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wonderboygenius · 2 months ago

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quick blurbs of some of the 10 plus jax teller x ofc fics i have saved; tell me which i should go with to fully flesh out.

Untitled (Jax Teller/OFC; Main female character is Latina, Her oldest brother is Latino, and her other brother is Black)

Our FMC, along with her two older brothers, move into Charming and open a few businesses. What the club doesn't know, is that these three newcomers are Zobelle's children...only they're his soliders. Zobelle had mixed children for their genetics and trained them each in the typical underground jacket of violence.

He uses them as a last resort to take over a place. Zobelle installs his children before moving into town. First few chapters cover moments in Season One involving the new three characters before getting into the arc of Season 2. AU. Deals with the complicated race issue in Charming, and the MC. Juice's secret may come out more earlier. This is the Zobelle plotline extended. Psychological, racial, familial bonds are all questioned and explored.

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2. 2 Fast 2 Untitled (Jax Teller/OFC; Latina)

Our FMC (Sunny) is Luann and Big Otto's adopted child who grew up with our normal players. When Donna is murdered, Sunny comes back into Charming after two years away to help with her godchildren. Tara only remembers Sunny as the little quiet girl, not the confident women who seemed to have a history with Jax, much to Gemma's pleasure. AU. Complex love.

Blurb: Tara waited for Jax to stand behind her as all of the club members who were family did to their Old Ladies. But her face dropped as he walked past her. She was even further shocked when she saw him stop to stand next to Sunny, both facing opposing directions, Sunny facing the funeral, and Jax facing away from everyone. Her stomach churned as she saw Jax place his hand on Sunny’s deeply curved hip. She watched the rest of the scene play out like a bad television show.

Jax leaned down and kissed Sunny’s temple, walking away without looking back.

Sunny looked at Opie, an apologetic look on her face.

Opie nodded in the direction Jax walked.

Gemma squeezed Sunny’s hand that she held.

Sunny leaned down and kissed Gemma’s head. She turned and walked towards Jax.

Jax, without looking behind him, held his hand out, knowing she would take it.

Sunny, like she always did, caught up to Jax, her hand resting in his.

Tara was fucking confused. She knew she had missed so much, she knew that everyone was keeping so many things from her. But she had no idea what the fuck just happened. She leaned over to look at Gemma, knowing she would have something to say.

Instead, Gemma just gave her a quick nod and sly smirk. Tara didn’t like the feeling she got.

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3. Guess what? Untitled as well. (Jax/OFC, Angel/OFC, Juice/OFC; Our three MFCs are Latina with an Indigenous background, Mexican with an Indigenous background, and Black with a down South, Texan background.) AU. This eventually will see the truce with SOA and the Mayans through the women.

Through the Grim Bastards, SAMCRO hires three women to jump Cherry and Ima; through the three women, the club is now connected to even deeper gun and drug ties causing the rift between Jax and Clay to only worsen. As some of our MCs partner up with members of SAMCRO, Gemma is pissed as she can't manipulate these three. Mixing representation, with culture and spirituality as both SOA and Mayans MC, this is meant to be more dramatic like the show(s).

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4. Untitled Fore! (golf ref haha) (Jax/OFC, Thomas!LivesAU, Tommy/Tara)

An AU where Thomas never died. A little girl became a Cinderella story in Charming. But SOA ain't a fairytale baby. After Jax and Tara break up, Thomas and Tara go to school together, eventually falling in love. Jax and OFC are on and off. A different take of the big events of Season 1; Donna dying, creepy Kohn, sneaky Stahl, and the divide between Jax and Clay. With Tommy and Tara both facing off against Clay and Gemma, it's a race between them both to rope Jax and OFC to either side before the club gets deeper into violence.

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5. Cinco de Untitled (Jax/OFC; OFC is Juice's sister. This is SOA from day one with my take of Juice's sister involved. David!Lives, Tara/David Hale) AU. Smutty.

Blurb:

Jo blinked. Before she knew it, she had her hand wrapped around Wendy’s throat.

Wendy clawed at Jo’s hand, surprised at her actions. Jo never was known to her to ever throw a punch. Her windpipe was narrowing with heavy pressure and speed. She gasped for air that couldn’t be reached.

David nodded. “I told you, it’s a long story. Let me get there,” he bumped Tara’s shoulder with his own.

Tara laughed, moving with the small push. She bumped his shoulder back playfully. She giggled as she saw a small blush come across David’s face. She felt a lick in her stomach; it had been a while since she made a man do that, and it made her feel good. “Sorry, sorry, go on,” she broke the moment between them.

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6. Still not great at naming things (Jax/OFC) OFC is a newcomer into Charming with her young daughter. AU of SOA from the beginning.

Blurb:

Soleil turned to a shaking Jax. “Jax…”

“Sol, I gotta go. Hairy Dog? They’re–” Jax stopped quickly, shaking his head. Soleil may have suspicions, but she didn’t know exactly what the Sons did. Or that she was even around the mother charter. “I gotta take care of this…I can’t be, I can’t–” his nostrils flared. He shook his head. Soleil blinked, looking into his eyes. She nodded slowly. “Okay. Okay,” she licked her lips. “Go do what you need to do. Gemma and I will hold off DFCS until you take care of it, but that means,” she reached up and grabbed his chin sharply, making him look at her. “That means you come back. Because you heard what the doctor said. He’s stable. As long as he stays that way, he has a chance. When you come back, I’ll tell you how Selena almost didn’t have a chance when she was born either,” she breathed, watching Jax’s electric blue eyes widen in shock. “And she’s here. You held her. Just like you’re going to hold Abel. Okay?” She squeezed his chin. “You fucking come back,” she hissed at him, tears in her eyes.

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7. 7th Untitled Hell (Opie/OFC eventual Jax/OFC)

FC dates Opie after Donna dies. Jax is attracted to her, but keeps his distance as she is Tara's one and only friend. When Opie dies, our FC and Jax both spiral down into each other's arms. Sisterhood of the traveling angst baybay.

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8. What's four plus four? Still untitled. (Jax/OFC) Romance/Humor

Jacob Hale's very very young new wife visits Tristan in the hospital after the events in Funtown, bumping into Gemma and Jax, further complicating the already tense political and guardian relationship between the town and SAMCRO.

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9. Lucy in the Sky (in Charming) (Jax/OFC, Happy's baby sister AU)

Happy's baby sister, who is the opposite of him, comes down to Charming for a quick trial run. Can she be the woman to settle Jax down and be the Old Lady he needs to change the club the way he wants now with Happy in his pocket? (I can probably do this as a one shot or a two parter!) Part One & Part Two

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10. Untitled (Jax/OFC, Juice's baby sister AU.)

Juice's sister Julissa moves to Charming after tragic events; only a few months behind Wendy in pregnancy. As Julissa steps up to be Abel's mother as Jax also is the father that stepped up to Julissa's daughter, the club and Tara think they're involved, when in fact they are not. Butttt obviously that doesn't stay the same for too long. Meanwhile the normal bullshit is happening with the club.

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11. Untitled (Jax/OFC)

The little girl that Gemma had sent away long ago comes back with a tragic story. Feeling guilty, Gemma takes her under her wing. Unbeknownst to Gemma, that once little girl knew exactly the Queen's role in her forceful exit and has a plan to take the Queen down. While its Jax vs Clay, Gemma will have her own battle to deal with FC.

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12. Untitled (Jax/OFC)

Miguel Galindo's baby sister runs for Mayor of Charming. While appealing to keep Charming, Charming, the town is weary over her cartel connections. (I can probably make this a one shot actually!)

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Let me know which one you guys want me to do first! I eventually want to do some of the ones on this list, but let me know which I should do first!

#sons of anarchy fanfiction #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x reader #mayans mc fanfiction #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz x reader #opie winston x reader #opie winston fanfiction #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes x reader

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ravennaortiz · 1 year ago

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CountDown Chapter List

Summary:

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap.

Beginning

Not So Happy

Day After

One Week

Two Bullets

Missing

Three Months

Right Thing?

Let Her Be Happy

Thawing

No Mother

Meeting with the Enemy

Missing Daughter

Not An Angel

Not A Devil

Explainations

Oblivious

Rescuses and Relieve

One Year

#CountDown #RockyTellerOC #sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #soa #soa fanfic #soa fanfiction #jax teller #chibs telford #ravennasoc #ravennasmasterlist #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice fanfic #soa fanfics #juice ortiz x oc #mayans mc imagine #mayans imagine #mayans fanfic #coco mayans

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georgiesgirl1223 · 1 year ago

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Two's Love, Four's a Crowd

Blood Bound. *Cordelia is escorting Jax (A vampire) to meet with her boss Adrian (another vampire) about a truce.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, mentions of blood, biting and blood sucking (I mean vampires), fingering, language, nipple play, threesome, oral, anal, sex, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 4453

In was late in the evening as the sun was setting low in the sky, its final rays of the day being blocked out by the tall New York City skyline. Jax followed Cordelia through the bustling streets as they made their way to the Raines Corp building. Somehow, he allowed himself to be talked into attending a meeting with clan leader Adrian Raines to discuss the best, most humane way to handle the clanless vampire issues. Jax knew agreeing to this sit-down went against everything he believed in, but he allowed his judgement to be clouded by the feelings he formed for Cordelia. He barely knew her, but yet there was something that always seemed to draw him to her, to protect her. He didn’t know if it was the calming rhythmic beat of her heart or the sweet smell of her blood, or even a combination of the two, but he wanted her. He wanted to know the taste of her blood on his tongue, how her skin would feel pressed against his. Jax knew she couldn’t feel the same way, he’s seen her together with Adrian. He’s seen the way Adrian looks at Cordelia, because it’s the same look he has in his eyes whenever he sees her. The only difference was that she never reciprocated those feelings for him. Jax was snapped out of his thoughts as they paused outside of the giant skyscraper.

“Are you sure about this?” Cordelia asked as she turned to him.

“I’m only going to listen to what he has to say.” Jax’s tone was stern and unwavering. Cordelia nodded as she led him in through the lobby and into the elevator that took them directly to Adrian’s office. Jax hesitated as Cordelia opened the door to Adrian’s office, guiding him in.

Cordelia was surprised to see another familiar figure standing with Adrian, both men leaning over the ornate desk, presumably glancing over different documents. Adrian’s head popped up as she entered the dark office, the curtains were still drawn from the afternoon sun, the only light coming from the large roaring fireplace, illuminating much of the room.

“Delia” Adrian said with a smile as he stepped towards her, placing a soft peck to her cheek. “And you must be Jax.”Adrian turned, extending his hand to him as Jax reluctantly took it, both men eying the other as they shook hands.

The familiar man behind the desk stood as he folded his arms across his chest. He eyed her hungrily as his gaze roamed her body. The heels she was wearing only made her lean legs appear longer, the shape of her hips was accentuated by the tight-fitting red pencil shirt she was wearing, her white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show a sufficient amount cleavage to make his mind race. The man’s stare moved further north admiring her defined collar bone and the slight flush of her milky white skin of her scrumptious neck.

He moved out from behind the desk as Cordelia stepped further into the office. He reached out for her hand as he approached her, lifting her hand to brush his lips over her knuckles. “Cordelia, you’re looking as radiant as ever.”

She blushed ever so slightly. She had to admit that he was very suave, his presence commanding. “Always a pleasure Senator Vega.”

“Please call me Adam, dear” he corrected still holding onto her hand.

Adrian cleared his throat, obviously agitated with Adam’s demeanor with Cordelia. “Shall we begin?” he asked motioning back to his desk.

Adam moseyed over to Adrian’s liquor cabinet in the far corner of the room, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Would anybody like anything?” He gestured back to the group as he grabbed for a rock glass. The group shook their heads, declining his offer.

“I’d rather have a clear head for this” Jax snapped, eying Adrian as he sifted through different documents.

Adam sauntered back to the desk, posting up next to Cordelia, placing her in the middle of him and Adrian, with Jax keeping his guard up on the opposite side of the desk. Adam watched as Cordelia leaned over the desk as she assisted him in readying Adrian’s proposition. His eyes grew darker as he noticed her blouse hang down as she bent over, exposing more of her cleavage.

Adrian glanced over and noticed Adam’s intense gaze lingering over Delia’s body. “Vega” he growled as his jealously come bubbling to the surface. He and Delia had only been sexually intimate once, it was that amazing night on the rooftop, making love to her underneath the stars. They haven’t really spoken about that night since, but they continued to steal little moments together when they could. He admitted to himself that he had felt something for her the moment he laid eyes on her. She was different from anyone else. She so readily accepted him for who he was, allowing him to open himself up to her. They never talked about it, but Adrian assumed that Delia felt the same. But, seeing the way Adam was staring at her, how he was devouring her with his eyes, that pissed Adrian off. Yes, Adam was a tall, handsome, well-traveled man, who women constantly swooned over, so why did he have to have her too? Adrian locked eyes with Adam during an intense stare down, a smirk on Adam’s lips because he knows he’s gotten to Adrian.

“Are you going to tell me why I’m here or are you guys just going to continue with your alpha stare down?” Jax loudly snapped, catching everyone’s attention. “Listen I just know what you can do to help the clanless.”

“Right.” Adrian began. “We could petition the council to open the clans to support the clanless and hopefully prevent them from becoming feral.”

“The picture is bigger than that Adrian, and you know it.” Adam barked. “We need to know who is creating all of these new vampires. Where are the ferals coming from. I mean there were hordes of them at Marcel’s ball. We need to know who’s behind this before we can help anyone.”

“What about the Baron?” Cordelia chimed in. “There has to be a reason behind why he voted to help Lily. It obviously wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart.”

“There might be strength in numbers Vega. If we petition the council to accept clanless members, there would be more eyes to look into who is behind all of this.” Adrian tried to compromise and make Adam see reason.

Adam swirled the liquid in his glass deep in thought. “If we did present this to the other council members, there would have to be a concrete set of rules these clanless vampires need to abide by.”

“Of course.” Adrian replied signaling to the documents before him, handing them out to the other three. “I’ve outlined all of the important points and guidelines for us to go over. I would like you all to look at page three” Adrian prompted as he flipped through his papers.

As Cordelia began to flip through her papers, her finger caught the sharp edge of the paper and gave herself a paper cut, blood dripping from her finger.

“Delia! Are you okay?” Adrian asked in a concerned tone as he reached out toward her.

Red eyes began to glow in the dimly lit space. All three vampires became instantly hungry at the sight of the small amount of the blood dripping down her pointer finger. The sweet smell of Cordelia’s blood filled their senses, her scent was intoxicating, and they all wanted more.

Adam swiftly grabbed her by the wrist, drawing her bloody finger to his lips. Cordelia was shocked by Adam’s force as her body turned towards him. She watched as he darted out his tongue, licking up her crimson finger before gently wrapping his lips around her, suckling the blood from her finger, relishing in her taste. A meek whimper exited her mouth as she bit her lower lip, enjoying the feeling of Adam sucking her finger.

“Let go of her” Adrian yelled, his voice booming against the walls.

Jax leapt to the other side of Adam, ready to pull him away from Cordelia, afraid that he would harm her.

Adam released Cordelia’s finger from his mouth, placing a tender kiss on her fingertip. Her breath hitched as she glanced around her, three sets of glowing red eyes and three sets of drawn pointed fangs surrounded her.

“Sorry Delia. I haven’t fed in a while.” Adrian looked down, ashamed of his hunger for her.

“Are you all hungry?” Cordelia asked timidly.

“Starving” Adam leaned over and whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She’s never been fed on before, let alone by three vampires at once. Shockingly enough, the thought didn’t scare her. Quite the opposite actually. She’s always been a little turned on by vampires and the thought of three sets of fangs puncturing her skin filled her lower body with a searing heat.

“You could all feed on me? I assume you’re hungry too Jax?” Cordelia offered. “I mean, as long as you don’t take too much” she let out a nervous laugh.

“Oh honey, I’m famished” he growled eying her cut.

Adrian reached out and cupped her cheek, turning her head to face him. “Delia are you sure about this?”

She placed her hand over his. “I am Adrian. Plus, I have to do my part to help the cause.” She joked.

Adrian cleared off his desk as Adam walked over to the office door, locking it to prevent any unwanted interruptions. Adrian placed a firm grip on her hips, lifting her up to sit on the desktop, shedding his jacket and vest, throwing it over his leather desk chair. He locked eyes with her as Adrian slowly started to unbutton her blouse, sliding the fabric over her shoulders, his thumbs sprawling over her soft skin. Adrian shuttered as he revealed the dark ruby lace bra Cordelia was hiding. His fingertips traveled down her sides, resting at her waist as his thumbs brushed over the see-through material. Delia’s hands roamed hungrily up his chest as her fingers found the collar of his dress shirt. Her nimble fingers worked feverishly to undo his buttons, placing heated kisses on his skin as she exposed it.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones that are hungry” Adam snickered.

Jax let down the guard he had been keeping up around the two council members. Although he had just fed before they came, Jax couldn’t pass up her offer, the chance to finally get a taste of her sweet-smelling blood. He stepped closer to the desk as he shrugged off his leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor and pulling off his undershirt to expose his well-defined muscles.

“Are you ready?” Adrian asked her softly. Cordelia nodded in agreement, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “Here lay down.” Adrian cradled the back of her neck as he helped guide her down, moving her legs onto the desk, so her body was sprawled out ready for them to devour her.

Adam disposed of his dress shirt as he positioned himself between her long legs. His hands palmed up her body, hooking his fingers into her waistband, pulling her tight skirt past her hips and down her legs, tossing it to the floor, revealing a matching set of dark ruby panties. A devilish smirk crossed his lips as he took her in. The sight of the woman he craved spread out for him made his eyes glow darker. “Oh, kitten I’ve been waiting so long to taste you” Adam said licking his lips.

All three vampires hovered over Cordelia’s exposed body, six hands eagerly roamed over her as she moaned out in excitement, Adrian’s gaze still glued to hers. Jax gripped at her right arm pulling it out for him. His fingers trailed down her arm, turning it overexposing her wrist, blue veins popping through her fair skin.

“Oh honey” Jax groaned, “you’re going to quench my thirst.” He lowered his mouth to her pulse point, his pointed fangs grazing her skin. Cordelia flinched as Jax sunk his teeth into her as he slowly fed on her.

“Mmmm.” She cried out, arching her back of the desk.

Adam looked like a wolf ready to pounce. He grasped at her hips pulling her into him, she could feel the hardness of his length pressed against her thigh. He spread her legs, lifting her left and draped it over his shoulder. His lips moved from her ankle, to her inner thigh, brushing kisses over her, leaving a burning trail in his wake. He paused at the sensitive spot of her inner thigh, sinking his fangs into her, suckling fiercely, her sweet blood coating his tongue.

Cordelia gasped as the second set of fangs broke her skin. Adrian gave her a concerned look as his thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Are you alright princess?”

“Yes” she whimpered out. “I want you Adrian” her voice breathless.

His lips found hers in a heated kiss. She parted her lips, letting his tongue mingle with hers as he deepened the kiss. Adrian moved his lips down her still cradled neck, placing sweet kisses down her flushed flesh. His pointed fangs foraged over her thin skin before he plunged them into her neck. He moaned out against her skin as the first taste of her blood hit his tongue. Cordelia arched into him as her left hand roved up his leg. She felt a twitch in his pants as she grasped at his engorged cock and began to roughly palm him through his pants. Her body writhed under them as all three vampires sucked her blood.

“Mmmm. Oh, fuck yes”, she cried out, as her moans filled the room. She could feel Adam grin against her skin. Adam’s hand traveled up her leg, his finger darting out to tease her slit, her panties already soaked. He slid his finger under the material, feeling her wet folds, making her groan out. He dove his finger deep into her abyss, curling his finger, plunging knuckle deep into her, making her body pulsate.

“Oh yes!” She breathed out tightening her grip around Adrian. Adrian growled against her skin, feeling the vibrations of his voice flow through her. Adrian’s hand flew up as his strong fingers found her left breast, massaging it as the rough lace rubbed against her nipple, eliciting a moan.

Jax glanced up from her wrist, watching her body squirm under their mouths, their touches. He felt himself harden at the sight, it was like something out of a movie, nothing he ever thought he would be a part of. His hands roamed her body, up her side as he found her other breast, his finger and thumb tweaking at her nipple, stiffening it into a hard peak.

“Adrian” she whimpered out. He lifted his head, her blood dripping from his fangs as he stared at her through worried eyes. “I need you” she said reaching up to his belt, giving it a tug.

The others withdrew their fangs, their lips and hands still roving over her body, making heat pool deep in her belly. Adam still pumped his finger, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. Cordelia’s hips bucked as Adam felt her walls tighten around him. They all watched in awe as she came apart under Adam’s touch.

“Oh, kitten” Adam growled. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”

“Shit!” She cried as she thrashed against his touch.

“That’s its kitten, cum on my hand.”

Jax’s lips found her nipple, flicking his tongue over the lace, taking her in his mouth, only adding to her pleasure. “Shit honey, I want more of you.”

Adrian’s mouth crashed onto hers as she came, her moans escaping into his mouth, echoing against his skin.

“I think my naughty kitten wants more” Adam said grinning as he undid his belt.

Adrian hated the thought of sharing the woman he cares about, dare he even say loves, but he was also so wrapped up in the heat of the moment he was willing to set his jealously aside. He broke the kiss, looking up at her as he stroked her hair. “Do you want all three of us princess?”

“Yes” she whimpered out. “I want you all to fuck me” Cordelia said as she glanced between the three men, their eyes dark with lust and their bare chests heaving in anticipation. “But I need you” she whispered for only for Adrian to hear.

Adrian helped her up, so she was sitting up on his desk, sharing understanding looks between Adam and Jax. “Alright gentleman, so we are doing this. First and foremost, we must always make sure Delia is comfortable, if she says stop, we stop. Secondly, I’m fucking her pussy tonight boys” Adrian said as he moved over to Adam, who still stood in between her legs.

“I can accept that this time” Adam said as he eyed Cordelia. “How about I fuck your tight little ass kitten? Would you like that?” He ran his hand down her flushed cheek as she let out a panting “Yes.”

“What about me?” Jax chimed in.

“You could fuck my mouth” Cordelia replied with a sideways smirk.

Adam and Jax stripped from their confinements as Cordelia pulled Adrian to her. Her hands excitedly roamed to his waistband, undoing his pants and pulling them down as she nibbled a trail across his chest.

“Fuck princess, you’re so amazing.” His head flying back as she reached down, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock. His hands crossed her back to unhook her bra, exposing her large, perky breasts. He helped her down as he slid the lacy ruby red fabric down her thighs, letting it pool at her feet. The three vampires surrounded her, sharing open mouth kisses, their strong tongues fighting for her mouth.

Adam leaned back on the edge of the desk, pulling Cordelia in between his legs, brushing her long, dark blonde hair to the side, grazing his fangs along her neck as he placed kisses on her skin. “Mmmm, you’re my good little kitten.”

Adrian moved closer to sandwich her in. He brushed his fingers down her cheek as he kissed her passionately, deepening he kiss as his tongue mingled with hers.

Jax moved in kissing the free spot on her shoulder as his hands wandered her body, exploring her curves for the first time. His fingers found her wet slit, spreading her lips to find her clit. Her voice got caught in her throat as he began to trace circles around the sensitive nub. “Oh honey, you’re so wet. I’ve waited so long just to feel you.”

Adam laid back on the desk hanging his legs off the edge, picking her up by her hips, guiding her back into him, her back pressing against his bare chest, her legs bent with her feet firmly planted on the desk. “Are you ready for my big cock to fuck your ass kitten?” He reached down, teasing the tip of his cock against her puckered hole, she could feel his precum smear across her skin. Adrian held onto her knees as Adam forced the head of his cock into her. Cordelia yelped out and flinched at the intrusion as Adrian and Jax rubbed her skin to comfort her. Adam inched himself in, feeding her the entire length of his cock, going balls deep into her. Adam gave her a moment to adjust before he gave her a few hard pumps.

“Fuck Adam!” Cordelia cried out as he thrust into her tight ass.

“That’s it kitten say my name. Fuck you feel so tight kitten.” Adam groaned out through his forceful pumps.

Adrian slid in between her legs, placing his hands on her hips as he leaned into her, kissing along her smooth stomach. He gently stroked the tip of his thick cock against her wet opening, allowing her juices to drip down his dick. Adrian thrust into her, tossing his head back as he felt Delia’s tight walls stretch around him. “Shit, princess! You always feel so good.”

“Adrian! Yes! Adrian!” She cried out. He loved hearing her scream out his name, he’d never tire of it, he craved it.

“Are you alright princess?” Adrian asked before he continued with his thrusts.

Cordelia nodded as Adam and Adrian resumed their thrusts, the sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room. They alternated thrusts, so she was never left empty. Their engorged cocks filling her up and stretching her out with every deep thrust.

Cordelia turned her head and reached out for Jax, taking his hardness into her hands. She flicked out her tongue, teasingly rolling it around his tip, lapping at his precum.

“Oh yes honey that feels so good.”

Jax watched her intently as she lowered her warm mouth onto him, suctioning her cheeks, sucking up and down his shaft. His hands flew into her hair, gripping it in tight fists. He bucked his hips against her mouth, forcing more of himself into her, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. Jax soon lost control and started fucking her mouth, needing to feel more of her, more than what she was giving him.

Cordelia’s body squirmed over Adam’s body as the three vampires ravaged her body, fucking every hole she had to offer. She gripped one hand onto Adrian’s shoulder, digging her nails across his skin, drawing out small beads of blood. She tried to moan out, crying out Adrian’s name but her voice was muffled by Jax’s cock fucking her mouth. He felt the vibrations of her cries on his cock and it sent him over the edge.

“Are you ready to eat my cum baby?” His grip tightened on her head as his thrusts faltered as his warm milky cum spurt in her mouth and ran down her throat. She swallowed everything he gave her before releasing him with a pop of her mouth. Jax stumbled back into one of the nearby chairs, struggling to catch his breath, his chest heaving, feeling spent.

Adam and Adrian continued to fuck her ass and pussy as she writhed in between them. Adam grabbed her hips, stilling her as he bucked his hips up, deepening his thrusts. “You-feel-so-fucking-good-kitten” he groaned out, accentuating each word as he pounds into her.

Adrian continued to fuck her sweet wet pussy, feeling her walls contract against him. “Fuck princess” he growled out. He put his hands on the sides of her neck, cradling her face as his thumbs stroked along Cordelia’s jawline, their eyes locked in the thralls of passion.

“Oh Adrian!” She continued to scream out his name as her moans resounded around them.

“Yell my name kitten” Adam commanded as he pulled out of her only to harshly thrust his cock deep into her.

“Adam! Yes, fuck my ass.”

“Shit, I’m going to cum kitten. “Adam howled out as he came.

“Fuck Adam! Mmmm yeah!” Cordelia moaned out as Adam filled her tight ass with his warm cum, shooting it deep inside her.

Adam collapsed back on the desk as he slipped out of her, panting to catch his breath as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Adrian had the longest stamina of the bunch as he continued to pound Delia’s tight pussy, wanting to be the last one to cum inside her. “Come here princess” he whispered as he picked her up, wrapping her limps around his frame. He walked her over to the leather couch in front of the large fireplace and slipped back into the cushioned material. Delia was on top of him, Adrian pulling her closer to rest her on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as he repeatedly thrust up into her.

He felt her walls tighten around him, inching him closer to his release. “Oh, yes! Delia!” he yelled out, pulling her into him to brush his lips over hers.

Cordelia craved the feeling of Adrian’s fangs sinking into her again. She buried her hands into his soft hair guiding him down to her neck. “Bite me” she breathed out. She wanted to give all of herself to this man, not just her body and blood, but her soul as well.

Adrian’s fangs scraped over her skin as he pierced her luscious skin for the second time that night. He couldn’t get enough of her, he wanted her and only her, through this lifetime and into the next.

As he sunk his fangs deep into her skin, she saw stars. Their shared pleasure only intensified as he fed on her and she couldn’t help but scream out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she bared down on his cock, moving her hips with his, pushing them both closer to their breaking point. Cordelia has never felt anything like this sensation before. This wasn’t just sex, this was something more, something deeper.

Adrian withdrew his fangs, so he could watch her cum. “Cum with me princess” he said as he rested his forehead on hers.“Delia, look at me” he whispered. Adrian thrust into her desperately as he shot streams of hot cum inside her pussy.

“Adrian! Adrian!” she cried out as she came with him, her juices dripping down his cock, mixing with his own cum. She collapsed onto his sweaty chest as he kissed the top of her head. His arms still embraced her as he stroked her back, both heaving as they attempted to catch their breath. Delia curled up in Adrian’s arms, turning to glance at the other two men, obviously satisfied. “Well boys, that didn’t exactly solve our problem” she giggled. “Shall we get back to business?”

The men nodded in agreement as they got up to gather their clothes.

Adrian moved away from Delia, fetching both sets of their clothes, helping dress her still quivering body. “Are you okay Delia?” He asked concerned.

She put one hand on his cheek and looked him deep in the eyes. “Perfect.”

Adrian smiled at her.

“But maybe next time it could be just the two of us?” Her voice faltered, afraid that he might turn her down.

“Nothing would make me happier princess.” He picked up her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I want you to sleep here with me today.”

“I would love to.” Delia responded as she grinned ear to ear.

Adrian guided her back over to his desk and picked up his documents. “Alright gentlemen, back to page three.”

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Choices November Challenge: Week One

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Looking Back | Open Heart — Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

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sparklemichele · 2 years ago

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I posted 769 times in 2022

That's 220 more posts than 2021!

114 posts created (15%)

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Soul Necessities

Okay so I fell down the Austin Butler rabbit hole. Here is a drabble of a story I'm working on. Let me know if you will like to be tagged.

Link to full story is here.

You were explaining to a customer about High John oil when he walked in. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses hoping to disguise himself, but you knew who he was since he visited your shop the last three times. You always gave your celebrity clients anonymity as some had come to you for readings and shopped in your shop for all their needs to help them along their spiritual journey. You finished with your customer and helped another as you watched him looking over your crystal selection. He must have felt you gazing at him as he looked up an caught your gaze. You sheepishly looked away. You wanted to kick yourself as you never gave any customer special treatment, but it was something about his energy that drew you to him. While helping one of your customers you notice he made his selection and headed to the register. You looked around for Dora your assistant to ring him up when you realized she was in the back making more oils. Shit! You would have to ring him up. You were lucky enough to not ring him up his last few visits but today it would be your turn. As you walked up to the register, he took off his sunglasses and smiled at you.

“How are you doing?” He greeted. His voice was sexy and raspy, and your knees went weak. This was why you kept yourself from him. His energy had a pull on you, and you could not allow yourself to be caught up.

“I’m good I hope you are.” You gazed in his blue eyes. They were beautiful. He sat a couple crystals on the counter. “So, we are getting Bloodstone and Carnelian today?”

“Yeah, I need the confidence and courage. I’m auditioning for a big role tomorrow.”

“I’m sure you will get it.” You reached behind the counter and pulled a Black Tourmaline and put it in his bag with the others. “I’m giving you a Black Tourmaline as it will keep negative energy away.”

“Thank you so much! I’m Austin.” He stuck his hand out to shake and you firmly shook it and of course you felt the electricity between you two. He must have felt it to because his eyes widen a little.

“I’m Y/N.” you let go of his hand.

“Yes, I know, and you are the owner of this beautiful shop.” You looked at him curiously as to how he knew that. “A friend suggested I come here.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You gave him his total and swiped his card he handed you.

“Can I schedule a reading with you.” Austin licked his lips and stared at you intently. You felt the sexual energy radiating off him. There was no way you could give him a reading as you were to attracted to him. You berated yourself for the way you felt as you had done plenty of reading for good looking celebrities, but it was something about Austin that threw you off your game. So, you suggested Dora and his micro expression of disappointment flashed across his face. You lied and told him you were booked and handed him Dora’s card. He took the card and thanked you. Customers started lining up behind him.

“Thank you for this.” He held up his bag of crystals.

“Of course, they will help. Put them in your pockets when you audition. I have a feeling you will get the part.”

Austin smiled his beautiful smile at you, put on his sunglasses and walked out the door. As he exited relief washed over you. He took a lot from you. His energy was just too strong around you.

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Untitled Part 2

I can't for the life of me think of a title!

Reggie Kray X Reader

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You studied Reggie for a moment trying to determine what he wanted. The bags were getting heavier, so you gave in and let him in your brother’s home. Reggie followed behind you and sat the grocery bag on the kitchen counter like you did the others.

“Will you and your brother be my guest tonight?” Reggie asked again.

“Sure. Just make sure we don’t run into any problems.” You told him as you started toward the door hoping he would get the hint. He did and stopped on the porch to look at you.

“You will not have any problems. I will see you both around 9.”

You nodded and shut the door in his face.

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Oscar Night Hangover

Just a little drabble...

The freight train ran over your body and decided to back up and roll over it again for good measure. You groaned as you opened your eyes to a mostly dark room, the blinds had been closed, but some sunlight was creeping through. You closed your eyes again as an intense headache pounded your temples.

“Oh God,” you moaned as you sat up in bed. You still had your dress on from the Oscar’s last night. What the fuck happened? You sat for a few minutes trying to recollect the previous night. You remember being on the red carpet with Austin, you remember him winning the Best Actor award, but the after party you were drawing a blank.

You looked over to find a bottle of water and a couple Goody powder packets sitting on the nightstand. Ah shit! You must have really got fucked up last night. You looked over to find Austin fast asleep in his boxers. How the hell was he in his boxers and you were still fully dressed. You leaned over to wake him and winced from your headache.

“Austin…Austin..” You shook his shoulder to wake him up.

Austin sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked over at you. A hearty chuckle escaped him as he looked at your appearance.

“What the hell happened?”

Austin couldn’t help but start to really laugh. “What?” You were so confused.

“Babe, you had way too much vodka.”

“Oh my God, how bad was I?” You prayed you did not embarrass Austin on his big night; however, you felt a little relief as his laugher got louder.

“You were no worse than anyone else. You, Viola, Lupita and Danai sure had a good time on the dance floor.”

“Why am I still in my dress?”

“You didn’t want to take it off. You literally just crashed on the bed, so I let you be. I know how stubborn you are when you’re drunk.”

You sighed with frustration and slowly got up from the bed, steadying yourself as you still had a slight buzz. You headed to the bathroom, Austin got up from the bed and followed you to the bathroom, he knew the routine. He leaned on the door frame. You gasped when you got to the mirror.

“Austin!! Why did you let me get like this?!!” You stood dumbfounded as you looked at your smeared makeup with one false eyelash barely hanging on. Your braids that were done up in a beautiful style were now only half up in style. You sighed as you undid the rest of your hair and let it fall anywhere it wanted to lay.

“Babe, I told you to slow down, but you never listen, especially when you and Danai get together.” Austin chuckled again as he walked into the bathroom and stood behind you.

“You ready?” He asked amusement all over his face.

“Ready for what?” You asked, looking at him from the mirror and as if on cue you became extremely nauseous.

“Dammit!” You rushed to the toilet, got on your knees, and leaned over, Austin grabbed your braids and held them back as you vomited. Holding your hair tight he rubbed your back as you purged. It seemed forever before you were finally done. You felt a little better as Austin helped you up from the toilet.

“You never going to learn, are you?” Austin asked with the same look of amusement. You walked to the sink and brushed your teeth quickly to get the horrible taste out of your mouth. Austin kissed the top of your head and went back into the bedroom. You removed your dress and looked over in the full-length mirror, you really looked a hot ass mess. Walking out into the bedroom with dress in hand and only your panties on you asked Austin if you ruined his night.

“No, babe you didn’t. If anything, you made it more entertaining as always.” He told you sitting on the edge of the bed. You threw your dress down on the bed and stood in front of him.

“Are you sure?” you rubbed your hands through his sandy blonde hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist kissing your stomach.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He looked up at you with his gorgeous smile that he always gave you to reassure you.

“I’m so proud of you for winning best actor. It was definitely well deserved.”

“Thanks babe.” He kissed your stomach again softly and you felt his tongue trace your bellybutton.

“Babe, I need to take a shower.” You needed to make love to your handsome Oscar winner as it obviously did not happen last night.

“Can I join you? He asked hopefully. You leaned over and softly kissed his lips.

“Well of course you can….who is going to deny the best actor in Hollywood.” Austin got up and picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. You yelped and laughed.

“I love you, you lush.” He slapped your ass as he took you in the bathroom. He put you in front of the shower.

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Soul Necessities

You were explaining to a customer about High John oil when he walked in. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses hoping to disguise himself, but you knew who he was since he visited your shop the last three times. You always gave your celebrity clients anonymity as some had come to you for readings and shopped in your shop Soul Necessities for all their needs to help them along their spiritual journey. You finished with your customer and helped another as you watched him looking over your crystal selection. He must have felt you gazing at him as he looked up an caught your gaze. You sheepishly looked away. You wanted to kick yourself as you never gave any customer special treatment, but it was something about his energy that drew you to him. While helping one of your customers you notice he made his selection and headed to the register. You looked around for Dora your assistant to ring him up when you realized she was in the back making more oils. Shit! You would have to ring him up. You were lucky enough to not ring him up his last couple of visits but today it would be your turn. As you walked up to the register, he took off his sunglasses and smiled at you.

“I’m good I hope you are.” You gazed in his blue eyes. They were beautiful. He sat a couple crystals on the counter. “So, we are getting Bloodstone and Carnelian today?”

“Yeah, I need the confidence and courage. I’m auditioning for a big role in a couple of days.”

“I’m sure you will get it.” You reached behind the counter and pulled a small piece of Black Tourmaline and put it in his bag with the others. “I’m giving you a piece of Black Tourmaline as it will keep negative energy away.”

“I’m Y/N.” you let go of his hand.

“Yes, I know, and you are the owner of this beautiful shop.” You looked at him curiously as to how he knew that. “A friend suggested I come here.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You gave him his total and swiped his card he handed you.

“Can I schedule a reading with you.” Austin licked his lips and stared at you intently. Fuck! He knew what he was doing. You felt the sexual energy radiating off him. There was no way you could give him a reading as you were too attracted to him. You berated yourself for the way you felt as you had done plenty of reading for good looking celebrities, but it was something about Austin that threw you off your game. So, you suggested Dora and his micro expression of disappointment flashed across his face. You lied and told him you were booked and handed him Dora’s card. He took the card and thanked you.

“Thank you for this.” He held up his bag of crystals.

“Of course, they will help. Put them in your pockets when you audition. I have a feeling you will get the part.”

Austin smiled his beautiful smile at you, put on his sunglasses and walked out the door. As he exited relief washed over you. He took a lot from you. His energy was just too strong around you. You rung up some customers and Dora finally exited the back with a basket of freshly made oils.

“You finally spoke to him?” she asked stocking the shelf.

“Dora, did you stay in the back on purpose?”

Dora chuckled, “Yes, you needed to talk to him this time. You been lusting after him ever since he’s been coming in here.”

“You little bitch!”

“I know but trust me you will thank me later.”

“For what? I’m staying far away from him. He’s an energy vampire and it’s too much for me.”

“Oh please! He is not intentionally draining you. He is just attracted to you. Why do you think he has been coming here?”

“For his spiritual needs like everyone else.”

“Don’t play dumb.” Dora rolled her eyes at you.

“Well, he asked for a reading, and I gave him your card.”

“That’s for the best cause you won’t be able to do it.”

“I know Dora!”

“Oh now you want to act all wise.” Dora chuckled and went to help a customer that walked in.

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My #1 post of 2022

Stubborn

“You have put me in the most impossible position the past two years, Y/N!!” your brother Kelvin shouted at you.

“Lower your voice before you wake up Nemma!” you harshly whispered at him. As soon as the words left your mouth you heard your daughter start to fuss over the baby monitor. You gave your brother a stern look and went to check on your baby girl. Kelvin sighed in frustration and sat down on your couch. You walked back into the living room holding Neema trying to soothe her.

“Kelvin, if I wanted him to know I would have told him.” You sat next to your brother.

“He has a right to know he’s a father. He has called or text me at least every other day begging me for your number or any info. Do you know how hard it has been not to tell him? He’s, my friend.”

“I’m your sister and I asked you not to tell him anything and I want you to continue to respect my wishes. He doesn’t need a child in his life right now. He is about to become an huge star.”

“That is up for him to decide. I’m telling him in Cannes and that’s final.” Kelvin stood up and looked at you with his mind set. You couldn’t argue with him anymore because you saw in his eyes, he was dead set on doing what he said he was going to do. You sighed as Kelvin leaned over and kissed his niece’s cheek and your cheek.

“I love you, sis.” With that Kelvin was out the door to catch his flight to Cannes, France. You sat on the couch stunned and scared of what was to come.

For the past three days your brother refused to answer your calls. It was frustrating because you weren’t just calling for personal reasons but professional as you were his assistant and had work related information for him. Calls from casting directors were picking up since he was cast as B.B. King in the movie Elvis, and you needed to relay info to him but he left you no choice but to leave him detailed information on his voicemail. You kissed Nemma’s chubby cheeks as you dressed her for bedtime when you heard your doorbell ring. You frowned because you were going to be pissed if it was a salesperson. Hopefully it was your Amazon packages as the app did say they were a few stops away.

You picked up Nemma, walked to your door and peep out the peephole. You gasped and stepped back when you saw who was on the other side of your door. Fuck! Fuck! Dammit Kelvin!

You just stood staring at the door when Nemma began to get fussy and cry out.

“I know you are in there Y/N! Open the door!” His deep, sultry voice carried through the door. You started to panic because you literally had on an old Metallica t-shirt with black boy shorts and your long braids were tied up in a scarf. You looked a hot mess. You shifted Nemma to your left side and slowly open the door. There he stood looking tired, but amazing. His light blue jeans and red t-shirt were wrinkled, his dirty blonde hair was messy and all over his head. Beside him were a large suitcase and a carryon bag. You realized he must have flown straight from Cannes.

“Austin, what are you doing here?” Dumb question.

Austin just stood there staring at Neema. You didn’t know what to do or say, so you just stood there also and then you notice his eyes fill up with tears.

“Why?” his voice was soft and full of hurt. You felt as if someone punched you in the gut. Maybe you made the wrong decision in keeping it from him that he had a child. You thought it was for the best after all it was just a one night stand you both had in Australia. You were with your brother on set and even got to play an extra in the movie. One night you, Austin, your brother, and a few others were in Alton Mason’s hotel room drinking and having a good time. Everyone tested negative for Covid that morning, so no one was worried about being in the same room. Now you were not going to lie and say you didn’t find Austin extremely attractive as soon as you laid eyes on him and per your brother, he felt the same. So, after a night of drinking, you found yourself in his temporary home that night waking up in his bed with a splitting headache and your core aching. He fucked you hard that night. He was still sleep and you let yourself out and found your way back to your hotel. It was your brothers last scene so you both were on a plane back home within hours. Your brother knew you were with Austin that night and you asked him if Austin called looking for you not to give him your number. You didn’t want to date an actor, you dealt with enough of them working for your brother. When you found out you were pregnant you kept it from your brother as long as you could even though he kept telling you Austin was calling him asking for you. Why was he so relentless it was just a one-night stand……wasn’t it?

You stepped aside to let Austin in…what else were you going to do. Austin grabbed his luggage and walked into your home. Damn he smelled good. He sat his luggage by the door. Turned around and looked at you as a tear rolled down his face. You quickly walked over to your coffee table and grabbed him a Kleenex.

“I’m sorry.” You told him as you handed it to him. That was all you could think of to say.

“I tried Y/N, I tried so hard to find you, but you didn’t want me?”

“I thought it was for the best at the time. I don’t know what else I can say….I’m truly sorry Austin.” As you watch him stare adoringly at his daughter you were truly apologetic for your actions toward him and to Neema for missing out on being with her dad the first year of her life.

“We have a lot to talk about, but I want to hold my daughter now.” Austin wiped his face of tears; you handed him his daughter and grabbed his tissue to throw away. When you came back into the living room, he was sitting on the couch holding her staring at her with awe. She was beautiful. She had his dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes with a dark tan complexion. She was the spitting image of you and him both.

“I can get a DNA test if you want.” You told him sitting at the opposite end of the couch. Austin’s head snapped up looking at you with a hint of anger in his eyes.

“Did I ask for one?” his voice was raised.

“Okay…Okay…” You shrunk back into the couch feeling like an idiot. “Austin I-”

“Don’t Y/N…just don’t. You have no idea the feelings I have for you and if you speak now, I might say something that will hurt you.”

You were shocked. “Austin it was just one night.” You didn’t mean what you were saying.

“It was more for me and obviously it wasn’t just one night. We have a child together! I can’t possibly love someone so heartless.”

Love!

“Love?”

Austin sighed, he looked so defeated and mentally tired. “Yes, Y/N. I love you and you have no idea what I have been through the past two years. Look at me and tell me you don’t feel the same cause when we were together that night, I know we both felt it. I wasn’t fucking you Y/N, I was making love to you. I know it scared you. That’s why you ran away and why you kept Nemma from me. Don’t feed me that bullshit about not wanting to date actors like Kelvin says. I’m not just some random actor. I’m the father of your child.”

You looked at him dumbfounded as realization washed over you. You knew it, you been known but you kept denying it and burying it deep down. You did love him. You loved him the moment you laid eyes on him on set. Austin leaned down and kissed Nemma on the lips and looked back up at you.

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m1dv1ght · 2 months ago

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Hi! I'm Hannah! (Or Midnight) Im 16, and I use She/He/They pronouns. I write fanfictions (Typically about my OC’s, but I enjoy making X Reader fics), I also do digital art sometimes but like it’s very few and far between.

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Fandoms I take requests for are currently open and I write for the characters listed but I’ll write for other characters too, sometimes i will sometimes i wont! Just ask! !NO NSFW REQUESTS!

Request count: 0

Some of the fandoms I’m involved in/My favorite characters

Hannibal (Season 1, Episode 4) Will Graham

X-Men (Ive watched all the movies and all of X-Men 97) Morph, Gambit, Rouge, Storm, Wolverine.

Marvel Cinematic Universe (all movies) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock.

Supernatural (Finished) Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury

9-1-1(Up to date) Eddie Diaz, Henrietta Wilson

Shadow Hunters (Finished the show, Read the first book) Magnus Bane

The Walking Dead (Season 8) Daryl Dixon, Michonne, Beth Green

The Walking Dead Game (finished the second game) Clementine, Kenny, Lee

The Boys (Season 3) Queen Maeve, Becca Butcher

Yellowstone (Up to Date) Rip Wheeler, Beth Dutton, Monica Dutton, Teeter, Kayce Dutton

Sons Of Anarchy (Finished. I haven’t watched Mayans MC and dont plan too and im not as active in the fandom anymore) Jax Teller, Opie Winston

Video games I play/have

Sims 4(Cats and Dogs), TWDG, Five Nights At Freddys (Core collection)(Security Breach), Call of Duty, Little Nightmares, Bendy And The Ink Machine, One Piece World Seeker

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sunday six - 11/11/2018

The scented candles tickled Harlow’s nose the moment she entered his room, his private sanctuary at the Shadow’s Den. She was surprised to see them layered in such an extravagant way across the floor leading further into his home and knowing how simple the leader behind the once Clanless was, she hadn’t quite known what to make of it.

But then again, this wasn’t any simple occasion.

“Jax?” She called softly.

She heard his response, as short as it was back at her several seconds later. “In here.”

Harlow followed the candles and the sound of his voice until it led her into the kitchen. Her eyes widened a little in surprise when saw him; a pair of loose-fitting sweats and a tank that showed off his muscles as he reached for an empty pan.

She shouldn’t be surprised to find him here, inside his make-shift kitchen. It was one of the only places she had ever seen him completely at ease/ One of the only places that he had ever confessed to feeling at home.

But even after all this time, apart of her couldn’t believe how lucky she was - that she was here. Living and breathing proof that their entanglements at the beginning of last year had been more than just two people quickly seeking a moment of refuge. Being here inside his sanctuary meant something, it meant she was apart of his home too. Still, it didn’t matter how many days, months, even years that could pass between them. She could no longer see a future without him in it.

And seeing him at the end of nearly every day to a place she could finally call home, Jax Matsuo still gave her butterflies.

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La Loba

When Tara up and left Charming all those years ago- the town, Jax and the club weren't the only things left behind. She left you, her baby sister.

Words: 5.2K Author's Note: Sons of Anarchy AU. Crossover with Mayans. Trigger Warning for brief mentions of sexual assault.

When Tara left Charming all those years ago, you had only been fifteen. She left you with your drunk of a father, but Jax Teller and his mother Gemma quickly stepped in to look after you. However, when your uncle checked in one day, he didn't like what you had to say about your living situation. So as quick as he could, he managed to get custody of you and whisked you away to Texas.

For years you longed to be back in Charming, calling Jax every weekend you could to hear about what was going on there because, though he and your sister were broken up, you still looked up to him as your big brother. But until you graduated, as you were continuously reminded by your uncle and Jax, there was nothing you could do. So, until you walked the stage and had your high school diploma in hand, you let yourself make some friends and have some fun while you were still young.

Jax, Opie and Gemma made the drive down to Texas to see you walk the stage, and then Gemma told you she already had living arrangements situated for you should you want to return to Charming. You did and you were immediately set up with a job at Teller-Morrow Automotive.

For the following couple of years, you worked your butt off keeping the garage running smoothly while Gemma made herself busy elsewhere. You became close to those within the Sons of Anarchy, keeping their secrets and helping out when asked as if you were a part of the club yourself. And if you asked any of the men, they'd say you were.

But then your sister came back to Charming, ruffling feathers within the club, and making you doubt your place with the Sons.

For as long as you can remember, Clay and Gemma were the parents you wished had been yours. But then they started to make questionable calls and you realized you had to take a step back and look at the bigger picture. It also didn't help that you had Tara whispering nothing but terrible things in your ear, but you did your best to not let her opinion cloud your judgment.

And just when you were coming to terms with everything again, AJ Weston happened.

Fortunately, you weren't sexually assaulted, but you were forced to watch them assault Gemma over and over before taking a beating that left you in the hospital for nearly a week. And through it all, your sister still tried to get you to cut ties with the club. Instead of listening, however, you pulled back into yourself and sought out Happy to teach you how to properly fight.

For a couple of years, you hardened yourself to become numb to anything and everything the club did, doing odd jobs here and there when they needed a face to blend in that wasn't male. You became the club's ace up their sleeve, much to your sister's displeasure, and did your best to stay afloat while Clay and Gemma spiraled out of control.

Life within the club became a clusterfuck- betrayal after betrayal and lie after lie piling up faster than anyone could keep up with. And in the end, several people paid the price. Piney, Bobby, Clay, Juice, Tara and Gemma. All dead.

Then when Jax took up the gavel, he thought for sure you wouldn't want anything to do with the club anymore. But the club had been a part of your life for the longest time and so long as he didn't follow in Clay's or his mother's footsteps, you were more than happy to continue being there for anything the Sons needed.

With Jax as President and Opie as Vice President, things within the charters along the West Coast were shaken up. No one wanted war or petty fights for past grievances, so many bridges were mended. One, most importantly, being that of the bridge between the Sons and the Mayans.

Jax, Opie, and Chibs are hosting a few Mayans when you walk in behind Happy, more than ready to shower and get to work behind the bar. But first, you needed to check in with Jax and with the others, letting them know how the night went. Happy takes a seat, smirking as all eyes fall on you. You figure you must look a sight- hair wavy from the two braids you had it in all day, a Reaper hoodie that's a size too big, ripped jeans and Doc Martens. Your hands grip tight to the straps of the backpack you're wearing, and you offer Jax a nod.

"Hey, sis." Jax slowly smirks. "You good?" You give him another nod. "You win?"

Happy scoffs as if he really needed to ask that, after all he trained you, and all eyes turn towards him. "They tapped her for two matches."

Jax's amusement suddenly clears, worry in his eyes. "Two?" He glances between you and Happy, the rest of the onlookers curious as to what's going on. "Why the fuck did they tap you for two?"

You roll your eyes and slip the straps of the backpack off your shoulders. Holding the bag with one hand, you unzip the bag with the other and pull out a ziplock bag of cash. Abel and Thomas' name is written on it in black sharpie, as well as the very obvious 5K. You toss the money into Jax's lap.

"Holy shit," Opie utters. "What the hell happened?"

You grin and glance at Happy so he can tell the story. "Her first opponent had a glass jaw. One hit and she was out. The crowd wasn't too happy, so the coordinator asked if she'd fight again. Her second opponent was a dude and a little harder to take down, but our girl had a lot of rage tonight. Brought home 15K."

One of the Mayans lowly whistles. "Damn, mami. There an underground fight club we don't know about?"

The Sons all seem to hold their breath as you glance at the Mayan in question, expression going lax as you take him in. He's handsome, really handsome, what with his groomed beard and all. His hair is shaved close to the sides while the top has some length to it. And slowly, but surely, you grin and shrug at him.

"Hey guys, this is my sister-in-law YN," Jax says, introducing you. "YN, this is Bishop, Angel (the one who had spoken to you) and EZ. Creeper's at the bar with Tig." You glance at each men, nodding and grinning in greeting as they give their hellos. "You should clean up before you get behind the bar," Jax then says, easily dismissing you.

"Ribs need to be checked out. Probably wrapped," Happy mentions.

"And that's my cue," Chibs says as he stands, finishing off the last of his beer. "Come on, lass, let's go get ye naked."

You roll your eyes as Happy and Opie laugh, Jax kicking out in hopes of landing a kick to his Scottish brother.

Everyone watches as Chibs leads YN down the hallway towards the dorms and then Jax is grabbing the money to tuck inside his kutte. "Excuse YN," he says. "She doesn't talk."

"Ever?" Angel asks. Bishop and EZ are quick to slap their brother, causing him to flinch and glare at each of them.

The Sons all chuckle.

"She used to be a chatterbox," Jax says, smiling. Slowly the expression melts away. "She got kidnapped alongside Gemma by Zobelle's crew."

"Shit," Bishop swears. "We heard about that."

"Was she.. you know," EZ asks, uncomfortable. Everyone knew what had happened to the ex-president's old lady and the rage that possessed him and her son when they found out. "That why she don't talk?"

"Nah." Opie shakes his head. "They made her watch as they assaulted Gemma though, and then beat her black and blue. Stopped talking after that. She will talk sometimes, but only to those she feels at ease around."

"The physical assault was just the beginning of it all; started closing herself off. But then when Gemma killed Tara.."

"Fuck, bro," Angel exhales in realization. "Your mother killed her sister?"

"Yeah." Jax takes a long pull of his beer. "YN felt deeply betrayed, looked up to my ma like she was her own. When we found out who killed Tara, YN begged me to let her deal with it. I almost didn't, but Unser stuck his nose in my business and put a tail on me. We came up with an alibi for YN and let her deal with Gemma as she saw fit."

"And did she?" Bishop wonders, stroking his salt-n-pepper beard.

Happy smirks. "She did. Took Gemma out the way Gemma took her sister out."

"Which was how?"

Jax gulps, but pushes through the conversation. "By stabbing Gemma repeatedly in the back of the head with a barbecue fork."

"And no one suspected it was her?" Angel asks, awed.

"Nah. She's our fly on the wall. Everyone thinks she's damaged goods and we don't correct them. No one suspects the mute girl to be gathering intel."

Bishop chuckles. "That's actually kind of genius."

The men all get back to drinking, listening to Happy describe YN's fight and the fact that she's not scheduled for another for another three months. She eventually comes back out, a tight long sleeve plaid shirt taking the place of the hoodie she first wore. Tig grabs her attention, introducing her to Creeper who she grins and nods at before serving up a few shots and taking one with the two men.

The following morning, you task the prospects and the lingering croweaters to clean up the clubhouse and have everything set up for a family breakfast before you get back with the food. And since you are the President's sister who has no urge to crawl into the lap of any Son, the croweaters readily get to work without any huffing and puffing.

Nearly half an hour later, you return to the clubhouse with bags of food. The normal round tables have been pushed aside and long rectangular tables have been brought out. Three pots of steaming coffee are sitting atop the bar, stacks of styrofoam cups, milk, creamer, and sugar placed next to them. You set the bags of food on the table, pulling out containers of barbacoa meat, beef and bean tamales that had been wrapped up in foil, a few containers of green hot sauce, a bag of cut up lemons, and a stack of still hot tortillas.

You send the prospects to start knocking on doors and waking the sleeping men before you head towards the refrigerator and pull yourself out two cans of Big Red soda. Then making your way back out to the tables in the middle of the clubhouse, you grab yourself a paper plate and start to serve yourself before the men make it nearly impossible to.

Surprisingly, most of the men are already awake and settle down around the table as you're assembling your tacos. You spread some barbacoa on a tortilla, squeeze a bit of lemon juice on the meat, then open up a bean tamale to lay atop the meat. Then you sprinkle some salt before spooning some greet hot sauce onto it all, bringing two sides of the tortilla together and taking a bite. You hum in appreciation and then crack open a can of soda before taking a sip of it.

As you glance around the table, you see the Mayans all staring at you, amusement clear in their expression.

"Damn, guera, you can throw down, huh?" Creeper muses.

You grin at him, heat flooding your cheeks before you avert your eyes back to your food. Slowly but surely, everyone starts to fill their plates. And when you fill your second taco, adding even more hot sauce than the first time, you happily eat the spicy goodness.

"I have a question," Angel says in between bites of his food. "How does a white girl throw down with barbacoa and hot sauce? None of these white boys will even look at the hot sauce."

Jax laughs. "When YN was fifteen and Tara left for college, their uncle swooped in and took YN to Texas. The uncle's wife is Hispanic and apparently breakfast tacos and Big Red was a staple there. Had it every Sunday morning and now we have it once a week here too."

"Well, if it's a staple down in Texas, now we gotta try it too," Angel says. He glances at you, winking. "Got any more of those sodas, princesa?"

You roll your eyes at the nickname, nodding. Quickly wiping your fingers off on a napkin, you stand up to go grab four more of your sodas for the men to try. And when you make it back to the table, you hand each Mayan a soda since the Sons were all coffee drinkers in the morning.

EZ and Angel like the soda drink, Creeper takes a few sips before deciding he likes it, and Bishop hands his can off to Angel after the first sip. It seems he preferred his coffee as well.

Once breakfast is over and Jax sends Chibs, Tig and Happy to work in the garage, you drag your feet over to the couch where Opie is sitting. There's plenty of space on the couch next to him, but you want a cuddle after stuffing yourself full of food. So as the men are talking, you crawl into his lap without a word, curling up there and hiding your face in the side of his neck. He merely lifts his arm to position it behind your back, used to this behavior by now.

"She good?" You hear someone ask.

You grin against Opie's neck and raise a hand, giving the room a thumb's up. He chuckles as he rubs your back. "She's fine. She likes to curl up on any available lap after eating so much."

"My lap was empty too, cariña. You could have-"

The sound of a slap resonates around the room which sends the men into a round of laughter, and when you pick your head up enough to see what's going on, Bishop is shaking his head at Angel who's rubbing the back of his head with a very disgruntled expression. You huff a laugh and go back to dozing on Opie.

The men continue to talk shop as Opie lulls you back to sleep, but then the shouting of a prospect makes you jerk back into consciousness. "Ope! Old Lady incoming."

The Mayans all fidget in their seats as a petite blonde marches into the clubhouse, heading straight towards your small group.

"Uhh.. should the girl be-"

Bishop's words trail off as Lyla comes up to Opie's side, leaning over you to press a kiss to her husband's mouth. You squirm in his lap, turning your head just enough to pucker your lips at Lyla. She laughs. "One of these days I'm actually going to kiss you and then what?" You shrug and wiggle your eyebrows. "I'll get you to finally take up our offer on that threesome sooner or later."

Your nose wrinkles and you immediately climb out of Opie's lap, scowling at her as you curl up on the opposite side of the couch. Lyla laughs and claims her husband's lap for herself as he says, "Come on, Ly. We all know white boys don't do it for SAMCRO's princess."

You narrow your eyes as Opie and Jax chuckle, chuckles turning into full blown laughter as Angel asks, "Yeah? That mean I'm still in the running then?"

"Jesus Christ," EZ mumbles, rubbing the space between his brows.

As you glance at Angel, you can't help the heating of your cheeks as he slowly smirks at you.

Lyla giggles as you blush under the stare of the Mayan and she reaches over to wrap her hand around your ankle. "I'm in a shopping mood. What do you say you go shower and we'll get out of the club's hair for a bit?"

You smile at her, grateful for the escape. But before you can get up, Jax says, "You'll need an escort. We're in good standing with everyone, but it'll give me some peace of mind."

"Don't send Tig. Or Happy," Lyla says.

"You can take EZ," Bishop speaks up, gesturing to the man in question. EZ looks so startled at being volunteered for protection detail that Creeper and Angel burst into laughter.

Glancing at EZ, you gauge his reaction to make sure he's okay with going. And when he catches you trying to size him up, he relaxes and nods. "I, uh, it's fine. Just as long as I don't have to hold anyone's purse."

His brothers continue to snicker as you flash him a grin, shaking your head in amusement. As you pass him, you squeeze his shoulder in thanks and then disappear down the hallway that leads to your dorm.

It takes you just about twenty minutes to shower and change into something suitable for the public, and then you're tossing your wallet, phone, and ID into a mini backpack that you readily strap to your back. You put on some sunglasses to shield your eyes from the intense brightness you know that awaits you outside the building, and then walk back out to the front. Clapping your hands, you grab Lyla and EZ's attention.

Jax, Bishop and Angel call out for the three of you to be careful, and then Lyla is telling EZ that you'll be driving over to Lodi since that was the only place close enough to do some decent shopping. He follows behind you and Lyla on his bike, and thankfully the drive is very short.

EZ eyes the boutique Lyla parks in front of with a critical eye and you grin at him. You were pretty sure he was expecting a mall with several stops at various clothing stores, but you and Lyla had a specific place where you did all your shopping. The owner was kind and courteous, and even pulled aside items she thought you and Lyla would like to try on, on days like today.

Walking into the spacious back room, you slip off your backpack and let it fall onto the couch that's there. EZ hesitantly takes a seat, and you smile at him, nodding that it's okay. The owner reappears within a couple of minutes, dragging two racks of clothing along with her. She tells you that she's got some shoes and accessories in as well, and Lyla tells her to bring anything and everything that she thinks they'll like. And when the owner warily glances at EZ, Lyla waves off her concern and tells her that Jax is just being a little protective this morning. She laughs and then leaves to bring back even more items.

As you go through one rack, you hear Lyla explaining to EZ that this is the only place you'll be shopping and that you'll grab lunch afterwards. And once you have a few items you want to try on in hand, you walk over to a smaller room and pull the curtain behind you so you can change in private. You and Lyla usually changed out in the open, but with EZ there you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

The first outfit you try on are black faux leather pants that cling like a second skin, a white crop top that has two thin straps crisscrossing over your abdomen, and a cropped leather jacket. You walk out from behind the curtain and head straight for the small dais in front of a mirror, turning this way and that way to see whether or not you like it.

Lyla steps out from behind her curtain in her own outfit- a dress that leaves little to the imagination- and immediately, she says, "Yes! You're getting that outfit." You chuckle at her and then wiggle your foot for her to realize you need shoes. Her lips purse as she looks at the rack of shoes and then practically lunges for a pair of peep toe stilettos.

Shaking your head in amusement, you sit down to slip the shoes on the walk back to the dais.

"How do you girls even walk in shoes like that?" EZ asks. "I'd probably break a bone. Or three."

You meet his gaze in the mirror, smirking.

"Lots and lots of practice," Lyla answers for the both of you.

For the next hour, EZ endures outfit change after outfit change. He can't seem to comprehend how many items of clothing you and Lyla have tossed into your buy pile, but he doesn't utter a peep.

The last outfit in your pile is a pair of dark washed jean shorts, a black distressed tank top with the phases of the moon on the front of it, and a thin cream-colored cardigan whose hem falls just past your butt. When you walk out, you immediately head for a pair of dark gray suede ankle booties and zip them on before showing Lyla the final product.

"Yes."

When you glance at EZ, you catch him staring at your thigh. More specifically, the tattoo that nearly takes up your entire thigh of a howling wolf head and the full moon right behind it. "That's some detailed ink you got there."

You glance at Lyla and she smirks at you, nodding- encouraging you to finally speak. When Jax told the Mayans you were mute, he wasn't lying. He just failed to mention that it is selective mutism and you could speak when you were comfortable enough. And after spending these last couple of hours with EZ and Lyla, you've become comfortable. "La loba."

EZ's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, meeting your gaze as you offer him a small smile. "She-wolf?" He asks.

You subtly gulp. "It's what they.. call me in the ring."

"She's a vicious little thing when fighting," Lyla says. "It's brutal and fucking fantastic."

"Yeah?" The surprise slowly vacates his expression, and then he grins. "I'm gonna have to see you in action one of these days."

"My next match is still a few months away, but I'll let you know when and where it takes place."

"I'd like that."

You and Lyla end up with more bags than the two of you can carry, and EZ laughs as he helps the two of you load up your purchases. You treat the two of them to lunch, choosing a Mexican place since you were craving a quesadilla with some chips and salsa. You and Lyla each had a margarita, and EZ made the two of you wear sombreros so he could snap a picture of it. You asked him to send you the picture, and that was the beginning of yours and EZ's very platonic texting relationship since he was already in a relationship himself.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Angel Reyes is sitting outside the clubhouse, sunglasses shielding his eyes as he waits for his baby brother to get his ass outside and tell him what it is they're doing for the day. The day was still young and hot, and he'd rather be anywhere than sitting still under the blistering sun rays.

Finally, EZ walks out of the clubhouse just as the sound of a motorcycle comes up from behind him. Angel turns around after seeing his brother smirk and he's surprised to see the Tacoma Killer rolling into their lot. But not only that, he apparently has SAMCRO's princess perched on the seat behind him, looking completely at ease on the bike.

Angel stands as EZ comes up behind him, whistling lowly as he pushes his sunglasses up to rest atop his head. "You knew she was coming?"

"Yeah. She's got a match tonight in the next town over. I think Bishop's thinking about putting some cash down on her."

. .

The clubhouse doors bang open just as you and Happy climb off the bike, and Bishop walks down the steps. ¡Chiquitita!" You smile at him as he heads straight for you. "Are you feeling good about the fight tonight?"

You nod and readily hug the man as his arms spread wide. Glancing over his shoulder, you can't help but huff a laugh at EZ and Angel's surprised expressions.

"Did some research into her opponent," Happy says as you step back to stand by his side. "She has a decent record, but YN's is better. And she's in a good mood today so Jax is putting money down on her."

"Good, good." Bishop turns around, taking in the Reyes brothers. "I'm giving you five thousand. Bet it all on YN."

. .

Angel and EZ are anxiously waiting in the front row, taking in the cage in front of them. It looks almost professional, but the sketchy individuals all around them say otherwise. Happy had directed them where to place their bets and then settled them down in a specific spot. It was going to be a bit longer before YN fought.

When the matches get underway, EZ and Angel get to witness two men's matches and one female, letting the atmosphere get the best of them and carry them away. They're shouting and cheering and enjoying every bit of violence.

"I can't believe we never knew about this, 'mano," Angel says, taking a sip of his beer. "We could have been making bank."

EZ snorts. "I don't know about that. It's too risky. Bishop is only putting down money because of a Son's word. You think he's gonna be happy if YN loses tonight?"

Angel opens his mouth to retort, but the ring announcer steps into the cage once more. He introduces one female- a blonde with her hair done up in a french braid that hangs down her back. She's around 5'8, slightly ripped, and expression lax as she hops from foot to foot in her corner of the cage as the crowd cheers for her.

As the ring announcer introduces La loba, he's surprised at the crowd's instantaneous reaction. Even more so when EZ stands and bangs his hand on the cage. The woman that steps into the cage is wearing a small silk robe with a hood covering her head, but it's open in the front so he can see the sports bra, black spandex shorts, and the tattoo of a howling wolf on her thigh. La loba. She wolf.

As she pushes the hood off and stares at her opponent, Angel swears as he sees YN. "Fuck. You knew?" He then asks his brother, seeing how excited he is.

When EZ settles down, he nods. "Yeah. Apparently, she's a vicious little thing in the ring. Lyla said it's a sight to behold."

When the fight starts, Angel seems to hold his breath as YN and her opponent bump their taped fists together. Then like a switch was flipped, both women go on the attack. Fists fly out- aimed at the head, ribs and abdomen. Forearms deflect the hits, but some are not quick enough. YN clips her opponent on the chin, briefly dazing her, and that's all the opening she needs. YN goes on the attack immediately, fists throwing punches in a flurry before she grasps onto the girl's neck. As she pulls her down until she's hunched, YN quickly drives her knee into her opponent's abdomen and chest over and over.

A bell dings and a ref throws himself between the two women before sending them to opposite corners. The crowd and EZ go wild, and Happy smugly saunters into the ring to give YN some water and to wipe her down.

"Holy shit."

"I know," EZ agrees. "That was just one round. Can you imagine the next?"

The second round is just as vicious as the first, but YN gets severely pissed off when she drops her guard and takes a hit to the face right before the bell rings. The Reyes brothers sharply suck in some air at the look YN gives her opponent, thanking their lucky stars that they're not the one in the ring with her. Again, Happy cleans up YN, taking care to clean up the small cut at YN's eyebrow and telling her something while she glares across the ring.

Then in the third round, YN lets her opponent tire herself out before delivering an uppercut to the underside of the woman's chin. It's lights out for her.

The crowd goes absolutely wild as Happy rushes into the cage, lifting YN so she's settled on one of his shoulders in victory.

The ring announcer goes through the motions of announcing the victor before reminding everyone where to collect their winnings, and then the Reyes brothers are pushing through the crowd to get to Happy and YN.

When the Reyes brothers are led to a small room, they walk in to find Happy tending to YN's cut. Her eyes meet theirs and she flashes them a smile, beckoning them further in.

"Damn, querida," Angel muses. "That was one hell of a fight. Who knew you could throw down like that."

You smirk at him. "The she-wolf title should have tipped you off, guapo."

Angel's jaw drops open, and Happy and EZ snort. "You- you talk?"

"Selective mutism, 'mano." EZ nudges his brother's shoulder. "She can talk when she feels comfortable."

"Which is mostly when there's not a lot of people around and she knows you," Happy says. "Social anxiety sucks."

You roll your eyes as Happy puts a butterfly bandage over your cut and then you turn around to get dressed. You pull on a pair of jeans and a tank top that EZ remembers you buying from that shopping trip months ago, and then slip your feet into a pair of boots. Happy hands you a leather jacket before dropping the strap of your duffel bag over your head.

"So, who's gonna let me ride with them back to the clubhouse? Bishop's throwing a party and I need a drink or three before we roll out back to Charming tomorrow afternoon."

"You can ride me- I mean with me, querida." Angel smirks.

You snort as Happy and EZ roll their eyes, knowing full well Angel messed up that line on purpose. You glance at Happy, questioning whether or not he's okay with that, and he shrugs. "You're a grown woman, hermanita. You can ride whoever you want."

This time it's your turn to roll your eyes as the Reyes brothers laugh. Then throwing caution to the wind, you grab Angel's wrist and drag him out of the room.

"Should I be worried about that?" EZ asks, chuckling.

"For your brother? Maybe." Happy shrugs. "YN is a whole lot of woman and I'm not sure Angel's prepared for that. You saw how shocked he was when she spoke to him for the first time."

"True."

"Though she won't speak when there's a large crowd around, she will drink so long as she's surrounded by someone she trusts. She's got me, you, and now your brother. He's about to realize what he's just signed up for the moment she downs a fifth shot."

EZ laughs. "Then let's get out of here. I wanna see Angel panic over a girl for once."

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going to the chapel // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC

Warnings: 18+, smut (daddy, breeding kink), language, slight mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of pregnancy/babies

Word Count: 2,178

A/N: This story takes place before any of the other ones that I've already posted. Enjoy!

This day was nowhere close to what I expected it to be. My mother wasn't helping me get ready. My dad wasn't waiting to walk me down the aisle. I didn't even have a bridesmaid But, I wouldn't change a thing about it. I knew that I felt safe and secure with the man that I was vowing to spend the rest of my life with. I knew that I loved him more than anything in the world and that we would be able to make it through anything together.

I run my hands over my dress one last time, admiring the midi dress's satin material and corset-style top that made my waist look as thin as a pencil and made my boobs almost spill over the top. Chibs was gonna lose his mind once he saw me and I couldn't wait. I make sure that my dark hair is perfectly curled one last time before Donna hands me my bouquet of white roses mixed with baby's breath.

"You ready, El," Gemma asks as she peeks her head into the main bedroom of the cabin.

When I told Chibs that I didn't want a big wedding and would be fine just doing it at the clubhouse or the courthouse, he said that he wouldn't marry me unless it was in a white dress in a place that we both loved. We agreed that the cabin would be perfect and that we could do the ceremony in the backyard, surrounded by the club. I didn't really have anyone else to be there, but I wouldn't want anyone else there anyway.

"Let's get married," I say with a smile, turning away from my reflection and heading out for the rest of my life.

Jax agreed to walk me down the aisle and I could tell that he felt pretty smug about me picking him over Piney or Clay. In all honesty, I didn't think that Piney would be able to safely or quickly make it to the altar and I still didn't fully trust Clay. Something just felt off about him.

"Darlin', you look beautiful. Chibs is gonna come in his pants when he sees you," Jax says as he stands in the kitchen waiting for me. I roll my eyes but accept his warm hug.

"Thanks for putting that oh so nicely, Jackson." He kisses my cheek as his response before looping our arms together. We walk out the front door to where everyone is gathered, not a suit in sight but plenty of Sons of Anarchy patches. We decided to go without chairs because it was gonna be a short ceremony and would be much more hassle than it's worth.

We stand at the end of the aisle and I can finally see him. I can't help but grin at his dropped jaw. He looks so incredibly handsome, his hair actually styled for once. He's wearing his 'nice' jeans as he likes to call them, and black boots on his feet to go with his kutte. Jax leads me down the aisle, my mind totally blocking out the music and everyone whispering. We finally make it to Chibs and Piney, who's officiating the wedding.

"I would warn you to take care of her and make sure nothing happens to her, but I think we both know that she would cut your dick or your head off before I could do anything so we'll skip the speech on that," Jax says cheekily, Chibs throwing his head back laughing because he knows that's exactly what would happen.

"You're so beautiful, little lamb," Chibs whispers to me as he grabs my hands and pulls me so that we're almost chest to chest. He keeps our hands clasped together as Piney begins to do the typical wedding ceremony. Chibs and I each wrote our own vows and I say mine first.

"Filip, this is gonna be cheesy as hell and I hope you'll still say I do when I'm finished. When I met you, I was a scared little girl fresh off of a plane from Ireland with no money, no family, and no friends. All I knew was that I would hopefully feel safe away from my past and that I had a guaranteed job at Teller-Morrow. You walked out of that garage, wearing those coveralls that make your ass look really good, wiping your greasy hands on an already greasy towel and I was hooked. Just when I thought you couldn't get better, you opened your mouth and a piece of home came out of it.

It didn't take long for me to fully fall in love with you, despite my fears of being too young for you. I fell in love with your laugh and your smile. I fell in love with the way that you were always checking up on me and making sure that I was okay. I fell in love with your love for your brothers who took me in as one of their own. But most of all, I fell in love with that snake that you keep in those tight pants." There are hoots and hollers at that, but I keep talking.

"You kept me alive at a time when I really didn't wanna be anymore, Filip. You put me back together after my family broke me. You showed me your love and care every day, even if you were hundreds of miles away. When you asked me to marry you, I knew that I didn't deserve you, but I was gonna keep you forever because there is no one else I would rather be than your wife, your partner, your little lamb. I love you, Filip Telford. Today, tomorrow, and forever after that."

I have to wipe away my tears once I finish, but Chibs just lets his fall. He brings my left hand up to his mouth, kissing my palm three times before joining our hands again between us. He clears his throat and throws me a warm smile before he beings his vows.

"Ellie, my little firecracker, I've loved you since I saw your ass and hips in those black jeans that day that you walked into the garage. I didn't know you yet but I knew that you were strong and beautiful and you sure as fuck weren't gonna take any shit from me. I would've married you then if I didn't think you would file a restraining order soon after. I don't think I'll ever love you more than I do now, except when I finally put some baby Telfords in ya. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Eleanor. I was sad for a really long time before you found me and you breathed life into me once again.

I promise to wake up every morning with you on my mind and in my heart. I promise to always make you happy, whether it be with my cock or my hilarious jokes. I promise to give you the life that you deserve, no matter what it costs me along the way. You're it for me, babe. You're stuck with me until we're both six feet under. But, most importantly, I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley. Cheers, babe."

His brothers say the last line along with him, biker boys through and through. Bobby hands Chibs my wedding band and Donna hands me his. I take his rough and calloused left hand and slide the thick silver band on. He slides on a thin white gold and diamond-encrusted band that goes perfectly with my engagement ring. Finally, Piney says the perfect words.

"You may now kiss the bride."

I barely have time to register his words before Chibs is sliding his tongue through my open mouth, his hands grabbing onto my ass and pressing me against him. I cradle his face between my hands, deepening the kiss before the loud cheering behind us interrupts our kiss. He swings me up into his arms and carries me through a crowd of our friends and family. He quickly takes me into the cabin and back to the main bedroom where I got ready. He pushes me onto the bed before locking the door and pouncing on top of me. He claws at the top of my dress, pulling it down to expose my tits to his waiting mouth, moaning as soon as his lips wrap around the peak.

"Filip Telford, if you rip my dress, this will be a very short marriage," I breathlessly get out in between moans as I dig my hands into his salt and pepper hair.

"Yes ma'am, Mrs. Telford," He says with a grin before turning his attention to my other nipple. He pushes the bottom of my dress up and is greeted with my bare pussy. "No panties? Naughty, naughty girl."

He gives me no warning before he thrusts two fingers into me, leaving me to arch my back which pushes his fingers further into me. He must feel my walls contracting around him, knowing that's my cue that I'm going to come soon because he sinks to his knees at the end of the bed. He slides one heeled foot over his shoulder, the other one following soon after before he fully pushes my silk dress up to expose my soaked pussy to the cold air.

"Such a pretty little pussy. Be careful, lamb, or you'll drip all over that sexy little dress. Maybe I should clean that up for you. That's what nice husbands would do."

He dives in like a starved man, lapping up the moisture between my lips before gently sucking my clit between his lips. I scream his name as my orgasm begins, and he eggs it on by sliding his fingers back into me, three this time. Tears roll down my cheeks as I come around his tongue buried deep into my cunt. He only stops when I shove his head away from me, the overstimulation taking over my senses.

He smirks up at me from the floor, his lips and facial hair glistening with my wetness, and he slowly sucks my essence off his fingers. I drop my head back onto the mattress, and the menace quickly climbs on top of me.

"You're gonna be the death of me and we've only been married for twenty minutes," I pant out as I undo his belt and quickly pull his rock-hard cock out of his pants. I quickly scoot down so that his cock is right in front of my lips, a drop of come tempting me to taste him. I quickly swipe my tongue over the head before pulling him into my mouth fully. I work to get him as far down my throat as I can before he's pushing me off.

"I'm coming in that pussy, lamb, so you best stop now. Now, come ride your husband like a good little wife." I'm positioning his tip at my entrance before he's even finished his sentence and we groan together as he slides in. He loves when I'm on top because he becomes a man possessed when he sees my tits bouncing up and down as I ride him.

He grips onto my hips and meets my thrusts with his own. The sound of our moans and skin slapping together emanates throughout the room, drowning out the noise outside the cabin. As I get closer and closer to coming again, my body gives up on me and Chibs flips us over so that he's on top. He wraps one of my legs around his waist and pulls the other one so that my ankle rests on his shoulder. As he pounds into me, he uses one hand to hold both of mine above my head and the other to rub tight circles on my clit. We both look down at the head of his cock bulging under the skin of my lower stomach and he lets go of my hands to press down on the thin skin that we're staring at.

"Come on, lass. Come around my cock. Squeeze around me until I fuck a baby into you. That's it, baby. Come around daddy's cock."

Tears once again roll down my cheeks as I come the hardest I ever have at his words. He's quick to follow, burying his face in my neck as he moans my name over and over again. We lay there breathing heavily for a minute before he gently kisses me as he pushes my hair out of my face.

"So proud of you, my love. I love you so much. Let's get you cleaned up and then go enjoy the rest of our wedding, hm?"

"Leave it." He stops at my words and stares down at me, his brown eyes bearing down into my blue ones.

"What?"

"I wanna walk around with you dripping out of me." He groans at that before flopping down onto the bed next to me.

"Best. Wife. Ever."

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ravennaortiz · 11 months ago

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Two Bullets

Chapter 5 of Countdown

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

Tag List @fleureeee

Jax sat in his kitchen in the early morning hours with Juice. Neither man had spoken since Chibs, Opie and Half-Sack had left a bit ago after finalizing some minor details in the plan to get Rocky out of Charming. Jax was starting to have second thoughts even though he knew it would be best for her to not be around here. He had to admit Juice and Half-Sack had brought up a couple good points that he had not really considered in the grand scheme of things.

Such as was it really a good idea to traumatize her into thinking that not only was she being kidnapped but that they had been killed? What would keep her from running away once in Santo Padre? What keeps her from trying to avenge the fake deaths? Jax sighed heavily before pushing away from the table and rummaging through a drawer in the kitchen. Catching Juice looking at him curiously he spoke. "Gonna write her a letter real quick for them to give her. Hopefully it'll make this easier and keep her there" explained Jax as he started writing. "What if it doesn't?" inquired Juice his eyes boring into Jax. "I send you and Half to track her and take her back" replied Jax after a moment. "Go bring her bags down here" added Jax as he looked at the clock on the stove. The club from Santo Padre would be here soon. Juice nodded before going upstairs.

Juice was uneasy as he grabbed her things. This was the kind of thing people don't get forgiven for. Although Jax had stated he would shoulder all the blame he knew Rocky would hold them all responsible. He wasn't sure he could handle that but it was better than the alternative like Chibs had stated earlier. Though Halfs question still echoed in his mind. What keeps the Mayans from double crossing us?

By the time Juice had gotten back downstairs Jax was done with his letter and a light knock sounded on the back door. The two men locked eyes before Jax stood up to open the door. "Here we go" he muttered as he turned the knob. No going back now.

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"She will be in good hands. I have established go plans with my men in case any problems arise." stated Bishop as he sat across from Jax at the Teller kitchen table. The letter Jax had written in his hands. Jax nodded before looking over to Juice who had his arms crossed blocking the stairs that led up to the bedrooms. Juice was tense and Jax worried he wouldn't be able to handle this. Bishop followed Jax's gaze to the other Son in the room and assessed him before looking to his men who filled the room. He had planned who to send upstairs to grab and go but he was rethinking his choices given the body language coming from Juice. Kid wont handle that well he thought to himself as he stood up and moved towards Juice.

"Son, are you going to pose a threat to my men?" inquired Bishop quietly as he stood in front of Juice. Juice considered him for a moment before replying. "I don't know. Letting her get taken really goes against every fiber of my being. I thought I could handle this but I don't think so" replied Juice quietly as he deflated a little. Bishop nodded and placed his hand on the younger mans shoulder. "Understandable. Kidnapping goes against ours. I'm willing to change things up a bit here. You choose who can go up the stairs behind you and the rest of them I'll send outside to the vans to wait." stated Bishop as he turned to face his men as Juice nodded.

"My concern is she....is spicy" stated Juice choosing his words carefully. Rocky fighting against this was a real concern. She was not a damsel in distress and would not go down easily. Bishop nodded hearing what he wasn't saying. "My men can take a hit and control their response" he stated confidently. Juice relaxed some at that. "Those two can go upstairs" he said pointing at the two men by the back door. "Coco and EZ your up" stated Bishop as he motioned for the others to hand out.

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"Stop worrying about your nose and fucking help me" snapped Coco at EZ who was on the floor holding his nose as blood seeped down between his fingers . Rocky was like a feral cat and it was taking all of Coco's strength to keep her pinned down on the bed and not injure her. The sound of the two gunshots only spurred her on. EZ stumbled to his feet and managed to grab one of her kicking legs making her yelp. "Careful man" growled Coco irritated with the prospect. "Fuck you. Your not the one with a broken nose" retorted EZ his temper starting to rise.

Rocky felt like she was suffocating and her vision darkened as panic rose higher. The fact these men had made it all the way up here and she had only heard two shots started to set full panic in. She stopped struggling as it dawned on her she was probably the only one alive. Coco felt the fight leave the girl and he loosened his grip some.

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Rocky sat restrained in the van sandwiched between one of the Mayans who had gabbed her and another one they called Angel. She had no idea where the other Mayan was, she had caught him in the eye and groin when they got to the kitchen door. He had dropped her causing the other Mayan to stumble and she had gotten out of his grip and she had went sprinting across the grass before she was tackled and brought back to the van. Tears prickled at her eyes as she looked down at her lap.

#sons of anarchy #ravennasmasterlist #juice ortiz #soa fanfiction #jax teller #juice x oc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagines #ez reyes #bishop losa #RockyTellerOC

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samcro-before-hoes · 3 years ago

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Biker Born and Bred

Chapter 1: Patch Party

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Author note: Hey! Here’s the first chapter, I hope y’all enjoy it. It’s a little short the others should be longer.

TW:

This is a 18+ page therefore is an 18+ story. Language, drugs, alcohol, guns, sexual situations/smut, serious themes such as domestic violence, rape, abortion, miscarriage etc. will be mentioned throughout.

I do not give anyone permission to copy or translate on their own pages.

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-samcro before hoes

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{The Clubhouse around 10:00 am}

[3rd pov]

Jax walks out of the onsuite bathroom of the clubhouse apartment with a smile as he watches Natalie pull her tiny black lace thong up her tanned thighs. She makes eye contact with him, then her eyes examine his body.

The towel he's wearing from his shower hangs low on his hips, this muscular body is slicked with water droplets. “Where you goin' babe?” he asks.

“The guys are here,” she sighs, he nods. Walking over to her wrapping his arms around her naked waist, her arms go around his neck. Her bare chest touching his upper stomach. His hand grabs her ass. Her fingers play with the ends of his wet hair. He kisses her deeply, she deepens the kiss, one of her hands resting on his tattoo for Abel for a second before going to the towel he had around his waist making it drop to the floor. He smirks into the kiss at her boldness, both of his going to her ass before squeezing it roughly. She moans into his mouth.

There's a knock at the door. “Church. 10 minutes.”Happy's voice comes from behind the door. Jax pulls back from their heated kiss.

“Kay'!” Jax yells to the door. Nat groans letting her forehead rest on his chest. He chuckles.

“Later babe, later.” He kisses the top of her head. She lets him go so he can get dressed. He walks over to the dresser filled with his clothes. She looks to the chair next to the bed grabbing her black t-shirt.

“Are you going on the ride to Oakland today?” She asks as she puts her shirt on not bothering to look for her bra. Jax nods from across the room now wearing a pair of white boxers.

“Nah, Tripp is taking Chibs and Jag with him.” He says walking back over to her. Natalie’s dad, Rob or Tripp, is president of the club and her older brothers and uncle are members, she was raised around the club, it was all she ever wanted to be apart of.

Jax is finished getting dressed before Natalie. She looks at him as he waits on the edge of the bed.

“Go ahead. I'll be out in a minute.” he nods standing up he kisses her quickly before he walks to the door looking back at her as she wiggles into her jeans. He throws his hoodie on before shrugging on his kutte. She puts on he she her leather jacket and kutte. She looks to Jax who is watching her with a small smile she raises a brow.

“What?” She asks looking at the blue eyed man standing in front of her. She grabs her her knife holster from the nightstand and snaps it onto a belt loop of her jeans.

“You look good in a kutte Nat.” he states before opening the door and walking out, he closes the door behind him. She smiles.

Natalie grabs her gun that was also on the nightstand. She drops the magazine and checks it before putting it back into place making sure one in the chamber, ready to shoot. She tucks it in the back of her pants. She takes a look in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair to smooth out the serious case of sex hair that she has. She flips her hair into a ponytail. She checks her pocket for her phone making sure it's in her jackets pocket before she walks out of the dorm door. She walks down the hall way then into the main room of the clubhouse. She walks to the bar where her mom, Gemma, and Gen are sitting.

“Mornin' baby,” Beth smiles holding her arms out for her daughter, Nat hugs her mom.

“Mornin' Mama.” Nat whispers in her ear before pulling back and kissing her moms cheek. She picks up her moms coffee taking a sip. Beth runs her fingers through the knotted ends of Natalie's hair.

“You own a hair brush.” Beth states looking to her daughter who is drinking her coffee, not approving of her daughters messy appearance. Natalie winces with a nod grabbing her mom's wrist to stop her from detangling the ends of her hair.

“I slept here last night,” Natalie sets the coffee cup down not bothering to look towards Gemma who she knows is staring holes into her. “It was a late one for me, so I crashed here. Didn't bring a bag.” Nat lies with ease. Beth nods not believing her daughter's story. She knows that Natalie is keeping something from her. She's painfully aware of the fact that as of recently her and Natalie are not as close as they once were, she noticed a shift in Nat's behavior since before the divorce but recently it's like she's a million miles away from Beth.

"Nat," Ope calls from the meeting room door, "We're ready." She kisses Beth's cheek then turns and kisses Gen's before walking to 'chapel' as they call it. She drops her phone in the box with everyone else's before walking in and closing the door behind her. She sits down next to Chibs who is her dad's Sargent in Arms. Her older brother Jagger sets down next to her and Tig sits beside him. Happy and Opie are right next to the end. Jax, Juice, Bobby, are on the other side. Cowboy, Gemma’s old man is sitting at the end of the table with Piney. Half-Sack and Danny are setting in chairs on wall since they are prospects as well.

“Okay,” Tripp hits the gavel against sound block once everyone is settled, starting church. “Jagger, Chibs, Bobby, Cowboy, and I are going to meet Leroy in Oaktown today, Jax, Happy, Nat, go to Cara Cara make sure everything is good there. Tig, Juice and Ope go check on the gun warehouse, and prospects, stay here and help set up for tonight. Piney- you run em’, have some tequila old man it's your 68th after all.” Tripp states leaning back comfortably. Everyone hoops and hollers for Piney’s Birthday.

“Hale has been up all our asses lately so we may have baby sitters, be careful.” Jax warns shifting the conversation back to business, Natalie looks around the table, she can tell Jagger isn't happy he's not going to Cara Cara, and seeing Jess.

“I gotta have a talk with Unser. Maybe I can convince him to put a leash on his deputy dog.” Tripp agrees. Nat rolls her eyes.

“Unser's just waiting for the clock to run out.” Jax shakes his head “Old mans a lame duck.”

“We gotta do something about Hale. There has to be something he wants.” Bobby says from his usual spot.

“We've offered everything, he wants nothing from us. He's just wants the MC out just like his dad and his corrupt brother.” Natalie shakes her head putting her cigarette out while blowing out smoke.

“I'll have a chat with Unser. We will figure it out, we always do.” Tripp assures with a nod. He leans further back into his chair. “Also our matriarchs have been talking and have decided they wanna do a dinner Friday. It'll be at my house so I expect you all to be there, and don't forget about the party tonight it should start bout start at 8:30 or 9:00, that's when Ric said he and the guys will get here.” Nat glances around the table and nods. Her uncle Ric, her brother Derek and Nicky’s two brothers have been nomad for almost a year, but they are coming back to Charming.

“Okay let's go.” Tripp orders as he slams the gavel. Everyone get up and starts to head out the doors. Natalie watches as her dad heads over to her mom and Genevieve wrapping an arm around each of the women. How the three of them blend together perfectly.

Beth and Rob have been together since Beth was 18. Rob was already a member of the club when they met. They married when she was 19. Then babies started.

Jagger was born in 77, about a year later Rob and Beth met Gen at a party the club was throwing, what was supposed to be a one-time wild night, became a frequent thing. All three of them became very close that's when Rob and Beth knew the relationship changed, they had fallen in love with her and she with them not long into the love affair Gen got pregnant with Derek.

Jagger was born to Beth in 77’ Derek to Gen in 78’, Sawyer to Beth in December of 78’, Brady to Beth in 80’, Natalie and Kade to Beth in 82’, 85’, Sydney to Beth in 86’, Blake was born in the spring of 90’, Kate to Beth in 92’ and John-Luke to Beth in 96.

Over the years the family grew together. Almost like Beth, Gen and Rob were all married to each other, obviously not legally but in their hearts. They all love each other. Women would say it's weird. Men would say it would be a dream come true. But for them it is normal. It’s always been normal to Natalie.

Genevieve has always played co-mom to Beth's kids and vise-versa. When Nat needed someone to fight for her she called her mom, when she needed someone to be a voice of reason she called Gen and when she needed someone to save her ass she called her dad.

{30 minutes later Cara Cara Studio}

[3rd pov]

Jax, Happy, and Nat, pull up together. Jess and Charlotte are standing outside. Charlotte is in a dressing gown, smoking a joint. Jess next to her heavily pregnant and obviously irritated.

“Just be grateful you don't have scenes with that cunt.” Charlotte grits to her sister taking another hit off the joint between her fingers.

“Char, I need you to not be at her throat for an hour so we can finish this god damn scene, if you don't wanna be eating her out for the next two weeks I need you to just go in there and pretend she's your best friend or something.” Jess pleads with Charlotte. Jax, Nat and Happy get off their bikes. Natalie looks at Jax trying not to laugh at the girls conversation.

Nicky comes out the warehouse door slamming it closed in anger.

“Miss Ima-Bitch is in there being a diva. She is demanding we skip the scissor-sisters scene because it 'doesn't feel authentic to her' who the fuck does she think she is?” Nicky rants to Jess. Luann is on a vacation thanks to a nice pair of new tits so Jess is in charge of CaraCara productions. Jess asked Lyla to help her out, then when Nicky started doing some shoots for CaraCara she asked her. Jess rolls her eyes.

“Can y'all just be adults? Nicky go in there and tell her she either does the scene or she's out of the movie entirely, and if she has a problem with that then she can go to a different studio. Charlotte, go in there and be nice to her. I don't care if you hate her, all you have to do is fuck her convincingly.” Jess scolds and orders them around like she does her own children. Nicky and Charlotte both do as told and walk into the warehouse. Jess cross her arms.

“Problems in Pussy Paradise?” Natie questions with a playful tone. Jax looks to her and rolls his eyes, Happy has an amused look on his face.

“You have no idea,”Jess rolls her eyes. “What's up? Is something wrong?” She asks concerned holding her growing baby bump almost protectively. Last time they just showed up at the studio was when Jagger was shot. Jax shakes his head.

“Rob just sent us to check in on the place, make sure you guys moved in okay.” Jax assures. Jess nods her head.

“Come on in, see for yourself.” the three bikers follow Jess into the warehouse. The scent of cheap perfume and sex is heavy in the air as they walk in. Nat eyes trail around the open room, there are different sets divided, crewmen all around as well as half naked to fully naked women.

“It looks good.” Natalie praises, looking around the place. “Yeah, it does.” Happy nods in agreement, his raspy voice filling the air. Nat rolls her eyes, Jax chuckles. Ima walks over completely ignoring the three bikers and going straight for Jess.

“This whole thing is bullshit Jessica and you know it.” Ima barks. Jax clears his throat, that's when Ima looks to him seductively.

“We better get back to the clubhouse. See ya later.”Jax nods towards Jess touching her arm, ignoring Ima much to Natalia’s pleasure. Jax turns around and starts walking off, Happy and Nat behind him.

“I'll see you at the Patch Party tonight! Right Jax?” Ima calls toward Jax. Patch Parties or any club party used to be Nat's favorite thing, the booze, the smoke, the dancing, the overall party. Everyone came. But lately it became something that made her uncomfortable. She wasn't certain of the emotion but it made her skin crawl.

{Natalie's house around 7:30}

[3rd pov]

Nat hears the rumble of a bike outside and immediately know who it is. Jax.

Jax takes a deep breath as parks his beloved Dyna in Natalia's driveway. He turns it off looking up at very lit up Natalie's house.

Jax has been with a lot of women. There is no denying that. The majority of his hook ups, consisted one-night stands with any and every crow eater, in the clubhouse dorm, usually in his preferred doggy style position so he didn't have to see their faces, and wasn't reminded that they weren't her.

Nat had known Jax since she was a little kid, Jax and her older brothers Jagger and Derek were/are best friends, and him being 5 years older than her he took on a protective role towards her.

They stayed like that for year's until she came home and prospect with SAMCROW.

Once she graduated high school she was gone. She left Chariming the day after graduation, riding her bike to wherever she wanted. She had lovers. She was gone for four years. Came back got married. Separated within 8 months. But she always wanted Jax, they had there moments way back when but it never took off like it has been for the past year.

Jax had married Wendy because he wanted something more than just fucking the crow eaters, but even after he married her there was nothing intimate about their marriage. Sure they fucked. A lot, that's what their relationship was built on, but they never really connected. She was usually to loaded and he never comfortable enough with her.

However, this, what he is doing with Natie - his best friends baby sister, his club mate…His Talia was different. It felt different; he felt different. He couldn’t sleep without her beside him. He worried when Rob sent them on separate missions. When his phone rang he prayed it was her, and that was something Jax Teller had given up on a long time ago.

Jax gets off his bike and walks into Natalie's house and goes straight to her room.

“Hey,” Nat smiles from her bed. A black silk robe on her tanned body. Her raven hair is knotted to her head with a claw clip. She raises the remote and pauses the tv.

“Why aren't you dressed?” Jax asks sitting on the bed next to her. Nat shakes her head and shrugs.

“I just don't feel like going,” Jax raises an eyebrow sensing the bullshit. She loves a good party. But lately everything is different.

Jax being in the club and VP not to mention his looks made him popular with the ladies; Crow Eaters, Sweet Butts, the CaraCara girls, Natie always knew that and it used to not bother her but since her and Jax's relationship had changed her feelings had too. As soon as the clubhouse gossip got a whiff that Nat and Jax we're hooking up the Crow Eaters and Sweet Butts, and CaraCara girls fell in line. Jax was no longer on the menu. But Ima doesn't see it that way. She completely disregards Natalie's presence in the room, let alone on earth.

Nat plays her emotions as close to her leather as possible. Shes a hot head, shes fearless, strong and independent, she's outspoken, direct, she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, she’s a good shot. Good with a sword. Good in hand to hand fights. Can and might kill you with a spoon. But when it comes to Jax. She's melted.

“Come on Tali. We're going.”

{1 hour later The Clubhouse}

[3rd POV]

Jax and Nat walk from the bikes and to the first picnic table where Jagger, Ope, Lyla and Jess are sitting.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Jess smiles handing Natalie a beer. Nat smiles as Jax wraps a arm around her shoulders.

“What we miss?” Jax asks as Ope hands him a beer. Nat takes a sip of the cool, bitter liquid.

“Tommy called next with Hap. He's gonna go after someone wipes Jared from Rogue River off the mat floor.” Jagger nods towards the ring. Happy is on one corner of the ring, the guy from Rouge River on the other, beaten to a pulp.

“Christ.” Jax rolls his eyes at his brothers misplaced bravery. Nat watches as Happy and Jared start sparing again.

“Ric, .” Ope nods toward the clubhouse. Jax nods.

“Oh Blake was looking for you, your mom too.” Jess tells Nat taking a sip of her non-alcoholic beverage. Natalie looks down from the fight and to Jess raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know the full story but I do know Blake and Beth got into it over something, then Blake asked if she could stay at our place for a couple days, I told her our house was full because Char and her latest boy toy broke up. So my guess she wants to see if she can stay with you.” Natalie nods.

“I thought Char and Danny were a thing.” Nat says as she sees Char with her tongue down Danny’s throat in a far corner.

“They are but Blake doesn't know that. I got enough drama to deal with at Cara Cara, I don't need Beth-Ann and Blake Grace starting world war 3 in my living room.” Natalie nods understanding her sister-in-law.

“Is that who I think is?” Lyla asks looking toward the right the parking lot. Natalie and Jax look to the gray Ford Truck that just pulled in. A very familiar little brunette and a very familiar man step out.

“Owen.”

That's when Natalie knew she should have stayed home.

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purvishraick · 3 years ago

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BLOODBOUND

Absence Pt 1

Fanfiction : Bloodbound (Choices)

Pairing : Adrian Raines x Amy Richard Parker (MC)

Warning : mentions of death , cursing

Rating: PG - 13

TAG LIST : @adriansdeadwife , @otherworldlypresents , @evelynistic , @silma-words , @fireycookie , @lauren-raines-x , @nala-raines

If anyone wanna be tagged in future do let me know….

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its been too long since wrote anything. i just couldnt get the perfect inspiration to write anything but now i am finally back. I promise my other series will also be updated very soon.

There might be a few errors . sorry for that . constructive criticism is always welcomed .

p.s.- this is a mini series taking up from the incidents after the battle at the met with gauis and then following mc's death. This takes place in same AU as 'a tale of always and forever' .

Absence.

The lack of something or someone.

It is easy to describe the theoretical meaning of this word, but when it comes to experiencing it, it is not easy at all. Infact it is anything but easy.

But absence.

It is all he is left with.

The absence of her is everywhere he looks, its like a huge whole has been punched through his heart, but in a way it is the only way to remember she was real, that it was not his imagination.

He was afraid that the only good he had in his life was fake, he was afraid that he might realise that this was all dear imagination.

But in a way he wanted it to be a dream, cause if it was a dream he will wake up to her beautiful face and her heavenly smell, then he can forget all the things that happened.

But now fate loved to play with him hated to see him happy. Him being happy was something that the world hated. Something that he couldn’t be. Something that he could never have cause it wasn’t meant for him.

By now Adrian has accepted the fact that he could never have what his desired and this heart desired happiness, it desired love, but now how can he get that wouldn’t that be against the world.

He could never be happy while the only thing no -scratch that- the only person, that made him truly happy that made him whole was not with him and now could never be.

He held her, held his world, his happiness, his Amy in his arms as the life left her eyes and she pleaded not wanting to go.

When she closed her eyes it was like she took something with her she took a part of him, a part of his soul, of his heart.

Now standing in front of her grave, after burying her, it all hit him with a force, a force so strong that it crushed him, it crushed his already broken soul.

EVEN DEATH HAS A HEART

AMY RICHARD PARKER

1995 - 2021

A DAUGHTER , A SISTER AND AN AMAZING FRIEND

That quote, she read him from the book ‘the book thief’ and instantly declared it as her favourite, he never knew why she loved it so much. According to him death was cruel and had no heart, it was ruthless, it was something that took so much from him, but to her she noted death as a new beginning a change to meet their lost ones, the ones who were never forgotten by time and a chance to have a new start, finding peace.

But he didn’t believe that even a bit she wasn’t supposed to leave them she was supposed to live, there was so much for her to see and so much to learn she was taken to early from them.

Adrian didn’t realise that it had started to rain and he was drenched until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned back to see it was her eldest brother Christopher.

“ you should go back its been a long a day , you should rest , I and Nathaniel will make sure everything is done here. “ and gave Adrian a slight sympathetic smile.

He couldn’t say anything but give a slight nod , but how could he say anything to this man in front him, he just lost his sister, he lost his princess, the girl he grew up with, the girl he practically raised by his own hands. He knew his grief was greater than anyone else’s.

‘ how can Christopher stomach to look at me let alone show me sympathy. After all I failed to protect his sister. I am the fucking reason his sister is dead, I promised him to protect her but I failed. Guess it runs in the blood, just like Amy, Chris also have a big heart. ‘ he thought to himself.

Chris told him that he understands that what Amy did was her choice. He said that he knew no one could have stopped her cause he knows who stubborn and protective she is for the people she loves. He said that ‘it runs in the blood’ , and laughed at it.

He started to make his way back HOME- no scratch that- there is no home now, there is no home without her.

Going back a pair of tear stricken red eyes met his similar ones.it was her middle brother Nathaniel, that boy was devastated and broken. Those once lively eyes where now blank. Nath’s eyes were fixed on his sister’s grave like he was still trying to process everything.

Lily was slumped against the tree, it was difficult for her to see her best friend like this. She saw her die and then saw her little left hope got crushed when Amy didn’t turn into vampire. She was broken.

Kamilah was trying to be strong but he saw it in his sister’s eyes that in a very less time Amy secured a special place in her heart and she was affected deeply by this.

Jax didn’t come to the funeral cause be said that attending it would force him to let her go and make it all to surreal for him.

The most difficult part was when they had to tell her family about what happened to her. He remembers that Nath picked the and it was on speaker. There was a 15 min silence on the line after they broke the news to them and the silence was broken by a heart wrenching sob and a huge crashing sound. Apparently Nath let out the sob and Chris threw the entire vine rack down on the floor.

It was easy for none of them.

Now Adrian had to deal with the next step that came after this 'GRIEVING' .

~ P ❤

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Bound by Destiny II, part 2 ― Chapter 9: The Arrival

PAIRING: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Nadya Al Jamil) RATING: Mature

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

⥼ Bound by Destiny II, part 2 ⥽

They fled New York with one purpose. Find, hunt down, and return with a way to kill a vampire god. They abandoned their loved ones and survived the City of Shadows; had their trust broken and darkest secrets brought to light. All that... and Gaius still won anyway. But now that they have nothing to lose, Nadya and her friends are finally ready to do whatever it takes to see the King of Vampires overthrown.

They just have to avoid a vampire population eager to gain favor with their new monarch, the ruthless Order of the Dawn, and whatever plans Gaius has that involve Nadya captured and brought to him alive. So... easy-peasy, right? The worlds of both dark and light hang in the balance. The time has come for the Bloodkeeper to embrace her destiny. So if anyone wants to clue her in on whatever that means, now would be great!

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⥼ Summary ⥽

It's the night of Vlad's masquerade ball, the most prestigious social event a vampire can attend. An entire ballroom full of faces and names every vampire in Europe knows... and apparently Nadya is going to upstage them all.

content warnings: language

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A pretty big chunk of their plan relies on the staff of the Tepes Estate being just as snobbish and uppity as the man they serve.

So thankfully at least something is both easily predictable and surprisingly convenient.

Staff all around, and none of them pay the pair of them much mind. Beyond the fact that they get told by more than one footman that “guests really shouldn’t be back in the staff corridors” and receive multiple warnings about how “the Count has ensured all guests for the evening, (said while looking down the biggest snooty nose in all of Prague no less) no matter their prestige, will receive adequate time to sup on the serving staff,” and that they “really shouldn’t be allowing an undisclosed human on the premises but will look the other way this time,” Nadya and Cadence are pretty much left to their own devices.

Which means scurrying out of sight before any lone particularly loyal member of the Tepes household decides to go narc and everything ends up exploding in their faces anyway.

Because there’s no way on earth these full-face masques of theirs are providing any damage cover should their plans go KABOOM!

Nadya casts another look up at Cadence as they come across their umpteenth fork in the road. Watching him decide between right or left is starting to feel as nerve-wracking as actually choosing which direction they ought to go.

“You’re sure you know where we are?” You’re sure you know we’re going the right way?

“I’m starting to feel like you have less than zero faith in me, Nadya.” He probably thinks the glance down her way is a reassuring one. But the masque over his face is almost too neutral. It’s just a mask but it feels like it’s trying too hard, you know?

“That’s not it at all. This place is just…” A lot.

He barely remembers to reach back and take her by the hand before he chooses left in a hurry. Who knows how much time they’ve wasted just trying to find their way through this seemingly endless castle.

“It takes me a moment to recall the map Serafine showed me before we left, but I’m… ninety percent sure I know exactly where we are.”

“And the other ten percent?”

“Is trying to keep an ear out for party noises. So if you’ll zip it, thank you.”

Admittedly Nadya would have a lot more faith in this plan if it wasn’t just the pair of them, proven stumbling disasters that they are, relying on the apparently flawless memory of a man who literally introduces himself as ‘the one with amnesia.’ She understands the rationale behind it, just as she understands the rationale behind everybody else going through the front door like an entourage of normal party-goers. They have three prestigious faces and what Jax and Lily lack in clout they make up for in being practically invisible as nobodies to this upper echelon of attendees.

But shoving the two bigwigs of their gang — well, the most recognizable face in any room of vampires and the obviously human girl losing her freakin’ mind amid a cluster of the heartbeat-less undead — through the staff entrance with nothing more than simple masks to disguise them and trusting them not to mess up finding their way among the rest in time for some famed big reveal they still don’t know the full-on details of…?

Well if they live through this long enough to chronicle this part of their journey, nobody is ever allowed to even so much as imply via metaphor that Nadya never trusted her friends wholly and completely.

Actually if they’re talking about chronicling stuff, better they leave these more vague and improvised parts of their master quest to the footnotes. That way they can pretend they knew what they were doing the whole time.

For example Nadya isn’t gonna let anyone write down that she got so wrapped up in her thoughts about what may or may not get written down that she walked face-first into a brick wall.

OW.

Not a brick wall, actually.

Cadence turns around and catches Nadya’s mask just before it falls and shatters on the ground. Thank you vampire super-speed.

“Are you okay?” He asks, wide-eyed and worried, hesitant to give her back her disguise to take stock of how she really looks.

That’s such a loaded question though, so Nadya ignores it and rubs the redness on her forehead instead.

“Why’d you stop?”

The vampire takes a moment to look up and down either end of the corridor and even around the next corner. When he’s satisfied they’re alone he pries his own mask off with a groan; practically peeling his flattened hair from where its been stuck to his forehead the moment he put the darn thing on.

“Because,” with pursed lips he blows his fringe out of his eyes, “I’ve been talking this entire time… and even when I ramble you usually have some two cents or other to pitch in.”

That’s fair. Nadya takes back her mask with a sheepish shrug. “Sorry, got distracted.”

“That much is obvious. Care to share?”

“Not really. Care to keep going?” Not like they’re exactly full of free time, here.

He sweeps his arm in an after you motion, but keeps pace with Nadya’s shorter stride. “I can hear the string quartet by now. We’re close, but they haven’t begun the announcements Serafine told me to wait for.” So maybe they have a bit of free time. Got it.

Only now she can’t stop thinking about what will be on the other side of the big grand ballroom doors.

And Nadya without her set of note cards to at least help her through her dumb speech all because her dumb dress has no dumb pockets.

“You know I still don’t get why they wouldn’t budge about you not being discovered.”

“You don’t see me complaining,” Cadence says with a shrug; and actually now that he points it out…

“No, I don’t.”

He doesn’t need to look at her to know exactly why she says it that way, either. It’s not the first time they’ve had this talk. Probably won’t be the last either.

His sigh sags from his shoulders to his fingertips. “‘Surprise warmonger back from the dead’ might accidentally eclipse ‘reincarnation of the vampire Goddess.’ Can’t have that, now can we.”

“Cadence.”

“Nadya.”

They turn another corner in complete silence. Nadya’s ears strain to hear this quartet of his but nope, not close enough for her poor human ears quite yet.

Finally Cadence seems to decide on something. Gathering himself up all the way to his full height while fiddling with the porcelain in his grasp. “Actually… Serafine and Kamilah gave me the option. When they talked about prestige all this week it was largely assuming I might be able to pretend just enough to add to their collective fame. But they gave me the choice as to whether or not I wanted to try.”

“And you said no.”

“Of course I said no. I don’t envy you, Nadya. You have to do this regardless of whether or not you want to. But for the first time it feels like I’m not in that position, and I want to take full advantage of it.”

His face falls, voice going somber. “Surely you can see why.”

She can. She did, in the flesh, and while he’d been useful at the time she can still close her eyes and remember how easily Cynbel had threatened Jax, hurt Adrian and Serafine; how callous he’d been with her life even though she’d agreed with him at the time… Not to mention all the implied things that come with Serafine, always calm and cool and collected, losing her freakin’ marbles every time he ended up a part of the conversation.

He continues. “I don’t think I could have pretended to be him if my life depended on it. And if you think about it, your life does depend on it in a way. I couldn’t risk you like that. Not after how kind you’ve been to me.”

Her fingers brush over his arm. Cadence either takes it the wrong way or chooses to give a purpose to something so small; he bends his elbow and lets her arm slide into his like a proper escort to a proper ball.

“A lot of people’s lives depend on me pretending to…” Nadya can’t quite say it though, so she swallows it down. “I just have no idea what I’m supposed to do when we get there.”

“Understandably.”

“Seriously,” offering him a wry and dry smile, “that’s all the advice you’ve got?”

He mulls it over for a good and proper think. The effort is more than appreciated even if it doesn’t actually yield results. At least this way she gets to vent it out before messing up royally when the time comes.

Cadence stops first — their linked arms jerk her back and to turn and face him. “I wouldn’t call it advice, per se,” gee—great, “but maybe we both suck at pretending because we ought to be accepting, instead. Accepting who we… were. Possibly, in your case. That way we still have the chance to move on.”

It’s a sweet sentiment, but Nadya can’t help the way her nose scrunches up slightly.

“I don’t think that applies to this case, Cade.”

“Fair enough. Can’t say I didn’t try.” And that makes the pair of them laugh, no matter how weakly. Something neither of them knew they needed, nor how badly they needed it.

It doesn’t last long… but it doesn’t need to.

“You’ll figure it out when the time comes Nadya. You usually do.”

Usually.

In wordless agreement she and Cadence don their pretend masques with mutual reluctance. At least he doesn’t have to breathe in his. But it’s easier this time to see what his face really says beneath that neutral doll-like expression.

She smiles at him in return. Like many things these days they can’t quite see it, but the feeling is there.

When they get close enough that Nadya’s ears no longer strain to catch the occasional tittering laughter or melodramatic voice, Cadence diverts them yet again. This time for a staircase he just so happens to catch sight of out of the corner of his eye.

He keeps her close; closer than before. Practically hovering over her like a shadow less than a step behind her the whole way up. She pauses when he pauses, she waits when he waits, and trusts him enough to know her faith isn’t misplaced but some explanation would be swell any time he’s feeling his usual chatty self.

Crouched close to the ground (which is a feat for him, for her not so much) Cadence crooks a finger at Nadya to join him in inching steps along the carpet towards the railing overlooking the main foyer below.

Nadya is, understandably, hesitant. “What if someone sees us?” What if someone smells me, hears me, all-of-the-aboves me?

“Same principle as before.”

“Keep close and your blood will cover me up?”

He nods. Not like she really has any other choice. Well, that and the more snatches of conversation she plucks from thin air the more curious she is.

And when has her curiosity ever not won out?

Cadence’s cloak comes heavy around her other shoulder and all but smothers her. She grabs the edge and pulls it tight while making sure not to jostle it from his shoulders. For some reason she can’t shake the feeling like she’s hiding behind a curtain with her feet sticking out underneath.

But they’re here, so they might as well take advantage of it. So Nadya joins him in peering through the stone balusters to the hustle and bustle happening below.

The foyer had been beautiful already during her visit with Serafine and Jax the other night — Nadya would even go so far as to assume it was nearly completed. That assumption would have been vastly incorrect.

It’s not her contacts; she’s not seeing double. Every bauble and ribbon and glittering glassy gem brought along the entire family. There’s practically no surface without something shiny added in some form or another, and in many cases that shiny thing has a shiny thing has a shiny thing of its own on top.

On their own the decorations probably look gaudy and too-much. But when you fill the room with graceful vampires all dolled up in unique fashions and splendors everything else is lost in the background. Tasteful would probably have ended up the equivalent of a fifty-buck Party Town Supply budget. So at least the Count knows his audience.

She should be looking for their friends… and she is. But Nadya tells herself it’s being a good and thorough secret agent to observe all the other guests along the way. Two birds and all that. But it’s not easy to just sweep her eyes over the assembled masses in search of a few key faces. Not when each masque is a face all its own.

You’d think there are only so many combinations of colors, designs, and styles to make before they start getting repetitive. But that couldn’t be farther from the case. She gets it now, seeing everything and everyone from way up high and afar like this. The importance of not just the masque itself, but having the right kind of masque above everything else.

Masquerade balls are about hiding and blending in; being just another face in the crowd.

Les Visages de la Gloire is the exact opposite. And even that feels like the most watered-down way to put it she can think of.

A gentle weight falls on Nadya’s back and she shudders a gasp. When had she stopped breathing? Not for fear of being caught, but at the beauty of it all that could only be described as—literally—breathtaking.

Faceless in their full face-coverings and headdresses each more ostentatious than the last; not important enough to show who they are but still in competition with each other — still with deeds to announce and reputations to uphold. Half-masks covering the left side, the right side, the top of one and the bottom of another and all of them made uniquely for a single soul and nobody else.

Some vampires have masques that match their costumes. Others clash in a way that can’t be anything other than on purpose. Even from a distance Nadya can see the difference between carefully crafted metalwork and porcelain painted with glossy lacquer; can compare wood carvings with rich varnish and contrast that with the vast rainbow of matte colors on terracotta. Most are adorned with embellishments and jewels heavy enough to make her neck hurt just by looking at them.

Nearly all take full advantage of the fact their wearers won’t end up suffocating on the other side.

And I’m supposed to show them all up without so much as a sheer ribbon over my eyes? Yeah, Nadya’s confidence takes a knife to the gut just thinking about it.

“Over there.”

Not like Cadence’s finger isn’t pointing down to a massive crowd or anything, but that’s exactly the point — forgive the pun.

Though they can’t quite see double doors leading inside the castle from the exterior from their hiding spot, the sudden hush that falls over the idle crowd offers up an equally dramatic entrance.

It’s the kind of arrival that would be filmed in slow-motion. The kind that pans up from the purposeful echo of each expensive step; dragging over the exquisite details of their costumes in one long smooth glide all the way to the big reveal. And what a reveal it is.

Kamilah’s spindly masque may be made of steel but it curls over her sharp features with all the grace of a silken thread. It’s a face covering by only the thinnest margin of definition, with too many gaps in the framework to even pretend to conceal her identity. But after taking in the rest of the crowd… it’s obvious she’s the kind of face — the kind of presence — that simply can’t go unrecognized.

Everything about Kamilah, from her posture to her raised chin to her not-at-all-faked aura of superiority, demands recognition.

On the surface she’s the woman that Nadya knows; that she trusts and cares about so so much. But look beneath, something all too easy to do — like sweeping aside a mist, it’s impossible to miss how she’s so much more.

The Bloodqueen has arrived. And the entire foyer is speechless before her.

Without even moving a muscle the closest groups stagger back several more steps. Dozens of them nearly tripping over themselves and each other in their haste.

It’s no surprise that the space is quickly taken up by the two figures flanking Kamilah’s sides.

Serafine’s masque isn’t so much a mask as it is a scrap of lace just wide enough to earn the collective approval. As if anyone here doesn’t already know who she is regardless. But that’s how she can pull the look off if Nadya is remembering her explanation right.

No one would dare partake in Les Visages without knowing—without introduction—the woman who started it all.

Some final vestiges of their psychic connection tugs Nadya towards her; not physically so much as emotionally. Even without seeing Serafine’s features up close there’s a bittersweet ache in her chest that’s definitely not Nadya’s own.

The vampiress can offer up all the scarlet-lipped smiles she wishes. They are all hollow and fake. The simple act of being here causes Serafine nothing but distress.

And then there was Adrian.

Who, in comparison to Kamilah and Serafine, makes the women nearest him seem positively giddy and gleeful to be here tonight.

He wears his tailored costume perfectly; that wasn’t in doubt. It’s the masque that leaves him stony-faced. Gold rich and dark that catches every little flame on the chandelier over his head that covers his eyes but can’t hide the tension wracking his jaw.

He and Kamilah both wear near-identical rich crimson garnets inlaid just beneath their masque’s right eye. Shared stones for a shared Maker. But along his edges are thin metal spires, short but wicked sharp, that vary from the same gold, to steel, to a coppery hue.

A second glance confirms Nadya’s suspicions; Adrian isn’t the only one with those kinds of embellishments along the edges of their masques. Scouring a few of them from the crowd, the way they carry themselves and mirror Adrian’s ramrod-straight posture answers a question she didn’t know she needed to ask.

If the garnet labels him and Kamilah both as Turned by Gaius, then the spikes are the mark of the soldier. Any soldier; but one worth recognition for their service.

Which is everything Adrian doesn’t want. Everything he had worried over, and was working now towards overcoming in the wake of his past.

Nadya ducks her head hastily to catch her tear before it falls. Thankfully she’s quick enough. If only she could wipe away the reason for it just as easily.

Pull yourself together, girl, she scolds, and it’s just enough to do the trick and pull Nadya’s focus back to everything around them. All the stillness and nothingness and the way a room full of the undead hold their collective unnecessary breath waiting for what will happen next.

Which is exactly the kind of attention-grabbing showstopper the three of them are supposed to be. All eyes turned on the prestigious trio they are together, and away from Nadya and Cadence one floor above.

All focus on who they are, why they’ve come, what they will do; and away from the practically invisible dynamic duo that slips through the crowd towards the closed ballroom doors.

Behind her, Cadence lets out an impressed little “hah” when he finally manages to pick Lily and Jax out of the crowd. “I completely missed them. Did you see them sneak in?”

“No,” answers Nadya, but that’s actually a good thing. That was the whole point.

Without a word Kamilah takes one step forward. Her aura of command acts like an invisible shield that parts the rest; holding them at a respectable distance.

But the sudden shifting of the mass of faces and their masques gets dangerous when it turns right in their direction. If even one wandering eye looks up, they’re done for!

Without a word the vampire pulls Nadya backwards, letting the force of his bulk pull them out of eyesight in the nick of time. That was a little close, huh.

Nadya doesn’t get the chance to thank him though.

The moment she opens her mouth a loud echoing clang rings out below them, followed by the distinct shuffle of something heavy being dragged achingly close to the foyer’s marble floors.

Neither of them needs to risk sneaking a look.

Right on time. The ballroom doors have finally opened, allowing the first wave of prestige to spill forth out to the grand dance floor.

And though the shuffling of boots and sharp tapping of heels fills the vacuum of stunned silence as the attendees start to move, it’s not nearly enough noise to drown out the sudden and familiar exuberant laughter of delight that echoes across every polished surface below. The kind of laughter designed to be projected across adoring crowds; and carefully rehearsed to always seem full of intriguing promise.

What Nadya wouldn’t give to borrow a little of Vlad Tepes’ seemingly endless confidence for her own performance… looming ever-closer and starting to pick up real steam.

“Remember my lovelies! Faceless and no-names, see yourselves inside. New blood and the lucky virginal attendees right beside them!”

Her full-body shiver of discomfort is more than warranted. But Nadya only wishes she could be surprised at his… unsettling word choice.

“I’m suddenly very glad to be up here.”

She snorts at the wide-eyed stare looking out from Cadence’s mask. “You and me both.”

“Yes yes darling, oh you look a treat. And you there — you must tell me the story behind that engraving later, you simply must.” It’s really to their luck and benefit that the Count likes hearing himself talk so much. They can stay far away from the railing and still keep tabs on what gauge of prestige is next to be welcomed into the bal masqué proper.

They just have to wait until everyone—Vlad included—is inside. Everyone but the most prestigious of the lot of them. And when all eyes are (once again) on the Bloodqueen herself… they’ll have no choice but to witness Nadya’s arrival.

Having Kamilah by her side might just give her the kick in the metaphorical pants to do this thing. Not the literal though. There’s no way this practically bleach-white linen getup will survive a boot print, and especially not to the rear end.

Down below there’s a momentary lull; all but shattered by Vlad’s returning laughter now pitched higher than before.

“Why there you are, Serafine! Here I worried I had somehow lost track of your arrival in the excitement.”

His words are followed by two unmistakably wet noises; which Nadya prays are just over-dramatic kisses to her cheeks.

“Surely you jest,” she teases good-naturedly; said with all the humor of someone whose smile can’t possibly reach her eyes, “I see before me you follow the old traditions quite well. Showing the prestigious their due, their arrival witnessed by all who look to them in admiration.”

“Well of course! It makes for the grandest of entrances.”

“Ah, yes,” the elder vampiress croons, “and as the illustrious host yours would be the last, non?”

“Don’t worry darling — I would never claim credit for your centuries of contribution to our dwindling community.”

“Meaning?”

Somehow Nadya just knows Vlad throws his hair back unnecessarily as he laughs again.

“You can enter just before me, of course.”

“Then when, may I ask, might you suggest my blood-kin Adrian and I make our entrance known, old friend?”

Unlike Serafine, who at least pretends to smile while enduring the torture of his conversation, Kamilah’s question is cold and clipped. It rings with all the disinterest of the Kamilah that Nadya had met so long ago — and she’d place good money on the single raised eyebrow hiked high enough to be seen over her masque, too.

But if anyone could render Vlad speechless…

Nadya struggles to hear something, anything, until she catches the faint rustle of stiff and expensive fabric moving with haste. Vlad’s gesture of greeting, no doubt.

Just like she has no doubt that Kamilah and Adrian don’t humor him as long as Serafine has. It certainly explains the flustered, hasty way his next words tumble from his tongue with practically no filter.

“All the best surprises are the ones that sweep one off his feet. My humble gathering of our kind—nay, our family—from the nearest branch to the farthest root is made absolutely resplendent by the honor of your presence!

“Your Majesty, mon cherie —” —a beat, his attention likely shifting to Adrian— “— and Sergeant Adrian Raines, just when I had resigned myself to an evening of only the old and antiquated in renown. Here you stand before me, as handsome as the day we first met.”

Nadya quickly schools her bewildered expression — too long and it might get stuck that way. But that is flirtation if she’s ever heard it. Not good flirtation, but nevertheless.

“Vlad, as… lively… as ever.” Adrian just barely recovers, but now she’s dying to know what he had almost said instead. “Hard to believe it’s been nearly seventy-five years since last we met. Time… flies so quickly.”

“Oh pish posh,” replies the Count, “you wouldn’t know it but for the calendars. My memory of those chiseled features of yours obviously needed a refresh.”

He’s barely finished speaking when he gasps, clapping his hands together delightedly. “Speaking of memory! You’ll have to forgive my fright. As you all know surely, my recollection skills are of world-renown. Yet the sight of you all almost thrust me spiraling into self-doubt.

“And not without good reason! As I could have sworn you — the both of you, that is to say — had… cast aside your former titles.”

It’s just like before. Everything that pops into his head said without a filter all the way up until what he’s saying isn’t as vapid as it was at the start.

It must be so easy to write Vlad Tepes off at first glance. Just look at the public opinion of the guy. Nadya had, she’s humble enough to admit it. But the hard truth is that he is Vlad Tepes; he is Count Dracula.

But whether he’s all the things the myths and legends claim or not it can’t go ignored that he knows what he’s doing (even if it doesn’t seem like it). He knows how to play a crowd, how to stroke an ego. He’s a master of misdirection.

Has nobody pitched a Vegas residency to this guy yet? Seriously?

But if he thinks he’s going to out-wit someone like Kamilah he must have those leather pants on just a little too tight.

She doesn’t address his comment. Brushing it aside proves a much more important point.

“Shall Adrian and I wait patiently here while you and Serafine follow through, then?”

Vlad must be used to playing the ‘host with the most’ card, because he hesitates. But Kamilah wasn’t asking — she was just being polite.

“Yes,” he finally agrees, though surprisingly less strained than Nadya would have expected. “I would not dare nor dream of presuming your prestige. Nor would I separate the grand entrance of the progeny of our King.

“The three of you will have a most celebratory announcement, I give you my word.”

Did she hear that right?

Serafine offers a gentle tittering laugh. “I see no reason why you and I should not enter together, ma puce.”

“We shall.”

Vlad’s words die to the sound of heavy heels across the foyer floor. Too many steps to be one of her friends; but certainly more than enough for them to bring a person across the length of the room to where they are gathered.

Of course something is going wrong. They should have anticipated something going wrong. They had, her brain reminds her, and probably thinks its being helpful by doing so.

She dares to inch just close enough to catch a glimpse down below and spoiler alert — it isn’t helpful at all.

With his head held high, Marc Antony makes a bold statement in taking Kamilah’s hand without it being offered. Then he goes a step further with a half-bow and a kiss pressed to the back — or the ghost of one. He barely manages it before she yanks it from his grasp — in surprise, in anger, that’s not the part that matters.

With everyone fixated on the two oldest vampires in the room, Adrian dares to steal a glance of warning up to the railing. Wide-eyed and with pursed lips, the message when he gives the tiniest shake of his head is clear.

Nadya retreats, practically crab-walking backwards.

Cadence tries to help her sudden shaking panic with an arm over her shoulders. It’s the thought that counts.

“What,” he asks worriedly, “who is it?”

“Antony,” Nadya exhales, and the man goes rigid beside her. “It’s Marc Antony.”

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