#father and son is ez

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every ship needs to be incest in at least one dimension so

i enjoy coming up with convoluted ways to make jl related

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This episode was better than last but it’s still fuck Ezekiel Lorenzo Reyes atp AND time!

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Making Memories: Angel Reyes x Reader (feat: EZ Reyes, Felipe Reyes)

Tagging: @witches-unruly-heart @fleureeee @keyweegirlie @infinity-mars @danzer8705

Secret - You keep a secret from Angel.

Traditions - You and Angel make your own traditions this Christmas.

Home - Felipe knows your pregnant.

Angel’s worried, he’s worried because you haven’t spoken a word since the two of you have gotten home from the hospital and Angel doesn’t know how to fix it. He doesn’t know what you need, how to help you, he doesn’t even know how to help himself because that grief you’re feeling, he’s feeling it too.

It’s an ache in his chest, an acute pain that throbs through his entire body as he looks at you, curled up on the couch, your gaze fixated on the TV. You’re not watching the movie that Felipe’s left on, not really. Your gaze is distant, you knees tucked up underneath you. He wants to reach out and touch you but you feel so far away right now.

You don’t acknowledge him when he puts the mug of tea down on the end table alongside of you, not even when he takes up residence on the couch beside you, his palms pressed between his knees.

“Say something.” He pleads. “Please Lila…”

“I feel so empty.” You say softly, your eyes focused on the screen as your palm comes to rest on the space your son used to reside. “One minute he was there and the next…”

You’d miscarried tonight.

You’d been pregnant with his son Antonio for almost five months before he was snatched away from you. The bleeding had started a couple of hours ago, you’d known immediately that something was wrong, it was at the hospital they confirmed it. Your beautiful boy was gone.

“I can’t do this again.” You whisper, shaking your head. “I don’t want another baby.”

“We don’t have to.” Angel murmurs as he wraps his arms around you and gathers you up close. “This little family we have right now, I promise you, it’s enough.”

***

You have a memory quilt, it’s one that your Grandmother sewed during the final months of her life. It’s draped at the bottom of the bed you share with Angel for the colder nights you have in Santo Padre. It’s made of different fabrics, aspects of your history she’d collected throughout the years. You’d been thinking of making one for Valeria out of the baby clothes she was quickly growing out, you’d planned to do the same for baby Antonio after he was born.

It's past midnight when Felipe finds Angel in the garage, moving boxes of junk around. You’ve been asleep for hours at this point, in the chair in Valeria’s bedroom. You sleep there a lot recently, dozing off as you watch the raise and fall of her chest.

“Angel.” Felipe says, his voice gruff as he studies the chaos of the garage. His son is standing in the midst of it all, wearing a white wifebeater and black basketball shorts. His hair is ruffled, sticking up in all directions. “Angel what are you doing?”

“I need mom’s sewing machine.” He tells Felipe as he moves another box out of the way. “There’s something I need to do.”

“You need the sewing machine? At midnight?” Felipe questions and Angel sighs before turning to face his father.

“Lila is struggling.” He tells his father. “She feels like a part of her is missing, she doesn’t know how to move on and I think I have a way to help with that, I just…”

He trails off, expecting reproach.

“You need to find the sewing machine.” Felipe says instead as he steps into the garage and begins to shift some boxes. “The last time I saw it, it was over here.”

***

The problem they discover is that neither of them know how to sew. Angel thought it would be a plug and play situation and Felipe thought because he’s watched his wife do it so many times, he’d be able to do the same thing. The truth is it’s a lot more complicated than either of them realised.

It’s EZ that comes to the rescue, EZ  the boy scout, EZ who spent eight years in prison mending orange jumpsuits and sewing new ones as part of his ‘rehabilitation’.

The three of them fall into an easy rhythm. Felipe and Angel cut out the shapes, organising them whilst EZ uses the sewing machine to bind the pieces together. You’re up in Yuma at the moment, helping Manny set up the new pot farm. Angel thinks some time away will be good for you, that it’ll give you some space to work through your feelings.

“This looks like your old sheets.” EZ remarks, picking up a scrap of fabric during a break from the sewing machine.

Filipe’s making them coffee while Angel cradles his daughter Valeria to his chest, feeding her with a bottle.

“It is.” Angel tells him, wiping the spit up from around his daughter’s mouth with a towel. “This whole things a memory blanket. Valeria’s baby grows, Antonio’s things, the first time we…”

EZ drops the plaid fabric and Angel rolls his eyes.

“I’ve washed them since them.”

It takes them three days to finish the quilt. They work diligently, putting the whole thing together and when they’re done Angel can’t quite believe what they’ve managed to accomplish. It’s a patchwork of your relationship, your family. There’s pieces of him and the kids, but there’s swatches of Felipe, and EZ too. They’ve even managed to incorporate a shirt of his mother’s into the design.

“That looks good right?” He asks the other men as he holds it up for them to see. “I mean we did a great job?”

“Yea.” Felipe says, his voice a little rough because that’s his family right there, laid out on that quilt. “I think Lila’s going to love it.”

***

You’re tired when you get home that night, bone achingly so. Angel can see it as he takes your bag from you at the door. You smell like kush when he holds you and it takes him back to the early days, before Valeria, when the two of you were a little wild. He lets you get settled on the couch before he brings out the quilt. He doesn’t say anything, he just drapes it across your lap before he sits down alongside of you and gathers you close.

Your finger run over the fabrics, Valeria’s baby clothes, Antonio’s sleepsuit, your fingers come to linger on the plaid before you tilt your head towards him and say.

“Angel, did you make me a fuck quilt?”

You laugh then and it’s a rich, lovely sound that resonates through his entire being. It’s been a while since he’s heard that noise and he knows in that moment that despite the tragedy you’ve suffered, the two of you, you’re going to be alright.

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Respectfully requesting an Aegon fic ♡

A couple weeks ago we were having a conversation about chubby Aegon and I threw this idea at you -

I'd love to read a story where reader is short and super slender, and people have told her that it's unattractive for a lady, that she needs to get thicker to be able to bear children for the king. And when chubby King Aegon sees her for the first time he's like "she's too sweet and precious, I want her as my queen".

Would you be willing to write something like that? Love you ♡

Existence of a Woman.

PAIRING: Chubby!King!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,156.

WARNINGS: bullying, mentions of low self-esteem, misogyny, fatphobic comments/references, body contrast/size kink if you squint.

A/N - EZ I love our little convos, seriously you have no idea how happy you make me 🤍 this was an absolute pleasure to write xoxox hope you love it! and same to nonnie, I’ve just meshed the two incredible ideas together!!!

It was sheer anguish, having constantly been surrounded by the disheartening commentary regarding your own body. A body you were born and had grown into with much appreciation everyday for your vital health. A body that had no lesser value than the bodies of other ladies and women alike, and yet, yours was frowned upon relentlessly.

You may not have naturally had the adequate width of child bearing hips, nor the lustrous curves in all the right regions. Your breasts may not have been voluptuous enough, that your mother often worried if you would even be able to produce the Mother’s milk to provide for your own babe.

To make matters even more frustrating, you were in constant comparison and competition with your elder sisters. Their bodies, their curves, their bosom, in contrary to your own, had been approved since their maidenhood had struck. Praised by your own mother, your sisters were ignorant to the constant scrutiny you had endured for so long.

Bickering words from the ladies of the court, from your very own kin, were ruthless enough for bloodshed.

“You are far too slender my dear, and far too small to bear a child to full term. Eat, my dear. Are you certain you eat?”

“You must look promising for your husband, dearest. Or else he may have no desire nor purpose for you much longer… Women like yourself are often tossed aside, becoming a burden to their families.”

“The Gods have blessed your sisters with such elegance and beauty… Mayhaps, your spurt is somewhat delayed. Continue to do your prayers, and the Gods may be merciful.”

It was the endless scrutiny that made it unbearable to exist. You had tried many times to grow oblivious to such comments, yet counting your long, dull days, the voices grew louder and louder, more prominent as you reached a mature age to marry.

“Just as your sisters are, we plan to have you wed before the Winter. Although, be warned your sisters being older will come to priority first. Mayhaps we might be able to spare one year for you to, uh, ripen.”

Nonetheless, when your family had unexpectedly been bestowed a welcoming invitation to King’s Landing to attend a royal celebratory feast in honour of the name-day of their elder, royal son, Prince Aegon the Second, your family humbly yet more so keenly accepted. In a matter of days, your entourage assembled and necessities readied, you were on your way to the city: although this being your second trip, you could barely string a memory to thought, as you were only just a child the first time around.

Now a young woman of age twenty-and-one, despite your sister's enthusiasm, you shared no high hopes of scoring a marriage with any decent man willing to look your way. Far more keen to sight-see the city in all its glory, and with a memory you could reminisce...

"Your Grace, it was an absolute honour receiving your invitation for tis evening's feast. I do hope our Prince has been enjoying himself-"

As your father lavished King Viserys with excessive compliments and many thanks, you could not help but eye each respective Targaryen sat atop the high table. The Dowager Queen, earnestly holding her sickly husband's hand in support, as she bobbed her head in acceptance to your father's words, further down the line, Princess Heleana oblivious to the crowd before her, too enamoured by some black stone or item in her hand, whilst Prince Aemond sat beside her vividly scanning the entire room, looking beyond the foot of the table where you stood. Prince Daeron's seat, you had assumed, empty, the youngest Prince mayhaps amidst the crowds, seeking entertainment and company. Although, it was Aegon who had ultimately caught your attention...

He was no doubt different to Prince Aemond, much larger and plumpier in size, nonetheless, still handsome [he was after all, a Targaryen]. Unlike his younger, menacing looking brother, whose jawline was distinguishable, face chiselled and figure slim and poised: Aegon's features were disguised with a softness, his jaw hidden beneath a subtle layer of fat, his cheeks reddened and full, it did not help that his mouth was constantly occupied with food and wine, as he gorged and guzzled the delicacies before him. As he sat back momentarily, wiping the food residue of his soft-looking lips, a portly belly that appeared rather tight against the restrictive fabric, bloated mayhaps, as the Prince tried to stifle a burp. An electrifying twitch twinged between your inner thighs, as Prince Aegon tenderly patted his distended gut, almost in a prideful manner.

"Aegon, dearest, show your guests the same regard and thank them for making the long trek," Alicent sternly indulged, as she persistently called for her eldest son. Aegon, although reluctantly, devoured his last bite, before heaving himself up with blatant difficulty, walked towards your centre.

"This is Aya, my eldest beauty and very diligent.. This is Sarra, she's got a rather wonderful melody, and isn't she just a sight for sore eyes? And this is Laila, quick witted, she'll keep you on your toes although a belle of the ball. Might I add, all unwedded! Pray the Gods be good, they grace our daughters with a potential hand..."

"And who are you?" Aegon abruptly interrupted, as your mother halted in her speech: her blatantly pathetic attempt to sell her daughter's hands. And although she did not acknowledge you, this had not been the first incident... You had grown accustomed to being invisible. Her cold words burnt into your mind;

"Standing beside your sisters, you might as well not be there... You must understand, dearest, your time will come. Just not now."

A faint, exacerbated breath escaped your lips, as your mouth hung loosely agape. Uncertain if the young Prince was glaring solely at you.

"Uh- th-this one? My youngest... Your Grace."

"Yes, the one who's existence you so obviously ignored," Aegon firmly proclaimed, earning a low, taunting chuckle from his younger brother [who continued ogling the crowd onwards], even drawing Helaena's attention unto him. However, his mother, Queen Alicent, rolled her eyes in defeat, whispering Aegon's name faintly towards him, almost in encouragement for him to settle.

"Apologies your Grace, our youngest is rather quiet and shy, although-" Your mother began to resist speaking, thickly swallowing her words in silence. Her cheeks instinctively flashed red, in exchange to the puzzling, glaring eyes of the royals, bashful against their hushed judgement.

"Th-This is Y/N, my Prince. Our youngest daughter."

"And is she wed?"

The swiftness of how haste Aegon enquired about your marital status, freakishly made your heart flutter, your rather ravenous stomach churning with uneasiness.

"N-No, your Grace..."

"Good-Good."

Aegon had finished sparing your tongue-tied mother further embarrassment, as she was meekly led by a servant to your table. Although, it seemed Aegon was not yet done with you...

An instinctual gut feeling of a pair of prominent eyes burned against your head, and despite your timidity to decipher who, your curiosity overtook... Mayhaps you overestimated your ability to gain someone's attention.

With intense anticipation and raw shock, your wavering attention was met with Aegon's brutal gaze. As his pudgy finger traced over the blunt edges of his goblet, a sly smirk brewed across his ample face, his focus still fixated directly unto you. And although you had initially struggled to reciprocate the same, unnerving attention, you naturally sought comfort busking in his holistic notice.

A few seconds passed, before an unfamiliar servant called upon you, whispering that you follow his lead into the royal gardens, under direct command of Prince Aegon. You had no apparent need to excuse yourself, as your mother now returned to her usual, collective self, flouncy in talk with other keen mothers, of their aspirations to wed their daughters, whom too were far too immersed in spying and gossiping over which young, unwed lords they would sought, you managed to sneak off subtly.

The crisp, chill of the night air was refreshing, inhaling the floral scent looming over the garden, ridden with a diverse range of captivating, flora species. Slowly striding towards a rose, fearful you would frighten the flower shut, your hand lightly grazing over the soft petal. You had never seen such a vividly red colour, vibrant even in the shadow of the night. Your thoughts silenced, easing into a peace unlike anything you had embraced before.

"There you are-" A disruptive, deep voice loomed from behind.

"I've been meaning to catch you... W-Who are you, my sweet Y/N?"

"Y-You honour me, your Grace. I-I hate to disappoint, although I am just a simple-minded, country girl. The youngest, as my mother insisted, I have come to honour your Grace... That is all there is to me."

Aegon took a stride closer towards you, a chubby hand, meaty fingers tightly adorned in golden bands, rested atop his swollen belly, caressing his pudgy flesh clothed beneath.

"No, no you did not listen to me, sweet thing... I said, tell me who you are."

Inhaling a rather gratifying breath, for what felt like the entirety of the night, you spent in the solace company of Prince Aegon. He devoured your every word intently, as he keenly did the prized hog that was relentlessly prepared for his name-day feast.

Although your truth saddened him deeply, Aegon was rather gentle with you, taking a keen interest in your story.

"You need not listen to what they tell you, dearest Y/N... Your beauty is one blessed and favoured, by the Gods themselves. They surely took their time with you... They do say envy is a green-eyed monster... I know, I am merely a stranger to you now, but I speak only the truth... You will come to know this."

Come to know this... His comforting words echoed through your wondrous mind.

In return, it seemed Aegon too, shared a rather eerily, unfortunate fate to that of yours, with his own family. Although he was the eldest, and the son King Viserys had so desperately prayed for, he was cursed to disappoint since his birth. Often reminded and outweighed by his failures, his larger weight did not help his cause. Born a larger babe than the rest of his siblings, he too, naturally had a ravenous appetite than that of his younger brothers. It somehow brought shame to his family, irreparable, Aegon refused to change.

Now having met you, he selfishly felt comforted... He was not alone in being solely judged by his appearance.

"Do not fret, Y/N. Your existence goes beyond that of child-bearing and sufficing a man. A man ignorant to your kindness and affections, is a stupid man indeed."

Whether it was a buried confidence now seeping through, or by some divine push, you gracefully succumbed to the urge that plagued your mind lustfully, since eyeing Aegon's soft lips closely. Your lips crashed against his, the bittersweet taste of red wine lingered over his mouth, as he too embraced the exchange. It was a solid, passionate kiss, your breaths growing denser, before breaking loosely apart, your noses grazing over each other tenderly, foreheads pressed against one another. Taking your hands in his, his thumb stroking over your soft skin, you felt more at ease than you did at home.

"Rest assured, Y/N. I will marry you, I will save you the torment your own family inflicts upon you. You do not need to suffer in silence any more. You will say yes, and prove them wrong, if that is what you desire... I will love you, all of you. I will make up for all the lost years, all the years you did not need to hear such vile things. I will protect you."

Hot tears swelled your eyes, yet not out of anger, nor frustration or agony. For the first time, you felt intense joy. Nodding in solid agreement, you promised Aegon to be a dutiful, loyal wife in return. One that did not care if his waistline grew or shrunk, one that did not judge a person by scales.

"In return, your Grace, my beloved. I will cherish the life you have granted me, and in return, I will do everything I can to return the favour and more... I love you, Aeg. May this name-day be one that you remember with a warm heart."

"This name-day, Y/N, is one I have dreamt of for all my life. Finally, the Gods have blessed me, gevie ābra [beautiful woman], one I will take great care in. If it is not obvious, I am quite full... Do not be frightened, I will not break you."

"Aeg- That is the least of my worries... In fact, I don't mind this-" You cheekily tease, innocently poking at his round gut, provoking a growling chuckle from your betrothed to be.

"If I'm being honest, I find it quite... Invigorating."

"Is that so?"

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Jack Harlow x Reader : FLOWERS

A/N : 🫧 @hoodharlow gave me this idea, so I had to write something about it!

Every morning you would wake up to a flower arrangement being delivered to your doorstep. If Jack was home he’d be the one to pick them up himself and place them on your nightstand so you could see them as soon as you woke up.

It began the moment you two started dating, he gave you flowers the first time you two went on your first date and he just continued.

It continued even after you two got engaged, after you got married, after you gave birth to your two children. It just never stopped, he even started including Mia into it, he would buy her a small arrangement every morning as well.

You and the kids were definitely lucky, you lucked out on having a wonderful man like Jack in your lives. It’s not because of the flowers, it’s simply because he’s thoughtful, respectful, loving and understanding.

Like every morning, you woke up to your flowers, but this time they were on the kitchen counter alongside Mia’s little arrangement.

“Mommy, you see our flowers?” Mia breaks you away from your thoughts.

You smile and turn her way, and see she’s sitting down at the table with her father and brother. “Yeah bug, they’re beautiful huh?”

“Yeah, you did good daddy.”

Jack smiles, “Thank you princess.”

You sit down next to him. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You needed sleep, I know you’ve been stressed with little man’s ear infection.” He pecks your lips real quick. “Picked up breakfast though.” He hands you a box. “It’s still warm.”

“Thank you baby.”

“Can I put my flowers in my room? I promise to water them.” Mia asks, with a mouth full of food.

“Manners young lady.” Jack points to her mouth. “Finish your food first.”

“But yes baby, you can have them in your room, I just need to find a non glass vase.” You tell her.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah little man?”

“Why I no get flowers.?”

You and Jack freeze.

“You want flowers cheesy?” Mia asks surprised

He shrugs, “momma and you gets em why no me?”

You and Jack look at each other, having no idea what to say. But Jack gets up right away and walks out the kitchen, leaving you confused.

“Come here baby.” You reach out for EZ, as he sits on your lap. “You want flowers? I’ll buy you lots of flowers right now.”

He shrugs, “Just askin.” His little shoulders lift up and he looks sad. “Is daddy mad cus I want em?”

You shake your head “No baby, of course not.”

Mia sighs, and has her little eyebrow lifted, just like her daddy does when he’s in deep thought. “Boys can get flowers too so daddy can’t be mad.”

“You’re right Mia, boys can have flowers too.” Jack announces as he walks back into the kitchen, his hands behind his back. “You have every right to ask little man, it’s my fault.”

“Is okay.”

“Here you go.” Jack hands him a beautiful tulips arrangement. “We can search up all the different flowers so you can pick your favorite ones, that way I know which ones to get.”

Ezequiel grabs the tulips, looks at them up and down. “That what Mia dids?”

Mia nods “Yupp, daddy took me to a place where there's lots of different flowers. I chose mine.” She smiles proudly. “Asters.”

“And you momma?” Your little boy asks you.

“Well-“ Jack snorts at that, you quickly glare at him. “I have three favorites actually, which drives your daddy crazy sometimes.”

“Only because sometimes I don’t know which ones to get you.”

“All of them, daddy.” Ezequiel tells him.

You smile down at your son and give him a kiss on the top of his head. “My sweet boy.”

“I think I no want flowers.” He hands the tulips to you. “You like these momma?”

“Ye-“

“No she doesn’t but I do.” Mia yells out.

Ezequiel looks between the tulips, to you and to his sister. He takes half and hands them to Mia, and the other half to you. “Here’s yous go.”

“Thank you cheesy.” Mia smiles, smelling them.

“Thank you baby.”

Ezequiel turns his head to look at Jack. “Daddy, I no want em for me.”

Jack kneels down in front of you so he can be face to face with him. “That’s totally fine little man.”

“I want em for sissy and momma.”

“Aww cheesy, you’re the best little brother.” Mia gets up from her seat and goes to hug her brother.

“I goes with yous when you buys em for momma and Mia?”

Jack nods, “Deal.” He stands up and lifts Ezequiel up and has him in his arms. “But we can also think about what you’d want. Maybe legos, hot wheels, or something.”

Ezequiel gasps “Donuts?”

“You want donuts every morning?” Jack chuckles.

“Yes please.”

Jack nods, “Donuts and flowers, you got yourself a deal little man.” They both do their handshake, similar to what Jack and Urbn do.

Ezequiel asks to be let down and he follows Mia into the living room.

“Baby? Are you crying?” You stand up and go up to your husband. “What’s wrong bubs?”

“I suck, why didn’t it cross my mind that my son would feel left out?” He wipes at his tears. “I didn’t include him and now he’s going to grow up hating me.”

“Babe.” You shake your head. “That little boy loves you to pieces. No way he’d hate you.” You push back his curls. “You heard him, you heard what he really wants, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have mentioned that.”

“Am I a bad dad for not including him?”

“JACKMAN.” You snap. “Don’t you ever say that again, don’t you think it either. It was an honest mistake, and he literally solved the problem just as he said that. I don’t want to hear you say that ever again, you’re not a bad dad, our kids are lucky to have you as their father you understand me?”

He nods, “I just feel shitty.”

“I know but-“

“Daddy? Why sad?” Ezequiel and Mia both run to you and Jack.

“He’s just upset, he didn’t mean to leave you out of it” You tell your son.

He smiles. “Daddy, is okays. I wanted em for them.” He points to you and Mia. “Plus I gets donuts now right?”

Jack nods. “Y-yeah.”

Ezequiel shrugs. “Then no sad, we cool.”

“You sure little man?”

“Yupp, but comes. I show you something.” He reached for Jack’s hand. “Stop being sad, I love yous.” He rolls his eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Jack takes a hold of his little hand. “I love you too little man, so much.” They both walk out from the kitchen.

“Mommy.” Mia whispers.

“Yeah?”

“We need to get our boys stuff too now.”

You nod. “What do you have in mind?”

Mia hums. “Flowers with hot wheels for cheesy, and for daddy? Ohh, flowers and glasses, so he remembers he needs to wear them.”

You laugh at that. “MIA.”

“What? It’s true, daddy always forgets to wear them.” She shrugs.

Since that morning, you and Mia made a routine just like Jack and Ezequiel had theirs.

Flowers.

Lots and lots of flowers for the four of you throughout the years, and it brings a smile to your face every single time.

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Blessing of Spring

(A Spring Time Affairs mini fic)

@tamlinweek Day 1 Heir of Spring

Implied Pairing: Tamlin/OC |Rating: G | Word Count: 1090

Spring Time Affairs Masterlist| Read on AO3

Warnings: a child?

Summary: Tamlin rushes out when he hears his son screaming from his office. He finds the young heir in a predicament.

A/N: This can be read as a standalone. A case study on Daddy!Tamlin if you will.

There were very few things that terrified Tamlin anymore. Not after the ordeal under the mountain and the years after. The day Lucien and subsequently Elain, was abducted by Koschei was one. He would never forget the panic of Rhysand’s in his head explaining what happened. And the help he needed. That day was so long ago, Tamlin no longer had nightmares about it, thank the mother.

When he married Flora was another. He still didn’t understand for months how she could agree to be his wife. He buried his fears but he also waited on bated breath for her to change her mind. It took a lot of healing to move past it. Watching his son being born was also terrifying but in the best way possible.

But he had to admit, out of all of it, hearing his three year old son screaming like he was being murdered was the worst of them all.

Tamlin could hear him outside from his office. He nearly threw the door off the hinges, frantically trying to get to him. He paused for a second, listening for which end to go, forgetting the layout of his own home. He went right, sprinting down the hall and following it around the corner. He kept running, the halls shockingly empty. Did everyone go to his son? He finally found the door that led out to the gardens. As he flung open the door he almost ran into Elain.

“Thank goodness, I was coming to get you-“

“Where is he?” The words came out harsher than intended.

“With Flora.” She pointed to the right. “He shifted and-“

He didn’t give her time to finish. He ran around the house and found them near the fountain. His son's incoherent screams turned into a chant.

“Papa!” His son wailed through loud tears. “Papa please!”

Tamlin froze at the sight before him. His poor wife, kneeling and holding their son against her while he cried. Flora was obviously doing her best to soothe him. But that wasn’t what had Tamlin frozen in place. His son looked up at him with his red rimmed green eyes.

“Papa- won’t- go!” was all he could understand.

His poor boy had grown antlers out of his head. Tamlin also could see the end of a tail coming out his pants, the tip poofy with fur. In a blink, Tamlin closed the distance, kneeling beside Flora. He pulled the back of his son's trousers down, just enough to free the tail.

“Oh Ez,” Tamlin muttered, still a little shocked.

His boy’s sobs turned to sniffles as, squirmed out of his mother’s grasp and went to Tamlin. He lifted him up against his chest holding him tight.

“I don’t like it,” Ez buried his face against his fathers chest. “I don’t like it papa!”

Tamlin made eye contact with Flora. She looked worse for wear, hair frizzled and the top of her dress soaked in their baby boy’s tears.

“He was playing with the other children and- I don’t know what happened.” Flora explained. “He can’t make them disappear. I told him you could fix it but he wouldn’t budge.”

Tamlin rubbed his hand along Ez’s back trying to comfort him. Flora gestured to the stones- the they had crushed, little claw marks embedded in them. He nodded in understanding.

“Ez,” he whispered gently. “I’m going to put you down alright?”

“No!” He screamed and clung tighter. Claws Tamlin didn’t know were present on his hands dug into his shoulders.

“Sunshine,” Tamlin whispered. “You’re going to have to stand so I can help you. I need to see to make them go away.”

His son whimpered into his chest. It took a few more minutes of coaxing but he finally let go. Now standing, Tamlin assessed the damage. Claws on his hands, his shoes were destroyed with paws and more claws coming out of them. Thankfully other than the antlers and tail, he looked normal.

“You’re so brave Ez. I’m going to make them go away but you have to be still. Do you need mama to help?”

“No papa.”

Tamlin reached out and hovered his hands over the horns. Using his shapeshifting magic, he shrunk them. Ez ended up squirming, Flora moved behind him just in case she needed to hold him. Tamlin moved to the tail next since he knew how uncomfortable that was from experience. He straightened the pants on him once it was gone. Finally, he retracted the claws and fixed his feet.

“Let’s get these off, hm?” He said and gently pulled off the ruined shoes.

“Can you fix it?” Ez said through little gasps.

“I’m not sure.” That made Ez let out a screaming wail. “We can try. Ez, look at me.” He said gently. He still cried but looked at his father. “I will do my best. If I can’t fix it, I will get you a new pair.”

Ez nodded solemnly. Flora moved back around beside Tamlin and pulled out a handkerchief.

“Can mama wipe your face?” She asked. Ez nodded and she gently wiped up the tears and snot. “All better. You did so good for papa. Do you want to go back and play?”

“My shoes,” he whimpered, pointing at them.

“I think you can play in the dirt with your bare feet just this once,” Tamlin smiled at him. “But you can’t fight your mama or Lainy during bath time.”

“Okay papa.”

It was as if nothing had happened, the giddiness returned and he ran off to join the other children again a few yards away. Flora let out a heavy sigh and leaned against her husband.

“How often did this happen when you were a youngling?” She asked, taking his hand in her own.

Tamlin slumped back onto his feet, unable to reply. Too often. He wanted to say. The Blessing of Spring was a curse for him as an Heir. Too often and each time was met with punishment or disdain. His brothers alone tormented him into shifting on purpose. Then when he was older, his own father would force him to shift just to prove himself. Flora seemed to realize he was in his head; she squeezed his hand.

“You were so good with him,” she added. “He knew you’d take care of him, Tam. You're a good father.”

He watched his son chase another youngling in the distance, carefree and giggling. A stark contrast to his own childhood. He squeezed her back, a silent agreement that she was right.

[raayllum]

for snake boy callum 2.0 week day 2, snakes + stars

It takes time, but eventually Callum is pieced together enough, and Ezran can't evade enough, that Soren sits them down to have a conversation on castle security. About assassinations.

One of the guards who'd stuck around through everything—had deserted Viren's army, had fought in the tower with Soren and survived the night, had sworn true service to Harrow's heir—sits with them. A familiar face as any, but Callum still eyes her warily.

She's not his family, and she's not even Soren, and...

"There are enchantments I can set around the castle," Callum says. Sky spells are sound like alarms when sound pings off. Sun spells he can craft with help from Aunt Amaya's resources for lights and morse code, shadow traps and truth crystals, just to make sure everyone is being honest.

"Won't some elves maybe know how to undo them, though?" Ezran inquires. He's sitting in a regular chair and his feet can't touch the floor.

He's so tiny, still, and while Callum has seen first hand how capable his brother is, how much he shouldn't be underestimated—He's strong and brave, he'll get it, he'll save the egg!—Callum shakes his head.

He hates the circumstances that led them here. The assassination, the murder, and there's peace now, but their family—and the silver lining of it all isn't even here, now, and—

"It's not elves we have to worry about now, Ez," Callum says darkly. "The other human kingdoms aren't happy with you or Aanya. Even our own is..."

"At least we do not have to worry about more Moonshadow elf assassins," the guard says with a tiny, joking smile, not seeing the warning signs Soren makes with his hands, and it takes all of Callum's self control not to demand she be thrown out of the room.

In the end, he sulks and studies in his new office. Viren'd had a primal stone too once upon a time. There has to be something in his notes, loathe as Callum is go through them of course, that could be a worthwhile measure to implement. Or maintain.

Not that any of them were enough to protect his father from Moonshadow assassins in the end, but... Ez will be different. He has to be different.

Eventually, he turns to a book that's propped half open in the corner of a bookshelf he hasn't really explored yet. The sketch of a soulfang serpent pokes out, and Callum goes and pulls it from the shelf, cracking the tome open.

It hits like a blow to the chest, to be reminded of the Midnight Desert after—he focuses on the eery green glow of their eyes, the shimmering grey of their scales. They look nothing like dark magic chains at least. A passage is circled about their connection to the Moon arcanum and souls (that's almost enough to make him put the book away) and Viren's cramped handwriting: Two head — switch?

I'd switch places in a second, he'd said to Claudia that day in the library, and she'd run off with an excited gleam in her eye.

It curdles his stomach now to wonder what it was, but... They'd found a basket with snake feces in it in King Harrow's room afterwards. Opeli had shown them the court records once she'd thought they could bear it.

Maybe Viren had...

But it's awful, from the sound of it. Wearing someone else's face, your soul in a stranger's body. It's not as though Katolis doesn't have surgeries—there's the baker's son who'd needed a new kidney, a few years back—but to take a wholly healthy body and... It's the worst kind of dark magic.

Ez finds him out on one of the balconies later, feet slipping just like Callum's had on the climb up. (He can't quite manage to summon his wings again, yet, but... he's working on it.) Callum grabs his hand to help haul him all the way up. It's a moonless night, clouds obscuring the slim crescent that is there. Stars twinkle in between.

"I'm not going to get assassinated, you know," Ezran says, nudging him in the shoulder.

Callum exhales. "I know," he says, because he won't let it happen. "I just..." Tears build, cold on his face in the mid-autumn air. "You're all I have left, Ez."

"She'll come back."

Callum looks away and wipes at his nose with his scarf, sighing when Ezran wraps an arm around his shoulder. He's the big brother, he's supposed to be comforting Ezran, not the other way around.

"I saw the notes you left," Ez continues quietly. "Well, the ones Viren left, I guess. About the soul fang serpent." He runs his fingers over one hand thoughtfully. "D'you think Dad...?"

"I don't know," Callum says. "But—there's no way Dad would've agreed, even if he was given that kind of deal."

The magic was awful. It wasn't precise enough. If the spell could swap souls and bodies, maybe—let the corpse fall and then put you back in, heal up the wounds—let you be yourself, and the other person's soul and body would be severed but buried, then—

Callum pushes those thoughts away. No. No, even if Harrow could've kept his body, even if he could've kept his face, it still wouldn't be fair to whosever soul died on that blade. Not fair to the family, or husk left behind, or...

Callum buries his fingers in his hair and breathes through his nose, in and out. Ezran rests his head on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're High Mage now," his little brother says, stifling a yawn. "I wouldn't know how to handle all this magic stuff without you."

Someone had to make these kinds of decisions, Callum reminds himself. Or at least consider the possibilities, the paths spreading out before them, even if they weren't all going to be—shouldn't be taken.

He has to be more than Ezran's high mage. There are humans, and dark mages, and someone has to know what they might be up against from the Pentarchy. Ezran needs a shield, from whatever he can still be shielded from.

And that person is him.

"Hm." Callum kisses him on the forehead once Ezran he's asleep, then shifts and picks him up.

Ez is getting heavy for this, but—Callum manages to make his way down, carrying him all the while. He passes Ezran off to Soren in the hall, the king snoozing as the crownguard hefts him up and then heads down the hall to the king's tower.

Callum hauls tome after tome off the shelves after, full of dark magic—grotesque images and wicked spells—carrying them up to his spot on the balcony, a primal flame in his hand as he begins to read. The stars have nearly blinked out by the time he stops and goes to bed.

He had to know what his brother's enemies could be capable of if he wanted to be able to stop them, after all.

(Later, he will know what he's capable of, too.)

[drabbles-mc]

Party Tricks

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OC Evangeline Reyes

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, light angst

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: i had far too much fun writing this part. hope y'all enjoy the little guest appearance from a special someone! 👀

Evangeline had known that Friday was only a few days away when she’d gotten roped into everything in the first place, but even so it still felt like the days had gone in the blink of an eye. It was just shifting from morning to afternoon when she was putting the finishing touches on April’s dress that had gotten dropped off a couple days before. It was the first time in a long time that she had taken work home with her, but she didn’t regret it.

She was snipping the extra thread away from where she’d sewn up the slit of the dress when she heard the chimes of her door. She called her usual welcome over her shoulder, assuming that whoever had just walked in would be able to see that she was busy for the moment. There were enough things to look at and sift through in her shop to keep someone occupied for a couple minutes while she put finishing touches and slipped the dress back into the garment bag that it’d been dropped off in.

When she was done with that, she took a breath and turned around. She was halfway through an apology when she saw that it was her father who’d walked into the shop. “Jesus, Pop,” she laughed as she walked over and gave him a hug. “Could’ve let me know it was you.”

He shook his head. “You seemed busy.”

Evangeline sighed and nodded. “Just finishing up a rush job for a very stressed out woman.”

“Not you?” he asked, just enough of a lift to his voice to let her know that he was joking.

She laughed. “No, not me.” She paused. “What’s going on?”

“You’re going to see your brothers tonight?”

Her expression faltered for a moment as she sighed. “For a little while, yeah. Told them I’d head over later once I catch up on some stuff here. Why? Need help dropping stuff off?”

He shook his head. “No.” He paused and he was waiting for her to press him a little more. She knew him too well though and she knew that she could outwait him when it really came down to it. “What’s this all about?”

She cocked her head to the side. “Did you ask either of your sons about it?”

“Mija.”

“Qué? Did you?” His silence that followed spoke volumes and she found herself shaking her head. “Claro que no.”

“Hey—”

She held her hand up to stop him, not wanting this to dissolve into an argument. “I’m not trying to argue. I just,” she raked her hand back through her hair, “this is their lives now, Pop. Maybe you should get comfortable asking them about it instead of me.” She let a beat of silence pass. “Maybe stay a little while tonight after dropping stuff off. Meet some people. Or at least watch them.”

He shook his head. “I watch people all day.”

Evangeline laughed. “I know.” She pulled him into a hug. “Talk to them, okay? Please?”

Felipe gently patted her on the back. He kissed her on the cheek before finding a way to respond that completely ignored her pleas. “Cuidate. Call if something happens.”

She kept her sigh quiet, knowing that this battle wasn’t one that was going to be won in an afternoon. “I will.”

It was dark by the time that she pulled onto the lot. She knew that it was going to be packed on the compound so she parked her car on the outside of the gate. It was less disruptive that way, but it also had the added benefit of being easier to leave whenever she wanted because no one was boxing her in.

She ditched her denim jacket on the passenger seat of her car, knowing that between the bodies packed into the space and the scattered fire pits, she was going to be plenty warm enough in the floral tank top that she’d made for herself just a few short months before. Her jeans disappeared into the boots that she was wearing, a pair that gave her a little extra height not that she was overly short to begin with. Before she even passed the gate she could hear the music and the chatter—she did what she could to brace herself for whatever was coming next.

EZ was the first person that she found. She’d been expecting him to be stuck behind the bar on a night like this, but they must’ve decided it was an important enough night to let him roam and mingle with everyone else. Their conversation from a few days before seemed to be a nonissue as he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

“Glad you could make it,” he said, and he sounded like he meant it.

“I did say that I would,” she quipped with a smile. She glanced around. “Pop stick around at all?”

He shook his head. “Nah, he took off as soon as the truck was empty.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes. “Figures.” She looked around a little more. “Where’s the man of the hour?”

EZ laughed as he started walking towards one of the fire pits, gesturing for his sister to follow him. “Enjoying the perks that come with the title.”

Evangeline was about to ask him what exactly he meant by that when she saw Angel with a woman straddling his lap. “Por dios,” she muttered under her breath.

EZ couldn’t help but to laugh harder at her reaction. “Want me to break it up?”

Evangeline shot him a smile. “I got it. You forget,” she pointed at him for a moment, “I’ve had a whole lifetime of being big sister to both of you knuckleheads.”

EZ simply shook his head as he stood back to watch whatever Evangeline was going to do next. He crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his chin down just slightly to try and stifle his own amusement. He knew that his sister must’ve seen that, along with shoving her tongue down his throat, the girl sitting on Angel’s lap was doing what was probably a shoddy job of stitching on his Secretario flash.

Neither of them noticed as Evangeline walked up behind Angel. It was only when she clapped both her hands down on his shoulders that both of them flinched. Evangeline didn’t break in the slightest as she started to speak. “You know, I think when I gave you that needle and thread—”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Eva,” Angel spoke up, interrupting her sentence.

She didn’t let it disrupt her flow, “I gave it to you thinking that you would actually take the time to do it.” She looked at him disapprovingly before shifting her gaze to the woman in his lap. “Don’t make life any easier for him, alright? He can stitch on a slip of fabric. Besides,” she looked at the patch, “it doesn’t look like multitasking is doing either of you any good.”

Angel was shaking his head at each word his sister spoke. He tapped the thigh of the girl straddling him. “Go on. I gotta deal with this,” he said as he made a vague gesture to his sister.

The girl was visibly annoyed as she got up and made her way deeper into the party. It was only when she started to walk away that EZ fully broke down in laughter at what he’d just witnessed. Evangeline allowed herself to laugh too as she plopped down next to Angel on the bench. She threw her arm around his shoulders and pulled him into side-hug, pressing a kiss against his cheek that left a smear of lipstick behind that she wasn’t going to tell him about.

“Guess that flash made you real popular, huh?” she joked.

He was still shaking his head. “You are so fuckin’ annoying.”

EZ was cackling as he stepped in and stood by the two of them. “That was great.”

“Feel like I’m back in high school,” Angel muttered.

Evangeline dropped her arm back to her own side. “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when your big sister catches you sucking face in the middle of a party. Doesn’t matter how old you are, ‘manito.”

“Fucking unreal.”

She was looking at the half-sewn flash on his kutte. “It should really only take you a few minutes to do that, you know.”

“If you would’a done it when I stopped by the other day then maybe I wouldn’t have to solicit help—”

“Oh,” she barked out a laugh, “I don’t think help is what you were just trying to solicit from that girl.”

EZ choked back a laugh and Angel kicked out at him knowing that there was no way that the blow was going to land. “Shut the fuck up, Prospect.”

Evangeline was shaking her head at both of them. “Right. Well, now that I have shown my face and made your life just a little more difficult,” she laughed, “I’m gonna go grab a beer.” She looked up at EZ. “You know where I can get one without fighting my way to the bar inside?”

He laughed and gestured to the far side of the lot. “Couple coolers over there.”

“Perfect.”

EZ held his hand out to help her stand back up. She gladly took it before giving Angel another loving pat on the back and taking off into the thick of the crowd to get herself a drink. Angel was still shaking his head and muttering under his breath as he watched his sister practically saunter away.

He looked up at Ezekiel. “You fuckin’ believe her?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I do.” He paused, trying to get his laughter under control as he motioned to his own cheek. “You got a little somethin’ there.”

“What the f—” Angel stopped as he wiped at his face, pulling his hand away to inspect the damage. Even with the inconsistent light from the fire he saw that it was lipstick. He shook his head. “I’m gonna kill her.”

EZ just raised his eyebrows disbelievingly. “You’re not gonna do shit.”

Meanwhile, Evangeline had made her way to the coolers on the other side of the lot. She’d stopped to say a couple quick hello’s to the members of Santo Padre, the only men at the party that she really knew or even recognized. She was crouched down, pawing through the cooler in hopes of finding something that she liked when she heard a pair of men talking a couple feet away from her.

“Just go fuckin’ ask if they have anything else,” the man said, voice rough in a way that told Evangeline it was from more than just too many cigarettes.

She didn’t look up to see who was talking, but the tone of the man who responded couldn’t have been more different. “Who would I even—”

There was a smack of hands to leather and the first man said, “Figure it out, Prospect. That’s your fucking job.”

Evangeline finally turned and looked to see who it was. She didn’t recognize either of them, which wasn’t shocking to her at all. What she did know, though, was that they weren’t wearing the same kuttes as her brothers. She didn’t know much about other clubs—hell, most days she felt like she hardly knew anything about the Mayans. But they must’ve been alright if they got included on the party invite.

She looked back and forth between the two of them before speaking up from where she was still crouched. “What are you looking for?” she asked.

They both turned and looked at her. The older man, who she assumed was the first one that she heard speak, had a look at certainly matched his voice. His face was completely neutral as he stared down at her. The younger kid, however, looked like he was hoping that she was going to give him the out of whatever situation he was getting roped into.

The younger man spoke up. “Uh, no, nothing, just, um. Just looking for a different beer.”

She laughed and nodded. “Yeah. What are you looking for? What kind?”

He froze like he hadn’t been ready for a follow-up question. Evangeline was about to start listing off brands of beer when the older man spoke up. “Heineken. Or something like that.”

Evangeline nodded before turning her attention back to the cooler. She dug around for another moment before she unearthed two green beer bottles. She held them out to the young man who was about to get sent off on an expedition for them. “Here, take—”

She stopped when the older man gave him a shove. “Go find your own, Prospect.”

Evangeline’s eyes widened for a moment. “Oh, I don’t really drink—”

He took one and shot a glare that sent the younger man scampering off to find whatever else he could scrounge up for himself. Once he was gone, he turned his attention back to Evangeline, nudging the other bottle back towards her with a surprising about of gentleness considering everything else she’d just witnessed.

“Yours,” he said simply.

It wasn’t her favorite and she was about to say as much when she realized that there wasn’t much else in the cooler that she was going to like more. So rather than argue she shrugged and kept the bottle for herself. She was about to ask where the bottle opener was when he reached over and popped the cap off of hers using a cigarette lighter.

She chuckled as she nodded in thanks. “That your party trick?”

“One of ‘em,” he said as he repeated the process on his own bottle.

“Right.” She took a sip. “Sorry, what’s your name?”

“Happy.”

She laughed, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

“What?” he spoke, still closer to truly monotone than she’d ever heard someone speak.

She shook her head. “Nothing, nothing.” She clinked the bottom of her bottle against his. “Evangeline.” He nodded in recognition but didn’t say anything else. Evangeline studied him for a moment longer, taking in the look on his face, the tattoos that covered his head and what she could see of his arms. “Are you always that nice to your prospect, Happy?”

He shrugged, taking another swig of his beer. “Pretty much.”

The two of them fell into silence. Evangeline was aware that she should’ve felt uncomfortable, but she didn’t. She didn’t know this man, and she didn’t see that changing before the night was out. But she had to admit to herself that standing on the outskirts, watching it all unfold in silence beside a man who didn’t seem interested in her and also seemed to keep any other man from becoming interested in her, didn’t seem like a bad way to kill a little bit of time. Parties like this weren’t her speed, and if this kept her out of the throes of it for a little while longer she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when Happy’s prospect finally turned up again. He was only there for a moment before Happy assigned him another task, something else to keep him busy and far away from Happy.

“He your only friend here, then?” she asked, a joking lilt to her voice.

“Not my friend.”

She laughed. “Well. That explains why you’re being so nice to him then.”

“I know the Santo Padre guys,” Happy finally said after a few beats.

Evangeline smiled. “Well, I’d hope so. You’re kind of on their lawn.”

Somehow it turned into their own brand of small talk. Evangeline did a little more of the talking than Happy, although she had the nagging suspicion that that was how most of his conversations with people worked. He’d answer her for the most part when she asked him things, but he never gave any extra information or used more words than necessary. Something about that in and of itself was amusing to her.

EZ was making his way through the crowd to find his sister. He knew that she could more than fend for herself, but he also felt like she’d been gone a little long for someone who was just going to grab herself a drink. He looked around, trying to see if maybe she’d gotten caught up talking to Taza and Hank, the only members of their club who had ever stopped by her shop to actually see what she was selling. She and Taza had networked with some jewelers on the reservation to get their items into her shop. Hank just liked to stop by and see if there was anything that his mother would like.

He’d been expecting to see her with them, or with someone else from their charter. What he hadn’t been expecting, was to see her next to a man in a Sons of Anarchy kutte, sitting on the back bumper of an old van. They each had a beer in hand, and Evangeline was laughing although EZ couldn’t figure out at what. It was all strange enough until he actually took a moment to focus on the man that was sitting next to her and it struck him where he’d seen him before.

EZ was standing there staring long enough not only to be noticed by Happy, who seemed to have a vague sense of knowing about Ezekiel as well. But he also caught the attention of his sister. She was smiling for a moment, halfway through waving him over when she realized the expression on his face wasn’t at all a pleasant one.

She stood up from the bumper of the van. “I gotta go. Was nice talking to you.”

He didn’t say anything in response, not that she really expected him to, but he did nod in acknowledgment. That was about as good of a farewell as any as far as Evangeline was concerned. Happy’s attention immediately returned to EZ as she made her way back over to him.

“Hey,” she said as she rested her hand on her brother’s arm, “everything okay?”

EZ pried his eyes off of Happy and looked at his sister. His expression was serious, a complete one-eighty from the way he’d been when it was just the three siblings talking a short while before. “Don’t talk to him.”

She scoffed. “I’m sorry? You tell me to come to these parties and when I do you tell me I can’t talk to anyone—”

“Not anyone,” EZ corrected, voice quiet but firm. “Him. He’s,” he shook his head, “fuckin’ bad news.”

Evangeline knew that laughter wasn’t the right response but she couldn’t stop herself. “Yeah, Ezekiel. It’s a party full of motorcycle gangs. You’re all bad news.”

She went to brush him off and try to find Angel or someone else that she knew when EZ put his hand on her forearm to stop her. “Eva, I’m serious. Please.”

She was caught between wanting to give him a harder time about it, and also not wanting to get into an argument in the middle of a club party. She sighed. “Alright, fine.” She studied his face for a moment. “But you’re gonna tell me what the bad news is.”

“Not—”

“Not here,” she finished the sentence for him. “Not now. But you don’t get to do that to me and not tell me why.”

He nodded. “Alright.”

She took a sip of her beer. “Alright.” She took a deep breath. “So. Who can I talk to, then?”

EZ cracked a smile at her tone and the issue smoothed itself over for the time being. He knew that she was going to follow up with him about it, but he’d bought himself some time. He threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back towards where most of the Santo Padre guys were hanging out. He looked back over his shoulder before they disappeared into the crowd and found Happy already staring at him. Their eyes only locked for a moment before Happy turned his attention to his own Prospect to had reappeared once more.

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[destinyc1020]

At the basketball in oakland, I can think of 2 instances where's zendayas brothers were high fiving him🤷‍♂️(before anons say half brother,yes I know) 1 was even filming him playing? Also, those same 2 brothers are standing behind Tom in the famous NWH premier kiss video😂 also Kaz posting Tom with Eze and the caption saying my sons. Anon is talking rubbish

They're definitely talking rubbish, because Z's family has welcomed Tom into their family since the 1.0 era lol. Like you said, Z's father was calling Tom a "son", and Claire was still talking about Tom even while Z was dating JE!

And she made it known she didn't really care for JE like that lol 👀🤭

[jessicas-pi]

The Phantoms of the Ventilation System Adopt a Child!

“Do you ever stop talking?” Ezra demanded. “Obi-Wan, does he ever stop talking?”

“Never,” Obi-Wan sighed, drifting through the ventilation hub’s wall.

“Well, I’m trying to compose music here, so if you don’t mind—” he said, slapping at Anakin’s hand, which had reached over to press random keys on the organ.

Anakin yawned loudly. “You wish you were as good a ghost as I am, Mr. Plays-Dress-Up-And-Pretends-To-Haunt-Ships.”

“And you wish you were as good at resisting the call of the Dark side as I am, Mr. Had-A-Few-Dreams-And-Flew-Off-The-Handle—”

“Okay, that was uncalled for!”

“EZRA!”

Anakin’s apparition disappeared and Ezra set aside his music as Sabine crashed through one of the diverging tunnels, moving to stand in front of it so her raggedy costume hid the tunnel behind her.

“Ezra, don’t be mad.”

He sighed. “What did you do?”

Sabine grinned nervously, which looked ridiculous combined with the elaborate makeup she was wearing to look like she was a partially-decomposed ghost corpse and the scraggly black wig that was crooked on her head.

“So. We. Um.” She took a breath, then stepped to the side, revealing a kid in the tunnel behind her. “We have a son now!”

“Sabine!” He nearly choked on his panic. “Do you know who that is?!”

“Yes, I know it’s the General’s son!” Sabine huffed, helping the little boy out of the shaft and then picking him up. Then her expression softened. “Look, Ez,” she said, turning so the side of the boy’s face was visible, and Ezra saw a large red mark. “His father hit him.”

Ezra jumped at the sudden chorus of voices from around him. He couldn’t pick out individual statements, but the general consensus seemed to be were it not for the Jedi code and my incorporeal body, a murder would be committed tonight. And also, you need to adopt this child immediately.

He glanced at Kanan, who was perching on the pipe organ, one chin resting in his hand.

“Come on, help me out here! We can’t just take a kid, can we?!”

“Ezra,” Kanan said with a ghostly grin. “You don’t say no to a Mandalorian with adoption on the brain.”

[kemetic-dreams]

  The Igbo in the Atlantic slave trade

Bussa, Barbadian slave revolt leader of Igbo descent

Edward Blyden, Americo-Liberian educator, writer and politician of Igbo descent

Paul Robeson, American actor and writer whose father was of Igbo descent

Aimé Césaire, Martiniquais poet and politician who claimed Igbo descent) argues that many of the slaves taken from the Bight of Biafra across the Middle Passage would have been Igbo. These slaves were usually sold to Europeans by the Aro Confederacy, who kidnapped or bought slaves from Igbo villages in the hinterland. Igbo slaves may have not been victims of slave-raiding wars or expeditions but perhaps debtors or Igbo people who committed within their communities alleged crimes. With the goal for freedom, enslaved Igbo people were known to European planters as being rebellious and having a high rate of suicide to escape slavery. There is evidence that traders sought Igbo women. Igbo women were paired with Coromantee (Akan) men to subdue the men because of the belief that the women were bound to their first-born sons’ birthplace.

It is alleged that European slave traders were fairly well informed about various African ethnicities, leading to slavers targeting certain ethnic groups which plantation owners preferred. Particular desired ethnic groups consequently became fairly concentrated in certain parts of the Americas. The Igbo were dispersed to colonies such as Jamaica, Cuba, Saint-Domingue, Barbados, Colonial America, Belize and Trinidad and Tobago, among others.

Rihanna is also Igbo

Colonial Nigeria

The establishment of British colonial rule in present-day Nigeria and increased encounters between the Igbo and other ethnicities near the Niger River led to a deepening sense of a distinct Igbo ethnic identity. The Igbo proved decisive and enthusiastic in their embrace of Christianity and Western-style education. Because of the incompatibility of the Igbo decentralized style of government and the centralized system including the appointment of warrant chiefs required for British system of indirect rule, the period colonial rule was marked with numerous conflicts and tension. During the colonial era, the diversity within each of Nigeria's major ethnic groups slowly decreased, and distinctions between the Igbo and other large ethnic groups, such as the Hausa and the Yoruba, became sharper.

The establishment of British colonial rule transformed Igbo society, as portrayed in Chinua Achebe's novel Things Fall Apart. Colonial rule brought about changes in culture, such as the introduction of warrant chiefs as Eze (indigenous rulers) where there were no such monarchies. Christian missionaries introduced aspects of European ideology into Igbo society and culture, sometimes shunning parts of the culture. The rumours that the Igbo women were being assessed for taxation sparked off the 1929 Igbo Women's War in Aba (also known as the 1929 Aba Riots), a massive revolt of women never encountered before in Igbo history.

Aspects of Igbo culture such as construction of houses, education and religion changed following colonialism. The tradition of building houses out of mud walls and thatched roofs ended as the people shifted to materials such as concrete blocks for houses and metal roofs. Roads for vehicles were built. Buildings such as hospitals and schools were erected in many parts of Igboland. Along with these changes, electricity and running water were installed in the early 20th century. With electricity, new technology such as radios and televisions were adopted, and have become commonplace in most Igbo households.

A series of black and white, silent films about the Igbo people made by George Basden in the 1920s and 1930s are held in the British Empire and Commonwealth Collection at Bristol Archives 

[avissapiens]

Jockbull Summer Final Week Set A (1/1/24-7/1/24)

Model Used is Tsonghan Wu

Here we are bros. I decided to end it early since I accidentally started the Jockbull summer in like the last month of Spring. So we’ll call this a season. 8 weeks and then onto the next. Additionally, interest largely seem’s to have waned and I wanna focus on giving some more stuff that’ll keep your attention rather than flooding your dashboards lol. These will be my last set of diary write ups. And then next week I'll have a retrospective detailing how things went and what I'm likely to keep

1.

I’ll be straight and real with yall. This was probably the worst week yet lol. Mentally i just wasn’t here. Lots of stress and strain. I do have a new workout structure, that includes AMRAP pushups near the end. Diamond push ups that really tire you out by the time you finish all your other training, but its not quite the same or for the same purpose. I tried to sort my time table so that Pushups were combined with the times i wanted to work on my PT cert early in the day. But that has yet to really work out.

2.

Keeping with the smite idea from previous weeks I managed to go on a 3 game win-streak. Total ez streak, possibly because my Elo was reset from not playing in such a long time. But dunking is still dunking and you still get the mental endorphin rush from winning. Only thing that broke the streak is that my Duos partner (yet another Muscle brained Gym bro that i’ve known for years) had to dip mid game. Tragic.

3.

Since this is the last week and its even I didn’t throw anything out. But I am going to have one final push to get some of the last chunks of shitty oversized clothing out of my life. Gonna make an attempt to throw out 4 more pieces of clothing and then the lot will be going to the charity/thrift shop.

4.

I’m good enough at this. I’ll use it more often. And I am 100% going to do that Bro voice file at some point in the future.

5.

There is an episode of Baki where the main character is lying in bed with his girlfriend horny as hell, and they are about to fuck when Baki’s father, Strongest man in the world Yujiro, appears out of the darkness to cheerlead them fucking. And more than cheerlead. This man encourages the most relentless rauchy unending stream of fucking bitches from his 18 year old son. Literally morning noon and night boning down. It sounded like a passage from Alpha breeder. Unbelievable. Why doesn’t this show have more fanart?

6.

A kind of gymbro failure story which makes me sound like a bit of a douche but i also don’t care.

I’m pretty regularly one of the bigger guys in the gym at any given time. Not always. And that’s not really a compliment to me and more of a dunk on the kind of establishment that my gym is. So this one dude has kinda latched onto me as his story for hope cause of all the weight i lost and how much i’ve grown. I think he’s convinced i’m going to give him the secret formula and not just tell him “Just keep training and eat properly.” He came up to me this week and asked if he could come and workout with me another day. Gave some spiel about needing someone to motivate him and keep him going. He’s another immigrant too. So I commiserate with that and I told him sure, even tho i don’t particularly like training push with other people. But then on the day he was supposed to come at the time we had set up he just…didn’t show. Which makes sense. I tried telling him, motivation should be internal. Consistency comes from discipline. But he didn’t want to hear it. And so the outcome made sense. I wasn’t super broken up about it, Just meant i got to train push on my own in peace and quiet.

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Taken!Series Part Two: Bleeding Out: Angel Reyes x Reader

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Taken!Series:

Part One: Mother - Tragedy strikes when Angel leaves you and Valeria alone for the evening.

Angel’s world falls apart.

The police are already onsite when he returns to the house. He got the call from Felipe twenty minutes ago and had broken the speed limit to get here. He knows EZ isn’t far behind. When he steps off his bike it’s chaos, red and blue lights flash across the night sky, the occasional chirp of a siren ringing in his ears. There’s crime scene tape up already, segregating the house from the rest of the neighbourhood. It’s a nightmare, the worst he had ever had.

The stench of blood and cordite is in the air, Angel can take it on his tongue as he surveys the madness. He hears his father’s gruff voice before he sees him, he tilts his head to see Felipe keeping pace alongside a stretcher that’s being wheeled towards the ambulance.

Sometimes dies in his chest, the air rushing out of his lungs as he forces himself forward. Felipe is barking at the paramedics, trying to get more information when Angel appears by his side. He catches a glimpse of you before they close the ambulance doors. You’re pale, frighteningly so. For a moment he thinks you’re dead but then the paramedic slips an oxygen mask over your face and he feels that relief rush through him. His eyes fixate on the blood, the sheer volume of it, it stains your hands and clothes, dripping from the gurney and onto the floor of the ambulance.

That’s all he gets to see before they shut the doors, and you vanish from his sight.

“Pop?” His voice comes out like rasp.

He can’t understand what happened, one minute you were waving goodbye and the next…

It feels like his life is slipping right between his fingers.

Felipe turns to face him, and Angel can see the devastation. It’s rare that his father shows emotion but right now he feels his own mirrored in the older man’s eyes.

“I came by to check in and I found the door unlocked…” Felipe gestures towards the house before shaking his head. It’s at that moment that Angel sees the blood on his shirt, it’s streaked up his arms and over his hands. He knows his father would have done everything he could to save you. “I tried my best son, but I…”

He trails off, his gaze straying back to the house.

This is on him, Angel knows it, he can feel it in his bones. His lifestyle before you was messy and violent. The club has changed since then, focusing more on the community but he knows the past has a way of catching up with you. He can see the weight of his decisions rushing into his future as he stares at the blood drops on the concrete.

He swallows hard against the anguish in his chest. He needs to go to the hospital, he needs to be with you right now, but then he remembers Valeria, his daughter and he can’t believe the thought hasn’t crossed his mind until now.

“You’ve got Valeria right?” Angel asks his father, his hand gripping Felipe’s arm so hard that the older man knows it’s going to leave bruises. “I mean she’s with a neighbour or someone, she’s not still in the house?”

The look on Felipe’s face makes his entire body run cold, his grasp on his father tightens as his heart rate increases.

“Angel…” Felipe rasps, meeting his son’s eyes. “I thought she was with you.”

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[garbinge]

Only If I'm Lucky

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Felipe Reyes & OC Lucrecia (Lucky) Fuentes Bishop Losa x OC Lucky

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 6.2k words A/N: My Lucky girl <3

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content.

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Angel started to tinker with the mechanism that cooled the butcher counter’s selection of cuts. It had been emptied out, all of the meat now living in the walk in cooler in the back. The noise followed by tinkering was a loud crack and then instant whooshing which was quickly drowned out by the yells of Angel as water from a broken pipe spit out into his face and all along the floor. 

“Fuck!” Angel was stepping up and wiping the water off his face and lifting his feet as if that was going to save his shoes from the puddle of water on the ground. Luckily the pipe only had a small amount of water in it, all of it now residing on the shop’s floor but the pipe itself was just dripping verse spilling out now. 

“I told you I ordered a new part for this.” Felipe grumpily approached as he took in the mess his eldest child left on the ground. 

“I was just tryna save you a few bucks, Pops.” Angel didn’t even bother looking at his father, he was more concerned with the gunk and water on his shirt and jeans. 

“Well now you’re costing me more, go to the market and pick up more towels, I don’t have any more here.” 

Angel nodded and started to make his way over the puddle and around the counter until he frowned and turned around. “I don’t think Fuentes Grocery has towels for sale, Pops.” 

Even though Felipe was turned around, his sigh could be heard crystal clear to Angel. 

“I meant to talk to Lisabeth, ask her to borrow some.” Some days the father of the Reyes family felt his children were still 10 years old despite them having moved out and having their own lives. 

Angel nodded and made his way out of the shop and walked a couple feet to the right where Fuentes Grocery was, it was the carniceria’s neighbor, only sitting two stores away from it. The Fuentes family, who owned the store became close friends with the Reyes family over the years. There were similar family dynamics at play. Single parent, two kids, one of them who tended to get into more trouble than the other. Years ago that would have been the way Felipe described Angel, but considering his younger son just got out of prison, he’d have to give that title to Ezekiel. Although, with Angel’s involvement with the local MC, he was tailing pretty close. 

“Lisa!” Angel called out as he entered the store, the bells on the door ringing as an additional signal someone was here, not that it was needed in addition to his voice. 

“This isn’t your fuckin’ clubhouse, Angel. You can’t just yell and expect attention.” A woman’s voice sped past him with a box of produce. 

“Sorry, Lucrecia.” Angel smirked knowing the use of the girl’s full name would bother her. 

“Only mom calls me that, Reyes.” She was placing the box on the closest counter before turning around to roll her eyes at him.   

“Speaking of your mom, I’m looking for her. She here?” Angel lifted his head to see if he could see the elder woman who he had called out to originally. 

“No, she went down to the municipal building, some shit about our permits.” The girl was wiping her hands on her apron that had her name tag pinned to it. “Lucky, General Manager.” 

“Permits? They’re still bugging her about that?” Angel frowned. 

“They’re always bugging us about something. Our permits, our labor works, our inventory. If it’s not one thing it’s the other. All a part of the county’s push to gentrify shit.” The frustration in Lucky’s voice was apparent. 

“Look, Bish, he knows the mayor, I could pull a few strings.” Angel’s voice was determined and hopeful. He knew the girl knew Bishop, but wasn’t sure if she was aware of his connections.

“I don’t need you rescuing me, Reyes.” 

“Not you, Fuentes.” Angel rolled his eyes. “But this place, it’s one of the last few latino grocery stores in the area, not to mention it’s got a lot of memories. 

It was true, between here and the carniceria there were tons of memories for them as young kids, teenagers. 

Angel broke his arm in aisle 5 when he was 12. Lucky was the one who pushed him, not without motive though. He was throwing lentils at her, trying to get them stuck in her hair. 

EZ would come over on inventory nights with Lucky and help her take stock so she could place product orders. 

The three kids constantly found themselves at the halfway point between the grocer and the carniceria after school pretty often. The Santo Padre Arcade. Most of the high scores on the machines inside had the initials LKY, ANG, or EZ. 

Lucky would bring over fresh spices and produce for Felipe every week so he could prepare marinades and dry rubs to sell, all courtesy of her mother, Lisa. He’d send her back with meat for the week. 

Every Wednesday night, they had dinner together, both families. The Fuentes would be lucky if the younger sibling would show. Tómas had a tendency to be caught up in his own mess, it started out as small petty issues. Stealing, fighting, acting out. But then as the group got older, he started doing more serious crimes. Drugs, robbery, battery and assault. It was expected, the Fuentes family came from a really dangerous town in Guatemala, once their father had been killed just from being in the wrong place at the wrong time, the matriarch of the family, Lisabeth, made the decision to take her two kids out of the country and somewhere she thought would be more safe. 

Angel tried his best to get Tómas to join the club, he figured it’d be a good place for him to feel welcome, feel that familial bond he was likely missing. But it never worked. He ended up getting arrested for arson and now resided in Stockton State County Corrections serving 15-20, with a chance of getting out on parole when the 10 mark hit. 

Overall, the memories were flowing between these two stores, between each member of the family. 

“Are they pushing you to sell?” Lucky’s voice got more serious now. It wasn’t a secret, with her mother’s old age, the store was becoming more and more of Lucky’s responsibility. She let her mom handle a lot of the business things, help her feel like she still had control, but to people like Angel and EZ, they could see Lucky was truly the one pulling strings and keeping the operation moving. 

“Nah, I know they’re ripping up half the strip but the mayor keeps them off the shop. Pop, well, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” Angel explained. 

It was obvious Lucky was considering it, with a new fine every month, people with suits coming even more frequently trying to push a check, it was getting exhausting, and hard to keep up with the other tasks to keep the grocery running. 

“Let me talk to Bishop.” Lucky spoke up, it was clear her mind was going a mile a minute trying to think of the best way to go about it. 

“You know you don’t gotta bother with all that, I can talk to him.” Angel moved forward and grabbed the box of produce knowing when he entered the girl was moving to restock the produce carts. 

Lucky grabbed the tape dispenser along with the price tags she had clearly written herself and followed behind Angel. “So I’ll come by tonight?” Lucky was completely ignoring Angel’s statement. She wanted to be the one to talk to Bishop. Lucky wasn’t a shy or timid girl, she was honestly pretty aggressive and mean only when she had to be, but it never came with hesitation. She had been pretty independent, when it came down to it she had lost both of the Fuentes men in her life and as her mom grew older, a lot of the responsibility fell on Lucrecia. She took it all with stride though, not one complaint about her responsibilities, only letting them slip when people would doubt her or treat her like she wasn’t capable. On the other hand though, that just meant that with the people she loved, she was fiercely loyal. Angel fit somewhere in that description, the whole Reyes family did, and despite the annoyance Lucky felt that she had to repeat herself again, about talking to Bishop herself, the love for the Reyes family trumped that. It also helped that Angel knew the girl well to understand her. 

“A’ight, come by the clubhouse at like 9, the group will be there, there’s a little party happening anyways, a few of the guys from Stockton had to make the trip down.” 

That made Lucrecia laugh to herself. “Even if they weren’t here, the lot of you would find something else to party for.” 

Angel smiled at that. “Ain’t wrong.” He had started to grab the tape and place the price cards in the proper places. A comfortable silence fell over the both of them for the next few minutes as they worked to label and price each box of produce that was recently set up. 

“Wait, why were you looking for my mom?” Lucky broke the silence with a frown, her body now leaning against the slanting produce stand as she stared up at Angel. 

“Fuck!” All of Angel’s thoughts came back to him as he scrambled to the back of the store. Lucky was close behind, not without a laugh and few comments about if his head wasn’t attached to his body. She followed him in the back inventory section, dodging palettes, making mental notes of all the other things she needed to get to this week, the list starting to scroll down which always made it difficult for her to breathe when she thought about it. To her surprise, they ended up at the custodial room as Angel quickly collected a couple of the folded towels that were stacked on the shelves. 

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Lucky asked but Angel was already moving back out to the store. So she simply grabbed two towels herself and followed him out the store. As they reached the door, she turned to the group of cashiers, two busy ringing people up but the other was price tagging a few items for the manager’s special shelf as she waited for her line to build. 

“Ana, can you keep an eye for the next few minutes? I’m popping over to Felipe’s really quickly.” 

The girl smiled, nodded, and waved her out, making it a lot easier on Lucky to go help Angel deal with, well, whatever was happening. 

“Hello?!” She called out to Angel who was multiple feet ahead of her now. Between the headstart and his long legs, she’d have to jog to catch up to him, which wasn’t happening. 

Finally, she approached the carniceria, Angel was already inside and as she opened the door she saw the puddle through the glass case. 

“Woah.” It was said breathy as she caught her breath. She might not have jogged to keep up with Angel, but she did pick her pace up. “You bullshit your time away knowing this was over here?” 

“Of course he did.” Felipe’s voice could be heard behind the girl as he re-entered his shop with a metal part in his hand. Even with the annoyance in his voice, it didn’t stop him from smiling and placing a kiss on the girl’s head. For all intents and purposes, Lucky was like a daughter to Felipe, he was probably the only man in the world who treated her delicately and that was because it was the only man in the world Lucrecia would let treat her that way. 

“Hola, Lucrecia.” He smiled before dropping his frown as he looked at the mess. 

“What happened?” She carefully stepped to throw the towels she had down on the ground to soak up any of the puddle possible before turning to Felipe for answers because she had tried and failed with Angel even before they got here. 

“My angel of a son was trying to save me money.” Felipe called out as he disappeared into the walk-in freezer. 

Lucrecia turned to give Angel a look and all he did was wave it off and moved to soak up more of the liquid. With an eye roll she got down to look at the bottom of the glass case. “Oh you just need to replace this.” Her voice was so shocked as she expected to see something worse based on the mess. 

Angel’s eyes closed as he fully accepted his defeat, knowing now that there were two of them against one, he wasn’t standing a chance. 

Felipe could be heard again as he walked back through the small hallway from the freezer to where the main part of the store was. “I told him.” He grunted as he placed the black crate filled with different odds and ends of meats on the bookshelf perpendicular to the glass case. 

“Do you have the part? I can fix this.” She turned her head to look at Felipe who was picking it out of his apron pocket. 

“That? That’s the part?” Angel stood there shocked as Lucky went to grab it. 

Lucky let out a laugh, knowing Angel was realizing how big he messed up and she immediately grabbed the wrench to move to the ground to install the new part while Angel stood there still dumbfounded, fully understanding the reality of the mess he made. 

As she twisted the washers around the pipe, the sound of Angel’s phone echoed and faded as he stepped over Lucky to go take the call outside. She let out another laugh, this is usually how it went. Lucky was always fixing Angel’s mess, she did it willingly, a lot of the time without Angel even realizing it. Ever since EZ went to prison, there was kind of this unspoken bond between the two. They both had siblings that went to prison, parents who were struggling to make it by, the eldest children of the family who were required to step up even if they weren’t asked. It created an unstated understanding between them. 

“Sorry, that was E, I gotta go. See you later tonight, Lucky.” Angel walked back into the shop to grab his kutte which was hanging on one of the counters, likely taken off when he was attempting to fix the cooler. 

“You weren’t doing anything anyways!” Lucky called out with her head half under the cooler still adjusting the part with the wrench so there was no chance of another leak. 

Felipe let out a laugh at her comment and waved his son out. 

Angel left with a head shake but no time to argue. 

“Thanks for your help.” Felipe walked over and sat on a crate to Lucky’s left. 

“Should have called me from the jump!” Lucky was still yelling since her voice was muffled by the cooler. 

Felipe laughed again, “You should know how it is with Angel. He does before he thinks.” 

Lucky pushed herself out from the cooler and smiled. She sat up so her elbows were resting on her knees and her back was leaning against the cooler. 

“Should work good as new now.” Her head pointed to the open slot of the cooler. 

“I can see it on your face.” Felipe said as he looked at her. “What’s going on?” 

Lucky knew it wasn’t worth brushing off what was on her mind. “Feel like we can’t catch a break. If it’s not our permits, it's our warehouses, the price jumps, I’m drowning.” 

“You’re doing too much.” Felipe spoke up, he wasn’t going to turn this into a pity party, it wasn’t what Lucky wanted and it definitely wasn’t what she needed. She needed facts, she needed advice.

“We’re doing the same?” Lucky spoke confused. 

“It was too much then when it was you and your mom working the same but it's definitely too much now that it’s mainly you.” He wasn’t looking at the girl as he spoke, his eyes were on the counter as he leaned over to grab a handful of something. As he turned back to see the look on her face, he laughed. “I’m old, not stupid.” Leaning over he held his hand out and Lucky met him halfway extending out her own hand. “Your mom’s getting up there, it's harder for her.” 

Lucky’s eyes dropped down to see the few pieces of chocolate fall into her hand and she grinned both at that and his comment. “Don’t tell her that.” 

“I wouldn’t dare.” Felipe chuckled. 

“You opened up that florist section a couple years ago. Is it bringing in cash?” He was asking so nicely but Lucky could tell he knew the answer to his question. 

“Same thing with the bakery.” Lucky took a deep breath. 

Felipe just nodded, waiting for a full response from the girl. 

“If we closed down the floral department and the bakery, downsized our selections, we’d be above water easily.” She thought back to the spreadsheets she spent so often looking at. There was the added piece of the permits and fines, but after tonight she’d hope that’d be settled. “But I don’t know if my mom would be on board for that, she worked hard to open up those departments.” 

“Let me chat with your mom, she’s coming for dinner tomorrow night anyways.” Felipe offered up with a soft smile. “She might just need some convincing that taking the backseat is what’s best.” 

“She’s going to call you out.” Lucky tried to bite back her smirk, as she finally dropped the pieces of chocolate in her mouth. She knew her mother so well that she’d push the cards back on Felipe. 

“And I’ll mention that my two children combined aren’t as involved as you.” There was humor in his voice but also truth behind that. Angel and EZ had the club, the shop was second to them. For Lucky, this was her life, her first priority. 

“Thanks.” She nodded before beginning to stand up. Dusting off her clothes and apron as she steaded herself standing. 

“I should be thanking you. I can open for the afternoon now.” He brought her in for a quick hug before walking the woman out of the shop. 

_______ Lucky was glad she set the alarm on her phone because otherwise she would have worked straight through the night. She was taking time to go through the paperwork and make rough estimates on the cuts. She kept reminding herself that it was better to cut the pieces of the business that were hemorrhaging money than cutting people. 

She ran her hands over her face and through her hair before taking a deep breath and getting up out of the office chair. She shut her laptop and leaned over the desk taking one last look at the stack of folders and papers scattered around before turning the desk lamp off. As she made her way back to the lockers the employees used, she hung her apron on the hook by the door. As the locker opened she looked in the mirror she had zip tied to the locker and couldn’t help but chuckle. The bags under her eyes were dark and her hair was falling out of its ponytail. She grabbed concealer from her makeup bag that lived in the top part of her locker and covered up her under eyes along with a couple other blemishes while also taking out her hair and letting the curls fall in their natural places. Her last thing before heading out was changing out of the dirtied t-shirt she wore all day that smelt like the floor of the butchers shop, iron, produce, and sweat all together. Taking the opportunity she re-applied deodorant and then sprayed the cheap fruit perfume on her full outfit before grabbing her phone so she could call a cab. 

It always made her laugh when she showed up to the clubhouse on party nights. She tended to stick out, not being a partier and more of a homebody whenever she got the chance. It showed in how she acted at these things. While others were drinking to obliteration, smoking, and fighting, she always was in the corner, nursing her beer and taking in the life around her. 

As she stood on the inside of the gate with her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and took in the party in front of her, she heard her name being called. Turning to see where it was coming from she saw the Reyes brothers. 

“Haven’t seen you at a club party in months, Luck.” Angel cheesed clearly a couple beers in already. 

“Don’t get used to it.” She gave him a hug and quickly grabbed the beer he just opened before he took a sip of it. 

“Gladly.” He huffed and took the steps to go grab another one from the bar inside leaving Lucky and EZ outside. 

“Been a minute, Lucky.” EZ hugged the girl. 

“Sure has. I didn’t want to bother you at your welcome home party, the neighbors were very excited.” 

EZ smiled his signature smile at that and dropped his face to the ground. “The abuelitas love a comeback story.”  

“That they do.” She laughed and pointed to his arms. “The biceps, too.” 

After the two of them let out a couple laughs, EZ decided he’d address the elephant in the room.

“Tómas, he’s doing good, we weren’t cellmates or anything but he was on the same cell block as me, same courtyard and lunch times, work detail, saw him a lot, he’s–” 

“I don’t really care about Tómas, EZ.” Her face hardened as she spoke to him, her arms now moving across her chest completely closing herself off to the conversation. “I don’t visit him for a reason.” EZ knew the reason, it was because he cut his family off the visitors list. It’s where he got the idea to do it with Emily. He downplayed it to Lucky but EZ got close with Tómas in prison, they weren’t best friends by any means but they talked more inside than they ever did outside. It was on the tip of his tongue, he was about to say that it’s hard in lockup that Tómas took her off the list for a reason she’d never understand unless it happened to her but he just nodded. 

“I’m happy you’re home, EZ.” She reached up and squeezed his arm.

“Yea, me too.” He rested his hand on hers and squeezed it back.

“I got business to discuss with your prez,” She shifted gears completely, her voice completely changing from the seriousness it was in before. 

“Fuentes Grocer GM never stops talking business.” 

“Or thinking about it.” She joked. “Do you know where Bishop is?” 

“Probably inside telling drunken war stories with the other viejos.” EZ’s grin was contagious to Lucky. 

Her eyes glanced down to the watch on her wrist and while it was completely plausible for that to be the case, she knew this early into the night Bishop would be sober and solemn, they likely had templo at 8, which is why Angel told her to come at 9. It was now 9:35, just like the business never slept for her, it was the same for the club president. 

The music got louder as the door opened, there were more people inside than outside and it overwhelmed the girl a bit. She took a couple steps inside and looked around searching for Bishop over every face in the crowd. That was when Taza’s eyes caught hers. His face softened and his lips curved into a light smile before he pointed to the templo sliding door which was partially open. That gave her all the permission she needed to walk over and stand at the entrance. She stood there silent for a minute, she felt like she was looking at a mirror as she saw him with papers scattered all over the table, his hand resting on his forehead as he thought through whatever was on his mind. As he let out a deep sigh his eyes looked up to see Lucrecia at the stained glass door. Despite being mid-sigh, his smile grew. 

“Aren’t I lucky?” He spoke up as he leaned back in the chair. The joke was one he always made when he saw her. She’d never admit that it made her unbelievably giddy. “Close the door.” 

She didn’t even bother to look behind her as she closed the door, her eyes stayed on Bishop’s as her hand reached behind her and slid the door closed. 

Lucky took her time to walk over to Bishop, letting her hand move lightly over the chairs that took up every foot between her and the man. Stopping at the vice president's chair where she took both of her hands and let them rest on the points of the backrest. 

“You look like me 30 minutes ago.” She nodded at the papers as her body swung to and from the chair as her hands still gripped on the backrest. 

“Busy night for us decision makers.” He was fully leaning back now, his arm casually draped along the arm rest as his body shifted to face the woman. 

“Always is.” 

“Rough day for you?” Bishop changed his demeanor a bit as he picked up on the girl’s tone. 

“Always is.” She repeated the same sentence but this time it was spoken with humor as he eyebrows raised. 

“Come here.” Bishop moved his head to the right but he was signaling for the girl to come closer to him. 

Instinctually she turned to the door to make sure she fully closed it and then moved to straddle the man in his chair. Her legs sliding through the open space of the arm rests, and her arms moving to rest right on top of his shoulders, her hands meeting behind his head intertwined. Bishop’s hands instinctually moved to hold her securely on his lap which just meant they were resting comfortable on her rear. Moments like these with Bishop helped her balance reality, made life feel light and goals feel tangible. She’d never admit that out loud though. Admitting it would mean anyone but them knew about their relationship. If it even could be called that. Since know one knew they didn’t really give it a label, although Bishop wasn’t really the type to ask someone to be his old lady, it was a role someone just fit into. Taza was the only one from the club that had any knowledge of Lucky and Bishop, no one else. 

Bishop leaned his head up and brought one of his hands to Lucky’s head and brought it down to meet his. Their foreheads rested on eachother’s for a moment and it was all Lucrecia needed to know despite their lack of ability to say it outloud, she was the same balance for him as he was to her. Their lips met for a quick second, just a brush against eachother’s until they met with full passion. Lucky couldn’t help but roll her hips on top of the man, squeeze her arms tightly around him in an attempt to get as close as possible to the man. Bishop’s hands got tangled up in her curls, then down the pink satin spaghetti strap that rested on her torso and then finally back down to her tight jeans. 

As they stopped to catch their breaths, Bishop reached back up and tucked her hair behind her ear and quickly rubbed his thumb on her cheek. As his hands retreated back down similarly to how they were just minutes before, but now with less feral eagerness and more of a caring touch, his ringed ringers grabbed the spaghetti strap that must’ve fallen down the girl’s arm during their passionate kiss and placed it back on her shoulder. He placed it back with the lightest touch, one that sent shivers down her spine before he gripped her legs again and secured her on his lap. 

“I know you didn’t come here just to see me, I’m not that lucky.” There was the joke again. It made her wish they were back at either of their normal stomping grounds, his place or hers where there was probably no free space they didn’t christen but she’d have no problem trying to find one. 

“Why wouldn’t I be here just to see you?” Her voice was meant to sound jokingly but it had been drenched with allure. 

“Because you only come to the clubhouse when I ask you to be here,” He had gotten her there, that was true, she rarely if ever did these random pop ins. “Since there was a party tonight, I knew specifically not to ask you.” His hands were now rubbing up and down her back sometimes bringing the fabric of her shirt up and he’d touch the bare skin, and sometimes it’d be the tickle of the satin fabric up and down her skin. 

“I’ve been known to party.” She argued, leaning over and leaving a couple kisses on his neck. 

“Oh, I know you can party.” It was a flirtatious line and Lucky knew exactly what he was talking about, down to envisioning it in her head. 

She moved her mouth over to his now and kissed him, it took a lot for her not to start grinding on his lap again as she moved in sync with the kiss but before getting too carried away again, she cupped his face as she pulled back and let her hands rest on his shoulders. 

“I do need something.” She closed her eyes, hating that she ruined the moment and hated even more that she had to ask a favor. 

“I know.” He smirked and it was something that if Lucrecia kept her eyes closed she would have missed. 

“What do you mean you know?” She was confused. 

“Angel gave me a heads up.” It was spoken so airy with no weight to it that from context clues alone it shouldn’t have angered Lucky the way it did. 

“Of course he did. I could kill him.” She let out an angered sigh. 

“Be my guest, you’d be doing me a favor.” Bishop joked. 

“Unfortunately I think his father would be rather mad at me if I did.” She squinted her eyes back at Bishop her way of addressing his sarcasm. But all he did was dish it right back with a raise of his eyebrows as if to say, ‘are you sure about that?’ 

“Alright, you got me there.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not much of a murderer anyways.” 

“You’re right, I can handle it for you.” He teased. Bishop never realized the weight of jokes like that for Lucky, what they brought her back to, her father, her brother. The conflict in the fact that she hated her brother for pretty much the exact same thing that her best friends did, that the man she was with did. But it was different, at least that’s what she told herself every time the thought snuck into her head and she’d never let it sit there for longer than a minute and even that was 59 seconds too long. 

“What did big mouth tell you?” Lucky moved to cross her arms now to show her displeasure to Bishop. 

“Why don’t you tell me? It’ll sound better coming from you.” Bishop was working his charm on her and it worked. 

“I need something.” She repeated again, her way of working up the nerve to ask even though it was clear the man knew something already. 

He could have answered with another teasing comment but he opted to go the other way. “Whatever you need.” 

“I hear you know the mayor.” She spoke. 

Despite knowing a basis of what she was going to ask, It caught Bishop by surprise. The girl he was currently with asking about the one he was with previously. Angel had left out details and just mentioned that Lucky needed some help with business stuff at the grocery store. He thought he’d have to twist some arms at a warehouse, maybe rough up a supplier. 

“I don’t care about how you know her, Obispo.” It was like she could read his facial expressions like a book.  “I just need a favor. Angel told me you could do it, but I’m not stupid enough to rely on Angel’s facts.” This made Bishop laugh. “What’s the favor?” 

“We keep getting harassed about our permits, people keep coming by to try and push us to sell, for a very disrespectful price I might add.” She tilted her head in anger as she explained the situation. “Between the fines and then my mom going down to talk to the municipality, followed by me because she gets nowhere with them, I’m wasting so much money and time, which is money.” 

Bishop seemed kind of relieved that was what the favor was, if he knew sooner of the issues Fuentes Grocery was facing he would have mentioned it to the mayor sooner without Lucky even needing to ask. 

“Consider it done.” 

By the look on Bishop’s face, it made Lucky let out a breathy laugh which made Bishop frown but the slight smirk on his face was growing. “What’s funny?” 

“How something weighing so heavy on me is such an easy task for you.” 

“I wouldn’t say it’s easy.” Bishop knew these business propositions down at the mayor's office were well above his pay grade, there was a line and he knew where he wasn’t able to cross it. But this, considering how close it was to the carniceria which he had already put on the mayor’s radar, this wouldn’t be close to the line. Now, Vicki’s, that was a different story and another problem for another day. “It’s just doable.” 

“Thank you.” She softened her face and hugged the man. The power in her embrace was something Bishop could feel, he knew the importance of taking care of the store for the girl and this clearly had been a dark cloud looming over her for a while. 

“Can I help you with your stuff?” She turned to look at the paperwork, not taking any time to really soak any of the info in without the president’s permission. 

“Mapping our route up to Stockton. We’re working on expanding.” 

It was two sentences but it was all Lucky needed. She knew there was issue with a couple clubs on their normal routes so a lot of the major highways would be off-limits, along with some of the back roads. The girl turned more to look at the map where Bishop had penciled through a couple routes and written down the issues as to why they weren’t travelable. 

After she studied the map she picked up the pencil, she was leaning in not the most comfortable position and started to draw a route. “It’ll be 3 hours longer, but you’ll pass by some of the national parks, it’ll make for a nice drive.” Bishop was in awe that he didn’t think of it, he was stuck in here making the list of the ride through calls he was going to have to make in order to secure protection, looking at the route Lucrecia mapped out it cut his list in half, and it was just a courtesy call, not protection. 

“And if you need, I could loan you one of the grocery trucks to take something more direct for some of the guys to get there quicker.” 

A full approached solution. It made Bishop chuckle and kiss the girl one more time.  

“You wanna hang out, I was about to come out with the group anyways.” Bishop spoke as Lucky got up off his lap and they both started piling the maps and notes together on the table. 

“Wish I could but I got a million things to do back at the store, you wanna pick me up later, though? Take me home? Understand if you gotta be here, though, entertain the boys from Stockton.” 

“I’ll pick you up later. Never liked that you’d walk home that late.” 

“I’m a woman not incapable, Obispo.” 

“I meant I never liked it for the town, one person gives you the wrong look and you’ll send them to the hospital, I’m just looking out for Santo Padre, baby.” 

With an eye roll she walked up the couple stairs of templo and turned her head one last time to get a look at him standing at the head of the table. “See you later, Obispo.” 

He smirked knowing he was going to let out the same joke as earlier, one saved just for her that he’d never be able to say to anyone else. 

“Only if I’m lucky.” 

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : LIKE DADDY

“Baby, have you seen my chain?”

You walk into your shared closet and see your husband going through the jewelry cabinet. “Which one?”

“The one you gave me for our anniversary.” He bends down to look at another box. “I’m sure I placed it on the nightstand, but it’s not there and I can’t find it here.”

“Hmm, you probably misplaced it somewhere else. At the studio maybe?”

He groans “No I came home with it last night.”

You shrug, “I’ll help look downstairs, let me just check if the kids need anything.”

You walk out the door and towards the Children's room. You see your daughter Mia playing with her Fujifilm Instax camera her godfather gifted her for Christmas.

“No Ezequiel, you need to pose like daddy so you actually look like twins.” Mia tells him, her voice sounding like she's irritated.

“But mama said that’s not nice.”

“Mama is not here, you baby.”

“Mama is here young lady, what are you making your brother do?” You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows to look at her.

Mia looks like she just got caught doing a crime, but the thing is, she has the same sneaky smirk her father does when he gets caught doing something he’s not supposed to.

“He wanted to look like daddy.”

“Okay, and what was the not nice thing he had to do?”

Mia shakes her head.

You turn to look at your son. “Ezequiel?”

He was about to answer but Mia cut him off. “Fine, fine, I come clean. He was supposed to do the naughty fingers and hold his chain.” She shrugs.

“You know better than that Mia, no naughty fingers- wait, What chain?”

“He has daddy’s chain.”

You stand up straight and head towards your son. “Oh your dad is throwing a fit, he thought he lost it.” You pick up Ezequiel and have him in your arms. “Let’s go show daddy.”

“Can I come?” Mia asks.

You nod, “Of course baby, come on.” You hold out your hand so she can put hers in with you, and you three make it back upstairs.

“Babe.”

You hear noises from the bedroom, things being thrown all around.

“He’s mad mama?” Mia asks.

“No, he just really loves this chain.” You walk into your shared bedroom and see the bed is unmade, the side dressers are wide open.

“Jack.”

“What?” He’s on the floor looking under the bed. “Yeah sorry, what happened?” He says looking up and seeing you and the kids there, so he stands up and smiles.

“Daddy you made a big mess.” Mia says, looking around the room.

“Yeah, I’ll clean it up in a bit.”

“So I found your chain.” You tell him smiling.

“Fu-I mean duck yes, where was it?”

You walk up to him and hand him Ezequiel. “Your little twin.”

Jack looks down at EZ and smiles. “I should’ve asked him first huh?” You just smile.

“Daddy, Mia took pictures of me with your chain, we twins.”

“I bet she did an amazing job, I can’t wait to see them.” He looks at Mia and winks. “And you definitely are my twin little man.”

Ezequiel smiles at that.

“Now why don’t you all go downstairs, get some snacks ready and pick a movie to watch, while I clean up here?”

“Yes movie please.”

“I want Little Rascals.”

“I’ll help you bubs.” You say and start picking up.

“No, it’s okay, I need to make a call real quick anyway. You go downstairs with the kids, I got this.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

Jack nods, so you and the kids make it downstairs and fix up some snacks and look for a new movie to watch.

******

A few hours and some movies later, the doorbell rings.

“Are you expecting anyone?” You ask your husband.

He nods, “Actually, yes. But it’s just a drop off.” He says and gets up from the couch and heads towards the door.

“Who is it momma?” Mia asks.

“I don’t know bug, it's probably daddy’s work.”

Mia groans, “It’s our weekend. No work duties.”

“It’s not work baby, I promise.” Jack says as he comes back into the living room and sits down next to Ezequiel.

You look at the velvet box and raise your eyebrows. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

Jack smirks, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Jackman, he doesn’t need it.”

He shrugs, “Only when we’re home.”

You’re smiling at that. “Go on then, he’ll love it.”

“Mia, pass this to your mama please.” Jack hands her a box.

“Oh, for me?” You ask him, smiling.

“Mia, this is for you.” He hands her a smaller box. “And this one's for you Ez.” He hands him a box.

The three of you open the box and see there’s a matching chain with the one you had gifted Jack for your anniversary.

“Oh pretty.”

“Daddy we matching now, yay. Thank you.”

“Anything for you little man.” Jack tells him and helps him put it on.

Ezequiel immediately gets up from the couch and heads your way. “Look mama, I’m just like daddy.”

You smile, “Yeah you are buddy, twins for life.”

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[tragicalicenthightower]

just came to the realization that sons of anarchy and the mayans are really just shakespearean adaptations. like hear me out — Jax is clearly Hamlet haunted by his father’s death with a close male character responsible for his death. and Ez is very obviously Icarus — (ignoring the obviously Julius Caesar comparisons with his death) Angel is Daedalus trying his best to give Ez the tools to escape their life. But the call of power was too much and in the end Ez did too much flew too close to the sun and ultimately died for it.