#abel obviously takes after his mother

[trashsfanficgarden]

After Abel's design was leaked, I finally dug this out of my forgotten files and decided to finish it.

This is just my personal take on Cain and Abel for an AU I’d like to write someday.

Anyway, more about Adam and Eve's most famous children.

Cain, the firstborn and the family’s problem child. With a bad temper and a long history of reckless decisions made in the heat of the moment, he lost his parents’ and siblings’ trust a long time ago.

It’s not that he means to hurt anyone on purpose, but ever since he realized how different he was from his siblings, he’s struggled to find his place and truly feel like part of the family.

Weird fact: For some reason, Cain seems to age a little more slowly than his siblings.

Abel, the golden boy of the family. he is favored by his parents for his strong, reliable character. As the second oldest child, he’s the one who looks after his younger sisters and keeps Cain in check whenever their parents are out. He can get a bit bossy at times, but he always tries to be the kind of big brother his sisters can rely on.

Even though he plays along with his parents, Abel has his own doubts about their origins and doesn’t fully believe their stories about angels.

Fun fact: Abel is the most powerful human soul after his parents.

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

A Lesson in Love - Bob

Pairing: Bob / Female!Reader (Referred to as Ms. T)

Word Count: 1.8k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Bob Being Adorable; Valentine's Day Shenanigans; Bob Deals with a Lot of Meddlers; Bob Has a Niece Named Phoebe; Reader is Female, but No Physical Description, Reader Referred to as "Ms. T" (The "T" stands for Teacher because I'm so Creative), No Use of Y/N

Summary: Bob has no plans for Valentine's Day. So, he gets set up to meet his niece's very cute teacher instead.

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Bob didn’t really have any specific thoughts on Valentine’s Day. If he had a partner, he would do something special, of course, but he wasn’t bothered by the fact that he spent the last four Valentine’s Days in a row single. He was deployed for three of them and he didn’t have anything planned this Valentine’s Day. 

Quietly, he was honestly happy with it. Everyone seemed to put so much stress over a random weekday and he was content to avoid the chaos. But there were several people in his life who were not. 

And he was almost completely sure that his mom and Phoenix were scheming behind his back. 

“You still don’t have any plans tonight?” Phoenix asked Bob, who shook his head. 

“No. I was just going to do some more paperwork and probably call it an early night. Maybe I’ll watch that new documentary that Penny recommended.” 

“Please tell me that something in there is a code word,” Fanboy stated, causing Bob to roll his eyes. “Come on, Bob, just let one of us set you up on a blind date.” 

“I have a list,” Phoenix offered, but Bob shook his head. 

“A first date on Valentine’s Day? That’s a great idea! How could that possibly go wrong?” he returned sarcastically, causing Phoenix and Fanboy to share a look. 

But before anyone could speak again, Bob’s phone started to buzz. Fishing it out of his pocket, Bob saw his mom’s contact pop up and excused himself from the table. He answered the call as he walked out of the mess.

“Hey, Ma, what do you need?” 

“Why do you just assume that I’m calling because I need something, Robert? A mother can’t just check up on her son?” Bob waited for a moment before his mom added, “Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day?”

“Goodbye, Ma.” 

“I only ask because I completely forgot that Phoebe’s parent-teacher conference is tonight and your father and I already made plans. I was going to have our neighbor, Ms. Abel, watch her for a few hours, but obviously she can’t attend the parent-teacher conference for us.” 

“What time is her parent-teacher conference?” 

“Seven.” 

“I’ll just watch Phoebe tonight. That's fine, Ma. I’ll pick her up from your house after work.” 

“Thank you, sweetheart! And maybe you’ll meet someone there—” 

“—Oh, sorry, Ma, there’s an alarm going off, I have to go. Bye.” 

“Robert Martin Floyd—” 

Bob hung up the phone and sighed to himself before heading back inside the mess. What was it about Valentine’s Day that made everyone lose their minds?

“Who was that?” Phoenix asked as Bob sat back down.

“My ma. She asked me to take my niece to her parent-teacher conference for her.” 

“That’s better than paperwork,” Fanboy conceded.

“Is her teacher cute?” Phoenix questioned. 

“Do you hear that alarm going off?” Bob suggested, causing Phoenix to roll her eyes. 

~~~~~

“Alright, you lead the way,” Bob stated, setting his niece on the ground from the car. “You’re the pilot here, Bee.” 

“Come on, Uncle Bob,” Phoebe called, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her. “We’re going to be late!” 

“Bee, we’re ten minutes early.” 

But Bob still let his niece practically drag him through the halls of her elementary school. Phoebe marched him down the ‘First Grade’ wing and stopped in front of a purple door. But Bob held her back from going inside.

“There’s people in there. Just sit and wait for a little bit. We’re early.” 

Bob sat Phoebe down in one of the short chairs meant for children and sat in the similarly short chair beside her. And with his long legs, he looked rather comedic sitting there. Phoebe talked his ear off about all of the art that was hung up and Bob complimented her paintings. 

The sound of the door opening caused Bob to turn his head. A couple stepped out of the classroom, followed by Phoebe’s teacher, who was dressed in a soft pink dress with paper hearts that were clearly cut out by her students taped to it. She bid the couple goodbye before turning to Bob and Phoebe, who jumped up from her seat when she realized that it was her turn. 

“Hi, Ms. T!” 

“Hi, Phoebe,” Ms. T greeted the little girl kindly before turning to Bob.

The wizzo in question awkwardly got to his feet from the child-sized chair under Ms. T’s gaze and tried to subtly smooth his shirt down. Phoebe’s teacher was cute, though he wouldn’t mention that to Phoenix or his mom. She radiated kindness but had that distinct look in her eye that she could quickly knock anyone down a few pegs. 

Bob could quickly tell why Phoebe liked her so much. 

“And who did you bring with you?” Ms. T asked Phoebe. 

“This is my Uncle Bob,” Phoebe stated, pulling Bob forward. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Bob returned, holding out his hand for Ms. T to shake. “My parents couldn’t make it, so I’m standing in for them. I’m Phoebe’s uncle.” 

“I already said that,” Phoebe reminded Bob.

“Oh, of course. I’ve seen your names on some of her forms. Please, come in.” 

Bob took his seat at the front of the room and was relieved that he wouldn’t have to look ridiculous sitting in a child-sized seat again. Phoebe sat in the hallway, coloring and playing with toys, while Bob and Ms. T discussed her progress. 

Ms. T showed Bob a standardized worksheet that listed basic skills with comments about how Ms. T thought that Phoebe was doing. Bob listened to her comments on Phoebe’s performance intently and was relieved to find out that they were pretty much all positive.

“The only area that I think that Phoebe can improve on is her confidence,” Ms. T stated, causing Bob to nod. “She’s smart and a very thoughtful little girl. And if I thought she knew that I wouldn’t say anything, but I don’t think she does. There’s nothing wrong with being quiet or shy, but I don’t want her to ever get discouraged or down on herself.”

“Shyness runs in our family,” Bob stated, causing Ms. T to smile softly. “My dad’s side. So, this isn’t a shock.”

“How is Phoebe at home?”

“She won’t stop talking or bossing me around, but I understand that school with kids her own age is a different environment from that.”

“Yes, it is. She’s very outgoing if it’s one on one or if she’s with her friends, but she just needs a little more support in public situations.”

“I could try and come to more of her school events. I’ll talk to my Captain about moving some things in my schedule,” Bob suggested, causing Phoebe’s teacher to nod. “Not that my mom isn’t here to support Phoebe, but I don’t think that she knows the meaning of the word ‘shy.’”

“I can understand that,” Ms. T mused, chuckling softly. “Well, I can give you a list of some class events that we have between now and the end of the year.” 

She got up from her table and walked to the back of the room to grab a piece of paper. Scribbling something on it quickly, she walked back over and handed the paper to Bob, whose eyes immediately dropped to the number that she had written down. 

“I’m assuming that your mom already has it, but that’s the number to my school phone. And my email too. And here is the kids’ schedule,” she continued, pulling out another piece of paper and handing it over to Bob. “You can feel free to call me during any of the breaks that you see where they’re in specials or lunch.” 

“Thank you,” Bob replied, smiling kindly in return. “I’ll let you know what events I can make.” 

They walked out to the hallway and Phoebe quickly popped up from her table and came trotting over. Staring up at her Uncle Bob with that distinct begging look that Bob always ended up cracking for, Phoebe glanced between Bob and her teacher.

“Ice cream?” 

“Yeah, I think we can get ice cream,” Bob agreed, kneeling down to Phoebe’s height. “But if grandma asks?”

“We got brussel sprouts.” 

“That’s right.” 

Phoebe smiled and bounced in place, eager to go. She bid goodbye to Ms. T, promising to see her tomorrow, before grabbing Bob’s hand and urging him away. 

“It was nice meeting you,” Bob called back to Ms. T, who laughed and waved goodbye to them. 

“I hope to see you again,” she returned before Phoebe tugged Bob around the corner. 

~~~~~

Four Months Later . . .

“Phoebe Floyd,” Ms. T called out.

The crowd of family members—and several supportive naval aviators—cheered as Phoebe jogged across the stage. Ms. T gave her a little badge to signify that she was now a second grader before gently nudging her to join her other classmates. 

And once they went through the rest of the kids, the day wrapped up. Bob picked up Phoebe and spun her around until his mom urged him to put her down so that they could take family pictures. After a few, Phoebe tugged on Bob’s hand until he bent down to her level. Phoebe leaned over and cupped her hands around his ear. 

“Ms. T needs help carrying stuff back to the classroom.” 

“Yeah?” Bob asked, causing Phoebe to nod quickly before leaning in again.

“Can I be the flower girl?” Phoebe added, earning a choked sound from her uncle.

Ms. T was in the middle of gathering the decorations when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she smiled softly when she saw Bob jogging over to her. 

“Need any help?”

“I won’t turn it down.” 

“So, are you excited for summer vacation?” Bob asked Ms. T, who nodded in return. “Do you have any plans?”

“I was hoping that some cute naval aviator with these big dorky glasses and these big blue eyes was going to ask me on a date,” Ms. T stated, causing Bob to flush with embarrassment. “But I don’t know if that will ever happen.” 

“Well, maybe he was waiting for you to no longer be his niece’s teacher before asking you out,” Bob replied, taking the box from her hands. “Which reminds me, do you have any plans for Friday night?”

“I do now,” Ms. T replied with a wide smile. 

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

CWF human AU :

So, Adam is Vaggie's godfather, well, that's messy. I wouldn't be surprised if 6 years old Vaggie told Lute that she and Adam should just be together, because not only they're best friends, but they obviously love each other (Vaggie saw how they looked at each other) and Sera has to take Vaggie for the day because Lute being told that messed with her mind.

Seth probably assumed that it was why his father often visited Lute, though he definitely understood that Adam and lute were a thing when he was like 10 or 11.

Considering Cain was jealous of Abel in the Bible, I think than here, Abel managed to accept the divorce pretty easily and his lack of venom toward Lute and Vaggie+being a nice caring guy got Adam and Sera, Sera who's probably some sort of honorary aunt for the Eden sons, and this pissed off Cain who thought his brother was being a traitor and a suck-up.

Vaggie with a soft g probably is how both Adam and Cain call her, at least depending of the situation. I think than Adam always call her Vaggie with a soft g, and if she get upset over it he just bribe her with sweets or money.

Meanwhile, Abel call her Maria, Seth call her Vaggie with a hard G, and I think Cain usually call her Guerrera unless he's pissed, and there he say Vaggie with a soft g.

For Abel, calling her that is because he know Vagatha is not her real name and he's appalled by that immature joke, furthermore, considering his link to plants, I imagine that he helped her learn about plants and she actually liked it too, even if it's not her interest, unlike Cain who prefer being with his animals and find Abel's interests stupid and Seth who isn't interested even if not hostile.

Seth just always knew the name as Vaggie with a hard G, especially since his mother as well as Sera and Lute told him the soft g was just a thing Adam did as a Godfather.

I think the only one of Adam's sons Lute really get along with is Seth, pre reveal at least, because Cain hate her, I think Lute is too agressive for Abel to appreciate her and she most likely doesn't get his interests, though there's no real hostility, simply non-compatibility, while Seth would have seen Lute since he's a baby, and she's simply his dad's cool friend.

How did Vaggie's relationship with her half-brothers and father changed after she learned they were her family?

I think the reveal of Adam being Vaggie's father is one of the events that started to kick off Emily's doubts on her link to Sera.

Sera knew Vaggie was Adam's daughter, and Emily would have been in her mother's belly when Vaggie was born.

If Sera could keep secret something like that, despite being Vaggie's godmother, what else could she keep?

I think Emily started wondering before, but learning Vaggie's godfather was also Vaggie's father and the fact that none of the adults ever told it, despite the fact than Vaggie knew her brothers since her youth definitely made her consider the possibility that there were other lies in families.

Sera and Vaggie probably had a quite heated argument too, with Emily siding with Vaggie.

What anger Vaggie the most probably is that the secret wasn't that necessary from her pov, she knew Adam well, and Lute and him not being together made it clear she wouldn't have had anything like a normal family, but she love her family, Emily is like a cousin, Sera+Adam and Lute's armies buddies are like her aunts, Adam is weird but she like him well enough.

So why the secret?

I think than after the fiasco of the reveal, Vaggie decided to do ballet at Carmilla's school, as she need to do a physically intensive activity that wasn't like what her mother did, and beside, Vaggie always liked dancing.

On a more cheerful note, Vaggie probably learned dancing, flamenco most likely (the Guerrera being of Spanish origin) from her mom, as dancing was something Agatha and Lucia loved to do together.

Hum, and now than I realize it, Lute got her name through her mother, since Guerrera was Agatha's name before Hector,which make sense tbf if there's a question of prestige.

I love the mental image of Adam struggling to learn the music of guitar to go along Lute's dancing when they were in the army, Adam's music likely was one of the few ways to distract themselves after all.

When did Charlie and Vaggie started going out? And I know Lute's reaction was bad (with mother-daughter actually fighting each other) but what was Adam's reaction when Lute brought it up to him?

I propose Vaggie meeting Carmilla at 14 to give reasonable time for her to learn it, furthermore, at this point in life, Vaggie's trust in her adult figures is shattered, be it her mother, her godparents Sera and Adam or Lute and Adam's old army buddies, who would definitely have known the truth.

Okay, this is a long one, so it's gonna take a bit to fully answer....

Young Vaggie definitely once suggested her mother get married to Adam. because, yeah. she absolutely could tell the two of them had a thing for each other. She didn't understand why her mom had such a negative reaction to the suggestion until she was quite a bit older.

Seth and Vaggie were both really excited at the idea of their dad and mom, respectively, getting married when they were really little. Because they were best friends and if their parents got married, that would make them siblings. They even use that at least once to try and convince Adam and Lute to get married, and basically all the adults present can feel the tension in the air because they all know the secret of Vaggie's parentage, but these kids have no clue...

You are right that part of what makes Cain resentful of Abel in this AU is the fact that, despite being two years younger, Abel had a much easier time accepting his parents' decision to get a divorce. While Cain felt upset and betrayed by what happened, and kept trying to blame someone, despite Adam and Eve explaining to their sons that it was nobody's fault - they just weren't happy being married to each other anymore. Abel was also a bit upset, but was much more easily comforted by the promise both his parents made that even if they weren't married anymore, and they weren't in love, they did still care about each other and they both were going to love Abel and his brothers as much as they ever had.

Basically hit the nail on the head for what each of the Eden men calls Vaggie - Seth really is the only one who calls her by her actual first name, and pronounces it the way it's actually supposed to be said. Though Cain is the only one who calls her Vaggie with the soft G out of malice; with Adam, it's mostly just him being sort of playful, and, he'd argue, the way he's supposed to say it, since he is the one who picked her first name, and knows how you're supposed to pronounce it.

Lute isn't super close to any of Adam's sons, but Seth is definitely the one she gets along the best with, for basically the reasons you said. Plus, he's the closest in age to her daughter and the two kids are really close, so she kind of just ends up seeing Seth more often than either Cain or Abel, since while usually Vaggie would go over to Eve's place after school to hang out with Seth until Lute got out of work, it wasn't like the inverse never happened, and Seth stayed over at Lute's to play with Vaggie.

I think Vaggie's relationship with Adam changed more than her relationships with any of her half-brothers once she learned the truth of their relationship. Obviously things were different all around, but I don't actually think the way Cain, Abel, or Seth really treated Vaggie would be super impacted by them learning they were siblings, at least once the initial shock of the reveal has passed. But with Adam, the fact that he was her father - and he knew the whole time - did make Vaggie think of him differently for a while. She admits that she almost wishes he was less involved in her life than he was, because then she wouldn't have to deal with the fact that technically her father was around for her whole life up to that point...she just had no clue who he was because both he and her mother actively chose to lie to her.

Honestly, Vaggie's "fall" in this AU is likely at least somewhat the result of the fall-out from the reveal of Adam being her father, because out of anger and just being hurt at the secrecy, there is a bit of a rift between Lute and Vaggie, and Vaggie actually starts kind of acting out and pushing her mother away. She starts occasionally skipping school and refusing to go home, no matter how much Lute tries to make her. And it leads to a minor, but still physical altercation where after it's done, Lute is convinced to let Vaggie have some space to deal with her feelings - but with the caveat that if Vaggie won't come home, she has to at least make sure she's staying with people Lute at least trusts to keep her safe - which are the Morningstars (Lute isn't a huge fan of Lucifier or especially Lilith, but she knows they wouldn't let anything happen to Vaggie) or the Celestes.

And it is during this time where Vaggie meets the Carmine twins, Odette and Clara, and they introduce her to their mother, who is starting up a new ballet studio in town after having recently moved in. And Vaggie takes them up on the offer of trying it out, if only to have something to keep her busy now that she's taking an indefinite break from fencing lessons to avoid her mother as much as she can. She did also continue to do the flamenco dancing that she'd learned from Lute growing up, and actually enjoyed doing both, to her slight surprise.

Charlie and Vaggie were probably around like, 15 when they started seriously dating? They may have kissed a bit and gone on a couple dates when they were a little younger, but it wasn't until then that they actually decided to make it official that they were actually in a relationship.

Finding out that Adam was Vaggie's father absolutely helped to really push Emily into wondering if her "sister" had been keeping any other secrets, especially from her. Because part of her had always wondered why Sera was always so unwilling to tell Emily much about their parents, or why she apparently had no pictures of them, despite how close they'd apparently been. For most of her life, she just took any of Sera's explanations as fact because, why would she lie to her about that? But now that she's seen that Sera would lie about something like who Vaggie's father is, she has to wonder what else she may have been capable of lying about....

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1. Abel Teller 18+

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Abel Teller 18+

Y/n P.O.V

         When I first became friends with Abel and Thomas people told me they'd get me hurt, but I obviously didn't listen. We grew up together, running around the compound, and causing trouble. When my parents died the club took me in, and I have the biggest family I could ever imagine. The only time things got hectic is when this cop would come around asking questions, and would only pissed people off. Like when they told Thomas the truth about Tara, and then told Abel he almost died because of Wendy. They both went to the cabin, Thomas came back after four months, but Abel stayed for almost a year. When he came back he told the club he wanted to join, but they didn't take him seriously. It wasn't until yesterday when Jax and Abel got into a fight about him being a prospect. 

"I've seen everything you do anyways. What's the problem?"Abel argues.

"Because there's deeper shit you have no idea about!'' Jax yells back. 

"I can handle it. I've survived this far." Abel just shrugs as he sits his beer down. 

"I knew I should've made your mother take you away, but no she wanted you to be here in Charming." Jax sighs. "You can't join the club, and be okay later. It eats away at you. I've tried for so long to get this club in order, but you can't stop a train wreck." Jax shakes his head as he walks into their meeting room.

          The bar is quiet until Abel slammed the door behind him, and they went back to what they were doing. I look at the door, thinking how Jax could be right, and how much pain I've seen the ol ladies go through. Abel won't listen though, he's always had a timer even when we were kids, and he beat up this boy for making a constant noise. Thomas sitting across from me takes me out of my mind. Now Thomas is different, he's more of the quiet, shy guy, but like they say you have to watch those quiet ones. Thomas learned a lot from Happy, so I could only imagine what he can actually do.

"Can you go calm him down? I can't deal with him today." He asks.

      I nod, drinking the last of my beer, before walking outside. By the slamming of metal it didn't take long to figure out where he was, so I headed toward the garage. He was crouched by his bike, mumbling under his breath, and throwing tools around. 

"Abel." I softly say as I shut the door. 

"What (y/n)?" He doesn't turn from his bike. 

"I just wanted to check on you." I tell him as I mess with a wrench on his table. 

"Yes, sure. Thomas told you to come out here, and honestly I wish you wouldn't." He grumbles. 

"I wanted to check on you before he even said a word to me, and if you're going to be an ass I won't check on you." I snip at him. "I hope you lose a lug nut." I curse him as I turn away.

       He grabs my wrist before I could walk away, pulls me down so he is sitting on the ground with me sitting sideways on his lap. I can never breathe when he is this close to me. 

"I'm not trying to be an ass to you." His hand rubs my thigh. "I just want them to leave me alone, and let me make my own choices." He rants. 

"What if he's right, Abel?" I lean my head against his chest. "What if something happens to you?" 

"I'm not saying nothing will happen. I'm saying I'm not running in fear of what could happen." He leans his chin against the top of my head. 

"If this is seriously what you want then I'll be there whenever you need me." I softly say.

       I feel a hand hold onto my side as the hand on my thigh moves my face up, so I'm looking up at him. 

"I'll always need you." He kisses me softly. 

        His stubble burns my face as our kiss turns deeper, and his fist tightens in my hair. The hand on my thigh slides up to the dip of my waist. We pull back just a bit, enough I can feel his tongue wet his bottom lip. Talking in the yard has us pulling away, and he helps me stand. I stop him when he goes to mess with his tools again. 

"Please be careful." I beg as I walk out.

        When I walk outside Jax and Thomas are standing next to their bikes. I just go back to the bar, and just leave as people come in for the club party. 

Abel's P.O.V.

       I lit a cigarette as I watched her get into her car, and drive out the lot. I knew she wanted to tell me not to join, like everyone else, but she would never tell me to not do something. As I walk toward Thomas my dad comes out of the bar, and toward us. 

"I'm joining." I tell them before I walk away. "Oh, and don't use her against me anymore." I yell over my shoulder as I go into the bar. 

       Over the next six months I'm put through the most stupid bullshit, and I do it to prove my point. I haven't seen (y/n) lately, that's on me for working so much, but I think it's my dad seeing if he could push my buttons enough. The only time we really have time together is at night when everyone is asleep. 

       Right now I'm at her apartment, everyone was busy doing their own thing, so I snuck over here. As soon as I walked through the door she asked if I was hungry, for her cooking always. 

"How are things going?" She asks, turning the stove off. 

"It's going. I think I'm getting more work than usual." I grumble.  

         She walks to stand in between my legs as she giggles at my grump face, she says it reminds her of one of those wrinkly dogs. My hands rested on her hips to get her to stand perfectly still, so I could rest my forehead on her stomach. 

"You're just grumpy, because it's been four days." She laughs when I snap my head up. 

"That's too long." I place her on top of the table.

        The smile on her face has me dropping to my knees pulling her pj shorts off, and pulling her closer to the edge of the table. Her hands grip in my hair as I kiss up her thigh.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

         I love how he kisses my body before he actually touches me, but he knows I hate it when he teases me. 

"Abel please." He just chuckles at my frustrated moan. 

"I know, baby. I'll get there." He talks softly, making me relax.

         I almost come off the table when he finally connects his tongue to my clit, and gives a hard lick. His tongue moves over my opening, and he has to hold me down from moving so much. I couldn't hold back my release when he locked eyes with me, and gripped my leg to his shoulder. He stands over me with my legs on his shoulders. He kisses me deeply as he enters me, and lets me get comfortable. We both have to pull back to moan when he starts to move. 

"Abel...you…please." My head arches back against the table when he somehow understands me, and rams into me quickly.

         The grip he has on my hips is so hard I just know I'm going to get bruises, but I wouldn't dare tell him to stop. He pounds into me so hard the table scratches the floor. I just grip the end of the table, and lean back on the cool table. He moves a hand up my body, through my chest, to my throat with a hard grip as he uses my body for his own pleasure. 

"God look at you." He groans as I grip his wrist to push harder on my throat. "I love when you let me take you." He leans his head against my thigh as he groans."I could stay inside you all day baby." 

         My eyes roll back as my body feels like it's floating over us just watching him pound into me, and bite my thigh. I couldn't slow down my release as it hits me like a train, but he doesn't stop. He has my legs completely pushed against my chest as he moves in and out of me. I wrap an arm around my knees to hold them still as he spanks the back of my thighs. 

"Fuck!"

"Abel!" We moan together as he releases. 

          My legs fall to his waist as his head falls to my chest, and with him still inside of me he carries me to my room. I kiss along his neck and shoulder as I feel him get hard again. Just as he lays me down on the bed his phone rings, and he grumbles in my chest. 

"God damn it. Baby I'm so sorry." He kisses my forehead. "I have to go." He pulls away. 

"I understand, just come back." I smiled up at him. 

         He gets our clothes, and as he is getting dressed he kisses me hard. I giggle as I fall back from how hard his kiss is, but his phone ringing again stops him. He grabs his phone as he rushes to put the rest of his clothes. I could tell it's Jax when he answers, because he's completely distracted. I am pulling clothes out of my dresser when I'm spun around, and kissed against the dresser. He smirks at me as he walks out. 

"Dad, I'm standing in front of my bike now." I heard as the front door shut. 

Six months later

         Abel's been a prospect for a year now, and he's finally being patched in tonight. Obviously he doesn't know, because they have parties every Friday. When he walks in I'm serving drinks, and he comes behind me, grabbing my ass. 

"I won't get too drunk tonight." He says into my neck. 

"Yea right." I laugh at him, knowing the truth. 

         He's about to give me a mouthy answer, Jax calls him into church, and after a quick glance at me he goes into the room. When the doors open about thirty minutes later my stomach is swarmed with butterflies, but I calm down when they are pushing and laughing. Abel looks good in his new kutte, and he knows it. I look at Jax, leaning against the door, watching his son cheer with his brothers with regretful and proud eyes. I walk over to him, and give him a hug. 

"You can't always protect him, Jax. He's going to do what he wants." I slightly laugh, hoping to lighten him up. 

"Yea I know. He's definitely a Teller." He looks down at me. "At least he has you to keep him in line." 

"EVERYONE! Hey, I have something to say!" Abel yells over everyone to quiet down. "Okay I just wanted to say was fuck all of you for what you did to me, and I know my ol lady would agree when I say I'm never taking this kutte off." He gets pulled around as they cheer with him.

       When he said ol lady Jax looked at me, I was stuck looking at Abel. Ol lady? Who? Abel got through the crowd, smiling so wide at me. When he steps in front of me I just look at him.

"What? Aren't you happy?" He asks, very confused.

"Ol lady?" I cross my arms.

"Yes ol lady. I wasn't wasting my time with you.'' He pulls me to his chest. "I told you I'll always need you." He kisses me, only stopping because they guys make noises behind him. 

         A week after his patch in party I found out I was pregnant, and it first seemed like Abel wasn't excited about it. He just said alright, and then went to work on his bike. I didn't take it too well, which led to me going back to my apartment, but he came that night with a little baby onesie with the reaper on it. He said he was freaking out, scared he wouldn't be good for us, but I told him he was the best thing already. Grace, after Tara, was born and Abel was so much in love with her. Whenever she'd make a noise he'd look at her, or rush to check on her. When she first said Dada I thought he'd blow up. 

          I became pregnant with our son Conner "Little" when Grace was six. His nickname came from him being a premature baby, but sadly he had the family flaw. It took so much to get Abel to understand it wasn't his fault. Conner grew up to be just as strong as Abel. Abel became president after Conner's second birthday. 

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hold up I’m confused help me-

so fierce dadity is obviously from OOT, no question. But where are Abel and Rusl from? I’m gonna take a guess and say…Abel is Ordon? And Rusl is…someone idk where he’s from.

Technically, Fierce is from Majora’s Mask, the sequel game to Ocarina of Time (featuring the same hero). That’s when the fierce deity mask was introduced :)

Abel is my OC based on what little information we have about Breath of the Wild Link’s dad (Zelda comments in a memory that he was a knight and Link followed in his footsteps; the other info we have is that baby Link went with a diplomatic party to Zora’s Domain and supposedly bested some soldiers in sword fighting - what this tells us is that Link’s dad brought his kid along on his missions, so they were likely close). Abel is therefore from Breath of the Wild (technically pre-botw since the game itself is over a century after Link’s birth). If you’re talking specifically location, Abel is from Castle Town, but he lived in Hateno Village after getting married to Link’s mother, Tilieth.

Rusl is from Twilight Princess! :) He lives in Ordon Village, Link’s home. Although it’s clear Link isn’t blood related to any of the villagers as his ears are pointed and none of theirs are, Rusl’s relationship with him in the game has a heavy paternal vibe and it’s implied Rusl and Uli look out for him. I took that and ran with it, as many of us headcanon that Rusl and Uli raised Link since his backstory is left vague.

[catboirights]

If you are still wondering about Mikuni's who thing with Abel: basically it's heavily implied to be how he coped with being unable to support Misono/see him for so long. The reason is because Mikado reacts in a similar protective way when he thinks Mahiru is looking at Misono in a weird way and as much as Mikuni may want to deny it him and Mikado are similar in some specific ways.

It also adds an interesting perspective of how Mikuni views his relationship with Misono, as Abel in the Bible was the first murder victim, killed by his brother Cain. So it's possible that Mikuni also views himself as a potential threat to Misono

Oh yeah, after the recent chapters where we get more backstory for the Aliceins I understand the whole thing with Abel a bit more. Especially since she’s also the only remaining thing he has from his mother that might also add to some of his weird compulsion to make sure no one else touches her. Despite his complicated feelings towards his father I feel like he really did love his mother, at least a little bit so having to be the one to “kill” her probably drove him to be even more protective.

And yeah, despite how much I dislike Mikuni as a person I think he’s one of the best characters in Servamp in the way he’s written. His relationship with Misono is so interesting to me because I genuinely cannot tell if he loves him or resents him. Like, obviously Mikuni cares deeply about Misono, that’s not what I mean we’ve seen that more than enough, but the fact he continually does things that hurt Misono really makes me wonder if there’s some sort of hidden resentment or guilt in his heart. Mikuni has consistently hurt Misono’s closest (and only) friends and even almost killed Tetsu, he’s the one masterminding Lily’s betrayal and because of how guarded he is about his facade he really hasn’t shown any obvious guilt. He’s making sure that Misono hates him enough to keep a distance from him but he does it in a way that keeps taking away Misono’s few sources of happiness. It makes me wonder if he feels some resentment towards him for being the indirect reason his mother is dead.

Not to mention all the religious imagery in his character like you said, with Cain and Abel and his shop being called the Land of Nod. We know that Jeje was also a member of the clergy back when he was human and Jeje’s form as a snake ties back to Adam and Eve and the first sin. He’s an interesting character I’d love to dissect him like a frog.

[vae1bixy]

Opie Winston x OC {Josie Bethe Teller]

Title - Red sticks

Wordcount -

Summary - Abel goes missing. And everything is upturn. Josie want's to do anything she can to help get her nephew back. Even if other's thinks it's a bad idea.

A/n -

WARNING - Strong language. Drinking and smoking. And adult themes.

Josie was fourteen when she had her first kiss. It was sloppy and wet and she hated it. It was downright gross. But she couldn’t be happier to get it over. The other girls at her school were boasting about it. And even at home. She caught her brother and even Opie talking about it more than once. About what it felt like. 

She heard the guys around the club. Even when they toned it down around her. She heard the way they talked about women. What their lips feel like. What they taste. What breasts felt like. She learned what sex was at an early age. Surrounded by men. Surrounded by sex her whole life. 

She was seventeen when she had sex for the first time. After her ex she derailed a bit. Further then she had been. She stopped going to school. So she was basically failing. Gemma stopped caring. Stopped telling her to keep going. She left her to her own things. For once in her life. She didn’t try to control her.

 Her brother already graduated and he couldn’t give a shit. He was barely going to school when he was still in high school. Most nights he stayed at the club in the dorms. There he had his own freedom and didn’t have to be bothered by a little sister and overbearing mother. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. 

But not only skipping. She began to drink more. Before it was only an activity she took to when her brother was having a party. When she was with friends. Or even when she was at the club and surrounded by people she could trust. But lately Josie hasn't been stingy. She wasn’t careful. She wasn’t picky in her choices or places. 

If there was a party she was going to be there. Blonde hair curled down her shoulders and red lipstick pressed so bright to her lips. It matched the short skirt and top. She also began to smoke more. Going through a pack sometimes more in a day. Red lipstick smudging the stick. 

She was out all night. Only coming home early in the mornings or afternoons. Red lipstick dried up on her lips. Curls that were straightened out. And eyeliner that had smudged. Sometimes she even rathered to stay at the club then at home. Surrounded by people laughing, drinking and parading sex around the club. 

In some way it was easier. 

She didn’t talk to Opie about that night ever again. She never mentioned her Ex. Not even when someone asked what happened to him. When they tried to console her. When Gemma asked what happened to him. When her brother tried to get an answer out of her. Assuming he ran off. When Clay tried to question her. 

Josie didn’t have a horrible childhood. She wasn’t beaten, she wasn’t abused. But her life wasn’t picture perfect. She never had ambitions or dreams in life. She didn’t plan to go to college or to get some kind of job like a doctor or lawyer. Not where they grew up. She knew what her life was going to become. 

Then Abel went missing. Her nephew who couldn’t even speak. He could barely sit up by himself. And she was distraught. Her brother and mother weren't the only people hurt. It was like everything was going to shit. Her mother is in the hospital and about to be sent to prison for life. Her nephew was kidnapped. Donna was killed. Opie was in prison. 

It was like some cruel joke. 

Josie wasn’t particularly talking to her brother. But they were still family. And family takes care of family. So when Opie brings her a proposal to help him. To help find her nephew. She was obviously going to take it. Her arms were crossed over her body. A frown on her lips. She had been going over any way she could help. 

“We just need a few girls, as many as you can get really,” Opie said. Pulling the beanie off of his head and scratching at the hairs. He had been completely stressed with everything. Taking care of the kids. Taking care of Jax. The man had been a complete wreck. He was even pushing Tara away and making his own job harder. 

She nodded quickly. She could think of a few. People that needed money. And people that just wanted to help. “I know a couple there’s lyla mindy the twins and a few more” She listed off. Red lips twisting thoughtfully. Then she looked back at him. Eyes widening. She knew how she could help. 

“I want in” She said seriously. 

Opie shook his head quickly. Shifting so he was closer to her. Keeping his voice down so the others might hear. “You are not doing this“ Opie wasn’t controlling. They weren’t even dating. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t come out in one of her outfits. Flaunt her body around them. Kiss them, give them a blow job. She couldn’t. Not in front of him. If she did he knew a piece of him would die. 

They weren’t together. But they were something. They had always been something. At least he hopes they have been. 

Josie looked at him with narrowed eyes. She didn’t need him telling her what she could and couldn’t do as well. It was like everyone seemed to forget that she was a grown ass woman who could make her own choices. "Able is my nephew. I want to do what I can to help," She said in a softer tone despite her expression. 

Then she tilted her head looking at him. With a more serious expression. The softness is not gone but not as severe. “Doesn’t mean you have to like it” She said snippierly this time. Opie sighed. And pulled his beanies back on. She was always able to do that. To somehow get her way. She had him wrapped around her little finger. 

“Fine” He bit out. It didn’t mean he was happy. Didn’t mean he was going to accept it. 

She grinned at him. Wrapping him in a hug. So her arms were around him as high as she could reach and she was leaned against his chest. Face brushed against his chest. Not caring if her makeup was messed up. Opie’s face softened a bit as he looked down at her. Before he wrapped his own arms around her. 

“But you’re gonna have to make sure Jax doesn’t know i’m there” She said into his chest. Resisting the urge to smile knowing she had him already. Opie shook his head and held her tighter. She was going to be the death of him. 

Somehow the plan worked. There were a half and dozen of so girls there. And so far they were able to keep Josie away from Jax. Keeping her away so he couldn’t see keeping her in the other room. But it didn’t stop the sick feeling in Opie’s stomach to bubble up knowing what she was doing there. 

He caught glances of her at the beginning. The outfit on her body. If it could even be called an outfit. Fishnets that crawled up her skin to a short skirt. That if you looked just right showed off the red laced panties underneath her. With a matching red top over her breast. Just enough to show off nearly the whole tattoo on her chest. He could even see the tattoo that wrapped down below her skirt disappearing into her panties. 

Josie looked breathtaking. She looked amazing. She was always beautiful. She took Opie’s breath away without even knowing it. Even when they were still kids. Teenagers.  But knowing she looked like that. Dressed up like that for all the people in the room. That only marveled at her because of her body and clothing and not because she was beautiful on the inside. 

They didn’t know she was smarter than she seemed. That she was smarter than she thinks. That she was the strongest woman he had ever known. By fist or gun. That she carried at least one gun on her. And has a matching pink brass knuckle that she isn’t afraid to use. That she was also one of the most caring people he had ever known in Charming. 

“Bloody hell” Chib whispered. 

And Opie looked at him. To see Chib looking in the same direction. To the pink haired woman hovering over a tall leaned man with a snobbish face. To say Chib looked sick was an understatement. They had already witnessed her little film. This was even worse. “Don’t say a word” Opie found himself saying. 

Chib was looking away and his face was green. Like he might puke. He was there when both jax and Josie were just babies. He was practically their uncle. He wouldn’t want to see his daughter like this so he sure as hell wouldn’t want to see his niece like this. “What is she doing here?” He said the words strangling in his throat. 

“She wanted to help,” Opie said, looking back in the direction. Now the guy was touching her waist. FIngers wrapping around the skirt. Until they were going lower and lower. Opie turned to check on Jax and the man was still turned around talking to Bobby and Tig. He felt like steam was about to come out of his ears. 

He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t go over there and tear her away. Because she told him what she wanted. And he has to respect that. Even if he wants to go over there and break the guy’s wrists. Then Jax would know. And he would blow a fuse and they would risk getting the money to help find Abel. And it would all be for nothing. 

“And Jax knows?” Chib questioned dryly. He knew something was going on. 

Swallowing the lump in his throat as he watched Josie’s pink hair bouncing. A hand wrapped around her ass cupping it. As she followed the guy into another room. The doors swinging shut. But giving him a small view. Of another woman. Lyla down on the floor on her knees blowing some guy. 

He knew what was going to happen. Everyone knew what happened at these get-togethers. 

Opie gripped the bottle in his hand tighter and tighter. “No so don’t say a word” He bit out before he was swallowing every last sip of the alcohol. The bitter taste falling back down his throat only burning just a bit. But it didn’t even match the feeling in his stomach that made him feel like he was going to puke. 

He stood there. Even when Chib disappeared. Probably going to find his own drink. He stood there waiting even when one of the twins tried to pull him away. When Jax tried to pull him away to drink with him. He only shook him off. He had to listen to her. Not interfere with what she wanted. Even if it was killing him. 

Even if Jax would hate himself if he knew. He would hate them both. Sure he acted tough. He fought with Josie. But they loved each other. They loved each other more than anyone in the world. Even more than Gemma. They fought like teenagers and protected each other like soldiers on a mission. 

In some ways this was his own mission. To listen to Josie. To not interfere and to not let Jax find out about it all. He was tasked with keeping the glue together and not to open the drape and reveal all the magic behind the drape hiding behind the audience view. He was tasked with keeping all the dirty secrets. 

Which wasn’t any different than what they all did in the club. They all had some secret they kept. Clay and Tig had the secret of killing his wife. Jax kept his fathers legacy hidden behind them all. Chib kept his family hidden away from eyes and ears. And Gemma she kept the most secrets. 

Opie stood there for five then ten. Before he got another drink. And he stood there for fifteen then twenty minutes. Until the guy walked out the doors. His shirt tucked back into his suit pants. A tie wrapped around his neck. Red lipstick stuck to his neck just in Opie’s view. That he would know anywhere. He tasted the same lipstick multiple times. 

Another minute before she walked out. Pink hair still bouncing on her shoulders. A hole in her fishnets. And red lipstick just a bit dimmer on her lips. She made eye contact with him and smiled. But he only looked away. Walking away. The third beer between his hands. And he had been there less then an hour. Maybe thirty minutes. 

 He may have been able to follow her wishes. Kept her secret. But it didn’t mean he was okay with it. Didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any bit less. To see the woman he loved in another man’s hands. Touched like he wasn’t there. Like what they had didn’t mean anything. Like she was a piece of meat. 

[valiantarcher]

Some assorted and random thoughts on Deny by Tricia Mingerink.

Jamie had me worried throughout the story. Once Leith trusted him, I figured he wouldn't intentionally betray Leith, but I was concerned he'd accidentally give something away or be used as leverage against Leith. Happy that didn't happen, though, and that he even got to rescue a few of the trainees! Less happy that he was set up so quickly with Brandi, but Leith seeing him looking stunned as she dragged him into things was kind of amusing considering that Leith also got stunned (in a slightly different way) by her.

The faking of Renna's and Brandi's deaths was pretty impressive.

Jolene with buckskins and a bow! :D I can see why Shadrach likes her - I mean, I'm sure she has a lot of good qualities, but she's also taking her role as heir seriously and protecting her people, which would speak so much to Shad. Give the girl a gun! I know it would kill the aesthetic and seriously undercut the Blades' coolness and intimidation factors, but she really should have had a rifle to complete the picture.

I'm sad that the girls didn't make it to the hideout, not just because they got kidnapped and dragged off to Respen (though I didn't see that coming) but also because it was such a great faked-death scheme and it was a shame for it to be rendered useless that quickly.

I knew the knife was going to cause problems! Didn't predict the exact scenario, but knew it was going to come back to bite them.

I have some better ideas of who the Leader might be and while it would solve one particular and major problem, I'm not keen on how that person got where they are if they're who I think they are.

The backstory connecting Leith to Abel (and Abel and Mara to Respen - I think I see where that's going and it doesn't seem to make enough sense to really fit) seemed really shoehorned in and doesn't fit with what we knew about Leith's mother/history from Dare.

I appreciated Leith being hesitant about the possibility of courting Renna; not sure why everyone else was so set on it - it's only been a month or two since he became a Christian and joined the Resistance and he's deep undercover, and they're both really young and been through a lot already. :P

In connection, it's kinda sad how short Leith lasts as First Blade. I mean, it's obviously good he didn't have to be put in such a strenuous and conflicting position for too long, but given how important that decision was at the end of Dare, it seemed a bit underwhelming that he made it maybe two months.

The bit where Leith is listening to the kitchen maid gush about the Blade and he's thinking that he's right there and she's not giving him a second look is great.

So, I figured someone was going to die (after all, you can't save everyone), thought Shadrach was a likely candidate, and mentally prepared, so was actually slightly let down that the ""First Blade's" "death" was so easily faked.

The execution scene was something else. The hymn (I assume an extant one?) based on Psalm 27 didn't follow the Psalm as closely as I expected, which really threw me during the scene (which I suppose is the flip-side of having that Psalm memorised). I think a closer setting of Psalm 27 (or even another Psalm) would've flowed a bit better personally. There was something jarring in Respen's proclamations and Renna starting to put pieces together in the scene. Not sure why, but he seemed to be trying to make a point that didn't really fit, and Renna's speculation at the moment also didn't seem to quite fit in, from what I recall. On the other hand, there was something fitting that Abel was the last to die if he wasn't the first (something about leading the way for his flock vs. bringing up the rear as a shepherd and making sure not one of them was lost in a way). I feel like I'm just talking all around this scene and not actually about the scene itself. It was very emotional and important and I'm still trying to get my head around it.

I am concerned about how quickly all the older male mentors are dying or are expected to die.

I felt so bad for Brandi being torn away from Renna, even if it was to save her. She already had lost all the rest of her family and thought she would at least get to die alongside Renna.

Speaking of, good on Leith for looking at the situation clearly and practically and coming to the best conclusion alongside Renna. I hadn't expected that the person that couldn't be saved was Renna, but getting her out of there with that leg would've been a challenge even if everything had gone smoothly.

I was kind of amused by Renna clarifying that she/Brandi only turned one Blade away from Respen because it's true from her perspective, but Respen is also correct that it's two because Jamie is also a Blade now and he absconded as well, so...

So, I knew Leith would be found out and Martyn wasn't going to let their friendship override loyalty, but I didn't expect that Martyn would give Leith the benefit of the doubt for so long and urge him to watch himself/get back-in-line. He really was trying to protect his friend while he could. :( Also, after reading Dare, I thought that this book was going to end with Leith being captured and Martyn being in charge of his torture. (Which I thought would then have set Martyn up nicely as the protagonist of 3.5. Which is not what is happening and the synopsis I've now seen for 3.5 doesn't sound like an improvement.)

At any rate, I came out of this book with a desire to reread it instead of moving on to the third one. That was more than three weeks ago and I have done neither yet. (I'm not blaming my August reading slump on Deny because there were a lot of factors, but it was very hard to pick up a new book after reading it and it did take a week-and-a-half for me to start something else and try to get unstuck on this.)

[my-pjo-stuff]

"Luke did it because he was selfish and angry with gods ans because Hermes was a shitty dad, if Hermes would be the only god parents out of all olympians, Luke had done nothing."

I hate to break it you you, but that is just factually wrong. While yes it was a big part of his decision, was not the only one. He was never selfish- again I will point towards his offers to Annabeth and Thalia. Those alone show that he was not selfish. Luke had a not of reasons, but the main one was anger for how demigods were treated in general. I also have to disagree with your point of "Luke making himself the "hero" " . A) Because by that logic, applied to others no one would ever be in the right to attempt to change something as it could put their loved ones in danger. Percy too would have endangered his mother, Annabeth ect. by that logic since he made them targets by relation for example. B) Luke "made" Annabeth and Thalia the few is also not the truth. He, again, offered them to join him. They refused. It was their choice to "become the few". I also have to argue against the statement of "My Problem is his (Luke's) hybris to think that he is the one who can change the world, make this "golden age" or whatever where no demigods has to suffer." That too is factually inocrrect. Luke never intended to achieve that ALONE like you are implying. He collected an army and wanted to achieve his goal over Kronos. (You can see it like saying that you want to achieve better working conditions, or bring about better pay for a job. Obviously you won't do that alone- instead most likely with a union, but you still state it like that since that's- well, the language)

Also, can we truly call it hubris considering how close Luke actually came?

Kronos stood in the Throne Room of Olympus- he had destroyed Olympus to the point of needing rebuilding (yk, since Annabeth later got the job as a "reward"). Kronos had already won 99% at that time- as, to be quite frank- Percy and co. didn't have a chance against him. The only reason Kronos got defeated was Luke.

"Percy for exsamples also chosed to be the hero but he did it so Nico doesn't have to do it.

And also that the world has a second chance if he is not abel to safe them ." Is another statement that unfortunatly is partially wrong too. While the part of Percy becoming the child of prophecy to protect Nico is true- the second part about the second chance is never brought up in the books. And since this decision is based on canon that's unfortunatly a moot point.

"By the way did you ever thought about the point that then the olympians are not in charge there are no demigods?"

I did, and there would still be demigod children just not of the Olympians.

The minor gods who joined Kronos would still exist and make kids, you can also assume that the titans or whoever ends up in-charge after would also make kids with mortals. (And even if they don't, there are still the minor gods) The only thing that would change in terms of demigod is just that there would be no more demigods of the OG 12 Olympians- demigods as a whole would still exist. (Also as a short mention, it's not like the demigods would just get Thanos snapped if their godly parent is deposed. There would still be all the living demigods, the demigods who have not reached camp age yet/were still undiscovered and the unborn ones to have the golden age. Meaning that even if ALL gods died and no demigod would ever be born again, you'd still have a good amount of demigods to live the golden age) Please do not take this response as a personal insult! I quite enjoy debates like that. However I remind you- you haven't answered my questions yet unfortunatly : "(.....)In that case, wouldn't you prefer for the person to choose to sacrifise the few (their loved ones) and save the many?" "(...)Is it not cruel too to expect your loved one to inflict such pain for you? Is it not cruel to say that if "They don't do X then I would not want to be loved at all" ? "(.......)What would give Luke the right to (in his eyes) sacrifise litteraly every demigod alive he knows and every demigod that will after him for two people? Even if it pains him to let them go?" I'm genuinly interested to see your standpoints in these questions. I have answered all of yours (if I missed one I'm sorry! Please tell me and I'll of course answer it too) so I'd wager it to be fair to ask you to answer mine.

Percy would sacrifice the world to save those he loves, Luke would sacrifice those he loves to save the world.

And Luke is the one in the right.

[atlasalexanderwrites]

Don’t Give Up - Jax x sister!reader

Word Count: 1,012

Fandom: SOA 

Prompt: “I wont give up if you wont.” 

Reader x Jax Teller (after Abels abduction)

(NOT MY GIF)

Abel is gone. The Irish took him.

Your heart had stopped the moment your step-father’s voice came through the phone. Your emotions froze; you didn’t get angry and you didn’t cry. You went into survival mode, pushing all your feelings to the back burner (as you always had) and drove back to Charming from your home in Oakland.

You went immediately to the SOA clubhouse to get the full story from Clay; about how your mom was on the run and the Irish had taken Abel as a “son for a son” after Gemma apparently killed some Irish boy. Tara had been tied up, Half-Sack was stabbed to death…

It all made your head spin.

You remained in Charming for as long as you could. 

One month went by and then another. You took over as defacto Lady of SAMCRO while your mother was hiding out at your grandparents and Tara did her best to keep Jax from ending his own life.

You didn’t mind. You had missed Charming and it gave you a chance to keep a close eye on the club through what was one of the most tragic events SAMCRO had ever gone through. The kidnapping of an innocent, a son to a SON was...it was worse than even losing your baby brother, Tommy, and your father, JT.

“Jax?” you called out, stepping into his home. 

Tara was at work; it helped keep her mind off of a situation she couldn’t change. You were grateful for that. She had always been a smart girl, always knew where she was needed most instead of lying around being helpless. Jax had taken to walking around like a zombie; no one took Abel’s kidnapping worse than him. You knew, maybe better than anyone else because Jax was your twin brother, that Abel had been Jax’s saving grace and without him...without him Jax fought a constant battle between going mad and ending it all.

The house was silent and a little amess. You knew that Tara did her best to keep it straightened so you didn’t say much about it and headed back the hallway. Tara and Jax’s bedroom was empty as was the bathroom, but you knew Jax was there - his bike was in the drive - so you turned to the one room you feared to check. 

Seeing Abel’s nursery was….it was too painful.

Sighing, shakily, and allowing a few tears to slip out as you gathered your strength, you turned the knob and stepped inside.

Jax was there; passed out on the little couch next to the crib. An empty beer bottle was on the floor.

“Oh Jax,” you whispered moving over to him and heaving his body into a seated position. He stirred but didn’t wake. You were just thankful he was still breathing. “I’m so sorry,” you cried softly, tucking your face into his neck. “I wish...I wish this hadn’t happened. I wish things had been different.”

You thought back to when you were all kids. To when Jax nearly left Charming with Tara. Never before had you wished Jax had gone with her than you did in that moment. You had never been against it. After all, as soon as you turned eighteen you had packed up and moved to LA to attend college and get away from the club. Looking at Jax now, you would have done anything to have reversed the roles you now found yourselves in.

Jax groaned and shifted slightly in your hold, his hands coming up to grab at your sides as he pulled away, confused.

You stepped back, giving him space as he woke, slowly.

“Take it easy now.” you instructed, reaching out to place a hand to his shoulder so he wouldn’t try to stand. “It’s alright.”

“Abel?” he asked, his throat raw from where he had obviously been crying

You just shook your head. You hadn’t gotten word on your nephew from the Ireland clubs of SOA, and the IRA was as tight lipped as ever any time Clay called (as far as you knew, there were things the club wouldn’t tell you). 

A strangled cry left Jax’s lips and he dropped his head into his hands, “Man we...we’re never getting him back. They...they took my son. My BOY! And he...he’s gone!”

You just stood there, letting him sob. 

You could be strong. Your mother had taught you well.

But seeing Jax break...Jackson who had always been your hero, your biggest supporter, who had always protected you against anything real and imaginary...he was the strongest person you ever knew and here he was. Broken.

“Jackson,” you  croaked, dropping to your knees in front of him. You whispered his name again until his gaze met yours, “We...we are going to get him back. Do you understand? Even if we have to go to Ireland and rip every fucking IRA bastard to pieces. We are going to get Abel back.”

He opened his mouth to argue and you did the first thing you could think of to snap him out of it, you did what your mother would have done.

The sound of your hand slamming into his cheek echoed throughout the room and Jax jumped to his feet, his temper flaring as he glared down at you.

“Are you straight now?” you asked, standing as well “Are you good? Because you’re useless to your son if you give up.”

Jax hissed, “I’m not giving up. He’s my son!”

You smirked and grabbed his face, leaning up to place a kiss to his forehead, “Good to hear.” and you pulled back to say, “If you don’t give up, then we won't give up. The moment you decide that all is lost then that’s when the rest of the club will believe it. And Abel will truly be lost.”

You didn’t have a lot to do with the club, you weren’t dirty enough to play with the big bad bikers, but SAMCRO was still your family. 

And no one messed with your family.

[nanshe-of-nina]

Mayfair Witches; other Mayfairs

Peter Mayfair All his life Antoine Fontenay III deferred to Jeanne Louise and to her twin brother, Peter, who was never called by the French version of that name, Pierre. There is little doubt that these were the children of Petyr van Abel. Both Jeanne Louise and Peter were fair of complexion, with light brown hair and pale eyes. ... Jeanne Louise went only by the name of Mayfair on all official documents, and though she married young to a dissolute and drunken husband, her lifelong companion was her brother, Peter, who never married. He died only hours before Jeanne Louise, in 1771.

Lestan Mayfair Of Angélique’s six children, two girls died early, and two boys emigrated to France, the other, Lestan, going to Louisiana with his sister Marie Claudette. ... Several days before the Haitian revolution (the only successful slave uprising in history), Marie Claudette was warned by her slaves that she and her family might be massacred. She and her children, her brother Lestan and his wife and children, and her uncle Maurice and his two sons and their wives and children escaped with apparent ease and an amazing amount of personal possessions, a veritable caravan of wagons leaving Maye Faire for the nearby port.

Claire Marie Mayfair There was much gossip about Marie Claudette’s family life. It was said that her oldest daughter, Claire Marie, was feeble-minded, and there are numerous stories about this young woman wandering about in her nightgown, and saying strange though often delightful things to people. She saw ghosts and talked to them all the time, sometimes right in the middle of supper before amazed guests.

She also “knew” things about people and would blurt out these secrets at odd moments. She was kept at home, and though more than one man fell in love with her, Marie Claudette never allowed Claire Marie to marry. In her old age, after the death of her husband, Henri Marie Landry, Marie Claudette slept with Claire Marie, to watch her and keep her from roaming about and getting lost. She was often seen on the galleries in her nightgown.

Pierre Marie Claudette’s only son, Pierre, was never allowed to marry either. He “fell in love” twice, but both times gave in to his mother when she refused to grant permission for the wedding. His second “secret fiancée” tried to take her own life when she was rejected by Pierre. After that he seldom went out, but was often seen in the company of his mother. Pierre was a doctor of sorts to the slaves, curing them with various potions and remedies. He even studied medicine for a while with an old drunken doctor in New Orleans. But nothing much came of this. He also enjoyed botany and spent much time working in the garden, and drawing pictures of flowers. Botanical sketches done by Pierre are in existence today in the famous Mayfair house on First Street.

Suzette Mayfair This devotion did not prevent him from getting married, in 1875, to a Mayfair cousin, a descendant of Maurice and a celebrated beauty. Her name was Suzette Mayfair, and Julien so loved her that he commissioned no less than ten portraits of her during the first years of their marriage. They lived together in the First Street house apparently in complete harmony with Rémy and his family, perhaps because in every respect Rémy deferred to Julien. Suzette seems to have loved little Mary Beth, though she had four children of her own in the next five years, including three boys and a girl, named Jeannette.

Belle Mayfair And it was no secret that little Belle—the child of the mysterious Scottish Lord Mayfair—was not right in the head. Though very sweet and amiable, Belle was obviously unable to learn even simple things, and reacted emotionally to life forever as though she were about four years old, or so the cousins later described it. People hesitated to use the word feeble-minded. Everyone knew of course that Belle was not an appropriate designee for the legacy as she might never marry. And the cousins discussed this fairly openly at the time.

Carlotta Mayfair “I chose,” she said softly, almost sadly. “I went to church after Julien touched me, after he sang me his songs and told me his lies. I honestly think he believed his charms would win me over. I went to the shrine of Our Lady of Perpetual Help and I knelt and prayed, and the strongest truth came through to me. Didn’t matter if God in his heaven was a Catholic or a Protestant God, or the God of the Hindus.

“What mattered was something deeper and older and more powerful than any such image—it was a concept of goodness based upon the affirmation of life, the turning away from destruction, from the perverse, from man using and abusing man. It was the affirmation of the human and the natural.” She looked up at Rowan. “I said, ‘God, stand by me. Holy Mother, stand by me. Let me use my power to fight them, to beat them, to win against them.’ ”

Cortland Mayfair “Oh, yes, I do,” Mr. Lonigan said. Then he pointed out the other names going way back. “Miss Mary Beth, now that was the mother of Stella, and of Miss Carl, and now, Miss Millie is actually Rémy Mayfair’s daughter. He was Miss Carl’s uncle, and he died at First Street, but that was before my time. I remember Julien Mayfair, however. He was what you call unforgettable, Julien was. Till the day he died, he was a fine-looking man. And so was Cortland, his son.

You see, Cortland died that year that Deirdre had that little baby. Now I didn’t bury Cortland. Cortland’s family lived in Metairie. They say it was all that ruckus over the baby that killed Cortland. But that don’t matter. You can see that Cortland was eighty years old besides. Old Miss Belle was Miss Carl’s older sister. But Miss Nancy, well, she is Antha’s sister. It will be Miss Millie next, you mark my words.”

Ellie Mayfair Ellie Mayfair, adoptive mother of Rowan Mayfair, the present designee of the legacy, is a descendant of Julien Mayfair, being a granddaughter of Julien’s son Cortland, the only child of Cortland’s son Sheffield Mayfair and his wife, a French-speaking cousin named Eugénie Mayfair, who died when Ellie was seven years old. Sheffield died before Cortland, of a severe heart attack in the family law offices on Camp Street in 1952, at which time he was forty-five.

His daughter Ellie was a student at Stanford in Palo Alto, California, at the time, where she was already engaged to Graham Franklin, whom she later married. She never lived in New Orleans after that, though she returned for frequent visits and came back to adopt Rowan Mayfair in 1959.

[samalion]

Fire Emblem Awakening: The intended couples After all these years of regularly posting ships I came to realize I never posted my final conclusions for Fire Emblem Awakening. I’ll try to go in depth for each couple/child and why I think these were supposed to be the default couples. These couples are based upon their story, not on their best possible stats. In case you are curious: spoilers ahead! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chrom & Sumia This an obvious one, they are the poster couple, the true default and the easiest attainable. Sumia is already crushing on Chrom beforehand, plus she is somewhat featured in the story early on as opposed to other love interests. The only competition to Sumia would have been Olivia and Robin. If you are playing female Robin, I would recommend her with Chrom and Sumia with Frederick. Olivia doesn’t make sense because Inigo (Laslow) flirts with DLC Lucina in Fire Emblem Fates. This would be creepy if they were considered siblings. Sumia also makes a lot of sense for Lucina as a mother, because their support is mainly about fashion, Sully wouldn’t make sense here. Chrom is also a good dad for Cynthia as he might be the biggest hero of them all. Lucina and Cynthia as siblings are also a reflection of Chrom and Lissa themselves. Cynthia has a similar hairstyle and is a bit tomboy-ish, like her aunt.

Robin & Lucina Since male Robin is the default option, I’ll use him for this example. Robin is really difficult to find the fight pair for, especially with the DLC characters added. Walhart and Aversa both offered unique skills and white hair, which would be nice for Morgan. But since Morgan’s default class is Tactician, it makes sense that their parent is also someone who makes sure they get that passed down. Lucina ultimately wins over these candidates, simply because her confession image is the ONLY one with a different background. Marrying her to Robin also gives them unique dialogue options down the road during the story. It’s also interesting that the blood of the exalt and the blood of Grima are both in Morgan. Additionally if you keep your characters their base class and play the paralogue at level 20 (which I use for every child unit) Morgan will have Aether and will learn Ignis later on, having both unique offensive skills. And finally, because the pairing of Robin and Lucina is so complex, the third timeline Morgan comes from makes more sense.

 Lissa & Vaike

Lissa was a difficult one to pair because she matches well with almost anyone and Owain doesn’t really reveal any traits. It was either Vaike or Henry. Lissa and Vaike are both laid back and bond with their admiration of Chrom. Vaike yells several catchphrases into battle, which is probably what Owain adopted, though a bit over the top. He gets his blonde hair from Vaike, to match Lissa’s hair color, similar to how Lucina looks like her father. Owain and Vaike both aspire to become great heroes and he would definitely take an arrow for Owain. Vaike’s default class also gives Owain Zeal, which gives him extra critical hit points. A nice treat for a myrmidon.

 Sully & Stahl

I try to avoid same-classes as couples because those seem really obvious. Sully and Stahl are an exception though. They’re often used side-by-side, which helps to grow their supports. It might also be fanservice for people who shipped Cain and Abel. Stahl scores good points because he is one of a few characters with an affinity for food. It makes sense for him to be able to cook for Kjelle, but also to have tested Sully’s food. On top of that, by having two cavalier parents, Kjelle will have both cavalier skills on top of her knight skills, making her a two-in-one.

 Miriel & Kellam

Miriel was the hardest character to pair someone with, since Laurent gives of no hint of his father’s dna at all. But that’s where the clue lies. Kellam’s undetectability also works for his genes, creating a Miriel clone in the process. It doesn’t seem out of place for him to tickle Laurent to loosen him up. The Indoor Fighter skill is also very much an introvert skill. Miriel’s ending also mentions how she made history, which works incredible with Kellam’s: “her husband’s name has been lost to history”

 Maribelle & Donnel

It’s either him or Vaike. They both have an accent, which Brady inherited, they are both commoners which is a nice contrast next to her and they both help her develop as a character. Donnel’s Underdog skill on Brady makes sense and Donnel doesn’t exactly seem like the person to take a moment for tea, but would rather keep working. Maribelle ending up living with Donnel’s mom also is a hysterical ending.

 Panne & Henry

Henry already likes her for being part animal. He’s also the reason she went to safe the exalt. There isn’t anyone else that works with Panne the way Henry does. He loves animals so it makes sense for him to get an animal-like child. Panne claims she might be the only one to be able to change Henry, which is probably why he turned out a good father. Henry’s starting chapter is 13, which is also Yarne’s paralogue number. And who wouldn’t be a scared mess with a father like Henry?

 Cordelia & Gregor

One of the easiest ones. Gregor makes it obvious in their A-support that he is into Cordelia, so it’s canon regardless who you pair them up with. Gregor also makes sense why Severa acts so spoiled, but also caused her to work hard for what she wants. She also became a mercenary like him, avoiding pegasi that remind her of her mom. I’ve always wished I could pair up Cordelia with Chrom though…

 Nowi & Ricken

The oldest with the youngest. Ricken is statistically the partner who would stick around the longest with Nowi. Her old but childish nature matches very well with Ricken’s young but maturing nature. Nah really reflects that Ricken energy, trying to prove her worth to others and acting more mature than they are. Nah really had to grow up fast, having two children for parents. And that she gets a serious skill like Focus, just confirms this only more.

 Tharja & Gaius

Their support is a good lead-up to a romance. I don’t think him liking bad girls was part of the curse. They’re both not the nicest people, though their intentions aren’t too bad. They couldn’t care less about their odd couple ending. Gaius is the perfect person to steal Tharja’s equipment to protect Noire. Having an archer with extra movement is nice too, especially considering it’s our meek Noire.

 Olivia & Virion

The entire reason my couple hunt started. Olivia says in their A-support that she find Virion dreamy, so once again it’s a canon attraction regardless their pairings. Olivia obviously taught what she learned from Virion to Inigo, which is why he acts and looks like him so much. He has a similar way of speaking as him and even his hair looks somewhat like a shorter version of his. Virion’s default archer class also offers Inigo Prescience, which works well with his already existing Patience skill, giving him permanent +10 on dodging.

 Cherche & Lon’qu

Every female support Lon’qu has, helps him ease his fear. But Cherche really takes the cake with that. She helps him learn the truth of his past and overcome his trauma. Her knitting him warm clothes in the cold Regna Ferox is a neat detail in their ending. His aloof nature is passed onto Gerome and them being distant towards each other makes a lot of sense. And Gerome with vantage makes wyverns even scarier.

[razrbladekiss]

Tyrants | Chapter Five - Consolation

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

WARNINGS: Mentions of murder, grief, the aftermath of that death...all that Jazz! Plus a lil moment I’ve been fucking itching to include.

Chibs's breath was stuck in the middle of his throat, jutting thickly the more he thought about Opie cradling Donna's sallow cheeks as she bled out onto the gravel.

It'd cut deep, this one.

So many bodies he had bared witness to over the years. So many lives lost and souls snatched and whatever else right before his undaunted eyes--but nothing really hurt as much as that.

Because he knew what it was like. How it maimed a man. How it felt like his world was hurtling toward the chasms of hell during the moments after arriving at the scene and seeing his wife there. Dead.

Cold and dead and lonely. And completely gone.

Guilt resided, too. It was true tangible remorse for the simple proficiency of; that should've been me.

It happened with Diane--it happened to Chibs's wife, the mother of his kid, and the one true light in his life right after Isla. And it should've been him.

It was brutal, the way it happened tonight. It was fierce and heartless and Chibs knew in a flash that those bullets struck the wrong skull.

He couldn't bear the reverberation anymore, the gutturals from Piney's son who'd just lost his wife for no good reason during a drive-by in their quaint little town. The town that'd swelled wickedly with corruption these last few weeks.

Stahl was at the scene before he left. Looking pensive, actually. She looked guilty.

Chibs's basic instinct had landed the blame at her door--put the blood on her hands--but he kept his mouth shut for fear of what'd happen next. He didn't think that SAMCRO could handle this.

Because this wasn't a product of Mayan or Niner rivalry. He wasn't stupid--he knew that his President had something to do with this.

This was cultivated from the seeds sown by June Stahl, the pips planted so very deeply into the mind of Clay Morrow which forced him to believe that Opie Winston was a rat.

And he wasn't. He'd never sell his club out--no matter the damage, the pain inflicted upon him--and he'd never dream of pinning the fault on his brothers.

But he had to look a little bit closer to home if he wanted those answers. If he wanted to know just who sniped Donna--a completely innocent woman caught in the most ferocious of crossfires--he had to turn to someone that he knew was culpable of such activity.

Chibs's heart ached. It impaired him so very deeply that the only thing he could visualize on the ride back to Jax's house was her face.

Her face that dripped blood. Saturated crimson plagued his thoughts and forced his stomach to churn vociferously. He felt sick now.

He felt sick because Opie had lost his wife, Piney had lost a crucial member of his small family, and her kids had lost their mother. The woman that had worked so tirelessly to provide a life for them, to love and care for them unconditionally no matter what.

Opie was strong, he knew that--but he didn't know if he was strong enough to handle this. This crippling weight, this hurt and the idea of what could've been done differently.

Because so much could've happened to prevent this.

His tongue had become inoculated with bile, acrimonious ire for whoever the fuck was to blame for such unnecessary brutality--and, really, Chibs knew that he didn't have to look much further than Isla's favorite blue-eyed heathen this time.

And that broke his heart because of the pedestal she held that man upon. The pedestal she'd always held him atop, so fucking highly, too.

She knew that he was bad--an inherently bad human being--but he was just Tig. Her buddy. Clay's right hand that, really, he'd always count on. No matter what. And he'd always deliver the king's request, too.

Tig was the one that Isla called when her car broke down on the freeway and she needed to get home in time for Gemma's dinner.

The one she turned to for cheering up because he always knew how to crack a smile and get through to her.

The one that she strangely respected the most. Nobody really recognized what it was about that man that had Isla overjoyed when in his presence, she just was. And that was part of his charm.

But her father was anxious, now. Worried that she would take this news--if it came to light--badly. Because it was going to break her heart, regardless.

It was how she would handle it, which was the true hardship.

"Christ." Chibs's voice struggled to materialize, gesturing to his daughter passed out on Jax's couch. "How long's she been sleepin'?"

Mascara and eyeliner and whatever the fuck else she'd painted onto her face had started to melt away, trails of black and grey faintly running her cheeks.

"'Bout an hour." Gemma responded, sniffling back the putrid emotion she'd so obviously let flood the moments leading up to their arrival.

Jax's stomach was doing backflips at the thought of Isla crying herself to sleep in his living room--after everything that he'd put her through, too.

He feared that this was going to be the tip of the iceberg. That this was going to pulverize her sanity and compromise everything she had sought to fight off these last few days.

And he couldn't help but harbor those same suspicions as her father, either. Jax wanted to keep his mouth shut until he was certain that this was an inside job, but he was teetering toward that conclusion regardless.

It was the only viable explanation.

He, too, worried about what this would do to her. That finding out Tig was the potential culprit and reason why Opie's children were officially motherless.

"How's Ope?" She continued, already knowing the answer but asking anyway. Jax's head shook. "Oh."

"Not good, ma. But he's home now."

"And you're sure of that?"

"Yeah--I followed him back to make sure he got there in one piece. He wanted to leave the second the fuckin' ATF stormed in."

"Oh." Gem repeated herself, running her fingers through Isla's hair as she rested in her lap. "What about Clay? Where'd he get to?"

Chibs took a seat at one of the wooden chairs that'd been positioned around the coffee table, and Jax sank into the couch opposite the girls.

It was pitiful. Darkness enveloped them as Isla slept, innocently resting as the world shattered around her.

She wasn't oblivious to the happenings. She hadn't slept through it all, but she was done. Isla had been distant for days, had been fretting over the unimaginable and Gemma was worried that she was going to make herself sick if she continued the way that she was.

So she twisted her fingers and nails through the flowing waves of golden blonde, and soothed her the same way that she always did.

The same way that she found comfort as a kid.

He sighed. Exhausted. "Dunno. Last I saw he was with Tig."

"Aye." The Scot agreed with a nod, too. Hating the thought of Trager being responsible for something like this.

But it was merely a suspicion that Chibs hoped and prayed would get debunked sooner or later.

"Did he say anything?"

"Nah. He talked a little to Unser--seems to think it was a hit on Ope gone wrong--so, I guess they're gonna be lookin' into the Niners."

"Aye." Chibs spoke again, gesturing to Isla. "Did she say much when we left?"

"Not really--she just busied herself and cleaned up with Wendy. Seems like they're getting along now."

Jax smiled a bit, happy that his best friend and the mother of his child were starting to accept the presence of one another in Abel's life.

Truly, that's all he really wanted. That and his mother finally being able to turn the other cheek, and quit castigating his kid's mom.

"Did Clay leave before you?" Gemma asked, antsy. She was itching to get home, itching to see and comfort her husband because she knew that he was going to be fretting over this.

"I told you, the last I saw, he was with Tig. Dunno if he left after us, or if he's still there."

She looked away, smoothing her thumb over Isla's cheek.

"He'll be home soon--I should take off."

"Not on your own." Jax upheld, simply terrified of what could've happened to his mother had she left alone.

As far as Jax wanted her to know, this was bad blood between clubs. This was a hit put out on an innocent bystander because they knew it'd jolt SAMCRO--and it did.

It shook them to the very fucking core, jutting them repeatedly--mere moments away from crumbling and completely disintegrating into Harley Davidson dust.

And he really didn't want to admit that this was the work of his step-father and Alexander Trager. But he feared that was the only viable explanation.

"I'll--eh--I'll take her back." Chibs offered, getting up to ghost a hand over Isla's blushed cheek. "I was gonna take her home with me tonight, but I think she's better off stayin' put."

Jax agreed with a nod, smiling weakly at his mother. Though, she knew it was a coverup. A not-so-brilliant facade and attempt at showing that he was okay during this barbarous time.

"I don't wanna wake her." She mused, pushing strands of hair from her face. "She looks so damn peaceful."

Gemma hadn't a cozy moment with Isla for a while--not since she was recovering from a broken heart four summers ago.

The last time that she turned to Gemma--the same way she would as a child--for that motherly comfort.

"I know." The older man crouched to the ground, tracing faintly along her arm. Isla grumbled, slowly rousing. "C'mon petal, it's gettin' late."

He kept a hand against her, running this thumb over the freckled skin softly. Diane's crucifix caught his eye as she shifted, impairing him that little bit more tonight.

"What time is it?" She asked roughly, feeling a sting in her throat. Isla lifted herself off of Gemma's lap, rubbing at her eyes. "Is it late?"

"It's about one o'clock."

"Shit." Her hiss was sharp, galled that she'd been allowed to rest for so long whilst there was a literal wildfire sweeping its way through the club. "Ope--oh my god--Opie. Is he okay?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Jax was about to say before he even opened his mouth, and so tears ensued. Crystalline hues weeped and watered, and he was unsettled.

Unsettled because she was so strong in the face of such tragedy, rarely shedding any tears before an audience.

Unsettled because, up until the Kohn incident, Jax hadn't seen her cry since she was shot in the knee after three Mayans decidedly stormed the T M lot and strived to gun down each and every person on the premises.

He never forgave himself for that, actually. Because those bullets--though completely un-fatal and leaving a simple mark that, really, Isla referred to as her battle scars--should've been for him.

"He went home. To be with the kids." Jax cleared his throat, kneeling in front of her when Chibs got to his feet and gestured for Gemma. "He's--uh--he's in a bad way."

"Understandably." She mumbled. "Any ideas on who did this?"

Your favorite son.

"No. Clay thinks it might've been the Niners--shits been off since they decided to pull their fucking guns on us after the warehouse was raided."

"That was their rationale?"

"I guess so." He added. "It'd make sense. We lost their guns, so we lost a life--"

"But Donna." Isla argued, sitting upright. "Donna was innocent."

"We know that, love, but Laroy was probably under the impression that Ope was the one behind the wheel." Her father spoke over Jax, heeding his uncertainty. "It wasn't meant to be her."

Chibs had to blow his theory out of the water, firstly.

"A life is a life. To them, so long as they've got one of ours--someone close to us--they've succeeded with somethin'--"

"All they've succeeded with is leaving two kids without a fucking mother." Isla spat, throwing away the small blanket that Gemma had draped over her as she stood up. "And you've gotta stop being so fucking insensitive."

Jax stumbled backwards, watching her storm out of the room in her pretty little summer dress. He couldn't surmise whether following behind or leaving the woman to simmer alone, was the best idea.

It was a touchy subject, the loss of a parent. It was prickly and raw and it never ceased to strike Isla's heart. Because she understood.

She understood how much it hurt. The uncertainty of it all. Not knowing what to do next. How life changes more than what anyone ever prepares you for and, really, how nothing is ever the same again.

Isla knew it all too well. She'd been there, done that, and refused to go back. But with Chibs's life, his line of work, she was never granted that security.

And it wasn't particularly the security that she wanted, more so the knowledge of what--god forbid anything--would happen to her father. Because that's what bothered her the most about Diane.

She never knew anything about her mother's passing.

Jax got a pretty tight grip on the concept, too. But it was different with Isla--it was something she never quite grasped.

"A life is a life," Gemma mocked the insensitivity from the baffled Scotsman, shaking her head. "That wasn't just any life, Chibs. That was Opie's woman, the mother of his children, and one of Isla's oldest friends--she was family. She wasn't just a life."

His lips twitched before he exhaled sharply, knowing that she was right.

Knowing that his response was much too unsympathetic and heartless and, really, he was an idiot to forget how upset she got whenever something that pertained to the death of her mother was brought up.

"Your kid is grieving. She's grieving for Ope, for Piney, for Kenny and Ellie--for herself because this--" she gestured to nothing in particular, but he understood, "--is something she knows all too well, ain't it? Diane?"

"I know." Tersely, he responded. He pulled a hand through his hair. "I fuckin' know how she feels, but I didn't think she'd storm out when I said it!"

"Well, she's always been unpredictable."

"I know." His riposte was braided with anger, pure fury.

"Then why'd you say it?" Gemma jabbed. "Isla has been about six thousand miles away from us these last few days, and you thought that saying such a stupid thing wouldn't tip her over the edge?"

She was defensive of the blonde--always had been.

And Jax was sick of it.

Sick of the back-and-forth between the two. Sick of that holier than thou bullshit from Gemma--pretending that she wasn't thinking the same fucking thing--and sick of the way Chibs cared more to argue than to go after his daughter.

"Make sure Wendy stays if you two leave--I'm going."

"Where?" Chibs demanded.

But Jax just glared at him, stuffed his hands in both pockets, and walked straight out of the house.

It was cooler, now. The breeze had hit him square in the face the second he stepped over the threshold, and it was nice. To feel a little breeze that'd inevitably take the edge off of the lament sizzling away inside of him, was nice.

It was short lived, though. The second he realized that he couldn't see Isla--that she was completely out of sight--dragged him straight back down to earth, and the panic had set in.

He trusted her, of course he knew that she wasn't going to do anything stupid because she valued her life too much, and she wanted to do great things. So many great things.

But Jax also knew her too well. Well enough to know that the first place she would've thought about storming toward was the Clubhouse--the place that she'd find Tig.

And under any other circumstances, he wouldn't have rushed to get to her before she had a chance to get to T M. But the possibility of walking in and discerning Trager's inconsolable fury--his resentment and self-loathing--was much too great a risk for Jax to take.

He had to intercept.

He had to save her before she got the chance to set foot onto the property.

But, realistically, Jax was more than aware that Isla was probably already halfway there by now, and weaving through the unusual bustle of traffic in his small town just wasn't worth it.

"Shit." He growled, hopping onto his bike regardless. Saving a sliver of hope that he'd find her tonight.

He wasn't exactly optimistic, though. Because she'd already stormed four blocks.

Isla wrapped her cardigan tightly around her body--feeling the cold a bit more than what Jax had earlier--and hastily made her way downtown.

Surprisingly enough, she didn't fear the short walk toward the garage, but it was chilling. The thought of Donna's killer roaming freely, parading around that neighborhood, was daunting.

But she wasn't scared.

Or, at least, Isla wasn't scared until she heeded the red and blue flashing lights right in the middle of the intersection. The apparent murder scene.

Her heart sank, actually. The organ dropped to her stomach, pulsating slowly--barely--at the sight of Charming PD, CSI, and her. The group scattered, conversing, and speculating.

It was horrible. Sick.

She'd seen this before. She'd seen deaths and murders, and whatever came during the moments following. But she hasn't felt this way before.

The incapacitating throb. The discomfort and grief for such a horrendous--albeit freak--accident. And she wasn't stupid. She was as cognizant as her father and as empathetic as Jax, and she knew just as well as those two that this was not a purposeful attack.

Whether it was a consequence of Mayan or Niner misconduct, it was a wrongful onslaught that was about to cull an entire family. An entire charter.

If it hadn't already, that was.

She choked around the swell in her throat, padding along the sidewalk. She took her time, but she wasn't slow by any means. She had a place to be, and a specific person that she had to see--to talk to because she didn't know how to cope with this.

And it wasn't exactly her place to mourn for Donna. She hadn't been involved with her for some five years and she felt bad about the pair unable to rekindle their friendship. She felt bad about grieving the loss of Opie's wife--about taking the focus away from him.

But it hurt. It hurt so much--it sliced deeply, through flesh and tendon and bone--and she knew that Tig wouldn't judge her for this inveterate sorrow. He wouldn't see her as selfish or stupid for wanting to project her sincerities, her emotions.

Her heels clicked across the yard and she smiled a little bit when she passed Juice and Tig's bikes beside one another, letting her know that she wasn't going to be alone in there.

She was scared now, though. Because she hadn't talked about this yet. Hadn't talked about how she felt and how she was going to approach Opie the next time she saw him.

"Juice?" Isla squeaked from the doorway, waiting for him to turn around and run to her, or something. But he didn't move, didn't lift his head.

It was dreary inside. The lights had been dimmed, the men surrounding the tables and bar were downtrodden, and Isla felt as though she'd just walked through the gates of hell.

The vibrancy and boisterous nature of SAMCRO had come to a complete standstill, and she was actually yearning for the sleaze that usually enveloped the space.

Her sigh was defeated, forlorn. She sniffed as her nose ran, making her way to the bathroom to go and clean herself up--because she knew that she looked dreadful, and didn't want anybody to really see her that way.

"Is anyone in here?" She asked softly against the locked door, knowing that the answer was yes and that Tig was the occupant--but she persisted, anyway.

The mellifluous rhythm bled through the oak, jolting him still as blood poured from the gash in his head, and shattered glass surrounded his frame and the sink.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, glaring monotonously at himself in front of the mirror. Glaring at the fucking monster that was about to welcome Isla into open arms, comforting her because he knew that she'd need it.

"Yeah," He opened up, smiling down at her. "But I'm done, if you wanna--"

"What happened to you?" She put a hand against his chest, pushing him back into the room. Her brow furrowed when he didn't respond. "Tiggy?"

His entire body winced at Isla's soft touch. At the way her pink nails traced over the patch of skin on his chest, uncovered by his shirt--the shirt he was going to burn after tonight.

She gently gripped at his chin, turning his face to the right to get a better look at the incision on his left. Her eyes filled again, lips turned downward.

"Let me clean you up."

"You don't gotta--"

"I do." Isla cut him off, blinking away her tears. "If it doesn't get treated, it might get infected."

Like father, like daughter--always the first person to tend to an injury. She was so loving, so benevolent. Nothing like him, he thought.

Tig watched her maneuver around the tiny bathroom, admiring her desire to patch him up. To care for him and help make him feel better.

Not much would've helped at that moment, but she was trying her best.

"How'd you get over here?" He asked, leaning against the sink.

"I walked--"

"You walked?" Pissed, Tig spat. "Jesus fuck, Isla, you can't walk these parts alone, anymore."

She looked up at him from the spot she was crouched at, sifting through a small first-aid kit in the cabinet. "Who said I was alone?"

"Were you?" His eyes narrowed. She got to her feet, putting the small plastic box beside him, looking his face over a few times.

Her head shook. "Nope. Never alone with these thoughts."

Tig couldn't not chuckle at her response, but he was still worried about her. He didn't worry often--he was too selfish for that--but anything to do with his favorite blonde saw him panic like a madman.

"And the voices, too." She mused, breaking out into a genuine smile the first time all evening. "They always keep me real good company."

"Yeah?" Isla's head bobbed, cupping his chin again. "Me too--me 'n you don't seem to be too different after all, baby."

"Never said that we weren't." She poked her tongue out a little bit, surveying the damage. "Never said that we were the same, either."

"We're not the same." He confirmed, curling his hand around her wrist as she held an alcohol pad above his cut. "We are not the same, Isla."

Her head tilted, trying to discern what he meant. But she couldn't, and it caused an uncomfortable shiver to flicker down her spine.

"This might hurt." She whispered in an attempt to dissipate the small tension, gently running her thumb over his chin.

The other was--alongside her pointer finger--tapping the small antiseptic against the wound. She frowned the more he winced, though Tig's smile and hold on her wrist was still present.

"I like the pain."

"I know you do, Tiger." Isla joked. But she couldn't help wondering how the fuck he managed to do this to himself tonight.

Why he would do this to himself tonight.

"I don't wanna have to stitch your pretty face up," she pursed her lips and got him to hold the cotton in place.

"You think I got a pretty face?"

"The prettiest." Her retort was instantaneous, missing that usual glint of something resembling a joke.

She was serious--she wasn't engaging in that usual banter with him today. She was too run down for it, actually.

"Gonna have to give you a couple of butterfly stitches, if that's okay?" Isla looked up at him, holding out the small bandages with a smile. "It won't hurt. And they'll probably dissolve in, like, a week or so."

"Go for it. I love when you play nurse."

She lightly whacked at his chest, laughing as she got him to sit on the closed toilet lid to get a better reach. He wasn't tall, but neither was she. Isla needed him to lower his height if she wanted to successfully repair him.

The comfort, the aid and assistance had him forgetting about tonight--had her forgetting the real reason for her impromptu arrival to the clubhouse--but not forgetting about the newfound misery that encircled SAMCRO.

"You alright?" He asked when she hadn't made a movement, when her eyes seemed to focus on the shelves above the tank of the toilet. "I can do it myself, if you don't wanna--"

"I wanna." The smile she produced was fake--uncomfortable as tears rolled down perfectly blushed cheeks.

It broke his heart. Everything she was doing and saying--and even feeling because her pain was palpable--was breaking his heart and Tig felt like hell for doing this.

"I'm sorry," she stuck the first stitch to his forehead carefully, getting him to rip off the back of the second because her fingers were too shaky to get a solid grip.

"Don't be." He handed it to her. "It's been a tough night."

Her laugh was humorless, dull. "You can say that again, Tiggy."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." She sent him an apologetic look, but he got it.

Isla trusted him with her life--for some reason--but she found it hard to open up sometimes. In regards to something this serious, she struggled to get a solid handle on her emotions and how to express them.

He understood her, though. Understood her well enough, her mannerisms and thought processes, and he just wondered if she felt like divulging her pain tonight.

She didn't, though. And Tig didn't particularly mind that. He didn't want to feel that twisted pang of regret, the vehement churn of his stomach whenever she said Donna's name--which she was yet to do, and she probably wouldn't at this point, either.

"I just wanna cry." She stated plainly, not even reluctantly anymore.

Like Gemma, he hadn't seen her cry for a long time. And it wasn't a nice visual, actually.

But he was supportive, and just wanted her to do anything that'd make her feel somewhat better--so he encouraged it.

Isla put everything down, gave his face the once over for the last time, and set herself on the tile with her back to the door.

"You wanna cry? Do it, baby. If it'll help, just do it." He assured, getting to the ground beside her. "I know you don't like doin' it in front of me, but I won't tell anyone, if that's what you want."

"You make me seem like a battle ax." Isla quipped, sniffling. "I don't care if anyone sees me cry--everyone knows that I do. It's just..."

"Showing vulnerability ain't a nice thought. I know."

God. She hated how well he understood her. How he knew what she was going to fucking say. All the time.

Tig wound an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Instinctively, she rested her head against his shoulder.

"I get it." He stated mindlessly, pushing tousled blonde strands from her forehead. "But y'know you can always trust me, kid. I'll never tell anyone that you feel emotions--"

"I'm literally the most emotional person you all know." Isla protested weakly, hoping he didn't mind the feeling of her tears bleeding through his shirt.

He didn't.

"I just don't really like crying. It's not a true testament to my character--I'm supposed to be the happy one around these parts. The sickeningly optimistic Irish girl--"

"You can still be a crier, too."

"I know." She finally wrapped her arms around his middle as they sat together. "But people just don't take girls seriously when they cry. And I don't want my position here to be compromised, I guess. I don't want my dad, or Gemma, or Clay to think I can't handle being around the club anymore--because I can. And I always will."

"They wouldn't think different of you for that." He promised, rubbing circles over her shoulder the more he felt the navy cotton dampen. "This is a real tough thing, Isla, nobody is gonna chastise you for shedding a tear. They'd probably think different of you if you didn't cry."

"You think?"

He nodded.

"Crying shows that you got empathy and a heart. We all know your heart is bigger than..." Thick eyebrows crumpled together before he let out a little chuckle. "Bigger than Clay's ego. It's huge, your heart."

"Well, it's gotta be. If I wanna love all of you--warts 'n all--my heart has gotta be huge."

"Exactly," he drew out his response, earning a laugh and something reminiscent of an optimistic smile from her.

Trager never saw himself as the kind of man to make a girl smile or laugh after a little pep talk--after or before incredible sex, perhaps, but never as a result of his unusually comforting nature.

But he just had that effect on Isla--something she wasn't able to extrapolate verbally. Something she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to comprehend, either.

"You've just gotta try not to make yourself too vulnerable, that's all, 'cuz people will get used to coddling you. And I know that's now what you want."

"That's what I mean." She frowned, pulling herself away a bit. "I don't wanna be seen as inferior for being able to cry about the things that you, or Gem, or dad, are able to keep a poker face over. I'm just...I'm just thin-skinned sometimes, and I'm yet to be desensitized to this stuff, I guess."

"You're not thin-skinned for crying tonight." He scolded, knowing that she didn't want to elucidate her thoughts about the happening, but he just couldn't help himself.

"Desensitization don't mean shit when you've lost someone you care about--it's always gonna hurt, sweetheart. Always. And there ain't nothing you can do to stop that."

He was the one with misty eyes, now. He was the one trying to bite back tears, trying to conceal the spread of his sadness--the uncomfortable soreness in his chest. In his heart that wasn't anywhere near as big and full as hers.

"You're never gonna grow immune to grief--I promise you'll always feel that. Whether you show it--how you show it--is another thing, though."

"You feel it?"

"Tonight?"

"In general."

She couldn't seem to recall the last time that she saw him cry--if she'd ever seen it, actually. Aside from this moment, of course.

Tears fell to the apples of his cheeks and she, without any reluctance, used the pad of her thumb to brush them away.

And he got it, now. The idea of showing vulnerability being a fucking liability. Because the pity washing over her soft, beautiful features made him feel fragile.

"All the time. All the fuckin' time."

"It really never goes away?"

"No." Tig sniffed harshly, forcing a smile. "But you learn to cope. You learn that it ain't the end of the world and that life just goes on after death."

"Profound." She chuckled once again. "That's some deep, deep shit, Tigger. Almost made me forget about how much I wanna hysterically break down."

"Do it. That'll make me feel better about my injury."

"Your self-inflicted injury." Isla stated knowingly, but she didn't clarify just what she meant.

Because it could've been an array of things, but he liked to think that she was just referring to his little forehead aperture.

"I like it. It makes you look badass." Isla held a hand out to Tig when he pulled himself upward, and she wanted to follow suit.

"Does it make me look hot, too?"

"Absolutely." Again, it wasn't laced in a tease. It was honest, and the small smile she produced was sincere. "Be careful with it, though. Try not to get it wet or anything, because it'll dissolve too soon--"

"I've had them before, y'know?"

"Why is that so hard to believe?" Isla rolled her eyes. "You're a super scary, malicious, calculating guy when you've gotta be. But I know that you're accident prone."

He curled his eyebrow upward. "Scary?"

"Totally. I've seen you hold a gun to a guy's head." A chill impaired her, frightening her. "Shits terrifying, Tig. Remind me to never get on your bad side."

"You couldn't even if you tried."

"You think?" Her qualm was unexpected, almost challenging him as she unlocked the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway. "I think I could."

What's she playing at? She was sobbing two minutes ago.

Oh, I get it. This is her facade--actin' all care free, and shit.

Tig followed behind--every step--as she clicked along the wooden floor of the clubhouse.

"You couldn't. Trust me." He stated lowly, reaching for her hand when she stuttered a little.

Isla noticed her father next time Juice, drinking at the bar with their backs to the duo. She didn't want to see him, right now.

Talking to Chibs would've ignited whatever fucking fire inside of her that'd started to blaze out of control earlier tonight, and she'd worked hard to contain this inferno.

"What you can do, though, is turn your pretty little ass back around, and go get some rest in the dorm. It's been a long night."

She didn't refute, she didn't try to get out of it because she didn't want to. Isla couldn't bear the thought of waltzing past her father, talking to him about her tiny outburst, and resuming as normal.

Because she couldn't do that. Not tonight, anyway.

"Tig?"

"Uh huh." He responded, his eyes glued to the back of Juice's cut as he slammed yet another shot back.

Probably wondering what the fuck had gone down tonight.

"Can you stay with me?" Her retort forced his focus to land on her, and the defenselessness--sheer exposure--in her attitude.

It wasn't the simple fact of wanting to be alone.

She couldn't be alone. Not anymore.

Ringed fingers squeezed her hand reassuringly, guiding her into the back room, holding her close. Because that's what she really, truly wanted.

"'Course I can. Anything for you, Isla."

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SCP 105 - Iris (New Character)

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First Encounter You both met when you accidentally walked into Iris. This caused you both to accidentally drop your lunch and she felt so bad that she went up and got you another one. Later on, you both started to hang out big by bit and became close friends. Not only that, you've met Abel, though only through observation, and Cain, who was friendly and gave you a tour since you were new to the place.

Your Feelings for Her You've realised that you had feelings for her when you felt your heart pounded from just the thought of her came up. This was made prominent when Iris became more shy and attempted to flirt with you every time you both saw each other. Poor Cain was just sat there awkwardly while the other doctors began to notice the strange behaved and started to ship you both. It wouldn't have been too hard if it wasn't for the fact that you both were shy and awkward. Some like Clef and Bright would tease you where as Glass and Kondraki would just be in awe.

Her Confession Following the events from the above point, both you and Iris asked each other out a few hours after and you both said yes at the same time. Unfortunately for the both of you, you both happened to be outside of 035's testing room where he possessed a guy and heard the whole thing. Word spread across the foundation and everyone would either tease or be in awe from the sight of you both together. Cain would pop up now and again to check up on you and you both would tease him because he doesn't even have a partner yet and he's acting like a grandpa. You both constantly have him grey hair from your childish antics.

Date Dates with Iris would be rather sweet and most of the time, you'd be visiting others or just chilling. Sometimes you'd even go to 'God' and just have some small talks. Other times you'd be with 999 where you would share treats and enjoy the rest of your days outside. But most of the time, you'd be spending time alone together in her cell or if you're allowed to, have a stroll just outside the facility, with some guards monitoring you both obviously.

When she's jealous Don't. Ever. Make. Her. Jealous. Ever.

She looks kind and gentle on the outside, but in the inside, she could kill you instantly if she wanted to. The person who hit on you learnt this the hard way. Poor person thought you was single and attempted to flirt but failed miserably. Of course, our girl here, Iris, witnesses this in the corner and went out of her way to take you back. And arm over your waist and she stared daggers which sent shivers to the poor guy as he just ran. You thought she was cute and when she was flustered. Needless to say, you both stayed up the whole night.

When there's a containment breach Iris would be the mother hen when it came to containment breaches. She'd constantly worry about you which motivated her to search for you without rest and wouldn't listen to anyone at all. Not even 343, 999 or Cain. You'd be a bit more chilled about this, but you'd worry just as much and would instantly look for Iris if you weren't with her in the first place. One time you almost got hurt and Iris refuses to leave you alone ever again. This, of course, surprised the staff because they've never seen her so protective of you.

Yandere!SCP 105 Yandere!Iris would be the same as Jealous!Iris but with more possessiveness and a slight anger issue. Like she'd tie you up if she's feeling overly jealous and perhaps torture you if you'd flirt back just because. However, if she's feeling generous, she'd just have an arm around you and show some affection while staring venomous daggers to whoever if grabbing your attention. In conclusion, Iris would never ever attempt to hurt you on purpose and she's overly soft. Unless provoked obviously. Sometimes you'd even tell her that she's being paranoid and obnoxious to which she claims it's for your safety and she doesn't want anyone to take you away from her since she's experienced many things in the foundation.

How she reacts to her angry!S/O Let's say you both are such a loving and calm couple, so you both making each other mad would be rare and if it were to happen, you'd both cheer each other up. In this case, someone was trying to hit up Iris, your girl, and wanted to asked her out in a date. You overhearing this decided to storm up to the guy and gave him a good old punch in the eye which did resulted in him being taken to the medics. Iris had to restrain you and calm you down as the guards had to escort you both out of the area temporarily. Luckily, you went back to being your old self and had a talk with Iris to which she replied that you looked cute and hot when you're mad.

When someone tries to steal you away Iris' reaction wouldn't be too far of from jealous and Yandere!Iris but albeit softer and more worried. The only reason why someone would steal you away is either they're obsessed with you or they needed Iris to do something for them. In this case, the kidnapper wants Iris to do something for him because he has a hard time finding a certain SCP. He, let's call him John, was able to kidnap you because you weren't with Iris. You were supposed to meet up with her at 10:00 am but you never showed up. Iris went looking for you for 5 hours and none of the researchers had an idea of where you could've been. That's until a kind soul went to help Iris by contacting the O5 Councils and Bright went in to search. Turns out, John worked with the Serpents Hand and needed Iris to search for the SCP who kidnapped his younger brother, who in turn, worked for Chaos and Insurgency (Complicated, I know 😅). Luckily Dr. Bright and Iris managed to find you before anything could happen and Iris never left your side ever since.

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I love the fic on how abel mets charlize! Now im curious on how Shuli mets Reynold🤔

This weird attraction

This might come as a shock to you but Reynold has never really interacted with a woman outside of his family.

I know.

Shocking.

Sure, he was popular with girls. Obviously. But none of them are interesting to him. And he doesn't have that high of standards. He just wants the girl he chooses to be pretty and smart. And she should get along with his siblings.

This isn't to high right?

" Brother Reynold? "

Reynold looks at his younger sister, that stands next to him.

" Yes Lili? "

" Are you thinking of something weird again? "

" Wha- What kind of picture to you have of your older brother! "

" An accurate one. "

Reynold turns his head and looks straight at his other sister. Penelope stares right at him. Oh, and everyone that says that he's intimidated is wrong.

He would never.

" Sister! "

Lili runs over to her older sister and hugs her.

" Hello Lili. "

" Are you busy right now? If not would you like to play with me? "

" Yes! Bye, brother Reynold! "

Reynold waves after his two sisters as they leave.

This place was pretty. Sure, he knew that before too, but still sitting here makes it more evident to him.

He had missed this place. Living in the capital was nice, he's not complaining, but this was home. It was here that his father had thought him how to hunt and he first got introduced to a sword. And while there are more people in the capital, the countryside just felt right.

He lets his gaze glance over the view. Until his eyes catch something. A person.

It was a woman, and wow, Reynold has never seen someone this pretty (well maybe his mother or/and sister).

He can't take his eyes off her. It's like gravity wants him to look at her.

" Wow... "

A voice in his head, that sounds awfully lot like Penelope, calls him embarrassing. He can't blame that voice. He is embarrassing, staring at a stranger like that. Taking his eyes off of her feels so unbelievable.

His heart stops for a second when their eyes meet, and with his heart, the world stops too.

The woman smiles and god Reynold might die with how beautiful she looks. He returns the smile and prays that he doesn't look too stupid.

Shuli on the other hand thinks that man on top of the hill is handsome. While she is wondering why he was staring, she found that she doesn't mind. Is it because he is handsome? Maybe.

For a second she feels the urge to move closer to him. Talk to him. Yet, she does not move. She just looks at him.

It's the man that moves first. He walks closer to her with a smile.

" Hello, what brings you out here? "

His voice was low but not too low for his age. There was a soft tone to his voice and she thinks that she could listen to him for the rest of her life.

" I was just enjoying the warm air here. What might bring you here? "

" I too, am enjoying the warm weather. "

Shuli feels the urge to know more. It's such a weird reaction to a random person she met. Yet she didn't know what to ask.

" What might your name be, my lady? "

" It's Shuli von Neuschwanstein and yours? "

" It's Reynold. But Neuschwanstein..? That sounds familiar. "

Ah, Shuli wonders if Reynold would be disappointed to find that she had her stepchildren.

" Ah, how could I forget! My father used to be friends with your ex-husband. "

Shuli blinks in surprise. He was aware? That was a different outcome.

" I see, how nice. So we would've met if my husband stayed a little longer? "

Reynold's face darkens and Shuli wonders what she said wrong. She opens her mouth to apologize but ends up being interrupted.

" Who knows? I do hope we would've met. "

Reynold was surprised by how good he can talk. It felt impressive to him.

Shuli smiles once again and Reynold's heart beats even faster.

And shit, he might actually be in love.

⟨ Crossover Manwha Family Tree ⟩

⟨ Reynold x Shuli - Masterlist ⟩

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About a month ago, I had a fairly random revelation that Lilith was to Lucifer what Adam was to Michael. Not in the sense that she was ever his vessel, as all humans capable of serving that role are purportedly descended from Adam and Eve, and, while it’s never specifically confirmed to be true for the Supernatural universe, most lore surrounding Lilith sets her up as being too old for that.

And I also don’t necessarily mean that Lucifer and Lilith were in love—Lucifer is too egotistical and arrogant for me, personally, to believe he’s capable of a true romantic bond, and it is twice stated that he lost his virginity to Kelly Kline, in settings that leant themselves toward his credibility on this subject (musing aloud to an uncomprehending Kelly in the privacy of their bedroom, and awkwardly grappling for something to say in his first unplanned meeting with Jack, respectively)—leading me to believe that the recognizable sleazy substitute for love (lust) was not present between these two either. But, I do think that there was a connection there, and I do find myself curious about it.

After all, Lilith was willing to die to set Lucifer free from the cage. And yes, I am aware that she had made a deal with Michael to help set off the apocalypse, and she was obligated to carry out her part, but has anyone ever wondered what exactly Lilith got out of the bargain? She’s not exactly written like Eve, from season 6. She is not mothering toward demonkind. I can’t see her sharing Michael’s motivation to bring God back. The one who stood to benefit from her sacrifice, was, in fact, Lucifer. (And Michael, obviously.)

I think that the bond Lilith and Lucifer formed was a bit similar to what Adam and Michael had, in that it came from a lack of choice. I firmly believe that Lilith and Lucifer spent a decent amount of time together in Hell, just the two of them. Likely for a much longer period of time than Michael and Adam did in the cage. We don’t know exactly when Lucifer made Lilith, but we do know that he was out and moving around for awhile after the apple incident that Gadreel was incarcerated for—after all, Cain was a grown man when he caught Lucifer circling Abel and agreed to take the Mark. And bible ages are a little strange, but let’s say that that’s a good couple of decades in earth time. That’s much longer in Hell. Assuming that Lilith was turned prior to Cain, that’s a long time with Lucifer and Lilith being the only two occupants of Hell. (Well, except for Ramsey and her hellpuppies; remember she was pregnant when Lucifer saved her from extinction.)

And I wonder if in that time, the two of them could have developed a begrudging sort of friendship? Just from the forced proximity—Michael was clearly capable of decimating Lilith on sight if she went back to earth, and there weren’t exactly a lot of humans wondering around that early on in the species to provide her with cover—not to mention a meatsuit. She was pretty much stuck there, while Lucifer was presumably laying low, while he got his schemes together. Setting up the horsemen, binding Death, somehow getting and hiding the demon tablet, creating the Princes of Hell, and such. . .Just a lot of stuff, and where he used to have a vast multitude of siblings to talk to, he now just had this snarky little corrupted human soul, and I think—I think—they became friends.

And Lucifer considers this to be the filthiest thing that he’s ever done—on par with the most torrid, disgusting affair that anyone has ever had, and he still hates everything about it to this day. That’s why Lucifer never once talks about Lilith. He is nauseated by the fact that they were the original frenemies, completely disgusted and powerless to resist their intense conversational chemistry, and if they saw each other tomorrow there’s a tiny part of him that will still light up because no one has ever been more thoroughly on his level.

And it’s fucking mutual. If they saw each other tomorrow, they would exchange the most vehement of insults, maybe even physically attack one another, shouting their hatred at full volume—and then a few hours later be spotted at a coffee shop, passionately talking trash on Sam Winchester, and set terrible, terrible plans in motion that will plague Sammy’s life for the next several years. When they part ways, they would both feel intensely dirty, telling themselves that this will never happen again—but Lucifer has never been one to resist temptation, and at 3am finds himself sending that text message he knows he’ll regret later. . . “So what are your thoughts on Dean? ;)” And off they go again, all night long.

And that’s why Lilith was willing to lay down her life to set Lucifer free. And it’s also why she had her moment of doubt, when she nearly got Sam to agree to that demon deal. She had a moment of realizing that she was about to die for an asshole she doesn’t even like.

I personally like to think that Michael was the archangel who nearly came blasting in to defend Chuck that night, when Dean pulled the plug on the deal Sam was about to make (and before you try to tell me that wasn’t a real deal because Lilith was planning a trap—rewatch that scene, Sam was the one who played dirty by reaching for the demon-killing knife; Lilith was busy eyeing his crotch through his jeans and feeling up his chest). After Lilith smoked out of her meatsuit, I like to think that Michael followed her and gave a kind of prep talk, telling her that it’s important that they remember their motivations, shameful though they might be

At which point, Lilith just bursts into tears, crying, “Oh god, you’re right. . .He’s my best friend—how did this happen? How did this—Oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m going to be sick!”

Lilith sobs into Michael’s wings, while Michael is just sort of stuck standing there, because Lilith is gripping one of his four heads with both hands as she cries, while the other three are looking around for help, intensely confused because he, of course, was talking about bringing God back, and now he has no idea what to do to get out of this uncomfortable social situation that he does not understand.

And thinking about Lucifer and Lilith and Michael and Adam as parallels, it gets me asking these questions about how things would go if the roles were reversed. Would Adam willing lay down his life to free Michael from the cage? As a fanfiction writer, I enjoy the idea of saying yes.

In fact, I’m a little enamored with the idea of a parallel world where everything is flipped. Where it’s Michael in the box, and Adam running around breaking seals, Adam on that final, fateful night—after having had his moment of doubt in which he’d lured Ramiel into a secluded spot and offered to stand down and nearly banged Ramiel’s brains out in the bargain—but that’s all past, and now he’s firm in his resolve. Adam standing in front of a mirror—but instead of the white gown that Lilith wore, Adam’s in a black suit, dressed as if it were his wedding day, though he’ll never see his groom. And Raphael appearing at his elbow, looking concerned—instead of some random follower of Lilith’s, and Adam telling Raphael to be happy. Everything is going to be okay.

And it’s Adam reclining against the alter, all serene anticipation as Ramiel—the second Prince of Hell, who rejected his place in the succession because all he wanted was to live out a quiet life with his fishing gear, well away from the Pit and the Life—comes storming into the church with Zachariah at his side, assuring Ramiel that he’s trained for this, he can do it—only to have Azazel come bursting in behind them, shouting, “NO, RAMMY! IT’S WHAT HE WANTS!”