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Paperwork (Part IV) - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

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Author's Note: This is the final piece of the Paperwork series. Thank you for coming along on this journey! In total, this story amounts to nearly 24,000 words and 59 pages.

Warnings: Sexual content. 18+, MDNI.

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You wake up in a quiet room. And even though your body is awake, it takes some type of strength to open your eyes. It’s so, so bright. Unbelievably bright. It’s white and you’re lying on a cot. You conclude you must be in the infirmary. You can hear other people talking and getting their wounds treated beyond the four curtains that surround you like a room.

Almost immediately, you are bombarded with the feeling of immense discomfort that stretches through your limbs. Your muscles in the back of your neck are cramping.

How long have I been here?

You quietly wince when you sit yourself up. Then you notice a figure stir in the corner of the room and stumble towards you with a cane. His face is illuminated in the pale light above you. He pulls up a chair and sits down next to you.

Captain Levi.

“Hey.”

You whisper, “Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Could be better… what happened to your foot?”

There is a certain tightness to your lips when you speak. Your fingers go up to touch them and you notice something rough interwoven into the skin. Stitches. You eye his cane, which is lying up against the foot of your cot. Captain Levi chuckles but your expression remains neutral.

“You’re in the infirmary right now and you’re asking about me?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Eren ended up getting captured by the Female Titan. Mikasa and I managed to get him back. I’m fine.”

“Is it broken?”

“No, just badly sprained.”

“I see… How’s Gemma? I-is she okay?”

He looks away, his eyebrows furrowing together as his gaze adverts to the floor. His silence produces a wave of dread to wash over you. Your eyes widen.

“Captain?”

“She didn’t make it.”

Your heart sinks, low, “Oh.”

You lean your head up against the pillow behind you and look up to the ceiling. Your eyes sting when you think of the condition in which you found her. Even though Captain Levi was right and, yes, you did all you could, you still felt a certain sense of guilt. You bite the inside of your lip to try to prevent yourself from losing it in front of your captain.

“It’s not your fault. You did everything you could.”

A moment of silence is shared between the two of you. You look down at your hands, which are littered in cuts and bruises. You swear some of it is her blood, dried and caked underneath your fingernails. You become nauseous.

“What about the squad?”

He calls your name in a cautionary way. You shake your head.

“No, they… they can’t be dead.”

He doesn’t respond and you turn away from Captain Levi as hot tears run down your face.

“I don’t know how you’re still breathing.”

Your attention returns to him and you wait for him to explain his statement, your face blotchy and glistening.

“We thought you were all dead. How did you do it? How did you get back?”

“I…” you begin, voice weak from crying. You wipe off the tears from your cheeks. “I just started running as fast as I could. And then I came across a fallen comrade whose ODM gear was still functional. Then I found Gemma and had her hang onto me and used the gear to bring us back to everyone.”

“You did what you could to survive and you did. While this mission is not considered a victory by any means, you preserved. And that counts for something.”

“Look who’s awake!”

A female doctor pulls back the curtain and comes in, giving you a smile. She has your file in your hand and looks over the notes, flipping pages back and forth as she asks questions.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Could be better,” you repeat again.

“You are about due for some pain meds, would you like them?”

“Yes, please.”

She proceeds to give you some pills and a glass of water. You eagerly chug the entire glass down. Captain Levi proceeds to watch the interaction between you two closely.

“How long have I been here?”

“Only a few days.”

The nurse explains that some of your ribs are fractured and you’re extremely lucky to be alive. She shows you some breathing exercises to practice at home as the ribs heal. Other than that, all you sustained were substantial lacerations on your lip and your forehead. You are able to be discharged the day after tomorrow if everything goes well.

When she leaves, Captain Levi turns to you again. He begins to tell you how the Female Titan was identified as Annie Lehonart and Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover revealed themselves to be the Armored and Colossal Titans, respectively. They’ve managed to capture Ymir and Eren and the Scouts were on their way to rescue them.

You and Captain Levi are on medical leave for nearly two weeks.

“So much has happened since you’ve been out. This is only scratching the surface. But there’s no point dwelling on all this right now. I know you’re probably overwhelmed but I want you to focus on getting better. The Scouts need you.”

“Okay.”

Another silence fills the room. You enjoy it. Then memories flash across your mind in darkened shots.

“No. You are not dying today. I won’t allow it.” … “C’mon, stay with me.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and your heart races. Your palms clench together.

“What? What is it?”

“You… kissed me on the forehead.”

His entire demeanor tenses up and his eyebrows furrow together. He looks towards the floor and you notice a very light blush dusting on his cheeks. You’re just hanging on what he’s about to say and waiting for him to explain himself.

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t remember that,” he looks up at you again while you look at him, almost in horror. “It was just in the heat of the moment. Don’t speak about it again.”

“Why?”

“Can’t you for once do as you’re told without questioning it, brat?”

“Nope, not in this instance.”

“So stubborn,” he holds his head in his hands. “So, does this mean that you're no longer mad at me?”

“You’re still on thin ice, Captain. Watch it.”

* * *

For the next week, you check in on Captain Levi a few times a day and always bring a freshly brewed pot of tea with you. You need to keep moving because of your ribs and he needs to take it easy with his leg. It’s a perfect deal. Thanks to the painkillers the nurse gives you and your persistence with your at-home physical therapy, you practically feel like the fractures don’t even exist.

Despite being on medical leave, it doesn’t stop Humanity’s Strongest from working. You catch him numerous times working on paperwork and writing letters to various officials in the regiment. Despite your pleas for him to take it easy and citing a correlation between one’s mental state and healing, he shuts you down and continues to chip away at his daily duties that don’t require a substantial amount of physical demand.

Your knuckles meet his office doors and produce your special knocking sequence so Captain Levi knows it's you before entering. You swing it open and find him hard at work at his desk with a stack of paperwork as a result of the 57th Exterior Scouting Mission. It’s evening and the sun is still shining brightly onto him and his working space, despite the impending night falling upon you. You pad over quietly to him and set the teacup and saucer down next to him.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, remaining unhinged from his work.

“You sure you don’t want help with that?”

“Absolutely. It gives me something to do other than twiddling my thumbs.”

“Okay.”

You sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk, crossing your legs as you blow on the tea in your hand. You study the captain’s demeanor. There is a deep crease in the middle of his eyebrows, his eyes focused on his task at hand. His wrist flicks and scribbles as he writes. And even sometimes he takes a lip between his teeth.

He’s dressed in a white long sleeved shirt with black slacks and shoes. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing a peek of his chiseled chest. His dress jacket hangs on the back of his office chair neatly.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Staring.”

“Only because there’s something on your face.”

“What?�� he immediately shoots up from his chair and goes to the giant mirror in his bathroom. He comes out of the bathroom, glaring at you in unamusement. “Funny.”

A twinge of annoyance settles in the pit of his stomach when he sits back down and continues working. You try to eye your tea cup, anything else, besides the captain. You note that it takes him about three to five minutes to complete each form. When you see him pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh deeply, you roll your eyes and grab half of the pile that has yet to be done.

“Just swallow your fucking pride and let me help.”

He doesn’t protest when you manage to snag a pen from his desk. You look down on the form he’s currently working on and notice the name: Petra Rahl. He’s working on the former Levi Squad. Without another word, you make your way to the dining room table. He follows. Carefully pulling a chair out, you sit down and a wave of nostalgia hits you.

You recall the memories from a few weeks ago and how this feels so familiar. How his lips felt against yours, your body pressed on his, and his mouth all over you. The words he said… You swallow a thick wad of saliva when your pelvis clenches.

You shake your head to try to shake away the memories.

Goddammit, get it together. Do your job.

During the last few days, Captain Levi has taught you how to be more efficient with your time when completing paperwork. Thanks to his guidance, you work twice as fast as you did before. Very little conversation is made between you two as you scribble fervently. You don’t know how much time passes but you figure it takes at least four hours. You occasionally look out the window and notice how the sun is disappearing beyond the wall and the sky is saturating in a myriad of oranges and pinks.

Once you complete the last paper, you flip it over with the others and gather them neatly. This time, you are done before the captain. You set them on the table a few times so they all align in an organized pile and set it down in front of you. When you look towards him, his eyebrow is cocked.

“I have more for you if you’re done early.”

“What? That’s not fair,” you protest. “C’mon, I didn’t make you do that.”

“Why don’t you make yourself useful then and get us some more tea.”

“And you say I’m the brat.”

“Tch.”

You roll your eyes at his lame comeback and stand up, going to the kitchen to do as you’re told. The halls are quiet as everybody is asleep. You scurry into the kitchen and get everything ready to make some black tea. As you brew it, you reflect.

The past few days, you and the captain had been getting closer since you had been spending a considerable amount of time together. This temporary medical leave both of you are facing feels like a punishment, but a blessing at the same time. There had been days where he felt like a friend of yours and there were other days where he was an absolute stranger. Still, you kept it professional. Obviously. You had been helping change his bandages and helping him with various things. Although he insisted that he hated being coddled or watched over and you were wasting your time, you insisted every time that it wasn’t like that.

Part of you absolutely can’t stand him and his my-way-or-the-highway demeanor. How he is so self-assured and confident. But another part of you longs to get closer. Like a moth drawn to a flame. You wonder, though… how close can you get before you get burned?

The tea kettle whistles with life when the water is boiled, ripping you out of your thoughts.

When you return, you approach Captain Levi again, who is still at his seat, and softly set down the cup on the table with a clang. You sit back down on the other side of the table. You conclude that his share is completely done as his pen sits on top of it. You look out the window and take a careful sip, which warms your palms considerably.

You sigh, looking down on your pile, “Man, I just can’t believe Reiner and Bertholdt… how many of us they’ve killed. I didn’t suspect a thing. Their stories lined up to a T… everything.”

“Yeah. It was a shock to everybody. Eren is taking it pretty hard.”

“I bet… I know him and Reiner were close. The kid looked up to him. Really makes you wonder who you can trust.”

He goes quiet.

“What?” you inquire, looking at him with curiosity.

“Do you trust me?”

You are taken aback by his sudden question.

“Well… you’ve had plenty of chances to kill me and you haven’t yet,” you chuckle. As always, he remains stoic. You clear your throat. “Yeah, I would say I trust you.”

“Then follow me.”

Captain Levi fluidly gets up from his chair and pushes it in. You’re confused but you get up and accompany him anyway. He opens his bedroom door, revealing his dark room, and walks over to the large window to the left of his bed. He unlocks and opens it, crawling through while still somehow holding his tea and not spilling it. His eyes lock onto yours when they peer through the windowsill.

“Captain?”

“I told you; it’s just Levi.”

He reaches out for you. You try desperately to read him to try to find any clue of what he’s thinking. It’s no use. That man has and always will be an enigma to you. You hesitantly reach for it and he pulls you swiftly outward and onto the roof, planting a hand on the small of your back. A series of butterflies erupts in your stomach. You instantly kill and dismiss them.

A warm breeze brushes your face. You are met with the same beautiful cityscape you saw a few weeks ago. This time, though, there were quite a few houses that had warm, yellow lights coming out of them. You can even hear the winding down bustling of the city. The air is fresh and invigorates and refreshes your being. The sky is darkening and the stars are beginning to come out and shimmer brilliantly above you, adorning the sky like spilled silver glitter.

Levi takes a seat, his knees bent upward and wrapped around by his arms. You carefully lower yourself down onto the rough tile roofing next to him.

“Wow,” you murmur, taking another swig of your tea. “It’s amazing.”

“I sit out here often. Allows me the space to breathe and think.”

“It’s a beautiful place to do it. What do you think about?”

“Lots,” he says, drinking.

“Well… what’re you thinking about right now?”

He looks over to you, “The failed mission.”

You look down at your cup, “Oh.”

“I still don’t know how you managed to make it. You saved a severely wounded fellow soldier with broken ribs in a seemingly hopeless situation. You fought like hell. But I can’t seem to shake the way you screamed… I didn’t know what was going on.”

“I didn’t save her.”

Levi looks over at you with a confused, perhaps even angry, countenance.

“That’s all you got out of that and that's what you think?”

You shrug your shoulders and he continues.

“You saved her. Yes, she might’ve succumbed to her wounds but that doesn’t make your act of bravery any less valid. And obsessing over that fact does nothing. It doesn’t help you nor the fallen. It’s life.”

Your eyes begin to water and a painful lump begins to form in the center of your throat. He sets his empty cup up onto the window.

“What do you suggest, then? How do I carry on her memory?”

“By acknowledging the fact that her sacrifice has helped us make great strides, both today and tomorrow,” he explains. “Her strength hasn’t died. You carry on that torch every day.”

There is an awful void of conversation after that. It’s almost unbearable. You don’t dare to look at him, otherwise you might shrivel under his gaze like a coward. Still, you sit silently next to him. You try to focus on anything else other than him. The stars, the wall, the townspeople below. Anything. You finish up the last of your tea and set it beside his on the window.

Something cracks inside of you, though. Something that’s been building and being pushed down. And it suddenly breaks through like a dam with the slightest touch, like that of a feather.

“It should’ve been me,” your voice cracks and you begin to weep, turning your gaze away from Levi. “I’m useless. I can’t do anything right. I’m just a burden. The doctors say it’s a miracle I’m alive? No. This is more like a cruel joke. You were right, Levi; would probably be better if I’m just eaten and—”

Your monologue is interrupted when Levi extends a hand and grabs you. He leans over and softly but urgently presses his mouth to yours. Your eyes go wide and stare at him through clouded vision, then close your eyes and lean back into him. His grip wraps around your waist, bringing you in closer to him. Your arms drape from his shoulders, wrapping around to bury your hands in his soft hair.

He pulls away and you cup his face tenderly. He brings his forehead to yours, wiping away your tears and the trails they’ve left.

“Don’t ever speak like that again,” his voice is deadly serious. “That’s a fucking order.”

And just like that, his lips are on yours again. It’s so slow, so passionate. He feels and tastes like honey. He opens his mouth and his tongue lightly brushes against your lower lip. You grant him access and the kiss deepens. Your fingers find their way to his scalp again, lightly scratching it when his arms wrap around your waist and hug you softly to be mindful of your healing wounds.

He’s being so tender, so loving. It makes your heart swell.

Fuck you, Levi.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he says in between kisses, leaving you gasping from the lack of contact.

The neediness, the breathiness in his voice makes you squirm. Your body is involuntarily expressing the need for this to go faster. You need to feel him all over you again. You desperately grasp his shirt collar and pull him closer to you. He grasps your shoulders tightly and pushes you away slightly. His dilated eyes bores into yours. His eyes look more black than the usual piercing silver you’re so used to. And he looks far from bored.

Both of you are panting with need as his breath fans across your face.

He whispers, “Slower, slower, slower. Slower.”

He smoothly pulls you in again. He’s so smooth, so effortless with you. It feels so natural. Like a dream. Your body is practically screaming for his touch. Your touch becomes needy and rushed when your lips press harder and quicker on his.

He draws away slightly and slowly speaks against your lips. You somehow manage to hold back a frustrated whimper.

“Slower… slower…”

The sounds of you both heavily breathing and the sounds of your lips connecting add to your arousal pooling between your legs. You lean backward so you’re laying on the roof and Levi towers over you, his hands running down the sides of your body and squeezing at your hips. He grabs one of your legs and brings it up towards him, gaining access to some of your backside.

His palm takes its time gliding over the fabric covering your legs as you continue to kiss, noticing something hard on your leg already. He contracts his fingers and grabs your ass, pulling your hips up towards him. He then comes down and slaps it. Even though his lips are slow and sweet, his touch is slow and unforgiving. You release a quiet moan into his mouth at the contact.

“Let’s take this inside.”

Without another word, he’s up onto his feet and carrying you. You slightly wince at the sudden contact as a wave of pain runs across your ribs, but not enough for him to notice. Once you two are back in his room, he shifts you around so your legs wrap tightly around his waist and he pins you up against the nearest wall.

His lips make a trail of kisses from your mouth down to the base of your neck. As he does, his hips slowly roll into yours. Quick jolts of warm pleasure run through your pelvis and down your legs. Your eyes flutter closed when your arm wraps around his head, pushing him closer into your skin. His tongue and lips work together to unravel you, the flesh of your neck seething with desire. He brings one hand up and carefully undoes your ponytail, allowing your hair to fall down in a curtain around you two.

You quietly whine his name as he continues his assault on your neck. Upon hearing it, he carries you to his bed. He effortlessly throws you down onto it and crawls on top of you in between your legs. His scent is all around you, underneath you on his comforter and him on top of you. Take a deep breath in and savor the moment. It’s nearly intoxicating.

He watches you in adoration in the moonlight when his eyes travel up and down your body, so ready and open for him when his touch trails down your body.

He says your name, “You are so breathtaking.”

Feeling a heat creep up onto your cheeks, you use a move that you were taught during a recent training day to flip him over so he’s on bottom. He slams down with his head on the pillow. His grip instinctively moves to your waist and stays there, moving up underneath your shirt and tracing your warm skin. His touch leaves goosebumps in its wake.

You lean into Levi’s neck and just as your lips make contact with his skin, his hips are already softly bucking upward towards yours. You use one of your hands to pull up on the root of his hair and the other to keep his head to the side so you can retain access to his neck. Levi makes a series of strangled moans and you reciprocate that energy by doing the same. Your tongue makes a stripe from his collarbones to his ear, stopping there to kiss and suck on his earlobe.

His touch, once again, finds its way to your ass and briskly smacks it a few times.

“Oh, fuck,” he almost whimpers, burying his face in your hair. “Mmm.”

His sounds of pleasure encourage you to keep going. He twists the waistband of your leggings into his fist and uses it to guide your hips up and down on his pelvis. His hard cock slides up on your cunt. You sigh against his skin, the contact shooting pleasurable sparks up your pelvis.

Eventually your lips return to his and he kisses you intensely with greed. He plays with the hem of your shirt and looks to you for permission. You assist him in taking it off and silently express gratitude to yourself that you decided to wear your good bra today. His eyes are glued to your chest and he sits up, pushing your chest to his and still straddling him.

Levi buries his face in your chest, planting numerous kisses there and also carefully caressing your sides. You wrap an arm around his head and kiss his forehead as he does. He slowly works up to your bra, massaging you through your bra. He gently pulls back a cup and his mouth moves to kiss your nipple before taking it completely into his mouth. Your hips buck at the sensation when he grasps your breasts with his large hands.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah,” you breathe into his hair.

“Good.”

His tongue laps up your nipple and even slightly pulls on it with his teeth, causing a squeak to escape your lips. He chuckles with pride.

Fuck you, Levi.

You lean back and reach around your back and unclasp your bra. You throw it to the floor beside the bed and Levi’s eyes go wide with the new view of your naked chest. You feel his dick twitch below you and you moan as you press your hips down onto it to get some type of relief. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and when he sees that, his cock flutters again.

You reach for his shirt and after he lays his hands on yours, he assists you in taking it off. The discarded material is chucked to the side and your lips find each other’s again. Hot skin is pressed skin now that both of you are topless. He is so muscular, his muscles flexing against your chest. It feels heavenly. Wrapping an arm around your waist, Levi gracefully flips you over again and sets you below him.

His mouth leaves yours and makes a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your chin, your neck, collarbone, and torso. He takes his time, especially around your ribs. He mutters apologies and words of affirmations each time his lips pull away from your bruised flesh. You have never wanted somebody so badly in your life until now. Your fingers intertwine strands of hair in between themselves and lightly pull as he continues to go south.

He finally reaches your waistband and his warm breath fans across the skin there, electrifying and turning your body on to every little touch of his. His fingers trail down your sides and hook into the fabric and pull down. As your pants are removed, his hands continue to trail over your smooth skin. When Levi pulls them off, he drinks you in. Your hair is fanned across his pillow as you’re left in just your underwear.

His palms plant themselves on your knees and gently push them apart. He lowers himself down in between your legs and wraps his arms around your legs, his palms resting on the front of your thighs. His fingers slowly and softly massage your muscles there. His mouth starts at your knee and slowly works towards your center, planting more open-mouthed kisses on your thigh. Your hips have a mind of their own as they gently rock forward, needing his touch in another spot.

“Stay still, brat,” he orders after he places a strong arm across your waist and pinning you down. “Don’t make me stop what I’m doing.”

You can’t respond with anything else but a moan and a nod. At this point, you feel your arousal dripping down in your underwear. When he reaches the apex that connects your leg to your pelvis, he starts the same thing on the other side. You try your best to keep your hips still, but it’s difficult. You bring up your hand to your mouth and bite down to try to stifle the sounds of pleasure that rip from your throat.

He reaches up and grabs that hand and interlaces your fingers together down towards your hip.

He breathes you in and his exhale soaks into your underwear. Your eyes clamp shut, overwhelmed with the teasing and lack of pleasure.

“Please,” you whimper, bucking upwards towards his mouth.

“You haven’t even the slightest idea of how much I’ve wanted this again. I want to savor it.”

He plants a kiss and makes a small stripe with his tongue on your clothed cunt and you moan loudly, the slightest bit of gratification making your whole body jump.

You manage to breathe, “You’d… be surprised to know… how I feel…”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

He hums in appreciation and lets go of you and wraps his fist around the fabric of your underwear harshly before pulling it apart, causing a ripping sound to echo in your ears. He rips one side and then rips the other before it completely comes off. It’s pushed away after that. You want to be angry at him for ruining a perfectly good pair of underwear, but you can’t bring yourself to protest. It feels too good. He feels too good.

You squirm with anticipation when he comes down in between your thighs again. His hand finds yours again and his tongue presses flat against your pussy. Your back arches. His tongue feels so smooth, soft, and wet when he moves it in various motions. Hot flames spark throughout your entire body as he gets into it, shaking his head at times to gain more motion.

“Shit, I forgot just how good you taste.”

Your body jolts and spasms at his words and also when he sucks you, causing suckling noises to echo throughout his bedroom. His arm is still pinned across your lower torso which renders you unable to move. Occasionally, when his tongue drops lower, you feel his nose brushing past your swollen clit. His hand temporarily unlatches itself from yours to hook your leg over his shoulder and then returns.

You look down at him as he’s hard at work. Something about seeing Humanity’s Strongest between your legs makes your pussy clench. You brush back some of his hair with your other free hand. There’s a large vertical vein that is bulging slightly from the center of his forehead. Although he doesn’t look up at you, you still admire him and his efforts. The bed slightly rocks from him rutting his hips against the mattress.

All those years of using the ODM gear really came in handy.

He adjusts himself after his arm lets go of your hips and positions his finger at your entrance, making teasing circles around it. You somehow manage to scoot yourself lower and it enters you, which elicits a sigh from the both of you. He thrusts it in and out a few times before adding another finger and curling upward.

“Where’s all that defiance now, hm?”

As much as you want to show your defiance, you are physically not able to.

Fuck you, Levi Ackerman.

Even though he has just started eating you out, you already feel like your orgasm is near. Your legs begin to tremble and white stars prickle at the corners of your vision. You take your lip in between your teeth harshly and bite down. Levi is relentless. He continues his motions and sucks your clit, hard. Your body shakes from his forcefulness. But you don’t mind.

You find your voice and moan out, “Levi, I’m close.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

You clench around him with so much strength and lust that in the back of Levi’s mind, he’s concerned if he will even be able to fit inside. You squeeze his hand so hard that your knuckles turn white. Just when you are about to go over the edge, Levi stops. A frown crosses your face.

Faster than you can register it, he flips you onto all fours and digs his fingers into your hips and dives back into your pussy. His tongue laps you and your sex. A sense of embarrassment floods you, given the vulnerability of this position, but quickly vanishes when he continues pleasing you. Your back arches against his face and you're buried in the pillow. He grabs both of your arms and pins them both behind your back with one hand.

Levi stops and you can feel him stare a hole into your skin. You push your hips back and urge him to continue.

“Eager, are we?”

“Very.”

He spits onto your cunt and continues his assault. You had never thought that Levi could be so vulgar and nasty, given his cleaning habits/obsession.

Everybody is full of surprises.

Just when you are about to go over the edge, Levi ceases and flips you over. He crawls up to your face and comes up to kiss you delicately. You are left with nothing. Again.

The taste of you on his lips is all you can register when his tongue enters your mouth. He pulls away from you and looks deep into your eyes, which are blown out with pleasure. Your eyebrows are furrowed together. You are pissed.

“Don’t look so deflated, sweetheart,” he practically chuckles and the pad of his thumb brushes your lower lip. “Call me a selfish bastard, but I only want you to cum on my cock.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks again. You bravely reach your hand downward and grasp his length. He’s as hard as a fucking rock. You look up at him and bite your lip and the sight nearly drives the man wild. He collapses next to you on the bed and starts to undo his pants, but you stop him in his tracks by shoving his hands away.

“Let me.”

You swing a leg over and straddle him, leaning down and kissing his neck. When his palms find your sides, you reach backward to grab them and pin them both beside his head. You hear a pleased hum. He is completely at your mercy, now. Your tongue swirls in small circles against his carotid.

Levi makes a series of quiet breaths and sighs when you kiss down further, his muscles contracting underneath your mouth with need. He watches you like a starving hawk every step of the way. He reaches down and brushes hair away from your face before running a hand across your scalp. When you get to his hip bones, you lightly swipe your tongue across them. He throws his head back and groans.

“You know, you’ve talked about how good looking I am,” you mutter on his skin, one of your hands working to unbutton his pants. “But I feel like nobody has told you how pretty you are.”

He breathes, “Always talking too much…”

You manage to pull down his pants and shimmy them off his legs. He’s left only in his boxer briefs. His length strains against them and slightly wet with pre-cum. Your mouth salivates at the sight. You can’t wait to break this man down. You approach him again, your face just merely inches from him. You softly grab his chin and make him look you in the eyes.

“I’m deadly serious though, Levi. You’re very pretty.”

A light pink tinge breaks across his face. You smile at him and kiss his stomach one more time before traveling down to his bulge. You lower your lips down onto it and place featherlight kisses onto it. His pelvis tips up towards you and you lick a stripe all the way up the fabric. Levi loudly groans and runs a hand through his hair. Your arousal heightens.

Your fingers take their time in finding their way into his briefs and pulling his dick out, brushing up along Levi’s leg in the process. He looks down on you with impatience but you ignore it. After, you grab him firmly in your hand, causing him to hiss in pleasure. His patch of pubic hair tickles your fingers. After he notices that you aren’t moving your wrist, he begins to thrust up into it. Your hand remains stationary as he uses you to pleasure himself. His hands fist the comforter below him as he does so. Drips of pre-cum dribble down his length and into your hand, giving your grip some lubrication.

You take him in in all his glory. Sure, he was more than impressive out in the field of battle. But this is something else. This is far more intimate. He is in his most vulnerable state. And he’s sharing that with you.

In appreciation, you ease forward and put out your tongue before tracing a stripe along the underside of his cock. He bows towards you and takes your hair and holds it in a fist, allowing him a full view of you as you start to suck him. Your mouth wraps around his tip, swiping the beads of pre-cum off, and your tongue makes circles around it. You, too, had forgotten his taste and how addictive he is. He throws his head back and lifts his hips up again, encouraging you to go further.

After taking off his briefs, you take more and more of him into your mouth until you can’t anymore. Your grip remains around him to compensate for the length you can’t reach. You start bobbing up and down, his grip in your hair growing tighter with each passing second but not pushing down. Almost immediately, you find a comfortable rhythm. You continue for a few moments, noticing how Levi’s muscles tensing up with your touch.

He holds your head in place and thrusts up into your mouth, his tip pushing up against the back of your throat with each plunge. The sound of your mouth wrapped around him as he does this smacks throughout the room. It’s so obscene, but the both of you love it. As long as you can still breathe, you don’t mind this.

Soon, he stops his movements, “You’re taking me so good, fuck.”

You pull him out of your mouth and a messy string of saliva connects him to your mouth. Leaning back in, you lap the string back up by rotating your tongue in the process. Levi’s eyes roll. You smile at the victory and put him back in. You change your rhythm every now and again, speeding it up and slowing it back down when he least expects it. When you go faster, he jerks and tenses up. When you go slower, he relaxes and breathes deeply to regain his composure.

And sometimes you even take a break to kiss his hips and his thighs while still jacking him off with your hand.

In his mind, the head you’re giving him is mindblowing. Your lips on his skin is like a wildfire. You’ve already edged him at least two different times without even realizing. He isn’t sure how much longer he can take this torture.

The next time you speed up, you manage to get him dangerously close. So close, in fact, that he thinks he doesn’t make it by the time he lifts up on your hair and forces you off him.

He nearly pleads, “Come here and kiss me.”

You crash your lips to his and eagerly obey his command. His arms wrap around your waist and your cup his face, tracing your fingertips along his sharp jawline. His dick is twitching against your pelvic bone numerous times as you two make out, naked bodies pressed on one another’s.

He pulls away and slips his hand to the side of your face. You lean into his touch.

“Let me make this absolutely clear,” his voice is full of bitterness when he says your name, there’s an edge to it. Your stomach drops and he brings you in so your foreheads touch. “You are not a burden. And I won’t let anything happen to you. That’s a promise.”

You fight back the urge to cry. Instead, you give him a smile and place your palm on his.

“Okay.”

“Now let me prove it to you.”

He reaches down and your gaze follows him. He grabs his length and pushes it on your slit. Your eyes snap shut with the sensation of his sex on yours. He gathers some of your lubrication onto the tip and teases your entrance. He looks up at you with darkened irises.

You nod your head to give your consent and his other hand grabs at your hip to steady it, getting ready to push himself in.

“If anything interrupts us again, I might just have to kill somebody.”

You heartily laugh and he smiles. This time, he shows teeth. It’s a beautiful sight. You’ve never wanted anything more. You push back his hair from his hungry eyes. He’s never been more attractive than he is right now.

Without another word, his tip goes in. It’s a stretching, delicious feeling. Even though he hasn’t gone all the way in yet, both of your mouths drop open and eyelids closed. He moves his hands to your sides and looks up at you, beautifully pressed like a flower onto the bed below.

“You’re in control here,” he strains, pecking your cheek. “Take it at your own pace.”

You nod your head in understanding and slowly sink down onto him, taking it inch by inch. God, he feels way too fucking good. His eyelids are so pressed together that he looks to be in pain. Adjusting to him takes a minute but once you’ve fully taken him, you use your hands to plant themselves on his firm chest and move in a fluid motion. His grip settles on your hip bones but occasionally moves upward to your breasts to fondle them. You feel so full of him. Your heart is full and your mind is full. You couldn't have more of Levi inside you if you tried.

You grind back and forth, up and down on him and the slaps of his thighs smacking against your ass fill the room. Your hair falls in loose waves around your face and your shoulders. Your face is contorted with lust and pleasure and your cheeks are heated. Your breasts bump up and down with your body. Your walls flutter and squeeze around him deliciously each time you roll yourself onto him. To Levi, you look and feel like an actual goddess.

And then there’s Levi, who is so fixated and addicted to this moment that he can’t even think of anything else. He struggles to stifle his whimpers and groans. A large part of you wants to commit them to memory so you can listen to them whenever you want. A number of affirmations leave his lips when you ride him like a priest preaching to a church full of followers.

“You’re riding me so well. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh, yeah. You’re so fucking good, sweetheart. Shiiiit.”

Your hips begin to tire out and Levi notices. Before long, he halts you from moving further by wrapping his arms around your center and fucking up into you. He’s more rushed and rough as his balls slap up on your ass. Your face is buried in Levi’s neck and you hold his face. His moans are in your ear and yours are in his. You can feel your orgasm building up again and your pelvic floor tenses.

Levi feels this and refuses to let you finish this early.

He pushes you up off him and spins you around so you’re laying down on him with your back on his chest. He reaches down and his fingers find and slowly circle your clit as his length rubs against your soaked cunt. You reach back and grip his hair, running your fingertips urgently through the black strands. You need more. Your hips desperately rock up to his fingers to try to get him to speed up.

He doesn’t waver. His middle and ring fingers move in tight, evenly paced circles around your clit. It doesn’t take long before you get close again. Your moans become more high pitched and frequent and your legs start shaking. The warmth you feel in the depths of your pelvis takes over you. On top of that, Levi’s dick teases your entrance.

Just when you are about to be pushed over the edge, he stops again. He completely withdraws. You nearly want to cry.

“So needy,” he lowly chuckles in your ear, kissing on the cartilage as you wine. His words make you flood even more. “I could do this all night.”

“Do it then,” you moan. “Do what you want.”

He pauses everything and you feel his bumping heartbeat on your shoulder blade. He takes a few deep breaths.

“You really shouldn’t have said that, brat.”

You squeal when he nearly shoves you off him and carries you to the bathroom. There, he pushes you over the sink and positions himself behind you. Once he’s all the way in, his grip finds its way to your hair and pulls on it lightly. You’re flush to his chest again. His hand slowly wraps around your throat and squeezes. Your eyelids snap shut as you feel your head swell.

“No, open,” he scolds in between breaths. “I want you to see how pretty you are when you’re taking me like this.”

He’s referring to the wall mirror in front of you both. You open your eyes and take in the view. Levi is behind you and thrusting into you and your body is contorted backward against him. His hand bulges with veins and seemingly huge when it's wrapped around your neck like this. His strong arm pins your torso in place.

He looks so concentrated and adamant when he’s fucking you, he looks almost the same way when he’s killing titans. His hair is pushed back from his face which gives you a clear view of his gray eyes. A candle lit behind him reflects on his body in a warm, smooth outline. Even though he positioned you like this so you can admire your own beauty, you will always be in awe of his.

Even though there is a certain roughness to him right now, he’s still being soft. His grip on your neck isn’t too hard and his thrusts aren’t slamming up to your cervix. It’s just enough.

“Stop,” you breathe as you feel close again. And upon command, Levi immediately ceases his actions and withdraws, his palm dropping from your neck and caressing your skin. He opens his mouth to ask if you are okay but before he can, you are on your knees and swallowing his cock. You look up at him as you do so and his lustful gaze penetrates yours effortlessly.

The mixed taste of you both on him sends you in a state of euphoria, making your pussy drip with want. You can’t help but to grind yourself on the back of your heel. A slick wetness covers the skin there immediately and your clit rubs on it. You let out a pleasurable moan that reverberates through Levi. The vibrations make him throw his head back.

You say, “God, I love sucking you off. I love making you feel good.”

Your enthusiasm makes Levi twitch with need. He buries his hand in your scalp and holds your hair back in a ponytail again. You give your mouth a break and jack him off at a steady paste, your wrist rotating around as it reaches the tip. His breath hitches in his throat and his body jerks involuntarily. Your name falls off his lips and is accompanied by whimpers and moans. You smile up at him and plant kisses along the front of both his thighs.

He lifts you up off the floor after placing his hands on the sides of your face. He kisses you passionately, his tongue immediately entering your mouth and playing with yours. Your cunt slides up against his length and just like a few weeks ago, you rock your pelvis up and down it. Levi pulls you in close to him and buries his face in your hair.

This makes you feel incredibly close to him and turns you on even more than you already are. Your slick gathers on his length as you continue to grind your hips on it.

“This feels awfully familiar,” he mutters in between pants.

“It does, doesn’t it?”

Levi chuckles and brings you back into his room and lays you down on the bed. He readies himself in between your legs and slowly pushes in again. Your eyes roll back. He rolls his hips into yours a few times before reaching over your head and grabbing a pillow. In one fluid motion, he lifts up your hips and places it under your lower back. You are slightly confused at the gesture but don’t bother to ask. You trust him.

His tip brushes your G-spot time and time again, sending jolting sparks throughout your limbs. He collapses his body onto yours and kisses your neck as he continues to thrust. The collision of skin on skin and his touch makes you go wild. It brings you closer and closer to the brink.

“I’m close, Levi…”

He stops again but this time he continues soon after, but very slowly. You look down at the place that connects your bodies together. How a subtle squelching noise can be heard every time he pushes back in. His forehead connects to yours and kisses it. It sends a series of butterflies through your stomach.

“Cum with me, beautiful.”

No, scratch that. It’s an entire zoo.

He connects his lips to yours in a frenzy once he speeds up his thrusting. A white heat erupts from your pelvis and burns like a wildfire across your being. Heated waves of pleasure numb your mind to everything else. All you can focus on is Levi and how good he’s making you feel.

“I… I…” you struggle to speak, your voice going hoarse. “I want you cum inside me.”

“Yeah? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He kisses your cheeks out of appreciation. It feels so much more close and intimate than just hooking up. You both feel it. The kisses, the touches, the words seem to mean more. There’s an intention behind them. You connect your gaze to Levi’s and you shoot him a weak smile in between sobs.

I love you, Levi Ackerman.

A few more brushes against your g-spot and you see white. Stars. A scream rips from your throat and he doesn’t even bother to try to muffle you anymore. He needs to hear you cry out for him in the most desperate way possible. Your heart is beating so fast that it’s as if it’s going to burst. All you can register is Levi’s moans as he calls out for you. He sounds so, so heavenly. You both struggle to kiss each other back, only being able to pant and hold each other close. You feel his cock spasm. It feels divine. He rides your highs out and eventually slows down.

He pulls out and collapses beside you. It takes you both a few minutes to come back to reality. You have to catch your breath and stabilize your vision, which spins wildly. Eventually you open your eyes and turn your head over towards him, placing your lips on his.

“Fuck,” you breathe.

“Yeah...”

He sits up and takes a look at the mess you both have created in between your legs. He pulls apart your knees to find translucent spider webs in between your thighs. The sight alone makes him want to do it all over again. You take your bottom lip in between your teeth when you see how infatuated he is.

He gently slaps your leg which causes you to jump, “Come on, we both need a shower.”

“Levi,” you whine. “I don’t think I’m able to walk.”

“That’s fine.”

He carefully shoves his arms underneath you and brings you to his chest when he carries you to the shower. His knees buckle underneath him a few times but his strides remain steady and strong. The sex took a toll on him, too.

Before you know it, you both are in the shower. The evaporation of the hot water makes the entire bathroom smell like sex. Neither of you mind, at all. He hugs you underneath the stream of water and you’re taken aback by his sudden gesture. You reciprocate the hug hesitantly.

“Levi? Are you okay?”

He mutters into your skin, “I still can’t understand what you’re doing to me.”

“What?”

“I…” he starts but sighs. His entire body is so tense. “I can’t deny this any longer. Almost losing you scared the shit out of me.”

You stroke his hair comfortingly. His eyes flutter closed.

“I know.”

“I’m not really good at expressing myself sometimes. I would rather eradicate all the titans than to be doing this right now… but I know what I want. And I want you.”

You pull back from him and look at him with furrowed eyebrows. Although you are caught off guard by his confession, you welcome it anyway. Weeks of trying to deny how you felt for this man and pretending like he doesn’t pretend was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. No matter what titan of what size, it couldn’t compare to the pain you’d been suppressing. And now it’s all come together.

You snap out of your trance when Levi nudges his nose against yours and calls your name.

“Please say something.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. Although your lips feel raw, you still are eagerly kissing him back. You feel so content and at peace. Everything has finally boiled down to this moment.

That is, until you feel his cock hardening on your leg. You look down at it and look back at him with annoyance.

“Seriously? We just got done.”

“What?” he laughs. “I can’t help it.”

“Oh my god… I thought the majority of older people suffer from erectile dysfunction? Clearly not you.”

“Wow, are you calling me old?”

“Maybe,” you laugh but his amusement dissipates when you grab onto his length and begin to stroke it. “So what if I am? What’re you gonna do about it, old man?”

“That damn humor of yours…”

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nayziiz · 4 months

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Team Dynamics | LN4

Summary: To celebrate the launch of their 2024 car for the upcoming F1 season, McLaren hosts a masquerade gala event that sees two souls connect and lead to a whirlwind romance. Unfortunately, the pair realise soon after that they are to work together quite closely after they agreed it would only be a one-night thing.

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, one night stand, unprotected sex

Pairing: Gemma (I don't like writing with Y/N or reader) x Lando Norris

Series Masterlist

PART 8

The forest echoes with the sounds of rustling leaves and the distant calls of unseen birds as Lando and Gemma continue their journey deeper into the woods. The once well-defined trail had now become a patchwork of twigs and scattered leaves beneath their feet. A sense of uncertainty hung in the air, but Lando’s lighthearted banter helps diffuse the situation. He picks up a stick and pokes her calves with it as she walks.

“Cut it out. It’s your fault we lost the group.” Gemma grunts breathlessly. “Why of all places did we decide hiking in the middle of nowhere would be a good idea.”

As they walk through the dense foliage, Lando couldn't help but notice the worry etched across Gemma’s face. Her cautious demeanour clashes with his adventurous spirit, creating a dynamic that was as intriguing as the winding trails they traversed.

Gemma pauses and scans their surroundings, her brow furrowed with concern. She tries to listen if she can hear their friends’ voices, but all she hears is Lando digging in his bag behind her.

“We’re lost.” Gemma concludes as she too pulls off her backpack and clears an area to sit down.

“We’re not lost. We’re just taking the scenic route.” Lando counters as he sits down beside her. “It's like a choose-your-own-adventure hike. Adventure being the key word.”

Gemma struggles to suppress a faint smile despite her growing anxiety.

“I prefer knowing where I'm going. And right now, I have no idea.” Gemma argues, but Lando is simply undeterred.

“We're just temporarily misplaced. Besides, I've seen every survival show on TV. We just need to find a river and follow it downstream.” Lando explains to her.

“Lando. There is no river here, like at all.” Gemma counters, her scepticism lingering.

“Then we'll just have to rely on my impeccable sense of direction. North is... that way.” Lando states as he points in the opposite direction.

“Impeccable, huh? How can you be so sure?” Gemma asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Because the moss on the trees is growing... uh, in the direction of... adventure?” Lando responds confidently.

Gemma couldn't help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. Suddenly, a distant rustling noise interrupts their banter, causing her to tense up.

“Did you hear that?” She asks as she looks around the woods.

“Just the forest critters cheering us on. They're our woodland audience.” Lando teases, attempting to ease her mind, but her uneasiness remains. “Hey, it's okay. We'll figure this out together.”

“Maybe we should just retrace our steps back to where we last saw a marker.” Gemma suggests.

Lando nods and stands up before pulling her up to her feet. The duo retrace their steps, attempting to backtrack in hopes of stumbling upon the familiar markers of the trail. The forest, however, seems to play tricks on their sense of direction, making every tree and rock look strangely similar. As they venture deeper, Gemma's initial unease escalates into discomfort. She begins to feel a nagging queasiness in her stomach, an unsettling twist that she couldn't shake off.

“Lan.” She mumbles as she pauses for a moment and rests against a tree making him turn around to face her. “I don’t feel so good.”

“Maybe it's just nerves. We'll find the trail soon, and everything will be back to normal.” He assures her.

“Do you reckon we’re heading in the right direction? It feels like we’re getting even more lost.” Gemma wonders.

“Lost is just a state of mind. We're on a detour, that's all. The scenic route, remember?” Lando counters. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Gemma nods, but the queasiness persists as they continue to walk. The dense forest begins to thin, revealing a small clearing. Suddenly, a wave of relief washes over them as they stumble upon their friends, who were gathered around a makeshift picnic site. Laughter and the scent of food filled the air.

“There you two are!” Alex exclaims, causing everyone to turn their attention to the pair making their way towards them.

“We had to take the scenic route.” Lando jokes as he joins the group and takes a big sip of water.

As Gemma joins the group, her discomfort becomes more apparent. She declines the offered snacks, her stomach now churning with a different kind of urgency.

“Hey, hey, are you OK?” Lando asks, concerned when he notices her discomfort and wraps his arm around her for support before letting her sit down.

“I don't know, I just feel off. Maybe it's something I ate.” Gemma speculates as Lando joins her on the ground.

Lando’s head swivels to the sandwiches being passed around between the group and realises that the earlier impromptu picnic might be the source of Gemma's discomfort.

“Did you eat anything from here?” Lando asks her.

“Yeah, I had some of the sandwiches and...oh no.” Gemma groans as she leans against him.

“We need to get you back to civilization. This might be more serious than just getting lost.” Lando admits.

Their friends gather around, concern evident on their faces. With quick thinking, Lando gathers everyone, explaining the situation. The group rallies together, packing up the remnants of their picnic and setting off on a determined mission to find the trail and lead Gmma to safety.

As they navigate the forest once more, the urgency of the situation added a new layer of tension. Gemma, weak but supported by Lando, clings to the hope of reaching help soon. The forest, once a place of adventure, has now become a challenging obstacle that tested their resilience and camaraderie - quite the contrast to the battles they faced during races.

The group pushes through the thick foliage, their pace quickened by a sense of urgency. Gemma's discomfort escalates, and the forest, once enchanting, becomes a labyrinth of shadows and uncertainty. The rhythmic crunch of leaves beneath their boots was now punctuated by occasional rustlings in the underbrush, amplifying the tension.

“I really don’t feel good, Lan.” Gemma mumbles against Lando’s shoulder as she leans against him as they walk.

“I’ve got you, Gems. I’ll get you out of here.” He promises.

As they continue, they stumble upon a faint trail. A collective sigh of relief echoes through the group, and they follow it, hoping it would lead to the safety of civilization. As they emerge from the forest, the trail widens, revealing a clearing where sunlight filters through the trees. A distant sound of rushing water catches their attention, and they discover a small stream.

Gemma's condition doesn't improve. She grows weaker with every step, and the worry on Lando’s face deepens. The group maintains a brisk pace, but the forest seems to stretch endlessly.

As they continue to walk, Gemma stumbles, unable to keep up. Lando, with genuine concern, supports her, determined to keep her moving as he pulls her closer to him.

“Hang in there, Gems, we’re almost there.” He continues to assure her. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Suddenly, the distant sound of voices reaches their ears. The group quickens their pace, and around a bend in the trail, they find a ranger station. Relief washes over them when a Ranger approaches them and spots Gemma.

“What happened?” The Ranger asks, beckoning for them to follow him into the station.

“We think she may have food poisoning.” Lando explains and he takes Gemma to the station and places her on a bed.

The ranger radios for assistance, and soon a medical team arrives. They provide Gemma with the necessary care, ensuring she would be okay.

The atmosphere in the hospital room is tense as Gemma lies in bed, her mind occupied by the events that led her there. Lando, sitting beside her, diligently types a message to their group of friends to provide updates. His focused expression conveys both concern and a sense of responsibility.

After locking his phone, Lando turns back to face Gemma, the worry evident in his eyes. The silence between them is palpable, filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Lando, breaking the quiet tension, takes a deep breath before speaking.

"I’ve let everyone know you're okay." He assures her, his voice gentle.

Gemma, appreciating his presence and the effort he's making to keep everyone informed, manages a small smile. The unspoken dynamics between them take on a new significance in the face of adversity, as they navigate the uncertainties of the situation together. In the quiet hospital room, the vulnerability of the moment brings forth a genuine exchange between Gemma and Lando.

“I don’t know what I would have done without you.” Gemma tells him, appreciating his support and presence in the moment.

“We’re a team, Gems. Lost or found, I’ll always be by your side.” He assures her.

“Even when you’re poking me with random sticks.” Gemma teases.

“Of course.” Lando chuckles as he takes her hand in his and kisses the back of it.

“You’re my favourite person.” Gemma informs him.

“Move over.” Lando instructs.

Lando lays down beside her, wrapping his arms around Gemma, ensuring to be careful around her IV port. Gemma rests her head against his chest, listening to the reassuring rhythm of his heart. The unspoken dynamics between them evolve into a shared closeness, providing comfort and connection in the midst of uncertainty.

“And, you’re mine.” Lando informs her as he kisses her temple.

#f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fic #lando norris smut #mclaren #mclaren f1

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1d1195 · 1 year

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Zipper Extra I

I wanted to save this particular little blurb for a later date, but I wanted to post something now. I hope you enjoy!

It takes place after this of course: Zipper, within their first year of dating.

There are no warnings that I can see.

True to his word, he forgot her birthday. She kind of thought it was okay that he did—at least he warned her. But he was also right that it was mind-bogglingly irritating. She knew it was marked on his calendar. He drew a heart around the number on his desk calendar and she found that utterly sweet. It wasn’t entirely his fault either—he had a huge case he was working on, and it monopolized most of the week leading up to her day and then some. Any spare moment they had together within the last month was spent checking Harry’s arguments and working through pages of files.

It hurt a bit still—but she was prepared at least.

Instead of going out on her birthday, she sat in her apartment watching a trashy Hallmark movie eating ice cream and responding to plenty of birthday messages.

Gemma was the one that texted Harry.

At first it was a host of punctuated speech bubbles.

Harry.

Harry Goddamit.

HARRY

HONESTLY

I CANNOT BeLiEvE YOU

HARRY ANSWER YOUR PHONE GODDAMIT

Jesus, Harry! Do you know what today is? There were several angry emojis that followed.

Harry was still at the office debriefing his latest meeting to himself and analyzing more of this case. He honestly couldn't tell anyone why he looked at his phone in that moment. He rarely did when he had a big case like this. Gemma went unanswered most oftentimes, unless she called him—but after the fifth vibration on his desk, he couldn’t help but look.

His eyebrows pinched together reading her words. They didn't click at first. It was like he wasn't understanding the language. Surely she wasn't mad at him. Glancing at his calendar he gasped at the heart-shaped number. “FUCK,” he said out loud.

Shit, shit, shit! He responded.

You’re an idiot, Harry. She’s literally watching a movie all by herself. More angry emojis.

Harry felt sick.

Don’t mess this up! I LOVE her.

Harry dropped all of his work, it was as good as it was going to get for tonight and he would be back in the morning on a Saturday before he knew it. Harry raced to the grocery store as it was closing getting a bouquet and card while the workers grumbled at him. In the checkout line, he added a single KitKat to his order.

Outside he signed the card and then hurried to her apartment building. He caught the door as someone left and he took the stairs two at a time to her floor. Knocking quickly on her door, he barely caught his breath.

“Baby,” he whispered anxiously when the door opened.

“Hi,” she giggled at her breathless boyfriend.

“Kitten, m’so sorry,” he said hurrying through the door. He made himself at home in her kitchen finding a vase under the sink and began trimming the bottom of the flowers before adding the flower food to the water.

“For what?” She tilted her head at him curiously. He warned her!—she couldn’t be mad. She wasn’t mad. If he was going to further prove his word, he would make it up to her another day and honestly, she couldn’t wait to see what he would do. Even if he didn't do something grand, she would still forgive him. He was busy and he warned her. Despite it being her birthday, he felt the burning need to shake her. He huffed at her. “You warned me that you would forget!”

“You shouldn’t settle for that,” he grumbled angrily looking at the window across her apartment. He was mad he wasted the evening cooped up at the office, unknowingly forgetting her.

“I’m confused. Do you want me to be mad at you?”

“You literally are the most infuriating person I know.”

She giggled. “Fine, I’m mad at you.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“Harry,” she sighed. “It’s okay.” Harry didn’t want her to be mad, but he didn’t want her to settle for his stupidity. It wasn’t fair to her. She deserved the world and he hated that he constantly had to remind her—she should expect everything good and wonderful, like it belonged to her. It was exactly the reason he pushed all his feelings away. He wanted to be the best for her because that was what she deserved.

Harry felt like a horrible person. He strongly considered breaking up with her solely so she could find someone better. It was almost too much. His hands fiddling with the stems of the flowers while the wheels in his head spun about when an appropriate time to break up would be—certainly not on her birthday. But then she had a really important client visit on Monday...Valentine’s Day would be here before he knew it and so then—

Harry settled the vase on her counter and was ready to start another bout of the argument. His mind weighed his options again of just ripping the band aid off now. More of a reason she could fully hate him—what asshole breaks up with the woman of their dreams on her birthday? He couldn’t break up with her. He loved her so much—always, there wasn’t any denying it anymore. He couldn’t leave her if he wanted to. She bit her lip looking at the roses. “You got me flowers,” she said softly as if she only just really noticed.

“Honestly, kitten. I could shake you,” he shook his head quickly and sounded utterly exasperated. They weren’t even good roses—they were from a grocery store, and they were probably going to last all on the inside of twenty-four hours. “Of all the things I could do the moment I remembered—”

“No guy has ever gotten me flowers before,” she interrupted quickly gazing at them as if they were the most beautiful flowers on earth. As if they appeared from thin air.

Harry stopped his embittered rant he was about to begin and finally looked at the sweet girl: she wasn't wearing a lavish birthday outfit for a night on the town nor was she in her beautifully professional attire. Instead she looked cozy beyond belief in leggings and an oversized shirt that had sleeves that nearly reached her fingertips. She looked so fragile and small and beautiful in the middle of her darkened kitchen—just the soft light from her TV and end table lamp illuminating her. “What?” He asked quietly, nearly whispered the surprised breath out. Surely, he misheard her. That guy she dated for a year had to have gotten her flowers—there was an anniversary involved, Valentine’s Day, fuck she got her undergraduate degree in that time! There were prom dates in school. The weddings of friends she attended with a date. The men that were brave enough to ask her out when they met her, they had to have gotten her a floral arrangement just in thanks for talking to them...that’s what she deserved!

“My mom and dad are the only ones who’ve ever gotten me flowers,” she said and reached out and delicately pinched a petal between her fingers and enjoyed how soft and velvety it felt. Her face softened more as she looked at the bouquet.

Harry exhaled deeply. He forgot about breaking up with her. That was by far the stupidest idea he had ever had anyway. “Oh,” he murmured. Harry spent a lot of his life talking. He talked to clients, he talked to juries, he talked to his family and friends. Harry wasn’t someone who was at a loss for words—almost ever. But hearing how no one who’s ever even remotely cared about this poor, sweet girl outside of her family has never sent her flowers in her 27 years of life... Harry was speechless.

“That was really sweet,” she said still touching the petals of the flowers—as if she was checking to see if they were still there. “They’re beautiful,” the admiration was thick in her voice. “Thank you,” she whispered. Harry realized she was serious in her gratitude.

Harry could have cried that she was grateful for his last-minute gift. He told himself for a month he wasn’t going to forget. This was her birthday. He couldn’t forget. His brain was spinning with ideas for what he could do to make this better. He wasn’t even going to accept her thank you for the sub-par flowers. “Do you want to do anything, m’love?” He asked finally. “I’ll make any call I have to,” he promised.

“No, m’just glad you’re here,” she said sheepishly. “Could we snuggle while I finish my movie? And order some pizza?”

“Is that all you want?” Harry felt like this was the lamest, most terrible birthday she could have had.

“Well, a kiss would be pretty nice as well.”

He smiled, albeit a bit tiredly at her silly request. Shaking his head as he cupped her face. “You’re so stupid,” he said softly. Of all the things she could have asked for in that moment.

She grinned. “S’not very nice of you to say that after you forgot my birthday.”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes and kissed her so sweetly and deeply she could feel it in her toes.

When she arrived at her office on Monday—after a flurry of birthday celebrations all weekend long, no less—she found easily fifty vases of flowers lining the window shelf behind her desk. She wrinkled her nose and felt tears prick her eyes. She walked along the near forest of flowers that was her office and bit her lip as she admired all the different bouquets.

Harry wasn’t in the office yet—he had an early court hearing and wouldn’t be back for a while. She wondered when he did this. There was a note on her desk when she turned to settle her belongings down. It was handwritten by Harry, and she wanted to frame it so she could treasure it forever and gaze at it for the rest of her life.

You deserve flowers every single day, my angel

I love you, always

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But Not Today

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: Part 2 from Maybe One Day // Chibs comes to visit you on the farm.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I've been thinking about these two a lot </3 Part 1

Your chest was rising and falling as you caught your breath and stared at the ceiling. It was the moment where all your wits and sanity came back over you and the thoughts of what just happened came flooding in. The smell of his Scottish cologne and cigarettes filled the empty space on the bed next to you, it was still warm to the touch. You heard the water from the faucet turn off and any thought that was sneaking in your brain was now being rushed out as Chibs reappeared in your room. His hands were tangling through his shirt as he put it back on. Your eyes darted from him to his kutte, waiting to see if he was going to put it on. That’s when your heart began to race even more. The thought of him leaving made you uneasy, he had come all the way up here to the farm to see you and explained nothing. It was partially your fault too, you made pleasantries, some quick small talk but before any explanation was given you were kissing him and dragging him into your room.

“What’s with the face, love?” Chibs spoke as he grabbed his kutte, your heart sinking with it.

“Leaving already?” Your eyes moved back to his.

A smile grew on his face as he shrugged the leather over his shoulders. “You promised me uh tour, didn’ya? If I ‘member correctly you said sum ‘bout chickens?”

The way the relief washed over you made you sad for a minute. You knew this was a feeling you’d feel again, that it’d be heavy when it happened, but you took a deep breath and tried to stay in the moment.

“Earl, Tootsie, Olive, and Jameson.” You named them off as you stood up and re-dressed.

Chibs was now grinning as he waited for you to get ready. “Jameson, huh?” He asked pulling out a cigarette to hang in his mouth, eager to get outside and smoke it.

“Abel and Thomas named them when they were young kids, but I made sure I suggested one.”

Chibs was holding out your sweatshirt for you. You approached and grabbed it from him but instead of letting go he pulled you closer. “Not tha only thing you have ‘round here as a reminder of me.” His face was dangerously close to yours as he looked down at the sweatshirt. It was the one item of his you could still wear around. There were no SAMCRO tags, just a black zip-up that barely had his scent left on it.

“I’ve got pictures too.” You said stealing the zip-up back from him and placing a kiss on the left side of his mouth where the cigarette wasn’t dangling from his lips. Moving past him you made your way to the backdoor, the barn dog you got quickly getting up from her bed and moving to the sliding door just waiting to run around to herd the few goats you had.

“Where’re the boys?” Chibs asked as he walked behind you.

“Thomas is with Nero. Tuesdays he picks him up from school and takes him to basketball practice.” You spoke as the door slid open and the door ran past your legs. “Abel is 16— I’m lucky if I know what he’s wearing for the day. I thought Gemma was being exaggerated when she’d talk about the “Teller Terrible Teens” but Abel has made her words an understatement.”

Chibs looked to you with a frown as you stepped onto the back deck and made your way down to the farmland.

“It’s not horrible. He’s not a dick to me, he helps out when I ask. He just– he questions everything, he’s asking about Jax, he’s getting into trouble at school.” You shook your head thinking about these last few weeks and how Abel had been acting out.

“The worst part is, he reminds me of him so much. The way he looks, the way he talks.” You laughed as you unlatched the barn fence and moved around it to look at Chibs and invite him in with the sway of your arm. “Yesterday, we were at the grocery store and he looked at the girl bagging our shit and said, “thanks, darlin’” I swore I was looking at Jax, I froze for a minute and just stared at him.” You laughed again.

Chibs laughed with you knowing it sounded just like the boy’s father.

“He’s probably out with his friends on his dirt bikes in the back trails.” You spoke as you walked through the goat pasture. “They probably do real stupid shit but I’d rather them do it on the property than at some random’s house or parking lot downtown. I’ve turned them into real country boys.” You turned back to see Chibs admiring everything around him. He was still listening to you but he was taking in the sight around him.

“This is the goat pasture, Billie girl, our dog, loves herding them, honestly I got ‘em because I don’t have to mow the lawn as much. We’ve got 1 horse, Delilah, real beauty, she’s back in that red barn over there. Then there’s the chickens. We had more but they aged out, now we’re down to the four. Waiting to get 12 more, can’t go to the Farmer’s market with only 2 dozen eggs, you know?” The words were falling out fast as you spoke, nervous habit, but it didn’t stop you from beaming as you showed Chibs around.

“You seem happy.” Chibs couldn’t help but smile as he took in every word you said. The both of you approached the back deck and plopped down on the rocking chairs Nero insisted you kept back here for company. It was an argument between you two when you first moved onto the farm. You looked at him like he was crazy when he mentioned company. It was hard to believe a normal life with having people over could exist when you were running from what you were running from.

You looked over at Chibs as he looked right back at you after making his last comment, the smile on your face wasn’t at his words but at the memory of Nero’s.

“I don’t know about happy.” You began to shake your head. “But, I don’t know I’m content, I’m…” Your mind wandered to find the right word.

“At peace.” Chibs nodded as he finished your sentence, not even bothering to look at your eyes to see if his words were correct, he knew they were.

You would have agreed with a nod but Chibs was looking out at the farm, his fave had fallen into an expression that was hard to read. He seemed…bittersweet. Happy but yet sad.

As he stared out at the barn he nodded his head and said something under his breath.

“The Universe will never give you peace in something you were never meant to settle in.”

“What?” You leaned forward, frown filling your face as the familiar sentiment fell from his lips. It was hard to really pinpoint anything since he spoke it at a mumble.

“I, uh.” Chibs reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small pocket notebook. “found this. In the garage. S’why I came out here, figured you should have it.” He handed over one of Jax’s notebooks. You knew what it was immediately, it matched the style of the other one you had.

“I read it.” Chibs said those three words with multiple emotions behind it. Regret and apologies, for intruding on whatever privacy there was there, but also firmness and understanding like something in there just made sense.

“And?” You rested your elbows on your knees.

“‘nd, it’s’y I came here and didn’t mail it out.” He looked troubled now. “I wanted to make sure you were settled.”

Now that statement held more weight knowing what he had just mumbled under his breath.

“I guess I am.” You hated that the words felt like they were breaking his heart.

“You are, love.” Chibs spoke with certainty.

You looked out onto the farm, taking in the life you had. It was different than the life you had been born into, forced into. The life that took pretty much everything away from you.

“It’s impossible to be at peace in that town.” You said the words outloud. It felt relieving to say it. All this time you had never said it outloud, they were just thoughts that danced around you head.

“Don’t I know it.” Chibs agreed with you.

That made your head turn to him, a little shocked. All your conversations when you were together, or involved was probably the better word, back in Charming never were really about the big problem. Sure, you two talked about club stuff, the things members told their ol’ ladies, about your brother, about Jimmy O, about a lot, but never the real source.

“What are you saying?” You questioned him, more bold than you ever would have before.

“Things are different. Things are messy.” He wanted to share but you could tell he was hesitant, that he was trying to ease back into your dynamic and add another layer to it. But the loyalty to the club ran deep, that was a multi-decade long habit that he was trying to break for the first time.

“Doesn’t sound different.” That was the new you coming up to speak. The you that lost your brother, your brother’s best friend, your mother, your father to the club.

Chibs nodded at that. “We’re getting into it with the Mayans. Other charters, they’re falling apart, it’s bleeding into SAMCRO.”

“Yea, doesn’t sound different at all.” You crossed your arms and fell back into the rocking chair.

“Your brother–Jax–Jackie boy,” Chibs went through all the names he’d call Jackson Teller, smiling at the last one before letting his lips fall, “this wasn’t what he wanted, he worked hard to leave everything in a good place and it’s like shit unraveled.”

You could tell he was venting to you, you could tell he hadn’t been able to do this with anyone else in his life, no one from the club, no one in his love life, it could’ve made you feel special, a characteristic Chibs never failed at with you, but this wasn’t so much of a fail but just not something you could ever feel special about again.

“As someone who's seen it before, from the outside but up close and personal. This doesn’t seem different at all.”

It was the same statement you kept repeating, but this time, the way you said this, it made him look at you. His eyes were low, tired, and you could see the gloss and redness in them as he held back tears. Two strands of his long salt and pepper hair escaped from his sunglasses and fell in front of his eyes, oily and dirty you could tell he was going through it.

He didn’t need to say anything, you knew he was looking at you to elaborate.

It was mean to laugh, but you felt that you had the right to after everything you’ve been through and talking about it now was bringing that bitterness up.

“You’re so deep in it, you don’t even see what’s plain in front of your eyes.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath letting the irritation leave your tone for the next sentence out of your mouth. “Your next. Everyone who's held that gavel ends up in the same place, making the same mistakes as the one previous, no matter how hard they try not to.”

Chibs took in what you said.

“Jax tried so hard to be JT, then tried so hard not to be him. Both of those things dug that grave for him. He loved the club more than anything and the club couldn’t love him back.” You were saying things that you had locked away in your mind for years, things you thought about as you buried your brother, as you packed your life up and left. “The club will never love you back.” You looked at Chibs. “Those guys might love you, but the club never will.”

“Do you?”

You weren’t sure if he was trying to change the subject, at first your head snapped to him with a smirk and a snappy remark to shoot back at him but you saw his face that was looking out at the farm.

“Never stopped.”

The words made him look at you and you smiled at him. Your head tilted and lowered to meet him at eye level since he was leaning his elbows on his knees. “Best part is, the farm,” you tilted your head a little more before leveling it out, “it loves you back.” You nodded. “Every animal, every acre of land, the boys even when they fucking hate you for embarrasing them in front of a girl,” you laughed at that one and smiled hoping the last one was going to be enough to convince him, “me.”

The tear dropped at that one. His eyes shut tight as a couple more fell.

“Move here. You can open up a garage, we have the buildings for it, Nero would even let you put something up closer to the road, you can come with me to the Farmer’s market, you can drive me to the vet at 2 in the morning when I’m worried that Billie got into something or that one of the chicken’s has a fever,” you chuckled, “you can ride dirt bikes with the boys and tell them about Jax, not SAMCRO president, but your best friend, how you fell in love with your best friend’s sister, you can wake up and feel settled, feel at peace.”

Chibs wanted to say yes. He wanted to build a fire and burn the kutte right here right now, but he knew it wasn’t that easy. In this moment it was but as the thought settled, as the days would pass, he’d think about it, he’d dwell in it, wonder if he made the right decision, miss the kutte, miss the guys.

“It’s not that easy, love.” Chibs tired to level with you.

“Doesn’t seem like the life you’re living now is either.” You would beg him, it wasn’t below you to beg. “It’s going to kill you.” You were firm in your words, it wasn’t begging but you thought it might have an impact on him. “The club is going to kill you.”

“A normal life would too.” He answered too quickly and immediately you knew it was a losing argument.

The sound of an engine and the gravel dirt being stirred up and you knew it was Thomas and Nero coming back home. Chibs looked over and saw them pulling into the driveway when he stood up.

“Was really good seeing you, love.” He put his hand on your cheek and looked down at you. “Really good.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled.

You nodded in agreement and thanked him for the journal. His hand was still on your cheek when you shut your eyes tight. “Don’t come back here unless the ink is blacked out and the kutte is off.”

The words broke you to say, but it was more than just you that you had to look out for. You had two boys to think of and the man who was generous enough to give you half of his acreage to live on.

“Ay.” He agreed with no disdain in his voice, if anything it was littered with understanding and what you hoped was well, hope.

Your eyelids remained shut as his hand dropped and he walked off the back porch. You heard the car doors close but no words exchanged. If you weren’t dealing with everything that just happened in your head right now you’d be imagining the way Nero was probably lifting his sunglasses while Chibs was lowering his, the nods both would give to eachother, the curious questioning look on Thomas’ face as he tried to place the visitor.

“You alright?” Nero’s voice was filling your ears and you wished it offered up the level of comfort it normally did.

The tears were wiped from your face immediately and you stood and smiled. “Yea, I’m good.”

Nero knew you weren’t but he also knew you weren’t going to share with Thomas two steps from joining you on the porch.

“Who was that?” Thomas was asking as he looked down at the snack he was fidgeting with to open.

Your gaze looked at Nero and said so much while not speaking at all. Before you either had a chance to answer, another voice was coming from the other direction as the back door swung open. “Was that guy on the bike here at the farm?” Abel’s voice was like a knife to your heart.

“Yea, it was someone looking to sell me something.” You lied straight through your teeth to both boys.

“Oh.” Thomas said as he passed by both you and Nero without second guessing your statement and walked right past his older brother into the house.

Abel looked like he might need more convincing but you could tell he decided to drop it. “I’m goin’ out later but I picked up the feed order and left it in the ATV wagon.”

“12AM curfew.” You pointed at him and he waved you off but you knew he’d be back before 1.

“What was he sellin’?” Nero asked you, the only one besides you who knew exactly who it was that was here.

You looked at Nero and shook your head at him.

“A dream.”

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mysticalmallard · 2 days

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Flower Crowns

🦆: Finally finished I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC

Warnings: A few swear words nothing else I think let me know.

Word count: 4,203

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Happy, standing amongst the other bikers of the club, surveyed the event with curiosity. As he looked at the various activities set up for the children, he spotted a flower crown making booth led by a young woman. She was helping the children make their own crowns, while teaching them about flowers in the garden. Her soft and nurturing nature seemed to draw all the children to her, her delicate features and light brown wavy hair adding an air of gentleness to her presence.

Intrigued, Happy couldn't help but take note of her. He had heard of her from the other members of the club, knowing she was the daughter of the club's president and sister to the VP. Her reputation for kindness and gentleness, contrasting with the rough and tough world of the Sons of Anarchy.

Unable to look away, he continued to observe her. He noticed the way she smiled softly at the children as they crafted their flower crowns. Her delicate hands gently guided them to weave the stems. There was a certain purity in her actions, a innocence that seemed untouched by the darkness of the club.

Sensing someone approaching behind him, Happy spoke without looking. Back.

"Shouldn't you be at your booth Bobby? Gemma will castrate you if u bail on another event brother"

"I'm on a break man get off my balls" Bobby replies

Happy chuckled as he turned to face Bobby, a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest as he replied

"A break, huh? More like avoiding responsibility as usual."

He teased Bobby, knowing all too well that he had a fondness for shrugging off his duties whenever he could.

Bobby rolled his eyes but couldn't help but grin. He knew that Happy was right, he had a reputation for avoiding work whenever possible.

"Hey, I'm entitled to a break every now and then, brother. Can't be on duty 24/7." He retorted.

Happy let out a smirk, enjoying the playful banter with his brother. He shook his head in amusement, knowing all too well that Bobby's excuse was as weak as his excuse to skip out on church.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Bro. We both know you'd rather spend your time chasing women than doing your job."

Bobby feigned offense at Happy's comment, his hand going to his chest in mock hurt. He was well known for his love life.

"Hey, man, I'm just a man with...certain needs. Can't blame a guy for having some fun, can you?" He replied, a sly grin on his face.

Happy gave a hearty chuckle, finding amusement in Bobby's feeble attempts to defend himself. He knew all too well that Bobby had a wandering eye and a reputation for being a ladies' man.

"Yeah, just keep telling yourself it's all about your 'needs'. We all know you're just looking for the next woman willing to keep you warm at night."

Bobby let out a mock gasp, pretending to be offended but unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm a romantic, brother. Not my fault these women just can't handle all of this" gesturing to himself.

Just then Gemma approaches "Hey Bobby Elvis!! There are kids wanting to take photos with you get your butt back to your booth or my boot is going up your ass"

Bobby chuckled and held up his hands defensively.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez, Gem, I was on my break!" He jokingly protested but knew better than to argue with Gemma. He shot another playful glance at Happy before heading back to his booth.

Happy snickered as he watched Bobby leave, amused by the way Gemma could always crack the whip. He had always admired her no-nonsense attitude and the way she kept the club in check.

"Hey Hap, have you seen the prospect around?? Katherine needs some more flowers from the van, but she can't leave the booth, and I ain't carrying them boxes in this heat"

Happy raised an eyebrow at the mention of Katherine's name. He had yet to have the chance to meet her properly.

"No, I ain't seen him for a while Gem"

"Clay better not have sent Half Sack off somewhere I need him later to tidy up.... You wouldn't mind getting them, would you?"

Happy shrugged and nodded. He wasn't about to decline a chance to get closer to the source of his curiosity.

"No problem, I can grab 'em for you. Where's the van parked?"

"Great, it's just round the back, its the only one that says florist on it you cant miss it" Gemma says, handing him the keys. "And don't drop any of them. Katherine wants them all looking perfect for the kids" she adds heading back in the direction of her chilli booth.

Happy took the keys from Gemma with a sharp nod, knowing better than to upset Gemma.

"No worries, Gem. I'll handle 'em with care."

He reassured her as he headed towards the back to find the van.

As Happy approached the van, his eyes scanned the area, taking note of any potential threats. The club's security was always on high alert, especially during events like these. Satisfied that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he unlocked the van and climbed inside.

He rummaged through the back, looking for the boxes of flowers that Gemma had mentioned. Finally, he spotted them, carefully stacked among various gardening supplies. He hoisted the boxes with ease, their weight insignificant to his muscular frame.

With the boxes in his arms, he closed the van door and started making his way back towards the community centre. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the woman he was about to meet. When he had heard about Katherine from Gemma and the others, she was always described as kind and soft-hearted. It was refreshing to hear about someone untouched by the club's violent nature and he was curious to what she was like.

As he turned the corner, he caught his first glimpse of her working at the flower crown booth, her delicate features focused on the task at hand. His steps quickened as he approached her.

His heavy steps caught Katherine's attention, and she turned breaking out in a greatful smile, ready to thank whoever her mother managed to rope into helping.

When she locked eyes with Happy he got distracted. So distracted he stopped looking where he was stepping and didn't see the curb...

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Happy shouted as he lost his footing falling forward landing on the boxes crushing all the flowers stacked neatly inside. Definitely not the ideal first impression he wanted to make.

Katherine gasped as she watched Happy stumble and crash into the boxes of flowers, the colorful petals scattering everywhere like a colorful explosion. She quickly rushed over to him, concern etched on her face.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!"

She knelt down beside him, worry in her eyes as she looked over his condition. Her attention briefly shifted to the ruined boxes and the crushed flowers, but her main priority was making sure he was alright.

Happy grunted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration as he sat up, nursing a slight bruise from the fall. He looked at the mess of flowers around him, a hint of guilt on his face.

"Ah, shit..." he muttered. "Gemma's gonna kill me for this."

The surrounding bikers couldn't help but burst out laughing at the scene. Seeing big, tough Happy fumble like that was not something they saw every day. Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Opie approached, all wearing grins on their faces.

"Dude, that was graceful." Tig snickered, teasing Happy like any good friend would.

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, really graceful, mate. Smooth as silk."

Juice just shrugged, trying to suppress his own laughter while Opie smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Happy shot daggers at his brothers, clearly not amused by their teasing. He pushed himself up, dusted off his jeans, and tried to salvage what little dignity he had left.

He looked back at Katherine, who was still looking at him with a mix of concern and amusement in her eyes. He could tell that she wasn't judging him, but still, he felt embarrassed at his clumsy entrance.

"Uh shit, sorry about that," he muttered vaguely gesturing to the boxes.

"it's okay, it was just an accident. I'm sure some are still salvageable, and if not, I can just turn them into potpourri" Katherine replies kindly

Her soft voice and gentle smile helped to ease his embarrassment a bit. He shot another glare at his club mates, who were still chuckling in the background, before turning back to her.

"Yeah, sorry about making such a mess... I, uh..." he trailed off, not sure what else to say.

"Hey miss, can you help me? I can't get this daisy to stick on." One of the little girls from the booth called over.

"Sure sweetheart i'll be there in a minute ive just gotta tidy something up first" Katherine called back starting to collect the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged box.

Happy watched as the little girl asked for help, and seeing Katherine starting to gather the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged boxes.

He stepped forward, feeling the need to help after causing such a mess. Happy moved with a surprising gentleness as he collected the delicate petals.

The others also joined in, their rough exterior contradicting their careful handling of the flowers. Opie helped separate the still-intact plants from the damaged ones, while Tig and Chibs gathered the more salvageable blossoms.

Soon, the mess was cleared, and the club members stood around the now semi-organized boxes of flowers, looking a bit out of their element in the flower-filled environment.

Katherine's giggle caught Happys attention he noticed it was directed at him.

"What are you laughing at girl?" He gruffly asked.

"Sorry its just...erm..here let me just..." She reaches over and plucks a bright yellow daisy which somehow latched onto one of his patches.

Happy froze, his rough exterior cracking for a moment as he watched Katherine reach over and pluck the daisy from his patch. He hadn't even realized it had landed there, blending almost perfectly with his dark clothing.

"Uh, thanks," he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed at the unexpected move. "I'm not exactly the flower type, you know."

"Well I better head back to my booth before the kids start a revolt." Katherine says starting to reach for some of the boxes but the guys step in picking them up first Happy a little quicker than the others.

"Aye lead the way love well offer back up if the little shits decide to act up" Chibs heartily stated.

Katherine smiled gratefully as the Sons picked up the boxes, led by Happy. They followed her back to the flower crown booth, their presence overshadowing the delicate and peaceful atmosphere.

When they arrived, the children looked up in awe at the intimidating bikers carrying colorful boxes of flowers. Some looked a bit intimidated, but others seemed excited to have the tough bikers join the activity.

One little girl hands Opie her crown "can u fix this for me please? It keeps falling apart"

"Erm I don't know but I can try..."

"Thankyou" the girl answers cheerily

Eventually all the members start helping making the crowns some enjoying it not that they would ever admit it though

Happy chuckled as he observed the club members struggling with the flower crowns. It was a sight to see them, these tough bikers usually found in a bar or boxing ring, now carefully weaving daisies and baby's breath into delicate works of art. Opie in particular looked like he was enjoying himself way too much, while Chibs kept grumbling about "girly crap".

None of them noticed some of the parent approaching worriedly seeing their little kids surrounded by the bikers. They were fine with them being around but they didn't like the idea of them being around their kids.

As the parents started approaching, concern etched on their faces, Happy caught sight of them. He knew what they were thinking, that he and the other bikers were a threat to the little ones. Even though they were very wrong, all of them would jump in front of bullets for any kid, but he understood the club has brought alot of trouble to Charming.

The atmosphere changed as the parents started to pull their kids away. Happy felt a pang of frustration, knowing that their reputation was working against them. He looked over at Katherine, noticing her crestfallen expression as the booth once filled with laughter and joy was now deserted.

The other members also noticed the parents' reaction, their faces falling as the children were being taken away. They all knew how they appeared to outsiders, with their tattoos, rugged appearance, and overall intimidating aura. It stung a bit, but they were used to it.

Chibs approached Katherine, trying to offer some solace.

"Hey, don't worry about it, sweetheart. They're just scared of what they don't understand."

"Yeah, believe me, I know being the daughter to the scary biker gang president. I'm used to it, dont worry," she replies, trying to sound indifferent, but everyone at the table hears the sadness hidden in her words.

The guys exchanged glances, understanding the underlying pain in her voice. They knew all too well that their lifestyle had consequences, and in this case, it was affecting the daughter of their president.

Happy clenched his jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. He looked at Katherine, her dejected expression tugging at his heart.

After a long pause Katherine clears her thoat and speaks up "...would you guys mind helping me tidy up may as well start packing up now"

The guys started to slowly pack away the booth she spent days preparing and planning for the kids

"Hey er what's this flower called again?" Juice asked picking up the closest flower to him trying to distract her

Katherine looked up from packing away some supplies and observed Juice holding the flower. She chuckled, appreciative of his attempt to distract her.

"That's a snapdragon," she replied with a small smile. "It's known for its unique shape that resembles a dragon's head. You see, the flower opens and closes its mouth as it dries." she replies a spark of joy returning to her eyes talking about her favourite subject.

"Really?..huh cool. Does it have a meaning like the different roses do?" Juice asked inspecting the plant closer.

Katherine nodded, appreciating his interest. "Yes, it does. Snapdragons represent grace, strength, and resilience. They are often used to signify hidden feelings and can be given to someone as a way of saying "I'll try to understand your unspoken thoughts and desires."

"Really this wee flower says all that?" Chibbs adds catching onto Juice's idea.

Katherine giggles, nodding her head in affirmation "Yes, it does. Each flower has its own language, so to speak, like a secret code that florists use to convey emotions and messages. Snapdragons, with their unique shape and symbolic meaning, are one of my personal favourites."

Happy listened in, finding himself actually interested in the conversation. He knew about the language of flowers to some extent, but listening to Katherine talk about it with such passion and knowledge was captivating. He found himself admiring her even more, impressed by her unexpected depth.

The Sons finished packing away the last of the booth's items, the once vibrant display now packed into neat boxes. Though he wasn't one for sentimentality, Happy couldn't help but feel a bit sad that all her work had been for nothing. He caught Katherine looking at the now empty space, holding onto one of the crowns a kid left behind, her eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and disappointment.

He stepped closer to Katherine, feeling the need to say something, anything to lift her spirits.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I am sure those kids had fun while it lasted." He tried to sound casual, but his gruff voice betrayed a hint of concern for her well-being. His eyes caught sight of the flower crown she held, and he added "At least got that as a memento, right?"

"Yeah..I guess but they were made to be worn...and this one got left"

Happy nodded slowly, understanding her point. The flower crowns were supposed to be worn with joy, not left behind like discarded toys.

He paused, thinking for a moment, then an idea came to him. With a sly grin, he extended his hand out to her.

"Here, give it to me."

Katherine eyed him with curiosity but handed over the flower crown, wondering what he was planning. She watched as he took it in his hands, his rough fingers gently holding the delicate petals. He placed the crown on his head, a comical sight that contradicted his intimidating appearance.

"flowers suit you" she giggled

"Hey no fair I want one I thought they were just for the kids" Tig whines. "Here give it to me it will suit me better it's wasted on you" Tig goes to reach for the crown.

Happy swats Tig's hand away, a smirk on his face.

"Back off, man. I look good in it."

He retorted, adjusting the flower crown on his head, enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation. The other members snickered at the sight.

Clay and Gemma approach, only to find Happy and Tig locked in a comical struggle over a flower crown. Their faces were caught somewhere between disbelief, amusement, and annoyance.

The other members tried to hold back their laughter, but the sight of their tough as nails friends bickering over a flower crown was too much. A chorus of snickers and chuckles echoed around them.

"Hey don't break it...Tiggy I can make your own one what ever colors you want there is no need to fight over it" Kathrine says in-between laughter

Happy and Tig were broken out of their bickering by Katherine's offer. They both turned to her sheepishly, embarrassed by their childish behaviour. Tig scratched the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant.

"Uh yeah, okay fine." He grumbled, secretly relieved to get his own flower crown.

"Oh I want one too with lots of yellow" juice chimes in.

"Well hell I'll have one" Chibbs adds "you got any blue and white ones left??" He asks opening the boxes looking for the flowers he wants.

"You want them now?" Kathrine asks thinking they weren't being serious

"Well yeah...wouldn't want these flowers to go to waste" Tig says nonchalantly

Katherine laughs at the unexpected turnaround, still wrapping her head around the fact that tough bikers were now requesting flower crowns like giddy schoolchildren.

"Alright, alright, I'll make all of you a flower crown," she agrees, unable to suppress her amusement.

Happy stands there, flower crown still perched on his head, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on his face. The other club members, meanwhile, eagerly wait for their crowns to be made.

They all sat in the grass watching her weave the flowers and listing off all their meanings Opie left and returned with his kids and Donna, who looked on with a mix of curiosity and surprise at the scene unfolding. Opie, ever the peacemaker, felt that this was an opportunity to show Donna and the kids a different side of the club.

Katherine continued weaving the flower crowns, listening to the bikers' requests for different colors and flowers.

Soon they all wore crowns except her even her Dad took one after hearing about her booth being deserted.

Happy was sat on the edge of the group, awkwardly attempting to weave the flowers together. His large fingers were far from delicate, and the petals kept slipping from his grasp. He muttered curses under his breath as his attempts looked more like a tangled mess rather than a flower crown he wanted to make for her as she was kind enough to make ones for all of them but he could give her this it looked like shit compared to her ones.

The other members glanced over at him from time to time, enjoying the sight of happy struggling with the flower crown. they whispered and chuckled amongst themselves at the sight of their friend, known for being rough around the edges, attempting to make something so fragile.

Happy grumbled at the snickers and comments coming from the other members, his face growing slightly red with embarrassment. He knew he looked silly, trying to make a flower crown when his hands were better suited to wielding a wrench or a gun. Still, he persisted, determined to create something somewhat presentable for her.

Though he was trying his best the result was somewhat pathetic the flowers were clumsily woven together, the petals sticking out in strange directions. He looked at the other members' crowns, neatly woven and vibrant, then down at his messy attempt. He knew it was nothing compared to her artistry, but it was the best he could do given his limited skills.

Finally, he finished tying the messy crown together. It looked a bit lopsided and rough around the edges, but he was oddly proud of himself. As he looked up at the others, he braced himself for the playful banter and mockery that was sure to come.

Happy muttered to himself, trying to rationalize his actions. he told himself he was only doing this to make up for ruining her flower booth, nothing more. He clenched the flower crown in his hands, feeling foolish and out of place surrounded by colorful petals and laughter.

He looked over at her, seeing her chatting and laughing with the other club members as she continued making the flower crowns. The sight stirred something in him he couldn't quite understand. he couldn't deny the pang of guilt he felt seeing her joyous expression, knowing that he played a part in ruining her day.

Well it's now or never he wasn't sure how to go about giving her his attempt at a flower crown, he's never given none before so isn't sure what to do so decides to just reach over from behind her and place it on her head.

Happy swallowed, taking a deep breath as he mustered up his courage. He reached out from behind, gently placing the flower crown on her head. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for her reaction, hoping she wouldn't laugh at his pathetic attempt.

She turned her head, surprised to feel the weight of the flowers being placed on her head. She looked back at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement, a soft smile on her lips. She could tell he was feeling a bit embarrassed, and reached up to adjust the flower crown, feeling the soft petals against her finger tips.

Happy watched her touch the flower crown he made, noticing the way she gently adjusted the messy petals into place. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, waiting for her to say something, anything. But all she did was smile at him, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn't quite place.

The other Sons chuckled at the scene in front of them, unable to resist teasing Happy about his sudden burst of chivalry. Tig whistled approvingly, while Opie and Chibbs exchanged knowing glances.

Happy shot a glare at his fellow Sons, silently warning them not to say anything. He knew they were itching to tease him about his flower crown gift, but he wasn't in the mood for their jokes. He focused his attention back on her, watching her admiring the flower crown he made, hoping she didn't find it too pathetic.

She caught him watching her, and turned to face him fully. Her eyes met his, and she smiled, a genuine smile that made her eyes sparkle and dimple her cheeks. She looked down at the flower crown, feeling the messy petals against her skin, then looked back up at him, her eyes softened, and said softly

"Thank you, its beautiful." Sensing his awkwardness about it she decided to leave it at that and turned back joining in on the conversation again.

Happy's heart skipped a beat at her words. He hadn't expected such a genuine thank you, especially since the flower crown he made looked far from perfect. He nodded stiffly, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by a sense of vulnerability.

He sat back down next to Chibs, trying to hide his relief and elation over her kind words. The other Sons couldn't hide their amusement, but for once they refrained from their usual jokes and instead gave him approving grins.

The evening carried on, and Happy found himself stealing glances at her from time to time, seeing her interacting with the other club members, her smiles and laughter lighting up the gathering. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest, a mix of pride and protectiveness seeing her fitting in with them, even if she was surrounded by rough-around- the-edge bikers.

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Bad Mother

Fourth installment of the Not What It Seems Series. Click here for the Series Masterlist. 18+

Gemma Teller had been called a lot of things in her life. Some good, some bad but she never let them faze her. She knew who she was and that was all that mattered. When her time came she knew she would have no regrets. Well until you came tearing back into her life. How no one else could see your father in you amazed her. You were her secret that wasn't a secret.

You had came here today she thought to reunite but instead had tossed in her face how she had failed you. Told her it was your fault what had happened because she was a piece of shit mother. Your words had stabbed her like a million knifes. She knew deep down that what happened to you years ago had been her fault but she thought time would heal. Bad mother.....those words echoed over and over again as she sat yearning for a do over. You had the power to destroy everything and everyone she loved. Would she be a bad mother fi she let you? Would you forgive her finally for all the deceit? Would this finally heal your pain? Gemma sighed as she lit a cigarette. Once again she was having to choose between two people and she was starting to wonder if she even knew what love was or if she just had to have turmoil in her life.

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4,252 Days Chapter 1: Day 1, Pt 1

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Fic Summary: FTWD re-written to include an OC named Gemma who has a platonic relationship/friends with benefits situation with Nick Clark and then goes on to be with Troy Otto. Chapter Summary: Gemma sees a guy run into the road and get hit by a car Word Count: 1177 Author’s Note: This is a big commitment, hopefully I stick with it. I'm excited. Gif from here.

“Please say you’re calling with good news.” Gemma can feel the pre-emptive disappointment radiating through the phone, almost hotter than the 8AM summer sunshine beating down on her as she walks along the street.

“Hello, Olivia. It’s so good to hear your voice. I’m doing well, thank you. How about you?” Sarcasm and semi-fake niceness hung on every word.

“Stop stalling, we saw each other an hour ago, you know how I am. How did it go? Did they suspect the undercut? Because I told you, Gem, it’s silly but it’s true, they’ll judge you for it.”

“It went great, Liv.” Gemma replied simply, not wanting to keep this going and make her friend more annoyed at her than she knows she already is. “No undercut suspected, zero tattoos spotted. I have to go in for a bit of training tomorrow but after that it’s a long weekend before I start properly on Monday.”

Olivia lets out a sigh of genuine relief through the phone, Gemma can tell she’s smiling as she talks. “That’s great, Gem! Really, that’s so great. I have to get back to work but I'll see you back home later, okay? We can talk about it more then. Maybe plan a way to celebrate a little? Alcohol free, of course.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Talk later.”

Gemma hangs up the phone, puts it in her navy blazer pocket and pulls her hair out of its low ponytail, replacing it with a high one, showing off the undercut Olivia spent 10 minutes stressing about helping her hide this morning. Working in a posh office where she has to hide even the most basic parts of herself isn’t exactly the dream but beggars can’t be choosers. She needs this job. She needs to get back on track.

She can already picture her life a few months from now, a little bit of money in her pocket, new clothes she’s been in need of for weeks, finally able to pay Liv the rent she’s owed. An apartment of her own is the real dream but that might be thinking too big right now and living with Liv definitely isn’t a problem. She can picture it though. Flat screen TV, dark green sofa, huge fluffy rug that feels like you’re walking on a cloud. A bit of saving and hard work at a job she’s pretty sure is going to be mind-numbing and it'll be real before she knows it. There’s a smile on Gemma’s face as she walks down the street thinking of the future. Things might finally be looking up.

The loud screech of tyres and the distant thud as something hits the hard road takes Gemma out of her daydream and back to reality. It’s like time freezes for a few seconds as she stops in her tracks, taking in the scene before her.

Black marks on the ground lead up to a small silver car stopped in the middle of the road. Its windshield is smashed and Gemma is pretty sure there’s a small dent on the bumper too. The driver is sitting there, shock on his face, probably not sure if what just happened is his own fault or the fault of the person who just bounced off his windshield and is now laying almost unconscious on the concrete. The other people in the area have stopped too. Some look annoyed that their morning has been disturbed, others look horrified.

There’s a quick rush as time starts again and Gemma runs towards the car and the fallen boy. On closer inspection, he looks rough. No shoes or socks, a half-torn, baggy, white shirt, ill-fitting jeans, hair that seems to not have been brushed in a few days. Gemma peers over her shoulder at a building across the road. She’s been living in the area long enough to know where that boy came running from. It likely wasn't the driver's fault. But it probably wasn’t the boy’s either.

He’s laying on his back, staring up at the sky. Gemma leans over him.

“Hey. Can you hear me? It’s okay. You’re okay,” She says, though she’s not sure that’s true. He looks quickly around him, as much as he can while still laying flat on the floor, and then looks Gemma in the eyes for a second, like he’s checking for something. “Just stay still.”

Looking up, Gemma realises that other than the driver, who took a few seconds to build up the courage to get out of his car and check the damage, she is the only person who has rushed over to help.

“What the hell are they all doing? See a lad get hit by a car and just stand there, seems reasonable, ugh,” she mutters angrily to no one in particular. Looking around quickly, scanning the small crowd, she spots a woman with her phone in her hand and points, “Oi, you, phone someone! Now!”

“No, I’m fine,” the guy mumbles as the woman lifts her phone to call and begins walking over. She hesitates slightly at his comment.

“Ignore him. He’s been hit on the head. Call them.”

He starts trying to sit up, probably faster than he should. Gemma crouches down and reaches out, preparing to attempt to catch him if he starts falling backwards. She makes a mental note to buy some work trousers that she can properly bend in with her first pay cheque. Liv can have these one’s back, if they survive the day.

“I’m fine. I’ll just.. I’ll walk it off, you know. Thanks.” He’s distracted when he says it, not fully in the moment and not looking at Gemma but instead surveying the area once again, searching.

Gemma pretends not to notice. “Walk it off? In whose shoes?” She says it playfully, trying to distract him from whatever this is. He doesn’t seem right. And he can’t just get up and walk this off.

He pauses and takes a look at his grimy, bare feet. “Have you never heard of shoeless hikes? You should try it sometime. It’s great, really.”

Gemma smiles slightly. “Sure it is. Listen, just lay back down, okay? Or at least just stay sitting. You don’t know what could be wrong. The ambulance will be here soon.”

“Nothing is wrong. Uh, I’m Nick, you’re British, it’s.. Tuesday..?” He counts on his fingers. “Well, it’s definitely a weekday. See? Everything..” He starts looking around mid sentence, “...is,” distracted again, more searching, “… fine.”

Gemma follows Nick’s gaze and realises he’s looking at the old abandoned church longer than he’s looking in any other direction. So her assumption was right, that is where he came from.

“I’m Gemma. It’s Wednesday. Stay put.”

Nick turns his head back in her direction. He slumps like he’s lost his fight, exhausted, or has decided whatever he’s worried about doesn’t need worrying about right now. He doesn’t say anything as he lays back down on the floor, giving up his attempts to leave. The shrill sound of an ambulance siren can be heard in the distance.

As the ambulance pulls up, accompanied by a police car a dozen feet behind it, the driver of the car finally finds his voice. He’s been standing there for a few minutes, nervously smoothing out his work suit, trying to think of what to say. He speaks fast, trying to get everything out before anyone official gets within hearing distance.

“Listen. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, okay? You seem fine.” He turns to Gemma. “He’ll be fine, right? Nothing needs to come of this. I’ll just... be on my way.”

“Spineless.” Gemma mumbles under her breath before looking back at him. She may not think the incident was necessarily his fault but there’s a way to handle it and it’s not this. Looking directly at him, eyes cold, she continues, “I don’t think you’re going anywhere mate, the police are right there. They’ll want a word, I’m sure. And look at him. Does he look fine?”

Nick is still laying on the floor, not moving much. It's like the adrenaline and shock have finally worn off, leaving him aching all over, able to feel what just happened to him.

Gemma continues. “And unless you fancy running some more people over, I don’t think driving off in that thing is a good idea, do you? You won’t be able to see anything out of that window.”

The man turns back to his car, noting the huge area of smashed windshield, and runs his hand through his already slicked back hair, uncomfortable. Nick ignores what Gemma has just said and looks at the slightly dishevelled man, mumbling a response, “It’s whatever, man. I have bigger things to worry about.”

Gemma looks to Nick, wondering what those bigger things are. You’d assume it was potential head injury or internal damage from being thrown onto the concrete by a hunk of speeding metal but Gemma doesn’t think so. Nick was concerned about something, being hit by a car wasn’t anywhere close to the forefront of his mind.

Before the man can decide what to do the police and paramedics have closed the distance. The police go straight to him, the medics to Nick.

“Okay then, what do we have here?” Says the commanding voice of a tall blonde woman striding over. She’s carrying a large bag of any potential medical supplies Nick may need immediately and is being followed by a man and a stretcher.

“His name is Nick. He ran out into the road and got hit by a car.” Gemma quickly responds.

“Nick, can you tell me how you’re feeling? Let me take a look at you.” The paramedic bends down to Nick. She checks his eyes and makes a ‘hm’ sound.

“I feel fine.” Nick says while she continues looking him over. He doesn’t sound fine. His voice has gotten weaker the longer he’s been laying there.

“Right, okay,” unsurprisingly, the paramedic isn’t convinced. “We should check you out properly anyway. Getting hit by a car can cause a lot of damage you can’t necessarily see. Let’s get you on this stretcher and then we’ll be right on our way to the hospital, okay?” She says it firmly, it’s not really a question. But Nick doesn’t seem to be in a position to argue anyway.

Gemma stands back while the paramedics get Nick up onto the stretcher and as they walk him the short distance to the ambulance she instinctively starts to follow. No one questions her getting into the ambulance with them and taking a seat, not even Nick, who looks over to her but seems to mostly be in his own world now, thinking about who knows what. Maybe he’s thinking about nothing, in too much of a daze. Or maybe, like Gemma, he’s thinking about the church.

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Sitting on one of the bar stools in the clubhouse, a bag of ice resting on her hand, Emily was crimson red with embarrassment. "I'm Sorry, this is not how i expected things to go. I seriously just wanted to sign the paperwork and go." Jax smiled at her panicked expression. "Its fine Darlin'. Its his own fault for not getting the hint." Tig chose that moment to pipe up. "Did you mean it tho? About fucking every man that dont have an old lady. Cuz if you did, I'm first yeah?" Emily started to laugh and immediately Jax knew he loved the sound. "Sure, Why not!" She was glad no one was pissed at her for causing trouble. "Ignore him, he's a pervert." Jax rolled his eyes as Tig glared at him, but before anyone else could say anything the clubhouse door was slammed open. Emily watched as a young blonde woman with hardly any clothes came storming in. "Im guessing your Emily?" She questioned with all the attitude she could muster. Not even moving from the bar stool, Emily nodded at the girl. She was completely confused. She'd never laid eyes on this woman before and there was clearly an issue. "You've just broke my old mans nose! How fucking dare you!" The woman screeched. Emily's eyes widened in shock, but laughter came tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Oh my god. Your the whore with the lace panties!" Turning to Jax, Emily raised both hands up and giggled. "Mystery Solved!" Turning back to the very angry blonde. "Hate to break it to you sweetie, but if your expecting prince charming you are sorely sorely mistaken. Dont expect good sex, he's shit in bed. But im guessing since your already so uptight and moody you already know that. Also You'll have to have his dinner on the table when he's home, he wont eat it but he wants it there, even just to throw it away. Dont expect gifts on your birthday or even your anniversary. Oh and Dates? No youll never get them, unless you pay the bill. 6 years i was with thats asshole and hes never brought me so much as a drink!" Emily laughed again at the shock on the womans face. "And just so you know. That amazing bike he no doubt rode you around on? I paid for it sweetie!" Emily picked her drink up from the bar and took a sip. "So good luck, your welcome to the absolute waste of a man." The woman was clearly lost for words as she stomped back out of the clubhouse without another word or a backwards glance. "Was that mean?" She asked Jax and Tig. Jax shook his head. "No, i dont think so." He smirked at her. And even in her angry scorned state she couldnt help but think how fucking sexy he was.

"JAX!" The man she now knew was called Chibs, shouted. His voice echoed through the clubhouse. Worriedly all three of them made their way outside, just in time to see a police car drive in and David Hale exit. Jax groaned in frustration. Fuck. This was the last thing the club needed. Expecially since they have 6 oil barrells in the garage, each full of a dozen unassembled AK-47'S. Stepping in front of Jax, she pulled her hair out of her messy bun, took off her button up and shifted her breasts in her bra to extenuate her cleavage."Leave it with me." She hissed at him and made her way over to the deputy swaying her hips a little more than necessary, Gemma quickly following behind her. "Hey David, Hows it going?" She spoke softly leaning against the police car. "Hey Emily. Had a call about a fight. Just came to check it out." He eye'd the club who were stood watching the scene unfold. "Yeah sorry that was my fault." Raising her bruised knuckles and pouting. "Bit of a domestic, but everything's fine now. Noah's at St Thomas if you want to take a statement. I punched him, broke his nose i think. I accept all charges. This isnt anything to do with SAMCRO. Its me you need to talk to." David looked to Gemma, "That true?" He questioned. Gemma raised her eyebrows. "You heard her." The look of frustration on David's Face made Emily want to laugh but she held it back. "Do you need a ride home? I dont think you should stay here with them. There not good people Emily." A Scowl settled on her face at his comment. "I can look after myself, Thank you David. Think Jax might take me home, ill take a harley over a cop car anyday." David went bright red at the comment. Clearing his throat, he nodded and got in his car. She blew him a kiss and a wave as he drove out of Teller Morrow. Gemma eyed the young girl as she put her bright hair back up in a messy bun. She was trouble alright. "What the fuck was that?" Gemma questioned as the rest of the club made their way over. "What? i had to help since i caused the trouble. You want him looking for an excuse to search the clubhouse. Do you think im completely stupid to the shit you guys do? David Hale has had a thing for me since the day i moved to Charming. I was using what i know to get him to fuck off. It worked didnt it?" Emily Snapped. It had been a long day and so much shit has happened she didnt have the mental capacity for another argument. "Listen Mamma Bear can i just sign this fucking paperwork? I've been here almost all day." Gemma couldnt help the smirk that settled on her face.

She liked this girl.

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [21]

chapter twenty-one, act three: so far (it's alright)

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June 3rd 2014

Tommie smiles when she hears the knock on the door, she tosses the last pillow onto the bed and walks over, grin dropping slowly.

“Oh, hey.”

“Happy birthday.”

She smiles, stepping aside to let Matty in, Button lifts her head from the bed and rolls over for Matty to pat her belly.

Tommie steps out into the corridor for a minute, glancing up and down for any sign of her boyfriend who is yet to arrive, even though he said he’d be here at 11 she’s been on edge since she woke up at seven.

It’s only nine.

“Sorry we have to do a show on your birthday.”

She shrugs, “Not much we could do about it, not your fault.”

She moves back over to the bed and settles on the end, moving her hand on the duvet for Button to chase after.

The bag that Matty had brought in with him is passed over to her and she raises a brow. It’s on old fraying tote bag he’d gotten from a record store in London when he was younger.

It’s heavy and when she pulls out what's inside she pauses, there's a collection of different poetry books tied together but the one that stands out most to her is the Jack Kerouac one.

“You got me a new one?”

“Open it.”

She does as she says and pauses, eyes flickering up to him quickly, “You got it back?”

“Bumped into Gemma few weeks ago, asked her about it, said she gave it to a guy she hooked up with gave me his number-”

“Wow, really?”

“I said it was for you, she really liked you.”

She smiles at that, she really liked Gemma too, they got along great and Tommie felt like they could’ve been friends. Had it not been for the crush she held on her boyfriend.

“That guy gave it to a roommate to read, that roommate got bored and gave it to a charity shop up in Liverpool-”

“Jesus, Roddy, what’ve you gone through to get this?”

“A lot.” He says seriously, “But it was worth it.”

“Worth it?”

He nods, tugging on a strand of her curly hair, “Got to see that smile again.”

She sighs and purses her lips as she turns away, “Haven’t seen it in a while.”

“Matt, please-”

“Please what?”

She glances away and he clears his throat, dropping the strand of her hair, “I know I haven’t been the best friend lately, it’s just…”

He trails off and she raises a brow, “Just what, Matty?”

He lifts his head to look at her, “Cause I t-”

There's another knock on her hotel room door but she doesn't move, she raises her brow for him to continue on as a second knock sounds through the room.

“You should answer that.”

She opens the door and smiles at her boyfriend on the other side, bouquet of pink roses and a little gift bag in hand.

“Happy birthday, babe.”

He leans forward to kiss her, walking her backwards into the room slowly, hand moving up and down her sides until he hears the throat being cleared.

He stands up straight, pulling her into his chest when he notices Matty, “Hey, man, you good?”

“Not as good as you it seems.” Matty says awkwardly, Button still sat in his lap, chewing on the strings of his black hoodie.

“Here,” Caleb says, lifting the bag, “Got you a present.”

She grins and pulls the bag from his hands, “You didn’t have to.”

He shrugs, “Well, I know you didn't really get birthdays when you were younger, so, here you go.”

She takes the records out the bag and smiles, Amnesiac by Radiohead, London Calling by the Clash and then finally, Unplugged by Eric Clapton.

She purses her lips slowly and lifts the records to show Matty who can’t hold back his grin as he takes it from her.

Claeb looks between them both slowly, “What?”

“Nothing,” She turns to place her hands on his cheeks, “Thank you, it’s very kind of you.”

She leans up on her tiptoes and Matty sighs as he makes a loud show of getting to his feet, “I’m going before this becomes too intimate for the new emotionless persona I’m going for.”

He picks up Button cradling her in his arms, she’s gotten big now so he struggles to hold her but manages to balance her on one hip.

“I’m taking the dog so she’s not traumatised.”

“Matty, do not kidnap my dog.”

“Taking her.” He says as he pulls the door open.

“Matthew!”

“I’m taking the dog, dumbass.” He says in his best Jennifier Coolidge impression making her roll her eyes.

She’s soon occupied with Caleb pushing her backwards, lips moving up the side of her neck as he goes, “Let me show you how much you mean to me.” He whispers.

“Let me show you how much I love you, Tommie.”

He climbs on top of her, shirt shed over his head as his hands push their way under her hoodie, she closes her eyes and leans back.

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“You’re leaving?”

She sits up in the bed, grabbing the sheets pooled at the bottom of her bed and bringing them up to cover herself as he turns back around.

He brings the shirt back over his head and moves to sit beside her, a chaste kiss being placed on her cheek, “I’m sorry, babe, I did try, really.”

“It’s,” She pauses, hand moving to play with a loose thread on the collar of his shirt, “It’s fine, Caleb, you’re busy, I get that.”

“It’s not fine.”

“It’s always fine.”

He hangs his head low, hand moving to take hers away, “Before you go, can I just cut that?”

He shrugs, “It’s fine, doesn’t bother me.”

“It bothers me.” She says with a cheeky smile.

She wraps her finger around it, preparing to pull it loose but he catches her wrist, “Just leave it there, Tommie.”

“Please?” She asks, tilting her head forward to look at him through her lashes, although she can’t take her eyes off the string, she scratches her neck, as if she can feel it there on her own skin, “It’ll bother me all day and I won’t stop thinking about it.”

“I’ll be taking it off as soon as I get home anyway.”

“Yeah, but you’re going straight to the studio.”

He doesn’t answer that, he tugs his shoes on and leans over to give her another kiss.

He smiles into the kiss when he feels her hand snake up his back towards the piece of her annoyance on his neck.

He catches her hand, pulling it down to his mouth to place a kiss upon her knuckles, his lips curled as he laughs at her, “I’ll see you saturday.”

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“Stop it.”

She looks up at Matty with a questioning raise of her brows and he reaches out to gently grasp her hand, “Stop doing that.”

He tugs her hand away from where she’s been scratching at her neck, the skin now red and full of scrapes.

Moving himself he stands right beside her, his chest brushing her shoulder as he moves her hair out of the way to inspect the red marks. “Tommie…”

She huffs tugging the bobble of her wrist and pulling her hair up out of the way, “It’s really warm, hairs sticking to me-”

“Please don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?”

Her hand goes to scratch again as she remembers the piece of string on Caleb’s shirt but she stops, dropping it down beside her and fiddling with the pocket in her shorts, tucking and untucking it until it feels just right.

She shrugs, but then he mutters her name again and when she looks up at him she questions just how any one can resist those eyes.

“Caleb had a loose string on his top this morning, I tried to pull it off but he wouldn’t let me. Can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Then try,” He asks softly, “You’re getting yourself worked up about it. Gonna give yourself a sensory overload again.”

“I’m fine, all under control.” He watches as she picks at the skin on her thumbs and sighs again a little louder.

Instead of reprimanding her and her unhealthy ways of dealing with things out of her control he clasps one hand around each ear, blocking out the overlapping noise of the busy backstage around them.

He tugs her until she’s standing just in front of him, her forehead resting on his chest. Her hands fall to catch hold of his waistband before moving around until they settle flat on his back.

With his chin on her head she allows herself to relax into him, focusing only on him as he people watches from the corner of the room.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

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Normal People V

I'm sorry this took so long. You can read the rest of it here: Normal People

I got one more part of this for sure, in my head. Just got to put everything together. I think this part is kind of all over the place, but I kind of like it. I hope you do too.

She looked at the guy that broke her heart more times than she could ever count. The brown curls and the perfect dimples. She thought back to the time she used her own finger to pretend Harry was tracing her face. It seemed like a lifetime ago...a whole different person ago. Harry was the only one that ever managed to make her feel whole...then and now.

Harry remembered the first time he saw her smiling and laughing with the guy beside her that obviously adored her—he looked much more than nice towards her. He looked like he would do anything to make her smile. But she said he didn’t really do anything for her—she was too independent. Of course, she was...that was Harry’s fault...and probably everyone else at school.

She gave a wave in Harry’s direction once while they were at the same café one morning. Her boyfriend turned to glance at Harry and then he murmured something to her. Whatever she responded with, she gave Harry a wink and smile as she spoke. He nodded and waved as well, finally. She wrapped her arm around his and they turned back to wait for their drinks before heading out the door.

Harry thought about how she said it wouldn’t go anywhere—he clung to that idea because all he could imagine was her being with him. His arm wrapped with hers while they got coffee each morning. It hurt Harry to think about how badly he blew things with her. He remembered saying to Mum that she shouldn’t forgive him...he meant that; he didn’t deserve her forgiveness, but all of this was so much for his heart, and he just wanted to be with her—he wouldn’t be stupid anymore.

It's in the library that he finds her when he was looking for a book for one of his classes. He had been hanging out at the library a lot since he was hiding from himself, his emotions, and Niall with his personal questions. He hadn’t seen her since the café but it all sort of worked out well—he was getting his schoolwork done a lot faster without the distractions. Yet here she was with tears in her eyes, and he immediately wanted to murder someone.

Harry was used to being the cause of her sadness but now that he knows he had hardly spoken to her recently, he felt okay assuming it wasn’t his fault this time. “Oh, love,” he cooed softly sitting beside her quickly and offering her a tissue from his backpack. Gemma had given him the tip: “either your allergies would act up or classes would make you cry...or maybe you’ll see some girl crying over a guy in the dining hall.” Gem was close enough and it made Harry sad that she was right. The poor girl sniffled.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

They didn’t speak for a few moments and Harry awkwardly reached out to rest his hand just below the back of her neck. Gently, he rubbed a circle over her shirt as he tried to soothe her. He didn’t want her to say anything if she didn’t want to. He would be there for her. It wasn’t his job to judge or comment. He had no right to tell her anything he thought or assumed about her relationship. As far as Harry knew that guy treated her better than—

“I miss my mom,” she whispered. Harry couldn’t imagine life without his mum, so he just nodded. He was hopeful the tears were about her mother and not the guy in her life. He could comfort her a lot more reasonably. Again, he didn’t understand her grief fully, so he just stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue if she wanted. “She wouldn’t let me date him,” she said knowingly.

Harry sighed. It was about him. Harry had no high horse. He wasn’t any better than this guy that made her cry. “Isn’t that enough?” He asked. “Jus’ knowing?”

She shrugged then shook her head. “It’s different.” He didn’t want to argue with her because of course he didn’t know, and he would never ask her to put something so vulnerable into words. He believed her implicitly. She knew her best because no one else had ever gotten close enough to know her. “Do you remember seeing us at the café a few weeks ago?” Harry thought about it every day, so he nodded a few times silently remembering how much he hated the guy beside her because he wasn’t him. “I told him you were my best friend,” she whispered. Harry felt a lightness in his heart that he didn’t know could exist. His hand fell from her body and the words couldn’t form in his mouth if he tried. “I’m sorry,” she apologized and now Harry couldn’t not speak.

“Sorry for what, kitten?” He asked quietly.

“I-I know you don’t want to be my best friend.”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” he hissed under his breath. “Kitten, I...” he rubbed a hand over his face. “You are my best friend.”

Harry would hate himself for the rest of his life. Regardless of if he ever did end up marrying her. The relief on her face was so tragically beautiful, Harry wanted to take back what he said only so she would stop looking so happy for such a shitty best friend like him. In actuality, Harry would never take that sentence back—because she was his best friend despite everything.

But Harry hated the way the relief looked on her face. He didn’t deserve it. Not after all those days he spent hiding from her. All the days he ignored her and didn’t protect her from his “friends.” It wasn’t fair that she looked at him like he was a life vest when he was drowning in guilt. He wished she knew how strong she was without him—without anyone really.

“I am?” She whispered.

“Love, you are the best person,” he said softly.

Smiling through a bunch of tears she sighed out an anxious breath. “That’s good.”

Harry couldn’t tell you why he was at the library anymore. It felt like his only purpose was to sit next to this beautiful girl and chat with her until they were all caught up and said a lot of things that they hid from one another until that point so that Harry really, truly could confidently say that she was his best friend.

“I think there’s something wrong with men,” she said as she entered Harry’s room. He heard her say hello to Niall as she got there so he was anticipating her arrival the moment his door opened. Without saying hi to him, or breaking stride, she flopped down on Harry’s bed.

He smirked at her. “M’sorry,” he said. “On behalf of the lot of us.”

She shrugged. “You’re alright,” she mumbled and then rolled onto her stomach to shove her face in the pillow. After a few moments she turned her head to the side so she could look at him. “I let him manipulate me,” she said softly.

Harry was in the middle of composing a song; one that he had been writing for years but never letting it breach his subconscious. But he stopped trying to force it down and let it flow out of him.

Up until this moment where she was being manipulated by some man that didn’t deserve her. Harry didn’t deserve her either, but he would be damned if he didn’t spend the rest of his days protecting her the way he should have for the last fifteen or so years. “What d’you mean?”

“Just...” she sighed. Harry turned in his seat and waited patiently but it felt agonizing. He wanted her to skip to the part where she told him where he was so he could kill him. “I bring it on myself, I think.”

Harry shook his head. “Can y’clarify what y’mean, kitten?”

She bit her lip and stared at the ceiling. It was easier to look at the white paint than Harry at this moment. “I do things for him. He gets mad. But I tell him it’s easier for me than for him. And I don’t mind. Then he just lets me do them. He doesn’t help.”

“So why don’t y’stop doing things?”

She was quiet for a few moments. “Because I think if I don’t do things for people they’ll leave me,” she explained.

Harry could feel the sadness seep from her all the way across the room to him. He wanted to cry. He made a vow to himself that he would never let her lift a finger on his behalf. She would never have to. Not while he was around. “M’sorry, love,” he didn’t know what else to say. “I know s’not the same...but...y’don’t have t’do anything for me...I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

Again, silence for a few moments. “Can I ask you to do something, and can it not be a thing?” She asked. Harry thought about how she was constantly surprising him. She was always her own person and never hid or shied away from Harry and her own personality. But Harry usually led all the make out sessions and tended to lead the direction of their conversations because she seemed nervous to say the wrong thing. Harry was so proud of how she would ask him anything, say anything to him now, and she didn’t bat an eyelash. He had no right to be proud because any functioning adult relationship and conversation was composed of those attributes. He solely took the blame for her shitty school experiences, and he was grateful she was in his life now and doing well despite his shitty friends and his lack of help.

Harry still hoped she would ask him to punch himself in the face to make up for all the damage he caused. He thought about the day she asked him to leave her alone a lot. “Course,” he hummed.

“C’mere,” she said and gently patted the mattress beside her as she scooted back to the wall and laid on her side. Harry felt his heart rapidly speed up and thunder against his ribs. He got up and sat on the edge of his bed unsure that this was the best idea. “I don’t bite,” she promised. He chuckled with slight relief at her teasing, and he settled down to lie facing her. She smiled sweetly and then scooted forward so her face was tucked into his chest. She had one arm beneath the pillow and the other lazily looped over his waist. His arm slid beside the crook of her neck and the other he rested at her hip. “Thanks,” she whispered and her warm breath penetrated his t-shirt, through his skin, and touched his rapidly beating heart.

It was just a regular old day between the two of them. She was lying on his bed. He was at his desk. But suddenly it wasn’t a regular day. Suddenly she was about to change one of their regular old days into something entirely new and different. “When was the last time we kissed, you think?”

Harry felt his face warm, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He had been counting the minutes since he last kissed her. It was much too long. “Fourteen and a half months.”

“I think that should be corrected, no?” She said moving from lying to sitting.

“You want to kiss me?” He asked near breathlessly.

“I take my teaching very seriously and don’t want you out of practice,” her smile was so mischievous, Harry wanted to kiss every inch of her body.

“Are you drunk?”

“I don’t like the insinuation that I would only kiss you while drunk.”

“Kitten.”

“You know how I feel about you calling me that.”

Now his brain felt tired. That didn’t make any sense. “You want t’kiss me, but I can’t call y’kitten?”

She sighed. Folded her hands in her lap and looked away from him. “I can’t get attached to you again...not like that,” she whispered. “But I really liked kissing you and being around you and it’s not fair you just pulled yourself away from me...so I can’t take that—"

Harry melted. Fully, totally. He dropped to his knees in front of her on his bed. He placed his hands on the bed outside her thighs. He didn’t want to touch her if she didn’t want it. “Kitten,” he practically cooed.

“Harry—”

His lips pressed against hers. Just like the first time he kissed her, she pulled back quickly; surprised and nervous at the touch of his soft lips. She put a finger to her lips and Harry watched the way her grown maturity and strength faltered behind her eyes. Harry hated that he was the cause of it. “Kitten, I won’t be going anywhere. I want to kiss you a lot. And I want to call you kitten.”

Her eyes looked so distrustful. But she had never trusted anyone but Harry before. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. “Do we have to have any rules or—”

“No, no, love. No rules. Just you and me.”

She nodded, still seeming unsure. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Harry would do anything to take the distrust from her.

Another nod. “Kiss me again...please.”

Smiling, he bobbed his head up and down quickly. His face felt warm again. It had only been two minutes since the last kiss, but Harry was desperate after all the time he spent not kissing her, all the same as those fourteen and half months. The time spent not holding her seemed overwhelming. He wondered if she felt the same way. “Yes, love,” his fingers snaked through the hair at the back of her head. Inching her back on his bed, he slid in beside her and pressed his lips over hers.

“Harry!” Niall shouted, causing Harry to fall off his bed with a loud thud.

It took Harry a moment to realize he was asleep, the kiss, the bed, all of it was unreal. At least the last few moments. She was still there beside him on the bed. But now he was groaning as she giggled where she looked over the edge at him grumbling on the floor. It seemed so cruel after what he thought he was doing on the bed with her. “Sorry, Ni, he was asleep,” she called back sleepily. It occurred to him they were actually taking a nap together.

“Lazy bones,” Niall called back.

“You okay, Harry?” She asked softly. She was rubbing her eye of the sleep and Harry thought he’d never be okay if she was going to look so adorable and cute like that fresh out of a nap. “Sorry for hogging the bed,” she murmured, and she maneuvered to the floor beside him and rubbed his head. He leaned into her hand a bit. It wasn’t her fault, and it wasn’t that serious. Harry had a small bed and when he dreamed, he was always dreaming of her.

He shook his head and sighed. “What d’you want Ni?”

“Do you and the missus wanna come out tonight?”

Harry looked at her peripherally to see how her cheek pinked at the nickname, her hair fell in front of her face as she gazed forward in an attempt to hide from Harry how she was affected by Niall calling her the missus. Harry liked it a lot, but he had to be casual.

“D’you wanna go out?” He asked quietly.

She shrugged. “Maybe for a little while.”

“We’ll be down in a bit,” he called back to him.

“Does he mind y’being here all the time?” He wondered. It had been nearly a month since she started coming over regularly. Niall kept joking she would have to pay rent soon. She told him she would bake something for him.

“Don’t joke with me like that, kitten,” Niall said seriously.

Harry rolled his eyes and ushered her upstairs as quickly as he could. “Does who mind? Niall? I think he made that clear—”

“No,” he shook his head ignoring her joke. It suddenly seemed serious. As much as Harry hated the guy and thought no one deserved her, if she stayed with him, there were reasons. Reasons he didn’t want to understand but he didn’t get to judge. She put the book down that she was reading, and she sat up against the wall of his bed. She tilted her head at Harry. “Your boyfriend.”

“What boyfriend?” She asked without any emotion in her voice.

Harry stared at her, blinked at the abruptness. “Did I miss something?”

“Harry, we broke up.”

It felt like the world was no longer spinning. How did he miss that? Was she crying? No...no way. Not here. He hadn’t seen her cry since the library. “Kitten, I didn’t know.”

“I try not to advertise my heartache as much as possible.”

“M’so sorry, love,” and he was sorry. He meant it seriously. “I...I wish y’told me, I would have—”

“Harry, I came over the day we broke up,” she said. “I told you I had a bad day and you put on a movie I used to watch as a child, you got me my favorite coffee, and we laid here all afternoon while it rained.” Harry thought that sounded like a regular old day to him...at least now that she was so prominent in his life.

“M’still really sorry.”

She shrugged. “I told you I didn’t think it was going to work out.”

He nodded in agreement. “I hoped it would, for you...he seemed like a nice enough guy despite...” he didn’t really believe that. He didn’t think she was worthy of anyone. But for a moment in time, he made her happy. That’s all Harry wanted for her. “Well...can I get y’something now that I actually know?” He wondered.

She thought about asking him to make out again. But she didn’t think Harry liked her like that anymore. Of course, they shared a bed a lot of afternoons and he called her kitten a lot. He confessed he loved her one time after she saw him for the first time in college. But once more she repelled him away and told him he didn’t. It was nearly forgotten...maybe it was the alcohol talking and she could push the idea away that the guy she had loved for so many years loved her back.

She thought about that moment a lot. Thought about how easy it would be to fall more in love with Harry. Especially this new Harry that was so gentle and sweet to her. She wondered if her heart could take it. The idea of him not being in her life now seemed horrendous. Her current idea was just bottling up her feelings until he married some other girl that didn’t love him as much as she did.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Whatever y’want, kitten.”

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Chapter 24

Another sad one but tomorrow's chapter is going to be brighter again, I promise you 😉

1st December 1994

"I don't want you to divorce! You promised me you're not going to divorce but now you are! You lied to me!" Seeing her poor little daughter standing at the edge of the staircase, desperately crying and screaming at them broke Camilla’s heart into a thousand pieces but also kind of summed up that absolute hell of a year they'd all been through. That goddamn interview Charles had given and everything it had brought about for her and her family, her mother's death and, now Andrew had announced that he wanted to divorce her. She had begged him to at least wait until Christmas was over, so that they wouldn't ruin the festive season for their little girl, but he had been relentless, he wanted to divorce her, as soon as possible, and wanted to marry Rose - as soon as possible. "It will break her heart.", Camilla had told him in regards to Thea, but he'd been sure she'd cope well - but it now turned out that he'd been wrong. He had, indeed, managed to ruin not only the festive season for her but basically crashed down everything she'd loved and believed in, everything that'd given her safety, within the wink of an eye. And she hated him for that. "Thea, darling, please, come here…", she said, rushing up the stairs to take her crying daughter in her arms, but Thea was so pissed off she couldn't bear that kind of closeness right now (a trait which she had definitely inherited from Charles…), turned around and stamped over to her room, slammed the door behind her, fell onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow. "Well done, Andrew! I hope you're proud of yourself!", Camilla hissed at her future ex-husband, looking at him so withering that it almost froze his blood. "See, Camilla, that's exactly why I want this divorce as soon as possible - because, in your world, it's always somebody else's fault, you're perfect and never do anything wrong, it's always somebody else!", he screamed at her and she couldn't believe the utter nonsense he was talking. "Oh just shut up and leave me alone! You know what? You can have your divorce, as soon as possible if it's so important for you, go and marry your lover and live happily ever after, I don't care anymore, I really don't!", she screamed back. "Just go! I can't have you here tonight, go to Rose or any of your other affairs but get out of my way!", she added, knowing exactly that there had been only Rose for him for at least the last five years and there was no "other affair" anymore, but there had been times where he probably couldn't recall all his lover's names himself, and after he'd made her baby so unhappy, she thought he deserved a little punishment tonight. Andrew grumbled something, grabbed his car keys from the sideboard and took his leave.

Once the door had slammed shut behind him, Camilla allowed herself to cry a few tears, before pulling herself together again, putting on a brave face and going to her daughter, who needed her love and comfort so badly. "Come here, darling.", she said, pulling Thea into her arms, tenderly rocking her back and forth, like she had done when she had been a baby. "Don't worry, my sweet little darling.", she whispered. "I know this is a hard time for you, but Daddy and I love you so much and we will always be there for you, both of us." "But everything's going to change!", Thea moaned. "And Daddy won't have time for me anymore. Will he get himself a new family, like my friend Gemma's Daddy? She only sees him like once a year nowadays… I don't want to see Daddy only once a year!" "Shush, darling. Of course you will still see Daddy. He can come and visit you anytime, or you can visit him whenever you want to.", Camilla promised her.

"Are we going to relocate?", Thea asked further, immediately adding: "I don't want to relocate. This is our home and I want to stay here!" Camilla sighed and lied down on the bed next to her, staring at the ceiling in excessive demand and desperation. "God help me…", she thought, pressing her daughter against her chest. "We haven't decided on that, yet.", she said, but that was a lie, they actually had, and it was clear that they'd have to sell the house but she didn't manage to reveal that, not today, not like that. Thea was already so heartbroken, she simply couldn't bear giving her more bad news. Instead, she said: "But no matter what's going to happen and where we might be a year from now, I will always be by your side, my darling, and we'll always have it nicely and cosy, as long as we have each other, I promise you." At this, Thea's sobbing decreased a bit and she buried her little face on her mother's chest. "When Daddy marries Rose, will you marry Sir now as well?", she asked, totally out of the blue and Camilla almost burst into laughter. "No, darling. That's not going to happen.", she said and Thea frowned her forehead. "But why not?", she asked, as if it was the silliest and most illogical thing she'd ever heard, explaining: "You're in love. You always kiss." Camilla couldn't suppress a smile. It had been a rough few months for them in summer and she had been really upset and mad with him, but he'd done such an effort to get her back, apologised a thousand times, not only to her but also to her children, to her father, and even to Andrew… he'd sent flowers, wrote letters and poems and hadn't she finally given in at some point, he'd probably have climbed on the roof of Buckingham Palace and performed "If I could turn back time" from Cher or something. So by the end of September, they were all in love and together again, though things remained difficult and they still had to be extremely cautious. He did indeed still hope to be able to marry her one day but she couldn't really see that happening. Apart from the fact that she surely wasn't, and wasn't ever to be, the sort of wife anyone with or without influence wanted for a future King, she herself didn't want to live that sort of life either. She loved him dearly, of course she did, and she, too, hoped that one day their relationship would at least be so much accepted that they wouldn't have to hide anymore and could maybe go out together again like a normal couple could but for nothing in this world would she ever voluntarily marry into that family and the sort of life it'd mean. In contrast to Diana, she had always been aware that nobody could ever marry "just Charles". She'd have married "just Charles" immediately back in 1972, but even then she had been aware that it wasn't "just Charles", but it was a public role, she'd have said yes to as well, a whole institution, with their own sometimes cruel rules, traditions, duties, forces and sacrifices, and that as something she had never wanted and still didn't want. She loved her freedom and was not willing to give up on it, not even for him. Also, she wanted her daughter to grow up as normal as possible, and it was already hard enough for her now with the divorce and everything. This was certainly going to be a very sad, last Christmas at Middlewick House for all of them…

*Side Note: Camilla and Andrew's marriage was officially divorced on 19th January 1995. After everything that had happened, they decided to release a joint press statement which reads as follows:

"The decision to seek an end to our marriage was taken jointly and is a private matter, but as we have no expectation that our privacy will be respected, we issue this statement in the hope that it will ensure that our family and friends are saved from harassment. Most especially, we ask that our children, who remain our principal concern and responsibility, are left alone to pursue their studies at what is clearly a difficult time for them. Throughout our marriage we have always tended to follow rather different interests, but in recent years we have led completely separate lives. We have grown apart to such an extent that, with the exception of our children and a lasting friendship, there is little of common interest between us, and we have therefore decided to seek divorce."

I've read these lines about a hundred times but it still breaks my heart. It all must have been so hard for her. Thinking of these dark days makes me appreciate everything we get to see of her as a happy and healthy Queen these days even more.

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Synopsis: Lena Daniels has been in love with Jax Teller for half of her life. As she finally gains his heart, an old love comes back to Charming and threatens their future. Will Lena be able to handle Tara, and Jax’s steady rise into the President’s chair with SAMCRO?

Pairings: Jax Teller x Lena Daniels (OC), Jax Teller x Tara Knowles (past, mentioned), Jax Teller x Wendy Case (past)

Time Setting: Seasons 1-7

Warnings: fluff, angst, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it, folks), pregnancy, insecurities, infidelity, canon SOA violence & gore, STRONG language, drug & alcohol use, rape, lots of taking the LORD’s name in vain, mentions of racism, and character deaths

Author’s Note: So, this is my first Sons of Anarchy story for those of you who are fans of the show. This fic is a Dark Fic. It is set during the timeline of the entire series, but I’m not going full canon. There will be things that are actually what happened in the show, but with my own twist, and things that are not show canon. The narrative is set to fit the story itself. If you are a Tara Knowles fan, be warned, as this story may not be for you. Also please HEED the warnings. They are there for those get triggered by certain topics. I will post another warning before each chapter to give a final warning.

Chapter Six - Repost

warnings: miscarriage, alcohol abuse, angst, public masturbation

"I'm so sorry, Jackson. She lost the baby."

Jax felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach, as he took a step back from his mother's reach. "She lost," he choked, "she lost the baby?" He questioned in disbelief. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.

Gemma swallowed thickly, nodding her head. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

Jax ran a hand across his tired face, trying to qualm his growing emotions. "Where is she? I need to see her."

"She's in there." Clay stepped up and pointed to the room that was directly right behind them.

Jax immediately sidestepped his mother and stepfather and quickly headed toward the room. He was desperate to see Lena.

"Jax," Gemma called out to stop him, "she's resting right now. They gave her a sedative for the pain."

Jax ignored his mother and made his way inside the room. The moment he shut the door behind himself, the image he saw nearly broke his heart. Lena was laying turned away from the door. She was curled into the fetal position, soundly asleep.

Jax swallowed the lump at the back of his throat, just looking at her form. His guilt quickly started eating at him. If he hadn't been dealing with Tara and Kohn, which he for sure thought had left town, then he could have been there for Lena. He was such a fucking idiot.

Releasing a deep breath, Jax cautiously made his way toward his Old Lady. He wasn't sure he should bother her, but he just needed to be near her. He needed to let her know that he was here. When he finally stopped right in front of her, he tried to hold back his own tears at the pained expression on her face; the stains of her tears tracked down her cheeks. He slowly reached out and ran a soothing hand across her cheek, before leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against her forehead.

Lena sucked in a huge breath, nearly waking in a panic. Her eyes immediately began to frantically search around her, before they landed on Jax. The relief that he was here sat in the pit of her now empty belly. "Jax," she barely choked out.

"I'm here, baby." Jax continued to stroke his rough, calloused thumb against the softness of her cheek.

Lena's bottom lip trembled, as she desperately grabbed ahold of his kutte and pulled him further to her. "I'm so sorry, Jax."

Jax shook his head. "Baby, this is not your fault, okay." He whispered, leaning forward to brush a gentle kiss across her lips, before gathering her into his arms.

Lena clutched onto Jax as much as she could, as she released a full body sob into his chest.

Lena was finally released from the hospital the following morning. Jax was by her side every step of the way, even helping her into Gemma's truck, and following right behind them on his bike.

Lena had barely spoken a word since she had cried herself to sleep in Jax's arms the night before. When the Doctor, who came to release her, asked her how she was feeling, she replied with one simple word: empty.

Upon hearing her say that word caused Jax's heart to break a little more. The guilt for leaving her that night for Tara weighed even heavily in his gut.

When they arrived back at the house, Jax helped lay Lena down into what he was now calling their bed. He could only sadly watch as she curled herself away from him.

Jax swallowed thickly, covering her body with the comforter, before taking a seat behind her. "Hey," he whispered, reaching over to splay his hand against her curvy hip, "you need anything?"

Lena sniffled, wiping a stray tear, and just shook her head: Her only answer.

"Baby," Jax exasperated. He had no idea what to do here. "I want to help you. Please, tell me what I can do to help you."

Things were quiet for a few moments, and Jax thought Lena wasn't going to answer, until she squeaked out, "where were you last night?"

That question immediately caught Jax off guard. He didn't know exactly what to say. If he told her the truth then he would run the risk of her shutting down on him. But he didn't want to lie to her either. So, he just stayed silent.

"So," Lena whispered softly and sniffed again, "I'll take your silence as you were with Tara."

Jax sighed heavily. "She needed my help with Kohn."

Lena was quiet for another few moments, before she choked, "I needed you, Jax. We needed you."

"Jesus Christ." Jax released a shuddering breath, leaning forward on his elbows, and shoving his face in his hands. He literally had no idea what to do for her and wanted to comfort her so badly. He knew he had royally fucked up.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Jax finally stood his feet. He then leaned over to kiss her temple, relieved when she didn't pull away from him. "I'll be back." He told her, but he didn't receive an answer in return.

Jax pursed his lips and then slowly made his way out of the room only to find his mother, Gemma, patiently waiting in the hallway.

"How is she?" Gemma walked up to her son, seeing the pain in his blue eyes. Her heart broke for the both of them. She knew the pain of losing a child.

Jax released a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. He quickly glanced back at the room and then back at his mother. "Not good, mom. I want to help her, but I'm not even sure I know how."

Gemma folded her arms together in a comforting manner. "She's gonna be fine, Jackson. She just needs some time to adjust. She just lost a baby. That's a traumatic thing to go through, baby. You need me to stay with her while you meet with the club?"

Jax looked back at the room once again, thinking about it for a second, before he shook his head. "Nah, I think I'm gonna stay here with her. Make sure she eats an' shit, and I kinda don't wanna leave her side tonight. You go home." He reached forward and gave her arms a gentle squeeze.

"You sure?" Gemma questioned, and he nodded. "Okay, sweetheart." She then pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. "You call if you need anything."

"I will." Jax told his mother, as he walked her out of his house. Gemma gave him one last hug before he closed and locked the door.

Releasing another breath, Jax looked down the empty foyer in desolation. He slowly removed his kutte, hanging it on the coat rack, and made his way back to his bedroom. As he opened the door, he found her in the same position he had left her in just a few minutes ago, but this time she was asleep. He knew that the pain medication she had been subscribed had already kicked in.

He stood by the frame of his bedroom door, watching as her body rose and fell with each breath she took. After a few minutes, he then proceeded to pull his hoodie over his head, along with his white t-shirt, dropping them onto the floor. He finally toed off his white sneakers and removed his jeans, before finally climbing into the bed next to Lena.

Jax continued to watch Lena for a few moments. He reached out and gently grabbed her hand. She subconsciously turned over and draped her body across his, snuggling closer into his warmth. He then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and laid her open palm against his bare chest.

The next morning Lena's eyes fluttered open, and she was graced with the presence of the most beautiful, crystal blue eyes she loved so much.

"Hey," Jax ran a soothing hand across her mountain of curls, "I gotta go take care of some club shit, okay. I'll be back in a little while."

Lena just nodded her head, still not feeling up to speaking.

Jax sighed, kissing her forehead softly. "I made you some tea." He pointed to the steaming cup on the bedside table. "And there's some eggs and toast in the microwave."

This was exactly what Jax did every morning for the next week. He'd make her eggs, toast, and tea, before leaving every morning. The first four days he would come home disappointed to find that the eggs and toast were still in the microwave and the tea was barely touched. He'd also find her still curled in the same fetal position he left her in. By day five, the tea was drank, the toast was eaten, and it looked as if she had made some type of vital effort to shower. She would still be in bed by the time he got home though.

Then yesterday all of it was gone.

Today, after Church, Jax made a quick stop at home to check in on Lena. Much to his shock and surprise, she was finally up and about.

"Hey," Jax said walking into the bedroom to find Lena tying the straps of her boots. "You're up?"

Lena looked up at Jax, giving him a warm smile. This was the first time in days that she had shown him some source of light. "Yeah, I figured it was time to finally stop grieving. It's time to move on. I'm sorry I've been such a recluse."

Jax shook his head dismissively, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "Lena," he breathed, "please, don't blame yourself for any of this. Losing the baby wasn't your fault. The doctor said that sometimes it just happens. No reasons why."

"I know." Lena replied desolately. "But I can't help but feel like it is." Jax went to tell her that she didn't need to, but couldn't form the words, when she stood to her feet and approached him. "I just want to thank you for giving me the time that I needed." She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips softly against his and quickly pulled away.

"Where you going?" Jax questioned, watching as she reached for her things.

"Just to stop by my house really quick, grab some more things, then I'm gonna head to the clubhouse. I can't stay in this room like this any longer." Lena told him, moving around the room in a dizzying blur.

And before Jax could protest, Lena had already disappeared from his sight.

Lena arrived at the clubhouse a short time later. She walked in to see Clay and Piney sitting at the bar with some strange, balding, short guy she had never seen before. Ever since she could remember, the club had always been bringing strange people she had never met around. She knew the deal: to keep smiling and never ask questions, unless spoken to.

"Well, well, well, look who's back on her feet." Clay boastfully announced with a huge grin on his face, as he saw Lena making her way toward them. "What are you doing here?"

Lena approached the MC President, and her Old Man's stepdad, giving him a warm hug and a kiss to the cheek. "I just figured you needed me to get back to work."

Clay shook his head dismissively, hand on her shoulder. "That's nonsense, girl. Take all the time you need. That's what we got the Prospect for." He smiled again.

"No," Lena responded, heading behind the bar to put her things away, "I have to do something. I can't just lay around and wallow anymore. It's not good for me."

"How're you feeling?" Piney question, placing a comforting hand on hers.

Lena looked down at the gesture, a million thoughts running through her mind. After she had the miscarriage, news of her failed pregnancy spread like wildfire through the MC. A pregnancy she wasn't even ready to announce yet. Not that it even mattered anymore. Some of the croweaters, she didn't know about, and even the Nevada charter, were sending in their condolences. She was grateful for their support, but she was also really tired of it. She just wanted to not think of it anymore. Every time she did, that emptiness she now felt would start to suffocate her.

"I'm okay, Piney." Lena swallowed thickly, giving her grandfather's closest friend a warm smile back. She then looked over to the strange man who was sitting there quietly, staring at her breasts in her low cut top, while sipping on his mug of beer. "Hi."

"Hi." The guy nodded a little too skittishly, his eyes leaving her chest.

"Lee, this is Chucky." Clay pointed toward the jumpy man. "Chucky, this is Lena. She's Jax's Old Lady."

Lena reached out to shake Chucky's already outstretched hand when Piney not so subtly placed his hand over hers, stopping her actions. She turned to the old man, giving him a look of confusion, and he just shook his head in warning.

Lena then soon found out why.

Chucky, feeling a bit rejected by Lena, immediately stuck his hand down his khaki pants and started jackhammering on his genitals.

Lena choked back, standing there wide eyed really not believing her eyes. This strange man was actually masturbating in front of all three of them. She then turned to look at Clay and Piney, and they both reassured her that she wasn't going crazy.

"Yeah," Clay began, sounding so done, "he's got that, what do you call it?" He turned to look at Chucky. "Compuls–"

"Compulsive Masturbation Disorder, CMD." Chucky explained, still going to town on himself.

Lena pulled a face of disgust, but still not looking away. It was like watching a car wreck, and Chucky was showing no signs of stopping.

"Alright," Clay boasted, "get your goddamn hands out of your pants, Chucky. There's a lady present."

Chucky stopped, looking over at Lena, who still had yet to look away. "I accept that." He immediately removed his hand from his pants. "Sorry about that." He looked back at Lena, apologetically, "it literally has a mind of its own. Especially now without my meds."

"I guess it's all good." Lena commented, before looking at Piney and Clay once more. "I thought boys got over that after 13." She joked, causing both Piney and Clay to chuckle.

"Hey, sweetheart," Clay turned back to Lena, gesturing between himself, Chucky, and Piney, "could you give us a few? We gotta talk business."

Lena nodded, grabbing both Clay and Chucky's now empty glasses to wash them. "Okay, I guess I'll be in the back doing some inventory."

"Thank you." Clay told her. "Glad to have you back."

Lena gave Clay another warm smile, before retreating into the back kitchen. When she got there, she immediately noticed the mountain of boxes of delivered alcohol piled high, in the corner. These boxes weren't there over a week ago. It was almost like they had been patiently waiting for her. It was always like this though. If she didn't show up for a day or two, things would just go to the wayside, waiting for her to come back. It was almost as if she were running the bar herself.

Lena released a heavy sigh, walking over to the sink and tossing the heavy mugs inside. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But she knew she couldn't. So, she just swallowed all of those feelings down and started her task. At least dealing with this, she didn't have to deal with all the other shit on her mind.

After finally getting those boxes situated, Lena found herself arranging and cleaning the liquor shelf back out front. She had completed the much needed inventory, and was now tasking herself with doing other things. As, again, if she wouldn't do it, then no one would.

The clubhouse was completely dead. Clay and Piney disappeared with that masturbating freak, so it just left her and maybe one or two other people. The rest of the MC would more than likely show up a little later on.

As Lena turned to write down some notes of things she had missed that needed to be ordered, her stomach dropped at the sight of Tara Knowles strolling her way inside. This woman had the worst time of showing up unexpectedly. Tara was the last person that Lena needed or even wanted to see right now.

"What are you doing here?" Lena questioned, when Tara cautiously approached her. "Jax isn't here."

Tara nodded nervously, now standing on the opposite side of the bar from Lena. Her bright eyes began to look around her familiar surroundings, everything rushing back to her. "I know. I'm here to see you, actually."

Lena's brows furrowed in confusion. What could possibly be the reason that the good doctor needed to see her? "Me? Why?"

Tara cleared her throat and finally took a seat. "Jax told me what happened, and I just wanted to personally offer my condolences."

Lena actually giggled at that, but there was no humor behind it. This bitch wasn't serious, was she? "Your condolences? Are you serious? You know what Tara? You can take your condolences and shove them right up your skinny ass." She spat bitterly. She was too emotionally unstable to deal with Tara at this moment. Just thinking about Jax not being with her, at a time when she needed him the most, to help Tara deal with her psycho stalker ex-boyfriend, caused the blood to boil in Lena's system.

"Excuse me?" Tara looked at Lena a little taken aback.

"I don't know what you thought by coming here and offering your condolences was gonna do when you and I both know that it's bullshit."

"It's not bullshit, Lena." Tara muttered in shock. "I just don't want–"

"It's not bullshit?" Lena cut Tara off, and all she felt was pure anger. "You say that you're not here for Jax –that you didn't come back to Charming for Jax– but yet every time I see him, you're lurking in his vicinity."

"I'm his son's surgeon." Tara tried to justify, her dark brows furrowing in confusion.

"Is that what you tell yourself at night, Tara?" Lena snipped. She could see right through Tara's pathetic condolences. She knew Jax's ex was feeling some type of guilt. "To make yourself feel better?"

"Look," Tara released a deep breath, "I just came here to–"

Lena quickly cut her off. "I know exactly what you just came here to do, and I'm putting an end to it right now. Just so we're clear, you and I need to get a few things straight, Tara. First, you being around Jax, relying on him to deal with your shit, that ends now." Tara went to protest when Lena threw a hand up to stop her in her tracks. "Second of all, you need to learn your place in this town. I'm Jax's Old Lady, now, not you. You gave that right up 10 years ago when you snuck out of here like a thief in the night without a second glance. Jax loves me. You're his past. I'm his future. And if you want to call this marking my territory, then have the fuck at it. But I am making sure you are aware that Jax is mine. Are we clear?"

Tara pursed her lips, trying to figure out what she was going to say next. But she thought better of it and just nodded her head. "Crystal."

"Good," Lena paused for a moment, before smacking her lips together, "now I need you to leave, and on your way out, take your shitty condolences with you."

Tara hesitated for a moment, before finally standing up from her seat, and walking out of the clubhouse.

Lena watched as Tara disappeared from her sight. She hadn't noticed that she had grabbed a bottle of gin, until she realized it was shaking uncontrollably in her hand. She quickly felt the itch to just throw the damn thing across the room to let her emotions loose, but instead she poured herself a shot. And for good measure, she poured herself three more.

The clubhouse was now hustling and bustling with patrons, as Lena had expected it to. She was busy, behind the bar, pouring drinks and taking more shots with the members of SAMCRO that had showed up about a half an hour ago. Of course, Jax wasn't with them. At this point, Lena didn't really care.

"How you feelin', baby girl?" Tig asked, sipping his beer bottle, his crystal blue eyes looked at Lena with sympathy.

"I'm feeling better." Lena replied, trying to push down the urge of telling folks to stop asking her that.

"Yeah, Jackie boy was tellin' us you were takin' it pretty hard." Chibs commented, as Lena poured him another shot of whiskey. "Just so you know, SAMCRO –we're here for you, darlin'. Whatever you need."

Tig nodded in agreement, reaching out to pat her hand.

"Thanks boys." Lena gave them a warm smile, this time pouring two more shots. One for Tig and one for herself.

The three of them toasted, before throwing the shot back. Lena winced, feeling the burn of the liquor hitting the back of her throat. She was now definitely starting to feel it, making her body grow warmer. When she looked up she finally saw Jax making his way into the clubhouse and quickly over to her.

"Hey, babe," Lena greeted him.

"Hey." Jax looked at her, and immediately noticed that something was off with her demeanor.

Lena offered him a shot, but he turned it down. She just shrugged and took it herself, receiving much praise from Tig and Chibs.

"How many of those have you had tonight?" Jax questioned, still looking at Lena with concern written in his steely blues. Lena gave him another nonchalant shrug and tossed back another shot. "Maybe you need to slow down a bit."

Lena rolled her eyes annoyed –she was definitely starting to feel it– and poured herself yet another shot. "I'm fine, Jax." She went to toss that one back, before Jax reached out to stop her.

Jax immediately took the shot from her hands and set it down on the bar. "Can we talk?"

Lena sighed heavily, setting the whiskey bottle back on the shelf and giving the bar counter a good wipe. She then quickly dried her hands and made her way around the bar. Jax didn't let Lena's untouched shot go to waste as he downed it for himself and set the shot glass back down on the bar table. He then gave Chib's back a friendly pat and took Lena back to his dorm.

Lena went and sat on the bed, while Jax shut the door behind them. "So, what's up?"

Jax immediately joined her, his jean clad knee brushing against her bare thigh in the short skirt she was wearing. "So," he began, rubbing his hands together, "I got, um, I got some good news today. Abel is officially coming out of the toaster tomorrow and we can finally hold him."

At the mention of Abel, Lena felt a stabbing pain in her chest. It had been a week since she'd last seen him. It was that day, the day she lost her own baby, and hearing Jax telling her that Abel was getting better and that they'd be able to actually hold him, should have been the best news that she needed to hear. And for some reason, it wasn't.

Unfortunately, Lena knew she couldn't let Jax know that "That's great, Jax."

Jax nodded, smiling from ear to ear. "Means he should be coming home real soon."

That was also something that Lena couldn't bear to hear, but she pushed all of those feelings down. "That's wonderful. I'm so happy." She put on a big smile, pulling Jax in for a hug.

When they pulled back, Jax noticed that Lena's smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey," he reached forward to push a curly tendril behind her ear, "you would tell me if you're not okay, right? We just lost a baby, babe, it's okay if you're not."

Lena swallowed thickly, her eyes cascaded down at her trembling hands. She then took a quick glance back up at Jax, as he still looked at her with concern. She couldn't take him looking at her like that. So, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his. Jax was caught off guard by the kiss, but quickly melted into it. Lena grabbed the lapels of his kutte and pulled him further toward her. They both fell back on the bed, their mouths still fused together in a tight liplock.

Jax's hand roughly grabbed at Lena's breasts through her top, as their kiss continued to deepen.

Then suddenly the door to the apartment was opened, and the pair immediately pulled apart. Much to Lena's disappointment.

"Hey, man, sorry to interrupt," Opie stood awkwardly by the door, "we got a problem. Mayans."

Jax nodded at his best friend. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

Opie also nodded, shutting the door.

Jax sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "You gonna be okay?" He turned to look at Lena.

"Yeah." Lena told him, not quite making eye contact with her Old Man.

Jax, again, cupping her face in his hands, leaned forward and kissed her lips. He then stood to his feet and headed out of the door.

Lena sat there for a few seconds after Jax had left. All of a sudden, her body was starting to shake, and she felt the tears stinging her eyes. But nipped that in the bud quickly, swallowing it all down. She then ran a hand through her curly locks and stood to her feet. If she was telling people that she was fine, she needed to show it.

Lena awoke the next morning, back at Jax's house. Of course, like always, he wasn't there. When she rolled over, to check her phone, charging on the nightstand, she read the text he'd sent her just after he left. He was requesting that she'd meet him at the hospital later on today so they could be there when Abel officially gets out of his incubator.

Lena sat on the edge of the bed and read the text over and over again. She had contemplated not going. This was definitely going to be hard for her since her emotions were all over the place, and she knew that Abel shouldn't be exposed to that. It wasn't fair to him. But she just decided to fight against it. She needed to. Abel didn't deserve her abandonment. That also wasn't fair to him. It wasn't that innocent baby's fault that she had lost her own. Going to see him is what she needed.

After getting dressed, Lena had made her way into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. As she rummaged through the mess of the cabinets for sugar, something immediately caught her attention. Her brows furrowed, as her fingers brushed against the smooth surface. She wrapped her hand around the thin neck, pulled it out of the cabinet, and finally into her line of vision. Swallowing thickly, she stared at the clear, swishing liquid in the glass bottle, while it stared tauntingly back at her.

Lena figured this must have been left behind from Wendy's secret stash that had been overlooked. She immediately thought about just shoving the bottle right back behind the other crap in the cabinet she got it from and not even think about it. But the ache in her chest caused her to realize how much it was calling out to her to numb her pain.

Without any further thought, Lena dumped her coffee and cup into the sink and grabbed a clean glass from the dishrack instead. Pouring herself a generous amount, she didn't hesitate to swallow the entire thing, feeling the immediate burn as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. When the burning stopped, she went to pour herself another glass full, but was disappointed to find the bottle now empty.

Feeling the ache in chest growing and the guilt resonating in the pit of her stomach, Lena released a deep, mournful sigh. She then tossed the bottle and the glass into the sink, causing them both to nearly shatter. With a shaky hand, she ran it across her sleek ponytail in frustration.

What the hell was going on with me? Lena thought to herself.

After a few moments of trying to catch her bearings, Lena had calmed herself down as much as possible, before grabbing her things and heading out of the house.

Lena pulled her Mustang into the empty visitor's spot in the parking lot at St Thomas. She immediately turned the engine off and made a quick check of herself in the mirror, trying to make herself look as decent as possible. She quickly dabbed some extra concealer under her eyes to cover the dark circles and then made a few swipes of gloss across her full, plump lips. Shoving the items back into her purse, which had been sitting open in the passenger's seat, her eyes landed on something that was lying inside the bag, mocking her. She hesitated, before reaching over and yanking the small, clear object from its confinements.

Lena swallowed the lump in the back of her throat, looking down at the bottle currently in her hands. She hated herself for even having this in her possession, but it was like she wasn't in control of herself when she made a quick stop at the liquor store to pick up the one thing that was starting to help her mask the pain currently clenching in her gut.

Quickly unscrewing the cap, Lena placed the tip of the bottle to her and tipped the bottle back, taking a few desperate swallows. This time she barely even flinched as the clear liquid burned the back of her throat. Once she was satisfied, she twisted the cap back on and shoved the bottle back into her purse.

Lena nearly stumbled out of her car, her equilibrium already a bit compromised. She instantly pulled herself together, wiping the invisible dust from her jeans and resituated the strap of her purse on her shoulder, before making her way into the hospital. She immediately headed toward the NICU, a place that was all too familiar to her now.

Lena had just made it to Abel's room, peeking through the window. She expected to either see Jax or Gemma already inside with the infant, but her heart dropped at the sight before her. Her stomach twisted in knots, and she began to feel bile rising up her throat as she watched Jax's ex happily cradling Abel in her arms.

But this ex wasn't Tara.

"Wendy," Lena choked.

The last time Lena had seen Wendy, she was lying unconscious on Jax's kitchen floor. Wendy was drugged up and strung out. Now, this Wendy looked like a completely different person. She looked happy and healthy and ready to be a mother to Abel.

"Yeah, I was surprised to see her too."

A voice came up behind Lena, startling her. When she turned around, she found Tara, dressed in her white lab coat, approaching her cautiously. It had been less than 24 hours since Lena kicked the good doctor out of the clubhouse, so the tension was still thick between the women. Lena certainly didn't have the time to deal with this ex of her Old Man, but she knew she couldn't have Tara physically removed from here as this was Tara's territory.

Lena rolled eyes, muttering to herself. "Jesus Christ, it's a goddamn trifecta." She then turned back to peer at Wendy, who excitedly bounced Abel in her arms. The jealousy was starting to course through her system. "I thought I told you to stay away from me?"

The good doctor let out a deep sigh, having the actual nerve to come and stand next to Lena at the window. "This is a hospital, Lena. I'm actually employed to be here. And despite what you want, I'm still Abel's doctor." She told her, but kept her attention on Wendy herself.

Lena swallowed thickly, folding her arms across her chest. She was starting to get the itch for that bottle in her purse. She hated this. She really fucking hated this.

Things went quiet between the two women, before Tara cleared her throat, breaking their silence. "Look, maybe you and I should talk about the things you said to me yesterday. I kind of just want to clear the air."

Lena scoffed in irritation, whipping around to face Tara. "No, we don't actually. The air is completely clear with us. I meant everything that I said to you, Tara. I'm done here."

Tara eyed Lena warily, her eyes narrowing directly on Jax's Old Lady. "Have you been drinking this morning?"

Lena let out a small, frustrated groan. She knew she should have just walked away and waited for Jax, but she let herself be baited by Tara. "And why exactly would you say that?"

Tara took another half step toward Lena, holding her clipboard closer to her body. "Well, your speech is a bit slurred. Your eyes are glassy. Pupils dilated. And you smell like a brewery."

Lena pursed her lips together, really not wanting to hear anymore of what Tara was trying to accuse her of. Yes, she had a little bit to drink, but she was a fucking adult going through a lot right now. If she wanted to take the edge off, who was Tara to tell her otherwise. She didn't have to answer to anyone. Especially not Tara. "Look, what I do or don't do is none of your fucking business, alright?"

Tara stood a step back in surprise at Lena's anger. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised, but it still caught her off guard. "Oh, I beg to differ, Lena. You're in a hospital, surrounded by small, sick children. It is my job and my business to make sure that nothing happens to them. Maybe you should sober up, before I let you in there to see Abel."

"Let me?" Lena exclaimed at whatever audacity Tara had just thrown at her. "Oh, honey, you don't run anything around here. Especially not with me. If I want to see Abel, I have every right to. I've been here almost every fucking day since he was born. I am just as much his parent as Jax or Wendy."

Tara shook her head dismissively, walking back up to Lena. "Look, I know that losing your baby was hard on you, but maybe you need to think about things –slow down, before you really hurt yourself, Abel, or even Jax."

Lena went to open her mouth, but was cut off by Jax now approaching them. "Hey, what's going on?" He questioned, flitting his blue eyes between his ex-girlfriend and his Old Lady, sensing the tension coming from them.

The few members of SAMCRO that had arrived along with their VP, followed right behind him. They had stopped shortly when they noticed the two women standing at odds with each other in front of Abel's hospital room. They knew that it wasn't their place to interfere and to just let Jax handle it himself.

Before Lena could tell Jax that everything was fine, Tara, inconveniently, was the first to speak. "Maybe you should ask your girlfriend how much she's had to drink today." She sneered, turning on her heels and walked away, pretending to ignore Bobby, Chibs, and Happy on her way down the hall.

Jax watched Tara disappear, before looking down at Lena, who looked beyond irritated. "The hell is she talking about?"

Lena folded her arms back across her chest, looking down at her shuffling feet. "She's just being a paranoid bitch, Jax. I'm fine."

"Hey," Jax reached out to grab her face in his hands, and she finally looked up at him, "have you been drinking today, Lee?"

Lena threw a humorless laugh Jax's way and pulled back from his grip. Of course he would believe Tara over her. "You know what? I think I'm gonna take off. I know when I'm not needed."

As Lena turned to walk away from her Old Man, he immediately stopped her by gently grabbing her elbow and gently pulling her back toward him. "Lee, you gotta tell me what's going on here. I'm really worried about you."

Lena sighed heavily, turning back to fully face Jax and feeling the tears burning the back of her eyes. "Maybe I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. I just lost your baby, Jax. In which, I'm starting to get the feeling that you don't really give a rat's ass about. Your exes just keep popping up like mole rats, and I'm unsure of how I should be feeling. So, I'm just not even going to bother anymore. I'm gonna let you and Wendy have the time you deserve with your son. I...I just need some space." She told him, and this time she was able to turn to walk away, while ignoring the fact that he was calling out to her.

The moment Lena hit the front steps of the hospital, her heart beat angrily in her chest, and she felt the overwhelming urge to retrieve that bottle from her purse. She immediately thought better of it when she was approached by yet another unwelcomed face.

"And this day just got worse." Lena muttered to herself, before looking over at that unwelcomed face. "Is this what you ATF freaks do in your spare time? Lurk outside of hospitals?"

Federal Agent June Stahl chuckled sarcastically, striding her way up to the stairs, her FBI badge gleaming underneath the California sun, against her thin hip. "I guess you are referring to my former colleague, Agent Josh Kohn." The Agent stood intimidatingly in front of Lena. "Which, by the way, he never made it back to Chicago. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that now would you?"

Lena knew this woman had been in town long before Tara's little friend, Kohn, had shown his face, as the skinny bitch had been going around harassing other Old Ladies . Lena knew it was a matter of time before she was next. Agent Stahl was one of the many unsuccessful feds to come and leave with nothing on SAMCRO. But this time, Lena knew this heffa was back and more determined than ever to take Clay and Jax down.

Lena raised a perfectly arched brow, knowing that if Kohn was forced to leave town, but never made it, Jax definitely had something to do with it. Her Old Man was also determined to make the ATF piece of shit pay for what he did to them. But of course, Lena wasn't going to let Stahl know of her suspicions. She wasn't a rat.

"No," Lena shook her head, "but if anything did happen to that creep, I doubt anyone would miss him. So, good fucking riddance." She stated, trying to walk away.

Agent Stahl immediately stopped Lena, grabbing onto her upper arm. "No need to go anywhere, Miss Daniels. I think you and I should have a little chat."

Lena looked down at Agent Stahl's grip on her arm, similar to when Kohn grabbed her. She quickly snatched herself out of Stahl's hold. "Well, that sucks for you, Agent, because I'm not really in a chatty mood today. Especially with you."

Agent Stahl, again, stood in front of Lena, glaring at her. "Oh, you thought that was an option? I don't think so, sweetheart. You're gonna come down to the station with me, and you and I are gonna have ourselves a nice, long talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you." Lena spat bitterly. "Now, unless you have a warrant, I need to be on my way."

As Lena sidestepped Stahl, she hadn't realized the ATF Agent had spied something suspiciously hanging out of her purse.

"Uh, Miss Daniels," Stahl called out to Lena, causing the young woman to turn around, annoyed, "what's this?" She teasingly tipped over the half drank bottle of vodka that was supposed to have been at the bottom of Lena's bag. "An open container, in what I'm assuming will be in your car. That's kind of illegal. Maybe I should test your blood alcohol level and arrest you with the intent to drive under the influence."

Lena swallowed the lump at the back of her throat, clutching her purse closer to her body. She was fucking screwed. "What do you want from me?"

Agent Stahl smirked at getting her way once again. "A moment of your time. And this," she eyed the bottle again, "this goes away. The decision is yours."

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A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Chapter 8: Apologies Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

It all happened so fast, first Papa Terzo was on stage singing his heart out to the siblings and party goers and next, he was dragged off stage everyone was confused even the ghouls and ghoulettes, that was when Papa Nihil came out, and introduced himself, that was the night everyone had found out that Terzo was no longer Papa. It angered you to no end how could they do that to him!?, yeah Terzo wasn't the best guy and could be a downright dick and creep but to publicly humiliate him like that?.

Nihil watched his youngest son from the window above, Terzo had sought refuge in his brothers. With his elbows resting on both knees his face in his palms shoulders shaking, his Prime Mover on her knees in front of him consoling her dethroned Papa. "Sister- I hope you honestly know what you are doing." Nihil may not have been the best father but he did care for his boys seeing Terzo hurt like this... hurt his very soul.

"Yes Papa believe me I know what I'm doing, it -- it had to be done the fame unfortunately got to Terzo's head and the poor boy lost his way, lost the message we are to send out there of our Dark Lord." Lies, all were lies that slipped past that woman's lips, Imperator wore the mask of sorrow yet inside she was celebrating that her plan was being perfectly executed.

"Let everyone in the Ministry take a week off all of the siblings I'm sure must come to terms and accept what happened last night. "Of course Papa, I will make the announcement shortly."

Terzo held his head in his hands going over every concert, every step, every word, every moment what had he done wrong?, Did he not praise Lucifer enough? did he not invoke the sins of Lust and gluttony enough? Even Primo and Secondo were confused plus to make matters worse- it happened in front of his love and you, literally he had made sure you and his Prime Mover were in the front row and of course the rat. Terzo looked down at his Mover his hand creasing her cheek. "Please don't cry cara mia." Sniffling she laid her head back on his lap whispering apologies on behalf of the Clergy. "This is very strange," Primo muttered, Gemma was beside him her arm linked with his, her belly showing even more now. "Maybe.. because I did not produce an heir?." Sister Shelly looked up at her Papa fearing that it was her fault. "No- no no no darling no." Terzo cupped her face. "The only reason we did not produce an heir is simply because I was too busy trying to impress them, the followers and the fans."

That is when you came jogging up sympathy written all over your face. Your sudden appearance made Secondo stand a bit straighter, this was the first time he'd seen you since you were snatched away from him, and what a sight you were. The second oldest Emeritus had almost forgotten the curve of your hips, the swell of your ass and tits, how perfectly they were squeezed into your habit but most of all those lips and eyes. Lips he'd give anything to feel brush against his own again and wrap around his cock, to see the look of admiration, lust, and maybe even a little hint of love in those eyes when you both reached your bliss. His brother's woes were forgotten for a moment as his hetero chromatic eyes looked you up and down Primo caught his little brother's gaze and elbowed the man. "Stronzo," Secondo whispered under his breath his attention finally coming back to his brother when Sister Shelly cleared her throat.

"Brothers, Sister I'm going to take mi amore back to our room to relax keep yourselves out of trouble until we can get to the bottom of this." The Sister spoke as she rose from the ground, Terzo looking up at her with teary thankful eyes. "Grazie amore," he muttered getting up when his Mover gave his arm a little tug a soft kiss shared between them. "Ti amo così tanto tesoro." Shelly purred to her wounded man walking him away. You watched the two as they headed off, you did feel bad for Terzo being yanked off the stage like that it wasn't until now that you realized that left you with Primo, Gemma, and - your attention turned to Secondo who wouldn't hide the fact he was looking at you, studying you the intense look made your cheeks warm up. "Come the both of you can help us." Primo waved his hand between the two of you. Both you and Secondo opened your mouth but closed it Primo was Secondo's older brother and you were Sister Gemma's helper. Returning to Primo and Gemma's home, both brothers slipped their Papal robes off, hanging them up, wearing black dress shirts, pants, belts, and shoes under them the two almost matching if it wasn't for Secondo's gloves and watch. Freezing in your place you watched as Secondo rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, having not been with him for the last couple of weeks you noticed a few little things, a few little things that had a big impact on you mostly between your legs. You noticed the veins that laced up his arm, the top of his forearm slightly darker than the bottom, and the thin layer of hair that covered his arm. You could recall those nights when those arms were around you, holding you down that gloved hand around your throat the Emeritus looked up catching you looking at him for a split second your gaze being adverted quickly your cheeks burning. Primo and Gemma exchanged looks they knew exactly when they were doing the old ones Prime Mover handed him two dry rigatonis.

"Fratello, could you do me a favor?" Primo asked Secondo walking over to him. "I have this kink in my back could you get it out? like when we were younger?." Secondo eyed his brother arching a brow. "Fratello at your age I will break you in half." Secondo protested but of course, as expected Secondo gave in, turning around Primo made sure you saw the dry noodles go into his mouth, crunching down on them when Secondo picked his older brother up who withered in fake pain Secondo looking as if he was about to shit bricks. "Mi dispiace mi dispiace mi dispiace I told you fratello!." Secondo huffed as Primo made his way to the couch with your help and Gemma's even you had faked looking shocked. "Va bene va bene va bene va bene." Primo rested on the couch with a sigh .

"Fratello could you and our lovely sorella stick around for a little while, until I feel a little bit better, sì?." The older Emeritus asked getting a nod from Secondo. "Perfetto grazie fratello! and sorella, would you two make lunch?." Primo asked as Gemma sat beside her husband on the edge of the couch, his hand moving to rest on his Movers thigh. Before Secondo would say a word you answered for the both of you. "We'll get right on it Papa Primo." Your hand taking hold of Secondo's and dragging him into the kitchen, it must have been a hilarious sight little you tugging that tower of a man into the kitchen. "I can't cook..." Secondo whispered harshly to you sure in his past Primo tried to teach him but he never paid attention always having the siblings do it, you could see the turmoil in his eyes making you giggle your hand gently patting at the man's chest. "Don't worry, I'll help you." Secondo made a face but agreed as long as he could spend time with you. It wasn't long before the kitchen was filled with giggles and hushed chuckles the radio was turned on low to not disturb the love birds in the other room, you've never seen Secondo so relaxed- well when sex wasn't involved. Taking your hand in his own the man swayed you around the kitchen in a little dance that had you giggling up a storm as he twirled you away from himself only to pull you right back bumping right into his chest. He was smiling- sweet Lucifer below he was smiling you stayed like that for a good few minutes just staring and memorizing each other. The song on the radio changed to a much slower one, without taking his eyes off of yours Secondo took your hand in his the other resting on your lower back while your free hand took purchase on the Emeritus's shoulder. body-to-body slow dancing in the kitchen. Secondo leaned in his lips gently pressing against yours moving slowly causing soft smacks before deepening it, your lips moving together slowly.

You melted into each other your lips parting when his tongue poked them for entry you couldn't help the little whimper you gave as the Emeritus tongue searched and reclaimed your mouth as his own. His strong hands moved to your backside lifting you with ease like you weighed nothing, sitting you on the counter the kiss never breaking until you were settled, his skilled mouth traveling from your lips to your neck. He hated that the marks he had decorated your neck constantly were gone and that his scent didn't cling to you anymore. You moaned his name your head falling back as Secondo's lips moved feverishly over your skin maneuvering to the other side of your neck, his paint smearing off onto your skin pulling back the Emeritus looked down at you seeing his paint on you, paint and saliva mixed, a grin coming to his face. "I've missed this, seeing my paint on you, that clouded look in your eyes." You smiled up at him you wanted to be happy that you were there in his arms again but- the recent time away had also allowed you to think about things, about everything after today he would just walk the halls of the Abbey and Ministry like nothing happened or even get a new assistant if things went sour in the office. This was just the last pleasurable rodeo for him you didn't mean anything to him, did you? At least your brain told you so the only reason you had been sleeping with him in the first place was, as he put it 'co-workers with benefits'. You could feel the lump forming in your throat with each kiss Secondo placed on your skin each inch his fingers slid up your habit, your hand placed on his chest giving the man the smallest of pushes to cause him to stop and lean back. "Sorella what -?." "We shouldn't." you cut him off Secondo looking confused. "Why?." You had to think of something quickly not wanting to spill your heart out to your ex-boss. "We're in Primo's kitchen, can't do 'that' here." You forced a believable smile as Secondo seemed to remember that you both were in his older brother's kitchen. "Mi dispiace" Secondo spoke taking a step back and allowing you to slip from the counter the man chuckled making you turn and in your horror, there was a perfect sweat outline of your ass and pussy the mark giving away just how wet this damn man made you, cursing grabbing the cleaner and towel to take care of it your face flushed completely not able to look the Emeritus in the eyes.

Once you both had finished preparing lunch for Primo and Gemma, you checked her vitals writing down her blood pressure and sugar level everything came out perfect. When leaving you turned once more watching as Primo rested his face on his Prime Movers belly again a smile finding its way to yours. You remembered earlier in your work relationship with Secondo how you wished, dreamed that he'd take you as his Prime Mover or pop the question but it never happened your brain reminding you that you were worthless to him, you were just a paper pusher, your smile slowly vanished once the door was closed. Feeling arms snake around you, you turned quickly to face him. "Don't." You spoke cursing that your voice cracked. Secondo's brows furrowed his arms staying around you keeping you close. "Cara, what is wrong?, why do you push away your Papa?." You tried hard you did but even the strongest of walls sometimes crack. Swallowing against the lump in your throat you gently pulled his arms from around yourself stepping back. "Secondo, we... we can't, I can't..." Your voice trailed off Secondo whispered your name his hand moving to take purchase on your cheek however you blocked him from doing so. "Damn it just-." And then it all came out.

"I know I'm nothing more than a good fuck now and then Secondo, that's all I am to you in the beginning I didn't care sex was sex but now... now I.. I..I... I just can't!." You yelled turning and running from the Emeritus who reached out to grab you but missed by a hairline. He didn't move from that spot for a good moment he was shocked, is that what you thought? you thought you didn't mean anything to him? Just how long had you felt that way?

You had run blindly down the halls of the ministry weaving through siblings and Clergy members, your habit caught on your heel sending you falling to the floor a good-sized staircase followed, landing at the bottom you were dazed you swore you could hear voices, saying your name one of them sounding like Terzo before your eyes rolled and darkness took you.

When you came to you found yourself tucked into a plush bed covered with equally plush black and purple blankets. "Where..." Your voice croaked as your vision cleared a wet cloth patting your face, it was Terzo. "Terzo..?" You asked the man was dressed in a purple robe. "Shhh cara mia, you took quite the fall." You noticed three other forms there as well Omega, Alpha, and Divine who plopped in Omega's lap all three having worried looks on their faces.

"What happened?." You asked sitting up Terzo opened his mouth to speak but the ghoulette beat him to it. "We were fucking and you came tumbling down the steps." "Divine!" the two ghouls spoke sternly and Terzo squeaked. "What?!, that's what we were doing don't come at me." The ghoulette huffed wiggling from Omega's arms to stretch out beside you on the bed in a feline-like manner the ghoulettes head coming to rest on your belly your hand settling on the female's head gently petting through her raven locks your lips turning to a smile as the ghoulette began purring, they were like cats and dogs. "But yes." The Emeritus started. "You came tumbling down the steps with tear streaks, what happened little dove?." It threw you for a loop how Terzo could sometimes be so obnoxious but other times like these he was sweeter than sugar. "I'd- rather not talk about it." Before they could question you again your attention turned to the Emeritus sitting by you. "How about you Terzo? how are you holding up?." A pained look came to his face.

"I'm... I'm -." Omega reached over placing a clawed hand on his lover's shoulder giving the Emeritus a reassuring squeeze. "I'm managing principessa." You smiled up at him before looking around the dark room. "Where is this place anyway?." "An old ghoul den that was used back in Primo's time it was abandoned not long after Secondo took over as Papa," Alpha explained "It's the only place we all can be together and not get weird looks," Divine explained her tail wrapping around Alpha's thigh. " Or jealous ones." Omega threw in. "Ahh, so you three and Sister Shelly are poly?." Terzo nodded to you. " First it was I and my Prime Mover then Omega later Alpha came in followed by Divine a few years after." The Ghouls and Ghoulette nodded at their Papa's words.

"Now sorellina, why were you running with tear-stained eyes?." The Emeritus asked. "Was it Secondo? I can smell him on you." Omega piped in. "No no no, everything is fine it was-."... Damn it think!... "Pre-period mood swings." It wasn't too big of a lie considering your flow would start soon, after being the victim of an Emeritus Ghoul and Ghoulette snuggle party you were finally allowed to leave and promising not to tell anyone of their little love nest. You now understood why Terzo always loved to lay with his ghouls and ghoulettes you felt rejuvenated. Maybe you overreacted with Secondo you did go along with most of his movements and even drew him in perhaps it was best to apologize. Lost in your thoughts you didn't see the Cardinal coming your way until you collided with each other both falling to the ground.

"M-Mi dispiace! mi dispiace s-sorella!." Copia stammered grabbing his biretta from the floor the Cardinal quickly moved to help you up uttering apology after apology dusting you off. "It's okay it's okay it's -." You grasped both his gloved hands in yours making him look at you. "It is okay Copia." You offered him a warm smile which he returned, his already warm cheeks only grew warmer as you took his biretta placing it back atop his head. The Cardinal did have such a sweet face and that adorable little mustache that your thumbs smoothed over. Copia fought the urge to part his lips at your touch it was so intoxicating, and your touch only seemed to grow even more intoxicating after the night you two had spent together. "Where are you going in such a hurry anyway?." You asked his hands coming up to rest in front of himself wringing them together. " Eh, oh I was on my way too ah, talk to Sister and Papa Nihil about something with the Ghost Project." "Then I won't keep you I know how Sister is when you keep her waiting." You chuckled. "Ciao Cardinal." "Ciao sorella!."

Finding yourself in front of Secondo's office door you straightened your habit making yourself look presentable, going to knock you jumped as the door opened the Emeritus stood before you a moment of silence before you both spoke in unison. "I need to talk to you." "But not here," Secondo added. "At my place." To which you nodded in agreement. When you walked into his room his scent smacked you like a ton of bricks the same scent that used to cling to your clothes, skin, and hair it still made your core throb. Secondo watched you as you sauntered around the room for him it was the first time that home felt like home again. "Sorella what I wanted to say-." "Wait, wait Secondo may I go first per favore?." "Sì."

"I... I'm sorry for earlier I had a lot on my mind worries, and doubts, and I shouldn't have said any of that or gotten upset with you." "No tesoro, I should be the one apologizing for making you feel that way, I am...ah.., not good at expressing emotion." Secondo took both your hands in his your name whispered past his lips. "You mean more to me than you will ever know...." He looked like he was struggling to find the words his brows furrowed in frustration his mouth opening but closing several times when the words didn't seem to fit. "Cazzo, ti voglio bene!!."

He finally blurted out his grip on your hands tightening his angry gaze on the floor. You were shocked it took a few minutes for you to wrap your head around his words and to find yours, one hand leaving him to tilt his face up to look at you.

"Ti amo." You whispered the space between you being closed pulling him into a soft kiss your lips moved slowly against each other as he hoisted you up so your legs could wrap around his hips the kiss breaking, staring into each other's half-lidded eyes the tips of your noses bumping before slipping into another kiss carrying you to his bedroom.

*Cazzo, ti voglio bene!: For fucks sake, I love you!*

Make-up sex in next chap Ꮚ˃ꈊºᏊ Also fun fact 'Sister Shelly' Was just a place holder name to begin with but now she's stuck wit her man. Tag List: Please comment or message if you want to be tagged for future chapters! @thesoundresoundsecho , @xpapaemeritus

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