ineedthesons · 2 years ago
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It was, out of necessity, an unconsumated soul bond. Platonic, though not due to lack of desire between Juice and Chibs. But being Sons they couldn't take that final step. The Club was more important than even soul mates. They had accepted that, taken what they could when they could. Always touching in some way.
It was likely for the best, Juice thought. Chibs looking away from him, turning away on that highway as Jax handed him his kutte, that haunted his nightmares already. Juice's chest still ached. Chibs hadn't severed their bond, though it was only a small comfort because Juice wasn't likely to be around long enough to be worth the pain of it. They'd both live with the discomfort of withdrawal until Juice was gone and Chibs could be find someone else.
The damn guard was talking to the door in front of him, then opened it. Juice knew who the con was that stepped in. Ron Tully, shot caller and Juice's protection inside while he did his duty. Of course it didn't come cheap, but Juice didn't care. Right now he was trying to silence his brain before it revved up. Thinking useless thoughts about his Filip. Or he puked, again. Bond withdrawal was a bitch but not fatal. He'll get something at the clinic for it.
"I'll see you later, baby." Tully was too close, and for one instant Juice thought he was going to pass him by. To not brush his cheek or pet his arm.
Juice was not that lucky. Or maybe he was. But Tully did reach out, fingers under Juice's chin to try to get him to look into Tully's dark eyes. They touched, but only for a moment. The ache in Juice's chest eased but that was overshadowed by the shock he'd felt once before. It almost brought him to his knees then and it was the same now.
Tully was leaning heavily on the interview room's chair. He was panting, and Juice was beginning to feel the curl of emotion not his own nestling right beside the black hole where Chibs' emotion should have been.
He and Tully were bonded. And Chibs too, he hasn't been forced out. A triad. Not rare, but uncommon. About the same odds as red hair, if Juice remembered right. He shook his head making himself focus. His wandering brain was a coping mechanism. "Holy shit." Juice's voice cracked. He hadn't been using it much.
"Indeed. This changes a few things." Tully's own voice had only a small tremble to it. He tilted his head. "I'll have to call the lawyer. And Jackson... And..." A pause. Juice felt his confusion, curiosity. Irritation. "Whoever is giving us indigestion."
Juice wasn't sure what he meant, but then he understood. Tully could either feel Chibs directly, or through Juice. "I jus' wanna lay down." Too honest for such a new bond, new friendship. Too honest especially when Tully was who he was. But on the other hand.... Someone was here for him. Someone else who was, apparently, a match to him.
Tully came off his chair and held out his hand. "I think that can be arranged, sweetheart. You an' me, and whenever we get this sorted we'll add in our third." Tully was so... Cheerful about it. First bond, Juice knew that euphoria. He felt it, too, and it pushed against the depression he'd had for... Too long, now. Maybe it wouldn't last, but Juice decided to take it. He reached and curled his fingers around Tully's hand. At the same time the ache, Chibs' ache, diminished. Confusion, the echo of it, replaced it. Juice knew he needed to do something. He sent back assurance; they would have to talk later.
"Ortiz! Tully! You two head to the clinic!"
(Should I continue this Au?)
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magickhajiit · 3 years ago
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The Disgraced Son- Chapter 2 (SOA Fanfic)
A twist in the narrative explores the relationships between familiar characters. From Juice's incarceration in Stockton prison on his suicide mission to kill Henry Lin to the question of whether he will survive and make a fresh start... are the Sons willing to leave a man they believe to be traitor in peace?
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onlyonewoman · 5 years ago
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And now he sits here, watching the man with greying hairline creeping backwards, wrinkles deepened and scars somehow melting into the overall picture of an aging criminal who will probably never accept that just because he loves his brand, his club and his late pres, it doesn’t mean he can simply choose to stop loving a stray. It is what it is.
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reaperandscythe · 2 years ago
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Sons Masterlist
Tig Trager x Juice Ortiz
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Tig Trager x Venus Van Dam
° Broken Needle 💉 (if you squint)
Juice Ortiz x Ron Tully
° Broken Needle
Chibs Telford x Juice Ortiz
° Broken Needle 💉 (if you squint)
Chibs Telford x Tig Trager
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Tig Trager x Herman Kozik
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Happy Lowman x Tig Trager
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magickhajiit · 3 years ago
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The Disgraced Son- Chapter 2 (SOA Fanfic)
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Henry Lin is dead. Killed by a soon-to-be-dead rat from a rival group, for a heinous crime he never considered committing. The Chinese have already taken their payback from the traitor, leaving emotional cuts on him that will scar and never fade away. Still unknown to them the real perpetrators remain far outside the prison's walls, planning on cleansing any trace of the triads from their Mayberry town.
Flashes of Lin’s murder filter across Juice’s eyes, sharp metal cutting through skin like butter, crimson waves coating Juice’s arms and spattering his front, Lin’s body laid slack on the floor with dead eyes staring at him, accusingly.  Afterward, he headed back to his cellblock in a daze. The officers left a new uniform out for him, at least that small mercy was granted. Once he changed, he noticed a layer of dried blood coating his hands, picking each fragment off took under an hour but he continued to scratch, clawing away at his hands like a twisted imitation of Lady Macbeth.
And now he sits before Samcro’s king. With his eyes lowered passively, he informs Jax of Lin’s passing, of his own success. Finally glancing up, he expects to see pride or at least mercy but catching Jax’s eyes his stomach drops at the pure hatred glistening from them. Jax’s next words shatter all hope Juice naively possessed. Jax knew about the lie. The lie that entered the world on the day of Tara’s passing, born from the need to protect the only mother Juice has ever known, the lie that started a war. Entangled in his own web of deception Juice knows the truth needs to be released into the world. So, somewhat belatedly, he tells the truth, knowing it will free him from this tragic excuse of a life and save Jax from the agony of not knowing his wife’s killer.
Juice’s revelation hangs heavily in the air before Jax makes his next statement.                         ‘’Bobby’s in hospital. Mark’s guys grabbed him the day after you came here. He won’t ride again.’’  Guilt gnaws at Juice; till all he wants is to beg for forgiveness. There’ll be no opportunity for that though, not when Jax refuses to listen.                                                                                                   Jax adds one more lie before leaving,‘’ It’ll be quick’’ he says not sparing Juice a glance on his way out.
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Less than a day after his conversation with Jax, Juice is released from isolation. Unser and Jarry have already paid him a visit trying to convince him that they could help in return for his cooperation. Unser had already offered his support weeks ago and that didn’t work out, his worry seemed to be genuine though. Juice has always been vulnerable to men like Unser, older guys who in another life could have taken the role of the father he never had, that’s why he spent months at Clay’s beck and call after his injury. So whilst Juice never warns Unser directly, in fear of being seen as more of a traitor to Samcro than he already is, he does suggest they should be finding Gemma. After all, at least a couple of people should be allowed to find an ounce happiness or at least peace in the tragedy of Tara’s death.
Walking through the cafeteria he wonders if Unser will grieve over his death, although its inconsequential. In six months time Unser will be dead too and there won’t be a soul to left on this planet who will mourn him, not the Sons, not his two sisters who he hasn’t spoken to in what's approaching a decade and certainly not Chibs. He notices the Chinese watching him as he makes his way to the AB’s table. They’ll be expecting him to complete their task, to dispose of Tully in return for his own life. Little do they know that Juice has his own plan.
‘’We need to talk. Alone’’ Juice says once he arrives at the table, standing directly in front of Tully. With a slight indication of his head, Tully sends the rest of the table on their way, a flash of envy hits Juice, what it must be like to be more than just a pawn on the chessboard.                 
Wincing as he sat down opposite Tully he dives straight into conversation, ‘’The Chinese aren’t real happy about Lin.’’
Scanning over Juice’s battered appearance Tully replies, ‘’Clearly not.’’
‘’They want me to kill you.’’
‘’Makes sense... You do realize you've lost the element of surprise.’’
‘’I know Jax has tasked you with killing me. And if the Chinese do it, it could impact your relationship with the MC. ‘’ Juice glances around after speaking before reaching down picking up his scalpel, its ice-cold in his trembling palm and he tries not to think of what it’ll feel like when it’s sliding into his flesh, cutting all life from within him.  He lays it on the table directly in front of Tully. Just for a moment, he looks surprised before it's covered with his usual cool indifference. Juice speaks what will be his final words, ‘’Just let me finish my pie.’’
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A riot is started seconds before Juice finishes eating, it starts between the AB and Chinese before expanding as quickly as a raging forest fire, blocking the sight of Juice and Tully from guards posted around the room. Everything feels painfully clear once Juice has gotten up, cherry pie resting in his stomach, every movement of the people around him is vivid in his eyes. He doesn't tremble when he walks with Tully to a quieter part of the floor.  Tully wraps one arm tightly around Juice once he’s turned, in his other hand the shiv gleams in the light as its raised, before it plunges down, blood spurts out as the blade slices through the skin under Juice’s collarbone. It’ll leave a scar Tully will always be remembered by, a claim to Juice but not fatal.
Tully leans forward whilst simultaneously holding Juice's body up ‘’I’m afraid that it’s not your time just yet.’’ he murmurs before giving him a slight nudge forward, whilst nodding at one of the AB members to escort him out of harm's way. Juice allows himself to be pulled along without resistance still in shock from brushing fingertips with Mr. Mayhem, he grips the wound, warm blood leaking through shaking fingers.
If anyone wants to be tagged in new chapters feel free to let me know. :)
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magickhajiit · 3 years ago
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The Disgraced Son
My first Sons of Anarchy Fanfiction. Thanks to @cappucin-hoe for beta reading my first chapter.
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The first 24 hours are the worst, with nothing but the constant hum of the prison and the occasional passing guard for company. It's near enough torture to a man who despises isolation. Not one of the guards glances his way. There’s no need to acknowledge a disgraced son, a man who was a rat, and a traitor to his own family. Without the reputation of the Sons protecting him, he feels almost as exposed as he did standing in the Mayans' warehouse, his kutte being taken and his last connection to his family being ripped away. Morbid thoughts burrow into his skull when he’s sat motionless in the cell so he moves. He does a variety of push-ups and squats, when that fails to expel his rising anxiety he paces up and down the cramped cell, getting more frantic with every passing second.
He’s so wrapped up in his pacing he almost doesn’t notice his new visitor but it’s hard not to detect the presence of Tully, an AB shot caller who leads hundreds of men, men who wish for Juice’s early demise, based purely on his darker shade. No guards are trailing him, Tully’s well aware of the fact they’re not needed. Not when, over the previous year, every misstep of Juices was met with harsh punishment, conditioning him into little more than a beaten dog that still comes when his master calls. Juice’s eyes immediately jump to the swastika etched upon Tully’s pale skin, a symbol of hatred that reminds Juice of his own secret.
Tully returns his observation, darkened eyes light up with a look Juice can't quite discern. He rattles off the exact plan Bobby and Jax had told him before he was sent on his suicide mission to Stockton. Not a word from his mouth is rushed. Each sentence is drawn out giving Tully, with a sick fascination, more time to watch every emotion that filters across Juice's face. He watches the way Juice’s jaw clamps shut and the way his hands tremble before they're tightened into fists, he also watches the way his wall breaks down and emotion seeps through at the mention of his task, to bloody his hands once more and kill Henry Lin.
Thinking about the murder still sickens him. He knows that act will break whatever pieces of him still remain and he’ll receive no comfort nor mercy after the fact; he'll most likely receive a shiv plunged into the nearest artery, undoubtedly courtesy of Tully himself. It feels unfair, the fact that, despite his best intentions, he’s in this position, cut off from his estranged family and far, far away from his Chibs. Chibs is a scar on Juice’s soul that won’t heal. Every time Juice thinks of him turning away on the road a fresh wave of pain hits, threating to pull him under and suffocate him.
Lin’s murder shouldn’t matter. Juice’s part to play in it is simply his ticket back into Samcro, back into Chib’s favour. But it does matter. And days later when Tully has taken his payment and placed him in the room with Lin it still matters, but it doesn’t stop Juice from taking the blade and finishing the job.
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onlyonewoman · 6 years ago
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I should be asleep, so of course I’m being fully awake, youtubing and imagining Juice and Ronea singing along to this piece during a Friday cleaning when Filip comes home and gets “attacked” by his husband and lover, declaring their love for him in the most ridiculous, annoying, dorky (and sweet) way possible, right at the start of the chorus: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghHE_kVWXxM Both:  I love Him I love Him I love Him And where He goes I'll follow I'll follow I'll follow (Filip, looking something between horrified and mesmerized, muttering: Wha’ve ye been smoking..?) Ronea: I will follow Him Follow Him wherever He may go There isn't an ocean too deep A mountain so high it can keep Keep me away Ronea: We will follow Him  Juice: follow him (Filip, groaning in exasperated Scottish: Jaysus Chroist...) Ronea: Follow Him wherever He may go Juice: Oooo Both: There isn't an ocean too deep A mountain so high it can keep Keep us away, away from His love Ronea: Oh, yeah Juice: Oh yes, I lo-ove him Ronea: I’ll follow Juice: I’m gonna follow True love Ronea: You’ve always been my true love Juice: Forever Ronea: From now until forever (Filip is by this point caught between how extremely ridiculous this is, and the fact that he actually feels genuinly touched by the realisation that his boys decided to put so much effort in this cheesy little act just to tell him they love him - and love annoying him. He’s also realising he’s gonna have to suffer through the entire song, so he leans onto the countertop and tries to look suitable amused but not moved, although he really is.) His husband and lover, of course, see right through his act and wraps it up, changing the lyrics just a bit: Both: We love Him, We love Him, We love Him And where He goes we’ll follow, we’ll follow, we’ll follow There isn't an ocean too deep A mountain so high it can keep Keep us away, away from His love Filip, now blushing like hell, once the song ends and his husband and lil’ one are giggling in front of him, and he’s trying to look firm, arms still crossed over his chest: This is wha’ ye spent yer day doin’, lads? Ronea, giving Juice a content little smile: See, baby boy, I told you Daddy would love it. Juice, giving Daddy the puppy eyes: You liked it, Daddy? Filip, now defeated for real but still pretending he isn’t, pulling his lad in for a kiss and then grabbing his husband’s shoulder to get him close too: So... wha’ exactly did ye manage to put on yer naughty list, to try an’ get off the weekly spanking with a Broadway number? Ronea: Oh, we’ve been model boys all day, sir. Juice: Very good lads, Daddy.  Both of them are now smiling like angels, meaning they’re anything but and Filip rolls his eyes, kissing first Ronea’s, then Juice’s hair: At least ye can both actually sing... Ronea is grinning towards Juice over Filip’s head, knowing that was their husband and lover’s way of saying: Ye really put in actual time an’ effort to make this ridiculous song sound good, an’ with all’em syncronised moves as well, jus’ to annoy me? Please, don’ ye ever stop being ridiculous an’ annoying, my lovelies... 
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onlyonewoman · 6 years ago
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“Even a priest has some hours off.” ”And you spend them here? You need a hobby, padre. If you don’t watch out, you might end up prospecting.” “Well, I’ve never been that good in keeping up hobbies, to be honest. Somehow, I always end up doing something connected to my call.” “Like visiting trash outside your congregation?” “You’re referring to yourself or the club?” Juice shrugs. For once, there might be no difference.
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