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[drabbles-mc]

Get Some Rest

Marcus Alvarez x F!Reader

For Day 2 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: stress/insomnia/"get some rest"

Warnings: 18+, language, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of scars

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I personally think it's a crime and a travesty that there aren't more Marcus Alvarez fics out there. So I'm creating the content I want to see.

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You weren’t quite sure what it was that pulled you from your sleep. Opening your eyes, you were met with a room that was almost completely pitch black. The faintest hint of light was bleeding in through the curtains that covered the bedroom window. The streetlamp outside didn’t throw much light to begin with, so there was barely a shadow of a difference.

All you were able to see were the outlines of things, different shades of black. Even so, you could still feel that something was off. You couldn’t see his face to be sure, but you had the feeling that Marcus was awake in the bed beside you. His breathing was even, and he was lying perfectly still, but you could feel a certain type of energy radiating off of him. You never really saw him sleeping these days. You were always falling asleep before him, and he was always waking up before you. In that moment, though, you were wondering if he ever actually fell asleep at all.

“Marcus?” your voice was so quiet it almost didn’t even qualify as a whisper.

The swiftness of his response reinforced your concern that he had yet to fall asleep. “Mhm?” he mumbled softly.

You rolled onto your side so that you were facing him. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t make out the details of his face, or him yours. You still looked at him and even though you wouldn’t quite prove it, you knew that he was looking at you too.

“It’s late,” you said gently, reaching forward and resting one hand on his chest. “You should get some sleep.”

“I will,” he reassured you, and you could hear the faint rustling of his pillowcase that let you know he was nodding his head to reinforce his point.

You traced your thumb along the skin just below his collarbone, the space left exposed by the tank top that he’d worn to bed. “You should get some sleep tonight,” you emphasized your point.

It got a tired chuckle out of him as he brought his hand up and interlocked his fingers with yours. “I will,” he repeated, “I promise.”

Part of you wanted to turn the light on so that you could see his face, try to gauge what he was thinking. It was so hard to read him when you couldn’t really look into his eyes. “Have you been sleeping at all lately?” you asked, your voice still soft with worry.

He knew that you were going to worry about him no matter what, but he didn’t want to make it worse if he could help it. He sighed as he traced his thumb along the ring that was wrapped around your finger. “Here and there.”

“Marcus…” your voice trailed off.

“I know, I know.” He closed the distance between you and gently kissed your forehead, his lips lingering there for a few extra moments as he said, “It’s gonna get better soon.”

You let out a quiet sigh and leaned into him a little more, causing his lips to press against your forehead again. “For your sake, baby, I hope you’re right.”

He let out something akin to a hum as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body up against his. “We both know it’s gonna take more than a couple of late nights to put me out, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. “Don’t think you need to be pushing your luck, though.”

His hand slowly traced up and down your back. “What would I do if I wasn’t doing that?”

“Getting a full night’s rest, for starters,” you quipped back with no hesitation.

Your quick reply got a small chuckle out of him. He shook his head but neither of you said anything else for a few minutes. You focused on the slow, methodical way his hand roamed up and down your back. Meanwhile, Marcus couldn’t help but notice the way that your fingertips seemed to be seeking out all of his scars. Sometimes he wondered if you even knew that you were doing it, or if it was just that second-nature to you now. He knew that getting rest wasn’t the only thing on your mind when you thought about what his life, what your life together, would look like when things calmed down.

It was a matter of when, even though some days it felt more like if. He tried to keep reminding you of that, tried to keep reminding himself, too.

Another minute went by and then you felt him pulling away from you. You reached out to stop him, but then you realized that he was reaching for the lamp on his side of the bed. The distinct sound of the chain for the light filled the room, and then his side of the bed was covered in a soft, warm light.

With the light behind him, part of Marcus’s face was still cast in shadow. But you could still see the exhaustion in his face, the stress in his brows.

You were going to ask him what was wrong, but he beat you to the punch. “Talk to me.”

You exhaled through your nose, a short, crude version of a laugh—it was all your body could muster given the circumstances. Shaking your head, you said, “I worry about you.”

He nodded as he got himself into a more upright position. He moved so that his back was against the headboard, blanket still draped over his lap. Holding out one arm, he wordlessly asked you to come lay against him. So you did, situating yourself so that you were laying with your head against him, your arm draped over his middle.

He watched as you settled and got comfortable. “You always worry.”

You hummed in agreement, your eyes focused on your hand that was entwined with his. “You always give me reasons to.”

He chuckled quietly. Your tone wasn’t accusatory—it hardly ever was. It was half the reason the two of you could talk like this.

“What’s different this time, hm?” he asked.

You shrugged against him as you toyed with his wedding band. “I don’t know. Nothing, really.” You paused and looked up at him. “Is something different?”

He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “It’s always the same shit.”

That got a more honest laugh out of you because you knew he was right. It was quiet between you again for a moment before you asked, “You ever think, sometimes, that we’re getting too old for the same shit?”

Much to your surprise, there was no hesitation in his response as he nodded. “Sometimes.” He moved his hand so that it was going up and down your back again. “But I’ve been thinking that for—”

“A long fuckin’ time,” you both said simultaneously. Both of you chuckled after the fact, too.

“That’s true,” you conceded.

He could hear the slight shift in your voice. “What are you thinking, huh?”

You pulled yourself a little tighter to him. “I’m thinking I’m going to start putting melatonin in your drink at dinner if you don’t start getting some sleep.”

He chuckled, leaning and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s gonna get better. Always does.”

You bit back a yawn. “I know. But it’s my job to worry anyway.”

He could feel the way you were starting to melt against him, sleep coming easy for you in a way it never had for him. “I know.”

“I love you,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt.

His hand stopped moving as he said, “I love you too.”

Seemingly unperturbed by the warm light coming from the lamp, it wasn’t long until you had fallen back to sleep. Your arm was still slung across Marcus’s stomach, his still wrapped around you. He was no closer to falling asleep than he had been before, but at least now he had you to look at.

[broiderie]

Meet the Reaper 25

Alrighty. Here's the next bit. Another bit of filler, but it also gives a little more information on how the club has planned to take care of Megan in everything they can.

Do not copy or steal my work. This is the only place it's posted. Do not translate my work. Please DO reblog it. Our fandom is still active, but we're quiet. Let's make them a little less so.

Warnings: slight suggestive material. I don't remember cursing in here but I probably did. More foreshadowing, but it's my favorite literary device so you might as well get used to it.

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Back at the clubhouse, Megan grinned as she saw Tía Diana and Tessa waiting on the porch. Marcus laughed as he dismounted his bike, only to discover Tessa was headed for the Mustang to meet her prima. Taza grinned too. “We’re chopped liver as long as the princessas are together, Padrino.”

He smiled as Diana came to greet him with a kiss. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way, Brother.”

They spent a low key night in the clubhouse watching -mostly- kid safe movies. Megan and Tessa curled together on a couch with snacks as the men unwound by playing pool or just hanging out. By the time Diana and Marcus were ready to head back to Bishop’s for the night, the girls were fast asleep, curled together like puppies with Rex.

Hank chuckled and pulled out his phone to snap a picture. “That’s another one for her wall…”

Taza grinned. “I agree, ‘mano.” He looked to Marcus. “You sure you want to wake her? She could stay at the ranch for the night and give you two a night to yourself.”

Diana smiled. “Sorry, Taza. We’re going to head out early. Tessa has missed enough school already.”

He shrugged and grinned. “Well - I tried.”

Marcus chuckled a bit. “And we appreciate the thought,” he said before moving to gently wake Tessa.

As soon as Tessa moved when Marcus shook her gently, Megan’s eyes popped open and she was reaching for her holster. 

“Easy, Poquito. Just me,” he soothed. “Time for Tessa and Diana to head out.”

Megan blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes and then relaxed. “Sorry Tío. Habit.”

He smiled and smoothed a hand over her hair. “You’re okay Bebita.” He tried again to wake Tessa only to be greeted by a whine as she buried her face in Megan’s hoody on her good side more.

Bishop laughed around the cigar he was smoking. “Looks like she’s officially out for the count, Primo.”

Megan smiled ruefully and squeezed her cousin a little tighter for a moment. “Are you guys leaving in the morning, Tía?” she asked without looking up.

“Sí. Time for the tiny princessa to go back to school.” Diana leaned over the back of the couch to press a kiss to the back of Megan’s head. “We’ll call from the road so that you two can make plans, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled sleepily up at her aunt. “Be safe.”

Marcus scooped Tessa up and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Poquito,” he promised as they headed out the door.

Chibs smiled at Megan from his barstool. “I do believe tha’s my que too, Princess. We’ll head back tomorrow too - but not early.” Tig and Venus had already slipped out earlier in the night. He stood and came to offer Megan a smile. “See ya tomorrow, Lass.”

“Night. Ride safe, Chibs.”

Back at the ranch after showers all around, they gathered in the living room to decompress a bit more. Hank had Megan sitting between his knees so that he could brush her hair out for her before bed while Taza relaxed in the recliner. 

“That was a good catch today, Chica. What gave them away?” Taza asked.

Megan shrugged as well as she could. “They were just too interested in us to be bystanders. We always draw attention, but not like that. And then the lady showed up on that balcony and it didn’t feel right. I figured being the bubbly tourist was the safest bet. Worst case - they were L.O. and Adelita would laugh at me.”

Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Either way, it was brilliant. Now - we just need to figure out who they actually were.”

Taza sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “Most likely they were either feds or they belong to Galindo. Either one would have reason to have us followed.”

“If they were Galindo’s, they weren’t any that Luisa recognized,” Megan supplied. “She didn’t know their faces.”

“Most likely feds then. We’ll have to be extra careful about tails while Galindo is tied to them,” Hank mused as he continued to run the brush through Megan’s dark hair. “And you -” he tugged he head back to look at him. “You never carry contraband. Never. Don’t even touch it.” He kissed her forehead. “The rest of us can handle it.”

Taza nodded in agreement. “And if we’re ever caught - you know nothing about what we do. You play dumb. We’re just a M.C. Women in our world are never given details so they likely won’t think you have any. As far as the feds are concerned - you’re a cute mascot.”

Megan grimaced, but nodded. “I understand, Papa.”

“Good.” Hank looked at Taza. “And if we are caught and she’s with us - the lawyers go to Megan first. I don’t care how many of us are caught. We would have each other’s backs inside. She’d be alone.”

Taza nodded again. “That instruction has already been given, brother. Bishop and I handled it with the lawyers the other day.”

“And on that cheerful note - Bedtime,” Hank joked. “C’mon mi princessa. You’ve had a long day. Let’s go to bed. 

Megan smiled and stood to go claim a cuddle from Taza. “Night Papa.”

“Sweet dreams, Sweet Chica. Maybe in the morning we can make sure your saddle fits like it should. You can’t ride, but we can fit it at least.” He kissed her forehead softly and smiled at the excited little noise that Megan gave. 

Once in the bedroom with Rex in his dog bed, Hank watched Megan carefully for signs of pain. “How was it today, mi reina? I’m sorry I didn’t think to send your meds with Taza.”

Megan put her hair brush down on her dressing table and smiled at him in the mirror. “I was okay. The pain wasn’t anything like before when I wasn’t taking the pain relief.” She turned and moved to stand between his knees where he was perched on his footlocker at the end of the bed. 

His hands automatically went to her waist where he could slip his thumbs under her sleep shirt to stroke her skin. “I’m glad. I worried all day, but Bishop said Taza would call if you needed them. We didn’t want to interrupt your fun if you really were alright.” He smiled. “Did you enjoy the fair?”

“We had lots of fun with the games. Papa won me a duckie. He’s in the car.”

Hank laughed. “He said you kicked ass at the shooting games though.”

Megan grinned at him and bit her bottom lip. “Maybe a little. There are more prizes with the duck in the trunk.”

He kissed her softly. “That’s mi reina.” He moved her back gently so that he could pull off his shirt and crawl into bed so that she could snuggle back against his chest the way she liked. Once they were settled he frowned a little. “I wish I could have gone to the rodeo with you. Taza said it was eye opening for him. I can only imagine what it would be like for me. I’ve never even been on a horse, let alone rode in anything like that.”

She looked up at him over her shoulder. “Really? Never?”

“Not in my memory. You’ll have to teach me to ride if you want me to go with you on the horses.”

She smiled a little and yawned as she snuggled closer. He draped his arm over her waist to hold her good hand and cradled her as close as he could. “I can do that. You’d do well with Trucker, I think. He’s big enough for you. And Papa says he’s steady. He didn’t even spook when he met Rex the first time. I think you’ll be okay on him.”

Hank chuckled. “Which one do you think you’ll ride most?” he asked curiously.

“Papa says Rocket. He’s the fastest. Sugar is sweet, but she’s slow and a little lazy. And Trucker and I would be okay, but with his size I’d look like an ant riding an elephant. He’s too wide for me to ride for any real length of time properly.” She closed her eyes and Hank moved to turn off the lamp that was their only light before settling back in to hold her. Megan yawned again. “Papa also said something about buying me a cutting horse to compete again. It might be fun to finally have my very own horse… To know that it was mine…”

Hank smiled as he listened to her drift off before he closed his eyes to join her.

The next morning, Hank woke up as Megan tried to sneak out of bed. Just before she got to the edge of the bed, he grabbed her gently and pulled her back in close. “Morning, Princessa. Where you going?” he asked with a rumble.

Megan jumped a little and giggled as she realized what was happening. She relaxed back into his bare chest easily. “Morning, Baby. I was going to TRY to get breakfast ready before you woke up.”

He smiled and nuzzled her neck, placing kisses on her skin. “Mmm but I like making breakfast with you.” His hands wandered a little, stroking the skin of her abdomen and hips. 

“Mm. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spoil you once in a while.” She melted, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and calloused hands on her skin. She pressed her hips back against his with a tiny whine. 

He grinned and nibbled gently at the hinge of her jaw. “This is spoiling me, mi reina. How’s your pain level this morning?”

She shivered pleasantly and pressed entirely against him, feeling him hardening the more she wriggled. “A little achy, but not bad. I really think I could drop the sling…”

He pressed his whole hand below her navel with a chuckle. “Easy, Princessa. Don’t start that unless you want teased back.” He laughed again at the whine she let out. “Let me see if we can get you in to the doctor in Santa Madre today. You may be right about the sling.”

They both looked up as Taza knocked on the door frame of the cracked open door. “What might she be right about?”

“Good morning, Papa,” Megan said with a smile. “I was telling Hank that I think I’d be okay without the sling.”

Taza stepped inside and frowned. “You shouldn’t push yourself, Chica…”

“I know, Papa, but the pain is so much better without the cast. I went all day without pain relief yesterday and I’m not really hurting this morning either.” She smiled and wiggled until Hank released her so that she could sit up.

Hank pushed himself up to sit against the headboard and hastily arranged the blankets before he smiled. “I told her that we’d get the doc’s opinion in Santa Madre with an x-ray.”

“They said three weeks at the hospital and the Rez doctor said you weren’t healed enough to be without the sling yet…” Taza fretted.

“That was with the plaster cast, though. The soft cast is so much lighter and without my muscles spasming like they were I’ve felt so much better…”

Hank smiled as he watched Megan weedle her father. “An x-ray with the doc won’t do any harm, Taz. If she needs to stay in the sling, then she stays in the sling. But you know it’s driving her batshit.”

Taza winced. “Fine. Make the call.” He moved to sit in Megan’s reading chair. “You call. I’ll help Megan if she needs it.”

Hank smiled and nodded before pressing a kiss to the back of Megan’s head and going to the living room for his burner phone.

Megan smiled. “Can you braid my hair for me, Papa? I can get dressed after.”

“Of course, Chica. What are we doing today?”

A short while later, Taza and Megan exited the bedroom to find Hank sitting at the table on the phone. He was speaking Spanish as he absently rubbed Rex’s ears. 

Without pausing, Megan pressed a kiss to his still sleep ruffled hair and went to the stove to start the coffee. Taza leaned in the doorway and watched as he held in a chuckle. Megan’s back was to Hank so she didn’t catch the double take he gave or notice him lose track of the conversation since it was in Spanish. 

Taza had braided Megan’s hair into her tight warrior braids and then sat back as she fussed a bit over what to wear. Eventually, she’d settled on a white racerback tank top and her light washed skinny jeans that looked like the distressing machine had gone completely apeshit on them. She was completely covered, but it was also tighter than she normally wore. She had all plans of putting her leather jacket under her kutte the way Chibs did before they left the house. 

Taza gave Hank a moment to allow his brain to reboot before he joined him at the table and jokingly threw a napkin in front of his brother. Hank shot him a glare before quickly wrapping up his call. He cleared his throat a bit. “All ready, Princessa?”

Megan finished setting up the percolator and turned to smile at them. “Yeah. Were you able to get an appointment. 

The men looked at each other and chuckled. “We don’t need an appointment, Chica. We just needed to be sure the doctor would be in town. He sometimes has out of town deliveries to make,” Taza explained. 

Hank grinned. “But, yes, mi amore, I got in touch. He’s in town today and we can see him whenever.”

“Oh good. I really want my arm back.”

Taza smiled. “We know, but you still will be limited with the soft cast.”

“But without the sling I can ride with y’all again. Or even drive my car.” She grinned. “And I can go back to work at the bar.”

Hank shook his head, grinning ruefully. “True enough, mi reina.” He stood. “I’ll go get dressed.” He winked at her. “Looks like we’re going South today.”

Taza and Megan made a quick breakfast og burritos while Hank changed. By the time they were all done eating, all three of their phones went off. Megan was closest and checked hers. “Templo tonight. Angel and EZ are headed South today too, so we’ll meet for an update after that. Also - Tía Diana left a text to say that they started back before sunrise this morning.”

Taza paused from loading the dishwasher and grabbed his. “The Scot says they’re leaving in about an hour. Want to stop by the clubhouse and say goodbye, Chica?”

“Yes, please. That means Venus is leaving too,” she said with a smile. 

They gathered their gear and donned their kuttes before heading out to meet everyone at the clubhouse. 

Hank kept a close eye on Megan on the way over, to see if she was having any anxiety over so many people leaving. She seemed to be calm and collected, but he kept a hand on her knee when he wasn’t shifting gears just in case. 

Angel was the one who rolled open the gate for them to the clubhouse, but by the look of the pit - everyone was there. The Sons were standing on the porch in what looked like last discussions of plans with Bishop and Marcus. Once they got parked, Hank came around to open Megan’s door for her so that she and Rex could get out. He started towards the porch, but realized that Megan seemed to be lingering by the car as she fussed with Rex’s harness.

“All good, mi princessa?” he asked quietly. 

Megan shot him a smile. “All good. Just don’t want to interrupt business…”

Hank grinned as Taza joined them. “Mi reina - you’re an officer. No business that you don’t know about.” Taza smiled too as realization passed over Megan’s face and she looked a bit sheepish.

“Ooops. I keep forgetting,” she grinned. 

Taza laughed. “You’ll get there, Chica. C’mon. I know you want to say goodbye to Venus.”

They joined the group just as they stepped off the stairs. 

“Well, good morning to you, Little Bit. Come to see us off?” Tig asked, ginning at her as his eyes lingered a little too long on her tight jeans that were just brushing the tops of her biker boots.

Venus smacked him in the stomach with the back of her hand before turning her own attention to Megan. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Feeling alright?” she asked, stepping forward for a hug.

Megan hugged the tall woman back. “Good morning. I’m fine. Not hurting as much. We’re actually going to see a doctor today about maybe being able to drop the sling.”

“Oh good. You let me know what they say. We’ll be on the bike, but I’ll text at rest stops.” She pulled back to smile at the younger woman and straightened the girl’s necklace for her. 

“I will. I’ll miss you,” Megan said quietly. 

“Psh. I’m only a phone call away. Call me anytime and I’ll start driving, Honey.”

Megan hugged her again. “Ride safe and say hello to Happy for me.” She grinned at Tig over Venus’s shoulder. “And you need to stop being lazy in the ring. It’s just making it harder on you.”

Tig laughed. “Oh. She bites this morning. When you’re all healed up, we’ll see who’s lazy in the ring.”

Chibs stepped forward. “It’ll still be you, Tiggy,” he drawled with a wink at Megan. “This lass’ll be a proper fighter.” He offered Megan a hug which she took. “We’ll be down in style for tha’ big party soon enough. Keep ya’self safe til’ then, alrigh’?”

Megan squeezed him around the middle gently. “I’ll be alright. Ride safe, Chibs.”

“You too, Lass.” 

With a few final goodbyes, SAMCRO mouthed their bikes and headed back North. 

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Summary: moving all the way to the other side of the state of california, you wanted to start fresh. a completely new life from your old one. follow along to the many many hardships the reader (you) go through in this story!

NOTE: a lot of the parts in this story will follow events that happened in only some of the episodes of Sons! (Parts that won’t follow the timelines of the episodes won’t be stated otherwise!)

1. Part One “Introductions awaiting” (S4 E1) ->TBD

2. Part Two “Settling in” -> TBD

3. Part Three “Troubling events” (S4 E6) -> TBD

4. Part Four “Hands” (S4 E10) -> TBD

**!MORE PARTS TO COME!**

[vulgar-display-of-escapism]

HOW MANY SHOTS … Men of Mayans M.C. Edition.

Ladies, this is me traveling back in time to season 2. I refuse to acknowledge anything past the VM Mess. Also, this started as How Many Shots, but then full moon happened and wine helped. So here we are.

Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa: there was enough raspberry vodka involved to fully unleash my inner brat

Smirk King with the Biggest Flex and enough machismo to talk you into going home with him about two hours after you two met in a bar.

Swagger Personified owns a bedroom with a full-length mirror on.every.wall and the ceiling above the bed. He’s a narcissistic little shit like that, but it’s OK because you get to watch his fantastic fucking forearms as he spanks the sass out of you.

Good Dios de los Mayans, those forearms…

And all the dirty talk under the Sun

“Look in that mirror, querida, you’re such a dripping fucking mess, sprawled on a stranger’s bed with absolutely no shame. You’re in big trouble now. Nah, don’t be moaning now. I see you, see how you need my cock to get you out of this sticky situation”

Growls as he comes {OK, might also look like an unbalanced werewolf at the time, but that’s beside the point. If that’s not your kink then just close your eyes and focus on the sounds}

Che ‘Taza’ Romero: 2 glasses of rum for my stage fright

During full moon in the orchard behind Vicky’s place, in the bed of his truck while Lynyrd Skynyrd's Voodoo Lake plays softy in the background. Those are my terms.

Simultaneously the dirtiest and most sensual lay of your life

Missionary man at heart, but after the first round will just lay back and enjoy the view of your boobs bouncing as you ride him in the moonlight.

All the praises and assurances murmured against every.accessible.inch of your skin.

Loves when you grip his throat and choke him when he’s getting close. Will whimper for you to do it HARDER.

Comes with a soft gasp.

Marcus ‘Él Padrino’ Álvarez: half a bottle of wine, to conveniently forget he’s married and Izzy knows how to handle a shotgun

Probably in a out-of-the-way cabin somewhere in the woods, with a fireplace and a hot tub out back

El Rein de Foreplay, either pulls you onto his lap to watch the stars from the back porch and uses that to reduce your higher brain functions to needy, whimpering throbbing mess as he uses his hands to massage your neck and back.

Or

Insists on slow-dancing in front of the fireplace, which WILL turn into a sloppy, mutual strip-dancing session and both of you collapsing onto the couch in a fit of giggles.

Best.Tongue.Game in the Mayans Nation

He will hold your hands with nothing but reverence, gently caress your neck, as he calls you the dirtiest, filthiest, most arousing names in the book; in four languages

Possesses more than an adequate ability to hit your factory reset until you go from “Make me” to “How can I help you, sir?”

Never passes an opportunity to playfully smack your ass when you get up from the bed to make him that bloody sandwich, but hey, the man did earn it.

Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza: None. But I’ll take that triple espresso so I don’t drift off during the amazing full-body massage I’ll make him unleash on my body.

You just know he’s itching to let his inner romantic out to play, the rose petals, the candles - so just please shut up and endure. For his benefit.

The man needs all the affection and praise in the world. Even though he will deny it.

Might need to tie him up, so he’s got no choice but to just lie there and enjoy himself for once.

His stroke game is an intoxicating mix of dominance and gentleness

Not a big talker, but his moans tell you all you need to know

Ángel Reyes: A gallon of disinfectant for him *There ain’t no way I’d go spelunking in that hazmat situation

Homeboy needs a raincoat and not Galindo kind.

Seems to think Steel Panther’s ‘Party like it’s the end of the world’ is appropriate bedroom anthem

[superhoeva-archived]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: marcus and gabriella mourn together

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is pretty short and angsty, but i still hope you like it! in this bonus scene, gabriella is 7. pretty please tell me what you think! enjoy! <3 (gif credit: @pedropcl)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): angst, angst, angst

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.2k

“Padrino?”

As soon as the small voice hit his ear, Marcus’ eyes were open and looking for his goddaughter. It took him a minute to blink the sleep out of his vision, but once he did, his arms were open and waiting.

She clutched the old stuffed rabbit (that seldom left her side) with a surprisingly tight grip and her little feet pattered towards one of the only people that made her feel safe.

“What happened, mija?” Marcus questions, lifting the young girl to sit on his lap. He attempted to wipe away some of the wetness that was gathered under her eyes as she wept out a heartbreaking answer.

“I miss them,” Gabriella told him. “Especially Mama.”

Although he tried with all his might, mournful tears gathered in his eyes as he listened to the small girl cry over people they would never see again.

It had only been a few months after the incident, and it still hurt the both of them to an infinite extent.

They would never see their smiles again. They would never hear their laughs again. No more kisses… no more hugs…. only soon-to-be fading memories and a heart full of the pain of what could have been.

[voidfell]

If I had to rank my OC's from tallest to shortest I think it'd go:

Felix - Naturally Tall also an Adult

Marcus - Not naturally tall but an Adult

Hugo - Will be the Tallest OC as an adult but is in his late teens so.

Millie - Tall Girl rights

Aedan - only slightly shorter than Millie but he Slouches

Eerie - Average Height Girlie

Gal - Slightly below average girl height

Evelyn - Matchies with Gal cause Clone

Liz - Feral Kretcher, Tiny Gremlin.

[burningtacozombie]

This episode was a lot! 😭 😭

spoilers:

Poor Hope, she and letty should I’ve gotten their happy ending! IT DIDNT NEED TO HAPPEN THAT WAY! IDC!

Galindo And Felipe scene was tough and sad.

EZ snake ass is not seeing heaven for what he did to Creeper and putting on a act on that funeral.

Why does it feel like Kody wants EZ smoked by her own hands

Downer and Guero’s cold opening was hilarious. Rock, paper, scissors, FCK YOU!

Also I feel for Guero and understand what he did, I JUST HOPE IT DOESNT COME BACK TO BITE HIM. 🙏

That n@azi Issac needs to d!e! Quickly and I hope Letty be the one to do it

Bottles getting spicy with Guero felt so uncharacteristic but funny at the same time, that’s right baby boy 🤓 you go get your lick back!

And Guero beating the shit out of him 😭 DONT BRING MOMMAS INTO THIS

once again put Andrew Jacobs and Alex Barone in a show together!! (✨ I’m manifesting it ✨)

WHERE THE FUCK IS EMILIO AT?

Poor Angel and Maverick. I need them safe by the finale.

and then the fire nation attacked (Sons burning down Broken Saints chemical lab)

Sighs.

RIP creeper

I'm still fucked up about what happened to Hope, that girl deserved so much better. and Letty is all alone now, she can't go back to the Broken Saints OR the Mayans, she fucked them both over. I hope she's the one who kills Isaac and then moves to Ohio after all. Chucky loved Coco, he would take her in for sure.

Miguel's story makes me sad too, mostly because everything that's between him and Felipe this season is a mess since they retconned his life. I'm still stuck in the storyline where Felipe only found out about Miguel being his son in season 2 on that roof, so what they are doing now is... idk... seems like an alternative timeline or something. I'm struggling with it to be honest, and I'm trying to imagine how Miguel would react and treat Felipe if they'd stayed in the same boat of not knowing, instead of making Felipe know all this time.

Guero and Downer have been my source of laughs since day 1, and it hasn't changed. I'm keeping the Rock, Paper, Scissors, Fuck You for future usage. Bottles running his mouth like that was unexpected but also hilarious. jokes are fine, just don't drag any mamas into it. he kind of did ask to have his face rearranged, lmao. Andrew and Alex absolutely need to be in another show together again!

Alvarez cut off all his patches from his kutte and burned them so instead of looking further into Diaz' murder, I hope he's too tired of all that club life shit and lets it go. stay home with the family, Marcus.

I'm convinced at this point, Angel and Mav will be coming out of this alive, maybe they'll spread Luisa's ashes at the beach at the end, and if I'm wrong I'm gonna be crushed.

the Broken Saints compound going up in flames like that, yeah that is not good for anyone. had Bottles known the text message was a real emergency he would've brought more backup. hopefully Amigo Elio made it out...

[bumblesimagines]

Mayans MC

The club + others

Coming soon

Ezekiel 'Ez' Reyes

Imagine: Finding out Ez is seeing someone

Imagine: Patching Ez up after a fight

Imagine: Seeing your ex again

Imagine: Getting help from Ez and Felipe

Imagine: Ez helping you out

Headcanon: Ez when his partner is expecting

Headcanon: Ez when his partner is on their period

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Angel Reyes

Coming soon

Obispo 'Bishop' Losa

Coming soon

Marcus 'El Padrino' Alvarez

Coming soon

Che 'Taza' Romero

Coming soon

Neron 'Creeper' Vargas

Coming soon

Hank 'Tranq' Loza

Coming soon

Johnny 'Coco' Cruz

Coming soon

Leticia "Letty" Cruz

Coming soon

Gilberto 'Gilly' Lopez

Coming soon

Miguel Galindo

Coming soon

Emily Galindo

Coming soon don't expect much lmao

Stephanie 'Nails'

Coming soon

Luisa 'Adelita' Espina

Coming soon

Gabriela 'Gaby' Castillo

Coming soon

[drabbles-mc]

Again and Again (Part 3)

Mayans!Juice AU

Day 15 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: isolation / flinching / "Do you trust me?"

Part 1 / Part 2

Warnings: 18+, angst

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I started this series back during Whumptober, so it felt fitting to post another installment of it for Whumpril! Hope you enjoy!

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Despite the days that had gone by, and the fact that the worst of the physical pain was over, Juice had barely set foot outside his house. The few times he had, it was to go and get things that he needed—groceries, alcohol, cigarettes, weed. He had yet to set foot back at the clubhouse again. The mere thought of it made him shake, so he couldn’t imagine what his brain and body would put him through if he actually went and showed up.

He was lying on his back on his couch in the living room, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was wandering and taking him nowhere good as it went. The lights were off, but there was enough sunlight coming through the windows to keep the room from being too dark. This was where he had spent most of the last couple of weeks. Even when it was time for him to try and sleep, he hardly ever went and laid in his bed. That was one thing he wouldn’t have been able to explain even if he tried.

The sound of someone knocking at his front door caused him to snap his head immediately in that direction. His heart began thudding quickly in his chest as he stared at the door, with all of its locks firmly secure because he’d checked them each three times. He laid still, partially waiting but also partially unable to try and make himself move. Logically he knew it was most likely someone from the club, or maybe even the nurse that they’d sent over to check on him.

After the first couple of days, when they were all reassured enough that he wasn’t going to eat his gun, they didn’t have club members camped out at his place around the clock anymore. Someone always checked in once a day, usually Marcus, either with a phone call or an in-person visit. Juice still hadn’t figured out if the club had been asking Daniela to keep coming and checking on his injuries and his overall state, or if she was just the type of person who cared that much. She had brothers in the club, after all, so maybe it was just a sense of duty.

He must’ve been replaying the days in his head for longer than he thought, because there was another set of knocks. Juice was trying to will his body to move, but it was slow-going. His feet had hardly hit the floor when he heard Marcus’s voice from the other side of the door.

“It’s me.”

Juice forced himself to pry the words from the back of his throat, a herculean effort when it shouldn’t have been one. “Coming.”

One slow step in front of the other, he made his way over to the door. Even though he knew it was Marcus, and even though he knew that if something was wrong Marcus would’ve warned him somehow, Juice still had his gun clutched tightly in one hand as he reached to start undoing the locks with the other.

When he finally pulled the door open, Marcus was standing patiently on the other side, his facial expression not giving away any particular emotion. That was something Juice had noticed he was good at—keeping things close to the vest. Marcus, to the extent of Juice’s knowledge at least, had never lied to him. He was always honest. But when it came to what he was feeling about something at any given moment, it was rare that Marcus wore his opinion on his face. Juice was trying to figure out if he found that to be a comforting thing or not.

Stepping to the side so that Marcus could walk through, Juice nervously drummed his fingers on his side of the door. Pushing it shut, he immediately set about redoing all of his locks. He tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible as he spoke to Marcus, even though the frantic movements of his fingers instantly negated his efforts. “All good?”

Marcus watched him, his expression still not giving anything away. He waited for Juice to turn and look at him before he finally nodded. “All good.”

“What’s, uh,” he tucked his gun into the back of his waistband, like that would somehow make it seem more casual, “what’s going on?”

“Just came to update you.”

Juice’s eyes widened. “Update me? About…about what?”

Marcus could hear the panic edging its way into Juice’s voice, and he kept his as steady and as neutral as possible. “Templo tomorrow.” He paused, seeing how Juice’s expression didn’t relax any. “We need you there.”

That wasn’t the answer Juice had been expecting. He’d spent day after day pacing around his house waiting for the worst. Truth be told, he was half expecting one of the guys, or Marcus, to stop by and ask for his kutte. It felt like all the trouble Juice had been drowning in when he was in Charming, just took on a new form and followed him right to Santo Padre. He was wondering when the Mayans would get sick of the constant clean-up like the Sons did.

“Why,” he sniffled and shrugged as he crossed his arms over his chest, “why do you need me there?”

Marcus’s brows came together for a brief moment before he recovered and answered, “Because you’re part of the fuckin’ club.”

From almost anyone else, that response would’ve sounded annoyed, or even angry. But not from Marcus. The way he said it was so matter-of-fact. A large part of that was because he wasn’t annoyed or angry with Juice. He wondered when that fact was finally going to sink in with the young man that was standing in front of him.

It wasn’t that Juice didn’t want to be at Templo, or that he didn’t want to be part of the club. He did. He wanted all of that more than almost anything. But after all that had happened, the thought of just going about his life like it was business as usual was impossible to wrap his head around. For years he had just gone from one mishap to the next, and they seemed to keep getting worse as the years went along. He’d always been able to rally, though, always been able to move onto the next thing.

Now, standing in front of Marcus with trembling hands and flashbacks that made beads of sweat gather along the edge of his forehead, it was all finally starting to catch up to him at once.

Taking a breath, Marcus asked, “What is it?”

Juice’s eyes that had previously been glued to the floor snapped up so that he was looking at Marcus. “What is what?”

“What’s keeping you in here?” He made a small gesture to the house.

Juice shook his head, eyes dropping back to the floorboards beneath his feet as he tried to string together an answer. He didn’t even know where to begin. It felt so obvious and yet so complicated all at once. Because, yes, danger was a part of what they did. There was no way to be an outlaw and do it safely. However, it wasn’t just the feeling of danger. It was something deeper than that, something internal and far less tangible than the threats lurking outside his door.

He still didn’t look up as he started to speak. “Everywhere I go…bad things happen. To, to me. To the people around me. No matter what. Queens…Charming…” he hesitated like he didn’t want to spit the words out, “Santo Padre. Bad shit. Every, every fucking time.”

“And it was all on you, huh? Every time?”

Juice knew what Marcus was doing. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had a conversation like this. And he knew that in a way, Marcus was right. It wasn’t very often that the man was wrong about much anyway. This, however, this Juice knew that if one of them was approaching the situation rationally, it was Marcus. All of that and he still found it so hard to believe him.

“I know,” Juice finally said. “I know there’s more to it but I just,” he ran his hands back over his head, hating that he could feel tears stinging at the edges of his eyes, “I can’t shake the feeling. Bad luck has followed me across the country and down the border. How long was I here before…?” his voice trailed off.

“I told you,” Marcus said firmly, “what they did was about the club—it wasn’t about you.”

“But it happened to me!” Juice finally broke, emotion cracking his voice. He pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes for a moment as he tried to get the shake in his voice under control and failed. “Because it always happens to me.”

Marcus didn’t say anything for a moment. Side-stepping Juice, he made his way deeper into the living room and took a seat on the couch that Juice had been all but glued to for the last few weeks. Leaning forward, Marcus braced his forearms against the tops of his thighs. He finally looked over at Juice and waited for him to come and sit.

It took a few moments, but Juice finally picked up on the cue. Walking over, he put his gun back on the table before sitting down next to Marcus. He could feel Marcus staring at him but he didn’t look over at him. He knew that wherever this conversation was going, he wasn’t going to be able to hide from it. He’d hidden from a lot, locked up in his house the way he had been, but now Marcus was here and it didn’t seem like he was going to leave until he got whatever answers he was looking for.

Juice gnawed at the inside of his bottom lip before saying, “I don’t know if I’m worth the trouble that follows me.”

Marcus nodded, not in agreement, but in thought. He looked down at his interlocked hands for a moment, at the Mayan ring that rested on his finger. He felt the weight of the kutte that hung on his shoulders.

“Are you going to turn in your kutte, then?” Marcus finally asked after a bout of silence.

The knot in Juice’s stomach tightened, his eyes widening as he looked over at Marcus. The lack of emotion on the man’s face left Juice wondering if it was a question or a request. “N—I…I don’t…do you…do you want me to?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yea, but—”

“If I didn’t want you in my club, you wouldn’t be.” He paused, twisting the ring on his finger. “This isn’t about that. This is about whether or not you still want this. If you can still do this.”

It had been a long time since decisions with this much gravity really felt like they were Juice’s to make. He’s been a “Yes Man” for a long time, and he was pretty good at that. For years he’d listened to the decisions being made and contented himself just following the directions that he’d been given. But now he was the one who had to make the choice, and it was one that was going to decide whether taking off to Santo Padre was worth any of the stress it had caused.

Juice knew that he still wanted this. For all of the pain and the mess that it had caused, he still wanted it. For years now it had been all he ever wanted. Belonging somewhere had been the only thing he wanted for as long as he could remember. For the first time in a long time it felt like an attainable goal—he just had to get out of his own fucking way.

“I, uh,” he sniffled, trying to force his bubbling emotions down, “I don’t know if I can, Marcus.” The pause that ensued felt a few seconds too long. “I want to, but I don’t know…”

“If you want to do this, you gotta show up.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but it didn’t leave much room for argument either. It was the plain reality of it all.

And Juice knew that he was right. Marcus was understanding, he was fair in a way the men he’d worked with in the past never had the capacity to be. But he still had a club to run. He still had messes to clean up. The question now was whether or not Juice was going to be one of those.

Juice shook his head slightly, fear once again rearing its ugly head as he thought about all of the worst-case scenarios. “Why…why do you even care so much? Why are you doing all of this? It’s not,” he shook his head, “it’s not like you owe me anything. All I’ve fucking done is—”

He was cut off by the feeling of Marcus’s hand landing on his shoulder. Juice flinched at the contact, instinctively going to pull away before he realized what was happening, that he was safe, that the gesture was one of comfort and not aggression.

Juice got his tone back under control taking a staggered breath as he repeated his question, “Why are you doing this?” The familiar sting of tears in his eyes came back as he asked, “Do you even trust me? Can…can you even trust me?”

There was a pause, but it wasn’t hesitation. There was no trace of guesswork on Marcus’s face as he sat there looking at Juice. The silence was more to make Juice sit with his own line of questioning than anything else.

Marcus took a deep breath. “Trust is all we’ve got.”

The statement hung alone in the air. After a few seconds, Marcus removed his hand from Juice’s shoulder.  Juice thought that his body would relax at that, but none of the tension dissolved out of him. His leg began to bounce as the two of them sat there. He knew that it was his turn to say something, that Marcus would be more than content to sit there and wait until Juice finally forced himself to give some kind of answer to the original question that spurred this conversation in the first place.

Even though Juice cleared his throat, his voice still came out as a whisper, like he was on the brink of losing his voice. “I’ll be there.”

Marcus’s expression didn’t shift at all as he nodded. “Good.” He paused, giving Juice the opportunity to say anything else that he needed to get off his chest. When silence ensued, he asked, “Nothing else?”

Juice gave a small shake of his head, still not looking directly at Marcus. “No.”

Standing up, Marcus brushed his hands on his jeans before starting to head back towards the door again. “Tomorrow, then.”

Juice nodded, forcing himself up off the couch so that he could follow Marcus and lock the door behind him once he’d left. “Tomorrow.”

When Marcus pulled the front door open, he immediately came face-to-face with Daniela, who was still in her scrubs from work. She took a small step back, a surprised laugh slipping out of her as she looked back and forth between Marcus and Juice.

“Hi, sorry.” She adjusted the small medical bag that was slung over her shoulder. “I was just, you know, um,” she patted her bag, “checking in.”

Marcus nodded in approval. “Thank you.”

She gave a warm smile. “It’s not a problem,” her eyes drifted over to Juice, her expression softening a little, “really.”

Marcus gently rested his hand on the outside of her arm as she slipped past him, allowing them to swap places so she was inside the house and he was out on the front step. He and Juice exchanged one more brief look, each trying to figure each other out just a little bit more, before saying one more quick goodbye.

Daniela waited and watched as Juice shut the door behind Marcus and did all the locks. Her sympathetic smile lost a little bit of its curve as she watched him go back and check the locks, and recheck them again.

“If it’s not a good time,” she offered, “I can always come back later.”

Turning around and facing her, Juice shook his head. He was trying to look less rattled than he really was, which was difficult with everything that had happened within the span of the last half hour. Still, she already showed up, so he wasn’t going to turn her away.

“It’s fine,” he forced out.

She didn’t want to turn it into a debate, so she just nodded. “Okay.” She gestured to the couch, and as they both stepped towards it, she asked, “You wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head as he sat down. “I’m good.”

She nodded again. Some days he talked a little bit, other days the two of them sat there in near-silence as she checked him over. It looked like it was going to be the latter. “Okay.”

Juice watched her as she pulled her medical bag onto her lap and opened it to look inside. He wished he had better things to say to her, anything, really, but he was coming up empty. She never seemed fazed by it.

“Thanks,” he said softly as she pulled her stethoscope out.

She gave him a tiny smile. “Of course.”

That was all that was said between him as she got wrapped up in making sure that he was at least physically alright if nothing else. Meanwhile, Juice’s mind was miles away trying to wrap his head around how he was going to pull himself together enough to do what needed to be done. This was just one day, one meeting, and it was taking this much out of him. As he flinched slightly from the cold metal of the stethoscope, he briefly wondered how he was supposed to handle all the days afterward, too.

[broiderie]

Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 13

First things first - I'm terrified to be putting this up. It's my first attempt at anything passed make-out sessions. Please be gentle about it. And as always - don't steal my shit.

Warnings: nightmare, 18+ scene, cursing, talk of guns and weapons. Let me know if I missed anything please.

A few hours later, Hank startled awake as the dog nudged him with his nose. He started to get up when he realized that Rex wasn’t going to the door. Instead he was looking at Megan. Hank realized that he had been so tired from the day, he’d slept through what sounded like the beginning of a major nightmare from Megan.

He quickly reached to soothe her as he heard a muffled scream from her throat. “Easy, mi princessa. Easy. I’m here.” He eased her over onto her back so that she could feel him easier and he could stop her from hurting herself in her thrashing as he shifted to kneel between her knees. He braced his hands on her waist to keep her from rolling onto her bad side. “Wake up, Megan. Wake up, baby. You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe with me.” He gave her a little shake, hoping to jar her awake a bit, but the nightmare had a strong hold on her.

Megan tossed her head and reached with her free arm whimpering as she tried to move the other one. 

He looked around and saw Rex watching from the floor. “Rex, come.” He patted the bed for the big dog, who jumped up. He moved over and put himself on Megan’s good side before encouraging Rex to lay across her legs and waist. Once the dog was steadying her, Hank moved to stroke her face and neck gently. “It’s just a dream, Princessa. I’m right here. Shhh. Easy, baby. Wake up for me.”

Megan’s eyes opened suddenly and she sobbed out a breath before reaching for him again.

He pressed his forehead to hers gently and let her cling to him. “Shh. Easy, mi Princessa. I’m right here. You’re safe, baby. Nothing’s getting through me.” Rex whined a bit. “Or Rex. He’s here too, baby. We’ve got you.”

Megan nodded as she worked to control her panic. She pressed her hand to his chest feeling his heartbeat and breathing as she sobbed.

He moved up to cradle her close and let her calm against his bare chest. When she curled into him, Rex moved up to support her back. Sandwiched between the two of them, Megan slowly calmed. Her breath evened out and she snuggled close. “Sorry.”

“You’re okay, mi amore. We’ve got you,” he whispered gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Megan shook her head. “It hasn’t changed.”

Rex licked her ear gently before laying his head down behind hers.

Megan giggled and whispered, “Good dog.”

Hank reached over her to pet him. “Yes, he is.” He laid back down and kissed her gently. “Think you can sleep again? Or should I get the book?”

Megan yawned. “Can we just… stay like this awhile?”

He cradled her close and stroked her hair out of her face before kissing her deeply, but gently. “Of course, mi amore. Rest. We’ve got you.”

Megan slowly relaxed in his arms and he watched as she fell back asleep. He smiled a little, but didn’t dare move for fear of her waking back up. One glance at the close on what used to be his nightstand and was now Rex’s, showed that it wouldn’t be long before she woke up anyway. Better that she get all the sleep she could.

A few hours later, Rex nudged Hank again before going to the door. This time, he did need out. “Alright buddy, I’m coming.” He tried to disentangle himself from Megan, but she woke up. “Easy, mi princessa. Just taking Rex out. Go back to sleep,” he tried.

Megan whined and stretched before sitting up. “‘Kay. Let’s go.” SHe slid out of bed slowly and slipped her feet into the flip flops he bought her for the beach.

He chuckled and stood to put on his slides while she clipped the leash to Rex’s collar.

They took him out and let him do his business before heading back inside. The coffee shop was just opening in the lobby as they passed it, Megan slowed down. “Want a cup? Papa and the tíos won’t be up yet.”

Hank smiled. “Sure, mi reina. Let’s get a cup. We can charge it to the room.”

They went to the counter and Hank ordered for them. Black coffee for him. Coffee with cream and three sugars for Megan.

“And - a puppichino for the puppy dog…” the female barista said with a wink.

Megan giggled and held the cup of whipped cream down for Rex. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

They took their coffee and walked back to the suite. It was early. Very early. The sun hadn’t started to rise quite yet. Megan found a door off the common room that led to a balcony overlooking the desert and took Rex out there. Hank detoured to their room to pull the comforter off the bed. He joined Megan on the balcony and wrapped her gently in the comforter before standing behind her. He held her back against his chest and kissed her temple as they watched the sun begin to rise.

“A new day,” she said.

He smiled. “A new day, mi amore. Today, you start something new. Are you anxious?”

“A little. This helps.” She leaned back against him a little more.

“Good. It’s supposed to.” He kissed her temple again. “Nothing has to change, mi amore. Not with the club. Not with the family. All this does is mean we can stick closer together. You can come on runs. Know everything and be right with us no matter what, and no one can say shit. Not Galindo, not the Irish, not anyone.” He rocked them gently back and forth. “That’s all any of this has to mean, baby. I can handle everything else when it comes down to it.”

“And if I want it to be more?” Megan asked. “If I want to help you, help the club?”

“Then you do, mi reina. But only on your own terms. Your papa and I will make sure of that. Everything is on your terms.” He nuzzled her ear and neck. “I promise you.”

“I trust you.” She tugged his hand inside the blanket he had wrapped around her and placed it against her skin where her tank top had ridden up above her sweats. 

“Good girl.” He kissed her neck gently and pressed her closer. “You look absolutely beautiful right now, Princessa. You have no idea.” He pressed himself against her back. “I love you, mi reina.”

Megan sucked in a breath and turned her head to meet his eyes. “Hank?”

“Yes, mi amore. Yes. I said it. I love you.” He leaned his forehead against hers.

Megan’s eyes teared and she kissed him softly. “I love you too. So much.”

He smiled and kissed her back. He let her turn into him so that she was facing him and kissed her again, sliding an arm around her waist and holding her as tight as her cast and sling allowed. His other hand cradled her neck and face, guiding her to kiss him deeper.

When he sensed her getting short of breath, he guided his kisses across her jaw and down her neck to nibble and gently suck a mark on her neck where it met her good shoulder as she moaned softly in his ear.

He chuckled and nudged her chin up with his nose so he could press more kisses there. “That’a girl,” he whispered as he gently nibbled under her ear. He felt her nails against the small of his back as she tried desperately to pull herself closer to him.

He walked himself backwards, tugging her along, to sit on the patio couch, pulling her to sit astride him. He kissed her again and felt her hops press into his, making his breath catch.

The rising sun highlighted her dark hair and as the blanket fell, he caught glimpses of her skin through her thin white tank top. The yellowing bruises made him pause.

Megan moaned softly again and it snapped him back to the pleasant feeling of the woman he loved on top of him. His hands shift to her hips, pressing her tight against his own, but allowing her to move at her own pace as she rocked against him. He stoked the skin over her low slung sweats with his thumbs encouragingly. “Good girl, mi Princessa.” He kissed her deeply again as her hand ran through his hair to cup the back of his neck as her hips rocked.

Megan whimpered a moan, causing him to groan into the kisses. One of his hands shifted to her lower back under her clothes to guide her motions and support ehr as her back arched. He kissed down her neck again to place wet kisses across her cleavage. “Mmm. That’a girl. Does that feel good, Princessa?” He chuckled against her skin as she nodded, too breathless to speak. “Good.” He sucked another mark at the top of her breast as he guided her rock against him a little harder and faster. She moaned and threw her head back at the increase in pressure. “There you go, amore. Are you close?” He lowered his head to suck gently at a hardened nipple through her shirt.

Megan whined softly and Hank took that as the affirmative. He smiled up at her and nipped gently at her bottom lip. “Let go for me, mi reina. I’ve got you.” She gasped softly and quivered against him as he helped her rock through her pleasure. He watched her face and slowed the motion to pull her against his bare chest. “Shhh,” he whispered. He stroked soothing motions down her spine as she shuddered her way through the come down. “Good girl.” He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in.

Once her breathing evened out, he pulled the blanket back up to cover her against his chest. She nuzzled close, kissing his skin and he grinned at how boneless she was against him. “You okay, mi princessa?” he asked quietly, continuing to stroke her back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Megan giggled a little. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re still hard.” She looked up at him from her spot on his chest and stroked a hand down his bare side.

He smiled and shifted to kiss her nose. “I’m not the one with broken bones, mi amore. I’m fine. I can wait.” He kissed her softly.

Her eyes closed at his gentle kiss. “Mmm. I’m perfect,” she whispered, keeping her eyes shut and resting against him.

“Good. Let’s get showered and changed. The others will be up soon, and you need to eat.” He stood carefully, wrapping her legs around him and carrying her to the bathroom in their room.

After quick showers for both of them, Hank dressed himself for the meeting with Galindo in jeans and a t-shirt with his green and black plaid over it. He grinned as he realized the shirt smelled like Megan from when she borrowed it.

Megan was digging through her duffle. “What should I wear? I know this meeting is important to the club, but a dress doesn’t feel appropriate for what we’re trying to introduce me as.” She looked up at him.

“Well, you’ll be wearing your kutte for one. We want him to get used to seeing you in it. Think of it as a uniform,” Hank said.

Megan nodded. “The black jeans then.” She pulled them out. Her hand lingered on Hank’s soft colors a moment.

“You can wear them, mi reina,” he said with a smile as he buttoned his cuffs. “I love it when you do.”

She smiled back. “Me too, but it might not look good if we’re establishing me as an officer in my own right. Especially since we don’t want anyone thinking I slept my way in. You can’t take Galindo to the ring.”

Hank chuckled but nodded. “True enough, but I’d sure try if he said something.”

She pulled out another plain black t-shirt and added it to her pile to change into. She finished it off with her new boots from Taza. Hank helped her to unwrap her towel and dress carefully before gathering her blank kutte with a smile. Megan grabbed her hair stuff and they went out to the common room where everyone else was gathering for breakfast.

As morning greetings were exchanged, a cart with breakfast came to the door pushed by Adam, himself. Taza went to speak with him.

Megan sat down her hair bag and waited patiently. Creeper gently touched her elbow. “Need help, Little Princess?”

Megan smiled at him. “Maybe a little. Hard to braid with a busted arm.”

“Can I try? I’ve been practicing since your pop showed me how,” he asked. “I know it’s something special you two do, but -”

Megan smiled at the bald man brightly, “Sure Creep. Thanks.”

He grinned and stood behind her. “I’m not great yet, but let’s see what I can do.” He carefully divided her hair and managed a single french braid. It was a little lopsided and not very tight, but he managed it.

Hank watched with a soft smile as Megan let Creeper braid her hair. When the bald man tied it off triumphantly, he checked Megan’s hair bag. “Here, Creep. Tuck this in at the top.” He handed him one of the combs Diana had gifted Megan that she had yet to wear. It was silver filigree. 

Creeper gently slid the comb in with a smile of triumph. “There ya go, Little Princess.”

Megan grinned. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Marcus chuckled and brought Megan a cup of coffee. “Damn, Poquito. Who knew bikers could braid.”

“Ah, gimme time. I’ll get better at it,” Creeper said with a laugh.

Taza chuckled as well as he brought Megan a plate. “Pretty good for a first try, brother.”

“Figured if I fucked it up, at least you could fix it, man.”

“True enough. Looks good though.” Taza sat the plate down in front of Megan. “Here, Chica. Adam remembered about the pineapple. There’s also almond butter for your toast if you want it.”

Megan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Hank took that as his que and brought it along with his own plate and the honey. “Here you go, Princessa.”

“Thank you!” Megan said, smiling up at him before carefully spreading a little on her toast.

All of the men gathered around eating breakfast casually and talking. Most of them were planning to hit the casino while the others went to the bike shop. Coco claimed EZ for the day and Megan watched as Angel and Gilly sighed before declaring that they’d stick close too. Riz and the Oakland boys also planned to stay, leaving Creeper to go along this time with Megan, Hank, Taza and her padrinos.

“We’re just picking up the patches, right?” Megan asked seriously.

“Maybe a few other things, Chica,” Taza said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes. “There are TWO vehicles out there loaded down with ‘other things’, Papa…”

Bishop snorted at the sass. “Maybe so, Poquito, but the van isn’t full yet.”

The other men laughed. 

Marcus smiled at her from across the table. “Relax, Poquito. We’ll just look for things you might like to customize your new rides, alright? Besides, last time I was there, there was a whole section for dogs. We can pick some things out for Rex.”

That made Megan pause as she glanced at her big dog, who was contentedly eating in the corner. “Well… he does need some things…”

Bishop grinned. “That’a girl, Poquito.”

After breakfast, Megan went to gather the rest of her things. She didn’t even flinch at leaving the room where her father and Hank were. She brought out both holsters and her new knife. She debated the thigh bag, but decided against it for the day since they would only leave the casino to go to the bike shop.

Hank grinned as he saw her carrying things. “Need some help, mi princessa?”

“Please. If I’m going to do this shit, it won’t be unarmed.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Too right, ma,” Coco said as he came out of his room shrugging on his own kutte. “Anyone bring her kevlar?”

All the men shook their heads.

Coco looked at Bishop. “Prez - I don’t like it.”

Marcus held up a pacifying hand. “I’ve got Marco on it. There’s some that are more concealable than our usual and he’s gonna get it before the meeting. It’ll be lighter on her too.”

Bishop gestured at Coco. “See. We’ve got her covered.”

Megan shook her head. “Gonna bubblewrap me while you’re at it?”

Hank grinned as he started threading her knife sheath on her belt for her. He was sure to do it so the hilt was reachable with her left hand. He ducked his head and chuckled as some of the men stared at her in shock.

Coco shrugged. “Think it’ll help?”

José snorted into his coffee as he laughed.

Megan grinned. “Probably not.”

Taza passed by as he went to retrieve his own kutte and jacket and dropped a kiss on her hair. “That’a girl,” he said as he went.

Marco chuckled and shook his head. “Princessa’s got sass this morning.”

Hank just grinned as he stood from fastening her ankle holster. “Told you. You should see her behind a bar.”

Megan giggled.

“Alright, mi amore. Ready for your shoulder rig?” Hank asked, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

Megan took a deep breath and nodded.

Hank unstrapped her sling while she supported ehr arm. Then he carefully maneuvered the holster over her cast and situated it before strapping her sling back into place.

“Yo... Don’t that hurt?” Gilly asked.

Hank quickly got the other shoulder on her and adjusted buckles while Megan breathed through the pain.

Once he was done, Megan smiled tightly. “Not so much once it’s on. This rig distributes the weight more towards my back than my collar bone. Besides- it’s easier for me to draw left-handed this way.”

Gilly winced. “Why not the waist holster until you heal?”

Megan shrugged her good shoulder. “The weight isn’t bad. I promise. And this is more concealable. Plus, I kept dropping my gun drawing from the waist with my left.”

Gilly shook his head. “If this wasn’t with Galindo, I’d say stick to the pee shooter.” He pointed at her ankle. “But I know you’d rather your 9.”

Hank frowned at Gilly. “She knows what she’s doing, man.” He looked Megan over. “All good, Princessa? Need adjusted anywhere?”

Megan smiled up at him. “All good, but I forgot something to cover my holster…”

“I can get something if you want to harness Rex, mi amore. Flannel or hoody?” Hank asked.

“Flannel please. Doesn’t matter which one,” she said with a smile as she popped up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

“Alright. Be right back.” Hank went to find her a flannel in their room.

Megan called Rex over and got him to step into his harness before looking at Gilly. “He’s not wrong. You’re going to have to trust that I know what I’m doing at some point, Gilly. Best to start with me knowing my own limits.” She clipped the harness closed and petted Rex gently. “My body. My choice.”

Gilly shrugged uncomfortably and glanced around before realizing that she’d said it quiet enough not to draw attention from the other men in the room. “I know. Sorry, Princessa. I just don’t like to think you’re in pain.”

Megan nodded. “I understand, but Gilly…” she looked him straight in the eyes. “Not your girl. Not your choice.”

He winced and nodded. “Alright, Princessa. I get the picture.”

“Good.” She stood and patted his shoulder as Hank returned with a dark green flannel.

“Here, Princessa. Let’s get this on you.”

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My Heart Needed You

AN: I've had this crazy story in my head for MONTHS, so I finally decided to sit down and get it started. This will be a multi-chapter with a lot of angst, backstory, fluff, just all of it.

This is my first Fic, I hope you love it. Would love feedback :) Special thank you to @lexondeck for proofing and providing some much needed support!

You never thought when you left Southern California all those years ago that you would be back, but you also never expected to become so close to your half brother and his club, only to lose him.

But here you are, back home. Home. That doesn’t even sound right anymore. You left here broken, hurting, full of shame and guilt.

While your time in Charming ended in heartbreak, you were glad that you got to know Jax. You didn’t have the chance to know your biological dad, JT, but getting to know Jax helped you feel close to that part of you.

Thankfully, for your trip home you had Marcus by your side. Jax had asked him to look out for you, be an uncle so to speak. Marcus has always been supportive, someone who you knew you could trust. When Miguel called with a job offer, you knew it was time to go. Staying in Charming without Jax and his mom, Gemma, was too hard. So here you were side-by-side with Marcus as you walk into the Santo Padre Clubhouse to get to know the Mayans club Miguel needs your help with. You knew it was Marcus’ primo who runs this charter so you felt like you were in good hands. “Primo!” “El Padrino!” You heard from everyone as you walked into the Clubhouse. Man hugs, handshakes, all around.

Quickly, all eyes were on you, and your typical confidence was faltering as you clasped your hands in front of you looking around the room. Taking in the smell, you noticed the Virgin Mary statue, and shockingly, this felt…safe. It was different from the Sons clubhouse, in Charming, but you had a feeling this would be a place you could just be yourself at.

“I’m Bishop,” you heard, snapping you from your thoughts. The man looking at you may have been shorter than most in the room, but he commanded respect, in his face you could see kindness. You stretched your hand out, his larger one took your smaller one.

“It’s nice to meet you Bishop, I’m Hailey. Hailey Teller. I'm the new attorney for the Galindo's, and will be the liaison for you to him.”

Eyes were quickly shooting around the room, and you knew they were all looking at you with surprise and a little pity. Quickly Hank and Taza introduced themselves to you, and you have to admit you loved them all instantly. The prospect, you didn’t catch his name, brought you a drink, everyone left, leaving you, Bishop, Hank, and Marcus to chat…and drink.

Miguel’s men were on the way to pick you up to take you to his home, where you planned to stay until you found a suitable home. You were just crossing your fingers, hoping Miguel would keep his promise and not let him pick you up.

Alcohol and your current state of mind didn’t go hand in hand, and soon your emotions were on the verge of boiling over and Marcus could see it.

You were tipped over the edge by the simple question about how Jax's boys were doing. Your nephews, you loved those boys and if you’re honest you wished you could have brought them with you. However, Jax was specific about Wendi getting the boys and keeping them away from this life, a life you are throwing yourself into, again.

You couldn’t stop the tears, you quickly wiped away at them but it was no use. Bishop grabbed your hand, rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing manner, trying to calm and comfort you as best as he could. “We’re sorry sweetheart, we didn’t mean to upset you.” Bishop's voice was raspy, yet calming.

“It’s okay, I’m still…struggling with this … and with everything Jax put in my hands before his death.” You sighed, trying to get yourself together.

“What do you mean?” Hank asked, a look of genuine concern on his face.

You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath, still not completely in control of your emotions.

“When he decided he was going to make a deal to save the club and Tara, he had me handle all the paperwork for his kids custody, SAMCRO’s businesses, Teller-Morrow, all of it.”

You paused trying to keep yourself composed, “When Tara was killed, I found her with Jax.” My hands were fidgeting in my lap. “I handled her funeral, stepped up with Gemma for the boys, and tried to get Jax out of jail.” Scuffing, “If only I would have known then what only Gemma and Juice knew.”

All of them were focused on you, not pushing but just showing that they were there for you.

You continued, “Once Jax had a plan, he had me get all of the legal documentation ready for ownership transfers, custody, setting up savings for the boys, and pretty much his death.”

“I knew why he did it…but I just wish he didn’t make me the planner.” You looked up and gave them a sad smile as tears streamed down your face.

In all that time, you didn’t hear Miguel’s SUV pull up. You turned just as the door opened in walked Miguel. Even through the tears a smile formed on your face, you jumped up to give Miguel a hug. He held you tight and it took everything in you to keep your emotions in check.

When you pulled away and looked up, you felt his eyes on you before you saw him. You looked around Miguel and there he was, “Nes,” you whispered. The tears starting all over again.

“Hey, Hails,” he whispered as he took a few steps towards you. In that moment your lost all control of your body and ran to him. He engulfed you in his arms, you sobbed into the crook of his neck, no doubt soaking his shirt. He was rubbing his hand up and down your back, the other holding your head to him.

You never thought you would be held by these arms again, but right now, you were just grateful that he didn’t turn his back on you like you did to him.

Your emotions were uncontrollable so Bishop suggested that Nestor take you into one of the back rooms so you could be alone and calm down.

Nestor grabbed you behind your thighs, lifting you up. Your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Your brain wasn’t working, clearly, because you would not be doing this under normal circumstances.

Out in the Clubhouse the Santo Padre men were confused, as they looked to Marcus and Miguel for answers.

Miguel cleared his throat, “Their moms were best friends, they’ve known each other since birth. They weren’t just high school sweethearts, they were kindergarten sweethearts.” He stopped, shrugging a little, “They were engaged when he went away to the Navy. Hailey was finishing law school, when he came home, she had all of her things packed, and greeted him in tears as she handed the ring back and left.”

Wiping his face he finishes, “We never knew why she left, her parents didn’t have many answers other than she said it was her fault. None of us have heard much from her since. When I found out about her brother from her dad, well step-dad, I knew she needed to come home.”

Back in the dorm room Nestor is holding on to you, you want to speak but your hiccuping and tears are preventing you from saying much. All you could muster was a simple “I’m sorry.” You weren’t even sure if Nestor heard you, but he squeezed you tighter letting your know he did.

You weren’t sure how this new job was going to work. He was going to expect answers. But the answers would devastate him and you weren’t ready to share.

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Angel Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Miguel Galindo x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC)

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 15/? (eleven chapters, four drabbles)

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† - nsfw

∞ - author favorite

✎ - director’s cut

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨/𝐎𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟏)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - During a run-of-the-mill drop, the Mayans and Gabriella are gifted with an unpleasant surprise.

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - The Mayans and Gabriella have a tense meeting with Miguel Galindo. Ezekiel finds himself with a newfound crush. ∞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - Alvarez finally makes it to Santo Padre, and Ezekiel and Gabriella connect a little more.

𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - Gabriella deals with how much someone from her past has changed, and Miguel holds a rather bloody event in his pew.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝟑.𝟖𝐤 - Ezekiel’s cousin KJ pays him a unexpected visit. Angel and Gabriella bring the prospect in on their secret affairs.

“𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐳𝐞𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟐)

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝟑.𝟐𝐤 - The MC goes on the search for some answers on a new possible threat.

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝟐.𝟕𝐤 - The Rebels go through with their plan, leaving Miguel to turn to the Mayans for some much needed help. 

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟐.𝟒𝐤 - In the search for his son’s whereabouts, Miguel’s rage boils over.

"𝐁𝐮𝐡𝐨/𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧" (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟑)

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟑.𝟎𝐤 - Gabriella’s lying rubs a certain someone the wrong way. KJ makes a surprise visit. The Mayans set up a meeting at the San Buho Casino.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟎.𝟗𝐤 - KJ makes his rounds.

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝟏.𝟓𝐤 - The Mayans head to the San Buho Casino.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝟎.𝟐𝐊) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦

☄. *. ⋆ A little glimpse into Ezekiel’s head when he meets Gabriella.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝟎.𝟐𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

☄. *. ⋆ Marcus and Gabriella mourn together.

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟔𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella meets Miguel.

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟖𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella confronts Miguel.

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀/𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 ✧.*

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ ||  𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞™ || 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋'𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞™ || 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚™ || 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞™

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 || 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 || 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒/𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐓𝐀𝐆 

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Owl House AU ideas for my OC's:

Hugo: Abomination and Potions tracks, Cheese is a mouse palisman and she spits acid, probably thinks the abomatons are the coolest shit ever.

Gal: Construction to start and skews into healing when multitracking is allowed. Buff girl, her Palisman Dudely was inherited from her uncle.

Evelyn: starts out in abomination and goes into potions later. He doesn't have a palisman yet. his abominations smell great cause of Potions he adds to the abomination goo.

Eerie: Beast Keeping and Oracle! She'd probably look more canine-like and less human in this verse.

Liz: Oracle magic and probably beast-keeping.

Millie: Beast Keeping, she's very one note like that. her Palisman is her Wooloo so just a teacup sized sheep.

Aedan: Plant Magic and oracle magic, no palisman yet.

Marcus: illusions and bard magic, all the way-- maybe knows a few construction spells but he's not nearly as passionate about it. No Palisman.

Felix: woulda been pressured into the Emperors Coven by his father, but I think he'd prefer potion making personally. He's not ready to get another palisman :)

[burningtacozombie]

Hi. I'm trying to remember the details but, everyone still thinks Miguel is dead, don't they? So that means that Felipe probably thinks/believes he's dead too :(

HOLY SHIT anon, you're right! at the beginning of the season Alvarez said at a templo meeting "Galindo is dead" so they took that without questioning and moved on to work with LNG instead, thanks to Yuma. I'm still not sure if Marcus meant actually dead or just the club's connection to the Galindo Cartel because it has fallen apart. but yes, they must be thinking he's dead since no one has gotten any news on Miguel that would confirm otherwise, including Felipe and Emily. Emily might be thinking he's still out there somewhere but that's purely out of fear, she doesn't know either and last she heard, too, was that he's dead. but Felipe might even be relieved if/when he finds out for like one second, until he remembers there's likely going to be repercussions for Dita's death.

WOW fuck, this realization just hit me like a ton of bricks, I didn't even think about that!! can you imagine everyone's faces when he's coming back?! IT'LL BE SO FUCKING EPIC!

[murphslass]

time for the Mayans :))