Mark has always hated Valentine's Day. He always seems to spend it alone year after year... but when Mark is prompted into seeking out a fortune teller, he receives a little help. Mark doesn't believe in such silly things as a love potion... but what has he got to lose? All he has to do is follow the rules and be careful. That doesn't seem to be too hard... until a single mistake turns Jack from friend to lover. Mark now has to act fast to find the antidote, before Jack becomes a victim of Love Potion Number 9.

My name isn't Jacqueline, it's Jack. And I am a boy. Jack McLoughlin is a transgender 17-year-old in his Junior year at a new highschool. He's living alone in a small apartment and works every day at the Starbucks down the street. He's short and insecure, but has a passion for art. But he finds another love of his after he bumps into a tall boy in the hallway.

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Jack is a ghost who spends his free time following around random college students to keep himself entertained, seeing as he's dead and no one can see him. But what happens when one day someone can see him? (Yet another )Septiplier Collab with AbigailWright7. I don't even bother keeping track at this point. XD

Currently: 42,000+ words Status: Ongoing series Jack didn't ask to move thousands of miles away from home in Ireland, moreover he didn't ask to move to a kingdom that had more problems than it had benefits. Except for his few friends that provided him with a place to stay, he hardly knew anyone or anything that this foreign place had to offer him. Well, he had to admit he was at least somewhat grateful for his job though. Mucking the stables under the King himself wasn't that bad, it could be worse; he didn't mind being outdoors all hours of the day and the pay wasn't half bad...but the package that seems to ride along the tail end has really started to become a nuisance. Mark didn't ask to be born a prince, especially one that was forbidden to step foot outside the castle else he'd disgrace his family. From what? He wasn't sure, but his Mother enforced the rule harshly upon him nonetheless. As he's pushed towards a life he doesn't want, holed up in the prison of a castle with no friends, he'd come to accept that he would never live a normal life. To ease his mind on lonely days, Mark often visited the stables with a bit of help from some sympathetic guards. The old keeper there was kind to him, as were the workers; he found the place to be his little form of temporary escape. But, on one fateful day he's introduced to a new worker. He is rude and bitter and talks to Mark as if he's held a lifelong grudge against him, but Mark can't help but find the Irishman the slightest bit intriguing. There's something about him. As the two slowly begin to get closer, Mark begins to realize that the stable boy isn't really the rude asshole he plays to be. In all, he's just an undeniable idiot... ...An idiot who might just steal his heart.

Jack has always been an energetic, loving, easygoing type of person. Until thing's get out of the control that is slowly making him depressed. Mark is assigned to Jack as his guardian angel. His job is to lead him out of the darkness and back to the light. Being around Jack has made Mark feel human again. But he needs Jack's help. Jack is not the only one depressed.