danixgrier

[figgiforever]

I'm asking Tiggi about the moment where she and Fi confessed their love! Did they ask each other out? Did they just kiss? Where did it happen!?

Also: How did Kal Skirata and Vau react to their relationship??

[Maybe you already told me! Sorry! I forgot, hehe XD]

Tiggi: That was the craziest evening in my life. Everything happend in Qibbu's Hut on Coruscant. It almost ended with me killing Fi and Kal killing me for that.

I think Fi began to feel jealous when he saw me playing a quetarra and singing with Mereel. And because I instantly befriended Corr and took care of him and used my contacts to help him get better prosthesis... I guess that motivated Fi to just come straight to me in front of everyone and confess his love to me. I said that I'm sorry but I don't feel the same towards him.

That was a lie. It was a torture to see how my answer broke Fi's heart but at that point I wasn't ready to be in another relationship. What happend when I was a teenager... It left too deep scars.

So he went to his room and I left through a window. I sat on the ledge of the buillding wondering how long I would be falling down the Coruscant's canyon if I tied my wings. After a while Fi joined me there. As I learned later Etain and Darman motivated him to try again. This attempt didn't last long because Kal got mad at Fi for risking his life like this and told him to come back inside. While coming back Fi fell down.

It all happend so fast I don't remember the moment I jumped after him. He was too heavy for me to lift him up but I managed to slow down his fall and drag him to the window on lower level of Qibbu's Hut. My wings hurt a lot but at least he was safe.

We were sitting on the floor heavy breathing when he asked: ,,Why did you save me? I thought you don't love me..." ,,Of course I love you, you di'kut!" I answered and explained why I can't be with him. I thought he will still try to make me change my mind but he didn't. He thought over my words and said that he understands. That he wants to beat the osik out of the guy that hurt me. And that we can still be friends if I want. And that he will wait until, maybe, oneday I'll feel ready. And he smiled but so so sadly. And he started leaving. Something broke inside me. I didn't want him to leave. And guess what? I changed my mind. I decided to give him a chance. Fi probably should say that he doesn't want me anymore after all of this but he just exploded with happiness. He grabbed me in his arms and started spinning around.

The moment was ruined by Ordo and furious Kal finally finding us. Skirata yelled at both of us for what we did but for some reason let me be Fi's girlfriend. But he gave me the Second Big Talk with bonus about what will happen to me if I ever dare to hurt Fi.

So yeah... That's how it was. As for Vau reaction, he just said with raised eyebrow: ,,Kids nowadays have really strange ways to confess love".

[factorydefaultlu]

Jealous Type

How the TBOSAS characters act when jealous.

AN: this was an ask, and I put it in drafts and then I couldn't edit it and then tumblr had the audacity to delete it so.. If you requested this I'm sorry. Also if there's typos... No there's not. You didn't see them

Coriolanus Snow

He's the possessive jealous type, only he can talk to you, or touch you, or even look at you.

He says he's not jealous, and is even fully convinced that his behavior is normal.

Coryo hates when other people get close to you, especially other men. He's so convinced that you'll be swept away by someone else.

He gets pouty, though he'll never admit it. His insecurities are very obvious, and it will take a lot to him to calm down.

Coryo may even start trying to isolate you, drive everyone away or manipulate you into abandoning your friends and family.

You're his whether you like it or not.

Sejanus Plinth

He's the guilty jealous type. He feels so bad for the way he thinks when he sees someone getting too close to you.

Sej scolds himself for even thinking about driving your friends away, he hates the idea of sharing you but hates the idea of you being upset even more.

He will get very clingy and touchy when he's jealous, subtly showing to everyone that you're his and he's yours.

A little extra attention will satiate him though, just as long as he has the confirmation that you still love him and want to be around him, then he's content.

Lucy Gray Baird

It's actually pretty difficult to make her jealous, if someone is obviously flirting with you then she's gonna get a little miffed at them.

She will make her presence known, and make sure that the person knows you're hers.

Lucy gets a bit possessive, but she constantly reminds herself that you're your own person and don't need her watching over you like a mother hen

Otherwise Lucy Gray is pretty easy going.

Tigris Snow

She tries not to be jealous, she really does. Her brain unfortunately doesn't leave her alone when she sees you laughing at other people's flirtatious jokes.

She quite easily steals you away though, and hides her jealousy well. Tiggy wants all your attention, and she knows it's selfish but she can't help it.

Tigris feels guilty when she gets mad at other people for just interacting with you, and definitely talks herself down from ruining your fun just because someone made a pass at you during a conversation.

[sweetheartturtle2007]

Hihi!! I'm back again, I was wondering if you could do cg hc for Chris and Martin from Wild kratts? Agere maybe a little petre? (White tiger) Also, a tiny thing I imagine is that we would play in tiger creature power suits! And go on adventure in the tiger creature power suits!!

I've recently restarted watching wild Kratts soon you're in perfect timing! 🐾👬

They're both big brother caregivers, nobody can tell me otherwise.

They love to take you out on adventures with them, although aviva has to keep an eye out for them because of all the trouble they get themselves into.

Of course that doesn't mean that they're not responsible, you're always holding hands with Chris or martin when you're out.

They gave you a little notebook that you always bring on your adventures so that way you can write down everything you learn from animals.

Talking about books, they have gifted you lots of books about different animals from the ocean, forest, dessert, etc.

They both always carry a backpack where they have all the stuff they need for missions and they have another one where they keep all your stuff(bottles,blankies,snacks,books,toys,etc)

Chris loves to play with you, play pretend is one of his favorites but he also loves to play with your animal plushies and toys, he takes you out to play in the sun and go on search of new animals.

Whenever you and Chris come back from playing, you're both covered in dirt or mud, completely desalinated and tired from all the running and jumping you both do whenever you play.

Martin likes playing with you like that as well but he prefers to play and teach you at the same time. He gets you lots of activity books and enciclopedias. You both are always sitting at the table doing activity books, reading stories or coloring, all of that while having some delicious juice 🧃 and snacks (mostly cookies)

In the morning, one of the two Kratts is always holding your sleepy self in his arms while the other is cooking breakfast.

When aviva gave you your first power suit, they were both tearing up cause, THEY'RE SO PROUD OF YOU.

They loved when you turned into a white tiger, they immediately did the same as well and you 3 played for hours that day.

You'll be learning a lot about white tigers 🐯

The Kratts will prepare a little corner for you to play with your power suit. It's filled with toys and plushies.

Chris like to play chase with you while you're on your power suit, you'll chase him around turtle and tackle him to the ground and tickle him.

"HAHAHA m-martin h-help ! A w-white ahahaha t-tigers attacking me hahaha" he couldn't talk because of your tickling, you just kept laughing as you played with him. You do the same with Martin and the rest of the gang.

They're keeping you away from Zach of course, not only is he a bad guy, he has tried kidnapping you once.

I like to headcanon that martin and Chris can sing really well, soooo there are lots of Lullabies when you go to sleep.

Martin is kind of strict when it comes to your sleep schedule. "Look at the time lil fangs, time for bed, no no no don't give me that face, you're going to sleep." He's not mean, he just wants you to have a goodnight sleep :(

Chris sometimes lets you off, "what's so bad about missing some hours of sleep?" Yeah...he had to deal with your grumpy sleepy self the next morning and also get scolded by martin.

I also headcanon that they both like to eat healthy, so they prepare tasty and healthy meals for you.

Nicknames: martin: lil one, tiger, lil fangs Chris: squirt,lil adventurer, tiggy(tiger)

10/10 they're the best brother caregivers you could get.

Hope you liked this, sorry it took so long. Ive been kinda busy.

Here you go 🐯🙏💓

[ladyeckland28]

Shadows Of Charming

A fan fiction by Ecky

Starring @samcrosfaith

**Disclaimer:**

This fan fiction story is a creative work set in the Sons of Anarchy universe, inspired by the original series created by Kurt Sutter. It contains mature content, including violence and strong language, in line with the tone of the show. Please enjoy this fan tribute for entertainment purposes only. Thank you for being part of this fan fiction journey in the world of Sons of Anarchy.

Part 1: Arrival

The night cloaked Charming in a veil of secrecy as Sam Crois Faith stepped off the Greyhound bus. Her combat boots hit the cracked pavement with a soft thud, the sound barely audible over the idling engine. She tugged her black leather jacket tighter around her slender frame, her piercing blue eyes scanning the deserted bus station.

Sam's heart raced, her breath shallow. Every shadow seemed to hide a threat, every rustle of leaves a potential pursuer. She knew Damien wouldn't give up easily. The thought of his rage, his possessive fury, sent a chill down her spine.

"You okay there, miss?" The bus driver's gruff voice startled her.

Sam forced a smile, tucking a strand of jet-black hair behind her ear. "Yeah, thanks. Just... taking it all in."

The driver nodded, unconvinced. "Well, be careful. Charming ain't always as nice as its name suggests."

As the bus pulled away, leaving Sam alone in the pool of dim streetlight, she muttered, "Nowhere is."

With her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, Sam set off into the unknown streets of Charming. The town slumbered, unaware of the storm she brought with her. Shop windows reflected her pale face and dark attire, a gothic apparition gliding through the night.

Sam had no destination in mind, just an desperate need to disappear. Each step took her further from Damien, but the invisible tether of fear still bound her. She walked for what felt like hours, the weight of her past growing heavier with each block.

As dawn began to bleed into the sky, Sam found herself in front of a garage. The sign read "Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair." A row of gleaming motorcycles caught her eye, their chrome accents reflecting the first rays of sunlight.

"You lost, darlin'?"

Sam whirled around, her hand instinctively reaching for the switchblade in her pocket. A man with wild, curly hair and piercing blue eyes regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. His kutte bore patches she didn't recognize, but the words "Sons of Anarchy" were clear.

"I... I'm new in town," Sam stammered, forcing her hand away from the concealed weapon. "Just walking."

The man's lips curled into a grin that was equal parts charm and menace. "Hell of a long walk. Sun's barely up." He extended a hand. "Name's Tig. And you are?"

Sam hesitated before shaking his hand. "Sam."

Tig's eyebrows rose. "Sam? That short for Samantha?"

"No," she replied curtly. "Just Sam."

Before Tig could respond, the rumble of motorcycles filled the air. Three bikes pulled into the lot, their riders eyeing Sam with obvious suspicion.

"Making new friends, Tiggy?" A blonde man with a neatly trimmed beard dismounted, his eyes never leaving Sam.

"Just being neighborly, Jax," Tig replied, his grin widening. "This here's Sam. Says she's new in town."

Jax approached, his swagger confident but cautious. "That right? What brings you to Charming, Sam?"

Sam's mind raced. She couldn't tell the truth, but lies had never come easily to her. "I... I'm just passing through. Looking for work, maybe."

A older man with scars on his cheeks stepped forward, his Scottish accent thick. "Aye, and what kind of work would that be? Don't recall many job openings for gothic princesses 'round here."

Sam bristled at the comment. "I can do anything. Mechanic, bartender, whatever pays."

Jax exchanged glances with his companions before turning back to Sam. "Why don't you come inside? We can talk about it over coffee."

It wasn't a request. Sam knew she was trapped, at least for the moment. She nodded, following Jax and the others into the garage's office.

The space was cluttered but organized, with a distinct masculine energy. Sam perched on the edge of a worn couch, hyper-aware of the exit points and potential weapons.

"So, Sam," Jax began, leaning against a desk. "Where you from?"

"Around," Sam replied vaguely.

The Scottish man snorted. "Aye, that's specific."

"Chibs," Jax said, a warning in his tone. He turned back to Sam. "Look, we don't mean to interrogate you. But Charming's a small town, and we like to know who's coming and going. Especially when they show up at our doorstep at dawn."

Sam's fingers twitched, itching for a cigarette. "I told you, I'm just looking for work. Is that a crime?"

"Depends on the kind of work," a new voice interjected. A woman entered the office, her presence instantly commanding attention. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, fixed on Sam. "You running from something, sweetheart?"

Sam's breath caught in her throat. This woman saw too much, knew too much with just a glance. "Aren't we all?" Sam countered, trying to keep her voice steady.

The woman's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I'm Gemma. Jax's mother." She looked at her son. "Clay's looking for you. Club business."

Jax nodded, then addressed Sam. "Stay put. We're not done talking."

As the men filed out, Gemma took a seat across from Sam. The two women studied each other in tense silence.

"You're in trouble," Gemma finally said. It wasn't a question.

Sam's defenses crumbled under Gemma's penetrating gaze. "You have no idea."

Gemma leaned forward. "Try me, sweetheart. I've seen it all."

For a moment, Sam considered spilling everything. The words danced on the tip of her tongue – Damien, the drugs, the beatings, the desperate escape. But years of caution held her back.

"I can't," Sam whispered. "It's not safe. For anyone."

Gemma's expression softened, just slightly. "Honey, nothing in this life is safe. But sometimes, the right danger can keep you alive."

Before Sam could respond, the office door burst open. Jax stormed in, his face a mask of barely contained rage.

"We've got a problem," he announced. "Seems our new friend here brought some baggage with her. There's a guy tearing up Main Street, flashing your picture." He fixed Sam with a hard stare. "Want to tell us what the hell is going on?"

Sam's world tilted. Damien had found her. The fragile illusion of escape shattered, leaving only cold, familiar dread.

"I have to go," she gasped, bolting for the door.

But Tig blocked her path, his earlier friendliness replaced by steely resolve. "Not so fast, doll. You've got some explaining to do."

Trapped between Damien's approaching storm and the Sons' suspicion, Sam realized she had run out of options. The shadows of Charming had ensnared her, and there was nowhere left to hide.

****

Part 2: Revelations

Sam's eyes darted frantically between the Sons, searching for an escape route that didn't exist. Her chest tightened, breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.

"Hey, hey," Jax said, his tone softening as he noticed her distress. "Take it easy. We're not gonna hurt you, but we need answers. Now."

Gemma stood, placing a steadying hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sit down, sweetheart. Deep breaths."

As Sam sank back onto the couch, Chibs peered out the window. "Shite. We've got company, Jackie boy. Mean-looking bastard in a suit, asking questions at the gas station across the street."

Jax's jaw clenched. "Tig, take Juice and run interference. Keep him busy, but don't engage. I want to hear Sam's story first."

As Tig nodded and left, Jax pulled up a chair directly in front of Sam. His blue eyes, so like her own, held a mixture of concern and wariness. "Start talking."

Sam took a shaky breath. "His name is Damien Cross. He's... he was my boyfriend."

"The guy out there?" Jax pressed.

Sam nodded. "He's dangerous. More than you know. I had to get away."

Chibs scoffed. "Aye, we gathered that much, lass. What we need to know is how dangerous, and to whom?"

"To everyone," Sam whispered. She looked up, meeting Jax's gaze. "Damien isn't just some abusive ex. He's a drug lord, with connections spreading from here to Mexico and even Colombia."

The tension in the room ratcheted up several notches. Jax and Chibs exchanged loaded glances.

"Jesus Christ," Gemma muttered. "You sure know how to pick 'em, don't you?"

Sam's eyes flashed. "I didn't choose this. I was a stupid kid who thought she was in love. By the time I realized what Damien really was, it was too late."

"How deep are you in this?" Jax asked, leaning forward.

"Deep enough to know too much," Sam replied. "Names, routes, contacts. Damien liked to brag when he was high. Said it turned him on that I knew how powerful he was."

Jax stood abruptly, pacing the small office. "Shit. This is bigger than we thought."

The door burst open, and a young man with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on his scalp rushed in. "Jax, we've got a problem. That guy? He's not alone. There's at least four more, armed, circling the block."

"Thanks, Juice," Jax said, his mind racing. "Get everyone inside. Now."

As Juice left, Jax turned back to Sam. "How many men does Damien usually travel with?"

"At least a dozen," Sam said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ex-military, mostly. Loyal to a fault."

"Christ," Chibs muttered. "We're outnumbered and outgunned."

Jax's phone buzzed. He glanced at it, his expression darkening. "Clay wants us in church. Now." He pointed at Sam. "You're coming with us. Gemma, keep an eye on things out here."

Gemma nodded, her face a mask of grim determination. "Be careful, baby."

Jax led Sam through the garage and into a back room. A large wooden table dominated the space, carved with a reaper logo. Men in kuttes similar to Jax's filled the chairs around it, their faces a mix of curiosity and hostility.

An older man with graying hair and scarred hands sat at the head of the table. His piercing gaze locked onto Sam. "This the girl?"

"Yeah," Jax replied, guiding Sam to stand at the foot of the table. "Clay, we've got a situation."

Over the next few minutes, Jax laid out what they'd learned about Damien and his operation. The room grew increasingly tense as the full scope of the threat became clear.

Clay's eyes never left Sam. "And how do we know she's not working with this Damien? Could be a setup."

Sam's temper flared. "If I was working with him, why would I tell you about his operation? I'm trying to get away from him, not lure you in!"

"Watch your tone, little girl," Clay growled. "You brought this shitstorm to our doorstep. Far as I'm concerned, that makes you a threat."

"Clay," Jax interjected, his voice tight. "She's scared and alone. We need to focus on the real problem here."

A large man with a wild beard spoke up. "Jax is right. If this Damien's got the connections Sam says he does, we could be looking at a full-scale war. Mayans, Niners, everyone's gonna want a piece of this action."

"Opie's got a point," Chibs added. "We need to tread carefully here."

Clay leaned back, his eyes narrowing. "Alright. Jax, take Tig and Chibs. Go talk to this Damien character. See what he wants."

"And Sam?" Jax asked.

Clay's lip curled. "She stays here. Insurance."

As the meeting broke up, Sam grabbed Jax's arm. "Please, don't hand me over to him. He'll kill me."

Jax's expression softened. "We're not gonna let that happen. Just sit tight, okay?"

As Jax left with Tig and Chibs, the remaining Sons eyed Sam warily. She hugged herself, feeling more alone than ever.

Outside, Jax approached the sleek black SUV parked across from Teller-Morrow. A tall man in an expensive suit leaned against it, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Damien Cross, I presume?" Jax called out.

The man's dark eyes glittered. "And you must be the local muscle. Jackson Teller, right? I've heard interesting things about you and your little club."

Jax's stomach churned. This man radiated danger in a way few others did. "Seems like you've done your homework. Want to tell me why you're tearing up my town?"

Damien's smile widened. "Come now, Mr. Teller. We both know why I'm here. Where is she?"

"Who?" Jax asked, feigning ignorance.

Damien chuckled, the sound devoid of any real mirth. "Please. Don't insult my intelligence. Samantha is mine. She belongs with me. I've come to take her home."

Tig stepped forward, his hand twitching near his gun. "Listen, asshole. I don't know who you think you are, but—"

In a flash, Damien had a pistol trained on Tig's forehead. "I'm the man who can have this entire town turned into a war zone with one phone call. So please, choose your next words carefully."

Jax raised his hands placatingly. "Easy. We're just talking here."

Damien lowered the gun but didn't holster it. "Indeed we are. So let's talk business, Mr. Teller. I know your club has certain... entrepreneurial interests. I'm willing to offer you a mutually beneficial arrangement. All I ask in return is Samantha."

"And if we don't have her?" Jax asked.

Damien's eyes hardened. "Then things will become very unpleasant for Charming. You see, I have friends in low places. The cartels owe me favors. It would be a shame if they decided to move their operations into this quaint little town."

The threat hung in the air, heavy and ominous. Jax's mind raced, weighing their options.

"Give me 24 hours," Jax finally said. "If she's here, I'll convince her to meet with you. Peacefully."

Damien studied Jax for a long moment before nodding. "24 hours. Not a minute more." He got into his SUV. "Oh, and Mr. Teller? Don't try to run. There's nowhere she can go that I won't find her."

As the SUV pulled away, Chibs turned to Jax. "What's the play here, Jackie boy?"

Jax ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know yet. But we need to find out more about this guy. Juice!"

The young intelligence officer jogged over. "Yeah, boss?"

"I need everything you can find on Damien Cross. Dig deep. I want to know every skeleton in his closet."

Back inside, Sam paced the small office like a caged animal. Gemma watched her with a mixture of sympathy and suspicion.

"You weren't entirely truthful before, were you?" Gemma asked.

Sam stopped pacing. "What do you mean?"

Gemma leaned forward. "You said you were just some stupid kid who fell for the wrong guy. But there's more to it than that, isn't there?"

Sam's shoulders slumped. "How did you know?"

"Honey, I've been around long enough to spot a girl running from her past. And you? You're running from more than just a bad relationship."

Tears welled up in Sam's eyes. "I didn't have a choice. My parents died when I was 16. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Damien... he seemed so kind at first. Offered me a home, a family."

Gemma's expression softened. "And by the time you realized what he really wanted, you were in too deep."

Sam nodded, wiping away a tear. "He made me help him. Said it was the price for his protection. I... I've done things, Gemma. Terrible things."

Before Gemma could respond, the office door opened. Jax entered, his face grim.

"We've got a problem," he announced. "Damien's given us 24 hours to hand you over, or he's bringing a cartel war to Charming."

Sam's face paled. "Oh God. I never should have come here. I've put you all in danger."

Jax shook his head. "This isn't on you. But we need to figure out our next move, fast."

A knock at the door interrupted them. Juice entered, his laptop tucked under his arm. "Jax, you're gonna want to see this."

They gathered around as Juice opened his computer. "I did some digging on Damien Cross. This guy's no joke. He's got ties to the Galindo Cartel, the Russian mob, even some rogue CIA operatives."

"Jesus Christ," Jax muttered.

"That's not all," Juice continued. "I found some chatter on the dark web. Seems Damien's been making moves lately, consolidating power. Word is, he's planning something big. Like, 'reshape the entire West Coast drug trade' big."

Sam's eyes widened. "The Avalon Project," she whispered.

All eyes turned to her. "What's that?" Jax demanded.

"It's... it's Damien's master plan," Sam explained, her voice shaking. "He wants to create a new pipeline, one that bypasses the traditional cartels. He's been working on it for years, calling in favors, making alliances."

"And you know the details of this plan?" Clay asked, having entered silently during Juice's explanation.

Sam nodded. "Some of it. Enough to destroy everything he's worked for."

A tense silence fell over the room. Finally, Clay spoke. "Alright. Here's what we're gonna do. Jax, you and Opie reach out to Alvarez. See if the Mayans have heard anything about this Avalon Project. Chibs, touch base with the Irish. If Damien's making moves this big, they might have some intel."

"What about me?" Sam asked quietly.

Clay fixed her with a hard stare. "You're gonna tell us everything you know about Damien's operation. Every safe house, every contact, every dirty little secret. If we're going to war, we need all the ammunition we can get."

As the Sons dispersed to carry out their tasks, Jax pulled Sam aside. "Hey. You okay?"

Sam let out a shaky breath. "No. Not really. Jax, I... I'm sorry for bringing this to your doorstep. I never meant for any of this to happen."

Jax's expression softened. "I know. But you're not alone anymore, Sam. We're gonna figure this out."

For the first time since arriving in Charming, Sam felt a glimmer of hope. But as she looked into Jax's eyes, she saw something that both thrilled and terrified her – a fierce protectiveness that mirrored Damien's in the early days.

"Be careful, Jax," she whispered. "Damien has a way of twisting people, of making them do things they never thought they were capable of."

Jax squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "I can handle myself. You just focus on staying safe and remembering everything you can about Damien's operation. We're gonna need every edge we can get."

As Jax left to meet with the Mayans, Sam couldn't shake the feeling that she had set something in motion that would change Charming forever. The shadows were deepening, and she feared that by the time this was over, they might consume them all.

Outside, Damien Cross sat in his SUV, a phone pressed to his ear. "Yes, everything is proceeding as planned. The Sons took the bait, just as we anticipated." He paused, listening. "No, they don't suspect a thing. By the time they realize the true scope of the Avalon Project, it will be too late. Charming will be ours, and with it, the key to controlling the entire West Coast."

As he hung up, Damien's gaze fixed on Teller-Morrow Automotive. A cold smile played on his lips. The pieces were falling into place, and soon, very soon, he would have everything he wanted – Sam, Charming, and an empire that would make him the most powerful man in California.

The clock was ticking, and the fate of Charming hung in the balance.

****

Part 3: Unraveling Threads

The chapel of the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse had never felt so claustrophobic. Sam sat at the far end of the table, surrounded by leather-clad bikers whose expressions ranged from curiosity to outright hostility. Clay presided over the impromptu meeting, his scarred hands splayed on the wooden surface.

"Alright, darlin'," he growled. "Start talking. We need everything you know about this Avalon Project."

Sam took a deep breath, steeling herself. "The Avalon Project isn't just about drugs. It's about power. Total control over the West Coast's underworld."

Tig leaned forward, his blue eyes intense. "How's he planning to pull that off? Guy's got balls, I'll give him that."

"It's a three-pronged approach," Sam explained. "First, he's been quietly buying up properties all along the coast – warehouses, docks, even small airfields. Second, he's been infiltrating local law enforcement and government offices, planting his people or blackmailing officials."

"And the third prong?" Jax prompted.

Sam's eyes met his. "Us. Or rather, clubs like yours. Damien believes that if he can control or eliminate the major MCs, he'll have a clear path to dominance."

A heavy silence fell over the room. Chibs was the first to break it. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. The bastard's trying to build himself a bloody empire."

Clay's jaw clenched. "You're telling me this Damien character thinks he can just waltz in and take over? He's got another thing coming."

"You don't understand," Sam insisted, her voice rising. "Damien's not just some upstart drug lord. He's methodical, patient. He's been planning this for years."

Opie spoke up, his deep voice rumbling through the tension. "How do you know all this? No offense, but you don't strike me as the criminal mastermind type."

Sam's gaze dropped to the table. "I told you, Damien liked to brag when he was high. But... that's not the whole truth." She took a shaky breath. "I was more involved than I let on. Damien... he was grooming me to be his partner in all this. Said I had a mind for strategy."

The revelation sent a ripple of unease through the room. Jax's eyes narrowed. "Just how involved were you, Sam?"

Before she could answer, Juice burst into the chapel, laptop in hand. "Guys, we've got a problem. A big one."

Clay glared at the interruption. "This better be good, Juice."

"I've been monitoring police channels and dark web chatter," Juice explained, setting his computer on the table. "In the last hour, there's been a spike in activity. Looks like someone's making moves against every major MC on the West Coast. The Mayans just had one of their gun shipments seized. The Niners are dealing with a sudden influx of rival dealers in their territory."

Jax's eyes widened. "It's starting. Damien's making his play."

Sam nodded grimly. "The Avalon Project was always designed to be a swift, coordinated attack. Weaken all potential opposition simultaneously."

Clay slammed his hand on the table. "Goddammit! We need to shut this down now. Jax, get Alvarez on the phone. We need to coordinate with the Mayans. Chibs, reach out to the Irish. If Damien's disrupting gun shipments, they need to know."

As the Sons scrambled into action, Sam felt a hand on her arm. She looked up to see Gemma, concern etched on her face.

"Come on, honey," Gemma said softly. "Let's get you some air while the boys figure this out."

Outside, the California sun felt at odds with the darkness gathering around them. Sam leaned against the garage wall, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands.

"You're carrying a hell of a lot of guilt, aren't you?" Gemma observed, lighting her own smoke.

Sam exhaled a plume of smoke. "You have no idea."

"Try me," Gemma challenged. "I've seen my fair share of shit in this life."

For a moment, Sam considered brushing her off. But something in Gemma's eyes – a mix of hardness and understanding – made her reconsider.

"I didn't just know about Damien's plans," Sam confessed. "I helped create them. The strategy, the timing – a lot of that was me. I thought... I thought I was building something. Creating order out of chaos."

Gemma studied her for a long moment. "And when did you realize you were just trading one kind of chaos for another?"

Sam's laugh was hollow. "When I saw what it was doing to people. The lives destroyed, the communities torn apart. Damien didn't care about any of that. To him, it was all just numbers on a spreadsheet."

"So you ran," Gemma finished.

Sam nodded. "But not before I sabotaged what I could. Changed some key details in the plans, altered delivery schedules. It won't stop Damien, but it might slow him down."

Gemma's expression softened slightly. "You did what you had to do to survive. We've all got shit we're not proud of."

Before Sam could respond, Jax emerged from the clubhouse, his face grim. "We've got trouble. Alvarez says the Mayans are under attack. Looks like Damien's men are making a play for their territory."

Gemma straightened. "What are you gonna do?"

Jax ran a hand through his hair. "We don't have a choice. We need to help the Mayans. If Damien takes them out, we're next."

Sam stepped forward. "Let me help. I know Damien's tactics, his weak points."

Jax hesitated, studying her. "You sure about this? Once you're in, there's no going back."

Sam met his gaze steadily. "I'm already in, Jax. Might as well do some good while I'm here."

Inside the clubhouse, plans were coming together rapidly. Maps were spread across the chapel table, marked with potential targets and strongholds.

"Alvarez says they're hitting the Mayans from three directions," Jax explained, pointing to the map. "Here, here, and here. They're trying to cut off escape routes and supply lines."

Chibs nodded. "Classic pincer movement. Bastard knows his stuff."

Sam leaned in, her eyes scanning the map. "There," she said, pointing to a spot just outside Oakland. "That's where Damien will be coordinating from. He always likes to be close to the action, but not too close."

Opie raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Sam nodded. "Positive. It's an old civil defense bunker. Damien had it retrofitted as a mobile command center."

Clay's eyes narrowed. "If we could take out their command post..."

"We could throw their whole operation into chaos," Jax finished. He turned to Sam. "What kind of defenses are we looking at?"

Sam closed her eyes, recalling details she'd tried so hard to forget. "At least a dozen men, heavily armed. State-of-the-art security system. But..." She paused, a memory surfacing. "There's a weakness. A maintenance tunnel that doesn't show up on any official plans. Damien had it built as an escape route."

Tig grinned. "Sounds like our way in."

Clay nodded. "Alright. Jax, take Opie, Chibs, and Tig. Hit that command post hard and fast. Juice, you're on tech support. The rest of us will coordinate with the Mayans, try to push back Damien's men on the ground."

As the Sons prepared for battle, strapping on kevlar and checking weapons, Sam felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Fear, guilt, but also a strange sense of purpose.

Jax approached her, adjusting his holster. "You sure you're up for this? It's gonna get ugly out there."

Sam met his gaze, her blue eyes hardening with resolve. "I helped create this mess. It's time I helped clean it up."

Jax nodded, a hint of respect in his eyes. "Alright. Stay close to me. And Sam?" He paused, his expression serious. "When this is over, we're gonna have a long talk about everything you know."

As they headed for the bikes, the roar of engines filling the air, Sam couldn't shake the feeling that she was crossing a point of no return. The shadows of her past were colliding with the uncertain future of Charming, and she was caught in the middle of the storm.

The ride to Oakland was tense, each member lost in their own thoughts. Sam clung to Jax, the wind whipping through her hair, carrying with it the scent of impending violence.

As they approached the outskirts of the city, Jax's voice crackled over the helmet comms. "Alright, boys. We go in quiet. Hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast. Sam, you're with me. Lead us to that tunnel."

They ditched the bikes a mile out, approaching the bunker on foot. Sam's heart raced as she led them through overgrown paths, memories of her time with Damien flashing through her mind.

"There," she whispered, pointing to a rusted grate barely visible beneath a tangle of vines. "That's our way in."

Tig made quick work of the lock, and soon they were crawling through the dank tunnel. The sounds of activity grew louder as they approached the main chamber.

Jax held up a hand, signaling them to stop. He turned to Sam, his voice barely audible. "Last chance to back out."

Sam shook her head. "I'm seeing this through."

With a nod, Jax gave the signal. The Sons burst into action, catching Damien's men off guard. The room erupted into chaos – gunfire, shouts, the crash of equipment being overturned.

Sam stayed low, her eyes scanning the room for Damien. She spotted him near a bank of computers, barking orders into a phone.

"Jax!" she called out, pointing. "There!"

Jax fought his way across the room, determination etched on his face. But before he could reach Damien, a familiar voice cut through the din.

"Well, well. Samantha. I must say, I'm impressed."

Sam froze, her blood running cold. She turned slowly to see Damien standing just a few feet away, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Did you really think you could run from me?" Damien asked, his voice deceptively calm. "That you could betray everything we built together?"

Sam's hand inched towards the gun Jax had given her. "It's over, Damien. Your plan's falling apart."

Damien's laugh was chilling. "Oh, my dear. This?" He gestured to the chaos around them. "This is just the beginning. You of all people should know – I always have a contingency plan."

As if on cue, a new wave of armed men flooded into the room. The Sons found themselves outnumbered and outgunned.

Damien's eyes gleamed with triumph. "Now, Samantha. It's time to come home. We have an empire to build."

Sam's mind raced, searching for a way out. But as she looked around at the Sons – bloodied, cornered, but still defiant – she realized there was only one path forward.

"No," she said, her voice steady. "I'm done running. And I'm done hiding." She raised her gun, aiming it squarely at Damien's chest. "This ends now."

The room fell silent, all eyes on Sam and Damien. The fate of Charming, and perhaps the entire West Coast underworld, hung in the balance.

Sam's finger tightened on the trigger, her past and future converging in this single, defining moment.

*****

Part 4: Reckoning

Time seemed to slow as Sam faced down Damien, her finger poised on the trigger. The air crackled with tension, punctuated by the ragged breathing of those around them.

Damien's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something – respect, perhaps, or fear – crossing his face. "You won't do it, Samantha. You don't have it in you."

Sam's hand trembled slightly, but her aim remained true. "You're wrong, Damien. You don't know me anymore. Maybe you never did."

Jax inched closer, his gun trained on Damien's men. "Sam," he said softly, "you don't have to do this. We can end this another way."

Damien's laugh was cold. "Listen to your new friend, Samantha. Put the gun down, and maybe I'll let him and his little biker gang live."

The threat snapped something in Sam. In that moment, she saw with crystal clarity the path that had led her here – every compromise, every justification, every step deeper into darkness. And she saw, too, the possibility of redemption.

"No more threats," Sam said, her voice steady. "No more manipulation. It's over, Damien."

She squeezed the trigger.

The gunshot echoed through the bunker, followed by a moment of stunned silence. Damien looked down at his chest, a red stain blossoming on his expensive shirt. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met Sam's one last time before he crumpled to the floor.

Chaos erupted. Damien's men, momentarily frozen by their leader's fall, surged forward. The Sons met them head-on, the room exploding into a frenzy of gunfire and hand-to-hand combat.

Sam felt a strong hand grasp her arm. It was Jax, pulling her behind an overturned desk. "Stay down!" he shouted over the din.

The battle raged, neither side willing to give ground. Sam watched in a daze as Tig took down two men with savage efficiency, while Chibs and Opie fought back-to-back, a whirlwind of fists and bullets.

Suddenly, a new sound cut through the chaos – police sirens, growing louder by the second.

"Shit!" Jax cursed. "We gotta move. Now!"

He grabbed Sam's hand, leading her towards the exit tunnel. The other Sons disengaged, providing covering fire as they retreated.

They emerged into the fading daylight, the sirens now deafeningly close. "The bikes," Opie panted. "We'll never make it."

Jax's mind raced. "The trees. We'll lose them in the woods. Move!"

They plunged into the dense foliage, the sounds of pursuit fading behind them. Sam's lungs burned as she ran, branches whipping at her face. She could hear the labored breathing of the Sons around her, the occasional curse as someone stumbled in the gathering darkness.

After what felt like hours, Jax finally called a halt. They huddled in a small clearing, catching their breath and assessing injuries.

"Everyone okay?" Jax asked, his eyes scanning the group.

There were nods all around, though Tig was sporting a nasty gash on his arm, and Chibs had a rapidly swelling eye.

Sam leaned against a tree, the adrenaline ebbing from her system. The full weight of what she'd done – what they'd all done – began to settle on her shoulders.

Jax approached her, his expression unreadable. "You okay?"

Sam laughed humorlessly. "I just killed a man. The man I once thought I loved. So no, Jax. I'm not okay."

Jax nodded, understanding in his eyes. "You did what you had to do. We all did."

"He's right, lass," Chibs added, limping over. "That bastard would've burned the whole coast to the ground if you hadn't stopped him."

Sam closed her eyes, fighting back tears. "Maybe. But where does that leave me? I'm no better than he was."

"Bullshit," Tig interjected, his voice gruff but kind. "You made a choice. The right choice. That makes all the difference."

Before Sam could respond, Juice's voice crackled over their burner phones. "Jax? You guys okay?"

Jax grabbed his phone. "Yeah, we're clear. What's the situation?"

"It's crazy, man," Juice replied. "Damien's whole operation is falling apart. His men are turning on each other, trying to grab what they can before it all goes down. The Mayans are pushing them back on all fronts."

A collective sigh of relief went through the group. Jax allowed himself a small smile. "Good work, Juice. Keep monitoring the situation. We'll make our way back when it's clear."

As Jax relayed the news to the others, Sam felt a strange mix of emotions wash over her. Relief, certainly, but also a profound sense of loss. The life she had known, for better or worse, was over. She was adrift in uncharted waters.

Jax must have sensed her turmoil. He sat down beside her, his shoulder brushing hers. "Hey. I meant what I said before. You're not alone in this."

Sam turned to him, searching his face. "Why? Why would you help me after everything I've done?"

Jax was quiet for a moment, considering his words. "Because I've been where you are. Caught between loyalty and doing what's right. It's not an easy path, but it's one worth walking."

As night fell, the Sons made their way carefully back towards Charming. They moved in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The events of the day had shaken them all, forcing them to confront hard truths about themselves and the life they led.

It was nearly dawn by the time they reached the outskirts of town. Exhausted and battered, they rolled into the Teller-Morrow lot. Gemma was waiting, worry etched on her face.

"Jesus Christ," she breathed, taking in their appearance. "What the hell happened out there?"

Clay emerged from the clubhouse, his face a mask of barely contained anger and concern. "Inside. Now. We need to talk."

The chapel was somber as Jax recounted the events at the bunker. When he finished, a heavy silence fell over the room.

Clay's eyes bored into Sam. "You. You're the key to all this. You know names, places, operations. If we're gonna clean up this mess, we need everything you've got."

Sam nodded slowly. "I'll tell you everything I know. But after that... I need to disappear. It's not safe for me here, or for any of you while I'm around."

Jax started to protest, but Clay held up a hand. "She's right. There'll be a target on her back. And on ours if we harbor her."

"So what, we just cut her loose?" Opie asked, disbelief in his voice.

Clay's expression was grim. "We do what we have to do to protect the club. Always."

The discussion raged on, voices rising as opinions clashed. Sam sat silently, the weight of her past and the uncertainty of her future pressing down on her.

Finally, Jax slammed his hand on the table. "Enough! We're not abandoning her. Sam risked everything to help us. We owe her."

Clay's jaw clenched. "And what do you propose we do, son? Hide her in the clubhouse forever?"

A thoughtful look crossed Jax's face. "No. Not hide her. Give her a new life."

Over the next hour, a plan took shape. Juice would create a new identity for Sam, complete with background and paperwork. The club would use its connections to set her up in a new town, far from California.

As the Sons hammered out the details, Gemma pulled Sam aside. "You sure about this, sweetheart? Once you go, there's no coming back."

Sam took a shaky breath. "I don't have a choice. It's the only way to keep everyone safe."

Gemma studied her for a long moment. "You know, when you first showed up, I thought you were nothing but trouble. But now..." She paused, a hint of admiration in her eyes. "You've got steel in you, girl. You'll be alright."

The next few days passed in a blur of preparation and goodbyes. Sam spent hours with Juice, memorizing her new identity and background. She sat with Chibs, learning the basics of self-defense. Tig, in a surprising show of sentimentality, gave her a burner phone "for emergencies only, doll."

On her last night in Charming, Sam found herself on the roof of the clubhouse, staring out at the town that had become an unexpected sanctuary. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Jax approaching.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, sitting down beside her.

Sam shook her head. "Too much on my mind."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the cool night air carrying the scent of possibility.

"You know," Jax finally said, "when you first showed up, I thought you were going to be the death of us all."

Sam laughed softly. "I thought the same thing."

Jax turned to her, his expression serious. "But you saved us, Sam. You saved Charming. Don't ever forget that."

Sam felt tears prick her eyes. "I don't know if I can ever make up for the things I've done."

"Maybe you can't," Jax replied. "But you can choose who you want to be from here on out. That's what matters."

As the first light of dawn began to streak the sky, Sam felt a sense of peace settle over her. The shadows that had haunted her for so long were finally receding.

The next morning, Sam stood in the Teller-Morrow lot, a small bag containing her new life slung over her shoulder. The Sons gathered around her, faces a mix of emotion.

Clay stepped forward first, his handshake firm. "You ever need anything, you call. You're family now, whether I like it or not."

One by one, the Sons said their goodbyes. Tig's hug was bone-crushing, Chibs pressed a kiss to her cheek, and Opie's nod held a world of unspoken understanding.

Gemma approached last, pressing a small package into Sam's hands. "A little something to remember us by. And to remind you of who you really are."

Finally, it was Jax's turn. He pulled Sam into a tight embrace. "Stay safe out there," he murmured. "And remember, you've always got a home here if you need it."

As Sam climbed into the waiting cab, she took one last look at the group that had become her unlikely family. They stood together, a united front against whatever darkness might come.

The cab pulled away, Charming receding in the rearview mirror. Sam allowed herself one moment of grief for the life she was leaving behind. Then, squaring her shoulders, she turned her gaze to the road ahead.

In her lap, she opened the package Gemma had given her. Inside was a small silver pendant in the shape of a crow in flight. Attached was a note in Gemma's flowing script: "Spread your wings, baby. The shadows can't touch you now."

Sam clasped the necklace around her neck, feeling its weight settle against her skin. It was a reminder of where she'd been, and a promise of where she might go.

As Charming disappeared behind her, Sam felt a surge of something she hadn't experienced in years: hope. The road ahead was uncertain, full of potential pitfalls and challenges. But for the first time in a long time, she was facing that uncertainty on her own terms.

The shadows of her past would always be there, a part of her story. But they no longer defined her. She was Sam Crois Faith, survivor, friend, and now, finally, free.

The cab sped on, carrying her towards a future bright with possibility. And somewhere in the distance, barely audible over the hum of the engine, came the rumble of motorcycles – a reminder that family, in all its forms, was never truly left behind.

The End...

[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Quick glimpses of how Tig navigated becoming a widow and single father to his daughter OC Raven Trager.

As always my stories are 18+.

General Tag List: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators

Sons Only Tag List: @youngadult9016

Tig Tag List: @kikijackson-blog

How It Started

Tig stood staring down at the bullet riddled body of his beautiful wife. He willed her to take a breath, open her eyes, do something as the tears continued to slip from his icy blue eyes. His knees buckled and anguished sobs spilled from his chest. How could this have happened? How could one of his brothers betray him like this?

Tig had no idea how much time had passed. He had moved from the floor to the table. Cradling his wife to him. The chill didn't bother him and he tried to ignore how her body was now hard and stiff when it used to soft and giving to his touch. Tig shook off the hands that touched his shoulder.

"Tig. Your daughter still needs you. Melanie would want you to put your attention onto Raven." murmured Chibs as he grabbed his friends arm again. This time firmly pulling him off the table and back onto his feet. "The wrong parent was killed man. It should be me on this table." sobbed Tig as he shook his head. "How do I tell my daughter her mommy got killed because daddy was an asshole to a friend?"

Chibs pulled Tig into his arms. Letting the other man get his emotions out before speaking. "She will understand when she is older. She is too young for any of this to make sense. Don't beat yourself up Tig.

6 years later

"Alright Dad. She has to walk by herself from here" stated the teacher as she held out her hand to Raven. Tig let out a nervous chuckle as he knelt next to his daughter. "Don't know whose more nervous her or me" he stated as he ruffled Ravens long black hair making her giggle even as tears slipped down her cheeks.

"It will get easier I promise" soothed the teacher as she sent him a warm smile and took Ravens hand.

"Bye bye Daddy" stated Raven after she kissed his cheek and let the teacher lead her into the school.

Tig was too choked up to reply so he gave her a wave before turning and wiping at his eyes. He had cried more since becoming a father than he had the rest of his life. He always thought he would want a son but he wouldn't change having a sweet little girl for the world.

5 years later

Tig was frantically pacing his kitchen, hands in his curly hair as he waited for Gemma to arrive. How could he have been so stupid? So unprepared for this? Melanie would have had all the supplies Raven would need and would have had the womanhood talk with her already. How could he have fucked up this so badly?

He was a failure as a husband and now a failure as a dad. Tig was so deep in his thoughts he hadn't heard the back door open or Gemma greet him.

"Tiggy?" repeated Gemma as she stood with bags and cleaning supplies. "What's wrong?"

I failed her" stated Tig as he started to tear up. "The most important day of a little girls life when she becomes a woman and I fucked it up" he continued as he sat in a chair resting his head on the table.

Gemma rolled her eyes before moving out of the kitchen. "Its a period Tig. Don't be so dramatic"

3 years later

"Who was that?" asked Tig as he handed his daughter a helmet as she got on his bike. "Just a friend" replied Raven trying to hide a smile as the young boy waved at her as they pulled out of the school parking lot.

Tig frowned. He knew the day would come but it felt too soon. He wanted his sweet little girl to stick to baby dolls and tea parties forever. Never thinking of boys and the other things that came with them.

"Well better stick to just friends. You are not allowed to date until you are fifty at least" stated Tig firmly.

Raven rolled her eyes before replying. Purposefully riling her dad up was becoming her favorite pastime. "What if it is Jax or Opie? Can I get an exception for them?

Tig gritted his teeth. "Too old for you. Not another word on the matter" he practically growled as they pulled into the lot at TM.

2 years later

"I hate you!" screamed Raven as her hand caught Tig's cheek, the force turning his whole head to the side. Before Tig could reply Raven was out the front door, the slam echoing through the house.

Tig sighed in defeat as he turned to the barely clothed woman in his living room. "You should go"

The woman nodded meekly before pulling her dress back on and making her way quietly out of the house.

Hours passed as Tig searched for Raven. It was storming and late. He was worried she would do something stupid. He was getting ready to call Clay and have him assemble the club when his phone dinged.

Juice: Hey. Just wanted to let you know Raven showed up here. I can bring her to TM with me in the morning. That cool with you?

Tig: That is fine. Thanks man. Sorry.

Juice: No worries.

Tig sighed as he made his way back home. He tried to remind himself this would pass like Gemma had told him. All teenage girls go through a hate my dad phase.

1 year later

"What do you think Gem?" inquired Tig as he sat at Gemma's kitchen table his hands wrapped around a mug of tea.

"Some space may do you both some good. She would be close and you know she would be protected" replied Gemma as she sat across from him. Her heart ached for Tig. She knew his relationship with Raven was important to him and that he had always strived to be a great father. The last year had taken its toll on the two.

"Juice would not make a move on her. They are just friends and she ends up at his house anyway after ya'll fight. Might as well let her move in" continued Gemma with a shrug of her shoulders.

Tig nodded. A change would be for the best and hopefully it would let him repair his relationship with Raven. Even if it meant she no longer lived with him.

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[kittlesandbugs]

BG3: A bad thing? Characters: Baby Dark Urge (Nox, five years oldish? IDK lol) Warnings: Blood and death, of course lol, with the added spice of a twisted little child's perspective. Word Count: 782 Summary: Something comes over a child and the family dies. The child tries to process this.

The red fog clears and you feel warm. 

Warm like the puddling blood under your fingers, your own heart beating red heat in your chest, your belly. There's a fullness inside you, warm and fuzzy from your ears down to your curling your toes. Warmer than you ever felt before, even snuggled with Mum at night. 

In the light of the evening candles, you can see.  A large knife is on the floor next to you. Coated red and sticky, calling to you like the red berry jam you and Vek took from the cupboard last ten-day. Da tanned your hides good for that. The memory makes you lick your lips and fingers like before, and they taste just as sweet. As you lap them clean like a kitten, you feel warmer still. 

Slowly it goes away, and your eyes find their way to the bodies scattered on the floor like dolls. And like dolls, they aren't moving. "Mum?" Your voice shivers, too loud in the peace of falling night. "Da? Vek? Tiggy?" 

No answer. 

Are they dead? You know what dead is. You've seen it, bodies gray and gross in alleys, still, stinking in ways that pulled you closer as Mum pulled you back, blocking your view. You reach out and her skin is cool. Cooling. All that red blood oozes out of all of them, soaking the hard dirt floor. 

You did this. 

You feel very sure of that, even though you don't really remember picking up the knife. You think you should feel sadder about it. Mum was sad when her mum died. She cried a lot, held you tight like you do your dog stuffy. But Mum didn't… do this to her mum. But she's not really your mum, is she? Tiggy always said that a lot. Never let you forget it. She was being really mean this evening. It made your heart hurt, more than this, when she and Vek made you cry until Mum told them to stop. 

Wasn't fair, really. You hadn't done anything. Until you went into the kitchen. Until you did this. 

This was a bad thing you did. Wasn't it? Your head thinks it should be. Mum said you should always be kind. Da always said you shouldn't hurt people, especially your brother and sister. They were older but you were always bigger, stronger. If this was a bad thing you did, you don't think your heart should feel so good. You still feel warm and full, like you ate a feast day meal and sat in the sun. Would you feel so good if it was really a bad thing?

The answer doesn't come. You aren't sure what to do. You sit and watch them, in case they aren't really dead. In case Tiggy and Vek are playing a mean trick again. But they don't move. They can't move. You eat the sweets you can reach in the cupboard. You watch them some more. You drag a blanket from the bed and curl up next to them in the dark with your stuffy. You think you feel someone brushing your hair back as you get really sleepy, like Mum would. But it isn't her soft fingers. They're hard and a little sharp, but kind, and you hear a quiet voice as you fall deeply asleep. 

“Young master, precious fledgling, follow ever your heart.  In time, your true family will find you.”

You dream in red. 

The next day passes much the same. You watch the bodies gray. You watch them tighten. They start to smell. You eat the smoked meat in the cupboard when you get hungry. You nibble the fruit by the basin, but it's starting to sour. You sleep. You dream very red dreams. Another day passes. You aren't sure what else you should do. You've never been by yourself like this before. 

It takes three days for the smell to get so strong that the guards come to see what's causing it. They don't even ask if you did it. They don't think you could. They talk like you aren't really there, and you hear all of this. They cover the bodies. One picks you up, and they feel strong and solid like Da. You nuzzle against their soft neck, not covered by armor. Their metal covered hand rubs your back. It reminds you of the voice that first night. The guard says they're very sorry softly in your ear. You don't know why they're saying sorry to you when you are the one who made everyone dead. But you don't tell them that. 

They take you to the church orphanage. Maybe there, you'll find your true family.

[skellymom]

Possible "Vagabonds" fan fic future excerpt

With a eulogy to "Tiggy" the Space Doggo

For reference, this might possibly fit in a future installment for my ongoing series "Vagabonds" To read for more context:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share

There is an extremely personal message at the end of the excerpt. Been sitting on this news for several weeks and needed to get it out. Opened my word document to find this excerpt. Had written it MONTHS ago. So here goes:

Warning: Very brief violence and talk of death.

Background: Wrecker and Tech are on the Marauder with the newest group of child refugees they rescued from the Empire. Unfortunately a nosy pirate looking for a bounty reward sneaks aboard. (Hunter and Echo are away on the Dread Beldame with Mad, Sil, and Love.)

The pirate advanced on the crew of the Marauder, pointing his weapon and threatening everyone aboard.  Several of the children started to cry out of fear. 

“Ehh, you’re scarin’ the kids!” Wrecker angrily pushed back. 

The pirate smiled creepily, licking his lips. 

Tech kept his cool, quietly watching the situation.  He looked like he was waiting for...something. 

“Whattaya lookin’ at, ya goggle eyed Gungan?”  The pirate snarled. 

“Your speedy demise.”  Tech sassily quipped. 

The toddler pointed to the dark brindled shadow quietly creeping up behind the pirate, “Tiggeee Goggeee.” 

Tech stoically gave the command: “Ra’mor!” 

She was upon the pirate in a flash. Took him down by the back of his neck, shaking furiously. He didn’t last long. Wrecker grimaced and grabbed the toddler in his arms while pushing the rest of the children behind him, shielding them from the sight. 

“Let slanar!” Tech barked.  

Tiggy released the mangled pirate.  

“Briik laam.” 

Tiggy immediately ran to and healed at Tech’s left side, clacking her pearly teeth excitedly. 

“Jate Tiggy. Wrecker, please dispose of the body immediately. As far away from the ship as possible.” Tech held his hands out for the toddler, which Wrecker dutifully handed over. 

“Awww...I ALWAYS get the dirty work!” 

“Wrecker, you are the best man for this job. Remember, no shallower than 6 feet. We don’t want his companions to find him. Come children...we are safe now.” 

"Tiggy" was based on my Amish rescue "Petunia" I obtained from work. For those of you who don't know, I am a certified veterinary nurse and work at a 24 hour veterinary ER. She came to us sick and injured at 4 WEEKS old.

Attacked by her own mother and possibly needing corrective surgery for necrosis of that wound, it looked dire. The Amish don't spend a lot of money if they don't think they can recoup the investment. Her heavily infected wound burst open all over my scrubs. She was TINY and helpless. I couldn't say no.

We kept her until she was a year: paid for medical care, orthopedic surgery, vaccines, meds, training, spay surgery, the works. Unfortunately, due to her being a high drive Dutch Shepherd, we could not keep her. This breed is known for their mercurial nature and sometimes aggression. I knew there was a VERY slight chance we could keep her, especially with 2 geriatric dogs in the household. She wasn't my first rescue, either. Petunia spent time at a shelter for police and military dogs, and was evaluated for bite work. Unfortunately, she passed from the wave of respiratory "Doggie Covid" that is sweeping the US right now. With some dogs medical treatment works...with some...they don't rally from the infection. We feel sick about this and sadly miss "Looney Petunia."

She now lives on in a galaxy far, far away. Love rescued her and she fiercely defends that Force sensitive teen, their family, and The Batch. She will forever track prey with Hunter, ride on Wreckers shoulders, snuggle with Omega, lay at Crosshair's feet while he polishes his rifle, listen dutifully to Tech's commands...and steal Echo's prosthetics.

She LOVED to watch TV too!

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[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage - Chapter 5 (Juice x OC Fic)

Marked for Carnage Masterlist

A/N: Chapter 5 is here. Sorry if this isn't the best - I wanted to get it uploaded and haven't had a lot of time to edit. More Juice and Ronnie 1 on 1 time is coming I promise!

Word Count: 2774 words

Ronnie shakily brought the glass of water up to her lips that Jax had bought over to her. Taking a large gulp, she closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart. She could hear the men in the room beginning to speak, trying to piece together what was happening. "Who's Mark?" Tig asked. Ronnie only shook her head, her tongue a dead weight in her mouth. "Her piece of shit ex," Opie explained for her. "Used to smack her around. He's the reason she left Charming." Piney's grip on his daughters shoulder tightened. "And why is this jerk off still breathing?" Tig continued. "Because…" Ronnie exhaled. "He's a low level drug dealing shit stain, but he's not worth going to jail for murder over." Ronnie stood abruptly, beginning to pace. Opie, Piney and Jax all began protesting and arguing over what should be done, but she ignored them and rested her hands on the edge of the bar. A hand on her shoulder made her jump. She turned to find Tig looking down at her with a soft smile on his face. "Hey Tiggy," she smiled, her eyes still glassy. "Didn’t even know you were back, kid," he said, and pulled her into a brief, one-armed embrace. "Didn’t want it to be a big thing," Ronnie shrugged. "Now you know why."

"I want someone on Ronnie's house," Ronnie heard Piney say, his gruff voice sounding over the fray. "No dad," Ronnie began. "I don't want to take anyone from the club. I can handle my shit, he just freaked me out." Piney shook his head, Opie agreeing with him. "He doesn’t even know where I live," she continued. "Wouldn’t be hard for him to find out," Jax said. Piney looked to where Clay was sitting. Clay shrugged. "I don't got the numbers at the moment. I can give you the Prospect." Piney growled, adjusting the cannula in his nose. "Not happening," he chided. "Seriously it's fine, pops. Look, I'm sorry to burst in like this, Clay," Ronnie turned to the President. Clay waved a hand in her direction. "All good, kid. You’re family," he shrugged. Ronnie smiled flatly and made her way out of the clubhouse, Piney and Opie following her.

"Dad's right," Opie began. "You should have someone stay with you." Ronnie whirled around to face her brother. "You're really giving me whiplash here, Ope," she threw her arms out in exasperation. "Last time we talked you nearly ripped my head off, and didn't want me anywhere near the club." Opie scoffed and folded his arms. "Those were different circumstances. And you’re my little sister Ronnie," he reached out to mess with her hair, Ronnie pushing his arm off and glaring at him. "No matter how pissed I am at you, I'll always worry about you." Ronnie sighed and shook her head. "You heard Clay. He doesn't have the numbers, so…". "I'll stay with you," Piney said. "I'm not called up for much action these days anyway. Go and let, Clay know," he said to Opie. "I don't have a spare room dad," Ronnie attested. "Not gonna be sleeping," Piney grumbled, and walked towards his bike. "Stubborn old man," Ronnie shook her head and walked to her car.

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Ronnie smiled as she handed out bowls of chili to buyers. Much to her disdain, Clay had told Gemma about the Mark incident and Gemma had insisted that when she wasn't working at the hospital or at home with Piney, that she should stay close to the club to make sure she was safe. That was how she was wrangled into helping Gemma at the Taste of Charming fundraiser. She didn’t mind helping out, but shovelling out chili and making small talk with people who claimed to remember Ronnie when she was a child - but she had no recollection of them - was becoming monotonous. She had seen Jax briefly and would look over to where Bobby was entertaining kids with his Elvis act to break up the routine but even that was becoming dull. Casting her eye out over the crowd, she spotted her brother, sister-in-law and niece and nephew. "Hey Gem," she called over her shoulder. Gemma turned from the pot of chili she was stirring. "Yeah, baby?" "You mind if I go hang out with Ope's family for a bit?" Gemma smiled and patted her cheek lightly. "Sure, sweetheart."

Ronnie made her way across the throng of people, stopping where Opie and Donna were sat watching the egg toss. "Hey," she said awkwardly. Opie and Donna turned to her. Donna smiled grimly, but didn't say anything. Ronnie refrained from rolling her eyes. "Hey Ron," Opie greeted. "Everything ok?" Ronnie nodded her head. "Yeah all good. Although I think Gemma is being more protective now than dad." Opie huffed and smiled. "Yeah well, you were always the daughter she never had." Donna watched the conversation between the siblings with a frown on her face. "The kids off playing?" Ronnie asked. "You here to try and buy their favour again?" Donna questioned. Ronnie remained impassive, ignoring Donna's jab. "Donna," Opie wearily said. "We spoke about this. Drop it." Ronnie's eyebrows raised at her brothers intercept. Was he finally coming around?

"I'll be right back," Opie suddenly said, making a beeline towards an old indoor gym. "Oh," Ronnie looked between her brother and Donna awkwardly. Left alone with her sister-in-law, Ronnie shuffled from one foot to another, cracking her knuckles. "Donna," she began. "I know you seem to really not like me, but know that I'm serious when I say that I am trying to make things up to Opie. I know I can't replace the last decade. But I don’t want to waste any time from now on. Opie seems to understand that. I hope you can to." Donna only looked at Ronnie for a moment, before turning back to watch Ellie play with her friends. Ronnie sighed and made her way back to the chili tent.

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Juice rubbed at his neck where Clay had grabbed him. He'd been longing to get home from Nevada after the week away and now he felt like he'd really fucked things up by bringing Cherry with him. Pulling his phone out of his cut he woke it up, hoping to find a missed call or text from Ronnie. She had tried him a few times since the situation with Piney had gone down but over the past two days it seemed she had given up. The thought made his stomach turn to lead. He wasn't meaning to stonewall her, he just didn’t know what to say. The whole situation was messed up, and he didn’t want to hurt anyone's feelings. But these few days away and not hearing from her had shown him that he wasn't done with her yet. Their kiss was on his mind any time he was on his own, the memory of her lips against his, the way her hands slid across his skin, her scent. He never went near any croweaters, even when they offered the most lewd things he had ever heard. He just couldn’t get this girl out of his head. Pulling up her contact he sighed and pressed dial. Pulling the phone to his hear, he waited as it rang, his stomach roiling. After the fifth ring he was ready to hang up but then he heard her.

"Juice?" His pulse picked up. "Hey, Ronnie," he smiled, scratching at his jaw. "I thought you might have been finished with me," she admitted, and Juice could hear her caution through the phone. He rolled his lips into a line and shook his head. "Nah, I don't think I'm done yet," he said. He heard her sigh in relief. "I'm so sorry, Juice seriously. I wasn't trying to hide it from you, I just didn’t know when it would be a good time to tell you about my family. I know whatever this is, is casual but I never wanted to make things awkward for you." "Yeah, I know," he replied. "It's all good. I don’t want to stop hanging with you, but maybe we can take things slow? Be friends at first or something…" he gulped. Ronnie laughed through the phone. "I mean yeah, I would like that," she said, sending relief flooding through Juice. "It's not that I'm not into you, cause I am really into you, trust me. I just really respect your dad and brother so I don’t wanna be on their bad sides ya know. This club is kinda all I got," he admitted. "It's fine, Juice," she assured him. "I get it, seriously. So, friends then?" He smiled, his spirits lifting for the first time all week. "Yeah Ronnie. Friends."

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The next day, Ronnie walked from her kitchen to the living room where Piney was sat on her couch, his shotgun placed on her coffee table. Handing him a cup of coffee, she perched on the couch next to him. "The guns a bit of overkill, don't ya think pops?" she asked, sipping on her own drink. Piney raised an eyebrow and surveyed the room. "Are you not armed?" he asked. Ronnie rolled her eyes. "Of course I am, dad. I just don't have them out on display today." The old man grumbled and turned back to the television. The sound of a Harley rang down Ronnie's street, making her an Piney glance at each other curiously. When the bike cut out in front of her house, Ronnie stood and walked to look out the peephole. "It's Opie," she muttered, watching her brother walk up the path to her door. She pulled it open when he got close. "Ope? Everything ok?" she asked. "Pops needs to come down to the clubhouse. You too," he informed them. Piney stood and made his way over to his children. "What's wrong?" he hesitated. "You need to lay low. ATF are sniffing around after what went down with Nate yesterday. You and me are going to the cabin. Dropping Ronnie off at the clubhouse on the way," Opie clarified. "Wait what? Why?" Ronnie asked, crossing her arms. "Because dad isn't here to watch out for you," Opie said, annoyed . "Ok fine, but can't I drive myself?" she asked. "No time, you can ride with me," Opie said, already turning around and making his way back to his bike. "That doesn’t even make sense," Ronnie mumbled under her breath as she turned to lock her front door.

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Ronnie's knuckles were white as she gripped the back of her brothers bike tightly. They pulled into TM and as soon as the bike was turned off she ripped herself out of the seat, jamming the helmet into her brothers chest. "I hate those things," she pointed at his bike before she began to stalk towards the clubhouse. She had seen enough MVAs involving bikes to not want to go near them. She slowed down when she saw Juice sitting at one of the tables near the boxing ring. "Hey Juicy," she called out, making him look up from his phone. He grinned brightly at her, sending her blood scorching through her veins. "Hey, Ronnie," he stood and made his way over to her. He began to reach out to grab her hand but stopped himself short when Opie trailed after her. He sent Juice a withering glare and Ronnie rolled her eyes. "Chill out, Ope. I'm allowed to have friends." Opie ignored his sister, turning when Piney caught up with them. "How long do I have to stay here?" Ronnie asked, miffed about how her morning was shaping out. "I'll stay with dad until tonight, and then I'll come get you. You can stay at my place for the night and we reassess tomorrow," Opie explained.

Ronnie scoffed. "No way. I am not staying at your place while your wife still hates me." Opie rolled his eyes. "Donna will be civil. And you have no choice." "Actually, I do have a choice," Ronnie remarked. When she didn’t elaborate Opie gestured for her to continue. "Juice can be on watch at my house," she stated. Juice whipped his head in her direction, his eyes wide. "Wait, what?" he asked at the same time Opie barked "not happening". Ronnie huffed and looked towards Piney, hoping he would step in and help her out. He shrugged. "Clay got you doing anything?" he asked Juice. Opie sneered. "You've got to be kidding me." Juice just shook his head, answering the old man. "Not at the moment. I'm free as far as I know." Piney shrugged and looked at Opie. "Let her go home. She's got protection." Ronnie stepped up to her dad and hugged him. "Thanks dad," she kissed his rough cheek and Piney smiled down at her. Juice felt like he was intruding so he walked to his bike, grabbing out the spare helmet and starting it up. "Relax Opie. He's just doing it for you guys. That's all this is." She turned and made her way to Juice. Opie watched as his sister put the helmet on and climbed on behind Juice, his annoyance intensifying when she wrapped her hands around his waist. "You sure about this?" he asked his father. Piney just shrugged. "Can't tell her what to do. Only gonna push her away. I don't know about you but I'm not losing her again."

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Ronnie grinned at Juice as she took the helmet off, handing it over to him. The ride back to her house had been the most enjoyment she had ever felt on the back of a bike. Her anxiety about the danger completely melting away. The way it felt to have Juice between her thighs, her arms wrapped around his waist and her face pressed against his cut. When they were pulled up at a set of lights he had dropped one hand from the handlebars and gripped her knee briefly, his thumb running over the denim of her jeans. She didn’t know how she was going to go with this friends business when all she wanted to do was have him close again. Opening the door, she let him into her house, trying not to think about the position they had been in last time he was there. "Can I use your bathroom real quick?" Juice asked. "Yeah, sure. Up the hall, second door on your left," she told him. Ronnie made her way to the kitchen, scanning the fridge and pantry to see what she could offer to make them for lunch. She stood up quickly when she heard a sharp knock on her door. Peering down the hallway she saw the bathroom was still occupied and wondered who could possibly be paying her visit now.

Opening the door she was shocked to find a woman smartly dressed with sandy brown hair and an ATF jacket standing at her door with a smirk on her face. "Um, can I help you?" Ronnie asked. "Veronica Wilson?" the woman questioned. "Who wants to know?" Ronnie countered. The woman smirked again, looking down her nose at Ronnie. "Veronica, I'm Agent June Stahl, ATF. I'm here to question you about your fathers whereabouts. Do you know the current location of Piermont Winston?" Ronnie just shook her head, leaning against the doorframe. "I have no idea, I haven’t seen him in a couple of days," she shrugged. Stahl hummed, narrowing her eyes. "And are you aware of the activities undertaken by the outlaw motorcycle club that your father and brother are currently members of? Any illegal interests you may be privy to or aware of that you could make known to us?" Ronnie raised a brow and crossed her arms. "As far as I'm aware the whole bike and club thing are a hobby for them. That's all. Nothing illegal," she attested. Stahl smiled and nodded her head. "Sure. That's why your brother just got out of prison for a botched arson attempt, right? Had nothing to do with the club, did it?" she pushed. Ronnie huffed. "Listen, Agent Stahl, the only connection I have to that club is my last name. You're barking up the wrong tree." Stahl's eyes strayed from Ronnie and landed on something behind her, narrowing. Ronnie turned and saw Juice standing a couple of feet behind her. His jaw was set, but his eyes were on her, filled with worry. She smiled sheepishly and turned to Stahl. "Just your last name, huh?" Stahl mocked. She put her glasses on and turned to leave before looking back over her shoulder. "Reach out if you hear from your father, Veronica."

[toobz-drawz]

I HAVE A REQUEST!!! I’ve requested this to a few people but never got a response, but I’m in desperate need for a john x reader where they are childhood friends and slowly realize they like eachother 🙏🙏🙏 I also love a good bit of jealousy 🥰

Jealous Guy

John Lennon x Reader

•Warning: no warnings need. •Summary: John had been a childhood best friend of yours, over the years the two of your grow close, and one day someone decides to speak up. •Characters: 8,150 •Additional information: Sorry if this fanfic is a bit late, I have a lot of things to do, and school is starting up soon for me. Hopefully this is good and I didn’t disappoint you.

It feels as if it was just yesterday when you and John first met at a playground. At the moment there was a game of tiggy just starting out, you sat on the sidelines just watching as the boys ran around chasing each other, that was until one boy from that crowd ran up to you and tapped you on the shoulders, “You’re it.” The boy looked down at you, as your curious eyes looked up at him. “Oh— I’m not playing, sorry.” You raised up both of your hands in defense, “Well, you don’t look like you’re doing anything except watching us, so..I insist you get up and join.” The boy looked rather determined for you to join in on the fun, you couldn’t just say no and blow him off. You sighed, “Fine, alright, I’ll play.” The boy held out his hand for you to grab, and you gladly took it so you could lift yourself off of the ground. “Oh! I forgot to ask what your name was.” You took your hand away, wiping it on your dress. “My name is John, John Winston Lennon, and you?” He gave you a warm smile, “And my name is y/n, y/n l/n. I Must say your name has a ring to it, you’re rather lucky to have such a wonderful name.” You beamed, completely forgetting that you had been invited to a game of tiggy, that was until a boy who had been previously running away from everything piped up, “Oi! Are you going to play or what?!” The random boy said while peaking out of his hiding place which startled you. You tried reaching out for John, but he’d backin’ up, making it known he knew every trick in the book, before he started running away. 

From that day on you hold that memory dear to your heart, knowing not long after that you two both had bumped into one another at school, slowly building up a friendship from there, and maybe something more deeper than you expected. 

Currently you were seated at the dinner table, eating the meal in front of you with your mother and father, of course your father didn’t pay much attention, and kept his face buried into the newspaper. The silence between you three was rather deafening, until—

Ring, Ring, Ring

Your father looked up from the paper which was held by his one hand, while your mother had gotten up to see who was calling at this hour. She grabbed the phone, pulled it up to her ear, and spoke. “To whom am I speaking?” Waiting for a response, your mother turned her body, now facing the two of you still at the table. “John, John Lennon, y/n’s friend.” She pulled the phone away from her face, now covering the bottom part of the telephone, as she held it out. “Y/n it’s for you, dear.” You were a bit confused on who would be calling you, but you didn’t think it through that much. You’d gotten up and walked towards the telephone, grabbing it gently from your mothers grasp. “Thank you, mother.” You dismissed her, before pulling up the receiver to your ear. “Y/n speaking, who is it?” You started playing with the plastic covered wire while you waited for a response. “Y/n! It’s John, I just need to ask you something, I promise you it won’t take long.” Hearing johns voice felt like a relief wash over you, his voice always sounded so sweet and comfortingly to listen to, “Well, go ahead then, ask away.” John shifted on the other end, his talking so far seemed rather rushed and it made you raise an eyebrow, “Could you meet me at that coffee shop you’ve been dying to go to? I need to speak to you in private about something.” John didn’t give you much time to respond or think, before he had hung up leaving you with the sound of static on the other end. 

You pulled the phone away, placed it back down, then gave your parents a rather confused look. You must’ve seemed so lost in your thoughts, I mean who wouldn’t be? Your best friend had just asked you something rather weird without a proper explanation. In private? Well, for starters a coffee shop isn’t that private, but you’ve been dying to go there anyway you never could find the time to go and just enjoy yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to find out what John really wanted to tell you, so you decided to go.

It was the next morning, you had just reminded yourself halfway through brushing your teeth that you had to get ready to go to that coffee shop, so you started getting dressed in a causal outfit and got your hair done to look presentable. 

You loved John, John was such a big teddy bear and always got on your good side, thought Highschool you started to fall in love with him, but you always had a feeling that it was a bit strange to like someone you grew up with, I mean people called you siblings for Christ sakes! It just felt wrong. Yet you couldn’t help but twirl you hair and giggle thinking about him at night when you should be asleep, god, he was just so dreamy, you loved every second you spent with him, and you just hoped he felt the same.

It didn’t take you that long to get dressed and headed out the door as you might’ve thought, but you knew walking would be longer. You didn’t mind walking though, it gave you a second to appreciate everything around you and also on a good note it was a pretty nice day outside. 

When you got to the shop, you looked around and found John, sitting at a table fiddling with his hands, looking a John a bit more he looked a bit over dressed for the place and stuck out like a sore thumb. He was dressed in a rather flattering black suit, his hair looked perfect, and everything else looked in place on him. You walked up to John, who looked as if he was lost in his thoughts, “John?” He snapped out of whatever trance he was in and looked up at you, you couldn’t help but smile. “Oh- Oh, hello y/n, sorry about the call, I didn’t mean to seem a bit—“ John stood up from his seat, trying to find the word he was thinking of, “weird? John, you sounded so stressed out I thought something was actually wrong.” He laughed, “Well, I just felt like now was the right time I must tell you somethi—“ John had been cut short by someone behind you call your name, it was another boy from school who often flirted with you and tried to get a bite of you. You turned your head to look at who was calling you. “I didn’t think I’d see a bird like yourself here.” The boy walked up to you, placing his hands on your waist almost immediately as if you two were actually together. John was fuming, he absolutely despised the boy since day one, at first he thought you two were together when he saw you two at school being all close, surely then he thought it was over between him and you, thinking it should’ve been him that talked to you that way and held you like that. He was already one step closer to punching that smirk off of the boys face in just one clean swing. “Oh! I was just here to see John” You tried pulling his hands off of your waist, but they wouldn’t budge. The boy looked up at John, seeing at how nicely dressed he was, “Looks as if he’s trying a bit too hard than one should to get a girls attention.” He leaned closer to you, making you just feel uncomfortable in the slightest. John had just enough as soon as that pip squeak opened his mouth, “How about you take your hands off of her and run along now, before it gets ugly?” John stepped forward, grabbing you and pulling you away from the boys grasp. “Whatever, you’ll never get that bird anyway.” He looked up and down at the two, then headed off. 

You looked at John confused, that was until you connected the dots and everything seemed so much more clearer now. “You’re trying to ask me out aren’t ya?” John looked startled when you asked that, “How-“ you grabbed him by the collar, now looking into his eyes, “Let’s just say you made it a bit obvious with that suit, mister.” You kissed him on the lips, pushing yourself away so you could sit down and see what you wanted to drink. Johns face went red, he was stunned to say the very least, before he quickly sat down as well, trying to keep himself together before spilling his guts out, “So, is that a yes?” John asked nervously. “I think I’ll say yes to that, I’ve been waiting forever for you to ask me that.” You looked up at him from your menu, on the inside you were screaming and giggling, you were just happy that you could finally call John yours after all these years.

[manestjerne]

Let me save you pt. IV

Juice Ortiz x female

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: toxic relationship, abuse, blood, injuries, mentions of crimes, angst

A/N: Maybe it’s a little too much, but I really felt like it, promise the other parts will be more calm and fluffy, still hope you enjoy🥰

It’s been a few days now, and not much has changed. He still wasn’t talking to me about things he should, but I knew it was only a matter of time. But at least we talked a lot, about everything except the important things, but it’s okay. If he wasn’t here we were texting and it made me feel more safe.

I got up late, enjoying my day off, when I got an unexpected call. It was from St. Thomas, one of the hospitals I applied to. They wanted me to come for an interview and I could actually go there the same day, since I wasn’t at work, so I took a quick shower, did my makeup and put a jacket on to cover the tattoos on my arms. At least for the interview. I really wanted to get this job and the phone call was promising. I sat in my car, feeling like I wasn’t there for ages. Sound of the engine starting warmed my heart a little. I was still stressed, but nothing bad can happen, the worst thing is them not hiring me, but that’s not the end of the world. Driving 30 miles and obeying all the rules was pretty boring, so I decided to step on the gas harder. I knew well why I stopped doing that, but still, it can’t get any worse now, can it?

The lady interviewing me was much nicer than I expected and at the end she said I can get started next week. After that she was talking about some papers I’ll need to sign, but I couldn’t focus on that. The only thing in my head was who should I call first. My shitty boss, telling him I won’t stand behind his shitty bar ever again, or Juice. That one won’t be so easy, me moving from Lodi might make our situation worse. Leaving the room and going down the hall I was staring at my phone, wondering what should I tell him first. New job, moving out? I stared at my phone and stopped rapidly before tripping over some man. He stopped too, so I looked at him. Pretty tall, black beard and hair with silver accents, two long scars by his mouth, imitating a wide smile. But that was not what I was looking at, his cutte was hella familiar.

- Holy shit - I said before thinking of anything else

- Hi - he laughed - can I help you?

- Uh-huh. I have a quick question.

- Go on then - his smile was warm

- Is “Redwood Original” the name of your charter? - I pointed at his patch, which I saw way too many times, but on a different guy

- Ya. Why? - I liked his accent

- And what are you doing here?

- What do you mean by “here”? - his laugh was a bit comforting looking at the weirdness of the situation - The hospital?

- No, what are you doing in Charming?

- Well, darlin’ I live here.

- You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

- I’m actually not, but can you tell me what’s wrong?

- Nothing’s wrong. Could you tell Juice I said hi?

- Juice? - I heard confusion in his voice

- Yeah… - he kinda put me off guard

- Oh no, don’t get me wrong. We just didn’t know he had a lady.

- We’re just friends, nothing serious - I said nervously and he smirked

- Hey, Chibs! - I heard a man yelling from the other side of the hall - No time for chicks now, we have to go.

- Shit, sorry. So what’s your name again?

- Y/n - I realised I didn’t introduce myself - thanks Chibs.

- Anything - he said walking away

Problem solved. I dialled my bosses number when I heard Chibs saying

- Ay, Tiggy. You knew Juice got himself a girl?

- No shit, finally - the other man replied with a laugh

That’s gonna be fun.

My ride back home was way quicker than it should, but I didn’t care, still happy about my new job. I sat at the balcony with my laptop and started to look through the houses for sale in Charming, after a few minutes I heard a motorcycle pulling up. A moment later I heard a familiar knock on my door, so ran there to unlock it. Juice came in without even asking.

- The hell were you doing in Charming? - I flinched at him throwing his hands in the air and saying it a bit louder than necessary

- I got a new job…. - I replied taking a step back

He must’ve seen my reaction and realised it’s because of him, staring at the floor now.

- But why didn’t you tell me you applied to St. Thomas?

- You never asked what places I applied to. Are you mad? - I decided to get more defensive and set my boundaries - I don’t get what your problem is, you never even told me where you live, so what’s this about? Scared your friends are going to meet me now? Don’t worry, it’s already too late and I still never wanted to-

- Hey - he cut me off with a laugh - What are you talking about? That’s great news.

The relief was surely visible on my face because he shortened the distance between us again.

- So you’re not mad I’m moving?

- Mad? - his laugh melted my heart - Why the hell would I be mad? It will be even easier to hit up on you when you’ll be closer. Just watch out for Tig, he might me a little extra sometimes.

My phone started buzzing but I completely ignored it.

- Why would I ever see him again? Y’all live together in a cute little house or you spend so much time at the hospital? - he didn’t say anything about that, just laughed

- You’re not going to answer?

I took the phone out of my pocket and declined the call from Mark.

- Absolutely not.

We decided to order some food and just hang out for a while. Spending time with him was something else, I felt more safe and comfortable than ever, even tho I knew him for only about a month. Although this time was different, Mark tried to call me two times and I declined. He hasn’t reach out for a few days now so it was my chance to finish it, but I couldn’t pick up when Juice was around. He will probably call again. Definitely. I tried to enjoy spending time with Juice but it was hard to focus. For the first time I was relieved when he said he’s got to go. When I closed the door behind him and sat on the couch I looked at the unread messages. “You moved to Lodi? Why didn’t you tell me?” Holy fuck. How can he know that. I stared at the messages when he called, answered immediately.

- Jesus Christ Mark. Can you finally leave me alone? We broke up months ago.

- Not really - he sounded offended - you broke up with me.

- Exactly - I just smiled at how ridiculous was what he just said - and it means we’re not together anymore

- But can we at least talk about it? For the last few months you acted like you forgot about me.

- Maybe because I did - I was confident, trying to let him know it’s really over - that’s what people do after a breakup. Fucking forget about each other, you should do that too.

- Don’t swear princess - he sounded so calm, started to freak me out

- I’m not you damn princess, what the fuck is wrong with you Mark?

- I just want to talk, you live in Lodi, right? - I felt my body tense at his words

- Well, I’m moving soon, but that’s not your business.

- But you’re still in town? I want to talk to you personally. I’ll be there in 5.

This has to be a joke. He can’t come here, he can’t know where I am.

- You’re freaking me out Mark - I said and hung up

I didn’t know what to do and lately when this happened I just texted Juice. But what am I going to tell him now? Hey, can you come save me, I think my crazy ex got my address somehow and is on his way to kill me or sth. He probably isn’t even going to come here. He surely just meant Lodi. I’ll be there in 5. I’ll be in Lodi in 5. Yup, that’s it. I opened the conversation with Juice.

Hey, I know you just left, but could you come by? I want to talk, but don’t worry, you haven’t done anything bad this time:)

I looked at the message. He won’t freak out, nothing’s happening. It sounds cool. I praised myself in my head for not overreacting when I heard knocking on the door. But it wasn’t my favourite knocking. It was more harsh, aggressive.

- Y/n, please, I just want to talk - his voice was nice, welcoming

I walked to the door slowly, thinking what could happen.

- Please, you know I won’t hurt you. Let’s just finish it.

At this point I had no choice. Slowly bringing my hand up I unlocked the door, at the same moment he slammed it open. I felt warm blood dripping from my nose. Meeting with the cool surface of the wall behind me was comforting, trying to get my thoughts together I just stood there for what felt like hours. He grabbed my hand and brought me to sit on the sofa with him.

- Oh baby, look what you made me do - he said while getting a tissue and wiping my nose and mouth, but I slammed his hand away

- What I made you do? Get out of my house and leave me alone - I yelled, but got silent as he slapped me

I wished I told Juice the truth, or at lest called him to actually come here.

- Shh, let me talk - I just nodded - look, we could start again, what do you think?

- I don’t think I’m ready for a new relationship, not with you.

- Not with me? - he put his hand on my throat and started squeezing - okay, but we don’t have to do it now, huh? - I felt my eyes watering - I can give you some time, just don’t treat me like air.

- Mark, you’re hurting me - I whispered underneath my breath

- Oh right - he pulled his hand back - sorry, love.

My phone started buzzing on the table, I tried to get it but just felt a hard punch on my ribs causing me to wrap my hands around my body.

- Who’s Juice? - he asked

- Just a friend, we work together - I forced a smile to calm him down

- Just a friend? - another punch - just a friend? - he yelled punching me again

- Yes - I said confidently

- Then why would you try to answer so fast? - another punch

I have to change my strategy before I cough my lungs out.

- I just wanted to mute, so no one will bother us.

- Oh, I’m sorry baby, you know I’m nervous sometimes.

- I know, it’s all right - I smiled, blood filling my mouth again

- So can we start again? You know I’m not like this. I have a hotel here, I’m staying for a while.

- That sounds good, but I need some rest now. You can call me tomorrow, how about that? We’ll figure something out.

He pulled me in and kissed my forehead. I felt tingling in my fingers, realising he was holding my wrists so tight I felt blood leaving my hands.

- I missed you. Glad you’re okay, I was afraid you’ll push me away again. I should go now - I felt the pressure around my wrists loosen - I’m so grateful I found you.

- How did you know where I live? - I asked before realising it will only make him stay longer

- Emily told me she talked to you before you moved.

Oh sure, fucking slut.

- I’ll go now, please don’t make me do things like that again. We’ll talk different tomorrow.

- Okay, see you then - I forced a smile and waited for him to leave so I can close the door

I sat on the couch and tried to settle my breath. While putting my fingers to my pulsing temple I felt it’s also wet and sticky. And how the fuck did that happen? I looked at my fingers covered in blood and just wished he’d really leave me alone today. I walked up to the sink to wash my hands and face, looked at the mirror. Bruises covering my neck and wrists, tried to take off my shirt to look at my ribs but couldn’t put my hands high enough so I just sat on the couch glad that it’s over and I’m all right. I remembered the times when he suddenly started being aggressive towards me and after that acted like nothing happened. That’s why I left him, that’s one of the reasons why I left LA. Focusing on what just happend I forgot about texting Juice, but when I heard knocking on my door my heart dropped.

- Y/n. Open the door please!

His scream made me shiver but I walked to the door opening it slowly. He bursted in and walked past me.

- Please don’t do that again, you can’t text me such shit and then just not answer my messages and calls, I was-

He got silent immediately when he looked at my face. Wandering around with his eyes he saw the tissues covered in blood on the coffee table.

- What the hell happened here?

I couldn’t answer, just fell into his arms feeling tears dripping on my cheeks. He gently walked me to the couch and sat close enough to wrap his hands around me in a comforting hug. He didn’t say anything, just hold me close stroking my arm lightly, waiting for me to calm down. When I started breathing normally I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, but immediately turned my head away when I felt my eyes watering again.

- Can you tell me what happened now?

- You want to hear the whole story or just todays one?

- Do we have time for the longer one? - he smiled gently encouraging me to speak

I told him everything about Mark. Starting at how we met during a race, our stormy relationship, his sudden change of attitude and finally about the breakup he couldn’t accept. Then I started about what happened today, but felt like I forgot half of it.

- So at least I was right about the toxic ex - he tried to sound funny but I heard his voice shaking - Why didn’t you tell me? Jesus, I should know, all the missed calls and messages, you flinched when I raised my voice. I should ask you about it, it’s obvious you won’t tell me.

- God, stop. Are you blaming yourself?

- Maybe a little. You should go with me, we have a doctor at the clubhouse, she should see this.

- I don’t need a doctor Juice.

He put his hand on my side which made me bring my knees up and hold them close to my chest.

- This looks like you need to see a doctor. Your nose is also not looking good.

- I don’t think it’s broken.

- Maybe it’s not, but Tara will do something about it. Let me help you, please - he sounded desperate at this point

- Okay, I’ll go.

- Then go and pack, I’ll help you but first I have to call Jax.

- Pack?

- You don’t think you’re staying here, do you?

I knew I couldn’t stay here but I was planning on getting a hotel room near Charming before I could find a house.

- I’m not homeless, I don’t need a shelter.

He just smiled at me and called Jax, I got up slowly and went to my bedroom to get the most important stuff. Juice joined me a few minutes later.

- Tara finishes her shift in about an hour, then she can come and see you, we’ll wait for her - I rolled my eyes - unless you want to go to a hospital?

- And what will I tell them?

- That you were attacked by a clowder of cats?

When we packed all the things I might need in the next few days I realised I’m still covered in blood in some places, it dried up making me feel pretty uncomfortable.

- I think I need to take a shower before we go - I said stroking my hair

- Really? - he put his face in his hands in an act of disbelief

- Really. I won’t go anywhere like that.

- As you wish princess, I’ll wait.

- Yeah, great. Can you help me with my shirt?

- You can’t put your hands up and still tried to refuse seeing a doctor?

- I just. I don’t want to go to your clubhouse okay, definitely not looking like that.

- We’re used to it, don’t worry.

- Used to bringing beat up hoes by another members? - I didn’t actually know why I reacted like that

I was really grateful Juice wanted to help me, I guess it was just my reaction about being so stressed lately. I automatically regretted saying that, waiting for him to take up the argument, but instead he came closer and lightly grabbed my hands.

- Y/n - he started softly - you’re not a hoe, nobody thinks you are. You shouldn’t think about yourself like that either. I know you’re stressed, but you know I just want to help.

- I know, I’m sorry…

- Don’t be sorry, just let me do what’s best for you now.

When I took a shower Juice helped me with my bags and we were ready to go. He stopped at the door and turned to me.

- Can we take your car? I’m not sure bike is a good option for our trip - he smiled

- Sure - I tossed him the keys - but you drive.

We walked out and I leaded him to my car, before he put the bags in the trunk he stopped and looked at it for a moment.

- A fucking challenger? You really were playing Fast and Furious back there.

I just laughed and got in the passenger sit, realising I’ve never sat here.

- I never let anyone drive it, it’s like my child, so you better be careful - I sent him a warning smile - you should feel honoured.

- Well, I am. Don’t worry, I won’t be speeding.

- Oh don’t be ridiculous, that’s what this car was made for. Just don’t hit any pedestrians or worse, a curb - I sent him a death stare and he just laughed before turning on the engine

- Wow - his smile was beautiful, especially when he was sitting here

I started getting more nervous as we entered Charming. Handling one biker was enough for me and meeting an entire charter sounded even worse. I met one, basically two of them and they seem nice, but I don’t think that’s really how they are. We pulled up in the parking lot around midnight. Juice helped me get my bag and we headed to the clubhouse. Silently I wished it’ll be empty since it was that late, but I was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t crowded, but when we entered, the hot smell of alcohol and cigarettes hit me as if I walked to a crowded bar in a big city. Everybody got quiet and all eyes were on me. Chibs stood up and walked to me, patting my shoulder lightly.

- Hello sweetie. I believe you looked better last time I saw you.

- Oh thanks, nice to see you too, now shove off - I said before thinking about it

At least I didn’t say fuck off.

- I knew you were a good one when I first met you - he laughed and went back to the couch

I looked around and saw that they’re not staring at me now, when I walked through the room everyone greeted me, like they actually were friendly. Juice told me to sit next to Chibs since I already knew him and he went to get Jax.

- Oh hello - said the man with curly hair I saw at the hospital - I’m Tig.

- I remembered that - I smiled lightly - I’m y/n.

- Well, so you’re Juice’s girl, huh?

- Okay, I don’t know what he told you, but we’re just friends - I was pretty annoyed by hearing it again, not knowing what Juice was saying about me

- Actually he told us nothing about you. We tried asking him but he only said that you’re from Lodi, nothing more. But now - his blue eyes wandered around my face and body, tracing all the visible bruises - what happened?

- Just a few scratches, Juice insisted that I should see a doctor so here I am, waiting for Tara.

- But who did it?

- Thanks for your worries Tig, but that’s not important.

- I’ll get you a beer, huh? - he smiled and walked up to the bar

Actually a beer is a good idea.

- Listen - I turned to Chibs immediately when I heard his voice - I know you’re not comfortable here and you don’t want to talk about it, but we need to know who did that. You’re a friend to a club now, we’ll help you.

- Juice helped me already - I shrugged my shoulders

- So you’re sure that this person won’t find you here?

- Uh, well - but I never finished

Juice came in with Jax and gave me a hand to help me get up.

- Jesus Christ… - Jax gently wrapped his hands around me as a welcome - Are you allright? Tara will be here soon, she’ll take care of you.

- I’m sorry Jax, I didn’t want to come here in her free time. I’m really grateful she’ll come.

- That’s not a problem.

- Now - Juice looked more serious then ever - can you give me your phone?

- My phone? Why do you need it?

- I need to make sure he won’t bother you again, your phone can help me find him. And don’t say you don’t want me to do that, I’ll find him either way, we can’t risk him coming back.

I didn’t know what to say, I never thought this could happen. Juice bringing me here should keep me safe.

- I’ll come with you - said a long haired man sitting at the table besides us, he greeted me with the warmest smile saying his name’s Bobby

- I’ll go too - said Chibs standing up slowly

- Count me in - Jax nodded looking at me

- If you have so many volunteers - Tig came back with our beers - I’ll stay here, keep an eye on the girls.

- Okay, so we’re all set - Jax smiled at me again - Tara will be here any minute, then we can go.

I sat on the couch, glued to Juice’s side when they were talking about some random shit, I couldn’t focus on the conversation thinking about what was going to happen. When all of them got in an argument about Tig’s hair I felt Juice’s eyes landing on me. Bringing my head up I looked at him and he put his hand on my cheek sending me a warming smile.

- Are you going to kill him? - I asked seriously, keeping my eyes on his

- We’ll do what’s necessary - he kissed my forehead

- Don’t do this - I shyly tried to push him away

- And why is that? - I looked around the room - I told you they don’t give a fuck.

And they actually didn’t. No one was even looking at us. I took a sip of my beer realising it’s almost empty.

- Another one? - Juice asked and I just nodded

When he left I looked around the room again, how can they all be so calm? My eyes stopped at a woman coming through the door. She also saw me, gave me a welcoming smile and came up to me.

- And you must be y/n. I’m Tara, nice to meet you. Let’s go clean you up.

She leaded me to a smaller room and closed the door. I looked around at the wooden table and chairs around it. Tara encouraged me to sit down and opened her bag, starting to clean the cuts on my face.

- I’m sorry you had to come here, I really wanted to do this myself but Juice got stubborn.

- Don’t worry, I help the club when I can, wanna tell me what happened?

I couldn’t say anything because the door opened and Jax came in saying that they’re ready to go. He gave Tara a kiss and told her to take care of me, after that he was gone and we stayed alone again.

- So? - she continued - it doesn’t look like a little fight with a friend.

She seemed so peaceful that I decided to shorten the story for her. She looked at me from time to time but never interrupted. When I finished she stopped for a moment and looked me in the eyes.

- I know what you’re going through, trust me. The guys will take care of him and you’ll be safe, it’ll be okay. Let them do what they have to, before it’s too late.

I didn’t know what to say, just kept looking at the door not wanting to catch her sight again.

- Good news, your nose is not broken, but it may bleed from time to time. And about your wrists-

- Oh, probably nothing happened, I’ve actually had problems with my wrists for a few years now.

- Yeah, I can see that, you should think about a surgery. None of your ribs are broken too, but it looks bad, so I’ll come again and see what’s going on in a few days. For now you’re okay - she smiled while packing her bag - I’m really sorry, wanted to stay with you but our babysitter called and I need to go home.

- Oh sure, you should be home right after you finished work. Thank you again for all you did for me, I really appreciate that.

She smiled and opened the door for me. I instantly came to sit with Tig since he was the only one here I “knew”.

- You look better now, hope you also feel that way - he handed me a beer

- Do you drink here all day long or is today any special?

- There are no limits about drinking here, don’t worry.

He was actually nice and pretty funny. All of them were, maybe it’s not going to be as bad as I thought. We talked for about 40 minutes before they came back and I actually enjoyed our conversation. I felt pretty safe here. That’s weird. When boys came through the door I felt shivers on my body. Knives and guns at their belts, bruises and scratches everywhere, they just looked scary.

- It’s all done, you don’t have to worry about him anymore - Jax said with a smile - but I think you should stay here, at least ‘till tomorrow.

- He’s right, come on - Juice got my bag and gave me his hand

I followed him through the hall and entered his room. It was much cleaner than I thought and kinda cozy. If you can say a room at a clubhouse is cozy. I went through my bag to find a T-shirt and matching shorts to sleep in. Juice helped me with a shirt and put my bag back on the floor.

- I’m going to take a shower now, you can change here. The covers are clean, don’t worry - he laughed as he closed the bathroom door behind him

I changed my jeans to shorts and crawled under the covers. The bed was much more comfortable that it looked, but maybe it was just because I was really tired. I tried not to drift away waiting for Juice to come back. When he finally opened the door quietly and made sure I’m not asleep he sat down next to me and grabbed my hand.

- You’re safe here y/n, everything will be fine. Aren’t you hungry?

- I don’t know.

- How can you don’t know? - he laughed softly

- I mean, I probably won’t eat anything, you know.

- Are you sure? I can get you something.

- I’m good - I felt my eyes closing

- Okay, so goodnight - I felt him getting up and opened my eyes again

- Are you not going to stay with me? - he froze

- Do you want me to stay?

- Well… - he raised his eyebrow - yeah, okay. I want you to stay.

He said nothing and laid down next to me, but still keeping some distance, so I decided to shorten it. Rested my head on his arm and smiled when he kissed my forehead again. That felt nice, I love feeling his body next to mine. He gently traced all my face features with his fingers, not leaving any detail, while I slowly fell asleep feeling his hot breath in my hair.

[jaxteller87]

A Sanctuary for Burning Hearts(big papa 10)

I had just gotten back from a run and decided to stop by the Clubhouse to check up on things. I had been out of Charming the past three days, and I left Tig in charge while I was gone. No big deal, I took care of everything before I left; all he had to do was make sure the place didn’t burn down until I got back. There was a party going on when I walked in, and amidst the chaos, a solitary pen perched on the edge of the bar caught my eye.

“Tiggy, did we get a beer shipment today?” I picked the pen up to look for a company name.

“I don’t think so, why?”

A sickening wave washed over me, and I felt the color drain from my skin. “Everyone out, now!” I shouted. One good thing about being VP is when you yell, everyone listens. It was a matter of seconds until the place emptied out.

“What’s going on?” Tig shot up from the barstool he was sitting on.

“Where’s Amber?” I grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“Dorm room,” Tig put his hands up like he was expecting me to hit him— leave it to Tig to actually let me if need be. Not this time, Tiggy.

“Amber, shit!” I yelled, bolting down the hallway. I burst through the door and saw her sleeping on the bed. She wasn’t supposed to be here when I was out of town. Not that she wasn’t allowed, but I run with bikers, and bikers aren’t the most trustworthy people. Not that any of SAMCRO would try anything, but you never know who we’re entertaining, how much alcohol they had, or what kind of drugs they’re on. Amber is my responsibility, and no one else’s, especially at the Clubhouse. Even so, most of the guys, especially Juice, Ope, and Tig, would break a few skulls for her if need be. Even so, I didn’t go out of my way to put any of them in that situation, at least not often.

“What the hell is going on, Jax?” she squealed as I slung her over my shoulder. “My chair! Don’t forget my—”

“No time!” my voice boomed off the walls. For a moment, I sounded like Clay when he was starting to lose his shit. Fuckin’ Clay— I’ll get to that in a minute. “Keep your eyes closed!”

“Jax?” I could hear the worry in her voice. I rushed through the Clubhouse like a coked-up bull in a China shop. I stepped out of the front doors and saw everyone gathering in the parking lot. I took a few more steps before our biker sanctuary exploded behind me. I saw the orange light from the burst reflect off the buildings in front of me, followed by a warm sensation. The gust from the explosion threw me into the air, but I was able to twist myself before landing, ensuring that I broke Amber’s fall with my body. We all watched as the Clubhouse went up in flames. I don’t know what happened while I was gone, but something told me this had Clay’s name written all over it. Oh, and guess who was on day three of their five-day stay in Belfast? That’s right, Mr. President himself, Clay Morrow.

The following morning, I had to go down to the burnt mess of a Clubhouse and talk to the fire chief. After that, the boys in blue stopped by and took some statements— but this wasn’t a Jonny Law matter, so they were basically just tickin’ boxes like good little bureaucrats. When I got back home, Amber was awake and packing a duffle bag. “Win a cruise or something?”

“Packing to leave. I’m doing what I’m told as an old lady,” she hissed.

Yeah, I deserved that smartass comeback. I tore into her on our way home last night, going as far as cursing her out for being at the Clubhouse instead of home. Not only was she there, but she fell asleep in the dorm during a SAMCRO party. I yelled and yelled, and she just took it. I told her that he needed to fall in line, pack a bag, and head to New York until things cooled down a bit. It wasn’t the impromptu NY trip that was the problem, but more in my delivery of how I suggested it.

“Jackson, I mean, really, what the hell?” she seethed.

Yeah, she’s still mad. She only calls me that when she’s furious. “I’m sorry, darlin’. Clay just has me lookin’ over my shoulder right now, and I admit I’m not thinking too clearly.”

“Has his greed really gotten that bad?” she stopped what she was doing and stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I sat on the bed in silence, unable to muster a response, just meeting her gaze.

“People could have died. It’s a damn good thing Donna and the kids weren’t there,” Amber took a deep breath, thoughts about what could have been trickled through her head.

“I know,” I murmured. There was no disputing that. “It’s a damn good thing nobody did die, too.”

“This time! Something’s gotta change, Jax. The Club, or us. Because there’s no way in hell I’m raising our kids in this violence. This wasn’t the dream we had all those years ago. The Club, yes, but not like this.”

Why did I get the sinking feeling that I was losing her? If it came down to it, I’d choose her every damn time.

With that, Amber rolled out of the room, bag in her lap, and into a taxi bound for Mary’s. I lit a cigarette and poured myself a glass of Scotch. I took a swig and sat on the bed, staring at my kutte slung over the chair. One thing was certain: I had a huge decision to make.

Amber’s POV

So, it’s been a few days since I’ve been crashing at Mary’s. I packed a bag and hightailed it out, Charming like Jax commanded. What a good little housewife I am; too bad that cocky piece of shit is too full of himself to notice. I was planning on getting a hotel, but Mary wouldn’t hear of it. I knew she would insist that I stay with her because we’re so alike, and it’s precisely what I would do in this situation.

“You sure you’re really at your wits’ end?” she asked, handing me another beer.

“I’m sure. You know what— do you think my old place is still up for rent?”

“Wow. It’s that serious, huh?”

“Absolutely, Mary!” I scoffed, “If Jax were a few minutes later than he was, my ashes would be spread across Charming right now.”

“Alright, fine. So what, do you think you could get your old job back?” Mary cracked open a beer of her own and sat down at the table.

“I left a message for my old boss, I told him he can call me here. I hope that’s okay,” I sipped my frosty beverage.

“You’re really serious? Throwing the Cali life all away, huh? No more masquerading around as the King and Queen of Charming?” Mary chuckled. “Never thought I’d hear that out of you.”

“Ha ha,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m dead serious. The violence has spiraled out of control. I mean, it’s always been rough, but I mean, come on. And if I’m going to dance with the devil and almost meet my maker, I sure as shit don’t want to be catching holy hell from my husband because he can’t articulate his words in the face of danger. Whoever set that bomb didn’t care who they killed. Hell, half the Sons weren’t even there— there were a bunch of crow eaters, hangarounds, and some nomads—”

“I’m not even going to pretend I know what any of that bike slang is,” Mary chugged half her beer and slammed it down on the table. “But when it comes to danger, Jax is usually Mister Joe Cool.”

“Yeah, I guess. I kid you not; it’s been a solid two months since he’s come home without blood on his clothes. Keeping that kind of stuff pent up takes its toll on a man,” I confided. “And Club rules say I’m not allowed to ask why. Sometimes, I try to inquire anyway, just to get hit with the ‘I’m better off not knowing’ quip.”

“You’d seriously leave Teller?” Mary raised an eyebrow.

I paused, pondering the question. Would I? No, deep down, I didn’t want to. But my safety was important to me, and if it meant dragging him back with me, I would. It was something I swore I’d never do — make him choose between me and the Club. But this was a different time, a different Club than the one that we rode for years ago.

Out of nowhere, a red bird flitted into view, perching itself on a nearby tree branch. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as we sat in the kitchen, my decision weighed heavily on my mind.

Jax’s POV

I knocked on Mary’s front door, the chaos of recent days finally subsiding enough for me to make the trip to New York and see if I still had a wife waiting for me.

“Hey there, Jackson,” Mary greeted me with a smile as she answered the door.

“Is she here?” I asked anxiously, bracing myself for the fallout.

Mary nodded. 

“How much trouble am I in?”

“A lot,” Mary frowned. “I don’t know if trouble is the word I would use, though, but you definitely have some baggage to work through, that’s for sure.”

“Amber, Look who the cat dragged in,” Mary announced as we entered the kitchen. “It’s the piece of shit.”

“Whoa,” I reared back. “What’s with the name-calling?”

“Oh, sorry— that’s been your nickname the past few days,” Mary winked at me. I knew she was just breaking the tension the only way she knew how, with her sarcastic assertivieness.

“Hey, Amber,” I greeted her with a smile.

“I’ll leave you guys to it. I’m gonna take Lady for a walk. Beer’s in the fridge. If you drink it all, Teller, you owe me a case,” Mary said, glancing down at her dog before disappearing out the door.

“I’m sorry,” I began, taking a seat at the table. “I should never have yelled at you, especially like that.”

“You’re right; you shouldn’t,” Amber smirked. We had a little conversation and about thirty minutes later, Mary had returned with some subs.

We sat down to a nice dinner, catching up with Mary as we ate. After a few more minutes of conversation, we made our excuses and headed back to the hotel I had booked earlier. Mary offered for us both to stay at her place, but the apartment was already a little tight and I didn’t want to impose. Plus, it’s been a few days since I’ve spent any time with my wife, so I was looking for something a little more intimate. 

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, nuzzling my face into Amber’s bare neck.

“I know, that’s what makes this so hard,” she admitted softly. “Jax, what are we gonna do?”

“I’m ready to pack up and drag you back to Charming with me,”  I said sternly. She chuckled at the remark, but her eyes were still full of doubt.

“I mean, this is a deal-breaker for me, and that’s incredibly upsetting. I told myself years ago I’d never make you choose,” I confessed. I could feel the weight of my allegiance to the Club pulling against my allegiance to my marriage.

“Well, back then, the Club wasn’t as cutthroat as it is now. We didn’t have as much to worry about. A few stray bullets here and there, I mean, I get it— you’re a biker in a big biker gang, but Jax— they blew up the Clubhouse and half the garage. If you weren’t—”

“I know baby, I—”

“Just listen! If you weren’t there, the bodycount would have been over two dozen. And only seven Sons. Whoever did that wasn’t trying to kill you; they were trying to hurt you by killing your friends and family!”

“You’re not wrong,” I agreed with everything she was saying. “This isn’t one of those pass-the-blame moments, but everything that’s happened, all the added violence— Clay’s been dabbling in something, and I have no idea what.”

“I mean, can’t Bobby or hell, Piney, talk some sense into the old man?” Amber suggested.

“They tried, apparently. But Clay just won’t listen. Piney even threatened him with some philosophical ‘what ifs’, but that didn’t do the trick either.”

“That could have been your Mom in there, Jax. They could have killed Gemma—”

“They could have killed you,” I took her hand. “Please don’t leave me,” I whispered, kissing her bare shoulder tenderly.

“I’m not,” she whispered back. “But something’s gotta be done, babe. I’d like to start trying for a family soon.”

“Oh, really? Well, in that case, may I suggest some practice?” I smirked, glancing down at our entwined bodies.

“Maybe,” she smirked back, running her finger over my cheek.

“I went to the doctor a few weeks ago. I know my disability is not genetic, but I wasn’t sure if it would take me a little longer to get pregnant. And my doctor said no. All things considered, I’m in pretty good health. He said that anytime I wanted to stop taking the pill, we’re good to go.”

“So... have you?” I asked, curiosity burning in my chest.

“Have I what?”

“Stopped taking the pill?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that without talking to you first. What kind of croweater do you take me for, Jackson Teller?”

“My apologies,” Jax blushed, “you know how the culture is.”

“Yeah, alright,” I flicked his nipple. “Anyway, I had a little plan... Have a nice dinner, a movie maybe, then talk about it. And see what happened from there,” she chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Well, I would say once everything calms down, because you’re right, trying to have a baby now would be...”

“Stupid?”

“I was going to say less than ideal,” I admitted, “but stupid works.”

“Are you ready for a little Teller running around?” she giggled.

“Ain’t nobody ready for that, darlin’.”

[neurotypical-sonic]

anyways here's a normal ask for you I think sonic would be really good at a game called silent catch which is a game I used to play as a kid and it was like catch but you had to be silent and also you could get eliminated. I think he'd get near like 4th to 1st place everytime but occasionally hed just accidentally talk and get eliminated really early on. or like right at the last second he talks

I think tails isn't very good at catching but he joins in anyways

also have a nice day :D

OOOOH YOU MEAN LIKE TAG OR TIGGY the game "catch" has always just been throwing a ball back and forth for me and I was so confused trying to figure out how that'd work shzjdj

but yeah no absolutely!! also he'd have to go slow enough that no one could hear the sonic boom or rush of wind akskdkd and I think that sonic doesnt really think about a lot of his actions before doing them (adhd) so if he finds something funny he is automatically laughing. knuckles trips over and sonic barks out a "HAH" and immediately gets eliminated

maybe they all play gang up tiggy. where if the one whos "it" tags you then now you're both "it", and last one standing wins. they make a whole event from it, it spans over several days and the entire planet

and ty 😭

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hi There! Hope you are well!

I would love to see what you do with some Possessive, Hand on neck, Edging for one Mr. Chibs Telford!

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A New Dress

Contains: Fluff, smut, kink negotiation, consent, possessive behaviour, and on neck, edging, oral sex M and F receiving, finger, P in V, aftercare

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Chibs loves the new dress he bought you.

"What are you smiling about Telford?" He walked up to you and ran his hand over the skirt, it was tight and decorated with black lace that turned into a simple bodice.

"I love this dress, when I saw it in the store I knew it would look good but there's no way I thought it would look this good. You look like something out of a wet dream." You felt warm all over, his praise still managing to make you weak in the knees, "I almost don't want you to leave the house."

You sighed, "well you should have some to that conclusion then minutes ago, we'll be late if you want me to change again."

Chibs smiled, "alright then lass, but I can't be held responsible for what's going to happen if I have to watch you walk around wearing it all night."

"That doesn't worry me."

He smiled, "well then, we have a party to get to.

You got to the Clubhouse, Juice giving you a quick hug while Chibs watched on. "What?" The look on his face was strange.

"People are staring." He didn't sound upset, it was just a statement.

"Yes, you picked very well." Chibs looped his arm around your shoulder and walked you inside, his hand squeezing your upper arm, "be good, you're riling me up now."

You smiled, "yep, what are you going to do about it?" He shook his head, smiling as he walked with you to the bar.

"Nothing now, but if you keep this up, I'll be doing something about it tonight." He tapped the bar and the prospect slid across two whiskies, Chibs taking his glass and raising it against yours, "cheers lass." You clinked the glasses and downed the fluid in one go. Chibs smiled, "I'm so lucky."

"Really, because I can hold my liquor? You have very low standards." Chibs smirked, placing his hand on your leg,

"Nah lass, there's a lot more about you than you holding your liquor." You leaned in and kissed him, Chibs returning it through a smile. He pulled back only to kiss you again, his lips soft against yours.

"We can't sit here and kiss all night, we do need to socialise with people." Chibs pecked your lips again, "I know, Juicy Boy should be over soon anyway."

****

"I like your dress." You could tell Happy was trying to be complementary but his tone was always so him that it felt like he was making a thinly veiled threat.

"Thank you Hap, Chibs bought it for him." Happy smiled, turning to his friend.

"Yeah, now stop making eyes at my woman Lowman." Happy huffed and smiled at you one last time before walking away to talk to someone else.

"What was that about?" Chibs' hand moved from just above your knee to your upper thigh.

"You're mine." His voice was low and rough as he spoke into your ear. His beard scratching your face as his lips brushed your ear, "and I think I need to prove that to you, again, so we should go home."

"Nah, the night is still young, you'll just have to wait." He smiled, it was almost sinister.

"You're going to regret saying that to me lass."

****

It took Tig making a comment for Chibs to snap, "you should get it in red too, I like red." You sighed, knowing Tig meant no harm, he was clueless, not malicious but Chibs didn't see it that way.

"Well I like it in black, so I bought it in black. Now shut up Tiggy."

You put your hand on his shoulder, "alright then, you've clearly got your panties in a twist, I think it's time we head home." All of a sudden, everyone knew what was going on, Chibs had bought you a pretty dress and now regretted letting anyone else see you in it.

He smirked at you then put his hand on your shoulder, "I think that's a good idea." With a quick goodbye, you were off. You got home in a flash then Chibs was grabbing your arm and all but dragging you to the bedroom. "Get on your knees." There was part of you that wanted to say no, to tell him to make you but the look on his face told you that would have been a bad idea.

"Don't make me wait any longer lass, because the longer I wait, the longer you wait." You placed your hands on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt then running your index finger down the middle where the shirt's edges met.

"Now lass." You pressed your lips to his neck and dropped to the floor, playing with his belt then undoing it and removing his jeans and boxers, his cock springing out, hard and leaking, "well, get to it." You pulled his jeans and boxers all the way his body first, Chibs' hand coming to stoke your face with love and affection before he took your hand and placed it on his thigh.

"Pinch if you need to me to stop yeah?" You nodded then took your free hand and wrapped it around the base while you brought your lips to the head, kitten licking at first before sucking the head into your mouth while Chibs' head craned backwards in pleasure.

His hand held your head, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks as you sucked him further into your mouth, your hand reaching up to the part of him that was too large for you to swallow down. You were stuck between taking his hand to link it with yours and reaching down to roll his balls.

You decided on the first one, reaching up to hold his wrist then his hand once Chibs understood what you were asking for. He squeezed with appreciation, his thumb pressing firmly into the back of your hand.

"There you go, now you're being good for me." The urge to pull away and sass was almost unbearable but Chibs had a lot of patience and he had already threatened to draw it out. You hummed, and the vibrations travelling up his shaft had him grunting while the hand on your head moved down and gripped your shoulder as his hips picked up speed.

You pulled your hand from his, Chibs pausing for a second to wait to see if you were going to ask him to stop before grunting like an animal when your hand lifted his balls closer to his body. He was moaning your praises as he got closer to the edge, pushing your head closer to his body as his hand clenched around your shoulder.

It didn't hurt but you knew there would be fingertip bruises the next morning, he made one particular grunt and you knew the end was near, pulling him into your mouth as far you could as he came down your throat. He took a few moments to gather himself, then he was wrenching you up off the gournd up your arm and stepping back, stripping himself of his kutte and shirt.

"Remove your clothes." Again, the urge to backtalk was hard to resist, maybe with an orgasm in him, he would be more merciful but you knew it would also make him more patient and you didn't want that. You stepped back, shifting like you were going to give him a strip tease before running your hands from your upper chest to the hem of the dress.

You thumbed your stocking then slid them off your legs, moving to the back of the dress to unzip it before letting it fall from your form as you stepped out of it and closer to Chibs. The bra went next, making a show of dropping the straps, popping it open and pinching it between two fingers then flicking it at him.

Your panties were the last to go, Chibs licking his lips as he sat at the end of the bed to watch the show. You swayed your hips and Chibs' fingers ached to touch you, you stood between his knees as you slid them off your body and he followed your hands the whole way.

"How do you want me my love?" Chibs smiled and tapped his bare thighs.

"Right here." You climbed into his lap and he took your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss you hard while you leaned into his body. He fell back into the bed, taking you with him as he ran his hand up and down your back. In a flash, you were being flipped onto your back. His teeth found your neck as he nipped the skin.

"Are you going be to good for me?" You nodded, "good, what are you going to say if you want me to stop?"

"I'm going to tell you to stop." He smiled, his lips becoming soft as they moved down your body.

"Now you made me wait tonight so I'm going to return the favour." He made his way downwards and lifted your legs over his shoulders, stroking your thighs as he brought you in close. He licked a long, warm strip from your entrance to your clit, then wrapped his lips around you with a moan, pulling back for a moment to praise you again.

"You're so wet for me lass, it almost makes me want to drag this out even more." Before you could respond, he slid two fingers inside you, his rings cold against your skin as he rubbed your G-spot like a man on a mission. You feel yourself grow warm as his tongue found your clit, your head pushing back into the pillows as pleasure filled your body.

"Oh God, please don't torment me too much." He chuckled against you and you wove your hands into his hair, pulling him closer. It didn't take long for you to reach the edge but just as Chibs said, he was going to make you wait. He stopped, waiting for a beat for the bliss to fade before diving back in.

He wasn't in the mood to take it easy on you and you were regretting sucking his dick as well as you did, maybe if he was still hard, your legs wouldn't be shaking around his head while he denied you. "Chibs please." His soft chuckle was his only reply.

You drew in a sharp breath as he started again, the time between pauses shrinking. He seemed to enjoy the way your fingers pushed into his scalp. "Please, I'll be good, I'm sorry I made you wait." That seemed to do it because the next time you reached the edge, he didn't stop. Your vision went white as you came, arching off the bed while he did his best to hold you down.

He slowed as you came down, bringing you back to earth with soft brushes of his fingertips and gentle kisses from his lip. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and kissed his way back to your lips, pressing his forehead to yours and he caught his breath, "you want more lass?"

"Please, please I need you." He grinned, the scars on his face only going to accentuate his smile. He grabbed his cock and run it up and down your slit, taking in your smile as the go ahead to slide himself inside you with a grunt. His hips slammed into you, seemingly just as desperate to cum as you were. He buried his face in your neck, wrapping one arm around your body to lift you to him as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He pulled back, resting on his elbow while the opposite hand held your face. He leaned down to kiss you and you smiled, twitching your head away, Chibs tried again and with a giggle, you pulled away again. You could see him holding back his laugh before wrapping his hand around your neck to keep you still so he could kiss you.

His hand was so warm as his thumb rubbed back and forth in a soothing motion, you got lost in the kiss and with one last thrust, you contacted around him, Chibs grunting like he was dying as he followed you. He felt on top of you, resting his weight on you as you caught your breath.

He rolled off you, taking you with him and pulling you into his arms, "how was that?"

You smiled, "great." He nuzzled into your neck, pressing kisses to your throat.

"You need anything lass?" You took a deep breath, you were very hungry.

"Can we order pizza?" You turned your head to look at the alarm clock, "we still have time to get it from the fancy place on main."

"Done, extra cheese?" He knew you so well.

"Oh, yes please." He smiled and tapped your butt cheek then pushed you up gently.

"Go and clean up and I'll order, I'll be right here when you get back." You got up and headed to the shower, hearing Chibs' voice the whole time, once he was done ordering he pizza, he turned his attention to you.

"I think I'm going to get you another dress, maybe in blue this time, would you like that."

You spoke over the running water, "you don't need to do that but I do like blue."

You heard him come closer, his head appearing in the doorway, "then a blue dress it is."

Fin

[lovelyraven24]

This is my first time writing fanfiction😊 hope you guys like it!

SAMCRO’s Princess

The radio was blaring as I rounded the curb heading straight into Charming. I never would have thought I’d be back here as I let out a deep breath and pulled into the Teller-Morrow parking lot. I shifted my 1970 Chevelle into park, climbed out and started walking towards the clubhouse. It felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest as I walked through the doors. It had been so long since I was here. I stopped walking when I noticed Jax, he had changed since the last time I saw him. He froze the moment his eyes landed on me.

“Shiloh,” Jax said softly as he walked towards me and pulled me into a tight hug. I smiled as I hugged him back.

“It’s good to see you, Sis,” Jax said as he pulled away from the hug.

“It's good to be home,” I told him as I wiped away my tears.

“Come on, let's go inside, everyone is gonna be happy to see you,” Jax said as I followed him into the clubhouse. Everything was just like I remembered it, not much had changed. Opie was the first to come over, he pulled me into a giant hug as he picked me up off the floor a bit.

“SAMCROW’s Princess has returned,” Opie said as he put me back down.

“It’s good to see you, Ope,” I told him.

“What is going on out here?” I heard Clay say annoyed. He smiled big when he saw me.

“Hi,” I told him as he yanked me into a hug and kissed the top of my head.

“I can't believe it.. We thought you were never coming back” Clay said softly.

“I’m so sorry I left..” I told Clay as he shook his head.

“ You have nothing to be sorry about sweetheart,” Clay said, I was about to speak when I noticed Tig. He looked the same. He walked towards me and stopped right in front of me. “ Shy” Tig said softly as his hand came up to brush the hair away from my eyes. I broke instantly the moment he said my nickname, the nickname only he ever called me. I wrapped my arms around him as he held me close.

“I’m home Tiggy” I said as he pulled away. Tig smiled down at me.

“It’s so good to see you again,” Tig told me.

“It’s good to see you too,” I told him as his thumb came up and wiped away my tears. I’ve always had a soft spot for Tig, he was always there for me when I needed him. I still remember all those times we used to sit on top of the roof of the clubhouse and just talk for hours. I knew it shattered his world when I left.

“I have so many questions, doll,” Tig said as I stared at him for a few moments.

“I wanna tell you everything but just not right now. I’ll tell you in due time” I told him as he nodded. I turned around just in time to see Mom come through the doors.

“My sweet girl,” Mom said as she held my face in her hands.

“You have no idea how much I've missed you,” She said softly.

“I've missed you too mama,” I told her as she led me to the couch and we both sat down.

“Where have you been all these years?” My mother asked me.

“Florida mostly,” I told her, we talked for a little bit before she had to go by the hospital to check on Abel. I had no idea, Jax became a father. I had missed so much since I was away. I regretted leaving all those years ago.

I was sitting outside at the picnic table watching people come and go. I started to reminisce and it took me back.

~Flashback~

Shiloh age 15

Tig age 35

The stars were so bright as I lay and watched the sky above me as I lay on the roof of the clubhouse.

“Shy! Are you up there?” I heard Tig yell from below. I didn't answer as I continued to watch the stars. I heard him climb up.

“What's on your mind doll?” Tig asked as he sat beside me. I looked over at him as I let out a deep sigh.

“Just thinking and watching the stars,” I told him.

“Thinking is dangerous you know,” Tig said as he looked up at the stars as well.

“Do you think my dad suffered when he died?” I asked him softly. Tig looked at me for a moment before he finally answered.

“No doll, he didn't suffer,” Tig told me. I started to cry, Tig pulled me into his arms as he kissed my forehead.

“It's gonna be okay. I’m here for you always” Tig said as he looked up at the stars.

~End Of Flashback~

[keyh0use]

Your SOA/OBX fanfic is my Roman Empire! And I love your writing, and I can't wait for you to update it!

But I gotta ask what made you come up with the idea? Like just watching both shows around the same time? Or, like, did you have other SOA fanfic ideas in mind? I gotta know your inspiration for it!

Also, thank you for the follow back! ❤️

Sorry, I spam like your posts, too! 😭

oh wow that's so sweet 🥺

SOA is my favorite show and I'm constantly re-watching it, and rafebarry is my favourite ship so they just naturally overlapped in my mind when I was writing about Rafe, Topper and Kelce's dynamic. In fanfiction it's whatever we make it, but he's pretty alone in canon, besides Barry.

So I started imagining what it would be like if he had people all his own, not ones that wanted to get with his sister or wanted his money or wanted his compliance, etc. that he would constantly have to worry about losing. My original rafebarry SOA AU was about Rafe running away to the south side to hide from Ward and being picked up by the scruff of the neck like the lost little kitten he is by Gemma, who loses her shit at a boy a couple years younger than her own being mistreated and well, Clay goes to have a chat with Ward. I never finished it but the idea was Rafe would grow straight into SAMCRO alongside Jax, who was like a big brother. I think under Gemma and Clay he would've been a completely different person, I mean imagine how far Rafe could go with a father (figure) telling him how proud he is of him. In this scenario I wasn't sure which direction to take Barry, though.. I considered making him a Mayan but they aren't as lax with their rules as the Sons, so I don't think that would work. Like I think the Sons would allow Rafe to live quietly with his roommate Barry but other MCs wouldn't. Just my piece.

I gave up on that story and started working on Delicate after listening to White Buffalo - House of the Rising Son from season 4, which screamed SOA Rafe to me. I won't bore you by picking apart all the lyrics but "my sweetheart, he's a rambler. Lord, he rides an old machine." stuck with me, especially because it's sung by another man.

I wasn't sure about the story at first but it was exciting thinking about Barry and Rafe seeing eachother after all those years, so much tension between them that they have no choice but to keep distance or they'll lose it, end up fighting or whatever. They haven't even bumped shoulders or brushed hands or knocked knees. But then Barry's on break getting lunch at some hole in the wall sandwich shop and there's Rafe and some big, scary-ass biker talking and then biker guy leans in and kisses Rafe's temple?! Cradles Rafe's face?! And then all the scenarios I could throw them into; lockdown at the clubhouse is my fav!! just the idea of Barry being holed up with all the Sons families, having no clue what's going on but not being allowed to leave is so 😋😋 like he gets bossed around by rafe a lot in delicate and I actually love it where usually I prefer it the other way around, badass biker Rafe is just different. but also a fundraiser at Barry's garage because his coworkers mom needs treatment and Rafe has the Sons show out for it, which is all fine and cool but there's a girl all over Barry, so Rafe stands off to the side with a scowl while Happy & Tiggy talk about how they'd love to help solve the problem. There were so many outlandish positions I felt comfortable writing them into in this AU which was so fun and refreshing.

It was also a way to work out my own feelings towards Barry's betrayal and the alternative route the show could've taken, where Rafe does time for his crime (despite getting out early, obviously, but that's solely based off being in the MC) and has to deal with how he feels afterwards, about what happened between them and about Barry in general, dodging his father and his past at the same time. While also working out my feelings for SOA, putting my observations into Rafe so I can flesh them out properly, like how significant some of the losses were or how unfair their lives are or the downfall of certain characters.

Thanks for this ask!! I loved getting to talk about this <3 and don't apologize about the spam, I don't mind (:

[ravennaortiz]

Chapter 16 of the Juice and OC Stormie Rayne story.

Warnings: As always this is an 18+ story. General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing, smut etc. Mention of child abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault/harassment are in some chapters.

Tag List @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @youngadult9016

"Uncle Juice" called Isabella as she stepped into the garage led by a laughing Piney.

"Sup kiddo?" asked Juice wiping his hands off as he knelt in front of the little girl.

"We need to talk about my mommy" stated Isabella seriously. Her arms crossed as she tapped her foot and stared him down. "Oooooo sounds like your in trouble" teased Tig as he looked from Isabella to Juice.

Juice chuckled before responding. "What about your mommy?"

"Do you like her?" asked Isabella as she pulled out a pencil and notebook.

"Yes" replied Juice watching her nod and write in the notebook.

"Lot of writing for a one word answer" stated Tig with a laugh.

"Quite Uncle Tiggy. I'm investigating" asserted Isabella shooting him a glare that only made the men laugh.

"I feel like I might need a lawyer" joked Juice before Isabella turned back to him.

"Do you think she is pretty?" asked Isabella as she looked up at him.

"I do. I think she is very pretty" replied Juice with a soft smile.

"I see" replied Isabella as she mulled over his answer. "Do you think she is the prettiest mommy in the world?" she asked next her eyebrow raised.

"I think so. What do you think?" replied Juice as he turned the tables.

"Duh, she is" replied Isabella as she rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath as she shook her head and wrote in her notebook.

"Will you always watch spongebob with me and read me the biker princess book when you are over?" she asked as she kept writing without looking up at him.

"Of course." replied Juice honestly as he felt a warmth in his chest as he watched the little girl write and nod.

"Alright. This is for you" stated Isabella as she ripped out a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Lets go find Uncle Kip" demanded Isabella as she took Pineys hand and led him back out of the garage.

Juice couldn't help but tear up a little as he read over the scribbles.

-Isabella ok Uncle Juice liking mommy-

He carefully folded the note and put it in his wallet for safe keeping. He wouldn't lie he had been nervous about Isabella accepting the change with him and Stormie. He didn't want her to feel replaced or like she was less. He knew this was a concern of Stormie's as well since Isabella had never seen her in a relationship before.

Gemmas words from a couple months ago rang in his mind as he got back to work. -You guys would make a cute little family- He had never thought much on it before. Now that he had the opportunity to have it he wasn't letting it slip through his fingers without a fight.

Later that night

"Heard you had a interview today" joked Stormie as she joined him on one of the couches in the clubhouse.

"It was brutal" replied Juice as he grinned at her and pulled her in close to him making her smile.

"Does that bother you at all?" inquired Jax as he tipped his beer bottle towards Juice and Stormie cuddled up on the couch talking and laughing.

Half-Sack glanced up before taking his shot as he shook his head. "Nah. He's good for her and vice versa".

Jax simply nodded before going back to the pool game.

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