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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years

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Teller What She Wants to Hear

A/N: So the idea behind this shameless piece of smut is that Jax Teller is a sex god who can straight up get you off with just the power of his dirty talk... because if anybody can, we know it’s THIS god of a man.

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, dom!Jax, teasing you in front of other men (but no actual sex in front of them), light choking, Jax getting you off at work (‘cause hell yes office sex)

Word Count: ~1.9k

First time Jax Teller called you ‘bitch’ in bed, you practically exploded.

And he noticed. Noticed right away that being called his bitch had made your pussy twitch. That even just the slightest hint of dominance and degradation, coming from him, seemed to scratch your every itch.

“Well, damn...” his tongue flicked in a devilish dance across his luscious lips as he watched your eyes flutter in bliss, body trembling to death beneath his. “You really fucking like that, huh? You like being my dirty little slut?”

Holy shit. Too turned on to speak, needy and weak, you just spastically nodded. This man made you so goddamn desperate. So wet. You just tried not to drown in the flood. In that instant you knew you were born to be nothing but his fucking slut.

You came harder that night than you ever had, moaning like mad, while Jax kept up a mind-blowing stream of obscene dirty talk, as he ravaged your holes with his raging hard cock. Take it, whore. This what you want? This what you fucking live for? Taking this big dick so good in that tight little cunt? Fuck yeah, just like this. Scream for me, bitch. You want more? Want me to cum deep inside this sweet pussy or fill up that hot fucking mouth of yours? With each vigorous thrust of his hips Jax would press his lips closer against your ear, just to make sure you could hear, over your uncontrollable screams. Words straight out of your wildest dreams.

And the dream hasn’t ended, since then. Turns out your badass biker boyfriend is a literal god among men. Now he knows what his dirty words do, the sheer power that one filthy whisper can have over you, he gets off on exerting that power again and again and again.

Sometimes the cocky son of a bitch even dares to talk dirty to you in public, right in front of his club and his friends—working his wicked magic, teasing you about just how desperate you are for his big fucking dick, while the whole damn room watches and listens. You’d acted as if you were pissed off about it, the first time it happened. You weren’t. Loved it more than you liked to admit, but Jax knew it, and there was no need to pretend.

It went without saying that all the Sons respected you a ton, given your status as SAMCRO’s reigning First Lady, basically. But respect didn’t mean that they couldn’t indulge in a bit of fun, seeing you fall to pieces at the hands of the President. Sighing and shivering just from the force of the smutty words he murmured into your ear.

“Aye, Jackie Boy!” Chibs would cheer, spurring Jax on as you’d come undone just from the sound of your man’s painfully sexy voice. “Go on and give it to ‘er good, son. Tell ‘er what she wants to hear.”

It’s gotten to the point where Jax’s dirty talk can fuck you up more deeply and completely than his cock. Which is saying a lot, ‘cause that cock never fails to hit all of your spots.

But the pure fucking porn that pours out of that damn sinful mouth he’s got... God, you might fall apart just at the thought.

Which would be inconvenient, because you're at work right this moment. Stuck in the office late after a long exhausting day. Jax usually swings by at lunch for a much-needed lay, but some serious club business kept him away, and your pussy is aching and empty and super not fucking okay.

All you have are your thoughts of him sending you into a trance.

So you decide to walk the hallways for a minute just to stretch your legs, to try and take your mind off sex; can’t help but wonder if your boss or your friends in the office would notice if you slipped a hand in your pants...

That’s when you feel his telltale presence: the real boss of your ass, coming up from behind you now all of a sudden and casually taking that ass in his dominant grasp.

“Whatcha doin’ there, darlin’?” he asks, and already the sound of his low raspy voice in your ear has your toes curling. Only Jax Teller can make darlin’ sound like a foul thing dripping with sin.

“Jax...!” you gasp, swiftly turning to face him, so desperate to feel him and taste him, smiling while he traces your lips with his thumb. “I was just—um...”

He goes ahead and finishes the sentence for you as his deep blue eyes explore you. “Looks like you were thinking how badly you needed to cum.”

Fucking hell. Of course he could tell; Teller knows you so well. “You’re not wrong...”

“Never am,” he gloats—all too true—dropping one hand to caress your throat, knowing how badly you long to be choked, while his other hand slides toward the crotch of your pants. “But damn, Y/N, that’d be a very naughty thing to do. Even for a bad little bitch like you.”

You’re so horny right now that you don’t even care who might turn down the hallway and witness you two in plain view. Getting fired would be fucking worth it, to give in to this burning thirst. Need him so bad it hurts. “Naughty?” you innocently bite your bottom lip as you repeat the word. “What, getting off at work? You know it wouldn’t be the first...”

“Not that,” Jax cuts you off, voice gravelly and gruff. “Getting off without me. Without fucking permission. But you knew that already, hun—betcha just wanted to piss me off. Didn’t you. Damn disobedient slut.”

Ohhh God...

“Tell you what,” he grunts, using one of his fists to pin your hands against the wall above your head, the other reaching down to grope your cunt, throbbing and dripping wet. “I’ll give you one minute. That’s all your gonna get. You’re gonna rub that pussy up against my fist, pretending it’s my dick, and see if you can get yourself off just like this. 'Cause you’re a desperate little bitch who wants to get it in the middle of the fucking office. Better make it quick.”

Hoooly... fucking...

“Mmm, that’s it,” Jax goads you on, smirking in savage satisfaction as you grind your soaking heat against the blunt heel of his palm. “Look at you, fucking loving this. You kinky piece of shit.”

And then the cruel sadistic bastard shifts his hand off of your crotch, as if it wasn’t hard enough as is, to finish in a minute. Spends a few seconds groping at your tits—which definitely helps—but then the rest you’re gonna have to do yourself. Just from the sheer sound of him growling in your ear, the tightness of his grip upon your wrists, the way he finally clamps his other hand around your neck and chokes you with his ruthless fist, surrounds and drowns you in that dizzying distinctive smell of cigarettes and leather and of Jackson Fucking Teller. He knows his power feeds your pleasure. You are his, now and forever.

“You gonna cum?” he teases, pressing harder in your pulse point with his thumb. “You gonna cum for me, you dirty whore? Squirt all over the office floor?”

Yes sir. Yes sir. Can’t even breathe to tell the answer.

“Ten more seconds,” he mercilessly taunts. “Go on, you filthy fucking cunt. You know you live to give me what I want.”

Jesus Christ. There are no words left to describe what’s happening between your thighs. What little remains of your sanity, dignity, splutters and dies.

“That’s right. Cum for me. Cum for me...” Jax leans in even closer to your ear, huffing out the one word that you need to hear. Right fucking here. The word that started all of this, the word that never fails to ruin you completely: “... bitch.”

And you cum on the fucking instant, honestly harder than anyone should be able to cum. Let alone from without being touched. How is it even physically possible that you just had an orgasm? How dare this motherfucker just exist and effortlessly own your ass like this? But holy fucking fuck, you love it so damn much...

You have no sense of what exactly happens in the next few seconds; your whole body and soul have gone numb. Apparently Jax carried you quickly into the nearest bathroom, to clean you right up. You come back to your senses to find that he’s kissing you softly and sweetly, denying your pleas to get down on your knees ‘cause you’re dying to give him a blowjob. You can see clearly through his dark jeans that he’s hard as a rock, and you’re desperate to suck him clean, drain every drop of cum from his big beautiful cock...

“Maybe after we get home,” he says, as he finishes mopping up the mess of your explosive pussy juices. He strips off his leather kutte—no doubt he plans to take his flannel off next so that you can wear it as a makeshift dress, since your own pants are drenched and totally fucked over. He’s such a cruel master yet such a caring lover. “Babe, you need some more time to recover from how hard I just made you cum.”

“How hard you just made me...?!” you exclaim in protest, playfully punching him in the chest. “Pretty sure you had me doing all the work. Don’t be a fucking jerk.”

Jax flashes you a cheeky smirk, broad shoulders lifting in a shrug, and throws his hands up. “Okay. Whatever you say, bitch.”

And there it goes—that word still hits you hard from head to toe, though nowhere more so than your cunt. There’s only one way that your poor pussy knows to respond. Twitch.

At that, you hear him fucking chuckle as your knees buckle. You scowl at him; that twitch was almost more than you could take after your orgasm. Almost. The kinky slut inside you likes it, though. “Well, shit...”

Still laughing just a bit, Jax strokes your shoulder tenderly, blessing your forehead with a pure innocent kiss. “Yeah, I guess the B-word is off-limits. At least for a few minutes.”

“Or...” you cut in, lustfully licking your lips, “...well, I mean, now that you started this—we could just... maybe go at it again?”

He pauses for a second, smiling as he reaches to cradle your face in his hands. For some reason the silliest, filthiest moments are most often when his heart opens. You love when that happens.

“God, I fucking love you, Y/N,” he murmurs and means it, more than you’ll ever understand. Jax Teller fucks you like he owns you, knows it’s true—and yet deep down, in all the ways that count, you own him too. Both know his heart is yours.

“I love you more,” you answer, though your love is not the only reason why your heart has started beating faster. Now is not the time for sweet talk to distract; you’ll have to whip out some of your own dirty talk to get this sexy bastard back on track... “Now call me bitch again and shove me up against the bathroom door. Need you to fill me with that cock and fucking fuck me like I’m nothing but your filthy little whore.”

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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FIGHT ME!

Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz x Reader

Anon asked: Hi, I was wondering if I could request a Juice x reader imagine where Juice is best friends with the reader and they have feelings for each other but they both refuse to admit it, & one gets jealous of the other bc they see them w/ someone else and they argue a little & end up confessing their feelings? A fluffy ending would be great! Only if you're comfortable writing it!

Word Count: 1k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford ✨

Author comments: I'm sorry it took me so long! I just needed some time away from my phone, 'cause I was feeling somewhat sick, but I'm back! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 @1-800-imagines @briana-mishell24 @sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento @sadeyesgf @viviansafizada @samcrobae @jade770 @witchy-wish @rebel-without-cause-x ✨ (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

“What's up, sweetheart?”

“Is everything okay?” With all the noise at the other side of the phone, you can't help but raise an eyebrow with curious.

“Yeah, ye— OH, DAMN! YOU GOT IT, CHIBS? YOU GOT IT?” Jax is laughing hard, having to pull the phone a way just a little of your ear. “HOLY SHIT, MAN”.

“What was that?”

“JUICE JUST TACKLED TIG!”

“What the hell?!”

“Yeah, but don' worry. Chibs is recording it for you”. The scottish laughs appears too behind the male voice. “But seems like your pitbull it's gonna need his vet. Can you come?”

You snort rubbing your forehead, nodding even if he can't see you.

“Give me some minutes. And, please, Jax. Separate them”.

“Nah, we're having fun”.

The clubhouse is a mess. There are broken stools everywhere, crystals around the floor and a torn table in pieces. Bobby, Happy and Chibs are watching the recorded fight, sitting on the bar and sharing some beers. Jax is close to Tig, being healed by one of the waitress of the club. His face is such a mess of blood and open wounds. When he sees you, he tries to get up. You know well that Tig has the fault, because he probably said something about you that Juice didn't like. So if he talks you at this exact moment, you're going end up punching him.

Following the blood drops on the floor, as if you were in the tale of Hansel and Gretel, lead you to his old dorm. Coming in and closing the door behind your back, you find the man sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down. You have take care of his face more times than you can remember, through the years. Juice is your best friend, you have to.

“Hey, baby boy”. You whisper kneeling in front of him.

He usually is too altered and the most simple move can make him feel more nervous. So, taking his hands with one of yours, you use the other to raise up his face by his chin. He's not as bad as Tig. But he has some small gasps on his left cheek and on his upper lip. You smirk softly, leaving a kiss on the right cheek totally immaculate, before wetting some cotton with alcohol with the medical stuff that Jackie left over the bed.

Making a place for yourself between his legs, you start your new task and also one of your favorites. Focused in cleaning every inch of skin stained by his own blood, you put two small stitches on his cheek, not being able to do too much with his lip.

“What happened?”

Juice shrugs his shoulders and his gaze lost in nowhere. For a reason you don't know, he doesn't want look at you. Grabbing again his chin, you force him, pouting at your friend.

“The same shit, as always. Tig. Bad jokes. Dirty comments”. He sighs shaking his head, while he find your orbs. “I just… Fuck, (Y/N)! He's always talking bullshit and I don't care what he says about the rest. But not with you. No”.

“Tig loves to provoke you. Stop being so dumb”. You laugh before cleaning the small mess over the red carpet, to throw it into the paper bin.

“I don' enjoy the fact of listening him talking about his dick fuckin' you, as hard as he claims”.

“Yeah, but that's not gonna happen”.

“I hope so”. And even if he thinks you haven't heard him from the bathroom, you have.

“Do you?”

“Uh?”

“Don' play fool with me, Juan Carlos. I know you better than anyone…” Resting your body against the door frame, you raise an eyebrow with curiosity feeling some chills down to your spine.

“It's annoyin' hearing all these shit, that's all”.

“Oh, really?”

“Don' look at me like t—”.

“Are you jealous?”

Juice starts gasping for meaningless words, noticing how his body begins to tense when you walk step by step in slow motion towards him.

“Stop looking at me like that…” He growls crossing both arms about his chest.

Narrowing your eyes, you lean towards him while he's bending backwards slightly. The Sons' licks his lips in a nervous gesture, having to support his weight by his palm on the mattress. You can hear how his heart is jumping once and again, because you're teasing him without mercy.

“Respect my pe—personal space, (Y/N)”.

“Or what?” You challenge him, leaning forward just a little more. “Recognize you are jealous, Juice”.

“No”.

“You're not gonna recognize?”

“No”.

“You already did”.

He swallows hard, tangling his fingers in the blankets pulling away his gaze. Without him expecting it, you place both hands on his neck crashing your lips on his. At first, Juice doesn't make any move, trying to clarify in his head what is happening. He tastes like beer mixed with peroxide, drawing a sotf pain gesture when he finally kisses you back forgetting about the wound. His hands moving slowly, touring the bed until they reach your waist pushing you inchmeal over his lap, with his legs among yours as he assimilates it.

You've been wanting it so bad since you met him, and seems like he feels the same, when the kiss gets more anxious with an evident lack of air for not wanting to stop it. But you pull yourself away some inches when your phone dings. You know that Chibs have send you the video. Placing an arm on Juice's shoulders, you take it off of your pocket.

“Please, don't”. He begs you, trying to catch the phone with an arm surrounding your waist.

“Stop! I wanna see the tackle!” You laugh loud, while he sinks his reddened face on your neck ashamed.

Playing it you can see how Juice and Tig are pushing each other, until your friend takes a run to push the older into the table. Breaking it. You can't help but break in laughter hearing Jackson's voice talking with you close to Chibs.

“Sweet Jesus Christ, Juice!”

You can't stop laughing while he chuckles looking at you with a funny gesture on his face.

“I just lose my shit. You should have heard everything he said about you!” He's trying to excuse himself, interrupting him with another kiss.

At least, he has earned something good of the fight.

#sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz #juan carlos ortiz

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beerecordings · 4 years

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Marvin’s Cage - Part Four

Anti is getting impatient to see Marvin fall apart. Jackie starts making tough choices of his own. Here’s part one, part two, and part three. Hope you enjoy.

He is, by now, a person used to making difficult decisions.

You have people you love, it means you have to make choices. You make decisions that hurt other people. You do what you have to. And if you have to sacrifice one brother for another, you do what needs to be done.

Because no one else has the strength to do it.

No one but him.

And today – here, now – under the cold fluorescent of the lights – alone, far from home – Marvin the Magnificent has another impossible decisions to make.

He can get him the goldfish or the llamas.

“Yeah, fucking great, Marv,” he mutters to himself, shaking his head and feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him. “I'm sure cute socks will make this all right.”

The bulbous eyes of the little herd of goldfish stare back at him from a blue cotton sea. The llama has glasses on. It admires itself in a mirror, a tie around its neck and a smirk on its face. Jamie will love them.

Or he would have, Marvin supposes, back when they were both pretending Marvin loved him.

He hears himself groan aloud in the shop. It draws attention, but he just ignores it, rubbing his temples.

He unlocks his phone for a second and opens contact name “JB,” staring down at the smiling, frozen image of his older brother in the picture above the name. Below it, his phone prints out the latest text he got from him.

JB: I spotted him in the area last week and you still go out without telling someone where and when you'll be back? Let me know you're safe dude

It's followed by several angry-face emojis. Marvin wishes he could appreciate the attempt at levity.

Just call him. Just ring his number. Tell him everything. Just call Jackie.

He closes out of the contact and clicks on messages.

Marv: I just went for a walk. Home in twenty

JB: can I come meet you?

Marv: Just give me twenty

JB: Marv i'm nervous come on. I feel like he's close let me come meet you

Marvin tucks his phone away, sighing through his nose.

He gets the goldfish and the llamas, packing them into a little plastic grocery bag and grabbing a pack of JJ's favorite candy to boot. Maybe he'll eat something today. Or move at all.

He steps out of the store and pulls open contact name “Herr Dumbass.” Henrik could help JJ get better. Probably. He's not really that kind of doctor, but they make him act like one half the time. He definitely wasn't qualified to be Jackie's chiropractor last week, and yet here their brother is, back on his feet, enduring the back pain instead of being completely debilitated by it. Progress!

His phone buzzes.

Herr Dumbass: Your brother is losing it, Marvin

Marvin scowls.

Marv: Why is he my brother when he's losing it

Herr Dumbass: you're not doing well already, Anti shows up in town, Chase is drinking again, and you run off without telling him where you're going. You're breaking the camel's back here, my friend

Marv: don't 'my friend' me when you're trying to lecture me. I'll be home in twenty. If Jackie can't handle that he needs to be seeing his therapist again

Herr Dumbass: undoubtedly he does. But that appointment is a week away. Right now, he wants to know that his siblings are safe.

Marv: I'm not allowed to go to the store now?

Herr Dumbass: You can and will do what you want, Marvin.

Marv: But?

Herr Dumbass: But what? Stubborn dick

Marvin growls in frustration moments before feeling a small laugh escape his mouth.

“Goddamn you,” he mutters at his phone. But he feels a little better.

Call him.

What, and tell him all this? Everything he's done? Admit it? He'd be so hurt, so angry. So disappointed. Bleck. Marvin can't take that. It makes his hands shake.

But there is one person he can call.

“Hey babyyyyy,” he draws out, picking up the phone on the first ring.

Marvin laughs, clutching the phone to his face. “Amata.”

“Marv, did you get me snacks?”

“What? No.”

“Then why'd you even bother going to the store?”

“Honey, listen, get off Overwatch and go get Jackie before he does something dumb. Put on that claymation he loves so much and make some hot chocolate. He'll calm down in just a minute.”

“But I'm winning!”

Marvin snorts. “I can already hear that you paused it. That's my nice guy.”

“Aw, shucks. Little old me?”

“Stop flirting and come help!” Henrik shouts from somewhere on Chase's end. Marvin laughs and hears Chase laughing with him. He pulls the phone away just to look at his contact picture, an image of Chase making his stupidest, goofiest face. Perfect.

“I love you,” says Marvin. Today, the truth of it makes his voice tremble. “My amata.”

“Love you too, witch bitch. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Well, he called him, but there wasn't any meat to the conversation. Didn't tell him anything worth telling him, not really. Except 'I love you.'

Coward. He's a coward these days. Oh, fuck, what he wouldn't give to feel like he could go to any one of them like this. But this pressure – shit, this pressure that sits on his chest – it's just for him to bear.

Otherwise they wouldn't be safe. They'd let his secret go and he'd kill them.

Marvin has to keep that secret locked away.

But what he wouldn't give for a little rest from the stone on his heart.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Marvin jolts so hard he drops his shopping bag, JJ's Riesen slipping out onto the pavement. Er – no, sorry. The brick. The brick of this alleyway. Where is he?

His eyes raise.

It was day a moment ago. He knows it was. Where did the light go? Instead there is only shadow, cloaked around a slim, dangerous figure perched on the side of the dumpster at the back of the alley. Rats crawl over torn black jeans and death birds crow warnings above his head. A slug moves slowly down the side of Anti's shadowed face.

His green eyes glow in the darkness.

“Anti,” says Marvin, hushed. He is too startled to sound unafraid. “You transported me here.”

Anti tilts his head, blood clinging to his eyelashes. Marvin sees the glitch flicker and Anti, for just a moment, is a screaming, cut-throat Jack, and then he is still again. Just waving his legs and slow circles.

“No,” he says, disinterested. His accent is so thick these days Marvin feels like they may as well have switched right to speaking in Irish. “You just aren't paying attention, alleycat. Walked here. Mumbling about socks and superheroes. Real cute. Can I tell you a secret?”

Marvin pants, glancing around the alley. Behind him, normal life is continuing. People pass by the little alleyway, holding phones to their ears or carrying shopping bags or bouncing little round-faced babies. It is day after all.

He could turn and run. Anti does not make bold plays these days. He's a snake lying in wait. Marvin knows this. Just a scare tactic.

He doesn't run.

“What do you want?”

His voice comes out in a whisper. He doesn't think he has the strength to snipe at him today, blade dulled for any battle of wits. They usually mock each other.

Anti comes to see Jamie perhaps twice a week. Usually, Marvin isn't there, but he'll step into the mirror dimension and find JJ collapsed at odd angles, bleeding from the nose or eyes, or otherwise simply crying for Marvin to stop his big brother from coming to see him anymore, saying he doesn't want to play. Lately, though, Anti's visits have slowed. Maybe they're both getting tired of Jamie's increasing apathy. His growing reticence.

“Focus, now, my pet,” says Anti, tilting his head back the other direction, then right – right, left, right, left, a slow rhythm back and forth. “Can't think about anything but the boy. What'd old Anti tell you would happen, Whiskers?”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” says Marvin.

Anti pushes himself off the dumpster, landing on the ground with his hands and feet. He crawls along the ground towards Marvin, form glitching into different places on the alleyway. A snake slinks out of his shirt and slithers away. Anti picks up the shopping bag and then draws himself standing, eyes still glittering like gems on display.

“Chocolate chews and llama clothes,” says Anti, voice evening out the closer he gets to Marvin. His body shifts into the magician's form, the darkness fading away, and he seems to stabilize, pulling a spider out of his mouth and flicking it to the ground. Now he stands before Marvin as a prettier and neater version of himself, almost disturbingly beautiful in a way that makes Marvin's skin crawl. A quick glitch and Anti is filthy with mud and ash once more, blood dried to huge swathes of otherwise moon-white skin, and then, flicker – back to Marvin. He shakes the shopping bag in front of the magician. “Wonder who these are for.”

Marvin snatches the bag away from him, chest heaving. Anti laughs aloud, stepping away again, hands upraised.

“Chill out, kitty cat,” he says, adopting Chase's accent, and he shifts again, wearing a cap and basketball shorts, shoeless in the alleyway and tattooed up and down his arms. “Come on, man, I just want to talk.”

“Don't call me man.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“How about you leave me the hell alone?”

“Come on. Come on.”

He signs it now, eyes going huge and languid, turning blue as his outfit changes to a torn dress shirt and worn slacks. “Talk with me, Marvin, won't you? Won't you talk with me? Can't I have just one hug, just one, just - ”

“Stop!” shouts Marvin, stalking forwards. “Stop it, he doesn't say things like that!”

Anti has vanished again. Shadow curls around Marvin's neck. Something grabs him by the waist and hauls him back towards the dumpster, pinning him bodily against its cold metal. He hollers, but it's cut off just as fast as it started by someone else's beard scratching against his cheek.

“Here's the secret,” says a voice just like Jackie's, strong hands gripping his hips. A vole skitters into Marvin's shirt and he chokes as a mouth presses close to his ear. “I'm getting a little obsessed with you, big brother.”

He doesn't have an answer.

He doesn't want to give one anyway, not one with any meat. Don't let him get a rise out of you. That's what he wants.

Don't be afraid.

“Your creepy forest fairy act is getting a little overdone,” Marvin hisses, tilting his head back to let his mouth close to Anti's skin, the two of them pressed close together.

“I am as I am,” answers Anti, almost distantly. “It's so hard to stay human when master cut me off from him.”

“You slit Jack's fucking throat.”

“I was just curious,” protests Anti, his voice going high-pitched, almost childish. “How would I know what would happen? I was exploring. I was an infant. It is what infants do. When you are curious about something...”

Teeth scrape against Marvin's throat.

“You put it in your mouth.”

Marvin drives his elbow into Anti's stomach and shoves away from him, backing off, hands raised. As he begins to regain his composure, his magic drifts towards his fingers, hot and dangerous. Anti coos like a dove, tilting his head at the sight of it, his eyes lighting up with the colors.

“No wonder JJ cries and cries when I ask questions about you,” he snarls. “I can't imagine the way you've treated him.”

“Him and I did not play games the way you do,” answers Anti calmly. “So I was less cruel.”

“Fuck you.”

“It is the truth of things.”

“What do you want? I know you won't try anything. Not with Jackie close.”

“I like Jackie. He makes me curious the way Jack used to. But not like you, Marvin. Not like you.”

Another rat scurries out of Anti's entourage of shadow. This time, Marvin reaches down to snatch it up, holding it by the tail. He steps close, into Anti's space, and holds the squirming rat up between them, letting it writhe.

“Stop trying to scare me and talk.”

“Be gentle,” protests Anti, voice going weak. “He is just a little boy.”

He reaches tenderly out for the rat, cupping his palms. Marvin hesitates, confused, but the squeaking and squirming of the rat doesn't make him feel any better. A failed power play. He closes his eyes and sighs.

Anti takes the rat from him, holding it in his hands. He purrs and lets it lean in to sniff at his mouth, stroking the back of its head.

“Little man,” he whispers, pressing it to his chest.

Marvin stares at him, taking deep breaths. He's beginning to steady out. Yes, Anti is deadly, cruel, terrifying, monstrous – but he's also just Anti. Bored, clever, inhuman. Playful in a deranged sort of way. He doesn't know his own strength and he never has.

“I've been stalking you most all the time,” says Anti, turning his attention back to Marvin, his eyes gleaming. “No fun watching master sleep. No fun sitting around with JJ. But you... Marvin... mh. I am watching you the way one watches a dying star... waiting for the collapse. And then the explosion.”

“You stay the hell away from me,” warns Marvin. “Jackie will tear you apart, Anti, and you'll go licking your festering wounds just like last time.”

“You stole my birthday present,” pouts Anti. “And you expect me not to find someone else to entertain myself with?”

“JJ was not yours.”

“JJ was from Jack to me, for my birthday, otherwise he would not have made him on my birthday. Jack is just frightened like you – was just frightened like you, before I got a little carried away – so he gave me something to distract me, someone to play with. So you see, that boy was created to be used.”

Marvin shoves Anti's chest, turning to stalk away. He's breathing hard, overwhelmed. He needs to go home. Jackie must be losing it.

“I'm watching, big brother!” calls Anti after him, his eyes flashing red and all the shadows burning away into a vivid crimson glow. “I'm waiting for the day you reach your limit. That day, I won't be bored. I'll watch you implode for as long as you last, dying star. 'Don't call me man,' huh? Silly mortal thing. Birds know the seasons and rats run when storms are coming, but men heed nothing but their own pride. Your own choice will kill you, Marvin, and I, for one, am just drooling for the day that it happens!”

He bursts into wild laughter and the sound floods Marvin's ears, making him clutch at his skull with one hand and JJ's socks with the other. Llamas and goldfish and snakes on his shoes, crows tearing at his hair. He yells and launches himself forward, followed by the sound of Anti's cackling and screaming.

“I'd ask you to give me my birthday present back, but I know you're too stupid. But you wait until the day that master dreams of me again – I'll be waiting to step on your throat the second your brothers find out that you're even more of a monster than I am!”

“No!” shrieks Marvin. “No, no, you leave me alone! Jackie!”

“Sir – sir – hey, he's really not – dude, calm down!”

Hands are gripping at him, Anti's hands on his hips, on his shoulders, on his head. He screams aloud, thrashing as he's held firmly against the ground, as voices raise around him and nails descend on his skin –

“Marvin!”

Familiar hands. Familiar skin, no – not skin. Gloves. The gloves he's known since the day he was created.

“Marvin!”

A loud, firm voice, breaking through all other chaos. Gloves on his cheeks, holding him. He reaches up to grip at them, panting.

“No, I got him, I got him. Thanks for the help, but – no, our brother's a doctor, I just want to get him home. Thanks, yeah. We're fine, thanks. Come here, Marv. Come here.”

“Jackie,” he hears himself croak out. “Jackie. He was here... or... or maybe I just...”

Strong, familiar hands beneath warm gloves pull him aside even as he opens his eyes to dispersing crowds and the quiet of a clean, quiet alleyway to his side.

“Jackie...”

“I know, Marv,” comes his cool voice. “I know. Let's... let's just go home.”

“You turned the location app on on my phone again,” Marvin manages, accusing.

Jackie just holds his shoulders and leads him. “I'm sure you're glad I did now.”

He is. He is. He shudders and leans into his brother's body, letting himself by pulled towards home on a path he has long since lost.

“Do you think he really saw Anti or just...”

“So pale, like so goddamn pale. Like my ass is Irish but he's...”

“So loud, so loud, all of you stop talking. Marv's fine. He says he's fine. If he weren't he'd tell me, I'm sure...”

“Anti has been nearby...”

“Might be hurting him.”

“Drug use, if I...”

“Losing weight, paranoid, self-isolating, I mean...”

Marvin covers his head with his pillow and tries to block them out.

He's been confined to the house for a couple days. Doctor's orders. He's never seen Schneep so simultaneously scolding and concerned. And that's saying something, considering all the times he's found Chase drunk off his ass and having a breakdown at two in the morning.

Marvin sighs, a shuddering sound verging on a sob.

Can't take this anymore.

Maybe he could just give Jamie back to Anti. He'd take him away again. Might try to use his body to hurt the others, yes, but Anti is already a threat whether or not he has JJ. Marvin doesn't keep JJ in that box so Anti can't have him – he keeps him so Jackie can't have him, and then get attached, and then have to lose him, have to fight him, have to kill him. All when Anti inevitably gets his hands on his birthday present again. Inevitably.

“Cause I'm not smart enough to figure out how to protect him without doing this,” grumbles Marvin, shoving yet another grimoire off his bed. “Useless.”

The voices of the others have gone dull upstairs in Henrik's room, quieted by the pillow over his ears.

Can't go to them. Can't go to Anti.

There is one place, though.

There is one person.

Marvin finds himself slipping out of bed. Finds himself standing in front of that mirror. Finds himself lifting up his hand and whispering the password: “I'm not so faraway.”

They used to use it for transportation, back when Jack was in England and they were still in Ireland. Things were kind and easy back then.

He presses through the mirror. The world between worlds is endless and quiet, broken only by a faint scraping.

Marvin moves towards that little puppet box.

“Hey,” he breathes. “Oh, thank God... you're awake.”

JJ turns towards him, overgrown curls falling into his eyes. He's covered in charcoal, his torn dress shirt stained in black. Marvin can't help but smile. His little brother.

“Marvin?” asks JJ uncertainly. “Don't look well.”

Marvin nods weakly, running his fingers through his hair. “I know.”

JJ puts his charcoal down, abandoning the paper he was scratching at. He points at the grocery bag uncertainly.

“Can I come in?” asks Marvin.

Jameson stares, mouth slightly parted.

“JJ?”

“Yes, yes,” he signs quickly, shaking his head out. “Yes, but kind of dirty, sorry, I - ”

Marvin is already unlocking his side door and stepping inside.

JJ stares up at him in awe, blinking. After a moment, his blackened hands reach tentatively up –

Marvin tackles him in a hug.

There's this low squeak of a gasp from JJ, and then they're wrapped up together, entangled in a hug on the floor of that box in Marvin's mirror, rocking each other and pressed close together. They fall onto the mattress and don't let go, locked together like two parts of a key, their foreheads pressed close and their hands digging into each other's ribs and shoulders.

“I'm sorry,” whispers Marvin, kissing at his cheeks and his forehead, soothing at his uncut brown hair. “Do you know that? I – ”

“I know.” A fragile sign, pressed into the space between them. “I know, just don't leave me alone.”

“I won't let you go back to him. I won't. Maybe I'm worse but you will never – never, never – have to go back to Anti.”

JJ cries against his shirt, hiding in his chest.

“I love you.”

Marvin squeezes him against the mattress, slating his starvation to be touched, if only if for a few minutes.

“Not well enough, I know, but I do, I – ”

“I love you too, Marvin,” swears JJ, giving him a weak kiss on the cheek in answer. “You're all that I love. Just don't go. Don't go. I love you.”

And he knows that it's wrong, and he knows that it's convoluted, and he knows that it's Stockholm's –

But for a moment, it clears the debris from his broken heart, and his chest can rise easy.

“I brought you socks with llamas on them,” he adds after a long moment, and when he hears JJ laughing beneath him, he recognizes the sound of his family.

“So what do we do?” asks Chase lowly, sitting on Henrik's bed, staring up at his brothers with big blue eyes. “How do we help?”

“It's his birthday next week,” says Henrik. “We can do all his favorite things. Spoil him rotten. Get him whatever he wants. And then after that...”

“We start really prying,” says Jackie.

His back is turned to them. He stares out the window, eyes flickering with the shadows of the wind rocking the trees. For all that Marvin thought he would be overwhelmed – for all that he often is overwhelmed – right now, he feels calm.

“This has to stop,” he says.

He turns to see Henrik and Chase looking back at him, ready for whatever he asks.

“And it will,” he adds, stepping past them and heading towards his room, leaving them behind. “Before next week is out.”

In the yard, a flash of movement startles both of Marvin's cats, and the great grey mousers go scurrying away from a little white rat.

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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 11

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

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We went back into the clubhouse shortly after – having spent a while holding each other; and calming ourselves down. Clay saw the scratch on Jax’s face; and looked at me, before turning to my old man. “We good here?”, he grumbled. Jax sneered at him. “What do you think?”, he said. “Let’s just finish this”.

They disappeared into the meeting room; joined by the rest of their brothers. The door was closed behind them; and the drapes blocked my view of the room. I let out a deep breath; and went to gather my thoughts in a corner. Guns. Heroin. Prison. Death… Gemma came over to hand me Abel. “Cat…”, she began. “Not now, Gem’”, I said quietly. She nodded, and walked away. The broken-nosed porn-star came over and handed me a mug of coffee. I drank it in silence.

Church was short. The door opened; and the guys came out of the room; somber expressions on their faces. Jax sent me a knowing look. The vote passed. I didn’t know how to react. I repeated be strong, in my mind – like a mantra – but I couldn’t help but feel like I would begin screaming at any point.

I handed Abel to Lyla; and walked outside. Sitting down by a picnic-table; I put my head between my knees; breathing deeply. My heart was pounding so hard; I didn’t notice Clay sitting down next to me. “Gemma said you did good in there”, he muttered. “You’ll be a great queen someday”. “Not for a while; I’m sure”, I said; trying to keep my voice calm. Clay sighed. “Jax fill you in?”. I nodded. “We need this”, he said. I scoffed. “You care what I think?”, I said. “You already took the vote”. He shrugged. “Jax does”, he said. “You are the tipping point of most of his decisions these days… I want to make sure we’re on the same page”.

His cold voice sent chills down my back; but I couldn’t bend over and take it from this man. “You don’t know me, Clay. Not really. And I don’t know you”. I clenched my jaw in suppressed anger. “But what I’ve seen so far… You – your decisions – they scare the shit out of me. I’m worried about Jax; and I’m worried about our boy”. “You have nothing to worry about”, he said; trying for earnest.

I turned and looked hard into his eyes. “You’re the president of this club… and I’m sure you could snap me like a twig if you wanted to”, I said. “But if you hurt Jackson – or Abel – in any way… I’ll kill you myself”. He nodded. “Fair enough”.

Jax and Tig joined us; and Jax frowned at Clay, before looking at me. “Everything all right here?”, he said. “Your old lady just threatened my life”, Clay smiled. “I’m liking her better and better every minute”. “Time to go”, Tig said. Clay nodded; and he and Tig went to their bikes.

Jax got up close to me; and lifted my chin with his index finger. “Together…”, he whispered. “Together”, I nodded. He kissed my lips softly; and went to join the others.

“Tig!”, I called after the black-haired biker. “When you come back… there’s a chick with a broken nose in there. I promised her your dick for the night”. Tig grinned. “My penis is at your disposal, my lady!”.

They drove out of the lot; and I closed my eyes – letting out a deep sigh.

---

The next few hours passed in a haze. I was constantly checking my phone for any word from Jax – fighting the urge to take Abel; and run away.

Gemma hovered over me; having crow-eaters and porn-stars – some of them one and the same – bringing me food and trying to cheer me up. I politely turned them away; not able to eat or drink before I saw Jax again.

Opie joined me at my table; lighting a cigarette for me. “I haven’t told Lyla”, he muttered. “Can I ask you to do the same?”. I chewed my lip. “Why?”, I asked. “She’s not as strong as you”, he said. “I have to… protect her. She has a past with coke”. I nodded. “It’s not my place, Opie. But you need to figure out, if you want to start a marriage on a lie”. Opie frowned. “Yeah… I know”.

We sat in silence for a bit. “You hear from the hospital? Phil?”, I asked. “He’s conscious. The fat took most of the blow”, Opie chuckled. “We owe him a patch…”. “You do”, I agreed. “Ope…?”. “Yeah?”. “Chibs talked about retaliation… What did you do, to get you into this?”.

Opie looked around for people listening. He swallowed. “We’ve been laying it pretty hard on The Nords”, he muttered. “Trying to keep drugs out of Charming… That body that was dumped at Cara Cara; it wasn’t our kill – but whoever left it; wanted to make it seem that way”. I frowned. “Do you have any idea who might have done it?”. Opie shook his head. “Let’s just say, there is more than one reason for Jax to dislike this deal with those alt-right guys”, he said. “And I agree”.

At nightfall, there was a rumbling of bikes outside; and soon after Tig, Clay and Jackson where walking through the doors. Jax came in last; and made a beeline for me – pulling me into his arms. “It’s over, Cat”, he whispered into my ear. “It’s done. We can go home”. I exhaled; not truly in relief – more like exhaustion. “Is it, though?”, I muttered. Jax shook his head slightly. “I hate this shit… hate what we’re doing”, he said. “But we’re safe. For now”. I kissed his lips. “Let’s try to stay that way”.

Clay stepped into the middle of the room. “Everybody! We’ve dealt with the situation. Lockdown is over. You’re all free to go home”. There was a mumble of relief among the people in the room. “If you feel unsafe at any point; if you hear word of something off – you let us know. For now… go home. Especially if you have kids. This place is going to be an adults only party in a few minutes”. He grinned; and croweaters and porn-stars alike, began throwing their arms around the necks of bikers everywhere. I noticed Tig dragging miss broken-nose into a corner; and attacking her with deep kisses and sweet words.

Mothers began gathering up their children; and I waved goodbye at Rina – who was still carrying the skateboard around. “Unicorns forever!”, she called out to me; and I grinned; pumping my fist into the air.

I began gathering up my belongings; and walked to the dorm to grab the diaper bag. Jax followed me. “Gemma says she can take the kid; if you want to stay”. I shook my head. “Don’t really feel like celebrating… I need to go home’”, I said quietly. “To clear my head… You can stay”. He took my hand; and pulled me against his chest. “I go where you go. I need to be with you right now”. He looked sad.

I stroked his cheek. “Talk to me”. He frowned. “I feel like shit, Cat”, he said quietly. “I hate what I just agreed to do”. His hands gathered around my back, as if praying. ”We’re not… this. Samcro does some bad shit; but drugs…”. He grimaced. “It makes me sick”. “You can’t end it?”, I asked. He shook his head. “We’re in too deep at this point”, he said. “I gotta pull us out smart”. “You will”, I said; and kissed the corner of his lips.

---

We got our stuff, and headed out to get Abel; and bring him home. The clubhouse had turned from kindergarten to strip club within seconds of the kids leaving. Opie and Lyla had slipped off as well; and Jax gave his mother a kiss goodbye. I smiled at Gemma; and she winked at me. Jax picked up Abel; and we headed outside; leaving behind the music and cheers from the partying crowd.

Outside; Chibs and Bobby were sharing a joint; and muttering silently amongst each other. “We’re going home”, Jax said. “You all right after that, Jackie?”, Chibs said. “It is what it is”, Jax muttered; and hugged his brother – letting the scot stroke Abels cheek. “We’ll talk later”. “This isn’t good, VP”, Bobby said. Jax sighed. “You know how I feel, Bobby”, he said. “Let’s just get through this”.

A dark escalade drove in to the lot – Stahl getting out of the passenger seat to greet us. “Mr. Teller!”, she smiled. “I came in to get my car checked out yesterday. Was told you were shut down”. “Come back tomorrow”, Jackson said tiredly. Stahl grinned. “Well, seeing as I’m already here; I might as well take care of some business”.

The bubble of rage and frustration in my chest burst; and I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Get your skinny ass back in that car; and drive away. Now!”, I demanded. Stahl looked at me with surprise. “Well, that was rude, Catherine!”, she said. “I’m just having a conversation with your old man”. “Bullshit. You’re trying to cause trouble; because you want to push him into doing something, you can bring him in on… What is your obsession with Jackson?”, I said. “Are you jealous? You want him?”. She scoffed; and looked towards Jax. “Please…”. I smirked. “Maybe it’s me you want. Is that it?”. I bit my lip. “Sweetheart, believe me; I swing every which way – but I do prefer my ladies with a little less Botox”. I heard Jax stifle a laugh behind me. “Let’s go, babe”, he said; and began moving towards my car.

Stahl’s smile disappeared. “No, kitty-girl is coming with us”, she said. “We’re bringing her in for questioning regarding the murder of Joshua Kohn”. Jax’s face dropped; and I froze in place. “You’re what?”, he croaked. “You’re arresting her?”. Stahl shook her head. “No, not yet… we’re still unclear on which one of you, to charge”.

I tried to collect myself. “I’m not talking to you without my lawyer”, I snarled. Chibs was on his phone behind me; trying to get a hold of Lowen. “Well, we’ll make sure you’re safe and sound until she arrives. Come along”. A suited agent stepped out of the car; and walked over to me; grabbing my arm. Jax tried to step between us – Abel beginning to whimper in his arms. “Don’t touch her. You can’t do this!”. “Oh, but I can”, Stahl smiled.

“Lowen is in San Fran’”, Chibs said. “Can’t be here until tomorrow afternoon”. Bobby took Jax’s place between me and the agent; letting Jax cuddle a crying Abel. “Step away from her; before someone gets hurt”, Chibs said. “Assaulting a federal agent is illegal as well; Scottie”, Stahl said. “I don’t think doctors give notes for that”.

I collected myself. “I’ll come down to the police station tomorrow. With my lawyer”. Stahl shook her head. “No can do, honey”, she said. “You might make a run for it”. I ripped my arm from the agents grasp; and stepped over to Jax – taking Abel from his arms. “I don’t think you understand the meaning of family, agent Stahl”, I said calmly.

I walked away from her; and went to my car; strapping in my stepson in his car seat. Jax sent me a knowing look; and walked to his bike. “I’ll have someone watching the house tonight”, Stahl called after me. “Make sure you’re safe until our meeting tomorrow… there are criminals around, you know”.

Jax turned to face her again. “I’d ask you to blow me; but I’m like my old lady”, he smiled sarcastically. “The Botox hasn’t done you any favors, sweetheart”. He got on his bike; and followed my car out of the lot.

---

“Are they still out there?”, I asked Jax – after having tucked Abel in, in his nursery about an hour later. Jackson was by the kitchen window; looking outside. “Two cars… down the road”. He gestured towards a pair of expensive looking suburbans parked a little way off. I sighed frustratedly. Jax stroked my cheek. “You’re ok, baby”, he said. “They can’t touch you without Lowen present. You’ll sleep in your own bed tonight”.

“My own bed”, I smiled. “Still sounds weird”. “Weird good, or bad?”, Jax asked. I bit my lip. “As long as I’m sharing it with you; it’s very good”.

Jax grinned; and leaned in to mold his lips to mine. His hand traveled down my side; and he tugged at the hem of my tank-top. I opened my lips; letting his tongue find mine for a second; before I pulled back. “They’re watching…”, I whispered; and looked out the corner of my eye towards the cars outside. Jax smirked. “Let’s give them a show”, he whispered; and grabbed my bottom; lifting me up to sit on the kitchen counter; with my back to the window.

Blood rushed to my core; and I gasped. Jax pressed his growing erection towards my warmth; and I realized it had been days since I’d had him inside me. “Jax…”, I rasped; and jumped a little; when his lips traveled to the secret spot on my neck. He ran his teeth over it gently; and I heard him chuckle at my responsiveness to his touch. “I’m here, darlin’”, he breathed. His lips moved down to my left breast; nibbling gently at the fabric of my top; tweaking my nipple through it and my bra. “And I’m here too…”. I gasped hard; when he unbuttoned my jeans; sliding two fingers down the waistline of my panties; tugging at my pubic hair. “And here”, he whispered; and pulled me of the counter. He pulled down my jeans and panties; leaving them hanging around my ankles, so I couldn’t walk.

He set me back up on the countertop; and slid his fingers between my warm, wet folds. I was shaking from excitement and lust; and I grabbed on to Jax’s neck – pulling him in for a heated kiss. My lower body was hidden from the agents outside, by the low hanging curtain in front of the window; exposing my nakedness only to Jax. All they could see, was my back; and how it arched against his touch. Even as I was sitting elevated on the counter; Jackson still managed to tower over me somehow. His stance was tall and proud; and he looked at me like I was a precious work of art. His index finger flicked my clit; sending a jolt through my body; from the delicious sensation. He bit his lip; and sent me a devilish grin. “Showtime”, he breathed; and dove two fingers into me; before sinking to his knees; and burying his face in my warmth.

I cried out. Jackson’s tongue slid all over my folds; lapping me up – before sucking hard at my clit; and crooking his fingers, rubbing my g-spot with just the perfect amount of pressure. I threw my head back; and moaned. Jax let go of my nub. “They still watching?”, he grinned up at me. “Why?”, I croaked. “Are you considering putting on the nipple tassels?”. He growled slightly; and attacked my clit again.

My legs began shaking, as Jackson pushed hard against my front wall; and before long, I saw the sun, moon, and the stars all at once. My walls clenched around Jax’s fingers; and I made a sound somewhere between a mewl and a scream. Jackson was relentless; insistent on drawing out my pleasure; and I pulled his hair hard to get him to let go of my nub.

Jax stood up, and wiped his face. “Living room. Christening. Now!”. He yanked my jeans and panties all the way off; and I got off the counter. Jax pulled me in for a deep kiss; and looked behind me; at the agents in the cars outside. He sent them the middle finger; and walked towards the living room – pulling me with him.

I pulled off my top and bra; and suddenly had a very insistent biker latched on to my nipple. Jax turned me around; and smacked my ass cheek. “Couch. All fours”, he snarled; and removed his t-shirt. His heaving chest let me know he was not messing about. “Yes, sir”, I smiled sweetly; and got into position.

I heard Jax’s belt unbuckle, and a silent thud; when his pants hit the floor. I looked back at him; and bit my lip; as he removed his boxers – exposing his throbbing erection. “Hard or soft?”, he asked. “Any way you want it”, I smiled. He smirked for a second; before hardening his expression. “Eyes front, baby”. I looked forwards; and waited.

It seemed like an eternity, before he made a move. It was so quiet; and for a second I was afraid he’d left the room – when suddenly his blunt tip probed my entrance; and he slammed into me with a groan. His hands grabbed my hips; and he began thrusting hard into me. “I think I got bigger”, he moaned. “No, I just got tighter”, I retorted. He laughed, and smacked my ass again.

“I’m gonna marry you some day”, he chuckled. I looked over my shoulder at him, and smiled. “I might let you”.

---

Just after noon the next day; Jax and I were seated at the kitchen table with Lowen. “Good news”, Lowen said. “They found Kohns bag in a motel room”. I frowned. “My motel?”. “He’d been staying two doors down from you”. I shuddered at the thought. “What was in the bag?”, Jax asked. Lowen opened a file-folder. “GPS-locators; addresses and files in relation to your old job, and your new one”. She handed me prints of pictures. “These are images of you from both Chicago and Charming. Apparently, he had a camera set up in the air conditioner”. I riffled through the photos, letting Jackson look at them with me. “Shit”, I muttered.

Lowen nodded. “I decided to forego looking at them. I’ve been told some of them shows you and Jackson… well, you can see for yourself”. Jax took one of the pictures from my hand. “At least he got my good angle”, he said. The picture he was holding, showed me straddling Jackson; head thrown back in the throes of passion; and Jax’s face grimacing in extasy, as he held on to my breasts. I took the piece of paper back from him, and put it down on the table – backside up.

“Everything points towards your story of him stalking him, being true”, Lowen said. “So, self-defense holds up?”, I muttered. Lowen let out a breath. “There was a witness that saw you and Opie outside the cabin; when the shot was fired”, she said. I scoffed. “Great… so what’s the good news?”. “The witness was drunk on moonshine. His testimony won’t hold up well in court”.

I grimaced. “Can’t we avoid a trial all together?”, I asked. “If it’s only hanging on one witness…”. Lowen looked at me earnestly. “I’m quite sure we can keep you out of jail. But Jackson…”, she sighed. “This ATF-business isn’t going to go away. They’re going to keep dragging Cat’s case, to push her to flip on you”. “Not happening”, I said; shaking my head. “They need Jax at the scene, because they don’t have anything else on him. They need Kohn’s death to take him down – and I killed Joshua”. “They don’t have enough on you, yet; Jackson”, Lowen said. “I heard about your lockdown at the club; and you were spotted meeting with members of the alt-right movement… Stahl is gunning for you”. Jax leant back in his chair; and squeezed my thigh. “I’ve always been popular”, he smirked.

Lowen suddenly looked uncomfortable. “There’s something else…”, she said. “Before Stahl springs it on you… It wasn’t just peanuts and shotguns in that escalade with you, Cat. There were also drugs – Rohypnols. And he’d brought some toys”. “Not the fun kind, I gather”, I muttered. “Let’s just say, he had a lot planned for you”, Lowen said.

Jax’s hand slammed into the table. “I should dig that asshole up; and kill him again”, he snarled. “I didn’t hear that”, Lowen said. “Look, I know this is hard to hear; but it all points to you being a victim of kidnapping and attempted rape. You reacted by defending yourself; and killing Kohn in self-defense”.

I chewed my lip. “The witness… is he the one who called it in?”. “No”, Lowen said. “Apparently they were already looking for you”. I furrowed my brow. “Why? No one knew I was gone, but the club”. “My guess; Stahl was in contact with Kohn. He let her know his plans for taking you back to Chicago”. “She knew?”, I croaked. “She knew what he was going to do to me…”. Lowen shook her head. “We can’t prove that”, she said. “For all she knew; Kohn would have simply brought you back east; and let you go”.

I closed my eyes, suddenly dizzy. “She set you up, Jax”, I said quietly. “What do you mean?”, Jackson asked. “She’s the only one, other than you, who knew I was gone”, I said. “She knew you’d kill him; and she needed that to take you in… end club business”.

Lowen began packing up her bag. “You’re going to have to take this sit-down with Stahl”, she said. “Anything else will seem like obstruction of justice”. I nodded solemnly. “Ok”, I whispered. “But I’m sticking to my story”. Lowen shrugged. “That’s up to you, Cat”, she said. “I’ll do what I can to keep you protected legally”. Jax sighed. “Just… keep her out of jail. Whatever it takes”.

“Do you think they’ll keep me? Lock me up?”, I asked. “They can’t”, my lawyer answered. “Not unless they arrest you; or claim it would be a danger to you, to let you go”. She sent Jax a look. “This isn’t going to be Donna all over again”, he snarled. “I’m not letting that happen”. I frowned. “What are you talking about?”, I said. Jax clenched his jaw; and looked at me hesitantly. “Lowen”, he said. “Could you give us a minute?”. “I have a few calls to make, anyway”, Lowen smiled. She got up; and left the kitchen.

I took a deep breath; and looked at Jax. “What happened?”. “This ain’t the first time Stahl has caused trouble for us”, he said. “She set up Opie – made it look like he snitched… that’s how he lost Donna”. I felt cold all over. Jax read my expression; and took my hand. “Cat… that’s not an issue here. After what you did for me – for us – with Kohn… no one doubts your loyalty”. I was not soothed by his words. “You’re telling me, the club had Donna killed?”. Jax looked pained. “It’s not… it’s over. We’ve moved beyond it”. I frowned. “You’ve moved beyond it?”, I sneered. “Opie? That was the mother of his children!”. “I know”, Jax said quietly. “And he’ll get his retaliation on Stahl. Somehow”. I scoffed. “She didn’t pull the trigger…”. “She might as well have”, Jax scowled. He stood up; and pulled me to my feet. “That woman… plunged a knife into the heart of my club. She had my best friends wife killed… and it looks like she’s doing an encore on you”. I shuddered. “Am I… will that happen to me?”. Jax shook his head; and pulled me into his arms; leaning his face into the crook of my neck. “I will never let that happen”, he whispered.

Lowen appeared in the doorway. “Cat? I’m sorry; but we need to go”. My hands were shaking; but I nodded. “Ok”, I whispered. “Let’s do this”.

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An hour later I was seated in an interview-room; Lowen at my side – and Stahl seated in front of me; with a smug smile on her face. “Thank you for coming, Catherine”, the agent said. “I had hoped we could have this meeting sooner; but I had a Botox-appointment”.

“Can you get to the case?”, Lowen said. “Why are we here?”. Stahl shrugged. “Well, I don’t know why you are here”, she said. “Your client is not under arrest… yet. I just want to have a conversation with her”. Lowen smiled. “Then; we’ll just be on our way”, she said. “My client has already given her statement; and you can’t hold her”. “I can, and I will; if I deem it necessary for her safety”, Stahl sneered; before looking towards me. “And I think it might be… Cat; do you know what Jackson Teller does for a living?”. I shrugged. “Mechanic… small business owner”, I said.

Stahl opened a file. “That business you’re talking about… are you aware it involves gun- and drug-trafficking?”. I raised my brows in an exasperated expression. “I’m an old lady. I don’t know anything”. “Hmm…”, Stahl sighed. “That house he has you kept in… you think auto-parts payed for that?”. “I’m not kept”, I snarled. “No?... Who pays the bills right now? It’s not your teachers-salary”. I leant back in my chair. “No, Kohn saw to that”, I said. “Did you help him?”. Lowen put a hand on my shoulder. “Cat… not now”. Stahl grinned. “No; I want to hear this… Are you suggesting I somehow helped agent Kohn in his actions towards you?”.

Lowen smiled. “So you agree… Kohns actions towards my client were severe; and bad enough for her to have to act in self-defense, and kill him”. Stahl sighed. “It is beginning to seem like that”, she said. “But if you think for a second that you’re safer with Teller; you are mistaken”. I scoffed. “Stop beating around the bush”, I said. “Am I being charged with murder?”.

Stahl stuck out her chin. “I can’t prove that you killed him in cold blood… in fact, we can’t find evidence, that you killed him at all”. Her face darkened. “You weren’t even in the room when he died”. I clenched my jaw. Lowen cleared her throat. “Get to the point, Stahl”. The agent looked at me seriously. “You’re bedding a murderer, Catherine”, she said. “Jax came in to that cabin, and killed Kohn; for taking you away from him… you’re a popular girl, kitty”.

I swallowed bile at her use of the nickname. “Let’s say he was… how would he know where to find me?”, I said. “I didn’t leave any clue as to where I was going…”. Stahl narrowed her eyes. “Someone must have told him”, she answered coldly. “Huh…”, I said. “And how did you know where I was? How did you even know that I was gone?”.

The agent didn’t answer – she hadn’t expected me to be able to put the dots together. “Agent?”, I said. “You say I’m in danger… help me understand how I ended up here”. “I can help you”, Stahl said. “Get you out of this clean… I just need your cooperation”. I leant in and looked at her menacingly. “Is that what you told Donna?”, I hissed. Stahl looked taken aback for a second. “Donna… was a good woman”, she said. “What happened to her… it shouldn’t have”. “No… that, we can agree on”, I responded. “Putting someone in a situation, that ends in a person’s death…”. Stahl pulled a face. “We talking about Donna, or Jax?”, she challenged. I tilted my head. “You tell me…”.

Stahl realized she’d over-spoke. “We’re done. This is your last chance. Tell me what really happened; Catherine – you can go home… re-start your life”. I smiled. “Oh, I’m going home. To my man and my step-son”. I stood up, and walked towards the door; Lowen at my heels. “This is our last meeting”, I said. “Anything else you have to say; can go through my lawyer”. “You’re playing with a dangerous man, Catherine!”, Stahl called after me.

I turned to look at her; smirking. “We play many games, agent”, I said. “The agents you had watching the house last night, can probably attest to that”.

We left the police station; and I took a deep breath. Bitch… you’re going down.

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Lowen dropped me off at TM. I went straight into the clubhouse; and up to the bar. “Rat… drink”, I demanded. “What kind?”, the prospect asked. “Top shelf. Strong”.

Jax came out of the meeting room with Clay. He almost sprang over to me. “What happened?”, he asked. “She messed up… that’s what happened”, I growled. “What are you talking about, teach’?”, Clay asked. “She pretty much straight up admitted that she put Jax on the scene with me and Kohn”, I said. “You think she’s the one who contacted Darby? Told him?”, the president said. I shrugged. “I don’t know… but it’s pretty clear she’s used to setting people up”.

Jax ran a hand down his face. “That bitch…”, he snarled. I shook my head. “This is my fault”, I muttered. “I should have stayed. If I hadn’t left with Kohn… you’d have never had to come get me”. He took my hand. “No… Catching me at that meth-lab would have put me in almost as deep”, he grumbled. “It wasn’t exactly deserted when we got there… we left a few bodies in our wake… One of the reasons Happy had to burn it down”.

Clay let out a deep breath. “All right”, he proclaimed. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow. Give my best to Laroy”. Jax nodded; and Clay left the clubhouse.

I chewed my lip for a second; resolving to ask Jax something that had been on my mind, since he got back from his meeting the day before. “Baby, can I ask you something?”. He looked at me earnestly. “Anything…”, he said. “Rat, get lost”. The prospect ran off. “What’s up, darlin’?”. I took a deep breath. “Chibs mentioned the lockdown being due to retaliation…”, I began. “I asked Opie about it. He mentioned the dead body at Cara Cara”. Jax frowned. “Yeah… It was Darby’s cousin… our cousin-brother. I don’t know what that white trash group gets in to when they’re not dealing”. I smiled slightly at his joke. “You think that alt-right group did it?”, I said. “Pushing you to work with them; by creating a reason to attack you?”. He clenched his jaw. “I can’t prove it…”.

“Shit…”, I sighed. “It feels like my head is about to explode”. He pulled me into his arms. “Let me take you home”, he breathed. “Neeta’s dropping off Abel in an hour”. I frowned. “You have to come back here?”. He stroked my cheek. “Yeah… we have a drop in Oaktown tonight. It’ll be a late one”. I couldn’t help but pout. “Ok…”, I muttered. “I can have Rat with you; if you’re uncomfortable alone…”, he said. I shook my head. “Not the company I’d hoped for tonight”, I said – looking at him through my lashes. Jax grinned in surprise. “I thought you’d be tuckered out from your meeting”, he said. I slid a hand under the hem of his shirt; slightly touching the skin of his lower back. He let out a soft breath from my touch. “Just a little… I have a few rounds left in me”, I smiled.

Jax put his lips to mine; sliding his tongue between my lips to meet mine – and pushing his groin towards me. “I’ll be home to take care of you as soon as I can”, he whispered. “I’ll make it a soft one this time…”. “Not too soft”, I smirked. He pushed against me harder, sending a jolt through my loins. “That’s impossible, babe”, he grinned.

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I spent the rest of the day caring for Abel. He was teething; and being especially fussy. I calmed him down with a teething ring I’d been keeping in the freezer; and the baby was finally fell asleep around midnight.

I was exhausted; but at the same time giddy to spend some quality-time with my man. The house was hot as hell; and I reminded myself to talk to Jax about getting an air-conditioner. I took a shower, and put on some perfume and a robe. I tried putting on some makeup; but almost stabbed myself in the eye with my mascara; giving up. A bit of lipstick would have to do.

At 1 am; my eyes were drooping. Jax hadn’t checked in; and I decided to just go to bed – a little disappointed, and very sexually frustrated. I fell asleep almost instantly, on top of the covers; only wearing my robe.

Something slid up my inner thigh; and I jolted. “Shh, baby. It’s me”, Jax whispered. “Just lay still…”. I blinked; and met his eyes in the darkness. “Jax…”, I breathed. He opened the belt of my robe; and ran his hand down my chest and belly. “You want to go back to sleep?”, he whispered; and kissed me just above my bellybutton. I bit my lips; and shook my head. Jax grinned.

“Just lay back and relax”, he breathed. He pulled of his shirt and t-shirt; before leaning down to gently blow at my left, then right nipple. They both responded by perking instantly; from the cold air hitting them. Jax’s warm mouth enveloped the left one; as his fingers worked the right one. I was already breathing shakily.

Jax removed his pants and boxers; and laid down next to me. I felt his hardness against my thigh; as he put his leg over my right one – pulling at it to spread me open for him. I turned my head to face him; sighing in contentment. “You’re tired… maybe we should wait until tomorrow”, he smirked. I pouted. “No… wake me up…”, I begged. Jax grinned; and ran his hand down my torso again; ending up running his fingertips through my pubes. I yawned. “Really?”, Jackson scoffed. He slid his index finger over my clit. I jolted. “That’s better…”.

His lips found the sweet spot on my neck; and I bit my lip. Without entering me with his fingers; he continued working on my nub; making my whole body tingle deliciously. Jax warm breath against my skin made me shiver. He put his arm behind my head; holding me to him. I began panting – letting out little squeaks from delight. “My favorite sound”, Jax snickered. Suddenly it felt like my vagina went poof; and I came from his touch. “There we go”, he grinned; and moved his finger from my clit to his mouth – tasting me. I put my hand behind his neck; and kissed him passionately.

Jackson; crawled over me; placing himself between my legs. He slid into me with a quiet moan. “Talk to me, baby”, he whispered. “This good?”. “Mmhmm”, I breathed. “It’s good…” Jax chuckled. “You’re half way asleep”, he smiled. “Don’t stop”, I said.

Jax thrusted in to me a bit harder. I gasped. I slid my arms around his; feeling the movements of his muscles under his skin. I panted softly; and let out small mewls into the crook of his neck. Jax kissed me again; before speeding up his movements. “Give me one… just one”, he panted. I smiled; and clenched my muscles around him; making him groan. He came inside me; his sounds of release pulling me with him; and I clenched again – involuntarily.

Rolling on to his back; Jax pulled me with him, so I was laying on top of him. “I love you, sleepyhead”, he whispered.

I fell asleep with him inside me.

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Stalling Expulsion

Hey, gems! This is my day 13 of @hamiltonholidaycalendar ! I’m super excited and really proud of this. Sorry if the endings a bit rushed, I ran out of time,,,

Rated: Teen Audiences

TW: Mentions of violence, drugs, death

Whistled tones whipped down the halls of the large country boarding school, as wind teased the maroon common room curtains through extravagant glass windows. Crumpled currant toned bed drapes lined the circular boys dormitory, and the posts hung bed curtains which were open and crinkled. Clothes lay strewn across the old hickory wood floors, a mix of old socks, pyjama pants and unwanted shoes. The whole school had gathered in the great hall for breakfast, all but four. They were huddled in the dormitory bathroom, slinking around waiting for first class.

The eldest being sixteen years old, tall and broad, yet far from the most responsible. The youngest was a lanky French boy, who had recently become fifteen. The other two were also fifteen, but one not far off his sweetest sixteen. None of which were very responsible when it came to fun. Smarts, well, you may suppose they contained some sort of brain-cell. Although it appeared to bounce around their head like a DVD screensaver. You may even conclude, that the four shared a brain-cell, taking single turns on it like small children sharing a piano.

The oldest of them all was the one whistling, he was tweeting a soft tune, one that seems to be without meaning or purpose, but instead one you may subconsciously commit yourself to when bored.

Smallest of them, a boy who had his fifteenth a simple month before, tightened his ponytail and swiped a sniffle from his nose. Perhaps skipping breakfast in favour of hanging around like a gang of uneducated delinquents wasn't their best plan, but at the very least they had learned not to do it again. Not that he ever planned to admit his wrong doing.

One boy, who bore a curled ponytail that hung low, sat on a sink, his back against the wall and his feet in the porcelain bowl of it. He piped up with a skip in his voice, "why did we skip morning meal again?" He inquired in his distinct North-Carolinian accent, as his stomach growled angrily at him. He was missing out on his wake up food of three slices of buttered toast and a pile of breakfast potatoes and his body was not overjoyed.

"Because we don't want to be around Jefferson, Jackie," the smallest replied, sinking down. Jackie was not the boys birth name, but instead a curious nickname gifted to him by his closest of friends. The boy who has spoken had his back pressed against the wall, and he crossed his legs as he sat.

"You know," the French boy started, "I don't really see the problem you all 'ave with Thomas," he shrugged and continued leaning against a stall.

The whistling abruptly came to a close, and all heads turned to look at him. "Dude, he's horrible," the eldest started, "like, do you see the way he acts around Alex? He treats him like some sort of dirty scum he found on the bottom of his polished boots."

"The reason he hates me is even worse! Just because I don't have rich parents to go crawling back to for Christmas. He acts like I'm a dirty spot that he doesn't want to touch. Like... Like I'm food at the bottom of the sink, ya know!" Alexander explained, gesticulating as he did so. John, the student who had been nicknamed 'Jackie', leapt from his resting place in the washing basin and patted Alexander on the back gently in a friendly attempt to calm him down. "Sorry for yelling, Laf... It's just... He bugs me so much."

Lafayette shrugged his shoulders, his wine red blazer - part of his uniform forming creases as he did. "I mean, he's targeting you because you're an orphan, non?" Alexander nodded as a silent agreement and response, "well, 'e doesn't know that I am too."

"I completely forgot about that, Laf!" The broad-shouldered, tall boy examined a little too loudly. He found himself being bombarded by rushed hushing. "Sorry, guys," he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

Lafayette rolled his eyes. "Stop apologising, 'Ercules, we know you mean no 'arm," he assured and patted Hercules' shoulder.

"If I meant no harm, then why am I here?" Hercules sighed and shrunk into himself. The other three went quiet, they couldn't answer.

The boarding school was technically called, 'Fredrick's School for Troubled Teens and Youngsters,' but everyone just called it, 'School for Annoying Pricks and Rich Dicks.'

Everyone who attended had been removed from public school for one preposterous thing or another. An assortment, ranging from fights to skipping school to just becoming a general nuisance.

Hercules Mulligan had been previously expelled from three schools, for fighting three people and hospitalising two of them. His reputation was ruthless and cutthroat, not afraid to start an attack at any moment. However, he was simply a big softy.

Alexander Hamilton had been ostracised from his school for arguing with the professor, who promptly frog-marched him to the head master, to whom he fought against once more. He was told to leave and not come back after referring to his head master as, "a pompous fool, detecting the frivolous minds of easy moldable youngsters to bend them to his will."

John Laurens was excommunicated from Church, and from his very Catholic school when they discovered his homosexuality. His father had disowned him from home and sent him off to the 'School for Annoying Pricks and Rich Dicks,' in the hopes that it would, "return him to his Godly roots and strip him of his male desires for other men." His father, Henry Laurens had accepted the concept that sending him to a school where he would spend 99% of his time with guys and had imagined that it would 'fix' his brain into lusting over women.

And then there was Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Mortier, Marquis de Lafayette. His exclusion was a momentous occasion. His head mistress had discovered the acute, shimmering pocket knife in his satchel, after demanding a look as another child had accused him of threatening him with said weapon. The child had ridiculed his younger brother who had sadly passed away just mere weeks before. So yes, maybe he should've been thrown out of school for that. He goes back and forth, contemplating if what he did was incredibly illegal or, in fact, the right thing to do.

The four knew fine well why the other people were tossed from school, however, no one else knew anything about no one. Asking why another person was attending the boarding fortress was distinctly taboo. Like a horrid, violent invasion of protected privacy. Only if the student felt astonishingly close to you, and trusted you with their life and prized possession would they ever confine in you the reason they attended Fredrick's.

Another point, everyone came from privileged backgrounds, that were somehow ruined. Lafayette had rich parents before they died, and then he had a rich uncle. Then he was rich. John’s parents had piles of money, and then they disowned him. Alexander was fairly middle class, and then their debt skyrocketed when his father abandoned him and his mother passed in his arms. And then there was Hercules. The other three spoke much more articulated than him. He just simply couldn’t. He wasn’t from a bad family, but they most certainly weren’t the most educated they could be.

"Listen, Herc," Alexander inexorably spoke up, offering comfort, "we're all here for one reason or another! I called my professor a sithering idiot, and them the head master a pompous fool, John's gay and Laf, hell, Lafayette threatened someone's life. Lets be honest, we all deserve to be here," he peered up at Laurens, who had retaken his position of roosting on the sink, "apart from Jackie, obviously."

John defended himself and chortled. "Hey, I'm not complaining. Before I had to listen to homophobic slurs all day, now, I can simply be a homo every hour."

Hercules' solid frown tweaked, and he turned to laughter. "Okay, okay, fair enough," He lifted his arms up before slumping them down, "you got me."

"Yeah we did," Lafayette nudged Hercules harshly, which earned him a shove back.

His toast lay burnt and uneaten, and half a sausage rolled around his plate depressingly. A metal fork was lazily tossed by his tray, and the red paper napkin was scrunched up on his plate. His seat was barren now, as was the one across from him.

Reticent nattering echoed all over the spiral staircase as two boys clambered upwards towards their shared dorm. Their room was home to eight boys, all of which they both hated, except for each other and one pupil, a young male Aaron Burr from New Jersey and Thomas supposed that Lafayette wasn’t too awful.

Thomas pushed the oak dormitory door open with a dig. He went on speaking, but was silenced by his friend flapping his hand in front of his face. "James-"

"Shush! Can't you hear that?" James spoke, "there's people here..."

Muffled exclamations voiced themselves from behind the bathroom gateway. Thomas crept over and pressed his ear up to the carved antique door as every ounce of his sixteen year old attention span focusesd in on eavesdropping.

There was a blast of flat laughter that exploded from the room, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “What are they saying?” James breathed serenely as he watched Thomas run his fingers over the door handle.

“Quiet, Jemmy,” Thomas instructed in a low voice, “they’re talking now.”

A despicably mocking articulation voiced itself from beyond the door. “Oh yes, I mustn’t! For I shall mess us my sheep’s wool hair! No! Do not touch that! It was sent to me from a Gucci store from my father!” It was in a false Southern accent.

“Holy crap, Laf! I don’t like how much that sounds like him!” The familiar boisterous tones of Hercules Mulligan exploded out the cracks in the door. “Okay, okay, John your shot.”

He heard the rambunctious crackling of knuckles, and a clearing of throats. “Hello, y’all! Rootin’ tootin’! I’m from the fucking South where the grass grows green and I’m better than y’all! Because I’m Jefferson, and I hate you if you don’t have a rich father!”

James, who had been tuned in to the harmful conversations past the door, soared upwards towards him. “Tommy, don’t-“ he muttered harshly. James had been friends with Thomas since the very beginning, he had been there to witness every hardship and every tantalising moment where the world stopped spinning. He was by the teens side throughout each adversity, and would comfort his best friend without exception.

Yet Thomas didn’t listen. He shoved the door open unceremoniously, the sheer force blowing a gust towards the bed drapes. His stance remained strong and rigid as four pairs of brown and hazel sprinkled eyes darted towards him. With the pupils that burned into his skull, from both in front of him, and James who had settled behind him, Thomas composed himself. He ran a hand through his hair before taking it upon himself to stride back to his bed.

His lips remained stuck together as if to be two birds of a single feather. Alexander looks at his friends, and they rise from their resting places, stiff joints cracking like grandmas getting up from their nap in an armchair. Their stomachs rumble hungrily, screaming for nutrients, but they push past it to ignore it. James looks back at his accomplice, who is rummaging through a antiquated, walnut duffle-bag. He can see Thomas’ look of determination as he pulls his hand from the storage unit and wanders back to the bathroom, past the gang who was previously been loitering in the room. In his hand, is a egg-shell painted cardboard packet of sorts, and a rectangular glass lighter. The lighter is black as a cold winters night, and Thomas carries these into the bathroom with him.

“Thomas!” James exclaimed as he spotted the two items. One of the many reasons Thomas was at the boarding school. The bathroom door slammed closed and the all too familiar sound of a clicking lighter.

The four friends glance at each other, sharing a mutual moment of what the hell is happening, as James pounds on the oak door. “Thomas, I swear to god, open the door. I won’t let you do this again!”

“What’s going on?” Alexander hissed from the corner of his mouth. His dashing attempt to be inaudibly failed, as a result of his naturally vociferous voice it failed. Madison’s head rotated to face the not-so-fantastic four with a choleric grimace.

Lafayette opened his mouth to begin explaining, yet no words escaped. Only a brief swept of breath as he fidgeted with his own fingers, bending them in ways that really shouldn’t be possible.

“Why were you talking about him?” James spoke softly, as if the delinquents were toddlers who needed to be lulled off into slumber.

Alexander shifted on his heels. Why this small student was so intimidating fascinated him. James was always a perpetually timid youngster. Someone who sat at the very back of the class, head constantly bent down over his work, hunched and tired. Yet now, his eyes glimmered with rage and every inch of his body shook with unsheathed emotional torment.

“We-“ Alexander started with confidence, but trailed off quickly into inaudible - protecting himself - mumbling.

James rattles his knuckles off the door again. "I won't let you get expelled from another school!" He exhaled and fiddled with the handle. "Just, open the door... We can talk about this." He grovelled desperately. The door handle moved, and Thomas deliberated from behind the gateway. As the wood cracked open, James spread into a grin.

Thomas exhaled smoke downwards, blowing it down to the very depths of hell. "What?"

"You're smoking," John observed with a light shudder. He planted himself on Alexanders bed, tugging at the wrinkled sheets and grasping for the cream pillow, for the scarlet cover of the cushion had been stripped from it, and thrown somewhere across the room, it had been missing for days. Alex theorised that Thomas had disposed of it out the window, or in a garbage can in the main courtyard. Either way, Alexander and the students residing within that dormitory were lucky that a staff member hadn't inspected their room just yet. If it was found that articles of bedding had been cascaded like dirty wash paper then a worthy punishment would be awarded.

“Am I?!” Thomas took the lot cigarette away from his lips and glared at it. His eyes narrowed, “am I really!?”

“Yo, there’s no need to talk to him like that!” Hercules piped up with a stare. “He didn’t do nothin’ to you,” he spat.

Thomas rolled his eyes and took another quick puff of the cigarette before disposing of it in a sink, and running the cold water tap. “Yeah, he said nothing sure.

“Stop,” Alexander insisted, beginning to rise. He observes as Thomas struts into the dorm and throws his cigarettes packet and lighter onto his bed, before dropping down on James'.

Lafayette hastily crept over to beside Thomas and sighed. "My apologies, Thomas," he confessed, "it was wrong of us to... Eh.... Talk bad about you." He stumbled over his words, a bit like a newborn calf taking its first wobbly steps.

"I'm like, 99.99% sure smoking really breaks school guidelines," Hercules chimed in, twittering away in the congregated background.

"Yeah? Why else do you think I'm here? Because I want to be?" Thomas jeered, messing with his hair absentmindedly.

"Well, because your family bathes in pots of melted gold and dines on silver platters served by their monkey butler," Alexander prompted immediately, the words sliding off his tongue like venom before he could halt them.

Thomas and James scoffed in unison. "I'm here because I was expelled for drug use," the jaws fell to the old floors, "weed, mostly. Over the counter painkillers and anti depressants. That sort of stuff, ya know?" He shrugged, so nonchalantly.

“Drugs?!” John exclaimed in utter shock. “How did you even get a hold of them?!”

“Well,” Thomas gridlocked in his tracks, hitting the breaks on his brain, “why am I telling you this?” He sneered at himself, fanning his face in his own stupidity.

“Because... you want someone else to trust?” James mumbled, “other than me...”

Thomas’ face fell and he grit his teeth in annoyance as he came to terms with James’ unsettling words. He ran a tattered hand through his mop of sheep's wool. He remained mute and simply made a random hand gesture.

“James,” Hercules breathed and was quiet for one of the first time ever. Or ever since the others had met him, “why’d you get sent here? What’s the deal?” They all gasped, the taboo had been broken, and Hercules graced his eyes around the room, his pupils widening with terror. “Wait, no! I didn’t- it’s... it’s just, you don’t seem like the person to be sent to Annoying Pricks and Rich Dicks school.”

Madison blinked rapidly in thought. “No, no, it’s fine...” he took a large inhale, “I was bullied a lot... and one day I just... flipped. I attacked them when they followed me to class through the halls. The kid got away with a slap on the wrist and I was expelled. Then sent here...”

“Yeah, just after I was expelled, James came after me. Missed me that much?” Thomas chortled, stretching his arms and for just a moment, his arms and head placement made him look vaguely like a cactus in the dry Arizona sun.

“Not really, class was much quieter. I did lose my only protection though, because someone decided to get high on marijuana in the boys bathroom!” James really emphasised each syllable of the word, ‘someone.’

Thomas frowned lamentably. His sighs echoed around the room. “In fairness!” He stopped, “I actually can’t justify it. I was just being stupid and impulsive okay?”

Alexander cackled away loudly in the back before taking enough initiative to muffle it with his hand.

“Oh you can’t laugh, ‘amilton! You swore your professor out!” Lafayette teased with a snicker and Hercules let out a soft, ‘ohhh!’ punctuating Lafayette’s words.

“Yeah? And you whipped a knife on someone!” Alexander yelled back playfully. Hercules continued to laugh.

“Oh, shut up, ‘Erc! You can’t say anything! Two people in ‘ospital who?” Lafayette jerked, progressively getting himself more and more worked up. His cheeks were glowing a lipstick red and his eyes darkened with fury.

“‘Two people in hospital, who?’” Hercules mocked in a false French accent. It was awfully stereotypical, and fake as hell. But it annoyed Lafayette to the point where he leapt from his bed and pointed pressingly in his best friends direction.

“Lay off!” John jumped up and separated the two with his arms. “Okay! We all did things wrong, like... I disappointed god!” John beamed with a singsong voice, pleading to cheer those up.

“Disappointed god?” Thomas questioned pressingly, his voice ripe with curiosity.

“I was kicked from Catholic school for my ‘deadly homosexuality that could infect others’.” John chortled and moved away from Lafayette and Hercules, adjusting to the fact that the tension in the room was still thick enough to be sliced with a knife.

“Oh damn,” James whispered mistily to himself, scratching at a scab in his forehead, located just about his right ear.

Alexander rolled his eyes. “Oh no! I’ve been infected by the gay!” He yelled and Thomas exploded with laughter. It made Alex smile, and realise that Thomas, in fact, had a nice, boisterous chuckle.

“You can’t pray away the gay,” Hercules spoke in his often loud voice, smirking for the world to see once more.

“We can sure as hell try!” Lafayette knelt on his bed and placed his hands in a prayer motion. “Be gone, homo!”

John fell backwards dramatically and flopped to the floor. His hand touched his forehead as if fainted.

Alex snorted.

The dormitory door clanged with the pound of a fist. “Get to class, boys!” The familiar booming and authoritative tone of Head Master Washington exploded into the dorm.

“Sorry, Mr Washington!” Alexander apologises with a grit of his teeth.

“Suck up,” Thomas mouths and stands, leaving with James hot on his polished heels.

Lafayette stood and nodded towards the ajar door. “Wanna go hang in the courtyard?”

“And risk getting detention?” Hercules scoffed, “obviously.”

“Let’s fucking go!” John exclaimed, picking up his boots and shoving them on his feet.

From the slightly open door they could hear a yell. “Thomas, I swear to god!” And then the muffled reply, ‘what? She despises both of us, let’s just hang out in the courtyard!’

“Sounds like someone else is thinking about skiving class!” Lafayette sniggered, hoisting the door wide open and heading out. “Coming?” Hercules nodded and rushed after him.

Alexander stuck his fist in the air and clapped. “Anything to skip Mrs Reynolds class!”And they ran down the stairs, leaping down the stairs two or three at a time. It was dangerous.

And they loved it.

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Teamwork ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

THIS IS ANOTHER LOVELY ANONYMOUS PROMPT WHICH I AM EXCITED TO WRITE BECAUSE THIS IS GONNA INVOLVE A CERTAIN EMO VILLAIN GETTING WHAT HE DESERVES!

TAGGING: @silvlee-shepherd @jack-leeboyman and @darkipli-ler

Darkiplier chuckled to himself, oh what a day. What a villainous, delectable day he had had. Dark was smirking with his eyes closed as he reclined in his sleek, leather office chair. Lately the dark gentleman had been partaking in a number of inconvenient pranks upon his fellow egos, both Ipliers and Septics alike, and it was oh so glorious and devious fun.

Dark was thinking on his latest little trick, which he'd played on the ever sweet, cute little Oliver. Dark, much like everyone else on the planet, adored Oliver. His little smile, his sunshine blush, his jittery giggles and other expressions of mirth....all of which Dark had decided he wanted to see. So, he designed a playful little virus. You needn't worry, it was neither harmful nor permanent, it was simply a little programme that inhabited Oliver's system for 12 hours....making him feel tickling sensations all over his body constantly.

Dark chuckled as he remembered how Oliver had been writhing and giggling on the floor for practically the whole day, never becoming hysterical though since Dark had designed the virus to provide only teasing, soft tickling for the little robot. Needless to say, anyone who saw Oliver were instantly enamoured. However, Dark's little pranking spree had not gone unnoticed....and there were two particular egos who had decided that they would no longer tolerate this villainous behaviour. Said two egos had just now entered Dark's office unannounced, spurring Dark to open his eyes and raise a playful eyebrow at them.

'Typically, when entering someone's private space, you should be courteous enough to knock and ask permission.'

Jackie-Boy Man and Silver Shepherd were not affected by Dark's words. The two majestic, strongly-stanced, spandex-clad heroes merely raised their own eyebrows in return to Dark. Jackie was the first to speak.

'Oh please, courtesy around here went out of the window as soon as you started implanting tickle viruses into innocent androids!'

'Along with all your other crimes!'

Silver piped up, which made Dark smirk at the pair and respond musingly.

'Oh? To what crimes are you referring? I do not recall taking part in anything illegal.'

Jackie and Silver bristled, already getting riled from Dark's smug demeanour. Jackie put his hands on his hips as he glared at Dark.

'The law we refer to is the law of common decency and honour! Your crimes are the victimisation of so many, with teasing and taunting and all manner of villainous tickling!'

Dark snickered at how dramatic Jackie was being, which only made the heroes bristle more as Silver followed on, placing his hands on Dark's desk and leaning over it slightly.

'And quite a few of your victims think justice is in order for your crimes, and we're here to deliver.'

Dark straightened up in his chair a tad, which externally could look as if he was merely shifting or preparing to retort....but internally Dark had to admit that he felt a tad intimidated by the heroes. There were two of them, and despite how comical they may seem they were stronger than the average man. Dark found himself hoping....that they were merely words. Dark smiled to them both, looking between them with a cordiality and a gentlemanly manner.

'Oh come now, I simply wanted to have a little fun with those that I care for, surely you will not begrudge me those times of bonding? If those, who you call my ''victims'', do strive for justice....then why have they not simply come to claim it for themselves? Don't you think this can be resolved amicably?'

Jackie and Silver shared a look between themselves as they listened to Dark....and they couldn't help but grin. Things being resolved amicably? Oh please! Jackie and Silver both felt giddiness rising inside them, because they could see that the notion of receiving revenge....made Dark very, very nervous indeed. It also made the heroes even more eager to provide it. They both circled around Dark's desk so that they were stood either side of him now, and Jackie let out a light chuckle.

'Oh believe me, they want justice, which is why they all came to Silver and I.'

Jackie smirked as Silver followed on, his usually innocent face holding a sense of mischief that sent a few chills down Dark's spine.

'They know that justice is our forte, and that we won't be swayed by any of your sweet talking....'

Silver purred lightly, exchanging grins with Jackie since both of them were really rather enjoying the situation at hand. Dark however, was brainstorming hard. They were ever so smart, he knew they were going to do something but they had not yet shown their specific moves, Dark had to make them show their hand. He mustered up a smug sneer, figuring arrogance would rile them into revealing their plans as he looked between them.

'Oh is that right? What justice do you exactly plan to dish out then, hmm? Are you going to haul me out of my chair and give me speeches of morality until I submit?'

At Dark's smug words, instead of being perturbed by his confidence, the two heroes merely shared a grin. Silver giggled as he sidled behind Dark's sat form, whilst Jackie crouched to Dark's level...and smirked.

'As much as I'd looove to have you sprawled at my feet....Silver and I have a better idea.'

The heroes acted so fast then that Dark barely had any time to register what the fricking hell had happened! In a flash, Silver had tied Dark wrists behind the back of his chair and was now holding the chair still, whilst Jackie dragged over a spare chair in the room so he could sit comfortably in front of, a now seething, Dark. Dark grunted and struggled, glaring at them, but honestly he was feeling more embarrassed about not being on his physical guard. Dark looked pointedly up at Silver, hoping to intimidate the traditionally genteel guy.

'Untie me. Now!'

Silver merely giggled.

'....no, I don't feel like doing that right now, sorry.'

....well, that plan was foiled fast. Dark growled under his breath at the feigned apology as Jackie snickered.

'What's wrong? Feeling a bit vulnerable are we? Feeling a little humiliated?'

Dark mustered up a sneer in response to Jackie, determined not to let them affect him so soon.

'Oh please, if meagre bondage like this unfazed me then my sex life would be in a bit of trouble.'

Dark smirked a little wider when he heard Silver let out a surprised squeak from behind him, satisfied that his lewder language had managed to embarrass at least one of them. Dark was irked though, since Jackie merely laughed and scooted closer, resting his hands on Dark's knees as his auburn eyes gleamed.

'Ohohoho you're going to be SO fun to break!'

Dark gritted his teeth, trying not to flinch as Jackie started walking his fingers up Dark's legs.

'Oh go suck a dick Septic!'

Jackie raised an eyebrow as Silver gasped from behind Dark. Having now recovered from the earlier lewdness, he leant down to be in Dark's eye-line as he remarked with an innocent, yet slightly nerve-inducing smile.

'Why what rudeness! Come now Dark, don't make us gag you!'

Dark was all set to retort to Silver, hoping to incapacitate his focus again with more lewd language....but his breath started to hitch, and it was Dark's focus that was faltering. Why? Well it was because Jackie's dastardly fingers were now walking up his sides and ribs. Dark and Jackie locked eyes, and Jackie's playful grin made Dark's lips twitch and tremble.

'....d-don't....'

Jackie raised an eyebrow as Silver let out a soft gasp, leaning in beside Dark and cupping his ear dramatically.

'Don't? Don't what?'

Dark's teeth were gritted as Jackie's fingers twitched and hovered right by his hollows, and Dark's usual decorum had been left far behind as he spoke frantically.

'Look, fine, alright I'll apologise to people if that's what you want but just don't t-AHH! YOHOHOU BAHAHASTARDS!!'

Jackie and Silver snickered, I mean, as if they were going to go to the trouble to tie him up and not tickle him! Dark descended into low laughter, throwing his head back with mirth as Jackie happily dug his wiggling fingers into Dark's hollows. His thin shirt offered no protection. As Dark thrashed, Silver gasped playfully at his exclamation.

'So rude AGAIN! It's like he's asking to be gagged!'

Dark flushed a dark red, because for some reason hearing those words out of someone who was usually pretty meek just made it all the more humiliating. He shook his head, his gaze flitting between the two heroes as he hurried to reply.

'IHIHI'M NOHOHOT AHAHAHA IHI SWEHEHEAR!'

Silver giggled fondly into Dark's ear, making him scrunch his shoulders, whilst Jackie kept scribbling away gleefully as he purred.

'Wow you're more ticklish than I thought, this is gonna be sooo muuuch fun!'

Dark ordinarily would have growled at the hero, but he was cackling too hard to even muster a hint of a frown right now. Jackie wasn't the only gleeful hero right now either, Silver was just elated at the whole thing! I mean, everyone knew that Dark was ticklish, but not to THIS extent! Silver cooed to Dark with teasy delight, adoring the man's sensitivity.

'Awwww coochie coochie coo! Does someone have ticklish pitties?'

Dark howled with wide eyes; the tease in combination with Jackie really digging his thumbs into his pits seriously got to him. Mostly, Dark was shocked at how intense the tickling was already, and this was only the first place they'd targeted for tickling! All Dark could do was try and deflect, he was too flustered to do much else.

'SHUHUHUT IHIT!!'

Jackie gasped, because what's tickle torture without drama?

'He was just asking a question! I'm so sorry Silver, I must not be tickling him enough if he has the nerve to talk to you like that....'

Dark was the next to gasp, but this time with relief as mercy was given to his armpits. Dark knew it as only going to be a break, due to Jackie's words, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to fight with every ounce of his resolve. He shook the strands of dark hair falling into his eyes as he snarled through his teeth; he was pretty damn riled.

'Yohou'll rehegret this, both of you!'

....then he only became more riled when Jackie just straight up IGNORED him in favour of Silver's bright, airy suggestion.

'Perhaps a different tickle spot will yield manners from this villain!'

Jackie smirked, liking that idea very much, whilst Dark's head snapped towards Silver as he exclaimed.

'You are ESPECIALLY going to regret this!'

Now, at such harsh words Dark was very much expecting Silver to cower, he was generally a meek gentleman after all and Dark was clinging onto every shallow hope he could fathom, no matter how repetitive. However, Silver merely grinned, showing off his pearly whites as he cocked his head down at Dark; Silver's dark brown eyes glimmered as he taunted in a tender tone.

'And what exactly are you and your ticklish self going to do Dark? All tied up like this, you're mine, you're ours. There's absolutely NOTHING you can do, sorry.'

Silver's smile was so wide, he was clearly enjoying himself, plus he was once again the very opposite of apologetic. Now though, Dark started twitching, and his head snapped back to Silver's partner in justice, who had taken to unbuttoning Dark's jacket and shirt eagerly.

'S-Stop that, stop it right now!'

Dark snapped as he squirmed more and more, but soon Silver put a stop to that with some swift gripping of his shoulders. That kept him still so Jackie could reveal Dark's strong, muscular torso.

'Awwww there's no need to feel self conscious Dark! You have the most wonderful torso....'

The Septic hero crooned with a playful wink as he lightly ran his fingertips over Dark's abdominals; naturally, Dark pursed his lips shut and grunted, internally vowing not to make any more sounds. Jackie saw this of course and chuckled, Dark was just making this so enjoyable.

'Trying to stay strong and silent huh? You think you can keep it all in do ya?'

Dark smiled a wobbly smile at the teasing, averting his eyes from Jackie and Silver as the apples of his cheeks went quite the magenta hue; he was very flustered....and it was about to get a whole lot worse. If Dark hadn't averted his eyes then he'd have seen Jackie's excited smile as he watched Silver smirk and get nice and close to Dark. Jackie could see it in Silver's eyes....Silver was going to coax that mirth out with words.

'There's no point Dark....Jackie isn't going to stop. He's just going to tickle and tickle and tickle....we can see how bad it tickles you Dark. You're so ticklish and shaky and adorable, I mean, how could we NOT want to keep tickling you? You know we're not gonna stop, so why hold it all in?'

Dark gasped and trembled at Silver's teasing whispers, his smooth voice was diabolical and Silver's words were all that Dark would think about. Dark tried to hiss with his breaths, just have some sort of outlet for everything he was keeping in....but now his resolve was seriously crumbling. All Jackie had to do was substitute a stroke for a little muscle pinch....and then it was all over for Dark.

'D-DAHAHAMMIT NOHOHO!'

Jackie and Silver laughed along fondly as Dark caved, thrashing and struggling and tensing up and belly laughing from all the pinches and tweaks to his sensitive muscles.

'Theeeere you go! Doesn't that feel better? Letting out all that cute laughter of yours!'

Dark shook his head at Silver's coos, partly in defiance but also in the effort of blocking out his damned teasy voice.

'NOHOHO IHIHIT FEHEHEELS SHIHIHIT!!'

Cue more dramatic gasps from the protagonists of our little piece, this time though they were both feigning concern....because they were little, evil, tickle monster shits. Particularly Jackie, who teased right in Dark's face.

'Oh I'm sorry Dark, am I not tickling you how you'd like to be tickled? Is kneading more your preference?'

Dark's eyes were wide as he got the full view of Jackie's smirking, sadistic demeanour....whilst he shrieked with laughter at the new, sadistic kneading-tickling that Jackie bestowed upon his poor abs. At the sound of Dark's madder laughter, Silver exclaimed with giddy jubilance.

'Oh he sounds so much happier and less villainous now!'

'Oh I agree!'

Jackie followed on with similar joy as he kneaded and kneaded and kneaded, all the while Dark tried his best to struggle....but it was impossible. That's the thing about restrained torsos, it's not like a limb that has at least the chance of moving away by a few inches, or even gaining freedom....it's just really, seriously trapped.

'YOHOHOHOHOU'RE EHEHEHEVIHIHIL!!!'

Jackie and Silver sighed lightly at Dark's cries, and Jackie slowed his tickling back down to tracing so Dark could breathe once more. Dark gasped for air desperately, and shivered when he felt Silver's hand stroking his shoulder blades teasingly as the hero purred.

'Ahhh, I know that's what you all think, all you little mischief makers, all you villains. But I can assure you Dark....you deserve every second of this.'

Dark bowed his head, his face more red than grey now as he got chill after chill going down his spine at the humiliating, teasiness of it all. He couldn't avoid his captors though. As he squirmed he found himself face to face with Jackie, almost nose to nose, as he too purred.

'However, if you admit your villainy and apologise, we promise you that we will grant you mercy.'

....ohhhh how tempting that sounded. After all that intense tickling, Dark shuddered at what more they could possibly do to him....but then of course, there was his pride. Dark wasn't going to give in unless he really had no other choice, and to be quite honest, despite the torturousness of it all....Dark was having fun. The heroes observed Dark curiously, they could see he was thinking. Then, Dark looked up....and fucking sneered.

'Bite me.'

Silver and Jackie shared a look.....oh they were so happy that Dark was so defiant. Jackie sent Silver a wink, which spurred him to whisper into Dark's ear....to distract him.

'Don't tempt us.'

Dark looked to Silver with wide eyes, wondering for a moment whether he'd just brought forth a new world of torment....and, well, he had, but just not to do with biting. Whilst Silver had distracted, Jackie had been able to strike without Dark fighting back. Namely, he'd made claws out of his hands and latched onto Dark's inner thighs, kneading incessantly. Dark just screamed.

'AAAAHHHHAHAHAHAH AAAAAHHHHH!!!'

It was an echoing scream of mirth that shocked everyone in the room, even Dark, because he literally couldn't comprehend anything but the tickling. He knew he was struggling like a wild animal, but the tickling took up his focus as Jackie kept it up. Meanwhile, the heroes were agape with awe, I mean sure they were expecting some kind of loud laughter, but this?! This was frankly majestic hysteria.

'Woah....you're so ticklish....'

Silver whispered, more out of awe than out of teasiness as he and Jackie watched Dark with wide eyes; Dark was going so mad with laughter! Of course though, it didn't last, and for good reason. A) Dark had started to cry, and B) He had also started to cough. Jackie had mercy on the tender area as Silver carefully untied the knots binding Dark's wrists. Perhaps Dark could have handled more, but it was the risk of the perhaps NOT side of things that spurred Silver and Jackie to call it a day, especially since it was all meant to be in good fun. Silver carefully knelt next to Dark and cupped the man's damp cheeks, stroking his hair gently as he whispered.

'H-Hey i-it's okay, i-it's alright Dark we're done we're done, oh god please be okay....'

Silver and Jackie were anxious beyond belief, sharing nervous look as Dark limply sniffled and gasped with fluttering eyes and a swaying head. It took a few minutes granted, but Dark soon regained his senses; honestly, they'd probably driven him as close to passing out without the unconsciousness part. A Dark processed the more soothing touches, as well as Silver's words, he looked between the two heroes; to their surprise, he smiled and let out a soft laugh.

'Yohou sahadistic fucks....'

Dark couldn't help but giggle and smile at them both, their concern for him was too precious; Silver with his affection and Jackie with his fidgeting, they were too cute. Both heroes smiled and relaxed at seeing Dark smile, since now they could see he was okay; Jackie straightened up a little when Dark suddenly focused on him.

'I've always had a degree of admiration for you, but I have never been more impressed by a hero in my life. Your sadism wahas quite something.'

Dark smiled with satisfaction as he saw the apples of Jackie's cheeks go pink at the compliment, before Dark tilted his head to look at Silver fondly.

'And you....never have I been more proud to call you my family....you evil little marshmallow.'

Silver blushed similarly, letting out a bashful thank you whilst Dark kissed one of his palms affectionately. Dark loved being affectionate with his family. He laughed softly when Silver enveloped him in a bashful hug, before standing with a grin and offering Dark his hand.

'C-C'mon, we're all having a movie night, we're already a bit late!'

Dark blinked a few times in bemusement at the sudden shift of conversation, and was especially confused because....well....these ego social things were never really his scene, he never really thought he was invited, so he was hesitant to move. As Jackie stood and smoothed down his spandex suit, he saw Dark's hesitation and smiled fondly. He nudged the suited man's shoulder with his own as he smiled jovially.

'Come on, Oli's warming up an armchair for you.'

Dark let out a light, soft laugh of amazement as he allowed himself to be led. He didn't care that his torso was still on show, or that his face was fiery red and sweaty or that his hair was as wild as Wilford's personality. When Dark walked into that group of egos, that group of family, the heroes passed him onto Oli who stood from the leather armchair he'd been in. There were no words exchanged, there didn't need to be any....but there was a hug. Then Dark sat....and looked around, and said what little needed to be said.

'To those I pranked and ah....inflicted villainy upon, I apologise. I did those things....well...because I care deeply for you all.'

Dark was bashful as chuckles went around the room....but it was all filled with fondness and love. When Oliver sat on the floor and snuggled into Dark's legs as the movie started....Dark felt it all....he felt it all in his full, full heart.

HOPE YOU GUYS ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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Unsaid (Part Three)

Final part! Thanks for indulging me in this one, you guys. Hope you enjoy!

*gif not mine*

It was a surprisingly good day for Jax so far; he’d been able to secure a deal with the Mayans, sent some cash to Big Otto in the pen, finished producing a new series for the Cara Cara girls, and was able to talk Clay down from doing some sketchy shit to the club. Plus, you had stopped by the clubhouse to bring him lunch, which he ate after he ate you…

…It was a good day.

There was still some shit going on, of course. There was always shit. Hale was sniffing around the club again. He’d gone to your job a few weeks ago to interview you, but Jax had very clearly expressed to him his displeasure with that (he may have punched a hole in Hale’s office door), and that had been that. Gemma was pissed at Clay, which meant he was being a bitch to everyone else, and Tig and Kozik were at each other’s throats—still. Plus, the Nords were back on their bullshit, which meant trouble for the Sons. But, all things considered, Jax was happy with the way things were going. Particularly, he was happy with how things were going with you. So much so, in fact, that he was ready to take the next step with you. Upstairs, hidden in his dorm in his lockbox beside the first bullet he ever got pulled out of him, his passport, his Dad’s half-burnt manuscript, Abel’s first tooth, and a small velvet box containing an engagement ring.

“What kind of cut does she like?” Chibs had asked.

Jax, Chibs, and Opie were standing in the middle of a brightly lit jewelry store, actively ignoring the confused and suspicious looks they were getting from the customers and staff alike.

Jax shrugged. “This one?” He tried, pulling at his kutte, proudly showing his VP patch off.

Opie rolled his eyes, and Chibs chuckled despite himself. “Jesus Christ, Jackie, I meant what kind of diamond does she like? Like the style?”

“Oh shit,” Jax moved over to a display and looked down at the collection of sparkling rings, “I don’t know. Does it matter much?”

Chibs shook his head at the younger man’s stupidity. “To a woman? You bet your ass it matters, boy.”

“How’d the hell you do it the first time?” Opie asked.

“With Wendy?” Jax shrugged one shoulder. “It was easy, she was so loaded all the time, I could’ve given her a half-eaten Ring Pop and she wouldn’t have noticed.” He paused. “Actually, I don’t think I gave her a ring at all.”

“Well, you’re doing it right this time,” Chibs said, placing his hand on Jax’s shoulder encouragingly, “Although now I’m starting to think that maybe we should have brought Lyla or your ma.”

“Lyla’s working,” Opie said, voice tight. Neither Jax nor Chibs asked him to elaborate; they all knew what that meant.

“And Gem?” Chibs asked, effectively changing the subject.

Jax made a face. “If I brought my Mom, she’d be the one who ended up proposing.” He looked down at the display of spinning diamonds with a frown on his face. When the hell did they come up with these?

“That’s true,” Opie chuckled, coming to stand beside Jax, “Wow, that’s… new. When the hell did they come up with spinning jewelry?”

“Right?” Jax agreed.

“How about these?” Chibs pointed to a row of rings off to the side.

Jax leaned over to have a better look. “These aren’t bad,” he caught a saleswoman’s eye as he straightened up. The look she gave him was half-suspicious, half-interested.

“Can I help you…” She eyed their kuttes. “…gentlemen?”

“Yeah,” Jax smiled and watched her stance soften, “I’m looking for a ring to propose with, but there’s so many options…”

The girl’s face lit up, and she clasped her hands together in glee. “Oh, congratulations,” she cheered, her suspicious demeanor completely gone away now, “What’s her name?”

“Y/N,” Jax said, your name coming out of his mouth like a prayer. Just saying it once had him feeling all soft.

“Well I’m Michelle, let me show you some of our newer pieces. Does she have a preference?”

“She likes the pink-looking ones,” Chibs said eagerly, “I saw her showing some of her favorite earrings off to a couple of the girls the other night.”

“Pink?” Michelle asked, tilting her head.

Jax put a hand over his face as Opie huffed out a laugh. “You mean rose-gold, Irishman?” Ope said.

“Yeah,” Jax ignored Chibs and Opie’s arguing in the background and turned to Michelle, “She really likes rose-gold. You got anything in that color?”

It took Jax, Chibs, Opie, and the delightfully helpful Michelle about two hours to pick out the perfect ring. They thanked Michelle and tipped her heavily for her help, and though he was nervous, Jax was excited as well.

He had the ring, now all he had to do was drop to one knee and ask the most beautiful, loyal, amazing woman on Earth to agree to be his wife.

He looked up when Chibs, Tig, Happy, and Bobby came into the clubhouse, laughing and talking. Chibs came up to him and put his arm around Jax’s shoulders.

“Tonight’s the night, right Jackie boy?” He asked.

Jax laughed. “Maybe.”

“Maybe? How much longer are you gonna make us wait?” Tig asked, moving behind the bar and grabbing a few shot glasses.

“Make you wait?” Jax asked, still laughing. “Fuck off, Trager.”

“Never thought I’d see Jax shy away from a woman,” Bobby joked, sliding the now-full shot glasses over to the rest of them.

“I ain’t shying away from shit, fat boy,” Jax took his shot in one gulp.

“So do it tonight,” Tig said, shrugging as he refilled the glass, “Gemma says she’s gonna be throwing a big party tonight, everyone’s gonna be here.”

Jax tapped his fingers on the bar. “Yeah,” he nodded, “Yeah, I’ll do it tonight.”

The guys cheered, throwing their shot glasses up. Tig actually giggled as he filled them up again.

“Just don’t puss out, man,” Happy cautioned, tipping his glass to Jax.

“I won’t brother,” he promised—and he meant it, “I won’t.”

By the time you got to the clubhouse to help Gemma set up, the guys were all gone. You didn’t ask where they were—you never did—you just helped put the tables together and get the place ready for the party. Some of the other girls were there, and they all gave you and Gemma a certain width of respectful distance, only coming up to you to ask if there was anything else they could do. You were still getting used to that—everyone knew you were with Jax, and they treated you accordingly. He was the VP, after all, and he had an…explosive temper. But then again, so did you.

“Baby,” Jax had one hand up and the other in his hair, pushing the blonde locks back, “You gotta talk to me, what’s going on?”

You were in his dorm, slamming as much of your stuff as possible into the big ass purse Gemma had gotten you for your birthday a few weeks back. “Fuck all the way off, Teller,” you growled, shoving one of your shirts into the bag.

“Hey, hey,” he came up behind you, grabbing you by the elbow and spinning you around, “You gotta talk to me, Y/N, I have no idea what’s got you so pissed.”

“Oh, you don’t?” You asked, pushing his chest, “So you have no idea why some sweetbutt is out there wearing MY goddamn shirt? You have no clue how she got something that was in your room and how it got on her body?!” You yelled, pushing him again even though he didn’t move from the action.

Jax blinked. “What—what the hell are you talking about? Some chick’s got the same shirt as you, so you flip your shit at me?”

“No, she’s wearing my shirt that was in your room,” you glared up at him, “So tell me how she got in your room, Jax!”

Jax took a breath. He understood where your anger was coming from, but it was all a misunderstanding. Still, if some guy was walking around in one of his shirts that he’d left at your place, he’d be beyond pissed too. “Y/N,” he spoke carefully, “I swear, I have no idea how this happened.” He watched the doubt, confusion, and hurt flash through your eyes and set his jaw. “But I’m gonna find out.”

You had followed him down into the club and watched as he scanned the small crowd until he saw her. Jax stomped over to her, grabbing her and pushing her against a table. Glass shattered as it hit the floor, and the girl gasped at Jax’s roughness. He pushed his finger into her face and glared down at her. “You got two seconds to open that rancid mouth and tell me where you got that shirt,” he growled.

“I—I got it from your room,” she stammered, eyes wide, “I wanted to surprise you, but one of the other girls saw me and made me leave, I—I just wanted you to notice me, so I took the shirt, I didn’t know—”

“—didn’t know that it belonged to my Old Lady? That I belong to my Old Lady?” He yelled back. “Take that fucking shirt off and get out—NOW!” He roared.

Teary-eyed, she took the shirt off and threw it on the floor. You didn’t move to grab it, you didn’t even want it anymore. The girl turned to run off, but Jax grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her.

“You upset my lady,” he said, voice low, “Apologize.”

She turned to you, lip quivering in a way that was meant to be devasting but fell flat. “I—I’m sorry. I was just trying to get Jax’s attention…”

“And then his dick, am I right?” You asked, stepping up and balling your fist. You felt the anger course through you—you were so sick and tired of chicks like her, coming out of the woodwork and trying to get with your man. None of them really cared about Jax, none of them were equipped to deal with his lifestyle, none of them wanted him for the man he was—they just saw the kutte, not the man. “I’m gonna say this once,” you told her, “And I want you to listen close and tell all the other little kittens that Jax Teller is mine, and if I see your face around here again, I’m gonna break into your house, bathe you in gasoline, and light you on fire.” You smiled, all teeth, and saw her shrink away in fear. “We clear?”

“Y—yes,” she stammered, taking a few small steps back, “I am so, so sorry, Mrs. Teller!” And with that, she was gone.

Jax laughed, wrapping his arm around you and placing a kiss to the side of your head. “Mrs. Teller, huh?” He threw you a wink. “I like the sound of that.”

You rolled your eyes, not telling him that you liked it, too. “Let’s go put my shit back, Teller,” you said, “and then we’re getting a fucking lock for your door.”

After that, your issues with the other girls became pretty much non-existent. You liked the easy rhythm you and Jax had fallen into; there were still things about his lifestyle that were hard for you to grasp, but you knew there wasn’t another person on this planet who loved you more, or who you wanted to be with. So when he walked into the warehouse, followed by his brothers, laughing with his head thrown back, you smiled. Just the sight of him, just the sound of his laughter made you happy. Your grin widened when Jax looked up and locked eyes with you. You heard Gemma sniff from behind you, and when you turned to look at her, she was dabbing her eyes with her sleeve.

“Gem?” You stepped over to her, concern clear in your voice. “You alright?”

She nodded, opening her arms to pull you into a tight hug. “Everything’s fine, baby,” she said, smiling as she stepped back, “I’m just so happy to have you is all.” She reached over and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I’m happy you’re with my Jackson.”

You smiled back, a little confused, but happy. “Me too, Gem.” You giggled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you, and the smell of leather and cigarettes and pure, unbridled man hit you. “Hi Jax.”

“Hey darlin’,” he said against your lips, he looked up and grinned at Gemma, “Hey, Mom.”

“Hi, baby,” Gemma smiled back, “I’m gonna go get the cake ready.”

“Cake?” You asked, but Gemma was already rushing back to the kitchen, snapping her fingers at two Croweaters and demanding they follow her. You looked over at Jax, who was licking his lips and running a hand through his slicked back hair. “We got a cake?”

He shrugged. “Eh, who knows with Gemma?” He put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “Come outside with me?” He asked.

You nodded, letting Jax lead you outside to the picnic tables. He was acting a little strange, he kept looking behind him, and you could swear you saw Opie, Bobby, Chibs, Tig, and Juice peeking in through the window. You sat on the table, hands folded in your lap, as Jax took out a cigarette and lit it. He walked in front of you, pacing, and you knew he was building himself up to say something. You decided to give him a little push.

“Missed you today,” you said, smiling.

He smirked. “That’s the goal, sweetheart.”

You leaned forward a bit, giving him a little glimpse at your cleavage. “Did you miss me?”

Jax laughed, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. “Course I did,” he answered, “That’s why I lured you out here.”

“I thought you just wanted me out here to steal my virtue.”

He stood over you, kissing your nose with a smirk. “Already did. And I ain’t ever getting it back.” He kissed you, lips soft and gentle on yours. “Gotta ask you something,” he said, mouth still on yours, “and I want to ask you the right way, but… I can’t give you a speech.”

“Okay,” you cocked an eyebrow, “I don’t need a speech. Just ask me.” You put both hands on his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

Jax let out a breath. You’d never seen him like this before—you’d seen him anxious before, you’ve seen him question himself before, but this… He seemed genuinely nervous. “Tell me you love me,” he said, voice soft.

“I love you,” you said.

He smiled. “I love you, too.” He took another breath before taking a step back…and getting down on one knee.

You stood up, eyes wide, barely registering the intake of breath from inside of the clubhouse (you were pretty sure you heard Tig say “yay!”). You watched as Jax reached into his pocket and took out a small blue box, your heart pounding. He popped the box open to reveal a gorgeous rose-gold ring with a huge diamond in the center and several other diamonds leading up to it. It took your breath away.

“Marry me,” Jax said, voice steady but eyes full of energy, “I love you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I need you. Marry me, Y/N.”

You clasped your hand over your mouth, feeling tears spring to your eyes, and nodded vigorously. You let out a laugh behind your hand when you saw the smile on Jax’s face. “Yes!” You were crying now. “Yes!”

Jax stood up and grabbed you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you as he spun you around. You heard cheering, clapping, and laughter in the background, and before you knew it, you were engulfed in a sea of giddy bikers hugging and congratulating you while Gemma held a huge cake with the Reaper saying “WE’RE GETTING MARRIED” in black frosting. You buried your face in Jax’s shoulder, wordlessly telling him how much you loved him and how grateful you were to have him in life.

Jax pulled back, grinning, and slid the ring onto your finger. Neither of you said anything, you just kissed, blissful and happy and in love, as your friends—and family, now—cheered you on. You knew that this was exactly where you belonged. This was exactly where he belonged.

And even though neither of you ever said it, you knew exactly where this was headed…

…a happily ever after.

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papermoonloveslucy · 6 years

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ZENITH PRESENTS: A SALUTE TO TELEVISION’S 25TH ANNIVERSARY

September 10, 1972

Produced & Directed by Marty Pasetta

Written by John Bradford, Lenny Weinrib, Bob Wells

Cast (in alphabetical order)

Judith Anderson, honoree accepting for “Hallmark Hall of Fame”

Russell Arms, performer “Hit Parade”

James Arness, honoree accepting for “Gunsmoke”

Lucille Ball, honoree

Milton Berle, honoree

Sid Caesar, honoree

George Chakiris, performer “Westerns” / “Crime Drama”

Maria Cole, honoree on behalf of her late husband, Nat King Cole

Edward M. Davis, honoree accepting for Jack Webb and “Dragnet”

Jimmy Durante, performer / presenter “Music and Variety”

Dave Garroway, honoree and presenter

Lorne Greene, honoree accepting for “Bonanza”

Florence Henderson, performer “How Sweet it Was”

Bob Hope, honoree

Snooky Lanson, performer “Hit Parade”

Gisele MacKenzie, performer “Hit Parade”

Dewey Murrow, honoree accepting for his brother, Edward R. Murrow

Harry Reasoner, presenter “News”

George C. Scott, presenter “Drama”

Rod Serling, presenter

Dinah Shore, honoree

Tom & Dick Smothers, performers

Ed Sullivan, honoree

Eileen Wilson, performer “Hit Parade”

Robert Young, presenter “Opening” / “Closing”

John Wayne, presenter “Westerns”

Efrem Zimbalist Jr., presenter “Crime Drama”

Dick Tufeld, Announcer

This was a 90-minute special on ABC TV. It was taped August 9 to August 12 in Los Angeles. It featured clips from show’s from television’s past.

Zenith was co-founded in 1918 by Ralph Matthews and Karl Hassel as Chicago Radio Labs. The name "Zenith" came from ZN'th, a contraction of its founders' ham radio call sign, 9ZN. The Zenith Radio Company was formally incorporated in 1923. LG Electronics acquired a controlling share of Zenith in 1995, becoming a wholly owned subsidiary in 1999. Zenith was the inventor of subscription television and the modern remote control, and the first to develop High-definition television (HDTV) in North America.

In his diaries, singer Perry Como mentions jetting to Las Vegas to appear on the show, but he is not in the cast nor is he mentioned as an honoree.

The next night, Monday, September 11, on CBS, “Here’s Lucy” presented its fifth season premiere “Lucy’s Big Break” (HL S5;E1).

“Here’s Lucy’s” lead-in was the 18th season premiere of “Gunsmoke” starring James Arness.

“Gunsmoke’s” competition on NBC was “Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In” which that night started its sixth season with guest star John Wayne. This is very ironic, considering that this Zenith special features a promo that John Wayne did for “Gunsmoke” when it first premiered in 1955!

This was a busy night for television, with the series premiere of “The Rookies” (1972-76) on ABC. At 10pm CBS also presented the premiere of “The New Bill Cosby Show,” which lasted just one season.

The show begins with a boy named John Joyce (played by uncredited actors of various ages) who grew up watching television.

After the opening credits, Florence Henderson performs the seven-minute opening number “How Sweet It Was,” surrounded by dancers. The original song was written by Jack Elliott, Bob Wells and John Bradford. In a section devoted to children's shows, the dancers perform “The Mickey Mouse Club” theme, dressed in mouse ears and sweaters with names on them.

Robert Young (”Marcus Welby”) takes the stage to explain that the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences is also 25 years old and will be honoring a select group of people and programs who have made an impact, had popularity, proved longevity, and demonstrated substance. The recognition award is a silver medallion on a plaque.

A montage of clips from news footage of the Berlin Airlift, the Israeli War, the first Political Convention on TV, and the Kefauver Hearings, and the McCarthy Hearings, follows.

Young pays tribute to television's early comedians with clips of such comics as Jimmy Durante, Martin and Lewis, “The Honeymooners,” and and ending with clips from “Texaco Star Theatre” starring Milton Berle wearing various outrageous costumes.Berle is the first recipient of the medallion. He enters to thank the audience and briefly talk about his type of comedy. Berle claims to have done 641 hours of live television!

Berle closes by introducing a clip from “Your Show of Shows” starring Sid Caesar and Imogene Coca as figures on a Bavarian clock. Caesar takes the stage to thank the Academy for the medallion. His remarks are humble and brief.

After a commercial for Zenith Super Chromacolor, there is a tribute to TV dramas with a montage of clips from anthology shows like “The Alcoa Hour,” “Dupont Show of the Week,” “Westinghouse Studio One,” “The U.S. Steel Hour,” “Playhouse 90,” “Hallmark Hall of Fame,” “Goodyear Playhouse,” “Producer's Showcase,” and “Net Playhouse.” The clips feature actors like Robert Preston, Andy Griffith, Jackie Gleason, and Paul Newman.

George C. Scott enters to talk about the contributions of “The Hallmark Hall of Fame.” Clips from the show feature actors like Charlton Heston, Peter Ustinov, George C. Scott, and Dame Judith Anderson, who accepts a medallion on behalf of the show.

A salute to TV Westerns begins with a stylized Old West town with a handsome stranger (George Chakiris), riding into town on a white horse. Entering the saloon, he plays cards with a man in black, listens to Lily the dance hall girl, and then gets into a shoot out where (naturally) he is the only one left standing.

After the sketch, John Wayne introduces clips from westerns like “The Lone Ranger,” “Cheyenne, ” “Bonanza,” and “Gunsmoke.” James Arness, who played Marshall Dillon on “Gunsmoke,” joins Wayne onstage to receive a medallion on behalf of the show.

Lorne Greene then accepts a medallion on behalf of “Bonanza.”

A salute to TV crime dramas begins with a stylized city street with a handsome stranger (George Chakiris again), riding into town in a white sports car. The scenario deliberately mirrors the previous one for westerns. Entering the bar, he listens to Sally the burlesque dancer, and gets into a shoot out with a man in black where (naturally) he is the only one left standing.

After the sketch, Efrem Zimalist Jr. (“The F.B.I.”) introduces some ‘fast moving scenes’ from crime shows like “Hawaii Five-O” and (oddly) “Batman.” Zimbalist pays tribute to Jack Webb and the series “Dragnet.” Accepting the medallion on behalf of Webb is Los Angeles Police Commissioner Edward M. Davis.

Dave Garroway (“Today”) tells us that there are 121 recipients of the silver anniversary medallion, and that there is no way a 90-minute program can adequately pay tribute them all. Behind him is a scroll of names and clips from the honorees, including Lucille Ball and “The Desilu Playhouse.” Interestingly, for the sake of continuity, all the clips are in black and white, even if a show was aired in color.

Oops! The list of honorees mis-spells “Captain Kangaroo” as “Captain Kangeroo.”

The Smothers Brothers, Tom and Dick, talk about television, although Tom has trouble not mentioning its many flaws, despite Dick's attempt to keep things positive.

Harry Reasoner talks about television news and tributes Edward R. Murrow. Clips consist of Murrow interviewing such figures as Castro, Marilyn Monroe, and John F. Kennedy. Murrow died in 1965, so his brother Dewey Murrow accepts the medallion on his behalf.

Leading off a tribute to music on television is presented in the style of “Your Hit Parade”:

#5 - “Shrimp Boats” sung by Eileen Wilson. It was written in 1951 by Paul Mason Howard and Paul Weston.

#3 - “(Why Did I Tell You I Was Going To) Shanghai” sung by Russell Arms. It was written in 1951 by Bob Hilliard and Milton De Lugg.

Extra - “Love is Sweeping the Country” performed by the Hit Parade Dancers. It was written by George and Ira Gershwin for the 1931 musical Of Thee I Sing.

#2 - “(How Much is That) Doggie in the Window?” sung by Giselle MacKenzie (above). It was written by Bob Merrill in 1952.

#1 - “This Ole House” sung by Snooky Lanson. It was written by Stuart Hamblen in 1954.

Curiously, there is no #4, perhaps for time limitations or because there are only four alumni of “Your Hit Parade” in the show.

Closing the section, the group sings “So Long for a While,” the closing song of “Your Hit Parade” written by Hy Zaret.

Jimmy Durante enters at the end of the sequence to tribute Music and Variety on television. It begins with a montage that features Steve Allen, Liberace, Durante, Edgar Bergen, and Dinah Shore, who is the next honoree. Dinah talks about her work on “The Chevy Show.”

Dinah Shore: “We were live and our main motivation was fear!”

Shore then tributes the late Nat King Cole, and introduces Maria Cole, his widow. “The Nat King Cole Show” (1956) was the first television show starring a black man.

Durante returns and sings “September Song” by Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson for the 1938 musical Knickerbocker Holiday.

After a commercial, Rod Serling (“The Twilight Zone”) presents a medallion to 'Mr. Sunday Night' Ed Sullivan. Clips from “Toast of the Town” (aka “The Ed Sullivan Show”) feature Julie Andrews, the Beatles, Rocky Marciano, and President Eisenhower.

When Ed Sullivan enters to accept his medallion, it is apparent that he is not on the same stage with Serling, but has been inserted into the shot using special effects. When Serling hands him the award, the camera switches to a close-up to avoid the transfer.

Serling also presents medallions to Lucille Ball and Bob Hope. A brief montage of clips from “I Love Lucy” and various Bob Hope specials follows. It includes scenes from “The Audition” (ILL S1;E6), “The Operetta” (ILL S2;E5), “Lucy Meets Harpo Marx” (ILL S4;E28). Interestingly, there are no clips of the two performing together.

Once again, it is apparent that Serling is not on the same stage as Lucy and Bob, despite the fact that they address him as if he were there standing beside him. This time there is no special effect to imply they are together. Hope calls him the “spooky writer” and Lucy refers to Serling's voice on “headache commercials.” Hope and Ball exchange some friendly banter based on their age:

Lucy: “I just love watching 'The Late, Late Show'. Where else could I be 25 for 25 years?" Bob: “On your reruns. You know I'm kidding, Lucy. You're the most beautiful woman in Hollywood and you have been for many years.” Lucy: “That's quite a compliment considering you started as a stuntman for Francis X. Bushman.”

The show closes with the singers and dancers reprising “How Sweet It Was” and Robert Young returning to sum up television's progress and promise for the future. This time the clips behind him are in color. A montage of 'good nights' from various television shows plays under the credits.

This Date in Lucy History ~ September 10

“Lucy and Danny Thomas” (HL S6;E1) ~ September 10, 1974

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fckinjvoss · 7 years

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1-100 BECAUSE WHAT COMES AROUND GOES AROUND

fuck u 1st off

Everything You Could Ever Want to Know About Me

1. Last kissBOY NAMED TYLER WHO FUCKED ME OVER iconic

2. Last phone callmy bff

3. Last text message“no i was pooping”

4. Last song you listened tofall apart post mahone

5. Last time you criedLMFAOOOO um last week my ex is a catch

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. Dated someone twiceya

7. Been cheated onYA

8. Kissed someone & regretted itAlways

9. Lost someone specialyes

10. Been depressedLMFAO YA ALWAYS NEXT

11. Been drunk and threw upLAST MONTH, WENT TO VOMIT IN TARGET

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:

12. had sexya

13. How many people have you had sex with this year?LMFAO OKAY um no we arent doing this. just know me and jackie are similar

15. Made a new frienda bunch

17. Laughed until you criedlike two hours ago

18. Met someone who changed youyes and for the worse

19. Found out who your true friends wereYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

20. Found out someone was talking about youya and they talkin shit too

26. What did you do for your last Birthdayum last year i went out to dinner bc 20 is no fun but this year im doing a bar crawl!!

27. What time did you wake up today12:43 pm

29. Name something you CANNOT wait forMY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

30. Last time you saw your all of your siblings at the same timefive hours ago

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your lifemeeting my ex

32. What are you listening to right nowpost mahone i fall apart

33. When is the last time you had sex?September 23rd. i literally need dick im dying

34. Who’s getting on your nerves right nowmy best friend asking whats up

35. Most visited webpagetumblr

36. Favorite colourtiffany blue

37. Nicknamespidgey and titties

38. Relationship Statussingle 4ever

39. Zodiac signCapricorn

40. Male or femaleim female

41. Primary schoolDid it?????

42. Secondary SchoolDid that too

43. High school/collegedid that and doing that

44. Eye colordark brown

46. Height5′2″

47. Do you have a crush on someoneyeah but it wont work out so im fine, ill see him soon though, probably just sleep with him thats it

48. What do you like about yourselfhow fucking funny i am!!

49. Piercingsears (11) & belly button

50. Tattoosno

51. Righty or leftyrighty

FIRSTS:

53. First piercingum i was like 7 & ear lobes

54. First best friendOMG NAIDEN

55. First hookupChris&Tyler ATO while i was in high school

56. First Bestfriendwasnt that already asked?

RIGHT NOW:

59. Eatingi just ate chicken alfredo for dinner

60. Drinkingshould be alcohol but just coke :(

61. I’m about tostudy for my exam in9 hrs

62. Listening toPOST MAHONE I FALL APART

63. Waiting fordeath

YOUR FUTURE:

64. Want kids?depends who with

65. Get married?eh i want to prob wont

66. Careerpresident. jk judge

WHICH IS BETTER:

67. Lips or eyeseyes

68. Hugs or kisseskisses

69. Shorter or tallertaller

70. Older or Youngerolder

71. Romantic or spontaneousromantic

72. Nice stomach or nice armsarms

73. Sensitive or loudloud like me

74. Hook-up or relationshiphook up

HAVE YOU EVER:

76. Kissed a strangerya

77. Drank hard liquoreveryday wtf

78. Lost glasses/contactsnever had them

79. Had sexyes

80. Broken someone’s heartyes

82. Been arresteddoes detained count?

83. Turned someone downya

84. Cried when someone diedno

85. Fallen for a friendya

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

86. Yourselfeh i guess im okay

87. Miraclesyes

88. Love at first sightyes

89. Heavenyes

90. Santa Clauseno

91. Kiss on the first datei do this yes

92. Angelsya

93. How would you label yourself?heartless bitch

94. Someone You Pray Everyday Fori dont pray

95. Did you sing todayyes AND I THINK WE KNOW WHAT SONG^^^^^

96. Who From All Your Ex’s have You Cared The Most Aboutmy matthew. but i shouldnt bc hes a compulsive liar

97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?seventh grade and change one thing

98. Out Of Everything In The World What Do You Wish Forhappiness to everyone

99. Are you afraid of falling in love?ya rt, last time it nearly destroyed me

100. Do you like the way you look?ya bitch im hot as fuck bye

#i hate u #noxh-hathorne

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greezyscumbag · 7 years

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Too Good

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#113 - “I prefer blondes.”

#123 - “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

—

You pause outside Jax’s apartment door, your fist hovering over the wood. “Oh, is that a promise?”

“Sure is, big boy.” a female voice responds, a wave of disgust coming over you before you push it down, channelling your humour.

“Oh, Jackie boy.” you sing, bursting into the room, Jax and his half dressed companion scrambling for their clothes as you enjoy the surprise on their faces, a smirk upon your own. “Tables ready.”

“You forget how to knock?” the girl spits rudely, rushing to get dressed as you lean against the door, Jax pulling on his shirt, a hidden grin on his lips.

“Sorry, sweetheart. My mistake.” you reply in a sickly sweet tone, the girl scowling in response as she grabs her heels, throwing you a glare as she scrambles out of the room. “Nice meeting you!”

“Thanks for bursting in like that. I was two minutes away from getting my dick sucked.” Jax says, shrugging on his kutte. You shrug your shoulders, smiling proudly.

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?“ you reply seductively, Jax raising his eyebrow in response. “I’ll be sure to let the guys know about your new alias.”

“Go ahead, princess. Maybe I’ll let you see if it’s true.” he winks, smirking cockily as he strides past you, your cheeks reddening as you feign repulse.

“No thanks, I don’t plan on getting the clap anytime soon.” You clap your hands together for emphasis, Jax laughing loudly as he heads away from you, flipping the bird as he does so.

—

The familiar buzz runs through your body as you lean against the wall, Kozik beaming down at you, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“You’re really cheesy, you know that?” you tease, him grinning in response, leaning beside you. “But thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.”

He hums, leaning down, his breath tickling at your ear, his delicious scent surrounding you. “Fancy taking this somewhere more private?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” you whisper back, your teeth grazing his ear as he shivers, his hand finding yours as you slip around the corner, following him down the corridor.

His apartment door barely shuts before his lips are on yours, his hands slipping under your ass as he picks you up, squeezing roughly. You moan against his mouth, your fingers pulling at his hair as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He drops you gently onto the bed a moment later, the mattress softening the blow as you sprawl out on the sheets, Kozik crawling over you and connecting his lips back to yours.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I got here.” he mumbles against you, his fingertips running down your sides before he finds the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards to relieve you of the fabric. “How fucking sexy you are, how good you’d look under me.”

“Hope I’m living up to your expectations.” you say, flipping him over expertly, your body straddling his. You pull him up by his shirt roughly, quickly yanking the material upwards, his toned physique coming into view bit by bit.

“Expectations and more.” he whispers, his lips latching onto your neck as you grind your hips onto his hardened crotch, a hiss leaving you as he nibbles teasingly.

A loud pounding stops the two of you, the apartment door flying open seconds later. “Can I borrow your-”

Kozik stands up quickly, placing you down on the ground as Tig looks between the two of you, his mouth parted in disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak, you stopping him before he can.

“Careful what you say, Trager.” you warn, grabbing your shirt off the bed, turning it the right way before putting it on. “We’ll be out in a second.”

Tig chuckles to himself, winking at you and backing out of the room. You turn your gaze to Kozik, him smiling sheepishly, his cheeks slightly pink. “You think he’ll tell anybody about this?”

“Oh, yeah. Get ready to be the center of attention.” you say, smoothing your hair down in the mirror. “See you out there.”

You leave the room swiftly, heading out the back entrance, hoping the cool air might clear your head slightly. You’ve only just lit your cigarette when the door is pushed open, Jax’s eyes finding yours under the dim lights.

“You know, I never thought Kozik would be your type.” he teases, the door slamming shut behind him as he heads over to you, your eyes rolling at the nickname. “Saw you as more of a Juice kinda girl, to be honest.”

“Juice? Nah, I prefer blondes.” you say bravely, holding out your cigarette to Jax as he runs his tongue across his lower lip, a surprised look on his face.

“That so?” You nod in response, admiring the way his lips wrap around the stick, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he inhales. “You gonna be making him a habit?”

You don’t miss the jealously in his words, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in response. Shrugging, you accept the cigarette back. “Not sure. Why?”

“Just asking.” he replies cooly, shoving his hands in his jean pockets before standing beside you, his foot resting against the wall to keep his balance. “Didn’t think you were one for sleeping around.”

“Who says I am?” you snap, not enjoying the judgment in his tone, especially considering he’s slept with about three hundred women. “You’re the last one to be judging me.”

“Not judging. Just trying to understand it, that’s all.” he defends, refusing to meet your eyes as he looks forward. “Did you finish up after Tig disturbed you both?”

“What’s with all the questions, Jax?” you sigh, throwing the nub down and crushing it with your shoe. You stand in front of the blonde, forcing his attention to you. “I’m single, I’m young. What’s the problem?”

“You’re worth more than a fuck, (Y/N).“ You scoff loudly, the alcohol making you more sensitive than usual. Jax huffs, shaking his head and pushing himself off the wall. “You know what? Forget it.”

“Let’s not.” you say, pushing him roughly, his back hitting the brickwork behind him. “So, you’re allowed to fuck whoever you want, yet I’m not?”

“That’s not what I mean.” he stops himself, running his hands through his hair in frustration as he tries to find the right words to explain himself.“I just mean-”

“Save it, Jackson. You’re so full of shit, you know that?” You laugh humourlessly, your throat thick with emotion. You turn around, your wrist being grabbed before you can get very far. “Let go of me.”

“Can you stop being so dramatic for two fucking seconds and listen to me?!” he yells, his brows knitted in frustration. You’re taken aback by his tone, your eyes wide as you stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

Sighing, he releases you from his grip, turning around and running his hands through his hair, you silently observing his actions. His expression has softened once he faces you again, though he remains frustrated.

“I sleep around because it’s all I deserve, (Y/N).” You go to disagree, but stops you before you can. “Listen.”

“You’re too good to become some croweater. You deserve to be loved, shown off, showered with affection.”

“Don’t lose yourself trying to be like everybody else.” he says, his words nothing but genuine. “You’re far too good for that.”

You’re not sure what to say, Jax’s words being the kindest, most honest thing he’s probably ever said to you. You step closer to him, leaning forwards to press your lips against his cheek. “Thank you, Jax.”

As you go to move backwards, he turns his head to the side, catching your lips softly with his own. Your eyes are wide in shock as you try to understand what is happening, your body unable to respond.

He pulls away sharply, his expression just as surprised as yours. “Shit, I’m shouldn’t have done that.”

“Kiss me again.” you whisper, a flush creeping up your neck, though you’re too entranced to care. Jax frowns, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “Kiss me again, Jax.”

You can see him having an internal battle, both sides fighting a convincing argument. You decide to take matters into your own hands, gripping his kutte in between your fingers and holding him in place, your eyes fluttering shut as you find his mouth with your own.

He relaxes into the kiss straight away, his hands cradling your cheeks as his lips work with yours, featherlight yet passion filled.

You wrap your hand around his wrist as the kiss deepens, the slight breeze forgotten as his kisses warm you up, your body tingling from his touch. His tongue explores your mouth expertly as you submit to him, your mind foggy with nothing but him.

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A/N - Wasn’t sure where this was going when I wrote it, but I hope you like how it turned out! Thanks to anon for the request and thank you for all of your support, see you next time! ❤

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thran-duils · 7 years

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Breaking the Ice

TITLE: Breaking the Ice (APA Part 2) PAIRING: Reader/AU!Castiel SUMMARY: Your parents are having their 30th anniversary and you are visiting your hometown after years of being gone. After living in the city for so long, coming back to your small town is overwhelming and also brings about a lot of baggage. Including your intense high school romance with Castiel. WORDS: 1,872 Warnings: Slight smut AUTHOR’S NOTE: Italics are the past. Also, this song completely inspired me.

Part 1 || Part 3 || MASTERPOST || Fanfic masterpost

You waited up against the gate, the jersey you were wearing too big. You’d tied up a side of it in a bow to bring it in along your hips, not worrying about if it looked silly. You were wearing his number and his name on your back and that’s all that mattered because his face lit up whenever he saw you supporting him.

Castiel walked up to plate and there were hoots and hollers from his team as well as the crowd. They were expecting a home run which would push your school team one run over the other team. Counting him and his teammate on first. And with only minutes left at the bottom of the ninth, your team was sure to win.

Bouncing on your feet, you watched him tap the home base and fixate his eye on the ball. Raising the bat with purpose, he stood ready. When his bat made contact with the ball, you knew it was gone by the arc. The crowd stagnated watching it, suspended, not paying attention to Castiel who had taken off immediately. As soon as it reached the fence, just as Castiel was rounding second, the crowd erupted again, their attention on him again.

After the game and congratulating other team members, he ran out of the dugout straight towards you. He’d left his gear behind and picked you up, giving you a deep kiss.

“Mhm, you did so well, baby,” you told him, your lips moving against his.

He smiled, dropping you back down to the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him another kiss.

“You’re so sweaty,” you teased him.

“Well, I did just make a home run. And it’s hotter than sin out here,” he told you back, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, when you put it that way… I guess I can forgive you.”

Castiel pulled away and said, “I’m going to get my stuff. And then we can go eat or something, okay?” You nodded and he flashed you another smile before moving back towards the dugout at a slow jog.

“You’re lucky,” someone said from behind you.

Turning, you saw one of your classmates, Rachel was standing there. She was chewing gum obnoxiously as usual, her cut off shorts almost too short. She had always had a thing for Castiel and had always been superficially nice to you, even before you and Castiel began dating. He’d had a crush on you for years but you’d been too busy to put aside time for boys. Until you realized you had felt the same.

Forcing it out nicely, you responded, “I’d like to think so.”

Her smile was faker than press on nails, which she was also currently wearing. “Oh, honey, you should know so!”

What a load of shit. You held back the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’ll try to be more confident I guess,” you responded, hearing Castiel come back up.

“Hiya, Rachel,” he greeted her and she almost melted on the spot.

“Hey, Castiel. That was sure a great hit. Saved the game!

God, you wanted to sock her straight in the jaw and send her reeling. You knew Castiel was not interested in her but that she was alright with flirting with someone was in a relationship. And that irked you in all the wrong ways. All that was missing was her twirling her hair around her finger, trying to look innocent.

Castiel nodded, “Thanks. And it was a team effort.”

“Don’t be so humble all the time. Take some credit for your amazing skills!”

“Trust me. Y/N praises me all the time. If I was going to listen to her and act on it, I would be the most conceited thing,” Castiel told Rachel with a smile. You moved into his arms that he offered and you saw a dark look pass across Rachel’s features just so. He kissed the top of your head and said, “But, I shouldn’t ever complain about that. Lucky to have that support.”

Rachel forced a nod, “Yeah. For sure.”

Castiel smiled again and said, “Well, thanks for the compliment.” He looked at you and said, “You ready?” You nodded and he gave Rachel a wave and you did too before he turned with you with him, going towards the parking lot.

You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know that Rachel was scowling at your retreating back. But you didn’t care anymore that you were in his arms, him holding you close.

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Rachel. Sitting in the back of the bar near Castiel. Close enough to flare up an old flame of jealousy still licking away inside you at the thought of him with someone else, which was silly since you had been the one to leave. But not close enough that you suspected they were seeing each other or were intimate in any way. You couldn’t stare too long but you wanted to see her reaction when Jackie told them about you being there.

And it was satisfactory. You saw a falter in her happy demeanor and looked away before she could look for you and make eye contact.

“They’re not seeing each other if that’s what you’re worried about,” Amanda called to you over the music.

You took a sip of your drink and responded, “Well, that’s a fucking relief. That’s one thing I wouldn’t be able to stand. Her triumphed behavior and snotty bullshit.”

Amanda laughed and said, “Castiel was never interested in her. Although, I won’t lie – she tried her damnedest after you left. None of it has paid off much to her annoyance. But, she’s pretty relentless.”

“That she always has been.”

There was a pause and Amanda leaned in close. “You’re going to have to do it sooner or later,” Amanda told you. “He keeps looking over here. He’s gonna decide to just come over here to get it over with if you don’t make a move soon. Wouldn’t you rather be in control?”

Pouting, you took another drink. You knew she was right. The two of you speaking to each other tonight was inevitable.

“Fine,” you mumbled. She couldn’t hear you over the music but you knew she could read your lips.

She grabbed your hand and said, “I’ll lead the way.”

You let her take your hand and let her begin leading you through the crowd back towards your old classmates. Your heart started beating faster, anticipating the clash that was about to happen with your past and your present. Jackie looked excited seeing the two of you coming and hopped off the bench. Rachel looked less than pleased. Everyone else, like Jackie, looked happy to see you though.

But, Castiel… he looked like he was hit. Like you were shaking him up. He was still in love with you. There was no doubt about it. And you couldn’t deny your feelings again, being this close to him. You knew they had never gone away. You had just suppressed them.

Seeing him looking at you the way he was just brought so many emotions back.

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“You sure it’s safe out here?” you asked Castiel, looking around. The two of you were laying in the bed of his truck, the sky painted dark with sparkling stars above the two of you. It was Saturday night, there was a party going on down the way that the two of you had been at before. And were planning to go back to. But, you wanted some time alone. Castiel had come up to you, grinding close and you knew what had been on his mind and let him lead the way.

You gave a little yelp as he pulled you on top of him and raised his head to capture your lips with his own. You fell into the kiss, your hands running through his hair.

“There’s nobody out here.”

“That’s what every teen having sex in the middle of the nowhere says before they’re murdered by a crazed killer,” you challenged.

Castiel’s hands slipped up the back of your shorts, caressing your ass. You forgot your fear feeling his erection through his jeans and the feeling of his hands on your bare skin.

You unbuttoned his jeans quickly and he gave a little chuckle, sounding excited. You slipped your hand down the front of his jeans and underneath the band of his boxers. He groaned as you stroked him slowly.

“You drive me crazy,” he breathed against your ear.

“I think I can drive you crazier,” you taunted removing your hand and sitting up. You pulled your shirt up over your head, tossing it aside and did the same with your bra. Castiel’s hands were on your sides, rubbing and caressing, watching you with hooded eyes. Standing up, you turned away from him and slowly pulled your shorts and underwear down, tantalizing him. You heard him rummaging behind you as you slowly stood back up and kicked your bottoms off.

Turning back to face him, you found him bottomless, explaining the rummaging, with his cock in hand. He was jerking himself off slowly watching you.

“You’re not patient at all are you, Mr. Novak?” you teased and he smiled, loving when you called him that. “Am I even needed?”

Castiel’s nod was desperate and his hand left his dick immediately. He said breathlessly, “Yes, you’re needed. Please.”

“You sure?”

“God, yes,” he breathed, beckoning you towards him with a quick wave.

Lowering yourself back down, lining up with his cock, you said quietly, “You’re gonna have to make sure you show me that’s a truth.”

Castiel’s hands were on your hips, moving you to lower yourself onto his cock. He threw his hand back as you took him slowly and you bit your lip, biting back a moan at becoming full of him. Castiel groaned, “I’ll show you, baby. I promise. You’re so wanted. You’re all I want.”

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You don’t know how you did it normally but you greeted everyone around, smiling and cheerful. You saved him for last because you didn’t want to lose your stride and look foolish.

Castiel looked up at you, seeming glued to the spot. You knew everyone else was watching the pair of you.

“Hey,” you broke the ice.

“Hey,” he returned, a small smile playing on his lips. Unexpectedly, he scooted over and patted the seat next to him. You didn’t notice the sour look on Rachel’s face and you honestly wouldn’t have cared if you had. “Need somewhere to sit? Those heels look like they might hurt.”

Your face broke out into a grin, a small laugh leaving your mouth. “These heels might hurt if you get hit with them for insinuating I can’t handle walking in them,” you retorted.

Castiel beamed at you. How easily the two of you fell back into an old routine of banter. You took up his offer and squeezed in between the tables and sat down next to him. He still had the same musk.

The two of you locked eyes and he swallowed sharply. You didn’t miss the nervousness in his eyes before he asked, “So, how you been?”

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#castiel x reader #au castiel #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #castiel fic #my shit

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Welp. I fell so bad for not posting an update in like a.... month. Take this update as a peace offering. I promise the next one won’t take as long to get up.

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Chapter 26

Edith’s dainty hands examined the green gem on Silvertongue’s finger. “You see,” she said, pointing towards it, “this is what you get when you are with me. What did you ever get with Caterina? Rejection? Abandonment? Neglect?”

Silvertongue slowly nodded, a single tear falling from one of her midnight blue eyes. Edith used her other hand wipe it away, then caressed the side of her face. The Crow gently leaned into the hand with a meek smile on her face.

“I understand,” Edith continued. “I understand what you’re feeling. My father neglected me since the day I was born, all for that witch. Look at what that got him; it got him killed. Imagine what could’ve happened to you if you hadn’t come to me sooner. You likely would’ve suffered greatly and died an awful, horrible, painful death.”

Just imagining the situations gave Silvertongue an ounce of pain. She ran her thumb along the band of the ring and took in a large breath to halt the falling of more tears. Silvertongue Crow didn’t want her legacy to be another body under a witch’s belt, no, she wanted to be more than that. She wanted to be a figure loved and adored by the masses; one people wanted to be or be with. Caterina wouldn’t let her be this. Edith would.

“How do we kill her?”

* * *

“Gideon!”

As he closed the door and entered the house, Serephina bolted from her seat, slammed herself into him, and brought him into a tight embrace. She’d always been a good amount taller than Gideon, so his head was now in the nook between her neck and shoulder. “Where were you, my darling Gideon? I missed you.”

He let out a small grunt. “Just doing the king’s business. I saw Amber Lynn on my way home, too.”

She pulled him away and behind his glasses his blue eyes met her Petrov green ones. “You saw Amber Lynn?”

He hadn’t even given the encounter a second thought before he’d briefly mentioned it. “Mhmm.”

“You didn’t… do anything with her, did you?”

He laughed her question off. “No, Sere.”

She pulled him back in and whispered into his ear, “I don’t want you being around her, she’s not good for you.”

Another breathy laugh came out of him. “She’s fine Sere, she’s not hurting me, she just needs a little guidance sometimes.”

“I just don’t like you hanging around her.”

“I’ll cut it down for you- my time with her.”

“Thank you, Gideon.”

She kissed his dark brown hair and began to walk back to their room. Her long black hair swooshed behind her as she walked. “Wait, Sere!”

Her head whipped around to look at him over her shoulder. “Yes, my love?”

“Could you get me the files on your dad and March Ranez?”

“Why?”

“Uh- Sorry- I need it for the competition.”

“Alright.” She paused. “I love you, Gideon.”

“I love you, too, Sere.”

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“We can’t kill her right now, Silvertongue. We have to wait until you’re married and our throne is secure.”

Silvertongue scowled at Edith’s remark, as true as it was. She was sick of her feelings for the witch flooding her mind. She wanted to rid the world of her and hopefully the way she made the Crow feel. “I just-.”

“Shh.” Edith hushed. “Trust me, dear. I know best, so listen to me. We must be patient, we must wait. If we rush into things- gods know what would happen.”

The lady pulled her companion into another embrace. Her fingers ran through her raven black hair then yanked it back until her ear was at the same level as her mouth. “Our prey is not at its most vulnerable moment,” Edith whispered. “We have to wait until it is.”

Chapter 27

Gideon had told Thomas it’d be a few days before he could get the files, but even though he said that a few days ago, Thomas still didn’t have his hands on them. Hopefully Caterina would understand, although he did have some files to give her.

He knocked on the door to the cabin, but received no reply. “Caterina?” he asked, knocking a second time. “Caterina?”

The door opened, not with Caterina on the other side, but instead Jackie. “Yes?”

She leaned against the doorframe, a sharp glare on her face. Her short, choppy, black hair was a mess, almost as if she was doing chores before he came. “I brought some files for Caterina.”

Her glare grew into a smirk at Thomas’s reply. “Perfect timing,” she said, her voice full of sarcasm.

“Jackie!” another voice shouted at her from inside the cabin.

“What, Blackwing? I just find it amusing that out of all the weeks in the month, he came on this one.”

“Stop yelling!” The magic user’s voice suddenly came into the picture. “You’re giving me a fucking headache!”

Concern and confusion boiled up in Thomas. “Is she okay?”

Jackie pointed into the cabin, her other hand on her hip. She leaned in closer to the captain before whispering, “It’s that time of the month… if you know what I mean.”

“Oh.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Is that Dubroin?!” Caterina cut back in from the other room.

“Is that Thomas at the door?” Blackwing repeated in a much calmer manner than the elemental.

“Yes it is.”

“It’s him, Caterina.”

“Everyone get the fuck out of here so I can talk to Dubroin!”

“Caterina!” the brown eyed Crow disciplined. “Be kinder, gentler.”

“Ugh. Would you all be so generous as to get the fuck out of the cabin so Thomas and I can speak in private. Please. It would be greatly appreciated.”

A sigh escaped from Blackwing. “I must give you credit where credit is due. At least you tried.”

Jackie grabbed her satchel off the floor, pushed Thomas out of the way, and walked out into the abyss of woods. Her sister picked up her pace and skipped along behind her. Once they faded into the horizon, he walked into the cabin.

He turned to go into Caterina’s room, but she now stood in the middle of the hall, clutching her stomach. “Woah, are you okay?” he asked, running to comfort her.

“I’m fine!” she exclaimed, pushing him away.

Her free hand curled up into a fist, causing the candles scattered around the room to flicker. Thomas stepped away, not wanting her to lose control of her magic because of her emotions. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

All he received was a mumble from the magic user.

“Huh?”

“Can you carry me to my room?”

“Wait wait wait.” The words that had come out of her mouth had surprised him. “So you came out of your room to come and ask me to carry you to your room?”

Caterina gave him an obscene gesture which made Thomas laugh before he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. To an unknowing onlooker it might seem like Thomas was carrying a dead body because of how limp she went in his arms. “Did you just have to stick my face in your fucking ass?” she groaned.

“Well, are you enjoying the view while you’re there?”

“Fuck. You.”

“I’m just carrying you like you asked.”

He threw her down onto the bed and now got a look at the scowl on her face. “What?”

Caterina took the blankets on her bed and fluffed them to cover her body. “If you ever start bleeding out of your dick don’t come crawling to me, looking for a shoulder to cry on because all you’ll get from me are sassy remarks.”

Apparently he didn’t need to be bleeding to get sassy remarks. He grabbed a chair from her desk and sat down next to her in the bed. His bag was now on his lap and he spread out the files next to Caterina. She ran her fingers along each of them, silently counting how many there were. “There are some missing.”

“Oh yeah, I have someone getting those for me.”

Worry flooded her eyes when he said that. “You didn’t tell them about me, did you?”

“No. They didn’t really ask me why I wanted them actually.”

“Who was it?”

“Gideon Warren.”

“Samantha Delikov’s boy?”

“Yeah. How’d you know that?”

“Samantha’s Victor’s sister. I heard about his nephew a lot.”

Time passed as Caterina skimmed through each individual file. He could tell she was jotting down notes mentally. “What did you find?”

“None of your business, at the moment.”

“Wow, I’m sorry, Scilia.”

“As you should be. Now, what files is Warren getting?”

“March Ranez and Shaw Petrov.”

“Petrov? Like the high family?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Nothing, it's just that the Petrov and the Scilia families were rivals. I mean, a witch hunting family and the highest ranking magic using family, you think they’re going to be all buddy buddy?”

“Probably not.”

“My point exactly. Now, when can I expect those files?”

“A few days, maybe a week.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Thomas rose out of his chair and dug into his pocket for something. He threw whatever it was onto the sheets that covered Caterina. “What’s this?” she asked, picking up the small bars.

“Chocolate.”

She opened the wrapper and sniffed the candy before shoving it into her mouth. Joy flooded her body when it hit her tongue. She wasn’t as graceful when she ripped open the second one. “I haven’t had chocolate since Victor was alive,” she said with her face still full.

The true happiness on her face made him chuckle. “You want me to bring you more?”

She nodded vigorously to answer him. It made him smile when he thought about how the happiest he’d seen the magic user was when she was eating sweets. She looked innocent, like the world hadn’t burdened her with trauma and loss. The world was a brighter place when Caterina Scilia was happy.

#romanowritesless #in coming years #icy web series

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