#the amount that i am feral for this blue-haired bitch is stupid

[vaughnwrites]

Waking Early

adaman x reader

( it's been exactly one day and i'm back again. my niche is usually to write as much angst as i possibly can, but this time i tried to do as much fluff as i could. i had to take a couple breaks and write a whole semi-angst angst thing in between, but i made it through and i really like it! i'm just easily embarrassed by soft things i guess. anyway have a lovesick adaman and reader. )

reader is gender-neutral. they/them pronouns will be used if any pronouns at all.

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When your eyes slammed open, all images of the terrors in your mind faded away.

You hated having nightmares. They weren’t overly often, but it seemed to happen more often than the others around you. Maybe it was the stress you were put under or the fact you constantly faced fierce Pokemon that wanted you dead. Most times you could remember at least parts of your nightmare, but this time, everything faded away as soon as you opened your eyes.

At least this time it wasn’t a frightful awakening — you didn’t wake up gasping or shooting straight up in bed. This time you just opened your eyes, if not a little quicker and more forceful than most other days.

A soft noise to your right caught your attention, and you turned your head. There was Adaman, laying on his side, all his hair pulled back into a ponytail rather than just the top. His eyes were gently closed and his mouth slightly open, one arm underneath the pillow while the other rest on your shoulder. He was snoring ever so softly, almost more deep breathing with a soft hitch once in a while than actual snoring. He seemed so peaceful, and you couldn’t help but stare.

How could you manage to be so lucky?

It wasn’t all gold and roses when you first started out. It was a lot of awkwardness, clumsy kisses and stupid giggles as either of you tried to flirt without getting flustered or embarrassed. You both tripped over yourselves as well as each other quite often toward the beginning, but once you found your groove, it’s been fun since. You couldn’t imagine being happier with anyone else.

Looking out the side of the house, it seemed that the sun would start coming up soon. The sky had that simple glow to it, the glow it got just before it would be kissed by the sun’s light. The same simple glow that Adaman got whenever you took his hand when walking with him, or whenever you kissed him. It seemed his love language was touch, and you were more than happy to give it to him.

You rolled onto your side slowly to not disturb him and reached to untie his hair. Slowly, gently, it all came free from its tied prison, flowing freely around his back in a multicoloured mess. You brushed some out of his face as it fell, being sure to tuck it behind his ear before leaning forward and pressing light kisses to his forehead.

Maybe the nightmare did you a favour after all.

You finally got to see your significant other twitch his nose and inhale upon waking up. With all the energy and constant need to go everywhere, especially since he always woke up much before you, you always assumed he woke up wide awake and just got out of bed. Clearly, you were mistaken. He blinked a few times, bleary-eyed and confused. A noise came from his throat that you can only assume would be the sound a question mark would make, and you kissed down his nose. “Good morning, sunshine,” you spoke faintly, not wanting to confuse the poor man any more than he already was, before pressing a kiss to his lips.

He easily kissed back, if a bit late (something you never thought you’d say about him) as his brain tried to catch up to his consciousness. “Mornin’,” he slurred as he closed his eyes once again. And you began the countdown.

Three… two… one…

His eyes popped open.

“Wait… what are you doing awake?”

You laughed and kept peppering kisses around his face. “A nightmare woke me up,” you spoke in between kisses, “and I didn’t feel like going back to sleep. So I woke you up instead.” You finished the kisses with another peck to his lips, pressing your forehead to his. “I’ve never seen you wake up before.”

His eyes shine brightly, and you can see he wakes up far quicker than you normally do. So you weren’t entirely wrong that he does get out of bed fairly quickly, but not immediately. It does take some time for his brain to catch up. You love him with all of your heart and soul, but you definitely knew it took time for his brain to catch up regardless of the situation. Mornings were no different.

He rolled onto his back and pulled you toward his chest, your legs twisting together to get as close to each other as possible. Adaman’s smile could light up a room entirely on its own, you think, because you’ve never seen anything that could lift your spirits and brighten your day as much as his loving smile could. He looked at you like you’re his entire life — and you can only imagine you look at him the same way.

“Well, now you have,” he murmured against your lips before kissing you properly. “Are you alright though? You seem to be in good spirits for having had a nightmare.”

You shrugged. “I can’t remember anything about it. I know I felt scared, but I don’t remember anything else. And honestly, I’m okay with that.” You threaded your fingers through his hair carefully, making sure not to accidentally pull on a knot. “Plus, I got to wake up with you. I’m happier than ever.”

Adaman looked out through the window and saw that the sun was just now starting to glow in the sky, and he turned back to you. “We’ve got some time to lay here a while, right?”

A laugh couldn’t help but escape your throat at the question. “I’m not sure, Mister Time’s-a Wastin’. What do you think?”

He nuzzled into your neck. At first, neither of you say anything. You continued to card your fingers through his hair and play with some of the stray strands as he pressed kisses to your neck and shoulder. It was rare you guys got this type of time together, with how busy you two were, so these types of quiet moments didn’t happen as often as either of you would like. This might convince you to go to sleep a little earlier to start waking up alongside him.

Finally, after a few minutes, a hum escaped his throat. “No time with you is time wasted. So let’s lay here a bit longer. Until the sun comes up fully.”

You agreed wholeheartedly. “I love you.”

He smiled brightly, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you, too.”

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

comfy, for your consideration: geraskier tarzan au

oooooooo yessssss 

this is perfect braincell fuel tonight nonie. thank you 🙏

do i think the content of Tarzan is kosher? no. am i gonna miss an opportunity to put my hoey boys in that situation and let my brain run with it? also no. things don't have to be unproblematic to be enjoyed, moving on.

I want Jaskier as Tarzan 👀👀👀 - not what you were expecting, I know, but hear me out.

Jaskier swinging through the trees, lithe and strong and curious, finds Geralt, part time intellectual and big time dubmass, backed into a corner with just his bitch ass notepad and a penknife against a leopard. 

He swoops him off his feet and Geralt blue screens bc ‘holy shit I haven’t been picked up by anyone since God-knows-when and he saved me from the big scary cats I was trying to draw I think imma die’

Geralt is fascinated by the human who doesn't act human -think about it. Geralt is such a fuckin nerd! He would be a perfect Jane! Pretty, optimistic (just work with me here), stubborn, very excited about the possibility of sentient creatures, father figure is also a giant nerd, and repressed as hell

come on, victorian women have nothing on Geralt of Rivia when it comes to pretending not to have feelings/be human

Jaskier as Tarzan!?!?!?!?!? Slim-strong, big curious eyes, no personal space, ridiculous amounts of empathy, did I say curious(?), ridiculously emotionally available, and teaches the other main character how to chill tf out and smell the fucking roses.

That and, to be completely honest, I just really wanna put Joey in a loincloth and set him loose in the jungle. I think it would be great fun and his shoulders are very pretty. 

This also gives us room for the ever beloved Delicate Sensibilities Geralt.

“Oh no! I ripped my shirt! Jaskier will see my rippling muscles and light dusting of chest hair! Whatever shall I do!?”

see also

“No, Lambert you don't understand. He gently held my face between his palms and brushed his thumbs against my cheekbones. Then he stared into my eyes like they held the world. My fiance barely acknowledges my existence! Do you- fuck no I’m not doing that to you it was romantic as hell!”

Jaskier is also feral as fuck when it comes to protecting people he cares about. Like. he may be a dufis in the show, but he has the heart okay? He would absolutely go against fuckin whats-his-nuts-big-gorilla and save his stupid scientist boyfriend.

Holy shit Stregodouche as Clayton.

Geralt wouldn’t even do the final scene with the whole getting on the ship either. He’d sit his ass down with his sketchpad and books in the sand and refuse to move. 

His expedition party would leave and he’d just waltz into the woods to his lover’s arm and they’d bring all his books up to the treehouse and be cute and dumb and pretty together for the rest of their lives. bc fuck the ending of that movie

What I’m really saying is: I want a George of the Jungles style movie with the whole female gaze thing but i want it gay, and i want to get rid of all the toxic shit. 

[amatchforyourmadness]

as stars that wait to fall (in love)

Chapter: 1/?

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia × star!Jaskier | Dandelion

Words:2268

Summary:

“Here’s what Geralt was looking for: a space rock for one of Yennefer’s potions. Here’s what he finds: the girl Destiny-bound to him and a man dressed in flashy clothing that throws a handful of mud at his face.”

In which Yennefer asks for a favor that leads to Geralt getting stuck with a feral star, which just happens to be adored by a little girl in a blue cape and hunted for the youth-granting delicacy that is his heart.

Stardust AU

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It is all Yennefer’s fault, really, as usual.

He had been listening, but not quite. It was a habit, really, because Yennefer could either talk at length about matters of most value and importance, worthy of the most deep and thoughtful inquiries, or complain about a person of a place that was either a bitch or an asshole and several offenses she had endured bravely and his mind would wonder to when was the last time he had given Roach an apple, because she was starting to act out on him. By the end of her lengthy talk, he had been nodding thoughtfully while thinking how likely was he to find apples on the kitchen of the — What had it been this time? An Earl? — whoever’s castle Yennefer now had influenced into her hold in his way out in the morning.

“So you’ll do it then?” She had asked, eagerly, and smiling bright and just this side of looking like she was about to drag him into shit.

He had blinked confusedly.

“Hm?”

“The star.” The mage says, smile dying immediately as she figures out he had not paid attention to most if not all of what she had said. He almost feels guilty, but she still looks like she’s about to drag him into shitl. “The one that fell. You’ll find it for me?”

“Hm…”

He tries to wither out of it, he really does. He asks her to consider one might have taken it, or animals might have brushed it away or simple things like rain and wind could have easily moved it and he had a child surprise to look for, by her own threat no least, whose life was very much endangered in the current context they find themselves in, two months from the fall of Cintra, and it’s stupid to think that a bit of stardust might be so powerful and dangerous that it needs to be stolen away before the Empire gets their hands on it, but Yennefer had given him no room to ask and no room to talk back, pressing the matter as of utmost urgency.

As always, no one has ever won a battle against Yennefer, not of wits and not of any other kind.

“Just go out there and get me the star or I’ll hire someone else that will!”

And that had been it.

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Now it has been at least a week if not two since the star fell, and Geralt is not sure if he has any luck on finding a rock in the ground so long after it fell. He follows the directions in which Yennefer says the star might have fallen, and does so with no small amount of complaining to Roach. He certainly is not interested in space rock and the matter of urgency has rather led him away from the Path, from good coin and beast-slaying.

He finds a small village at the edge of Brugge creatively entitled Wall in honour of its one grandiose feature, and they say that not far from there, where the remains of their country meet Sodden and Temeria, there had been a great impact, so strong it had shook the small stone wall at the edge of the village and loosened a few of the stones from their places, and that the impact had been followed by a brilliant ball of fire that had been the end of a good deal of the forest there, trees reduced to smoking rests of logs.

That has him about ready to go, but then there’s the talk of silly horror stories told amongst the children — the unruly boys that had ran to quell their curiosity instead of listening to their parent’s warnings — about a monster inside a crater in the ground, that had shone at night as if he was made of light and groaned in pain, grunting ‘help me, help me’ until he lured a girl, equally as strange and disobedient for being out at the woods at that hour, until she slid into the crater, the glow had died down and she had not climbed out again.

Unruly boys were also cowardly boys, by nature, no matter how curious. They ran back home instead of being made the next snack.

Geralt lifts himself onto Roach’s saddle and rides to where the smell of burned wood still lingers.

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As soon as he steps past the burned trees, Roach’s reigns in his hands and the mare close to his side, he can’t say he’s not impressed by the destruction. He walks around the crater, taking in the damage a bit of space rock can do. The earth nearer to the edge of the crater is still burned, and he looks for a way down as much as he looks for a hint of the stone inside it.

He stops, glancing to the trees and Roach’s ears twitch the same direction. He looks at her as if to ask for her opinion before following the sound of shuffling feet back into the woods, atent to the smallest sounds. He can hear whispering, an urgent discussion being spoken in half-voices, and he takes large steps towards them until he finally finds the origin of it.

He frowns at the girl, small and pale, with green eyes and ashen blond hair, wrapped around a deep blue cape staring at him, weaponless buy somehow still fierce. Geralt opens his mouth, ready to question who the fuck was her, and it’s in barely a second he regrets it, when he is hit with a clump of burned earth and tiny rocks on the face and some of the vile mixture hits him square in the face.

“Go, Fiona, run!” Hisses the voice of what no doubt is a man that probably had been hidden behind her.

“I’m not leaving you here with him!“

“I won’t hurt either of you.” Geralt says, raising his hand in front of him, trying to placate the wrath of whatever gremlin was sharing the woods with the blonde kid who had very much not been eaten by any sort of monster. 

“Don’t touch her!” The man hisses when he stumbles ever so closely to their chatter and before he knows it, someone is biting his arm.

“Fuck!” He curses, stepping back to get his arm free and hitting his back against Roach in the process, only to be hit by get another clod thrown at him and his mare. “Hey, don’t throw mud at my horse!”

“Just go away and leave us alone!”

“I’m looking for a star! Tell me where to find it and I’ll leave you alone, it must have fallen somewhere around here—” He blinks away the mud, wiping the remains of dirt to his eyes before he finally gets a good look at his attacker, sprawled on the ground with his left leg in a weird angle, heaving profusely. “Why are you sitting there like that?“

“He broke his leg.” The girl informs, trying to pull the man upright again. Maybe he’s her uncle, or her cousin. Maybe they’ve been attacked. That would explain the hostility.

“I am looking for a star.” He states again. “It fell around here.”

“Yes, and I broke my leg, you idiot.” Curses the man once more, and the little girl can’t help but give him a look that’s half annoyed and half wondering what of the situation he’s not getting. Geralt must say, he does not get most of it, and frowns. He can see his leg is broken, and he might be inclined to help if it doesn’t earn him another handful of earth to be thrown at him, but he doesn’t see what that has to do with the star. “I broke my leg when I fell. There, is that clear enough for you?”

It takes him yet a moment, before the pieces adjust themselves into his mind and he raises his brows.

“You’re the star?”

“And you’re a clodpoll.” That’s not an answer, but Geralt supposed that he did spell it out to what the star considers his own limit, and now there’s nothing to give voice to but enraged curses. “And a horse’s ass, a ninny, a numbskull, a lackwit and a coxcomb and a— what the fuck are you trying me for, you bastard?!” He says, laying a good kick to Geralt’s gut with his good leg as Geralt pulls his arm and binds his wrist with the light silver links Yennefer had provided him, backing away before he could get his shoulder bitten too — the man was like a wild animal. “What’s this?” The man says, shaking his wrist to take in the glittering silver chain at the same time his charge asks:

“What do you think you are doing?” The girl has been sparked into action once more by righteous fury, pushing Geralt away (and he lets her, even though she can’t do more than tickle him), but that doesn’t make him any more inclined to let go to the band of enchanted chain. She takes in the sight of his bound wrists and tries to tug it off.

“Taking him south with me. I made a promise I’m already starting to regret to a sorceress that would have my head if I don’t return with the star.” He says, first to the girl as matter of fact as usual before he turns his focus somewhat embarrassedly about the whole situation, before offering. “Nothing personal, I was looking for a diamond or a rock. I certainly wasn’t expecting a man.”

“And, having found a man, you have to drag him into your foolishness? And for what?” Geralt doesn’t answer as he ties the other end of the silver chain to his wrist, and it magically binds around it, securing that ten star won’t drag far from him. “Oh, I see.” The other says, narrowing his eyes at the magical spun link that now ties them both together, before he’s sneering. “Should have figured! A star’s heart, I bet your mage friend will enjoy it, maybe you will take a bite of it too, huh? Well, I hope you choke on it!”

“Your heart?” The blonde girl asks, panicked and confused, shooting worried looks to him and accusing ones to Geralt. He much thinks he misses the time things made chance. “No, he can’t! Please, sir, you can’t!”

What the hell does his heart even have to do with anything, a lost Geralt wonders. Yennefer better pay him for this. Pale hands hold onto the girl’s shoulders comfortingly and pull her against his side, but even curled against the man-star, her worry doesn’t seem to waver, nor does the anger to the blue eyes of the one holding her.

“Listen, I want you to know, that whoever you are, and whatever you intend with me, I won’t give you no aid of any kind, nor assist you, and I will do 

whatever is in my power to frustrate your plans, and your mage’s by the matter!”

There’s a heavy silence then, and the whole atmosphere is rather tense.

“Can you walk?”

“No. My leg is broken.” He enunciates it slowly, jingling the chain pointedly by the side of the clearly broken leg. “Are you deaf, as well as stupid?”

Geralt closes his eyes and takes a deep intake of air, as if that could give him any more patience than the little he already doesn’t have. Roach whinnies by his side, shaking her head, and he cracks golden eyes open only to glare at the mare. At least one of them is having fun. Or maybe it’s just her being happy that she will not be ridden back to Wall to try and find an in that will take the three of them. Either way he shoves her head away gently, and reaches for his bedroll.

“Do your kind sleep?” 

The star sputters in offense, throwing his head to the side to glance at the blonde girl sat by him, frown still in place even if she smiles ever so slightly as he shakes his head to her and mutters something about a dickehead and being able to believe, before turning to him with an offended glare.

“Of course, but not at night.” He finally manages, and it’s the same time of ‘are you dumb?’ he and the child have been using so far and Geralt’s good will is wearing thinner than it already is. He raises a pale hand to gesture to the night sky above, to prove a point. “At night, we shine.”

“Well, I can’t think of anything else to do. I’ll sleep. It’s been a long week. You should try to sleep, too. We’ve got a long way to go.”

The star scoffs again and the girl seems about ready to argue, but exhaustion is etched at her face, and when he builds a small fire from the few not burnt twigs he could find, he can hear the man talk her into laying back nearest to the fire, that they’ll figure out things in the morning, settling by her side reassuringly and doing his best to keep the chain out of her worried gaze.

Through the silence of the night, he can hear the silver chain forged with Yennefer’s magic being tugged at fruitlessly as the man settles on the ground and the girl near him. It doesn’t take long for the child’s breath to fall into a quiet, gentle pattern that can only mean she’s fallen asleep, but Geralt falls asleep without hearing the star do the same.

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buy me a coffee?

[creedslove]

Lately I've been sad, so maybe reader has been down for awhile and just starts sobbing one day, followed by Victor comforting them?

Hey dear anon, I am sorry if you've been feeling like that! I've had some days like that myself and I know it sucks, so I hope you are feeling better now, if you aren't yet then I really hope this will help you out 💜💕

I dedicate this piece to all of you who aren't feeling joyful for one reason or another, may you guys be okay and have a soft!Victor to help you through it 💜💕

● When you arrived home, you could feel the stress running all over your body

● It hadn't been a good day at all. You had already been dealing with some stressful situations at work throughout the week, but your increasing headache, combined with your boss being rude to you over a situation that was not at all your fault, was the cherry on top

● However, when you thought you were done, a silly argument with your best friend made things worse, which explained perfectly your sad mood

● Returning home was a relief, but Victor was out hunting, so you took the time to have a shower and reflect on your situation

● You felt your muscles heavy and sore, and even though the shower had made you feel at least physically better, the ache in your heart was still bothering. You felt so blue and in need of affection

● Victor's delay in coming back home, only contributed to your loneliness, so you saw yourself tearing up and soon enough you were sobbing in a dark, cold and empty living room

● When your feral boyfriend entered the cabin he smelled your tears and he didn't like it all, so he rushed to you, already planning on clawing whoever had hurt his little kitten

● You saw him and immediately ran into his arms, being welcomed by his warmth and scent, feeling safe and happier

● “I missed you” you said sobbing and burying your face into his neck, being in his eye level since Victor's grip was so tight around you he lifted you up some inches

● “I missed you too, kitten” he purred back and nuzzled your face. “I took long to return because of this” he held now a bunch of wildflowers, which you hadn't noticed at first. “I picked them myself because-”

● Victor interrupted himself, feeling a bit embarrassed about saying that, for a moment he realized how stupid the murderous Victor Creed picking flowers in the nature must have been, but was distracted when he felt your soft hand against his cheek, in a gentle caress. He looked at you and grinned, your eyes looking even more beautiful because of your tears “... because what, Victor?”

● He took you to the couch without any trouble, as if you didn't weight anything at all and turned on the lights, making the environment lighter “I'll tell you why I picked them up if you tell me why you've been crying…”

● Victor wouldn't take no for an answer, so you just placed yourself into his lap and stared at his handsome face, letting him now the entire story

● Victor listened to it patiently, alternating between softly scratch your back and just remove some strands of hair from your face

● When you were done, you had tears in your eyes again, but he just cupped your face in his big hands and caressed it, letting you lean into his touch

● “You and your friend will eventually get in good terms again, and if you don't, fuck that bitch, you don't need someone to take you down like that…” he purred and nuzzled your neck

● “And about that piece of shit you call ‘a boss’ I've already told you, Y/N. You don't need to stay there, get all that amount of shit and get paid peanuts. You should quit and look for a job you really love, and if you don't want any, you know I'll take care of you…” he kissed your neck again “I'll always take care of you” Victor whispered

● “What about the flowers?” you raised your eyebrows, feeling curious but also so much better after your boyfriend’s words “I picked them up because they smell like you… Delicious” Victor closed his eyes and let you take the lead in the kiss

● After a make out session, you two decided to order some takeout, since you weren't in the mood for cooking and he made sure to order your favorite

● After that, you guys watched some movies. Victor usually prefers horror movies, but he was willing to go with a boring rom-com if that'd lift up your mood

● But he had already done that, even if he didn't realize it, he had made you better ever since he walked into your life, and that night, it wasn't different

● So you decided to watch the scariest movie you could find, that way you'd have a perfect excuse to snuggle closer to him

● That led to some steamy sex, of course, but when you guys were done, you kissed his chest and smiled “I loved the flowers, Victor”

● “Good, because I love you, frail”

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💜💕

[pinktacofury]

She’s scary... maybe scarier than Gemma....

Hey guys and Gals, I haven’t been able to get anything out lately... freaking A dude the Creativity duck didnt work out too well... Here’s a SOA imagine.

Warnings- lots of language, violence, gore, blood, fluff maybe, detailed images. DOES NOT REALLY FOLLOW THE SHOW... ONLY PARTS.

Summary- Half Sacks twin sister is on lockdown at the club when Gemma, Tara and her brother take off to do some errands, never one for patience Azalea gets antsy pacing around the place, what happens when Jax and the others come back with news? Bad news? The delicate flower withers leaving a ball of rage and unpredictability.

A/n- I only own Azalea, I own none of the people, places, things and images in this imagine.

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        Azalea was a sweet, delicate girl, much like the flower she had been named after. She like her twin Edward Epps, or Half Sack as the boys called him, was filled with a life giving light that filled the room she was in with endless joy no matter what had happened, the rest of the group needed that now as they were under lockdown in the club house. Tonight however since her brother had gone with Gemma and Tara with Abel she had been pacing non stop around the clubhouse nibbling her nails, biting her lip, running her fingers through her hair, anything to keep herself moving. Deep down inside her gut she had a feeling something was terribly wrong, her brother wouldn’t leave her this long without a phone call especially since he knew she was going to be worried about him the entire time. The door slammed open admitting the guys who looked glum, all eyes were on her as she looked over their heads hoping to see her brother following suit behind them..... he wasn’t there.

“Where’s Kippy? Where’s my brother?” She asked looking directly at Jax who she knew wouldn’t lie to her, he couldn’t look her in the eye, he couldn’t even lift his head, he looked defeated.

“Yer gonna wan’ tae be sittin’ down for this‘n lass.” Chibs murmured, his accent too thick, as he gently pressed on her shoulder leading her to sit at the bar where he knelt down infront of her taking her hands into his.

“Where is my brother?” She demanded as she tried to get back up from the seat only to have Tig move over and place his hand on her shoulder gently to hold her in place.

“He’s gon’ Lass, Yer’ brother got attacked, Cameron took Abel an’ tied up Tara in tae nursery.... He died protectin’ them....” Chibs watched as the emotion drained from Azalea’s face, she went completely blank before she reached down patting the older man on the shoulder murmuring a thank you before she walked out the club house door.... the guys didn’t know what to do until they heard the roar of Chibs’ bike coming to life and peeling out of the parking lot, Azalea had stolen his keys.

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      Jax spent every waking hour looking for Azalea after she had stolen Chibs’ bike, the older man didn’t hold it against her of course, how could he? The girl had just lost her twin, Jax was beyond worried especially when he had gone to her house and found it utterly destroyed, her guns were gone, all of her ammo as well... the girl was carrying around an arsenal and a broken heart, the guns cut out the chance of her taking a plane and a call to Clay confirmed she had an in with the Irish that could get her on a ship to Scotland before night fall, she had been around gangs all her life... she knew what she was doing but that didn’t make it any easier. By the time Jax was able to get a ride out of the country she was long gone, confirmed by the shook up Irishman left behind at the docks.

“Clay I’m on her tail, a few hours behind her. She’s gone on her own to get her revenge... She’s lost it man.” Jax murmured into the phone as he stared over the side of the ship.

“She’s lost her twin Jax, she’s not going to just lie down and take that kind of hit with ease.” Clay stated sounding like he had resigned himself to the fact that the girl was likely as good as dead.

“I’ll bring her and Abel back... Alive.” He promised before hanging up the phone and trying to call her cell again.

“City Morgue! Psych! Leave me a message!” Her voice mail chimed at him and he would have chuckled if he wasn’t so damned worried.

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        “I’m going to give you to the count of three to give me the kid or I’ll shoot you in the face, Ready?” She asked with a sadistic smile playing across her delicate shell pink lips.

“One.” She grinned a little as the man shook his head vehemently shooting her a glare as she raised the gun a little further from her side like the arm of a clock.

“Two.” She stated in a sing song tone lifting the gun once more a little higher now pointing it at his chest, the man continued to shake his head though he looked like he was ready to give up.

“Three.” She chirped lifting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger sending his brains splattering all over her and the wall behind the man, the blood dripped off of her in sticky rivers but she didn’t care. 

     Azalea had nothing left to lose, nothing left to live for and therefor one of the most dangerous creatures in the world, making her way through the gang was easy but she didn’t expect her mark to be sitting in his office.

“Well lookie here! I find the big fat rat that easy? What luck!” She laughed as she stalked into the room covered in the various blood types and grey matter from the gang members she had run into.

“And who da’ hell are’ yoo” The man asked as he rose from the desk his hand going for the gun in the back of his pants, a shot rang out seconds before his arm dropped to his side useless, blood springing to life from the material of his suit covering the ball joint of his shoulder.

“Listen here you stupid son of a bitch because there are three very important mistakes you made. First, you killed my twin. Second, you left me alive. Third and likely most important of all, you took something important from me.” He went for the gun again with his working hand only to cry out in pain as she shot through his shoulder again leaving him with two useless arms, the man screamed bloody murder but Azalea didn’t have the time for that right now.

“Yoo fyking cunt....” The man growled between clenched teeth and pained gasps for breath as she stalked closer to him, a feral look crossing her face as she pressed the gun to his stomach pulling the trigger twice, the sound vaguely muffled by the man’s flesh.

“I didn’t bring a knife Cammy dear, I really hope the gun is a good substitute... now we are going to have a nice little chat while you bleed out, it may take a bit, after all I am pretty sure I missed anything vital.” She shoved him into the chair behind the desk and perched on the edge of the dark wood, a small smile playing on her lips as she batted her long dark lashes at him.

       Azalea made her way back to the docks carrying a little black box, her heart hurt, her soul deteriorated the more she realized she was going home to nothing, her beloved brother, the last of her family was gone and she was alone... Completely and utterly alone for the first time in her life. She was met with confused looks from the crew that had brought her in as she walked onto their ship drenched in blood and in a dark mood with a black duffel bag over her shoulder shouting orders at the captain to take her home... the captain jumped a little and ordered the men to obey, she didn’t however see Jax hopping off the ship next to her and ripping off into the city as fast as his legs would carry him.

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“I couldn’t find them anywhere Clay.... Cameron is very, very dead and it looks like ninety percent of his gang too... She’s gone and so is Abel, they were both there.” Jax stated as he walked with the man into the Teller Morrow parking lot, Gemma ran out to them running her hand over her face.

“You’re going to want to see this boys.” She stated as she took their hands and lead them back towards the clubhouse, as the door opened Jax ran to the bar where a very angry Azalea.... still drenched in dried blood..... sat fiddling with an equally bloody knife, Jax had been gone for months, Clay hadn’t seen Azalea since she left to kill Cameron and it looked like Azalea hadn’t cleaned up in any of that time.

“Zal.....Zal, sweetheart look at me.” Jax murmured as he stepped closer to the tiny (Rather terrifying) woman, she didn’t look up.

“He wasn’t there Jax, Abel wasn’t there.” She let her head fall forward as she slouched on the bar stool, Jax wrapped his arm around her shoulder while the other went behind her knees lifting her to his chest.

“Let’s get you cleaned up Zal, get you clean, fed and in bed.... we can talk or whatever when you wake up.” He stated getting a blank stare as he lead her to his dorm and into the bathroom, he ran the water in the bathtub and helped her out of her clothes. This was maybe the first time in his long time knowing her that he wasn’t checking her out.

       Jax had to rerun the water several times in order for it to stay clean, the amount of blood on her body perfectly matched the amount of head shots he had seen in Cameron’s gang... she had massacred every single member in the building taking the body count to thirteen including Cameron himself, the guys were no doubt talking about her as he gently ran the rag over her skin, he lathered her hair with her favorite shampoo, rinsed then massaged her conditioner to her scalp letting it soak in as he shaved her legs for her.

“What do I do J?” She murmured as she looked up at him for the first time since he had put her in the bath water, she had been almost comatose the entire time.

“All you can do is keep going, Half Sack wouldn’t want you to give up living just because he’s gone, stay with the club, help us out and we will help you keep going. We all will.” He stated looking down into her eyes, his heart breaking at the helpless, hopeless, broken look in their ocean blue depths.

      A few weeks later Jax sat with Azalea, who had started talking again, making flower crowns like she and Half Sack had done at the bar for hours laughing and talking only she barely gave him a hint of a smile as he successfully made his first flower crown, out of fake flowers bought at walmart by Clay and the guys who had gotten a ton of every flower there. 

“Azalea, I would like you to come to Church with us in about ten minutes.” Clay stated giving her a soft smile despite his gruff tone, Azalea followed Jax who placed his flower crown on her head murmuring that she didn’t look like herself without a crown.

“Now the boys and I have been talking, we think it’s time the Sons finally had a daughter. If you accept the Patch, you’ll get your brothers Kutte and you’ll get your own, considering you are the first daughter we will skip the prospect year. What do you have to say?” Clay asked tilting his head and steepling his fingers under his chin as he looked at her.

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      It had been years since her brothers murder, she now wore her Kutte over her backless wedding dress, she wore the Teller Crow proudly across her collarbone, her sons Abel and Edward Kip Teller smiled happily up at their parents as they kissed after whispering ‘I do’ and atop her head she wore a delicate flower crown made with love by her brother’s own hands with the promise that he would hand her off at her wedding. He wasn’t there but this was almost as good, life was good.