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rosesgonerogue · 4 years ago

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How to be a Dad 101

Chapter Four - Villain AU

Jasonette July Day Five

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“Marinette, Alya is here!” Sabine called up the stairs.

“Thanks Maman, I’ll see you later!” Marinette called back, launching herself down. Sure enough, her best friend was waiting for her at the bakery’s front door. “Nino isn’t with you?”

“He’s helping Chris get all of the kids settled, the sucker,” Alya said, though Marinette couldn’t tell which Lahiffe boy was being called the sucker.

“Are we sure that Chris can handle all the kids at once?” Marinette asked, admittedly nervous.

“No,” Alya said matter-of-factly. “But Nora is going to drop in on then to make sure everything is okay.”

“But are you sure? I just feel bad, you know Jules has been biting. Maybe I should—”

“If you were going to finish that sentence with ‘stay with the kids,’ I will strangle you, Marinette. I love you girl, but it has been three months since I’ve gone somewhere and not taken a diaper bag with me, and I know it’s been way longer than that for you. Give me tonight.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, Alya,” Marinette said, holding up her hands. “I will leave things in Chris’s questionable hands.”

Alya softened a bit. “Look, I get it. Next time we’ll try to plan for a day when Manon is available, she’s really good with the kids.

“Deal. So have we heard if everyone is going to make it tonight?”

“Almost everyone. Adrien and Kagami might be a little late? Rose has a fundraiser she has to be at tonight, but other than that I think we’re a go.”

“Wow, it’s been a long time since we’ve all been together like this,” Marinette said. “It’ll almost feel like old times.”

“It sounds like Max is finally letting us meet his wife. I think Kim has a running bet on whether or not she’s a robot.”

“Kim is still on that? He’s probably just jealous that Max beat him to getting married even though he hasn’t known Camille very long.”

“Hold up girl, you know Max’s wife’s name?” Alya demanded. “Spill.”

“It was nothing much, I only know her because I made her wedding dress,” Marinette said, pausing at the sidewalk corner. “Do we go left or right?”

“Right. But how did you not tell me this?” Alya demanded.

“Even though we’re school friends, I still have to maintain a certain level of professionality. I can’t go tell Paris’s most promising reporter about one of the world’s most promising computer programmers personal life. Besides, Max really wanted to surprise everyone,” Marinette said, smirking. “The dress was one of my finest creations yet.”

“Fine, I suppose I can’t compromise one of the world’s most promising young designers,” Alya huffed. “But she has good taste? This gets more mysterious by the moment.”

“So who picked the place this time? I know we’re trusting Chris with the kids, but you know how Kim gets when we go to his bar, and I don’t know if I trust Chris to watch them all night because we got a little tipsy or something.”

“Well, it is at Kim’s bar, but don’t worry, he’ll be too distracted by Max, so we won’t even be tempted by all of the free alcohol. Besides, you always seem like such a pro at resisting temptation.”

Getting to Kim’s bar didn’t take long, even on foot. Once there, a good portion of their high school class yelled greetings from the back of the bar.

“Alya, Marinette! Good to see you, but where’s Nino?” Kim asked, opening the door for them.

“He’s helping Chris get the kids situated, he’ll be here soon,” Alya said, hugging the muscular man. “Is Max here yet? I hear we get to meet the wife.”

“Yeah, she’s way out of his league,” Kim said, jabbing a thumb towards the corner of the bar.

As much as Marinette had complained, she couldn’t help but smile upon coming into the bar. Kim had fallen into the role of bartender easily, amusing his patrons with tales of akumas and the Miraculous team – although tales of King Monkey were definitely the most popular. It was a clean, warm space, decorated with murals and framed newspaper clippings about any akuma incidents involving their class.

“You must’ve been desperate if Chris is babysitting,” Adrien said, sidling up next to her. “Manon was busy?”

“She had a study group,” Marinette said, bumping his shoulder with hers. While she considered Alya her best friend, Adrien still was, and always would be her partner, the black cat to her ladybug. He knew her mind in ways that no one else ever could. “You caught me. So what do you think of Max’s wife? I think she’s absolutely adorable.”

“Marinette, you knew about Max’s wedding?” someone yelled, positively betrayed.

“I think it’s time for s to join the others, but for the record I completely agree with you.” Adrien offered her an arm to escort her to the rest of the group. “By the way, Kagami says hello.”

“How is pregnancy treating your lovely wife?”

“Oh, the normal. The cravings, the irrational anger, average pregnancy-type things. The last time I mentioned you she nearly skewered me with a fire poker and told me that if I spoke about any other woman that way she would kill me where I stood. After that she cried for a few minutes because she missed you.”

“It sounds like I need to pay her a visit,” Marinette said brightly.

“So we’re just ignoring the part where my life was in danger, typical. I should have known that you would side with her,” Adrien pouted.

“You can complain to me when you’ve been pregnant,” Marinette said, patting his cheek.

“I’d like to think I’m a fairly decent husband, so I would say I’m allowed to be a little offended by threats of homicide.”

“No, that’s just pregnancy,” Nino said, his version of a grand entrance. “The more violent they are means you’re taking good care of them.”

By this point they’d gotten to the larger group, and Max’s wife, Camille, a sweet, auburn-haired woman, brightened. “Marinette, it’s lovely to see you again!”

“Wait, you really did know about this too, Marinette?!” Kim demanded.

“Client confidentiality, Kim,” Marinette said with a wicked smile. “Rose can’t make it, so everyone is officially here, Camille.”

“Oh, perfect,” she said, clapping her hands. “Max and I have an announcement to make!”

“Don’t tell me you’re already having a kid!” Alix groaned. “All of you are making it even more sucky to be single right now.”

“We came to invite you to our wedding,” Max said, pushing up his glasses.

“Excuse me, what?” Chloe asked.

“What we did before was just a little ceremony in England for Camille’s parents. Did you guys really think I could get married without all of you?”

There were a few beats of silence before chaos erupted. Kim had Max in a headlock while at least three of the girls were asking Camille about wedding plans. Nearby Alix was still sulking about being single.

When everyone settled down, Mylene said, “We’re getting old, aren’t we?”

“I’m going to die alone,” Alix lamented.

“We’re still in our twenties,” Marinette reminded her. “We’ve got time.”

“But if you’re still single how do any of the rest of us stand a chance?” she demanded.

“Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget that Marinette is still single because of the whole…” he waved his hand, indicating things he couldn’t put words to, “… situation.”

“Exactly!” Alix spat. “She’s perfect, she makes a perfect mother, and she’s handling everything better alone than any of us can with a significant other! I’m doomed!”

“But Marinette is still looking, just like you, Alix,” Mylene pointed out. “She just did things a little out of order.”

“And I’m not perfect, I promise you,” Marinette said with the weariness that could only be a product of parenthood.

“Is Jules still in a biting phase?” Sabrina asked.

“Unfortunately yes,” Alya said with that same weariness.

“Since we’re on the topic, what was the baby daddy even like?” Kim asked. “We haven’t heard much about him, and from what little I’ve heard, I can’t help but picture him as one of those old cartoon villains twirling his mustache and preying on young girls.”

“Villain works. Although I would have called him a lying, scheming—” Adrien cut off, glancing at the young parents he was situated between, Marinette in particular was known for body-checking people if they used any sort of questionable language regardless of if there was a child present, “-scheming meanie pants,” he finished lamely.

“It’s okay, Adrien, this is a safe zone,” Alya said, patting his shoulder. “You can tell them that Jason is a bastard.”

Nathaniel inhaled sharply, choking on his drink. “Wow… I just… What would you say about him, Marinette?”

“I wouldn’t call him that,” Marinette said, ignoring Alya and Adrien’s protests. “Really, I had no misconceptions about the way things were. We never gave each other our numbers, or even our last names. Something bigger than both of us brought us together, and I don’t regret it. If I’m lucky, maybe it will bring us together once more.”

The class fell silent until Alix groaned once more, burying her head in her arms. “I’M GOING TO DIE ALONE!”

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I thought this chapter would barely meet the word limit I’ve set for myself, but that was not a problem. If you want to be tagged, or if I forgot to tag you, just leave a comment below. Also just leave a comment below regardless, I’ve been helping my family move all week and I need something to keep me sane. In all reality, though, I write like this mainly to improve my skills as well as get feedback on them, so I appreciate any comment you send my way.

This story is also really different from what I normally write. Despite the premise, it’s WAY more slice of life than I’ve ever done long-term like this, so I especially want to hear your reactions on this!

#jasonette july 2k20 #jasonette #maribat #jason x marinette #mominette

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bellamyblake · 5 years ago

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write that fic about post mt weather bellamy having ptsd!!!!!!!!!

WARNING: This got very painful TM

He wakes up feeling as if his arms are in chains, as if something is pulling him by the neck but once he opens his eyes and bolts upright in his bed, there’s nothing there.

He still can’t take his breath, he’s shivering, his entire body shaken by violent tremors, his eyes can’t focus and his arms are numb.

He wants to scream but nothing comes out and it feels like that’s the worst of it. That he can’t let it out, none of it-he can’t scream, can’t cry, can’t do anything at all.

It has happened so many times that by now he knows the drill.

He wakes up in the middle of the night-t-shirt drenched, hair sticking to his head, hands shooting up to grab onto something, anything that would steady him but nothing comes.

The worst is that he is unable to move, it’s like he’s frozen in one place, his whole body feels as if struck by a lightening and yet he trembles and he can’t stop it even when he clenches his fists or tries to grab onto the bed rails.

It took him a few week to figure out that curling up on the cold floor would help get some of the control back but he would struggle to breathe for half an hour, sometimes more and once he was better, his heart would still be violently trumping in his chest for hours after.

It felt as if something was holding him and yet there wasn’t anything which made it worse because he so desperately wished to just be held.

Every time he closed his eyes, he’d see chains around his neck, someone yanking him back, spraying him with something firey and plunging something in his mouth.

He’d feel as if in hell and shake, shake, shake until his body gave up and passed out.

He was always grateful for that part.

If he fell asleep and woke again, it’d be from nightmares much different than the first ones.

He’d be standing a top of a mountain of bodies-when he’d look down he’d see the body of a boy no older than six, with blond hair and bright brown eyes deadly staring at him, mouth agape, arms stretched, waiting for a hug from a father who’ll never come to pick him up.

When he’d look up, he’d see Maya crying, pointing at him, wondering.

“I thought you said you wanted to save people.”

The second time he was back in reality, he’d be too tired to even feel anything. He’d get up and drag himself to the common baths where he’d let the water hit his hard back until it got red from the warmth and he’d tell himself this is hell and he deserved it.

Then he’d throw himself in work, all day, every day, without a rest.

He had given his jacket to Kane, he was no longer part of the guard, didn’t care for any of it. When he was asked why, he had simply shrugged.

“I can’t protect anyone.” he’d mumbled and left the chancellor’s chambers.

He barely spoke to anyone and he’d thrown all his efforts into building cabins, hunting game or chopping woods and helping build the walls around camp that would keep them safe.

But his favorite has been plowing the ground and putting seeds, watching the plants grow-beans, wheat, corn, there was even a nice little flowery garden where the kids often found him.

He’d only smile around them now. They’d come rushing after their school lessons and sit around him while he put on peonies, daisies, roses, anything that Monty had found for him.

They’d circle him and climb on him, ask him to braid their hairs and put flowers in them, begging him to make them flower crowns or bouquets for their mothers and fathers and he’d fulfill all their wishes.

“What’s your favorite flower, Bell-me?” once asked a boy named Han as Bellamy put a beautiful yellow chrysanthemum crown on his head.

“Hm…I like the dandelions.” he had said and a girl about ten year old called Yeka had frowned.

“Dandelions? But they’re nothing special and they get blown by the wind when the winds come.”

“That’s true” Bellamy had agreed as he fixed the pretty daisy tucked behind her ear “They die when they are blown away but they also give so much when it happens.”

“How come?” Han asked confused and the other children kept gathering around handling Bellamy flowers for him to put into beautiful crowns.

There was a three year old girl who’s arms were wrapped around his neck and he had pushed down the feeling of being choked by the chains of the Mountain when he felt her there, instead letting her warmth and light calm him down.

Another boy, Gene, who was just two was sitting on his left leg and a girl Lea, about six was tugging his hand into her hair needing him to braid it for her.

“Well it seems like they’re disappearing but they are only spreading all around us, covering the valley and filling the air with their warmth so when spring comes again, they bloom and paint the world yellow all around us.”

Han and the other kids had nodded in agreement and then Lea had insisted on her braid and Gene had needed to be held.

Those were the good moments. The only good ones. When they were gone and he was left alone, with the darkness of the night settling over him, he’d lie on the grass and look up at the stars.

As he looked up at the night sky, the really dark thoughts would come and he’d find himself so fascinated by the idea of being swallowed by it, that it sometimes knocked the breath out of him as much as the bad memories did.

He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t thought about it.

The nightmares were swallowing him whole, he was barely human. Sometimes he’d laugh to himself while he was taking a shower thinking about Clarke’s words and how she’d beg him to keep them safe yet all he has done was abandon them to build cabins and grow crops.

She’d be ashamed, he knew.

But he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He went through the motions-woke up from the nightmares at night, went to work, came home, tried to sleep, woke up from the nightmares again.

He’d gotten to the point where he’d wished his heart would simply stop. So often it felt like he was suffocating that he found himself thinking he was surely dying.

Then there were the times he was so angry at himself or when he’d need to find something tangible, that he’d shove his fist in the metal walls of his room until his knuckles bled.

One particular night he punched so hard, he heard the bones crack and he was so stunned by the sudden wash of sharp pain that made him forget all nightmares that he had punched again just to feel it and then again and again until his hand was nothing but an ugly mess.

In the morning he had walked to work and used his right one, lying that he had gotten a bad cut and tying a dirty rag to it but the pain wouldn’t go away for days.

He barely ate, barely slept and there was no one to notice it.

His sister has left Arkadia with Lincoln just after Mount Weather, heading for the Sea Clan where they would be safe. Monty and Jasper weren’t talking, Raven tried scolding him once or twice but she had her own pain and her own problems.

He was truly alone in the world.

On the day Clarke came home, he passed out.

The events weren’t connected. He didn’t even know she was back, having spent his entire day in the western woods, chopping down trees, hoping to tire himself out to the point where he passed out in bed or his heart gave out-he knew he’d surely prefer the latter.

Sleep meant eventually waking up, it brought no solace.

Death, on the other hand, was irreversible.

He knew there was something going on in camp where they made it back but he was so tired and so numb to everything around him, that he barely paid any attention. He slowly walked himself to his corner and he barely made it to the bed before he passed out on the floor.

He trembled, he shook, his whole being felt as if it was bursting into tiny pieces-he gasped, struggled to breathe, his hand hurt like nothing before, his heart was beating so fast, he knew it wasn’t natural.

At the back of his mind he thought about the dandelions and how they burst too, pushed by the winds, spreading through the green grass covering the ground and in that moment, he wished too that he would share the same fate.

But then he realized that if he did, there’d be only pain and suffering scattering all around. There would be only darkness and no light.

And then just when he thought he was dying, he heard the door opened. It still felt like a dream really, he truly thought that for the first time in months he wasn’t having a nightmare, but a dream-a good one.

He’d felt someone’s hands rolling him on his back and when he’d seen Clarke’s face his eyes had softened, his mouth had almost curled up for a smile.

She was yelling something, begging someone, calling him out, shaking him but nothing truly reached him. She gripped his hand and pulled him up.

His back touched her chest and her arms sneaked around him holding him tight.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s alright, I am here. I’m here.” she had whispered in his ear “I’m here, Bellamy, you’ll be fine, I promise.” and she had said it over and over and over again until his breathing started to calm down.

“That’s right, just breathe, in and out.”she had instructed and he had followed the sound of her voice still not truly believing this was happening.

He had found the strength to put his hand over hers and squeeze it gently all the while closing his eyes, feeling himself on the brink of falling apart but for the good this time.

“Are you really here?” he had asked weakly and when he felt her body being pressed to him even harder he had released another shuddering breath.

“I’m here, I’m really here.”

He had finally let it all out then-he cried for the first time in three months. He poured down, shook and sobbed in the ugliest of ways, yelled, screamed, tossed, ran his hands through his hair, buckled in two.

Yet she never let him go.

He felt himself scattering. But he was wrong-there wasn’t darkness all around them.

There was warmth.

The warmth of her wrapped around his body, the warmth of his heart, pouring out opening up to the world, the warmth sneaking back to his tired empty shell of a body, not at once, but it was there.

And for the first time he really understood what it was like for the dandelion to be held by a child as they blew it away off into the world.

He was held and he was breaking apart, but he was free and he was full of light.

“You’ll be okay.” she had whispered once again “I’m here now, we’ll do it together. We’ll heal together.”

And he had leaned his messy head back to her chest and looked up, genuinely smiling, for the first time in forever.

“It’s good to have you back, princess.” he had tried to give her his signature boyish smirk but it came more as a half-smile for a half-joke.

She returned it nonetheless as she ran her fingers through his curls.

“God, you’re still insufferable.” she had chuckled as he closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep unafraid, knowing this time he won’t be shaken by the darkness and even if he was, he wouldn’t be facing it alone.

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellarke fanfic #hurt/comfort #ptsd #okay this sucks nonnie #im sorry #im really bad mentally and i can't write shit #but i just made this i guess???#i am sorry it sucks so much #hope you'll enjoy it still #despite it #my writing

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destinysailed · 5 years ago

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dev . differences

I’m just going to ramble on about some of the events from the games that this Sora reacted to differently. I was writing a huge bio that went over all the events from the games and his thoughts but...it became over 25 pages (and still incomplete) and wasn’t fun to write so I’ll just list out them here. Under readmore cause it’ll get pretty long.

Overall Mindset/mannerisms that’s consistent throughout all the games:

Sora doesn’t care too much about ‘light’ or ‘darkness’, he doesn’t really see as darkness as all bad considering his past - but knows when too far is too far.

Refers to himself as a shadow / darkness a lot - to the point goofy and donald would get worried.

He is much more...aggressive, and lashed out and argued with people more often than not - but again, knew when too far was too far.

K/H1:

Along with searching for Riku and Kairi, Sora also asked about his family’s crew and his parents when traveling to other worlds. The longer the journey went on the less he did this, as he started to convince himself that ‘adults could take care of themselves - but he was still just as worried about them when Destiny Islands fell into darkness.

He’s not sure if he even wanted to be ‘a true hero’ but went along with it if only because donald and goofy didn’t take him being a pirate seriously.

He was FURIOUS with Donald when he said Riku couldn’t come with them in Traverse Town. You better believe he straight up slapped and almost stabbed that duck. He says that he’s a pirate and not one for rules anyways- but Riku disappears before he can follow through on that.

In Monstro he knows that he didn’t have any right to lecture Riku about having a conscience - and Riku points this out to him. But Riku went from his voice of reason to...something else, and that pissed him off.

He doesn’t care that King Triton points out his ‘meddling’, he’s a pirate for goodness sake.

On Captain Hook’s ship Riku calls him ‘just a boy playing dress up’ - and Sora doesn’t let him forget this, ever.

Also Peter Pan almost attacks him on sight because he very much is dressed like a pirate but Donald and Goofy pull out the ‘kid playing dress up’ line too and so Peter Pan trusts them for a short time.

He is ALSO FURIOUS THAT RIKU TURNED HIS OWN SHADOW AGAINST HIM??? THE HECK DUDE???

Sora straight up almost ditches tinkerbell and just leaves the world - he doesn’t care about her too much. But he gives up only because he feels as if he owes her and peter a debt and he hates owing people. But he would still rather walk the plank than even attempt to hand over his keyblade.

Co/M:

He called Namine as a girl he saved in the middle of a storm and brought back to Destiny Islands. He would bring her all kinds of gifts and try to protect her from the harsh realities of the world. However one time he came to port, and she was just gone.

Some of the memories Namine was giving him had him living a normal life on the island, as she could see from his memories and heart that it was something he constantly thought about.

K/H2:

In Port Royal, He practically single-handedly runs the ship that he and the others are accompanying Jack on. When Jack questions him where he learned how to do all of this, he simply states that he’s a pirate aswell, but Jack is a little skeptical.

Donald and Goofy had to physically hold Sora back from getting into a fight with Will when he left Jack behind just because he was a pirate. So Jack was a ‘real’ pirate and he wasn’t?! Who died and made Will king of the seas?! Who made him judge, jury, and executioner? Why did he get to decide who was a real pirate or not?! Put it simply - Sora was pissed TM. He had started to yell about being a pirate himself but Donald and Goofy cover his mouth so Will wouldn’t leave them behind aswell.

Will later apologizes to Sora and Jack but Sora is bitter.

If you thought canon Sora was confused by the datascape you better believe that Pirate Sora is ten times more confused.

Goofy’s ‘death’ doesn’t shake Sora that much because he’s simply so used to death - what does surprise him is when Goofy ‘comes back’, that’s when he gets emotional. He’s so used to his crew members staying dead, that he didn’t realize what a relief it would be like if one was still alive.

Still unsure if he deserves to be a ‘hero’ but having his image in the stars is good enough for him to let it slide, after all pirates rely on stars.

He doesn’t completely get on his hands and knees infront of Saix, his pride not letting him do that - but he does knell. When Saix says no to taking him to Kairi - instead of jumping back Sora lunges forward cause he wants to strangle Saix’s neck. Saix’s next words are done in mid battle with Sora because he won’t stop throwing punches and even pulls out his keyblade he’s so mad.

D/DD:

Sora helps build something that’s better than a small raft but it doesn’t matter cause it’s still destroyed anyways.

He doesn’t become an Musketeer with Mickey, Donald, and Goofy. He doesn’t think he deserves it and he would rather be known as an unruly pirate than an upright Musketeer.

Instead of saying the keyblade wouldn’t chose a wimp like him, Xigbar says something along the lines of the keyblade wouldn’t chose someone as ‘corrupt’ or ‘greedy’ as him - and Sora finds it ironic that only the bad guys seem to recognize him as a pirate anymore.

K/H3:

Again, he doesn’t get the pirate hat until Jack (the fake one) gives it to him in Port Royal.

Yes -Sora does know who Davy Jones is and what the Kraken is, but he gives the same reactions that he more or less gives in canon because he’s trying to cover up that fear - and at this point he’s faced so many strange enemies that he doesn’t think one or two more will scare him (he’s wrong).

He does more than just punch Davy Jones hat off just saying.

In San Fansokyo he’s accused of being a cosplayer and just roles with it tho he has no idea what that means. Not like anyone would believe him if he said he was a pirate anyways (yes he’s bitter).

His breakdown in the Keyblade Graveyard is similar just with different wording. Something along the lines of ‘what’s a captain without his crew’, etc etc.

REMIND SPOILER: When chirithy says he’s broken a taboo he’s just like ‘what i’m a pirate I break rules all the time it’s fine’.

#[wheezes this took longer than i thought it would]#a pirate's life . dev

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jarlet-blog1 · 8 years ago

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28. Secrets Unlocked ~ by Jax & Scarlet

Jax fished in his front jeans pocket for his burner as he jogged down the concrete steps leading out of the San Joaquin Sheriff Department. Flipping it open his thumb swiftly punched in the numbers needed to get him one of the Prospects. Someone had to pick his ass up since his Harley was still sitting back at the lot. It was probably a good thing; he was in no mood to be driving. He’d have his Dyna punched down at a hundred miles an hour headed back to TM. The thoughts raced through his mind, recalling everything Jarry had just enlightened him with. He knew Scarlet had a dark past, they had touched briefly on it nights they spent lying in bed, just talking usually after a long, hard fuck. She wasn’t the kind of girl to just spill her entire life to someone, that was perfectly clear to him. But bits at a time he was pulling the real Scarlet to the surface, at least the one she had to been in the past.

“Itchy, bring the van and come pick my ass up. Pronto. I need to get back and now.” Jax relayed his demands only to get an ‘Okay boss’ on the other end of the line. He was silently thankful Itchy had answered back at the clubhouse, at least he was a potential for a full patch. The nickname was a bit off; Jax couldn’t help think the kid had fuckin’ crabs or some kinda STD shit the way the motherfucker always was scratching his junk. Really wasn’t his problem though as long as the fucker did what Jax needed.

Slapping the phone closed Jax slipped it back to the pocket it came from before reaching to his inner pocket for his smokes. It would be a wait before the Prospect arrived. Finding a vacant park bench just outside the station Jax took a seat and waited while he enjoyed his Marlboro. With each inhale the biker thought about the images he saw. The names Chris and Andy Avery now etched in his mind for future reference.

Kicking his feet out in front of himself Jax crossed his ankles and leaned back on the wooden bench, his arms resting on either side of the back of it. His cigarette pinched between his fingers, taking one drag at a time as he considered the discussion him and Scarlet were now going to have. He was sure the conversation was not going to be an easy one, especially when he had to tell her they now knew who had been the mastermind behind Otto’s murder. She would, without a doubt, go off the rails and Jax wasn’t taking that chance. Not with her carrying his baby.

Pulling back on the final drag of his smoke just as the vibration began in his denim pocket, he retrieved it quickly. He was sure the boys had made their way to meet the Irish and with Chibs heading the meet he knew things should go over smooth. Once again flipping open his burner he placed it to his ear.

“Yeah?” Jax replied, not expecting to hear Chibs on the other end. The urgency in his voice made Jax sit up straighter, dropping his finished cigarette to the ground beneath his feet.

“Jackie..I.. ahh...we need ta meet at TM.” The Scot had a tone that wasn’t sitting well with the biker prez.

“What the hell? Shit go down with the Irish? Where the hell are you?” Pushing off the seat where he had been perched, Jax rose to his feet and began to pace.

“I’m wit’ Scarlet brotha. She’s okay jus’....she needs ta talk to ya.”

“What the fuck? What happened? Is she alright?” The pounding of Jax’s heart against his chest was now throbbing in his ears.

“She’s a’right, but she needs ya. That fuckin’ DA called ‘er in. Gave ‘er Otto’s remains fer her time. It was a setup Jackie…”

“WHAT?” The growl that followed he was sure rumbled in Chibs’ ear. Fuckin’ bitch calling Scarlet in while distracting him with the bullshit he had just been pulled in for. He turned his head, eyes narrowed on the window that lead straight to Althea Jarry’s office. A bullet right through, he thought, just one. “Get her to the fuckin’ clubhouse. NOW.”

“Jackie…” Chibs paused, almost as if he didn’t know how to relay the next part of his sentence. “Scarlet….committed murder, brotha. A guy..Chris Avery. Ye know dat name, Jackie?”

Suddenly Jax couldn’t breathe. The dismembered body he had earlier seen pictures of flashed in his mind. And the name. The name was on a constant loop in his brain and now he felt like he was fighting for air. How? He knew Scarlet was a wild one, knew she could handle her own shit but that? The way that fucker was mutilated it was hard for Jax to believe she was able to pull that kind of shit off. That was something he would do if needed but not his Scarlet. Grabbing the neck of his flannel shirt he tugged it forward, trying to somehow get some air into his lungs before answering his VP.

“Yeah, I know that name. Get her home. Now please.” His voice was diminished to a softened tone. All kinds of different scenarios now danced around in his fucked up mind. Why did Scarlet kill this fucker? Did she do it because of Otto? Had she known information about Otto’s killer that she kept to herself and didn’t tell him or the club? And most of all, did she perform this act when she was pregnant? The mere thought of her putting herself and the life she carried inside her in that kind of danger ground his gears. He was sure the more he thought about it the vein near his temple was pulsing in anger. Mixed emotions. That’s what he was experiencing in that moment. He wanted and needed to keep her and his baby safe but at the same time he wanted to yell and scream at her for being so stupid and not trusting him to help her.

As Jax closed his cell, the black van pulled up alongside of him with Itchy in the driver’s seat. Hopping in, he took a sideways glance at the Prospect.

“Get me back to TM. And fuckin’ fast.”

Scarlet

Scarlet was escorted inside with Chibs close to her side. There was a thickness to the air as he walked her to the sacred room. She felt the eyes of the club follow her as they normally did upon her entrance. It was clear something with the MC was going on and like numerous times before it had to do with Scarlet. The thoughts of all the reality shows that made their way on TV somehow now made sense to her, everyone wanted to know her every move. It became somewhat of an annoyance for her. To be so closely watched; had the feds watched her like the club did she would have been put to death long ago.

“Jackie is on ‘is way. Ya need ta tell ‘im ev’rything.” Chibs said as the tall black padded doors shut behind him. He pulled out a seat next to the head of the table for her to sit down. A soft sigh fell as she sat back in the seat looking down at her bump. “I don’t want to fight with him, he is going to come in here guns blazing and I am not ready.”

“Aye, ye let me deal wit’ ‘im. We will git this sorted an’ fixed” Chibs sat next to her, putting a strong arm around her shoulder, tugging her into his embrace.

They sat in silence in the room while one by one the other members filed in. Otto’s remains had been placed on the center of the table. Not a word was said as they took their seats, eyes on the box and not a clue of what kind of bombshell Scarlet was about to drop on the club.

Her hands stayed folded over her stomach while she waited to hear the church doors fly open. Normally she would be ready for a fight, normally she would be wanting it. Not today. Today she wanted no raised voices, no rude heartbreaking comments. All she wanted was to make it all go away and have some time alone with Otto but that wasn’t going to happen.

The room was deafening quiet as she watched as each member of SAMCRO eyes would find Otto and become emotionally filled. Sitting there was torture to her, the tears that fell were not for the lost of her father but the lost of the brother of the men before her. How would she sit there and tell them that a man they knew by far better than her was now a pile of ash due to her behavior?

She began to wonder what his last few moments had been like; was he told he was dying because his only daughter couldn’t walk away from the abuse without getting even? Could it have been a surprise to him? Did Otto die not knowing why it was happening to him? And finally how did Andy know she was related to him? Searching her brain she tried to figure out if maybe she had seen him but not register it was in fact Andy. His mugshot seemed like he had changed and she never spent a whole lot of time with her ex’s brother.

Clearly there were more questions then answers. Scarlet had always thought putting a name to the act would somehow heal her but all it had done was tear her open, filling her heart with more sadness.

She was brought back to reality when she felt more then one hand on her shoulders. She hadn’t realized the tears turned into boulders rolling freely down her cheeks. The club had gathered around her for support, the very same support she knew she didn’t deserve. She was about to tell them she was okay when the doors opened and Jax walked in clearly looking for her. His anger was evident until he took in the scene of his brothers gathered around Scarlet with Otto’s remains before them on the table.

Jax

By the time Jax had arrived back at TM his blood was boiling. He found it hard to keep that shit contained, especially as of late. Slamming the van door after jumping out, he strode towards the clubhouse doors, his stride definitely relaying he was pissed.

“Jackson?” The sound of his mother’s voice combined with the heels of her boots on the pavement made his molars grind in the back. He had enough shit on his plate at the moment, he didn’t need her need to feel worshiped and loved today. Without even turning back he continued on his trek to the door.

“Jax!” Gemma once again called out from behind him.

“Jesus Christ. What?!” Jax snapped, his body turning to take in his mother now right behind him.

“What’s happened? Why was Chibs with Scarlet? Where were you? What the hell is going on?” Gemma’s questions were coming at him faster than bullets leaving one of the AK’s they purchased from the Irish.

“Mom, I ain’t got time to deal with your worry, right now I got more important shit goin’ on. Just stay out of it.” Turning back to the door, he knew anything he just said would go in one ear and out through the other.

Stomping through the hall leading to the room behind the closed padded doors, Jax clenched his teeth more as his arms swung, making his way to where he could only assume Scarlet was waiting. The problem was he was now at his boiling point after letting the information simmer all the way back to TM.

Pounding the door open Jax forced his way into church where he found his brothers gathered around Scarlet. He hadn’t even noticed the small, unmarked box placed in the middle of the reaper table. He had one thing on his mind. How she could do such a thing when she could have gotten herself and their unborn child killed? And now, if shit went sour, he could be planning on meeting his child for the first time with his ol’ lady behind fuckin’ bars.

“Get out!” The MC president snapped, meaning all the leather clad men. Everyone except Scarlet.

“Jackie…”

“GET OUT!” His temper now flared even more, his eyes narrowing in on Chibs as he stepped up in front of him to contain him if needed. Jax’s fists clenched turning his knuckles white.

Before Jax knew it, Chibs had grabbed his kutte by the opening and pushed his back against the wall, the rest of the members rushing to the scene unfolding. His blond hair fell into his face as he stared down his VP and his nostrils flared as he narrowed his now dark blue eyes across from him, his mouth curling in a snarl. Grabbing his left bicep, the Scot gave Jax no choice and pushed him back outside of the room. The last thing Jax heard was Scarlet’s soft whimpers of a cry.

“Wha’ the feck is yer prob’em Jackie?! Tha’ woman in d’ere is cryin’ ‘er eyes out cause ‘er father is layin’ in a feckin’ cardboard box. An’ ya come in here like a raggin’ bull seein’ red ye feckin’ gobshite!” Chibs then clasped Jax’s face laced with coarse whiskers between his thumb and fingers, giving him no choice but to breathe and calm down before once again approaching the woman he apparently loved.

Jax pushed his brother’s hand from his face, exhaling a heavy breath as he pushed his straggly hair back from his face. Shrugging his shoulders to adjust his kutte he nodded his head towards Chibs, his expression now more calm and at ease. Patting his VP’s shoulder he brushed past him and re-entered the room where his ol’ lady sat waiting.

Scarlet

The moment Jax burst through the door Scarlet stood up with actual fear in her eyes. Chibs had caught the look she flashed over towards Jax and took charge of the situation. The room was echoed with Jax’s back slamming into the wall, making Scarlet step towards him, only to be pushed back and behind Tig who shook his head telling her to stay out of it. She watched in panic as the two vanished from the room. It wasn’t her intentions to create even deeper drama for anyone in the club. She only wanted Jax to hear her out and understand how much this is taking over her soul. The guilt from the information that was shot at her today was eating her alive.

“He is only mad because, like us, he doesn’t know what is going on. So sweetheart what /is/ going on?” Tig had turned to face Scarlet when the two left the room. Her eyes were fixed on the door, Chibs anger cracked through the opening of the door making her worried for the safety of both men.

“Scar...” Happy spoke up grabbing her hand to gain her attention. “How did you get Otto’s remains?”

“I.. the... I... I did this. Otto is in a cheap box because of me. I didn’t know you guys. I didn’t know that Andy would somehow find Otto.” She paused taking a deep breath. All the men seemed to step back horrified by her confession.

“Before I came here I was involved with a man named Chris. We dated for about 2 years. The first 3 months I thought we were falling in love. I thought I found..My prince. Then one night he got drunk and slapped me for dropping his glass and breaking it. After that for a year and nine months it was a nightmare. He was so much stronger than me, I didn’t have have anyone but him. Aedan had left for Ireland, I know you don’t know about him but he is a good friend of mine and David was in New York and dealing with a lot of shit for his club.”

The doors opened as a much calmer Jax walked in with Chibs falling behind. She continued even though she was afraid she would be seen in a light that would change her image to the club but most of all the feelings for Jax.

“I became more of a slave to him, cooking, cleaning, doing whatever he said to avoid a trip to the hospital. Then there was a night that Chris.. he brought some friends over. I knew from the start of the night it felt weird. There were no other females. It was a bit quiet to start. I knew it was different but I never thought....” She again paused, fighting back an endless supply of tears she seemed to be having today.

Her eyes dropped away from all the men staring at her. She had the room’s full, undivided attention. What she was about to say was something she had buried deep down inside. Her secret was locked away never to be visited again until today. “Chris called me into the livingroom. Had me sit on his lap and began saying how beautiful I was, the other agreeing. He started to kiss my neck and I went to stand, becoming uncomfortable. It pissed him off. I was thrown to the floor stripped, he um….he raped me in front of them and when he was done he spit at me and told them to have fun. They all took turns. I couldn’t look myself in the mirror for months. He wouldn’t look at me. He started to bring other girls home. One day I woke up and thought, this is not who I am. This is not the life I wanted. I was raped at 16 and I killed that man. Well, Aedan did most the work, I took my anger out then Aedan did the rest. Something snapped, I didn’t plan. I had gotten so mad. I went to his job and I was just going to break up with him. We argued and he dragged me home and I lost it. So yes it true, I murdered him. They found his body and somehow his brother must know because he had Otto killed. Imagine that? My whole life Otto was afraid he would bring me pain or this life would get me hurt and I was the one to hurt him.”

She covered her face, turning away from everyone. The guilt she held onto was evident everyone in the room felt her pain and not a single one could do anything to take it from her. No one even moved, no one even let out of breath as they stood there taking it all in.

Jax

As Jax stepped back inside the room where Scarlet and the rest of the MC were gathered he heard her voice shaky and low and his eyes fixated on the woman he was falling madly in love with even if some of the shit she did pissed him off to no end. But as he stood there and listened to the words that spilled out of her, his heart was now falling to the pit of his own dark soul. His eyes scanned her flushed cheeks, watching as one by one the tears rolled down and fell from her chin and landed in her lap. Each word driving a knife deeper and deeper into Jax Teller’s heart and in that moment he knew just what a pompous asshole he truly was.

His steps carried him to Scarlet as she sat shaking in the leather chair that was usually filled by Chibs, the one man that had thankfully brought her back where she was safe and where she belonged. Her hands clasped together laid precisely in her lap as she replayed her story to the brothers. How could he have been such a jerk, barging in like a fuckin’ animal when all he had was assumptions? He sucked his lower lip into his mouth when the mention of what her ex did to her, allowing other men to do the unthinkable to the woman he now loved.

The palm of his hand smashed down on the carved mahogany table to release some of the anger he was feeling, causing Scarlet to jump as he dropped to one knee in front of her. His head bowed as she continued, not willing to let her see the emotion that was now consuming his expression. The tears welled behind his lids as he took her smaller, dainty hands in his and pressed the back of them to his face, just needing to in some way relay to her that she would never endure that again. Not ever. He’d spend his last breath making sure of that fact. He pressed multiple kisses to the back of her soft hands, the ones that were tainted with blood just as his were. He didn’t want that kind of life for her. Not anymore. That was his job, not hers. To protect her and never let her feel hurt again. Placing her hands back in her lap he reached out, resting each of her palms on her belly where their unborn child was growing. Finally he allowed himself to look up into her swollen, tear filled eyes.

As their eyes met, the rest of the MC began to exit the room, each one showing Scarlet a small, yet significant sign of affection, whether a squeeze to her shoulder or a kiss to the top of her dark hair. She was quickly making her mark in the life they knew as the queen to their king. As the double doors fell closed Jax reached up and brushed the back of his knuckles against her warm cheek. In a low, husky voice the silence was finally broke as Jax told Scarlet something very important.

“Baby, we will figure it out. Your old man loved you and this isn’t your fault. It’s not. And I’ll be damned if you are going to let yourself think otherwise. Your old man is damn proud of you, how could he not be? He’d never blame you for this shit ever.” Raising to his feet, her hands back in his he guided her to her own feet. He allowed his body to wrap her up in a tight hug, flattening his palm to the middle of her back as she molded against his chest, and what he could only assume to be soft sobs against his flannel.

“I love you Scarlet.’ Jax held her tighter, whispering softly and tenderly in her ear. His eyes finally averted to the center of the carved table, taking in his first glance of the box resting in the center. Silently in his head he made a vow to Scarlet’s old man and his former MC brother.

‘We’ll get them, brotha. We’ll make them pay.’

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26. Secrets Unlocked