was in a coconut.

"I'm Charlie, not Buddy."

"Need a hand there?" Xander offered.

"Thanks bro," Charlie replied, grabbing it and pulling himself up. With a lot more help from Xander than anticipated, he realized now.

“A full-on Legate! How exciting!” Dite said, clapping and hovering once more.

“I’m not as Legaty as you guys though,” Charlie said, laying down in the sand.

“I just helped you up why would you go back into the sand? It's not even dream sand just boring. Beach sand—”

“Xander, sweetie, he’s choosing to lay in the sand,” Dite said.

“Talk to us Charlie,” Jacqueline said, plopping down in the sand beside him, putting her arms under her head.

“It’s just. Like. You do the swooshy ice things, right? And Dite,” he said, as she lay down gently, her wings whooshing sand everywhere, “She even works when she doesn’t have to!”

“I just. Love love. So much.”

“If we’re going to lay down in the sand then at least let me make it comfortable,” Xander said, laying down in the sand with a thunk, palms down and fingers spread. His hands glowed, and the sand under them lit up and did, in fact, get surprisingly more comfortable.

“And then Xander does that! Just casually! You guys are all so much more legatey than me, you even LOOK legatey—”

“You look like your Dad too, y’know,” said Dite. “Just because you don’t have a big white beard doesn’t make you any less of a Legate.”

“You’re even censored now!” Jacqueline said.

“Zzzzzzz,” said Xander.

“Oh my god, he’s asleep,” Charlie said, distracted.

“So it begins,” Jacqueline said, Dite giggling.

“Should we like, wake him?”

“Nah,” Jacqueline replied. “Let’s just kick back and enjoy the stars.”

“Look! The milky way!”

“Maybe I’ll grow a beard,” Charlie said, snuggling into the sand.

“It might suit you. But you don’t need to look the part to be a Legate Charlie. I won’t be a small old grouch when I’m Cupid. And Jacqueline's gonna be a great Jack Frost! Which is more we can say about our current Jack Frost’s status, all things considered—no offense Jacquie!”

She snorted. “Please, I’m the first one in line when it comes to talking about how Jack half assed the job for a solid five hundred years.”

“We can say ass?”

“On occasion, yes!”

“And Charlie, you know, you’ve already done a lot as Santa’s Legate!”

“Yeah! Jacquie’s right! You helped us save the Legends from Erebus and Willow!”

“We never would’ve snuck in if we hadn’t done it Charlie style! And The elves won’t shut up about the things you helped them innovate when you were like, seven, dude! That’s impressive! That’s pre-Legate years, too! Before I was a Legate I mostly wreaked havoc and froze my Dad to the floor a lot.”

“He didn’t immediately melt the cold stuff?”

“I think he was humouring me.”

It was silent. Xander's snores permeated the air, the gentle lapping of the shore and far off beats from Final Destination the only things heard in the silence.

“A beard would suit you! But not the Santa beard just yet,” Dite began. “If you want to fast grow a beard, I know a guy. He has questionable methods and isn’t the greatest in matching materials to the person. Like. C'mon buddy, your son is GAY and he wants to GET WITH APOLLO, DON’T USE WAX FOR THE WINGS! DON’T!”

“Dite you never cease to amaze me,” Jacqueline said.

“Maybe I need some more red,” Charlie began.

“OH! I’VE GOT IT!” Dite said, shooting up.

“I’m awake! I was never sleeping! Sleep is a lie!” Xander said, shooting up.

“LET’S DYE YOUR HAIR RED!” Dite finished.

“YES!” Charlie said, shooting up as well.

“Oh my goddess I cannot WAIT to see how this backfires,” Jacqueline said, getting up and dusting sand off of her legs.

“It wouldn’t shoe to get Charlie new hurt, either,” Xander said, the sand coming off of him with a wave of his hand.

“Right! Getting Charlie new shoes! A very good idea!” Dite said.

“Is that not what I said?”

“You’re still doing the word switcheroo there, bud.”

“Ah. Apologies Charlie, didn’t mean to imply that we should give you more hurt!”

“I have enough as it is,” Charlie half-joked.

“You all need more water,” Jacqueline said. Before anyone could reply, she was running full speed into the water. “CANON BALL!”

“IT’S CHEATING IF YOU FLY UP FIRST!” Charlie shouted, grinning and running in behind her.

Dite laughed and flew straight up, dive bombing in and splashing the other two. Xander waded into the shallows and waited for the three of them to stop splashing around.

“When the three of you are done, shall we head to WUTSNESS?”

“What’s What’s-Ness?”

“WUTSNESS!” Dite corrected.

“It’s how you say the first letters of WTSNS. Which is short for Where The Sun Never Sets which is basically a cross between a non-magibean Wal-Mart and a Costco.”

“Like Wal-Mart, WTSNS has everything,” Xander explained. “The difference being that like Costco, the managers at WUTSNESS treat the magibeans working there like magibeans and pay them a liveable wage, make sure they aren’t overworked, and they have insurance and a very good union!”

“In that case,” Charlie said, shaking off like a dog once he was back on the shore. “TO WHAT’S NESS!”

“WUTSNESS,” everyone corrected.

“The letter U is bull-tinsel and I dunno why Crystal Springs and Canada BOTH use it so much. Fruitcake that letter in particular!”

---

That was the last clear memory Charlie had.

He woke up, groggy, everything else coming back in hazy patches.

WUTSNESS was bright, and big, and clean and tidy and staffed entirely by vampires for the night shift. Dite had tried really hard to talk him out of bright red hair dye. Jacqueline had disappeared while they contemplated hair dye and reappeared with several pairs of shoes, and Charlie had picked the nice dark blue ones that now sat at the front door.

Xander had bought a ton of snacks, and once Charlie picked hair dye and they had left the store, things got real gross real fast.

“That’s a lot of vomit,” he remembered Jacqueline saying.

“Let’s get him home,” Xander had said.

Charlie was 90% sure that Dite had carried him home all by herself, which did not surprise him. She was built, despite her soft appearance. Charlie had once watched her bench press Jacqueline, and had seen her use Xander and Jacqueline as dumbbells. She was impressive as fuck.

He grinned a bit. It was nice to swear again.

But what the heck had happened after that?

There was a knock on his door.

“Yeah?”

“It’s Cass. Mind if I come in?”

Charlie grunted. His door opened, and Cass came in.

“Is that a DOG?”

“Her name is chocolate,” Cass said. “She’s very friendly.”

Chocolate was a huge lab, and she immediately jumped onto Charlie’s bed. He had always been a dog person, and immediately pet the crap out of Chocolate, who enjoyed it immensely. The dog snuggled up against Charlie, happily lying down.

“Did I miss something?”

“I was getting up when the Legates appeared at the front door,” Cass said. “Hedone recognized me, thankfully, and the other two dropped their guard.”

“I got home that late?”

“It was just after six,” Cass said. “AM. I felt like something nutty was about to happen so I headed downstairs and poof! Three old friends and a completely drunk Charlie.”

“That’s embarrassing.”

“It wasn’t too bad,” Cass said, sitting down on Charlie’s desk chair. “I asked why you were home, cause I had seen you staying at your Dad’s all week. According to Jacqueline, you insisted.”

“I dunno if I wanna hear the rest of this,” Charlie said, nuzzling the dog.

“I’ll stop then. I have to get Chocolate back to the shelter in a bit anyway, but I figured since Derrick wasn’t home, you’d appreciate doggo cuddles.”

“Oh my god, do I ever.” A pause. “I bet that she could win Derrick over.”

Cass laughed. “And he’ll find a cat that can win me over. Then we can have the best of both worlds, huh?”

There was something about that phrase, Charlie thought, before making a decision. “Actually, I think I do want to hear the rest.”

“If you insist!”

---

Cass had stopped at the stairs like a deer in headlights when a whirl of blue sparks and snowflakes had appeared just past the front door and turned into four whole people. She could tell from their auras who they were immediately: Charlie’s magical friends (you can’t hide that sort of thing from someone with sight). Jacqueline and Xander immediately called up projectiles when they saw her. Hedone—Dite, Cass corrected, (best use a goddess’s preferred name so as not to incur their wrath, her grandmother had said) immediately recognized her, and brightened.

“Hello Cass! You two can drop the balls,” she added.

“Pfft hahaha balls. That’s. That’s—” Charlie retched, putting his hand in front of his mouth.

“Here comes round four!” Jacquie shouted.

“Let’s get this recovery into man position!” Xander shouted. “To his bed!”

“NO! No just. Couch, please.” Charlie said, having stifled the vomit.

“Could you grab a bucket for us please, Cass?”

“Uh-yeah, sure.”

“Anyway, phrasing, Dite,” Charlie said, just before retching again. Cass had only just made it in time with the bucket, and thankfully, Charlie hadn’t missed. “You too Xander, watch your. Your phrasing. Man position in bed...heh. Gross!”

“Couldn't agree more,” said Xander.

Cass watched as a surprisingly yawny Xander carefully placed Charlie into recovery position.

“There we go. That should do it.”

“That was all SPIT! There is nothing left inside of my me, holy fuck, I wanna sleep!”

“I can help with that. Just stay put in that position...excellent! POOF!”

Golden sand billowed out from Xander’s palm, surrounding Charlie's head. He was out in moments, breathing deeply and thankfully, sleeping still.

“That should also keep him from moving out of the recovery position,” Xander said, slowly and carefully as if he had to think really hard about every word.

“Apparently I missed something?” Cass finally said.

“We took Charlie out for a night on the magic town,” Dite said. “We had fun! Charlie got a little—”

“A lot—”

“Drunk—”

“Absolutely frostbitten wasted—”

“BUT! He had fun! And I think he’s a lot less stressed right now.”

“His stress levels are down by about 70% I’d say, judging by how fast he fell asleep.” Xander yawned. “That couch looks mighty comfortable.”

“I think we need to get you home now too. Oh! Almost forgot! We have some stuff for Charlie. We’re just gonna leave it by the couch for him, so he sees it when he’s up,” Dite said, putting a neatly wrapped note and a box of hair dye—hair dye?! At the corner by Charlie’s feet.

“The conversion rate on a good quality piece of eight is CRAZY! I should deposit,” Jacqueline mussed, throwing a blanket on top of Charlie. “And we should still totally dye his hair.”

“Jacqueline he couldn’t possibly make a clear, cohesive, decision about it right now. He just laughed at me saying ‘drop the balls’. I think that speaks for itself, don’t you?”

“It’s a little funny,” Jacqueline said with a grin.

“I’ll make sure the guys don’t mess with it,” Cass said, having finally processed what she was seeing.

“Don’t mess with what?”

They turned to the stairs and froze, as Brian and Derrick were both making their way downstairs. Cass felt celestial magic settle around them. Dite must’ve cast a glamour on them.

Sure enough when Cass turned around, she was met with the very human trio that they had all initially met in first year: Amy, Alex, and Jackie. No frozen hair, no pointed ears, no wings and no glowing sandmen. Just three definitely human people, yup.

“Jackie! Amy! Alex! Hey dudes, what’s up!”

“We’re just heading out actually, Alex is crashing.”

“Big time but please don’t tell anybody I said that, I have a no-sleep reputation to keep up.”

“We all have nights like that dude,” Derrick said.

“Actually,” Jackie said, a current of ice in her voice. “I have a bone to pick with the lot of you. If you all have a moment?”

---

“She didn’t.”

“She DID! She went HAM on all of us for not doing the chores or pulling our weight and told Derrick and I that we should compromise on the cat and dog thing and you should have seen Brian and Derrick, they were absolutely gobsmacked. Brian actually did ALL the dishes!”

“All of them?!”

“Yeah! All of them!” Cass paused. “Jacqueline made a lot of good points. Sorry for not pulling my weight around here, and being so stubborn about the dog and cat thing. I cleaned the shower finally, and I’ll try to be quieter when you’re studying.”

“Oh. Well, thanks Cass. That means a lot! Apology accepted,” Charlie said, scratching the ears of the dog. “Hey Chocolate, can you go give Cass hugs from me? Go on! Hug her!”

Chocolate bounded off of the bed and ran to Cass, jumping up on her legs and licking her face.

“Alright alright cut it out! Those gross slobbery kisses make me really think Derrick has a point about cats.”

“Maybe you should tell him that?” Charlie said, sitting up in a blanket bundle now.

“Maybe. Anyway, I gotta go bring her back to the shelter.”

"She can live in my room! I’ll walk her and everything!”

Cass laughed. “We’ll have a house meeting first and discuss how everyone feels, and THEN maybe we can keep her.”

“Ou, so mature,” Charlie said.

Cass laughed. “Feel better, nerd.”

“Thanks, dork.”

Charlie pulled his blanket tighter around him. He sniffed. He smiled. His phone vibrated. It was somehow still in his pocket. He did a little shimmy and was able to grasp the case, pulling it out of his pocket. He loosened his hold on the blanket as he read the text

Hey love, I got a text from your friend Amy! She said that you weren’t feeling too great and taking a day off. I’m heading over now with snacks and your favourite Christmas films. Not Even God Could Stop Me rn so don’t you even try ;) Love you! See you soon!

Charlie grinned at the plethora of hearts and kissy faces and the one poop emoji that had snuck its way in.

I wouldn’t let him stop you. See ya soon! Love you too!

Jacqueline was right. He just needed to destress! He really had needed that night out and evidently, his friends had made sure of it. Xander had given him a good night’s rest, Jacqueline had whipped his housemates into shape, and Dite had made sure he got that sweet, sweet SO time in even after the three of them had also gotten magibean drunk last night and made sure to take very good care of him.

It was quite the balancing act, but Charlie was beginning to think he really would be able to have the best of both worlds.

[athena1138]

So, a while back, i was asked if i had ever thought of changing my name.

And like. I wouldnt, mostly because its a hassle and i dont hate my name, let alone hate it enough to change it.

But the only other name i have felt connected to my entire life has been Jack. Short for Jacqueline (french, not jack-eh-lin.) But ive also had 2 cats named jack. So. Like. I cant name myself after my cats, especially since the "main" one died this january. It would be weird, yknow?

I have also briefly thought about changing my name to alena which, frankly, feels really good. I could totes be an alena. And i love all the different nicknames you can get from it (i.e., al, allie, len, lenny, etc) but like. Alena is my main oc lmfao. Im out here giving all my best name ideas to animals and ocs instead of to myself and its frustrating as hell.

Again, not that i would change my name. But if, IF i would, the only 2 i would really want are already taken in my life and its :/

[scandalsavagefanfic]

Prompt: Alternate route to the ABO thing where instead of working together, A! Ra’s killed his competition and claimed both O! Tim and O! Jay, with or without resulting pregnancies and Ra’s stealing them away while framing Roman for the crime.

I was having trouble coming up with what to do about these (especially that last one because I don’t see Ra’s agreeing to that unless he gets something big) and found my answer in combining them.

Is it maybe cheating a little because I only have a couple left and I’m losing steam, and I really miss my wips? Maybe.

Buuut you get a longer fic so yay!

This is based off the Double Omega ask/verse thing that ended up being taken to the next level by Queen_Louise.

Here are the links to the relevant posts: One, Two, Three, Four (last two are Queen_Louise’s lovely stream-of-conscious fic which is how she phrased it and Iike it)

200 Followers Celebratory Prompt-A-Thon

(Prompts are closed. Thank you to everyone sent one in! I’ll be filling them the rest of the week! And a big thank you to everyone who follows me!)

Ra’s/Tim/Jason (Alpha!Ra’s/Omega!Tim/Omega!Jason)

Words: 2340

Rating: Mature (nothing explicit just mature themes, mentioned rape, forced pregnancy, forced abortion, coerced sex)

(This is really long but I haven’t had a chance to put it on AO3 yet. I’ll add that link later)

Ra’s is grateful that Roman is so careless. It’s going tomake things so much easier when they’re finished.

He doesn’t seem concerned about leaving his seed all overthe place, he’d removed a glove earlier to feel warm flesh against his palmwhen he started slapping his omega around, and now he has that bare hand bracedagainst the wall while he knots the poor boy’s mouth.

Far too easy. With Ra’s’ own deliberate movements so that hedoesn’t perspire, keeping his gloves on, careful to keep each drop of his own cometrapped securely inside Timothy… there will be no evidence that he was everhere. Any trace left behind can easily be explained away with how often he interactswith both boys but what Roman is leaving behind will make it impossible tosuspect anyone else.

The crime lord probably figures it doesn’t much matter.Jason will remember him and what he’s done, then the ferocious omega will goafter him. Roman’s probably counting on it, with the deep, bloody bites he’sleaving all over the boy. It’s unlikely he’d be able to resist Roman’s commandsin any meaningful way.

It’s almost a shame. Black Mask is a vicious sadist but he’sclever and adaptable. Their partnership in this endeavor has been wildlysuccessful and a very smooth going for an altercation with the Bats.

But Ra’s al Ghul is going to get what he wants. Someone hasto take the fall for that.

In the end, Roman Sionis is replaceable.

He waits until they’re in thetransport, Black Mask’s helicopter hijacked by League assassins, then shoots thecrime boss with a powerful tranquilizer. He’d have preferred to kill him. Buthe’ll need to assert his dominance over Roman, in front of Jason, in order tooverpower the bites.

Ra’s sighs at the addedinconvenience. He’d miscalculated Roman’s lust for the boy. Never expected himto bother with mating bites the way Ra’s had with Timothy.

The second team calls to checkin. They’ve secured the omegas, wiped, stolen, or destroyed the securityfootage, and searched for any sign that Ra’s had been there, destroying anythingthey might have found.

He wastes no time when theyreturn to the League’s headquarters. There’s only a day or two left of theomegas’ shared heat. He fights and kills Roman in front of both boys. It waslaughably easy. The mobster wasn’t a fighter like Ra’s. Then, taking advantageof the heat haze, the wash of hormones telling an omega they want the mosteligible Alpha mate, he claims Jason too, digging his teeth in deep, past howfar Roman went. It’s the only way.

When both boys come out of theirheat, collared and leashed to his giant bed, Ra’s explains their situation tothem. The growls and threats and curses are to be expected. As is the snap ofteeth when he gets too close. But it won’t stop him. They’ll fall in line soon.

Several weeks later, Ra’s isirritated when it’s Jason who ends up with child. He knows it’s not his.

The omega spends the next monthsseverely distressed after Ra’s has the pregnancy terminated without the youngerman’s consent. Timothy’s presence seems to comfort Jason but even with Timthere, the older boy is distant and unresponsive when Ra’s breeds him.

He ends up giving Jason somespace and focusing his attention on Timothy. But he still allows the boys tospend most of their time together.

It may be that small courtesythat helps them to gradually accept their new place. It takes Jason nearly ayear to come out of the deep depression of having his pup taken. And even then,Ra’s thinks that it is largely thanks to the fact that Timothy, the one Jasonconsiders his mate, is now expecting and that has soothed away some of thepain.

Meanwhile, Batman tears apartGotham, and then the world looking for Black Mask.

Jason shifts a little to get a better position and Tim smotherssome giggles when his mate’s nose brushes lightly at his swollen belly.

“Hello little one,” Jason whispers, lips moving against thesoft green fabric of the robs Tim wears, thumb rubbing little circles nearTim’s bellybutton, “Your mommy and I very excited to meet you, Jackie.”

“Jackie?” Tim smiles down at him, running his fingersthrough Jason’s hair and appreciating how he finally looks healthy again. For along time after his—after Ra’s took his pup, Jason wouldn’t eat until Ra’sforced him (and later, when the Demon finally realized that was doing more harmthan good, not unless Tim encouraged him), wouldn’t sleep until his bodycollapsed. He’d been pale and gaunt and… sad.

But now the sun from the balcony lights up cheeks full ofcolor and Tim can see his mate in those turquoise eyes again instead of theemptiness that had been there for so long.

“I don’t know. Could be a cuted up nickname for Jack or shortfor Jacqueline or even just be Jackie.”

“Jack? Like my dad?”

Jason pauses, fingers twisting the fabric and letting goseveral times. “He tried to stop you from being Robin. If he’d succeeded youprobably wouldn’t be here. Seems like an ok guy.”

“He was,” Tim hums, tightening the arm he has draped overJason’s waist and twirling his black curls between his fingers, “I like it,Jay. It’s sweet.”

Jason sighs sadly. “It doesn’t matter,” he nuzzles his faceinto Tim’s belly, “Ra’s will call it whatever he wants.”

They sit in silence for a moment and Tim can’t help butglance toward the door. It’s locked from the outside. Their suite of rooms isexpansive and luxurious and Ra’s allows them to stay together. But there areonly two doors to stronghold beyond and they’re both well guarded, only openedon Ra’s’ orders.

“Jason?”

“Hm?”

Tim tugs on his hair gently and he comes up easily, carefulto keep his hand on Tim’s stomach.

When Jason is looking at him Tim moves his hand from hishair to cup his face.

“This is our baby.Whatever else has happened or will happen, youare my mate. And I’m yours.”

He wants to add that any children they have are theirs. But he’s hesitant to remind Jason that he’llbe expected to breed. Ra’s has already been making prodding comments aboutwhether Tim thinks he’s ready. He doesn’t expect the older man will wait muchlonger. Especially as Tim gets further along and Ra’s will undoubtedly wish tosee his other omega heavy with the evidence of his Alpha virility.

Jason gives him a small smile and rests his head on Tim’sshoulder.

“It’s thoughtful of you to try to protect me,” he says,breath puffing against Tim’s chin, “But I know it’s just a matter of time.”

Another short silence as they just sit, quietly takingcomfort in each other. Then Jason speaks again.

“And I know they’ll be our kids, Tim. But they will also behis. And we’re not in Gotham. We’re not in the manor. This is the League ofAssassins. We won’t get much say in anything. We won’t get to name them. We won’tget to argue over how best to raise them because we won’t be given a choice.They’re going to be raised like Damian. They won’t get childhoods. They’ll bemolded into weapons.”

Tim swallows. He knows this. He’s been thinking about it alot. He’s come up with the best plan he can think of. Even if he hasn’tcompletely given up hope that Bruce will save them or that Ra’s will let hisguard down.

He’s wanted to talk to Jason about it, he deserves to know,to have a say. But again, Tim’s been reluctant to broach the subject with thestate he’s been in.

Well. Jason brought it up.

“Now that you mention it,” he begins carefully, “I’ve had anidea that might get us some more control over that. But, in the incrediblyunlikely event that Ra’s accepts… it’s still going to be a very big sacrificefrom us.”

Jason blinks at him for a moment. Then they both start whenthey feel the baby kick.

“Tell me.”

Ra’s narrows his eyes.

They are being unusually subservient. Both boys are on theirknees, gaze downcast in deference.

It’s a beautiful picture, especially since getting them tosubmit is still such a chore. His cock stirs but he doesn’t trust it for amoment.

“What is this?”

“A small preview of what we’re offering,” Timothy says,voice steady but pleasantly obsequious.

“Which is what, precisely?”

“For starters, we won’t fight you anymore, we’ll give youwhat you want,” Jason’s voice is less sure but Ra’s is a little surprised toeven hear it at all. This is first time the older omega has spoken to him sincehe had Roman’s child aborted.  

“We’d like to make an arrangement,” Timothy finishes for hismate when Jason doesn’t continue. The sight of the boy kneeling, not meetinghis eyes, belly swollen with his progeny, makes him want to throw them both onthe bed and put a child in Jason as well. The idea of them carrying at the sametime, willingly and eagerly giving into his whims… at the moment, it’s his mostfervent desire.

“What kind of arrangement?”

They look at each other out of the corners of their eyes.Jason gives Timothy the tiniest of nods.

“We don’t want our children raised like Damian—“

“My children,” Ra’scorrects. They better come to understand this simple truth very quickly.

His statement earns him twin scowls of anger and their eyesflicker up to his and stay there.

“That’s the deal we’re asking for,” Tim says, much lessservile this time, and Ra’s thinks it’s a small reminder that they’re actingagainst their instincts and their own wants to bring this to him. The least hecan do is listen. “That they’d be our children,all three of ours. We’d like to work out a balance between League training andletting them have childhoods.”

“Out of the question,” he’s disappointed in Timothy. The boyshould know him better than this, be smarter than this. “My heir needs—“

“That’s the other part,” Jason interrupts quietly, eyesdropping again now that the attention is on him. Ra’s likes this meek look on biggeromega. “The kids get to choose for themselves, when they’re old enough, whetherthey want to stay with the League or make their own way. When one chooses tostay, the Lazarus Pits will give them all the time they need to learn what youwould need them to learn, so there’s no need to make it their entire life from thejump. And we’d… we would…”

He falters again. Closes his eyes and takes a deep breathbut stays silent.

“We’d stay with you,” Tim all but whispers, “For as long asit takes for one of our children toagree to inherit your empire.”

Ra’s’ brows shoot up. He was certainly not expecting anoffer like this.

“You would subject yourselves to this? You would willingly enterthe Pit? Allow it to wash away age and illness to stay by my side until theterms are met?”

“Yes,” both boys mutter together.

“And if you’re allowed to have such an active role in theirupbringing, you would undoubtedly encourage them to pursue alternate paths?”

They glance at each other again. “We… will try not toinfluence their decisions,” Timothy answers.

“Unless you do,” Jason adds, voice thick with conviction,“If you’re whispering in their ears then we will too.”

They’re thinking about their future children, notthemselves, like all good omegas. That’s why they misunderstand.

He won’t mind if they try to nudge his offspring away frombecoming his successor. A willing pupil is better than one forced after all andthey’re correct about the Pits.

So they misjudge his motivation for asking. He he can waitfor one of his future sons to agree. He’s in no hurry if they’re willing to sitat his feet, warm his bed, and bare his children. If these two beautiful prizesof omegas bow to his will and do his bidding, obey and serve as they were meantto, through possible centuries…

Ra’s closes the small distance between them, runs hisfingers through Timothy’s hair before gently grasping Jason’s chin and tiltinghis face up.

He gives the boy a pleased hum when he keeps his gaze on thefloor.

“Accepted,” he rumbles in that low Alpha register, makingboth boys shudder, “We can work out some details in the morning.”

He runs his thumb over Jason’s bottom lip. He can feel Timothy’seyes on them, watching closely, untrusting and protective.

“In the meantime,” he pushes the digit into the omega’smouth and smirks when he meets no resistance. Even if Jason’s eyes havesqueezed shut and his breath has quickened, he seems determined to hold up thesubmissive part of the deal. “I believe it’s past time you resume your longneglected omega duties.”

Jason’s chest heaves up and down even more rapidly as Ra’smoves his hand from the boy’s mouth to his hair, grip firm but not unkind. Theboy’s eyes remain shut tight.

Ra’s waits patiently for him to gather himself, certain theomega knows, and will give him, what he wants.

Finally Jason’s lids flutter open. He stares resolutely atthe floor and wets his lips.

“Yes, Alpha,” he whispers, almost inaudibly.

He glances back to Timothy in time to catch him sigh in whatseems like defeat but this is their deal and Ra’s has accepted it withoutalteration.

“Go sit at the head of the bed, Timothy,” Ra’s orders, “You’llwatch while you wait your turn.”

The boy swallows hard under Ra’s’ piercing stare and Jason stiffensunder his hand.

“Yes, Alpha,” Tim mumbles and moves to obey.

[storyinmypocket]

Hey so this is a late TDOV thing and not an early April 1 thing, just so you know.

But I was talking to some people yesterday about how I’d decided on the name I want on my ID when I finally move somewhere that’ll let me get the appropriate nonbinary gender marker. And that name had been kicking around the back of my head for a while and when I actually told people there was this profound emotional rush, like I was finally giving myself permission to exist.

My heart did a terrifying butterfly impersonation, even.

So here’s the thing. lately seeing the name Jacqueline on things has been making my fucking skin crawl. I’m still a Jack and/or a Jaqui, depending on where I sit on the gender spectrum at any given time, but Jacqueline was my bio-dad’s idea and then he fucked right off for my entire childhood and while I’m not tossing the whole name or even changing the initials he chose to honor his grandfather, it doesn’t reflect my culture or my identity. And so I was delighted to find that the name I was considering is one of the many that, despite language and pronunciation differences, can still somehow take Jack as a nickname, and I can get Jaqui out of it with minimal mangling.

So.

Um. Hi. I’m Joaquín. Joaquín is me. My ID will agree with that eventually. You don’t have to stop calling me what you’ve always called me. It’s just... short for something different now.

(And for the love of all the gods and little fishies, if you’re going to call me by the whole thing please remember that it’s pronounced more like hwah-KEEN, and the hard J is only for the shortened versions, thanks. 🖤 I figure if my Tío Pedro can go by Pete, I can keep Jack, though. Them’s the rules.)

[rekant-a]

repost, don’t reblog.

FULL NAME.  jacqueline angela hall

NICKNAME.  jack! that’s it!

GENDER. ?!?!?!!??!?! not as cis as we (she) had originally thought. let her process she will comment later

HEIGHT.  5′

AGE.  twenty..something...at least 26...has to do the math

SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  english

physical characteristics

HAIR COLOR.  very dark brown

EYE COLOR.  light brown. warm

SKIN TONE.  pale as hell

BODY TYPE. lean and toned because she runs daily

VOICE.  always gentle and a little raspy, a little stutter now and then

DOMINANT HAND. right

POSTURE.  shes slouchin

SCARS. lots of lashes / hot-poker brandings on her back. i know he split her head open at some point and it almost killed her so maybe if you ever have reason to feel around her scalp you’ll notice but otherwise, there’s a big ugly scar there. maybe a few little scars on her legs from falling off bikes and or on her forehead from running into trees during childhood

TATTOOS.  absolutely not

BIRTHMARKS. lots of freckles, if they count

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  shes tiny

childhood

PLACE OF BIRTH.  minnesota, somewhere

HOMETOWN. ^

SIBLINGS.  a younger sister, ramona @hellkitten. this is also the only place i get to mention tilly (her niece, mona’s kid) so im doing that, so that we all know

adult life

OCCUPATION.  waitress at a dingy little 24-hour diner. prefers the night shift

CURRENT RESIDENCE.  idk, wherever the rp scene takes place. probably fucking nyc

CLOSE FRIENDS.  bunny (but she’s not happy about it), trish walker @hellkitten, ari fogel @cowboynoir, joe @dustroads, im putting kate austen @hellkitten (again) here for my health

RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  verse dependent but usually dating butterfly @bonnmot

FINANCIAL STATUS.  scraping by. her parents pay half her rent

DRIVER’S LICENSE.  nope!

CRIMINAL RECORD.  she murdered someone

VICES. drinking, reckless and impulsive behaviour, violent outburts

sex and romance

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. lesbian

LIBIDO.  like, moderate, but it’s not something she’s ever acted on until recently and there has to be A Lot of trust involved, so. libido =/= tendency to sleep w people is what i’m getting at

TURN ONS.   i think it’s finally time that we acknowledged that jack’s into blondes

TURN OFFS.  not respecting boundaries (of which there are many), rudeness, abrasiveness, violence is a weird one because she’s into it if you’re doing it For A Good Reason (chaotic good king) but if there’s malice behind it she’s Outta there

LOVE LANGUAGE.  honesty/being forthcoming, sleeping in the same bed, hand holding, will read the books you like and watch the movies you recommend. she and trish are watching the entire sarah connor chronicles tv show in like 2 sittings 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  slow and steady with physical stuff by emotionally? easily swept off her feet

miscellaneous

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  idk man. head alone / julia jacklin has the right vibe

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  runs frequently, does her best to sit still long enough to read, works a lot

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right

PHOBIAS. crowds, the dark, small rooms, being tied up (duh), cars with people she doesn’t know (esp on her own), any man

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.   very low but stable enough because we don’t think about it

VULNERABILITIES. she’s very easily stressed just leave her be

Tagged by: @dustroads 

Tagging: @hellkitten obviously for mona or arliss, @familyglued for flynn or sam or george, literally anyone that wants to do this just take it it was neat

[jackabelle73]

I was tagged by @klaineharmony Thank you for the tag!

nicknames: My full given name is Jacqueline, but I go by Jackie. I guess technically that’s my nickname, but it doesn’t feel like it since I only use my full name when signing on the dotted line. My family sometimes calls me Jack. 

zodiac: Cancer

height: 5′2″ according to my most recent measurement at the doctor’s office. I’m shrinking. :-(

hogwarts house: I consider myself a Ravenpuff. As usual, I defy categorization. I’m really not sure where the Sorting Hat would put me. 

last thing I googled: The nearest Ford dealership, b/c the A/C, radio, and power locks in my car all stopped working this morning. FUN!

favourite musicians: Broadway performers.

song stuck in my head: Nothing atm, b/c I’m in a public place and there’s music playing. It’s something I don’t recognize, and I can only halfway hear it anyway b/c of people talking around me. 

following: 95 blogs. I try to keep it around 100, and I just went through the list to unfollow some inactive blogs. 

followers: 666. If I were suspicious about numbers, I’d be concerned. 

do you get asks: Occasionally. 

amount of sleep: I probably average seven hours a night. Sometimes it’s considerably less, and I can manage on less for a day or two before I need to get a really good sleep to recharge.

lucky number: Don’t have one. I’m not a numbers person. 

what you’re wearing: Black jeans, and a black T shirt from Torrid that says “All Love is Equal” with a rainbow heart. 

dream job: As a teenager and young adult, I would have said to perform on Broadway. Now, I think I’d rather be a full-time writer if I could get paid for it. 

dream trip: Everywhere. I want to visit all corners of the globe in my lifetime. 

instrument: I can sing decently well, and I played the flute in high school, but haven’t done either in a long time. 

languages: English, obviously. I studied French in high school and college but never got enough real-world practice to become comfortable speaking it. 

current favourite songs: Umm.... probably “Unruly Heart” from The Prom. After that, it’s whatever I’m in the mood for. 

random fact: I don’t eat seafood in restaurants. Why would I, when my father is a commercial fisherman and my mother is really good at cooking the fresh seafood he brings home?

aesthetic: I’m not sure how to answer this. In clothing, my aesthetic is more about comfort than looks. I’m a no-makeup, hair-in-ponytail kinda girl, b/c I simply can’t be bothered with such things. Is that an aesthetic? 

I’m not sure who’s already been tagged, so I’ll go with the last few people in my notifications: @ryik-the-writer @bloodywhitetears @freifraufischer @honeysucklepink @bibliosauruswrecks

[jokermoreau]

no one ever sends me asks so im just doing this survey style, u can’t stop me

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify, always.

is your room messy or clean? Clean, maybe a little untidy.

what color are your eyes? Green.

do you like your name? why? Yes! It’s... pretty? I don’t know, I just like it just fine.

what is your relationship status? In a relationship & very pleased with it.

describe your personality in 3 words or less desperately seeking connection

what color hair do you have? Brown

what kind of car do you drive? color? 2014 Hyundai Accent GS Hatchback in white

where do you shop? Kroger’s and Trader Joe’s if we’re talking about groceries. Clothes: target, old navy, wherever

how would you describe your style? Poor person fashion

favorite social media account This one, I guess.

what size bed do you have? Queen

any siblings? Two sisters - younger.

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? Probably Canada, 100% because that’s where my s/o is

favorite snapchat filter? It’s like, a panda bear and when you open your mouth it’s eyes become fucking lazers I love that filter

favorite makeup brand(s) Profusion right now, it’s cheap and it works! Also eyeko.

how many times a week do you shower? Many times. Usually at least once a day, maybe once every two days.

favorite tv show? It changes, but I’ll always love NBC’s heroes.

shoe size? 9.5 in womens

how tall are you? 5′8″

sandals or sneakers? Chacos, baby

do you go to the gym? Rarely, but yeah sometimes.

describe your dream date I’m not a picky person, I just want to be with my person. I want to be holding hands. I want kisses. and I want to talk about all sorts of things and maybe play a video game or watch a movie.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? NONE LMAO

what color socks are you wearing? What socks? 

how many pillows do you sleep with? Six

do you have a job? what do you do? I do. I’m an administrative assistant right now for a public university.

how many friends do you have? .... fuck, a lot? I have a lot of friends. Only like six or seven ‘best’ friends, or people I routinely interact with.

whats the worst thing you have ever done? I wouldn’t know. I do a lot of stupid shit.

whats your favorite candle scent? Vanilla, Lavender, Lemon - something like that

3 favorite boy names Jasper, Dylan, Jack ???

3 favorite girl names Amelia, Audrey, Jacqueline

favorite actor? Again, it changes a lot. Right now it’s definitely Keanu Reeves, though.

favorite actress? Sophie Turner.

who is your celebrity crush? See above; also: Rahul Kohli.

favorite movie? 13 Going On 30, I guess? Again, it changes!

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I do not read a lot anymore and it makes me sad. Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk.

money or brains? Brains, we’ll figure it out.

do you have a nickname? what is it? I have many. Main one is joker, I guess, because of my online pseudonym.

how many times have you been to the hospital? Countless times, but never been truly hospitalized.

top 10 favorite songs THIS IS HARD AND ALWAYS CHANGING okay here are some tops for right now: Rylan by the National / Wave by The Midnight / Sriracha by BBNO$ / Early to the party by age.sex.location / Crush by Cigarettes after Sex / Star Maps by Aly & AJ / America Online by the Midnight / Now that I’ve found you by Carly rae jepsen / In Bloom by Neck Deep

do you take any medications daily? I’m supposed to LOL

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) Dry.

what is your biggest fear? Being the last person on Earth, disease, death, rejection.

how many kids do you want? I’m still unsure where I stand on this but I think one or two.

whats your go to hair style? Just... down. And like whatever it dried like.

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Bold of you to assume I, a 26 year old, live in a house

who is your role model? Meghan Tonjes, Aidy Bryant, basically any badass plus size babe killing the game.

what was the last compliment you received? I think it was when my bf called me pretty (｡♥‿♥｡)

what was the last text you sent? “What are the ODDS?”

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? 7 or something.

what is your dream car? Anything yellow, and hatchback LMAO

opinion on smoking? Gross!

do you go to college? I did go to college, and I finished.

what is your dream job? I’d love to have enough money to just fuck around and write what I want when I want.

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? Suburbia.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? No?

do you have freckles? All over my arms, yeah! Pale girl life.

do you smile for pictures? I will never smile with my mouth open because I look like I’m in pain.

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 3k+

have you ever peed in the woods? Probably as a kid on camping trips.

do you still watch cartoons? Rarely.

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? Mcdonald’s

Favorite dipping sauce? Bbq

what do you wear to bed? Depends; a tank top & pj shorts... a bralette and panties... a tank top and underwear... it all depends lmao

have you ever won a spelling bee? I purposefully fucked up so I could not have to be on a stage

what are your hobbies? Writing, singing, sleeping, watching movies, video games, hanging with friends, petting my cat

can you draw? Not really

do you play an instrument? I used to play Bb Clarinet

what was the last concert you saw? Oh my god what was the last one chronologically? I think it was The Midnight and Violet Days.

tea or coffee? Both!

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Starbucks.

do you want to get married? I’m thinking yes, definitely someday. I keep telling myself I don’t know if it’s for me but my stupid romantic nature makes me fantasize about it so fuck it, yeah, one day i’d like to get married.

what is your crush’s first and last initial? RM

are you going to change your last name when you get married? I don’t have any real attachment to my own last name, it’s not even a blood relation I have to it. So yeah, probably would change my last name.

what color looks best on you? Purple, red, blue. That’s what I’ve been told.

do you miss anyone right now? yep

do you sleep with your door open or closed? Closed & locked.

do you believe in ghosts? It’s a yes from me

what is your biggest pet peeve? I HATE when people touch the door when I hold it open for them

last person you called` Dora, my coworker.

favorite ice cream flavor? Mint chocolate chip

regular oreos or golden oreos? Regular.

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Rainbow, duh?

what shirt are you wearing? Black and red floral blouse

what is your phone background? Luna (RIP) and Batgirl.

are you outgoing or shy? Outgoing, unless it’s in certain situations and then the shyness can come back.

do you like it when people play with your hair? Yes, but only specific people. Not just anyone.

do you like your neighbors? I like Kay and Phillip but idk anyone else.

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? Yes; depends.

have you ever been high? Yeah I think so? Not like in the traditional sense of doing like recreational drugs, but by virtue of medical procedures, yes.

have you ever been drunk? Yep

last thing you ate? Two pita chips

favorite lyrics right now “How strange / we’re parts of each other / How strange / I’ll never even know your name”

summer or winter? Winter.

day or night? Day

dark, milk, or white chocolate? Dark.

favorite month? March babey

what is your zodiac sign Pisces

who was the last person you cried in front of? God... I’ve cried in front of A Lot of people lately and i HATE it but probably Gig.