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witchthewriter · 1 year ago

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 3k Warnings: swears, talks of death, blood, talks of period blood in particular, someone being shot.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

(Red Right Hand by Arctic Monkeys)

JAX.

The night was heavy with the dread of oncoming death. But whose? That was still undecided.

Guns had been aimed, with triggers ready to be pulled. Even though the meeting was supposed to be weapon-free.

“So much for reliability and transparency,” Jax uttered. His heart may have been pounding but with adrenaline over fear.

This meeting with a potential partner in Cara-Cara, was deemed somewhat reliable by Bobby. So, hell it was a surprise to find these gentlemen so gun happy. Bobby wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize the club. Both Sons knew that, so what the fuck was with these guys.

If it were truly up to Jax, he wouldn’t be looking for another partner, but with Nero desperate to pull out, he had no other choice but to look at other investors.

And fuck, this guy wasn’t one to wait. This meeting was set for two weeks and now it was suddenly rushed to today.

Oddly enough, everything had seemed to be alright, until the bald-headed Russian asshole took a joke too far. The girls at Cara-Cara were treated with respect. It was a non-negotiation. Women were constantly mistreated in Charming, Jax had seen it with his own eyes, hell, Gemma and Tara had been assaulted in the past. Jax never wanted that to happen, let alone in a company he owned.

Chibs’ eyes flickered from his president to the exit, and Jax subtly shook his head. Like fuck he’d let Chibs risk himself. They looked at each other, truly looking and almost in silent communication Jax said, ‘we get out and we get out together.’

Chibs’ jaw ticked.

“So, boys. What’s it gonna be?” The Bossman with a shaved head said.

“I think I’m gonna have to go with … go fuck yourself,” Jax said with a smile. He wanted to rile this fucker up. Was it the right move? Maybe…maybe not. But you never knew when a man would back down – over respect, intimidation, or approval.

ZO.

(Night Creeper by the Blackwater Fever)

You awoke with a knot in your stomach. One that you couldn’t get rid of. No matter what you did. Stretching, hot baths, hot water bottles, and then you saw the blood, and everything made sense.

Of course, you were in your period, it sucked but it was also … a bit of a positive. You definitely weren’t ready to have children. Not now, not yet.

As you boiled the kettle for what seemed like the hundredth time, you crouched down and rested your head against the kitchen bench, groaning.

“Fuck, I feel like I’ve been shot,” you moaned, one hand holding your stomach, rubbing ever so gently. This month was one of the worser ones. Like a pattern, your body either gave you a light easier period or a heavier harder one.

When your kettle finished boiling, you emptied your hot water bottle and filled it. A few drops missed the opening and landed on your hand.

“Fuck!” You yelled, already irritated, and nearly gave up. But your stomach lurched again, and you pushed on. “Not fair,” you mumbled, and slumped to the couch, where a bunch of snacks lay ready for you. The tv was flicked on and laid down, curling onto your side.

You looked at the clock and frowned, usually Jax would call around this time, but there were no notifications on your phone.

JAX.

The big-bellied boss laughed and lowered his guns. As he did so, all of his men followed. The dread was slowly starting to leak from the room. But all the doors and windows were pulled shut, so it was taking its time to leave.

“I like him,” the man said. His Russian so thick it was comical.

Winking at Chibs, who came to stand to Jax’s right, he angled his body between the most guns and his president.

The fat Russian continued to speak. A lot of bullshit tumbled from his mouth, but still, Jax and Chibs were on high alert. As they always were.

That’s how the Sons of Anarchy had survived so long under Jax’s rule, never let your guard down. And never let the other guy see it still up.

So, they lowered their guns too. But when Jax turned to leave, telling the Russian he would be in touch, the man knew he wasn't going to get the partnership.

And the Russian mobster wasn't used to being denied.

ZO.

(Done All Wrong by the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club)

The afternoon had gone by slowly, as the pain never left. You had already told Skeeter you weren’t coming in, and when he asked why, he was absolutely awkward about it. As if he didn’t have one of the gorier jobs. What was period blood compared to dead bodies?

Getting up from the couch was difficult, but you did it. You wanted to take your pups for a walk before they had their dinner, and it got too dark.

Their leashes were tucked in the same spot they always were, and whenever you went near that area, even without the intention of a walk, their tails would wag.

“Yes, walkies!” You exclaimed, clipping their collars.

But as you walked, you could feel the blood moving with gravity. Only a short walk, you thought and looked down at your two large dogs, their faces full of pure delight.

Opening and closing the front door, you turned around to lock it, when you felt the presence of someone behind you. Whipping around, you saw a face you really wish wasn’t there.

Gemma Teller-Morrow, dressed in black jeans, a grey top that showed her chest scar and wearing big black high-heeled boots. Ones you were sure she slept in. You couldn’t envision her in anything else. Her black and blonde hair was perfectly curled and slightly brushed, giving it a voluminous affect. She was a beautiful woman. But intimidation practically leaked from her.

Both your dogs moved to stand in front of you.

“Ugh, hi,” you said with an awkward smile. You, on the opposite hand, were wearing the baggiest pants you could find and a jumper, with joggers (and mismatched socks). Hair greasy and pulled in a bun from your face, you felt vulnerable; practically naked, in front of her.

With pinched lips, she said, “hi,” and the hands that were on her hips moved to cross in front of her.

You wanted to ask what the fuck she was doing here, but absolutely did not.

“You know Jax is away?” Her voice was almost disinterested, as if she had been forced to be here. But no one was in the car you had located behind your own.

The boys must be with Wendy then.

“Ugh yeah, I helped him pack.”

“Hmm, well I haven’t ugh, heard from him.” Now you understood. She thought Jax was here for some reason. And she came looking for him.

“Neither have I actually,” you said, shifting your weight to one leg. The sun was setting, creating a slowly drifting picture of purple, pink, orange and yellow across the sky.

“Huh,” she said, moving her hands into her back pockets and clucking her tongue, “thought he might be here.”

Ding ding, fucking ding. As if you would be that irresponsible – or Jax for that matter. You two were grown-ups and knew how to act. Why was this lady running after her grown-ass son?

You were doing all you could not to let your thoughts show on your face, so you shifted again. And thankfully, one of your pups whined; easing the tension.

“Right, you taking ‘em on a walk?” Gemma said, in your mind you instantly replied with ‘fucking duh,’ but only nodded.

“Mind if I join you?”

JAX.

(Dad's Gonna Kill Me by Richard Thompson)

Getting shot isn't the same feeling for everyone.

Jax hadn't fully felt the bullet in his right hip; he thought it had only grazed the bone.

The gunfire didn’t cease, however, and revealing his wound to Chibs wasn’t going to help. Jax wasn’t sure if the bullet was still inside his body, but thoughts like that weren't helpful right now. All he could focus on was getting the both of them out.

Holed up against the side of the bar, there was barely enough coverage for one man.

Yelling, “cover meh!” The Scotsman knocked over a few of the bar’s table and chairs. Creating a sort of barricade.

Even shot, Jax was a great aim. Taking out an arm with each bullet, gave Chibs more time to create their defence.

In a heated moment, Chibs picked up one of the cheap stools and threw it across the room. It landed with a loud smash, as once a glass table now lay in a million pieces.

“WHAT IS WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKERS!” The fat Russian yelled, his face red, bleating. His blood pressure monitor started beeping; his wife made him go to the doctors to get his weight under control. And that gave the mobster a 24/7 monitor to wear underneath his clothes.

For a beat the gunshots stopped as the beeping sounded, and the hired guns stopped to check on their boss. He had been fine, and then he watched as the Sons got up and ran.

And then the Russian stopped being able to breathe.

Bursting out the door and into the bright daylight, the two men covered their faces and ran toward their bikes, Jax leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

“Almost free Jackie boy,” Chibs said as he got out his keys.

Doing the same, the blonde Son was about to shove the keys in the ignition when they fell out of his wet, red hand.

“Fuck,” Jax growled as he bent down, but as he did so, he saw six pairs of black boots coming from the same door they ran from.

“Jackie, what-“ And then Chibs saw the soaked through shirt, the blood on Jax’s hands and the paleness in his face.

“FUCK,” he yelled, grabbing onto both sets of keys and jumping behind Jax. Chibs would sacrifice his bike for his president any day. And today was that goddamn day.

The group of men were nearly upon them, as Chibs fiddled with the keys.

“Fucking put them in,” Jax said with a slight slur. Maybe it was just a bone graze… Jax was thinking and thinking and reached out a hand to touch his side and screamed.

Punctured.

The word rung in his mind before he could even process it.

And all the while Chibs had finally turned on the engine and revved. Leaving the men behind in a wall of dust.

“I got you Jackie, I got you-“ Chib’s voice was barely audible over the sound of the engine. But Jax heard it nonetheless. He always would be with Chibs. But maybe this was something that no one who loved him could save him from.

ZO.

How could you say no? You couldn’t. That’s why you were now walking side by side with Gemma, your dogs looking behind you every few seconds, keeping an eye on the ‘threat.’

If you were supposed to say something first, then you had no idea. Your lips were clamped shut, your mind an untuned tv; fuzzy and loud.

You had walked to the end of your block in silence, until Gemma asked, “do you love him?”

Stunned. You almost choked on your intake of air. It was a miracle that you hadn't tripped over your own feet.

How could you tell her before telling Jax? It felt like a betrayal in a way.

“Of course, I do.”

The words left your mouth before any other thought could appear.

The steady crunch of Gemma’s boots on the sidewalk gravel was the only noise for about a minute. Then she said, “you know he had a wife-“

“I know his backstory,” you cut in. Doing your best not to roll your eyes. Was she this far behind? This out of the loop? Should you be insulted or grateful that Jax wasn’t telling his mother about his relationship?

CHIBS.

(You're Not God by Anna Calvi)

The road was long ahead of them, the dirt and rubble kicking up where the wheel’s trekked. There wasn’t a moment for pause, not one second to spare so Chibs could look over his shoulder. Jax was nearly limp in his arms; slumped against him, barely able to keep his balance.

They hadn’t been gone long, but soon the club would be worried if they didn’t hear anything soon. And Chibs knew Zo, Jax’s Old Lady, would be hanging on, waiting for the phone to ring. Chibs always noticed things like that. Things that the others didn’t.

Men were terrible at keeping in touch with each other, it was the women in their lives that they checked in with. Most men found it overbearing, but really they should be grateful. It made them think, kept them moving and ultimately kept them alive.

That’s how Chibs felt about the other Old Ladies as well. Especially Tara, who had a lot on her plate, and needed to know if Jax was okay. When he was coming home. It wasn’t the only reason why Chibs would leap in front of a bullet for a brother. Whoever was in this club, was his family. That’s why he would give his life for theirs. Especially when they had more to lose than he.

No one knew, but he felt like his life wasn’t as important as the others, whose family (or ex-family) was still close to them. The woman he loved and the only daughter he had were on the other side of the world. If he died, it wouldn’t change anything for them.

And he could be replaced. Easily in the club.

But he’d never say that out loud.

So, like every day, Chibs pushed on, knowing his president’s life depended on him. On his next move.

GEMMA.

(Fight Like Gods by Chelsea Wolfe)

Gemma was worried to say the least. She hadn’t heard from Jax in a while, and she thought he was over at your place, forgetting his responsibilities.

The whole ride over to your house, Gemma’s car had been silent except for her constant monologue. (She never used her radio - the presenters were complete morons in her opinion).

“I’m going to rip her ear’s from her head if he’s there,” her violent promises falling on no ears but her own. Her white-knuckled hands gripped the steering wheel so hard she couldn’t feel them when she pulled up.

There was a moment where she debated bumping the back of your car, just giving it a little dent. But she was thankful she didn’t when she saw you come out with your dogs.

Gemma knew Jax wouldn’t be at your place if you were taking your dogs on a walk, especially with a shirt that had a massive stain in it. But she asked you, nonetheless, to see what your face looked like when it was telling the truth.

Talking over coffee in a café wasn’t really Gemma’s ‘thing,’ she was used to randomly pulling up to people’s houses unannounced. It made it harder for them to turn her away. So, Gemma knew good and well that it was a bit rude to intrude on your dog walk, knowing you wouldn’t – or couldn’t – say no.

And when she asked if you loved Jax, your face didn’t change; she knew you were telling the truth.

But every so often she could see your face screw up, not knowing that it was the cramps. Well, not until she saw the blood on the back of your pants.

ZO.

(Oui Oui Marie by Chelsea Wolfe - slow + reverb)

Everything was fine.

Even though you were sweating, your stomach hurt and you felt like your head was going to explode. There was a moment after Gemma said something, that she stopped and grabbed ahold of your arm. Halting you, and your dogs, suddenly, Gemma said it was time to go home.

Frowning, you gave her an incredulous look, and with nothing for her to give you to cover it up, she thought it was best not to alert you. But damn your stubbornness. You weren’t going to be told what to do.

“We’re not finished with our walk,” you said, or rather, snapped. Another cramp squeezing your uterus; making your thighs ache and stomach lurch.

“Oh you definitely are,” Gemma said, starting to turn around, expecting you to follow.

“They aren’t tired yet,” you reasoned, a hand on your hip. Completely unaware that your grey sweatpants were reddening.

“Just shut up and listen, you’re leaking,” Gemma retorted, the kindness fleeing her instantaneously.

“Well fuck!” You said, trying to turn around and see.

‘Oh’ was all you said as you followed her home.

JAX.

The Prince of Charming, also known as the Prince of Death, did not receive his latter title because of all the deaths he had endured, but the ones he had ensured.

This life had promised violence. It had promised death, and he had stayed the course. Even if he tried to leave with Tara and the boys at one point.

It was death that made him stay in this particular way of life.

And it would be this way of life that caused his death.

That very thought swirled around Jax’s mind. It was so ironic that he actually found it somewhat humorous. Death and life, life and death. The two always interconnected.

“Stay with me Jackie boy!” Chibs roared over the rumble of the motorcycle.

The sunset was a reprieve from the jostling of the bike. With each mile gained, less consciousness Jax retained. And he soon found out that not being able to use his core to sit straight, made riding a whole lot less enjoyable.

All he could think about was the people he loved. His boys, Zo, his mother, and his brothers. What his death would bring. How much grieving there would be; it made him sick to think about it. Or maybe it was the bullet lodged in his side that was making him feel ill.

A thumping began in his temple, a headache that drained his energy. It must be the adrenaline wearing off, he thought.

The bike continued to tear down the road and Jax could feel himself bleeding. He didn’t know if he was bleeding out, or just … casually bleeding.

Not daring to look; in case he fell off the bike and threw Chibs off with him. Jax knew that at this speed, it would end up killing them both. He stayed still. Trying his best to keep his breathing steady and his eyes open.

And yet, Jax had no idea where Chibs was going or what the Scotsman was doing, only that he trusted him. And that trust was either going to kill him or save him.

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recycledmoviecostumes · 3 months ago

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This hat has a fun history! Back in 1983, it made its debut in the show 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦, where Francesca Annis portrayed the character Tuppence Beresford. Fast forward to 2004, and the piece reappeared in the beloved TV series 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘵, specifically in the episode 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘭𝘦, where Zoe Telford brought the character Rosalie Otterbourne to life in this thrilling adventure! Learn more: Bit.ly/Acces028

#PartnersInCrime #TheSunningdaleMystery #Poirot #DeathOnTheNile #FrancescaAnnis #TuppenceBeresford #ZoeTelford #RosalieOtterbourne #RecycledMovieCostumes #AgathaChristie

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chrisnaustin · 5 months ago

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If only I were she!

#zoe telford

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lcveblossomed · 8 months ago

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list of muses to be added

sons of anarchy -

kerrianne telford-larkin ; fc - antonia thomas

fiona larkin ; fc - bellina logan

magnolia johnson ; fc - zoe kravitz ( owner of a trendy tattoo parlor by day. club tattoo artist by night )

naomi denvers ; fc - florence pugh ( daughter of a deceased club member with a grudge. baker.)

celeste telford ; fc - cierra ramirez ( daughter of chibs telford & clementine tilden)

mayans mc -

johnny "coco" cruz ; fc - richard cabral

leticia "letty" cruz ; fc - emily totsa

josephine "josie" cruz ; fc - melissa barrera ( half sister of coco. addict & piano prodigy.)

antonia "toni" solis ; fc - karla souza ( childhood friend of the reyes brothers & mother of coco's daughter. surgical nurse.)

elena loza ; fc - sara ramriez ( wife of hank "tranq" lopez & owner of a local strip club. beloved santo padre mayan's matriarch.)

#(and they're all open for interactions with anyone very easy to make fandomless/any other fandom)

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maryholmes94 · 9 months ago

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Rewatched 'The Blind Banker' today. Undeservedly marked by the most viewers as one of the weakest 'Sherlock' episodes, in my rating it occupies the place in the middle closer to the top, and it is my favourite episode from season 1. A rare chance to see a typical Sherlock's and John's investigation, without personal drama and permanent supporting characters (only Mrs Hudson and Molly appear for a couple of moments). The pacing of the story is not too quick and not too slow, the investigation is joint with the depiction of day-to-day routine, and the interactions between the characters are fun to watch. I also like how this episode depicts London - it looks very vivid and genuine. The plot itself is not an adaptation of one concrete Conan Doyle's story, but is more a mixture of various references and ideas, and it works in its favour. Also 'The Blind Banker' presents some very interesting performances from the supporting actors. Gemma Chan is very touching as Soo Lin Yao, Bertie Carvel is a perfect 'posh boy' Seb Wilkes, and Zoe Telford has a good chemistry both with Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch. It's a shame that Sarah Sawyer, her character, had not that much screen time in this series. So it's good that some fic-writers bring her back after the events of season 4.

#SherlockBBC #SherlockSeason1 #TheBlindBanker #SherlockHolmes #JohnWatson #SaraSawyer

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filmhoundsmag · 1 year ago

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"A genius astrophysicist is a new one for me" — Zoe Telford on The Lazarus Project Season 2

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kurtlukiraz · 1 year ago

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İlk sezon oldukça dramatik bir şekilde sona erdi; Janet (Vinette Robinson) aslında zamanda geriye gönderildi ve şimdi George (Paapa Essiedu) bir kurtuluş görevine geri dönmüş gibi görünüyor.Essiedu başrolünü yeniden üstleniyor ve 2. sezonda Anjli Mohindra, Caroline Quentin ve Charly Clive'ın da dönüşü görülüyor.2. sezon kadrosuna ayrıca Colin Salmon (EastEnders), Royce Pierreson (The Witcher), Safia Oakley-Green (Sherwood) gibi yeni yüzler de katılıyor., Lorne MacFadyen (Vigil), Zoe Telford (Genius), Sam Troughton (Litvinenko) ve James Atherton (Hollyoaks).The Lazarus Project'in 2. sezonunun oyuncu kadrosu hakkında bilmeniz gereken her şey için okumaya devam edin.Bilgilerinizi girerek şunları kabul etmiş olursunuz: Şartlar ve koşullar Ve Gizlilik Politikası. Aboneliğinizi istediğiniz zaman iptal edebilirsiniz.The Lazarus Project oyuncuları: 2. sezondaki aktörlerin ve karakterlerin tam listesi1. sezonun oyuncu kadrosunun çoğu 2. sezondaki rollerini yeniden canlandırmak için geri döndü, ancak ikinci sezonda aynı zamanda bilimkurgu destanında sıçrama yapması muhtemel bazı yepyeni karakterlerin de tanıtıldığı görülüyor.Karakterlerin tam listesi aşağıdadır ancak dizide nasıl yer aldıkları ve onları daha önce nerede gördüğünüz hakkında daha fazla bilgi edinmek için aşağı kaydırın.Paapa Essiedu George rolündeAnjli Mohindra Archie rolündeCharly Clive Sarah rolündeRudi Dharmalingam Shiv rolündeWes rolünde Caroline QuentinTom Burke Rebrov rolündeJanet rolünde Vinette RobinsonGreta rolünde Salóme GunnarsdóttirColin Salmon Lerner olarakRoyce Pierreson Bryson olarakAmaree Ali Genç Bryson rolündeBecky rolünde Safia Oakley-GreenLorne MacFadyen Cormac rolündeZoe Telford Dr. Gray rolündeSam Troughton Samson rolündeBrian Gleeson Ross rolündeLukas Loughran Danimarkalı rolündeElaine Tan Zhang rolündeJames AthertonPaapa Essiedu George'u canlandırıyorPaapa Essiedu, The Lazarus Project'in 2. sezonunda George rolünde. Gökyüzü İngiltereGeorge kimdir? George, Lazarus Projesi'nin merkezinde sıra dışı bir zaman yolcusuna dönüşen parlak bir uygulama geliştiricisidir. Görünüşe göre her zaman hayalini kurduğu hayata sahipti ama kendini aynı altı ayı tekrar tekrar yaşarken buluyor. Proje onun varlığını öğrendiğinde işe alınır ve zamanı geri döndürmek için her şeyi yapar.Paapa Essiedu'yu daha önce nerede gördüm? Essiedu, eleştirmenlerce beğenilen I May Destroy You dizisindeki Kwame ve Gangs of London'daki Alex Dumani rolleriyle öne çıktı. O zamandan beri The Capture 2. sezonda, Black Mirror 6. sezonda Demon 79'da rol aldı ve The Effect'in Ulusal Tiyatro yapımında sahne aldı.Anjli Mohindra Archie'yi canlandırıyorThe Lazarus Project'in 2. sezon kadrosu. Gökyüzü İngiltereArchie kimdir? Archie, Lazarus Projesi'nin ana ve güvenilir ajanlarından biridir; çocukluğu ve MI5'teki geçmişi boyunca her zaman akıllı bir yıldız olmuştur.Anjli Mohindra'yı daha önce nerede gördüm? Mohindra, Doctor Who'nun yan ürünü The Sarah Jane Adventures ve BBC'nin hit gerilim filmi Bodyguard'daki rolleriyle tanınıyor. Ayrıca Vigil, The Suspect ve The Peripheral filmlerinde de rol aldı.Charly Clive Sarah'ı canlandırıyorThe Lazarus Project'te Sarah rolünde Charly Clive ve George rolünde Paapa Essiedu. GökyüzüSarah kimdir? Sarah, George'un kız arkadaşıdır ve Londra'da okul öğretmeni olarak çalışırken George, onun haberi olmadan zaman sıfırlamaları yaşamaktadır. Ancak Sky'a göre: "Sarah, dünyanın kaderinin tehlikede olduğu bir olaylar zincirini başlatan kıvılcım olmak üzere."Charly Clive'ı daha önce nerede gördüm? Clive, Tüm Arkadaşlarım Benden Nefret Ediyor, Pure ve The Lazarus Project'in ilk sezonunda rol aldı.Rudi Dharmalingam Shiv'i canlandırıyorRudi Dharmalingam, Lazarus Projesi'ndeki Shiv rolünde. GökyüzüShiv kimdir? Shiv, doğduğundan beri zaman atlamalarını anlayabiliyor ve bu da ona akranlarından farklı bir deneyim yaşatıyor. Önemli bir ahlaki kuralları vardır ve işe olan inancı zaman zaman sarsılsa da George'u Projeye geri getirmek için yola çıkar.Rudi Dharmalingam'ı daha önce nerede gördüm? Dharmalingam, Hollyoaks, The Split, Our Girl ve Wakefield'daki rolleriyle tanınıyor. Ayrıca Coronation Street, Casualty ve The Cleaner filmlerinde de rol aldı.Caroline Quentin Wes'i canlandırıyorCaroline Quentin, The Lazarus Project'in 2. sezonunda Wes rolünde. Gökyüzü İngiltereWes kimdir? Lazarus Projesi'nin lideri Wes, dünyanın ne zaman sıfırlanması gerektiği konusunda çağrı yapan zorlu bir liderdir. Bu, her taraftan memnuniyetle karşılanan bir karar olmasına rağmen, o, gözü kara bir şekilde acımasız olmaya devam ediyor.Caroline Quentin'i daha önce nerede gördüm? Quentin yıllar boyunca çeşitli dizilerde rol aldı ve Men Behaving Badly'deki Dorothy rolüyle ve Jonathan Creek'teki Maddie Magellan rolüyle ün kazandı. Ayrıca Life of Riley, Blue Murder'da rol aldı ve Strictly Come Dancing'in 18. sezonunda yarışmacı olarak yer aldı.Tom Burke Rebrov'u canlandırıyorTom Burke, Lazarus Projesi'ndeki Rebrov rolünde. GökyüzüRebrov kimdir? Eski bir Lazarus Projesi ajanı olan Rebrov, projenin birçok haininden biri olarak tanımlandı. Her zaman atlamasıyla daha da tehlikeli hale geliyor ama zaman atlamalarını tamamen durdurmayı başarabilecek mi?Tom Burke'ü daha önce nerede gördüm? Burke, Strike'daki Cormoran Strike rolüyle tanınıyor ama aynı zamanda The Musketeers, War & Peace ve Mank filmlerindeki rolleriyle de tanınıyor.Vinette Robinson Janet'i canlandırıyorVinette Robinson, The Lazarus Project'teki Janet rolünde. GökyüzüJanet kimdir? Janet, Rebrov'un eski ortağıdır ancak ondan farklı olarak sahtekarlık yapmamıştır, ancak takıma sırtını dönmüş eski bir Lazarus Projesi ajanıdır. 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𝙏𝙒𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍.

He had been gone for a fortnight.

Pulled away on club business, Jax said this would be a common occurrence. Even though he knew it would happen, it didn't stop him from thinking of you every minute.

He thought about your hazel eyes, long red-brown hair, and all those tattoos…that he had yet to touch.

This was the longest Jax had left for club business, and it drove you mad. After that night of confessions, your relationship progressed. You had your first date only a few days after deciding to be with each other. And if anything, your relationship was a bit back to front.

At least it didn’t start with a one-night stand. In fact, you hadn’t fucked Jax at all. Not once. You had come close, but there was always an interruption; something with the club, his kids, or either of you just not being ready.

And you still hadn’t been formally introduced to Abel and Thomas.

The thought sent a jolt of both shivers and through you. If everything Jax said was true, then, well… you were going to be their stepmother.

The word felt sour in your mouth. Stepmother. The first word a person associated with that was evil - thanks to the many fairytales. But you weren’t evil. Far from it. Just a woman who loved a man and wanted to spend the rest of her days with him.

Plus, motherhood – you hadn’t even thought of it. Having a child yourself felt like a faraway event, something that was years away. Many, many years away. It would happen in the future. But for now, you only had to get to know Abel and Thomas.

But to do that…

You had to get through Wendy and Gemma.

- ✦ -

After Jax said he was leaving for club business, you thought it was a good idea to go back to work (even though Jax would have paid your wage, so you didn’t have to.) But you wanted to do something with your time, and where would Skeeter be without you? Up to his knees in paperwork and shit. That’s what.

To survive the time that Jax was away, he would call you every night. It was around the same time; early in the morning when he knew you would be awake. So, around 2-3am. And that worked just fine for him, since sleeping wasn’t an easy feat. And it worked perfectly for you, who was at work, alone (beside the newly patched in member outside – Happy was away as well).

At night, nightmares littered Jax’s mind.

Images of Tara, of his boys’ faces when he told them about her going to heaven. But you became his solace. And that meant he was eager to introduce you to his boys.

You sat at the front desk of Dubrowski's Funeral Home; paperwork scattered around you. For a moment you stared out the window, noticing that the darkness outside was closer to the morning then the evening. And yet, you were wide awake. An electrical buzz vibrating through your body, you couldn’t help the anticipation you felt.

The radio played old music; 70s, 80s, 90s, hits that you had heard a thousand times by now. The radio station loved to play the same thing. It was the only station that was on at this time. You looked over at the clock, and it read 3:25am. Late. He never waited this long to call. Sadness turned into dread when you thought about all the possibilities that could have happened to Jax.

He's fine. Probably just forgot to charge his phone, or maybe he lost it or – buzz! You leapt from your seat and grabbed your phone to see the name that popped up, Pretty Boy Teller, and you pressed answer.

- ✦ -

You had thought about Jax, naked, for a very long time. Never would you admit it, but you had daydreamed about being with him … seeing his cock. What did it look like? Was it big? What if you didn’t live up to his other experiences?

Those thoughts usually wormed their way into your mind right before you fell asleep. You had even masturbated over him. Different scenarios of you and him. Sometimes in the clubhouse, sometimes in your house, and sometimes in the shower or ... a public bathroom.

However, your sexual desires always had one thing in common: Jax was the dominant one. Even though you were a lady that could handle herself, you wanted to be looked after in the bedroom.

But the time for your questions to be answered was looming, and you couldn't deny the growing anxiety within you.

What if you didn't live up to Jax's expectations?

- ✦ -

You thought kissing Jax for the first time was the best day of your life. But no. Seeing him leaning against his bike in your driveway takes the cake.

“How you doin’ sweetheart?” Jax says with a smirk, his hair slicked back and hands in his jean pockets.

You knew he was toying with you. And you played along.

“I’m alright,” you reply nonchalantly, resting against the doorway, blinking slowly.

He broke first.

“Get over here,” Jax said in a low growl. He stalked over to you and even though you were a step ahead above him, he was still a few inches above you.

“I got something for you,” he opened his kutte and took out a box from the inside pocket. His smile reached his eyes and the crinkled with delight. He couldn’t wait for you to open it. Over your many conversations you spoke about your love for sterling silver rings, especially the chunky ones.

“And don’t take this as … a sign…” he gave a little shake of the head and huffed a small laugh. Slightly embarrassed.

His tanned hand held out the box and you took it. Flipping open the box, you saw a silver skull with a crown on its head.

While you inspected it, Jax kept talking, “I saw it in a shop in the town we were staying at. And I – I thought of you.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and wanted to jump into his arms and plant kisses all over his face. But you held back, trying to keep your cool. But Jax could see the blaze in your eyes, the burning desire. Because … you were finally alone together.

“Thank you, Jax,” you said in your most sultry voice.

But time was ticking, and the club house party had already started.

- ✦ -

The clubhouse was alive with energy. As if it had a soul of its own, the building breathed along with everyone else. Fires burned outside in bins, warming those who preferred the night air. Even though no children were here tonight, there was a mini playground with a set of swings in a small, fenced area, clearly showing that kids were here often throughout the day.

You were surprised with how many people were here. Even outside, there were many tattooed men and women; speaking, flirting, laughing, dancing to music. As you got off of the bike, Jax threaded his fingers into yours. There was an overwhelming smell of booze and cigarettes. My kinda party, you thought, as you walked hand in hand with Jax.

“Don’t worry darlin’, this is gonna be fun.” Jax turned to you with a gleam in his eye and leaned down to give you a kiss. Leading you toward the building, the crunch of boots on gravel filled your ears, and then all once, everyone noticed Jax.

You watched as people flocked toward him, both known and unknown faces. But one stands out the most. Wendy. She stood with her arms crossed her chest, high-heeled black boots pointed toward you, almost like two loaded guns. Her blonde hair perfectly curled, and her lips pursed, you noticed how dolled up she was. And you knew who for. Jax.

Looking at her straight in the eye, you slid your arm around Jax’s waist and moved closer to him. His body’s response was instant. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept it there for most of the night.

- ✦ -

As soon as you walked inside, you were met with the loud boom of both yours and Jax’s names.

“Jax! Zo!” Tig yelled and grabbed the bottle in front of him, a stray glass and poured you a drink. Bobby was nowhere to be seen, and Chibs was sitting at the bar surrounded by croweaters. When he heard your name, he left his chair and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey Tig, Chibs-” you laughed, holding the glass so that it didn’t spill from the hug. Jax had already unwound himself from you and went to hug his mother, Gemma, who was staring you down like … a goddamn piece of meat. Even when she hugged her son, and kissed him on the cheek, her eyes never left yours.

Lady Death. The one who had birthed the Prince, was wearing all black, even down to her shiny heeled heels.

Fuck, you thought. And downed the drink from Tig.

With croweaters eyeing you, but never looking directly in your eyes, you walked over to the Queen.

“Hi, I’m Zoe,” you said with a smile. Hoping she couldn’t smell fear.

- ✦ -

This is going well, you thought, trying not to say the wrong thing. Gemma wasn’t being too hard on you, but she was asking a lot of questions. ‘Where do you live,’ ‘Where do you work,’ ‘How long have you been in Charming,’ ‘Do you have any family.’ You answered each with grace and humour. Even Tig came over to add to the conversation.

“I ugh, I’ve known Jax for a while-“ answering mid question, you heard the approaching noise of high heels. Clip clop, clip clop.

“Well Jax, I guess she wasn’t a one night stand afterall?”

Wendy’s voice filled your ears, and you were glad for Tig’s drink.

You didn’t even look at Jax for an answer.

Yes, Wendy felt like a threat to you. Her history with Jax left you with unbridled jealousy. But it was plain fucking obvious that you were a threat to her too.

Your head whipped around to find Wendy with a slight smirk on her pretty face. Black kohl and thickened lashes enhanced her eyes; doing their best to stare you down.

“Hey, I could be an escort for all you know,” you replied back with a ghost of a smile, not caring a single bit about what Wendy thought of you. As she started to reply, you walked over to the bar and asked for the lone bottle of Rye.

The croweater behind the bar gave it to you, and a fresh glass.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not the first time Jax has dabbled in that area,” You heard the defeat in Wendy’s voice. You could almost feel it.

Both the Teller’s were watching the show, Gemma enjoying it much more than her son. He was about to step in after you had taken a full shot of the whiskey. But you re-filled it and handed the glass to Wendy.

Not expecting that move, Wendy took the glass and at the same time, Jax took ahold of your free hand.

“C’mon babe,” Jax seemed to growl, both with light-heartedness and a possessiveness that everyone in the room felt.

- ✦ -

The ride back felt torturous. The wet growing between your thighs worsened beneath the rumbling of the bike. It was almost like the motor vibrated, and your hands clutched onto Jax’s shirt tighter. Leaning your head forward, you rested it against Jax, and you wanted so badly for him to turn onto the side of the road and take you there.

But you knew Jax wouldn’t want anyone to see you that way. You were only for his eyes. It was one of the things he had said during one of your phone calls.

The night flew by in a blur, and then suddenly you were home and the bike stopped, and you were pulled inside.

Within seconds, Jax’s mouth was on yours, his tongue toying with your own. His leg pushed the door shut, without his mouth leaving yours and pushed you against the wall. With arms on either side of your head, he pulled back and looked deep into your eyes.

“You’re mine,” he growled. Not moving until you said it back.

“I’m yours,” you breathed and leaned down to nip your bottom lip with his teeth.

“That’s right, Princess,” and he removed his hands from either side of your head. The look in his eye made goosebumps erupt over your skin. And the wetness between your thighs started to become overwhelming. You wanted to reach down and relieve yourself, but you knew who was in charge here.

Hands travelling over your shirt, Jax took off your jacket, “arms up, sweetheart,” complying, he lifted your shirt over your arms and his eyes landed on your laced bra.

Jax smirked, and ran his fingers down your lips, to your throat, and over the warm place between your breasts. But he didn’t stop there. Jax’s finger travelled downward, and when he came upon the heat at your core, he growled.

Jax didn’t say anything but made the most animalistic rumble in his throat. Using his whole hand, he gripped your cunt over your jeans.

Flicking from the Prince of Death to Jax Teller, he kissed you again.

“You excited there, Princess?” His voice reeked of arrogance, and with one finger he wiped it against your wetness and brought it to his mouth. Sucking on his fingers, he told you to open wide.

You did as you were told and opened your mouth. The mixture of your slick and Jax’s spit entered your mouth and you moaned.

The sound drove him mad. He had wanted you for so long, and now … now he got to have you.

“Mine,” he growled again and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his middle and walked you into the bedroom. You felt the hardness in his pants. And every time he took a step, it bumped against your ass.

The whole time, you stared at Jax. Unwavering longing that was finally happening. But it wouldn’t be until the morning that the thought would sink in.

Laying you down on the bed, Jax took a moment to stare down at the masterpiece below him. A woman who had been there the whole time. Who Jax had felt so connected to, for all these years.

“You okay with this?” Jax said, his chest heaving up and down, adrenaline surging through his veins.

“Of course I’m fucking sure,” you said with a mischievous smile.

Nostrils flaring, Jax took off his kutte, shirt and unbuckled his pants. You took off your pants and kicked them aside in a flurry.

And then your bodies connected.

With nothing but your undergarments on, Jax slowly moved your bra straps down and threaded your arms through them. Your pointed nipples peaked just above the lace, and you moaned from the feeling of the material.

Leaning down, Jax’s hot mouth encased your nipple and bit down. Pleasure bloomed inside you, making your hot core even wetter. Jax’s hand grabbed your other breast and started kneading it, and in that moment he created a world that was only for your pleasure and desire.

But soon you turned impatient and tried your best to rub your core against the hardness of his cock, which was still in his boxers. And then you felt Jax’s smile against your body, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. With a huff, you threaded your hands through his hair and tugged lightly.

Pulling his head upwards you lunged up and pressed your lips against his. With his attention in the kiss, you pulled down his underwear and let his cock spring free.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel its size and length. Girthy, veined and … big. Oh, fucking hell, you thought to yourself.

He sucked in a breath as one of your hands grabbed it and moved back and forth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded.

Within seconds, your panties and bra were ripped off of you and your legs were wrapped around his middle.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” and Jax centred his cock at your entrance. And took a moment to slowly tease between your folds.

You whined in response, and Jax laughed.

“Okay sweetheart,” he huffed and pushed his cock inside of you.

His strokes started off slow; Jax wanted you to adjust to his size before he did anything else.

But you wanted him deep inside of you, so you tightened your legs around his waist and bucked upward to meet him. Partially surprised, he groaned in response and leaned forward, with his forearms on either side of your head.

He stopped mid thrust to look you in the eyes. Jax’s blue ones bore into you, silently expressing how he felt. The longing over the years had been leading to this.

Jax gently flicked his nose against yours, then pressed his lips to your own. You whimpered into the kiss, your insides feeling like honey as you felt every movement, both physical and emotional.

Then Jax started plunging deeper and harder inside of you. The whole while, his lips were on your own, needing to kiss you. To feel as much of you as he could. He had daydreamed about the two of you ever since that night at Skeeter’s.

When the plunging turned to pounding, your core started to build. It was when Jax moved one of his hands to play with your clit, did you realise just how brilliant this man was in bed.

“Jax, I- I’m going to-“ You whined inside his mouth.

“C’mon baby, do it,” and with his words, his fingers and his cock still inside of you, you came.

The noises that left your mouth were ones only Jax was going to here from now. And he thought they were absolutely divine. A piece of heaven that was only for him.

And it was the sound of your orgasm that made him cum. When he went to pull out of you, you tightened your grip around his waist and pleaded for him to cum inside of you.

“I’m on the pill,” you rasped, assuring him. Although, he wouldn’t mind putting a baby inside of you.

- ✦ -

The morning light filtered through the barely shut curtains. Warm and bright, it mirrored exactly how you felt inside. Jax hadn’t woken yet; this was the first night that he was able to finally sleep. And get a full night’s rest, well, not a full night…

Your hands lightly ran over the exposed flesh. Heat blooming through your body as you recalled the activities you did last night.

You could already see the hickies forming on Jax, and you knew you had just as many. If it was childish, you didn’t care. It was your first time together. All you knew was that you loved the feeling of his body against yours. And that meant your ability to reason was completely out the window.

Your time of admiration was cut short, as it took Jax only a few minutes to wake. But the way he smiled at you - sleepily and bleary-eyed but with utter love - made you silently thank any and every god for being allowed to be his.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” Jax's voice was raspy and slightly deeper than usual. And instantly it created butterflies in your stomach. God, even your toes tingled.

“Good morning, Jax,” you said, embarrassment creeping up on you. You did your best not to show it, but you couldn't let him look at you any longer. So, you buried your face in his chest.

Laughing, he flipped you over and moved the hair from your face. Forcing you to see him. For a heartbeat, he just looked at you, the woman he loved. Then he bent down and kissed you. After a few moments, he pulled back.

“I have a question to ask you,” he said slightly above a whisper.

Your stomach gurgled. “Yes?”

“Do you think you’d be up to meeting my boys today?”

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