03/31/2021 10:13 PM  April Fools! Revolutionary Only a few short weeks stood between Jackson and fatherhood. Hayley was due to give birth to their twins soon. It would be life changing for the both of them, but more so for him since Hayley had already given birth once. Hope was going to be a big sister. Not that she was thrilled, but it was something positive in her life. Jackson hadn’t planned on idly standing by either. Whether Hayley liked it or not, he had a birthing plan. Alex was on standby to deliver the babies and Jack planned on assisting him. This was a hands-on event that he wouldn’t miss for the world. Hayley was in the kitchen sitting at the bar waiting Jack to finish cutting fresh fruit. He placed pineapple chunks, sliced strawberries, sliced kiwi and halved grapes on the plate before her, making a colorful and aromatic array. He doted on her and not just because she was pregnant. She was his queen. He would always dote on her. It’s just how it was. Because of their unique situation, he accepted the fact that he married up and what he lacked in comparison to Hayley’s beauty, he made up in lavishing attention upon his wife and giving her the life she deserved. He’d vowed to be a good husband and so he was. He only hoped he’d be just as good of a father. Business was booming and their newly built cabin was ready to welcome their babies with a fully stocked and decorated nursery. It should’ve been obvious that something was up by the way Ollie’s normal broodish expression was all smiles. Perhaps it was Jackson’s excitement about the impending arrival that threw him off guard. Typically, he’d pick up on shenanigans. He had no idea Ollie and Hayley were in cahoots or what they had in store for him. Ollie had slipped in so quietly that it startled Jackson when he turned to see the sh*t eating grin on Ollie’s annoying mug. “What the... when did YOU get here? And don’t you ever knock?” “C’mon Jack, for as long as time has existed you’ve had an open door policy. I ain’t ever knocked and I ain’t gonna start now. Besides, you shoulda sensed me comin’. You’re losing your touch old man.” Ollie’s teasing did nothing to ease the annoyance appearing as a crease in Jackson’s forehead. Hayley said nothing while happily eating her fruit. Almost too happy. Jack knew Ollie annoyed her too. Something was amuck. They were up to something. Jackson had not seen the water balloon Ollie gave to Hayley, which she was gently being squeezed between her thighs beneath her dress until it quietly popped. “OH MY GOD JACK! MY WATER JUST BROKE!” “What!?!? It’s not time? Alex isn’t here... It’s not time... what?” Walking around the bar to assess the situation, he observed Hayley sitting above a puddle on the floor, her skirt wet. “OH SH*T! It’s not time! Where’s my phone? We have to call Alex...” “There’s no time Jack! He’ll never make it in time. The babies are coming... NOW!!!” Hayley began her breathing exercises while Ollie tried not to laugh. “I don’t care, I’ll... I’ll deliver them myself! But I’m calling him anyway. He can help... WHERE’S MY PHONE!” Amidst Jack’s meltdown, Oliver could no longer contain his laughter. “What’s wrong with you dumbass! Ain’t nothing funny about this!” Hayley produced the remnants of the busted water balloon, the two cohorts saying in unison... “APRIL FOOLS!” A fake laugh painted the canvas of Jack’s face. “You two think you’re a barrel of laughs don’t ya. Bunch of hyenas up in here.” Ollie looked back at Hayley... “We really are.” “Totes,” she replied as they fist bumped.   template credit. 0 Comments

03/16/2021 08:14 PM  Drunk Wish Revolutionary Moonshining was a complicated chemistry. Jackson didn’t do it for the money. His contracting business brought in enough income to support the whole pack, considering it employed about 70% of the pack. In fact, he didn’t sell moonshine at all, thereby making his operation completely legal... in his neck of the woods anyway. He gifted it. It took an exorbitant amount of alcohol to get a supernatural being drunk. The process used to distill his brand of moonshine allowed him to make it at 190 proof, though at that point there was no use in additives for flavor. You might as well be drinking pure ethanol. He used a mixture of corn mash and other grains to distill and he’d gone over the process with Ollie to check the grains for quality before starting a new batch. As always, Jackson would taste it before transferring it to a barrel for bottling later. Something about this batch wasn’t quite right. He tasted it again. And again... trying to put his finger on what was amiss. It wasn’t long before his head was spinning, the effect hitting him faster and more powerful than usual. Yeah, this batch wasn’t good at all... Jackson hit the ground calling out for Hayley. “Hales!!” There was no way she’d hear him in the cabin. “Sh*t... I wish there were...” “Jack? You okay?” His eyes fluttered open to find his wife standing over him, only there were two of her. He was seeing double. “Two of you? Babe... it’s every man’s wish.” He chuckled just before everything went black. The sun peeked through the plantation shutters, bathing his tanned skin with light. He stirred, feeling Hayley cuddled against him, a smile spreading over his rugged features. Rolling out of bed, he headed to the kitchen to make his wife breakfast in bed only to find her in the kitchen making breakfast. “Hales? I thought I just left you in bed. When did you get up?” She smiled at him, playfully smacking his bare chest. “You left Hayley in bed. I’m Andrea, your other wife.” Jackson opened his mouth to say something, but nothing come out. “What’s wrong Jack? Did we wear you out last night?” Jeeeesus... the hell happened last night and why, of all things, could he not remember that? “Uh... what in the sister wives is going on here?” Hayley joined them in the kitchen, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before making her plate. “Good morning handsome. Are we still going to the Quarter today?” Jack always enjoyed going to the French Quarter, especially during the cooler months. Andrea chimed in, “No can do, he supposed to take me to lunch today.” The two females exchanged heated looks before chaos ensued, screaming, cursing, punches thrown, clothing torn... “Oh sh*t! Ladies! LADIES!” Jackson was pretty sure Hayley’s fist inadvertently connected with his jaw with her notorious right hook as he put himself between the two women. It was the wrong move as they fought him to get to each other. Ollie came rushing in yelling for him as Jackson ducked and hit the floor, deciding to let the two just duke it out. “Jack!! Jack........” Jackson’s eyes fluttered open finding both Ollie and Hayley standing over him as he was laying on the ground by the still. His head was pounding, his stomach churning. He looked around in confusion for the other female identical to Hayley. “Where’s Andrea? There were two of you and y’all were fighting...” Both Ollie and Hayley looked at one another before busting out in laughter, Ollie teasing... “Have a little too much moonshine, did ya?” Jackson looked down at the empty cup that was still in his hand. “No! That’s a bad batch! I must’ve been dreaming or hallucinating.” As Ollie helped him up, Jackson leaned in close and whispered. “Don’t ever wish for two wives...”   template credit. YOUR WISH IS A CLICK AWAY 0 Comments

09/01/2020 10:56 PM  Starter to Demonia Revolutionary Featuring: Demonia Mentions: Hope, Progenitor and Foster Kid Eight years had passed between the time of Jackson Kenner’s death and his resurrection. Another nine years had passed since his resurrection and present day. During that time, he’d managed to achieve a semblance of peace for his people that generations before him wanted, but were unable to attain. Some of this was in part, due to Hayley’s death. Jack had kept himself out of the public after his resurrection. He knew Hayley had moved on and his return would only complicate things for her. Her happiness mattered to him more than his own and he’d been granted a second chance at life for reasons that had little to do with her. The Crescents were a dying breed without an alpha and with Hayley playing house with the Mikaelsons, they needed a leader to be with them at all times. Vincent, having recognized this and wanting to achieve the same goals as the deceased Crescent alpha, worked a spell to bring Jackson back. Upon his resurrection, Jackson was motivated to do better by his people.  The outskirts of bayou appeared desolate with remnants of old shacks and bare bones of abandoned and neglected motor homes. There was nothing befitting of an ancient royal bloodline.  But they didn’t need royalty.  Elegant simplicity with a touch of sophisticated class would suit everything the bayou wolves were about.    Having taken them deeper into the bayou and off the beaten path, several upscale cabins now stood beneath a canopy of treetops as a testament of survival.  Jackson had the knowledge and skill of carpentry and building, and utilizing the skills of other pack members, Crescent Contracting was formed. They were able to lay infrastructure to modernize amenities.  Solar panels provided energy to the cabins even in the night hours, eliminating the need for an anchored power source through cables.  Individual water wells fed by the bayou and cleaned by filtration provided clean running water, also powered by solar energy. Through the use of satellite systems, they had TV programming, internet and cellular communications. The wolves were now living in modern times and pretty content with their upgraded lifestyle.    By the time Hayley had perished, Jackson’s first mission for his people had been completed in the form of the new community in the bayou, without anyone ever having known what he was doing. When the news of Hayley’s untimely death trickled down to his parts, he knew, if not for anyone else, his second mission had to be completed for Hope. He came out of hiding and made amends with the Mikaelsons, achieving a peaceful accord between the vampires, witches and wolves. This would allow a safer world for Hope to live in. He also formed a parental bond with her, spending time with her and watching over her, even when she wasn’t aware.  There was a reason the low life that had slipped his hand beneath her shirt during their first kiss had never called her back.  Despite the whole thirty-minute tearful episode Hope had poured out to Josie Saltzman, Jackson felt no guilt for making the boy sh*t his pants after dropping Hope off back at school that night.  And this new kid she was seeing, Raf, Jackson had met him a time or two, but they’d yet to have the talk.  Better for Raf to have it with Jack than with Klaus.  It was on his to do list while he was in town. Mystic Falls was a pleasant 78 degrees in September, quite a contrast and reprieve from the sweltering thick atmosphere in New Orleans.  He’d made it to the picturesque town a little early, giving him just enough time to look over his notes before meeting with Alaric Saltzman.  Alaric had invited Jackson to give a couple of lectures on American Werewolf history and the integration of bloodlines to create an “evolved wolf.”  Who better to give that speech than someone who had once experienced it and also possessed the hybrid traits?  Jack sat at the wheel of his black Ford Raptor F-250 with his company logo printed down the side.  While reading over his notes, a blur of movement caught Jackson’s eye.  His cognac gaze scanned the parking lot, but his Spidey sense for danger were not tingling.  He shrugged it off as a less than sinister plot of some kid trying to skip school.  Then the scent hit him... unremarkably and mistakenly familiar... Hayley.  Looking up once more, his eyes locked with hers as she stood in front of his truck.  And she looked pissed.       template credit. 0 Comments

08/09/2020 10:50 PM  Legs & Walmart Cont.   Revolutionary Response to Illuminare  There Ain’t Nothing Open Past Midnight but Walmart & Walmart Cognac hues watched how Davina moved with ease around such a questionable establishment.  When she went for the lingerie, Jackson turned away, giving her privacy, wondering aloud how the hell he got himself into this.  Ultimately, it was Davina’s point to prove that there were, in fact, more things open past midnight than legs and Walmart. Finding himself gravitating closer to the door, he waited for her to finish her transaction, chuckling at the overheard words of the cashier.  Davina approached him with crimson cheeks, practically pushing his laughing ass out the door. “So are we having a good long night tonight or what?” He teased, mocking the store clerk.  They walked back to his truck putting her bags away before Davina practically pulled him into the next establishment, this one feeling a little more at ease than the last. “The swamp?”  Taking a seat at the bar, Jackson waited until she’d ordered herself a girly umbrella drink before ordering a shot of tequila for himself.  Forgoing the salt and limes, he knocked it back, enjoying the bitter burn.  The atmosphere was somewhat reminiscent of the bayou. The bar and stage was covered, but opened up to a courtyard strung with white lights beneath the stars where patrons were dancing, having a good time.  The place was lively, but not too crowded.  He ordered another two shots, downing them both as fast as the first.  “So this is what you like to do for fun when you’re in the Quarter?” Jackson’s attention turned back toward Davina sitting a few feet away from him on a barstool. Two drinks in and she was definitely loosening up.  Something about her clingy white dress and the way she was sitting... The ever changing light show had seemed to shine a spotlight up her dress at the apex of her thighs, exposing her lady bits to anyone looking.  Apparently wearing panties with a white dress was a fashion faux pas. He quickly averted his gaze, finding himself somewhat speechless.  Before he could regain his composure, Davina grabbed his forearm, hauling him to the courtyard to dance.  He was definitely feeling the tequila at this point, laughing at himself from the moment just before. Perhaps he was even a little thankful she’d moved. He’d hate to have some random guys staring at her for any other reason than how great she looked tonight.  Humoring her on the dance floor, he smiled, twirling her about.  The alcohol and the music were flowing through him. This wasn’t his normal kind of fun, but he was feeling within his element. With her back to him, she molded herself to him, pushing back against him in almost a grinding motion. Oh Jesus... The friction was no doubt stirring emotions and physical attraction, causing a little tension in his already tight jeans. Turning her to face him, he moved with her, slowing their dance. With his mouth mere inches from hers, his breath warm on her skin, he gazed into the depths of her azure pools of blue, his eyes slowly closing while his lips brushed hers.  The moment was so very short lived as his mind was reeling. Pressing his forehead to hers, he continued to dance with her, getting lost in her gaze.  template credit.   0 Comments

07/21/2020 04:56 PM  Put Some Clothes On - Reply ft. Illuminare Revolutionary Warning and Disclaimer: Mild adult content ahead. This takes place after Jackson’s resurrection, after Hayley’s death and before Hayley’s resurrection. Jackson is a widower. “I don’t know why anyone would use this many in one night…” Davina’s remark about the condoms had Jackson failing miserably at trying to hide the sh*t eating grin attempting to appear on his rugged features as he almost blurted out because my animalistic nature exceeds human stamina. “Because you’re supposed to use a new one each time you climax?”  His question was rhetorical.  Everyone knew that.  Or so he thought.  It said so on the wrapper.  Perhaps it was just something she didn’t have to worry about.  If a guy was responsible, he’d know what to do when the time came.    A wrinkled nose followed reluctance to open his mouth forcing Davina to shove her finger full of cookie dough in it.  Jackson’s first inclination was to bite her, but his judgment got the better of him long ago when learning not to react to the first emotion.  Instead, he tenderly took her by the wrist, his thumb caressing her pulse point, hearing her pulse quicken while he withdrew her finger from his lips before chewing.  “Nice.  Thanks.”  As if this sh*t couldn’t get any more awkward. “Oh…… my…… Jackson.” The preceding events had almost willed his erection away… almost.  Just another minute or two and Davina would’ve been none the wiser.  Taking a step back, he decided to retreat.  “I’m gonna go… take a quick shower...  Don’t eat all the cookies.  And if Oliver shows up, lock the damn door.” A cold ass shower indeed.  Turning the water on, he didn’t bother adjusting the temperature before stepping through the glass door onto the frigid ceramic tiles lining the shower floor.  For some people, cold water made them tense.  For someone whose core temperature was hot as hell and already tense, cold water was refreshing, like swimming through an alpine glacier.  The scent of woodsy evergreen and citrusy bergamot filled the air as he washed his hair and body, the tension washing away with the suds swirling down the drain. Grabbing a clean towel from a stack on the shelf outside the shower door, Jackson dried his hair and face before wrapping it around his waist.  The sound of his cellphone stole his attention as he reached for it with a grimace upon reading the caller ID… Marcel Gerard, which usually meant some sh*t was going down in the Quarter.  “Yeah, what’s up?”  “Jackson, have you or any of your guys seen Davina?  I lost tabs on her yesterday and haven’t seen or heard from her since.  Considering the situation between her and the witches, I’m worried.”  Jackson let out a long sigh.  He assumed with Davina having been doing her own thing, she no longer needed Marcel’s protection.  “She’s here.  I found her wandering in the woods earlier.  She fell and bruised her ankle.  She’s okay, but I wouldn’t let her leave due to a storm brewing.” “Okay good.  Keep her there.  I’ve got some things to take care of in the Quarter and I don’t need her around as a liability or loose end.”  “Sh*t, seriously Marcel?  She’s an adult now.  She doesn’t need…” “I’m asking you this as a favor from one leader to another.  Please keep her safe until I know what I’m dealing with.”  “Fine, okay.”  The line went dead as Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose.  Davina wasn’t going to be happy with this.  Pulling on a pair of gray joggers and a white t-shirt, he followed the smell of fresh baked cookies into the kitchen.  “Davina, we need to talk…”   template credit. 0 Comments

07/20/2020 09:31 PM  Training Day ft. ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 Revolutionary It was ‪7:30 a.m.‬ on a dreary ‪Saturday morning‬ as Jackson stood against his 4x4 patiently waiting for Hope outside of her bio-dad’s compound.  He’d promised to pick her up and take her out to the bayou for a weekend of hand to hand combat training.  Something Alaric had been trying to do, but as a hybrid, Jackson’s ability to keep up with the teenage tribrid would far exceed Alaric’s.  It was time for Hope to learn what her mother had learned a long time ago… she could take a dirty and rough tumble with the boys and still be pretty.  Jackson’s eyes rolled as Klaus escorted his daughter outside, forcing him to exchange unpleasantries.  “Klaus…” “Jackson.  I trust you’ll keep her safe, because if you don’t…” “Yeah, yeah, whatever.  You know I will.  I love her like my own.”  Wrapping his arm around Hope’s shoulder, he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead before opening the door to his Ford F250 Mega Raptor helping her into the cab.   She connected her phone to his sound system, scrolling through her playlist as if she were a DJ at a party, singing along with Harry Styles’ Watermelon Sugar.  Jackson couldn’t help but chuckle as he reminisced his youth of 80s mixtapes with the top down on his old Jeep Wrangler with Aiden and Oliver, running the roads.  He drove for at least 30 minutes before turning off of a gravel road and shifting into four-wheel drive going off road into the wetlands to get them to the newer settlement of the Crescent wolves.  Jackson had put his carpentry knowledge and skills to use, teaching the other wolves contracting trades which allowed them to upgrade from the old shacks and motor homes to modern cabins nestled at the water’s edge.    Pulling up to his cabin, Aiden and Oliver were already there warming up and sparring with each other.  Jackson helped Hope out of the truck, taking her inside so she could put her things away and change clothes.  He led her to her room, consisting of a cozy queen-sized bed covered in plush blankets adorned with butterflies and a canvas on the wall that her father had painted of Rainbow Brite. His attention turned to a ruckus of cussing as he peered out the window finding Oliver in a headlock.  Poking his head out the door he yelled at his betas, “Goddamn, y’all quit it! We ain’t doing this for pecking order.  Please, for the love of God, behave!”   When Hope reemerged, he led her outside to watch Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum a moment while giving her a pep talk.  “I know you’re pretty good at keeping your enemies at a distance, but there may come a time when magic isn’t an option and the skills to provide a good ol’ fashioned ass whippin’ will be the weapons you need in your arsenal.  First rule of Fight Club… we don’t talk Fight Club.” It was a cliché line, but one he couldn’t resist saying, nonetheless.  “Second rule, no magic. Like I said, it may not always be an option and you need to learn to defend yourself without it. Third rule, no shots below the belt.  When you’re engaged in an actual fight, that rule has some wiggle room, especially if it’s a boy trying to do question things after you’ve told him to go about his merry way.  But for all intents and purposes of keeping my guys and myself in an upright position in a fair fight, no direct hits to the babymaker.”   He positioned her into a fighting stance in front of him.  “Out here, we don’t use boxing gloves or padding.  You’re not gonna have those available in a real fight.  The idea is to prepare you for the real deal when it happens, using your hands, your legs, punching, kicking, biting, breaking chairs, flipping tables... Whatever is available.  So I’m gonna come at you from my right and to counter my attack, swing your right leg up, making contact to at my left with my rib cage.”  Jackson demonstrated the move with Aiden before turning toward Hope.  “Ready? Go!” He swung a right hook, purposely missing her so she could have the advantage.  Her right foot swung lower than his rib cage, barely missing his groin, eliciting a soft growl as it made contact with his thigh before he grabbed her foot, tossing her on her backside in the mud.  He might’ve underestimated her ability to kick high enough, considering he was a bit taller than Alaric and her father. Extending his hand, he helped her up. “Not your fault. Not a bad kick either but perhaps we should practice getting it a bit higher...”   template credit. 0 Comments

07/19/2020 08:55 PM  Breath of Life Reply ft. Bar Fight Revolutionary Breath of Life - Reply to Bar Fight Subplot: Meet Bayou Jesus Countless emotions ebbed and flowed through Jackson like the mouth of the Mississippi flowing into the Gulf of Mexico. Held in place and frozen on his knees by the dark force Hayley had projected upon him, anger, betrayal, remorse and concern raged into a ball in the pit of his stomach. While he could see everything happening around him, his mind was lost in a transient place reminiscent of the purgatory in which he was lost in transition having never made it to the peaceful afterlife upon his death. Whatever this force was Hayley had him in was triggering suppressed memories from the events following his death. What Jackson remembered was being in a place in between Heaven and Hell, not a peaceful afterlife. He had been alone and in what seemed to be another dimension. He had seen and heard everything in the real world but it was veiled in shadows. No one saw or heard him. He had witnessed his funeral, Hayley’s grief in the aftermath and her recovery in the form of climbing into Elijah’s bed, at which point having his heart ripped from his body seemed like a cake walk. He couldn’t blame her as he’d done the same with Allie upon his resurrection having believed that Hayley had happily moved on. In this moment, however, his flashbacks became more vivid, showing him the suppressed memories. An omnipresent voice had spoken to him in his purgatory that Jackson was almost certain sounded like Morgan Freeman, but there was no person to link the voice to; and a man whose face seemed so familiar, with eyes and hair matching his own. There was so much kindness and understanding in his cognac gaze and he held a peaceful and welcoming presence. When he touched Jackson, he’d been instantly enlightened, having knowledge and understanding of the delicate balance between life and death. An epic battle was brewing. As preparations were being made on Earth to bring Jackson back to life, so were preparations being made in Heaven to end a reign of terror against mankind brought by the hand of mankind. The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing man he did not exist. Jackson would be sent forth as the First Horseman of the Apocalypse, Conquest, symbolic of the second coming of Christ. Fitting... the nickname Bayou Jesus a few people had given him seemed to make a lot of sense now. He would be tasked with the discretion on when and how it would all play out, sending for the Second Horseman when the time was right. As Hayley’s magic released Jackson, he realized he had the power all along to stop her, and did, but too little too late. He pushed back at her, knocking her unconscious and in a suspended state to preserve her from any damage she may have caused herself. Guilt racked him, not for what Hayley had done to Allie, but for what had transpired between Allie and himself that set this event into motion. Standing to his feet, he made his way to Hayley to make sure she was still breathing. Aiden and Oliver were at his side, checking on Allie who was barely hanging on. As Jackson saw it, there was really only one option and he didn’t want Aiden and Oliver to see him do it. “Y’all go on back and join the rest of the pack. I’ll take care of this.” “But Jack...,” Oliver started to argue. Jackson eyed him with a stern look. “That’s an order, not a request.” Aiden pushed Oliver in the direction of the cabins, Jackson having watched them until he knew they were well out of range. He couldn’t even look at Allie, the guilt having consumed him. “I’m sorry.” With a swift twist, he broke her neck, putting her out of her misery. A mercy killing. Fire sparked from a snap of his fingers, burning the female wolf to nothing more than an unrecognizable pile of ash. Jackson could hear Hayley’s heart, but crouched down, placing his hand on her chest for reassurance. Her heartbeat was strong but obscured by what appeared to be the faint sound of an additional faint heartbeat, much faster than Hayley’s and not just one, but two. “What the f...” Going over the time calculations in his head, a dumbfounded expression crossed his rugged features. Scooping his wife into his arms, he carried her back towards their village to a makeshift infirmary. She was still under his forced sedation as he cut into her shoulder with the skill of a surgeon, removing the remnants of the arrow embedded there before stitching her up. Once again placing his hand over her, he closed his eyes, scanning her with an ability he never knew he had until triggered. Her head seemed okay, less a slight concussion. Her shoulder would heal. And again... the two tiny heartbeats in addition to hers, strong and unscathed. When Jackson was satisfied that he’d throughly checked her out and she was fine, he withdrew the force keeping her under sedation so she’d wake up. He rolled his sleeve knowing she’d need to feed, but first he wanted to see what she remembered. She stirred, eyes opening, a look of confusion adorning her beautifully delicate features. “You’re in our infirmary. Your shoulder will be sore, but it’ll heal. You’ve a slight concussion and... Hales, I wasn’t sure this could happen. I wasn’t sure I could, well, I thought I was shooting blanks. But... you’re pregnant.”   template credit. 0 Comments

07/11/2020 10:21 PM  Reply - Put Some Clothes On ft. Illuminare Revolutionary The shiny foil wrappers caught Jackson’s attention, pulling his gaze from the scraps of black lace that barely passed for Davina’s undergarments in his hand. “Welp... I was wondering where those went. I knew I didn’t use all of them that night. I... I’m just gonna put a load of laundry on to wash.” He could feel the heat creeping up his cheeks as he dropped the dirty clothing and towels into the washing machine and got it started. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed, but as a widower he’d grown accustomed to his own ways, not having to answer to a woman. And he wasn’t used to having women in his home but for the occasional roll in the hay. He had carnal needs that were, at times, amplified by his werewolf DNA, that simply weren’t satisfied by a bottle of lube, a box of tissues and the flick of his wrist. Sex was as natural to him as breathing, although he had preferences. He hadn’t a desire nor a need to be with every woman that threw herself at him. Allie for instance, was a casual f***. She knew exactly what he wanted, what he didn’t want, and the thing she did with the tip of her tongue... damn. His body was tensing just thinking about it. “Sh*t...” He mumbled the word, now having an erection and now having to face Davina once again. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. A bit of awkward tension hung in the air as Jackson made his way back into the kitchen to check on Davina. She was back to mixing up whatever spell she was concocting. Okay, maybe not a spell. Whatever it was, it smelled heavenly. His cognac gaze shifted to the condoms on the counter. Casually reaching for them, he slid them into his back pocket, trying not to draw too much attention. In an effort to divert her, he peered into the bowl. “So... are goodies made with magic still edible goodies? Are you going to share your goodies? ...Or, I mean, whatever it is you’re making?”   template credit. 0 Comments

07/08/2020 04:49 PM  Wish Two Response - 3W Revolutionary No one knew the exact cause of the apocalyptic events that had unfolded over the last two years.  A proverbial nuclear meltdown had occurred and the catalyst had yet to be revealed.  Jackson Kenner had dedicated his entire leadership as the alpha of the Crescent Clan to making peace between all the factions: human, witch, vampire and werewolf.  He’d been so close to achieving his goal when the sh*t literally hit the fan, splattering human remains into the streets of New Orleans as Klaus emerged a ripper with his strumpet Caroline.  It wasn’t enough that everyone, regardless of species, had in some way been wronged by a Mikaelson.  For the most part, for all intents and purposes of achieving peace, everyone looked the other way and excused their behavior, but not anymore.  What Klaus and Caroline had managed to do was a declaration of war on everyone and everyone had enough of their sh*t.  It was f***ing time to fight back.  To say the alpha was pissed was an understatement.   The mission was a little more complicated than simply restoring the natural order of things.  For all Klaus knew, most of the Crescent pack had been eradicated, or so it appeared on the outskirts of the bayou with the remnants of the old shacks and bare bones of abandoned and neglected motor homes.  Prior to the civil unrest on a global scale, the Crescents were used to oppression.  They’d always lived a simple lifestyle with basic necessities, but one too many curses by witches and attacks by vampires gave Jackson the motivation to do better by his people.  Having taken them deeper into the bayou and off the beaten path, several upscale cabins stood beneath a canopy of treetops as a testament of survival.  This was not a community easily accessible by an average person… or vampire.  Knowledge of navigable waterways, four-wheel drive vehicles fitted with amphibious air intake and brave souls willing to face the harsh environment of wetlands by foot were the only ways to reach it.  Of those by foot, only ten percent made it out alive, if the gators didn’t get you, a far worse fate was waiting if you didn’t belong.    Living off the grid was something they’d been doing in the bayou since the Crescents settled there decades ago.  Jackson was able to lay infrastructure to modernize their amenities while still keeping them off the grid.  Solar panels provided energy to their cabins even in the night hours, eliminating the need for an anchored power source through cables.  Individual water wells fed by the bayou and cleaned by filtration provided running water, also powered by solar energy.  What they lacked were internet, cellular service and cable TV due to tower locations, but those amenities had been offline on a global scale for some time now and living off the grid literally meant living offline.  Outside communication was obtained by McGyvering an old single frequency ham radio and the use of 3-way long range VHF handheld radios.  The bayou provided food in the form of fish, shellfish and crustaceans and they’d been rotating various crops for years.  Not much had really changed for them in the wake of this Armageddon.  The wolves were content with their lifestyle.             As the leader of his people, Jackson was the one who they looked to for answers, the one they relied on for safety and survival.  Lives hung in the balance if he misjudged or underestimated their enemies.  And then there was Hope.  More than restoring order was the mission of her safety.  As long as Klaus was unaware of Hope’s existence, he had no reason to be poking around the bayou.  No reason at all to go up against the apex predator on a suicide mission.  For all Hope knew, Jackson was her father.  She’d known no different her entire life.  And so the mission was clear… The Crescents were a resistance against Klaus and his army of clowns; all lives regardless of species looking to fight back against the Klowns Army could find refuge through the Crescents; this fight was in effort to restore the natural balance and peace of the world they once knew; and Hope would remain unscathed through it all.              template credit. 0 Comments

06/28/2020 06:39 PM  Love is Love ft. Two Roads Revolutionary Yellow faded into orange, fading into pink, fading into red as the Saharan dust storm hazed the hues of the sunset against the backdrop of the bayou.  Aiden sat at the end of the pier that extended over the water from the deck of Jackson’s cabin.  Staring off into the horizon, it was apparent that there was something bothering him, something he needed to talk about, but perhaps he just wasn’t sure how to get the conversation started.  Jackson watched from the house, already having a hunch of the issues plaguing his second in command.   The alpha’s thoughts drifted back to high school when Aiden and Oliver were sophomores and Jackson was a senior.  Oliver had been giving Aiden sh*t over an incident in the boy’s locker room in which Aiden was making out with a jock and when someone caught them, the jock pushed Aiden away accusing him of coming on to him when in fact, it had been consensual.  Jackson’s heart had ached for Aiden as he pulled him and Oliver apart that day; Oliver mumbling a string of derogatory explicatives that prompted Jackson to bust his lip.  It didn’t matter to Jack what Aiden’s sexual preference was and it shouldn’t have mattered to Oliver either.  They were all friends, but more so, they were a pack… a family.  Pack life meant loyalty and only one act would validate turning your back on that, treason.   For as long as Jackson could remember Aiden had been like a kid brother to him.  Having been an only child, Jack’s brothers were his packmates.  Pack mentality had been instilled in him from a very young age: loyalty, honor, integrity and respect.  Not just to your pack, but to yourself as well.  He was groomed to be the leader, the alpha, like his father, his grandfather and the entire Kenner bloodline before him.  The Mikaelsons may have been the original vampires, but the Kenners were a pack of original werewolves.  The Mikaelsons could look down their haughty noses at what the Crescents were all they wanted.  It was a small price to pay for the freedom Jackson knew they had.  If he had to play a game of Would You Rather, he’d rather be a Crescent with freedom to live without constantly looking over your shoulder for enemies like the Mikaelsons had. People viewed living in the bayou all wrong.  There is a difference between a swamp and a bayou.  A swamp consists of wetlands, grassy flora, cypress trees, moss and other plant life in shallow water that has little to no movement, often stagnant and producing a noxious gas that sometimes emitted a green glow.  A bayou consists of an actual body of water extended from a river or lake that has a flow or current.  Unlike a swamp, a bayou is not stagnant and although it may feature flora and fauna, it also features estuaries that produce a vast array of seafood such as shrimp, oysters, crab, crawfish and a variety of freshwater fish that were suitable for eating.  Not to mention living on the waterfront provided hours of entertainment with swimming and boating, amazing sunrises and sunsets and an abundance of natural resources to build and handcraft various goods... like new and improved fancy ass cabins. Being a Crescent in the bayou was highly underrated, but it was a secret Jackson was happy to share with the exclusivity of his pack. There was a certain pride and responsibility that came with pack life and sometimes there were exceptions to the rules, such as family not always being a werewolf or a specific bloodline. Jackson was very welcoming to those who didn’t have families and wanted a sense of belonging. Vivianne for instance, was under the protection of his pack. And more recently, Tyler had been hanging out with them, enjoying the spoils of bonfires, beer and the best damn baby back ribs this side of the Mississippi. Speaking of pride, Jackson wanted Aiden to be proud and unashamed of who he was. Joining Aiden on the deck, Jackson laid back in a lounge chair gazing off in the same direction. “I know something is on your mind and I’m sure it has everything to do with a not so tall, but definitely dark and handsome party boy that came here for spring break and fell victim to Marcel... Josh. I know you ain’t gonna ask me for my blessing, nor do I expect you to. You don’t need my permission to love someone. Love is love regardless of who or what it’s with. But I’m gonna give it to you anyway because I love you like a brother and I want you to live your best life, unapologetically. Go get Josh, bring him back here and hang out with us. I know him well enough to know he’s cool and if you give everyone else the chance to meet him, I know they will too.”   template credit. 0 Comments

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