Bisexual and Non Binary (taken, did the classic trope of falling for a gamer guy)
My main OC: Salacia
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Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader and/or Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Supernatural/The Boys Crossover! (Name) is a hunter. Rescued and raised by Bobby Singer. Currently living and hunting with Sam and Dean, harboring a secret crush on Dean for years. But living with the pining. On a hunt for a suspected djinn, (Name) gets caught and the dream world she is sent to isn’t so dreamy, and is far too real…and the Dean doppelgänger is giving her more attention than her Dean ever did.
In this chapter: Butcher and Ben are arguing about keeping (Name) around. And (Name) is avoiding the conflict while trying to figure out what she can do to survive in this world.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): maybe some foul language, but nothing really.
Word Count: 1953
A/N: Sorry this chapter too so long, I’ve been dealing with some issues in my real life, I’m a caregiver for my elderly grandmother, plus I’ve got my own medical issues. But I am determined to keep this fic going. I love the idea still.
It took several hours and some raised voices for Soldier Boy to fully get his foot put down about her sticking around. She had tried to pipe up and say that she could handle herself. But she was quickly shutdown by Ben. And she wasn’t really in any position to argue.
In a weird way he provided stability.
She had had to walk off because she didn’t want to deal with the anger anymore. She stepped out onto the back porch for a smoke. Running into one of the other members of the group, a Frenchman so cleverly called Frenchie. She didn’t say anything, just lit her cigarette.
“Too loud?” He asked her.
“That’s life, too loud, too fast…I just wanna go home…but I gotta rely on Sam and Dean figuring it out without self-destructing…” she sighed.
“They make a habit of that?” He asked her while lighting his own smoke.
(Name) barked out a laugh and nodded. That was an understatement when it came to her boys. She loved them, she did, but she wasn’t blind to their shortcomings or faults. She had hers as well.
A couple vices, smoking and energy drinks. She didn’t like alcohol that much. Most hunters found their way to relying on the bottle for comfort when they didn’t want to find a one night stand. Booze and and a warm body tended to be the traditional hunter’s vice.
She chose her own, not liking how drinking made her feel while drunk and the morning after. And she wasn’t eager to just jump into bed with any random man.
Despite what these people must think of her due to sharing a bedroom and bed with Ben all night.
“Can I ask…” Frenchie began.
“No, I didn’t fuck him last night,” she said with a sigh, “I slepy in the bed with him cause I refuse to sleep on the floor.”
He nodded, “Doesn’t seem like the type to just cuddle though…” he said.
“I’m not saying he didn’t try…what I’m saying is I said no…and he listened,” she said, “I don’t know all the bad he’s done…or what he is or isn’t to everyone else…but in my case he was not a rapist.”
Frenchie nodded and took a drag. He hadn’t known for sure if Soldier Boy would have forced her or not. He had to admit he was glad he hadn’t. He didn’t want that on his conscience. He wasn’t sure about the others. But in his case…no.
It was as though she could read him better than expected when she asked, “You weren’t confident he wouldn’t have, were you?” She asked.
He coughed before sighing, “Non,” he said, “None of us were…but…we weren’t in any position to argue with the bastard.”
“I’m guessing you guys need him for something,” she said.
“How can you…?” He began.
“Hunter, remember, I run off of instinct…but I’m also observant…I could tell yesterday there was some weird dynamic…you don’t like him…he doesn’t care about you…as a group…and I don’t trust any of you.” She said.
“You’re still here,” he said.
“I don’t have my computer here, and you can’t start a credit card scam from a library anymore,” she said with a soft laugh.
“You any good at that?” A voice asked from behind her, she looked and saw Hughie, also getting some air.
“Hunting doesn’t exactly pay the bills, people don’t know monsters exist…so hunting and killing them isn’t something you’re taught about on career day,” she quipped.
“How do you get into it then?” He asked.
(Name) took in a shaky breath, remembering Bobby, how he saved her. Raised her since she was fourteen. Taught her about monsters and hunting and guiding her in how to handle the world now that she knew what was really out there. He was gone now, and she was still hunting. Still the young woman he would be proud of.
“Life…life does it…” she said, “I don’t…if I’m gonna tell this it’s gonna be once…so it will be after those two finish their pissing contest…”
That made both men snicker. She shook her head and leaned back in the chair, blowing smoke into the night sky. She wondered if when she woke up tomorrow she would be back in the motel or at the bunker.
This was no normal Djinn. She knew that much. She went over every event again. There was something different going on. And it wasn’t the kind of thing Castiel or Crowley could help the boys with. This wasn’t angels punishing the intrepid trio or hunters. And it wasn’t demons out for Winchester and adjacent blood. No…this was something wholly different.
And only one other person could or would help them…based on her affection for (Name).
She laughed suddenly startling the duo who were watching her, “Those idiots are gonna have to call Rowena…god I wish I was there to watch them swallow their pride…” she murmured and took another drag.
— Meanwhile With the Winchesters —
“What do you mean your morons lost her?!” Rowena shouted.
She’d arrived at the bunker to find that her favorite hunter was missing. While she had a soft spot for Sam, there was a different connection she shared with the young woman. And had sat quietly fuming as the Winchesters explained what had happened. Needless to say, she was livid.
“It was supposed to be a normal Djinn hunt!” Dean exclaimed.
“Why would you two bring her on a bloody Djinn hunt?!” She demanded.
“You know her, Rowena,” Sam said, “She’s determined to take out one of them for herself one day.”
The redheaded witch sighed and conceded that she did know as much. (Name) was as stubborn and determined as they came. But she had a good and accepting heart deep down. And Rowena liked that about her. How she knew exactly who she was and didn’t apologize for it. But still wanted to help people more than just mindlessly kill monsters.
Although, where Djinn were concerned…was a different story. Her whole life as a hunter began as a near victim of one of those creatures. And it was like her deepest desire to prove that she could overcome them.
It wasn’t noble. But it was real.
And Rowena understood that.
“Alright, so explain this hunt and what happened again, and then show me what you found,” she said, “I need step by step to decide if you’re on the right track, what was so unusual about this Djinn?”
Sam sighed but began to go over it again. Maybe this time they would come up with something they didn’t think mattered the first time.
Anything to save (Name) from wherever she was.
—Back With The Boys—
“Who’s Rowena?” Someone asked and (Name) jumped, startled at her thoughts being interuoted.
But not by Frencie, whom she’d expected, but by Butcher, him and Ben having seemingly hashed everything out. She looked up and him and answered simply.
“A friend,” she said.
“And why would your boys have to call her to save you?” He asked.
“Probably because she’s a like four hundred year old, Scottish witch,” (Name) said like that wasn’t one of the craziest things in the world to say, “Still looks fine as hell, hasn’t aged a day since she turned, like, thirty five…forty at the oldest.”
“What?” He asked, shocked, but was it for clarity or just disbelief, she didn’t know.
“Yeah, immortality is a funny thing when you look it in its, admittedly, gorgeous face,” she laughed.
“You don’t even describe the hunter you’re obviously in love with that way,” Soldier Boy chuckled.
“Because he looks just like you…I don’t feed egos for no benefit,” she said and took a final drag of her smoke before putting it out.
“I could offer you a few benefits,” Ben said flirtatiously while Butcher groaned in frustration.
“Didn’t get enough last night?” Butcher mocked.
“Did you hear anything?” (Name) asked.
“What?” He asked.
“I asked if you heard any sex sounds from the room last night?” She asked, unashamed.
“Well, no…” Butcher admitted.
“Because we didn’t have sex…and trust me…you would have heard me…” she declared, “Now I have been listening to you two measuring dicks all day…I’m fucking hungry, and unlike you two I cannot suffice on just my own hot air.”
Ben was stunned and just laughed which seemed to scare the other men and annoy Butcher more. But even he was unnerved at how unafraid was at telling him off. Probably because she had no idea just how dangerous he was.
Or more likely, because she’d already faced the baddest of the bad with a smile.
She used to tell Bobby that when she was eventually killed tragically by some demon or monster that he could take comfort that she talked shit to the very end.
She just hoped this wasn’t the very end. So she decided that she had to pretend like she would find her way home eventually. So she didn’t go crazy or break down.
These men hadn’t earned that kind of vulnerability from her.
—
Back in the room with Ben for the night there was a noticeable tension in her shoulders. She could hardly focus on the TV he was watching. She was just sitting in the bed beside him, her knees to her chest. Claiming it was for comfort. But it was obviously for self preservation.
She could tell from how everyone was acting around him that he must have done some horrible things. Or his power intimidated them.
Or both.
But right now…she was almost relying on the strange steadiness he was for her. Perhaps it was because he had her best friend’s face. But it was so easy to get close to him and feel comforted by his presence. Even when his darker edge could be considered terrifying.
What’s the most dangerous thing you ever faced?” He asked, trying to distract her.
She jumped, too lost in her own mind to realize he had turned the TV off. She looked over at him. Those hypnotizing green eyes luring her into wanting to be honest.
But could she be truly honest about the answer to that question?
No. Not yet.
She thought for a moment. Getting close to the sneer without pulling it out entirely.
“Demons,” she said simply.
“Demons?” He asked.
“Yeah, but not like every demon…some are more like cannon fodder…easy to take out…but like the higher ranking or stronger ones…” she paused remembering Azazel who started the trauma of the Winchesters that she was roped into as well as Alastair…the demon who tortured Dean and tried to use her as bait at one point, she shuddered, “Yeah…they can be…a lot…”
Her fear of Demons was conditional, she was able to shut it off.
“I still hate Djinn’s more…” she said, “They’re my white whale so to speak…” she looked at Ben, “And my origin as a hunter really…”
Ben watched her as she spoke, how she was able to so quickly regain her composure and focus. It was something usually seen in combat veterans. Yet when he thought about it…her life as a hunter against monsters that he knew the dangers of…she had experience that could be comparable.
He didn’t speak, he let her keep talking. Taking in how she spoke and what she said. She was looking ahead as she recounted Bobby saving her. The Djinn who had kidnapped her as a young teen. And the agony of her life’s new path.
She never had a chance to be anything but a hunter.
But she had accepted that.
Made the best of it.
Just like she was doing now.
Making the best of such a strange and dangerous situation.
Summary: Her wedding is coming up and she couldn’t be happier. Her fiancé is finally meeting her aunts in person. And they are getting married on the family farm. König is the best thing that ever happened to her. Her aunts are thrilled. And her aunt Kate even has a huge surprise for her. The couple has invited everyone truly important to them. But she can’t figure out why everyone seems to be connected in ways she didn’t know.
In this chapter: Salacia has a heart to heart with her brother. As well as bonding a bit with Gaz for the dinner the night before her wedding.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): light emotional angst and and fluff
Word Count: 2033
A/N: only one more chapter after this. And I am so happy with this fic. It’s a comfort fic for me.
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Salacia had never seen Greta nervous. She had begun to doubt the Austrian woman could feel said emotion. Yet she could sense it now. She grasped her hand kindly.
“My dad isn’t a scary guy, he’s British.” She murmured making Kate snort laugh as she’d overheard,
Greta laughed, “Of course you would bring that up.” She chuckled.
“What?” Hazel asked as she was trying to contain her own giggles.
“Mama...Greta...got a little tipsy one night and said that if there was one nationality she could never be intimidated by it was British. She said every business man she met in her life from the UK took themselves too seriously when using terms that sounded so silly to her.” Salacia explained.
“You try taking a man seriously who is talking more seriously about a midday break instead of the deal they are trying to make.” She exclaimed.
“Too much idle chit chat instead of business?” Hazel asked.
“Ja.” Greta laughed.
König entered the den followed by her father, Farrah, and Alex, who had little Rami on his shoulders. Salacia couldn’t help but smile. Being a father seemed to come so easily to her brother.
Introductions were made and Greta couldn’t help but coo over Rami, like any woman would. Salacia shared a look with König, they knew she would be hoping for grandchildren of her own soon enough. She and John seemed to get along well though. Their casual conversation flowed smoothly.
Salacia was happy. This was all she had ever wanted. Her full family together. She kissed König’s cheek and grasped his hand tightly.
—
It was late, far too late for Salacia to still be awake. She was having trouble falling asleep. She slid out of bed, telling König that she was going to grab a cup of tea when he stirred just a bit. The last thing she expected was to find the kitchen light on.
Walking in, her brother was nursing a small glass of whiskey. He did his best to not openly drink around his son. Salacia smiled and considered indulging herself, but she decided against it. The kitchen was quiet as she made her tea then joined her brother at the table.
“Trouble sleeping?” He asked.
“Yeah...same for you?” She replied.
He nodded and took a sip, “I’m so happy for you...this is all amazing...it just feels...incomplete.” He admitted.
“Because mom isn’t here to see me get married like she always talked about.” Salacia said.
He nodded, wiping his eye, trying not to cry, “I’m just glad...that your dad is here...I’m...jealous.” He finally admitted, “You’re dad is here. He’s still around.”
Salacia looked into her glass. She knew that he felt lost for years after his dad died. And the fact that he never really had a father figure afterwards. He didn’t blame their mother. She had two kids to raise and a full time job. Then there was the cancer.
“You know...from what Aunt Kate tells me, he took quite the shine to you out there.” Salcia said, “Treated you like a son.”
Alex actually blushed and nodded, mumbling something about guessing so. Taking a long swig of his whiskey he looked at his younger sister and smiled kindly. He loved her. She was his best friend for a few years. And the shock of almost losing her had made him bolder in his life. It led to him secretly crediting her with his ability to actually propose to Farrah.
He chuckled to himself.
“What?” She asked.
“He talked about you, you know, Price. Never said your name, but he talked about his daughter and how if we made it out of there in one piece he would do his best to reconnect with her. He would do right by her.” Alex murmured.
Salacia didn’t know why that was such a knife to the gut...but it was. Hearing that her father had missed her just as much as she had him. That he thought about her in dire moments. Wanted to find her again. And knowing that it was the truth, because Alex wouldn’t lie to her about this.
He wouldn’t.
She knew that much.
A tear rolled down her cheek and landed in her tea.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” Alex exclaimed.
“It’s not a bad cry...it’s just...Kate really did something amazing for everyone didn’t she?” Salacia laughed.
“Yeah, I guess she did.” Alex laughed, “I like Greta by the way. Badass lady.”
“Yeah, she is.” Salacia chuckled, finally taking a sip of her tea.
—
The sun was high in the sky and Salacia was smiling. She was having lunch with Farrah, Hazel, Greta, and Rami while everyone else was off. Rami liked the grandmotherly attention that Greta was giving him.
“So, who is arriving today?” Greta asked.
“It was supposed to just be Horangi.” Salacia laughed while sipping her iced tea.
“Your friends from Mexico aren’t coming up?” Greta asked.
“Yes, but with how full the houses are becoming, they don’t want to impose by staying here, they’re flying out this evening and staying at a hotel.” Salacia laughed.
She looked out over the vast green lawn now full of tables and chairs and having the final touches of decorations added. Hazel had asked her friend in town who ran the flower shop to make her bouquet, and the boutonnières, as well as supplying the other flowers for the tables and her maid of honor, and of course the mix of petals for the flower girl who would be arriving later that evening. They were even given a discount.
The delivery for the flowers was set for late in the afternoon, Hazel had spent all morning setting up a place to store the flowers overnight in her craft shed. The wedding was definitely more DIY than expected, but Salacia was happy. It felt wonderful to have her hands in everything. Also, she knew that so many places overcharge for wedding related items, and they wanted to enjoy their honeymoon more than they wanted an extravagant ceremony.
Plus, König was an only child with only his mother left in his family, and she had gone no contact with most of her family. So there wasn’t going to be a large gathering of people in the first place. Not that either she or her fiancé wanted that. They weren’t the type to enjoy huge crowds. So their select little group to be the center of attention within...was perfect for them.
She smiled sweetly seeing König, her father, and Alex talking happily.
Her family got along.
It was a wonderful thing.
Her phone chimes letting her know that her cake was ready to be picked up. She smiled and texted Kate who was in town meeting with the caterer and grabbing groceries anyway. She also reminded her what kind of paprika she needed.
It was the night before her wedding and she was planning on making dinner. The same dinner she made the night her beloved König proposed.
—
The Rindsgulasch bubbled on the stove as Salacia was working on a cheese and onion soda bread to go with it. She had talked with Farrah before to be sure she and Rami could eat it. She was thankful there didn’t seem to be any issues.
She put the bread in the oven and smiled proudly.
She was a little sad that Phillip and Sprite could not make it, their flight being delayed and all. So it would just be this already large group.
“Are you sure you should be exhausting yourself cooking before your wedding?” A voice from behind her piped up making her jump and turn around laughing.
It was Gaz, another one of the special forces guys her father had seemed to adopt rather than fully lead. She laughed softly seeing his friendly smirk.
“Maybe, but this meal is special, just like the night is. Besides, I’m not going to be seeing König after dinner, at least until the altar.” She said with a smile, “I made almost this exact same meal the night he proposed...he had a plan, some wonderful idea to propose...and I would have loved it...but he came in after a mission that went almost three weeks longer than expected...saw me making his favorite meal…” She smiled looking out the window at König playing happily with her nephew; he was better with kids than he realized, “He told me later it was how I fit into every part of his life just perfectly...he couldn’t help it...it just slipped out. I couldn’t have asked for a better proposal.”
Gaz smiled, she looked so happy. He could see both Price and Kate in her at this moment. Even though she wasn’t blood related to Kate, he could see how she had been there and helped form her into this lovely young woman.
“I’m sorry, about giving you the runaround, we all are. With our lives and our careers...yeah, it’s shitty...but that’s why.” He said.
She smiled, they had all apologized once before, but they seemed to be working to make sure she knew.
“I forgive you, Gaz. And...thank you, for having his back out there...Kate told me you’ve saved his ass before. I still have a dad because of that.” She said with a smile.
The young man shuffled his feet shyly. He wasn’t usually uncomfortable dealing with people, but hearing her say that...hit him right in the heart. He smiled, both touched and proud.
“So what are you making?” Gaz asked, walking over, “I’m kind of the foodie of the 141.”
“It’s rindsgulasch, it’s a kind of beef stew, this specifically is a Viennese rindsgulasch, so an Austrian specific goulash. It’s König’s favorite meal.” She chuckled, “I guess I said that already, but it’s his mother’s recipe as well. I’m also baking cheese and caramelized onion Irish soda bread.” She grinned, “I got it from my Dad.” She laughed, “He probably doesn’t remember me copying down old recipes from his mother’s recipe box...but yeah...it’s a favorite of mine. Plus…”
“You don’t need to let it rise for hours.” Gaz grinned, “My mom made amazing Soda Bread.”
Salacia grinned, “I also made desert earlier, my mom’s peach cobbler, and Hazel was nice enough to make homemade vanilla ice cream to go with that.”
“Just a comfort meal.” Gaz said.
“And it's a bit of every part of my life.” She said.
“All different recipes from different people who matter to you, but also...yours now.” Gaz said.
“You get it.” She chuckled.
Gaz nodded and walked over looking at the stew bubbling on the stove. It smelled amazing.
“You know, you really do remind me of your dad...Kate as well.” He laughed.
“Kate’s not the blood relative, Gaz.” She teased.
“But I bet she had a lot to do with that attitude, huh?” He winked.
She laughed and conceded.
Her aunt Kate had indeed helped this attitude to blossom.
—
Dinner was served and eaten, everyone was happy with the meal. Salacia is so proud of herself. She enjoyed making big meals like this. She’d started cooking when her mom got sick. But she really got into it as a teen living with her aunts. But her whole, amazing family was together, enjoying a meal. It was amazing.
—
Salacia kissed König lovingly as they were set to part ways that evening. Tomorrow was their wedding day, and while they weren’t the most traditional of couples, they did feel like some traditions were meant to be.
Not to mention how superstitious Salacia could be.
He smiled and hugged her close after their kiss parted.
“It’s going to be hard to sleep without you.” He murmured.
“You do it all the time.” She teased, “Weeks at a time.”
“Just because I can doesn’t mean it’s easy.” He chuckled, “Ich liebe dich, mein Katzchen.”
“Ich liebe dich, my savior.” She murmured, kissing him once more.
He headed to the guest house and she smiled widely. She couldn’t believe it, by the end of the next day...they would be married.
Summary: Supernatural Crossover AU! Salacia is the illegitimate daughter of John Winchester, raised primarily by Bobby Singer. After making a deathbed promise to her father to stay out of the hunting life she follows through with it. Finding a life she could only dream of with a very surprising man.
In this chapter: Salacia finally has that sit down with her brothers. And things finally come out in the open.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): past sibling bullying, angst, fluff
Word Count: 4632
A/N: I do not hate Sam and Dean, but I think at that time they might have acted out. And without truly meaning to hurt her. Emotionally. Because they themselves were kids. And kids (even teens) can be very stupid about these kinds of things.
Salacia was nervous. Both Dean and Sam has texted her that they were willing to meet her in the park. She didn’t want to get her hopes up again. Tig didn’t want her to go alone, but knew his presence would probably cause another argument, especially if they insulted her again. She needed this talk. So he compromised to have Juice take her and hang in the park until they were done.
It wasn’t ideal but it was what needed to happen to keep the peace.
Juice for his part was happy to help. He also didn’t want her dealing with those idiots without any backup. But he knew this was a battle that she did need to fight alone. Everyone did. Everyone was texting her making sure she knew that she had a family of bikers supporting her.
That was an amazing feeling. Salacia couldn’t fight her smile as she read the messages they sent. She didn’t know what she would do without them. She felt lucky that she met Juice and Tig and the family they’d given her.
No matter what, she knew with her badass family of bikers and their Old Ladys she could handle anything.
She also texted Tara to grab a coffee and meet them around forty-five minutes into her meeting with her brothers. Maybe hearing from a professional like her would help. She was a doctor, and an Old Lady. She may not always get along with Jax’s Old Lady, but they had an understanding.
They were two different flavors of Old Lady, but they also had two different flavors of biker. The same went for Gemma. They were three different women with three different men.
Gemma was what Clay needed.
Tara was what Jax needed.
And Salacia was what Tig needed.
But it went the other way too. Their men made sense with each of them. They were like a set, not identical, but matching just right.
Clay matched Gemma perfectly.
Jax matched Tara perfectly.
And Tig matched Salacia perfectly.
That was why they all worked. They made sense together. It was obvious to anyone who saw them together.
A woman like Salacia or Gemma wouldn’t make sense for Jax. And a man like Jax wouldn’t make sense for any other woman than Tara.
While a woman like Salacia or Tara wouldn’t make sense for Clay. And a man like Clay wouldn’t make sense for any other woman than Gemma.
As well, a woman like Tara or Gemma wouldn’t make any sense for Tig. And a man like Tig would never make sense for any other woman than Salacia.
She just hoped her brothers could see that. She was home. She was safe. She was loved. She had a family. She had a life. She found her life and her home.
And she was happy.
So very happy.
—
Juice arrived at Tig and Salacia’s house five minutes early and hurried to knock on the door. He had a feeling that his friend might need a pep talk. When she answered the door he knew his instinct was right. He walked in and gave her a big hug.
“I don’t want them around if they keep doing this to me.” She whimpered, “I’m doing my best to keep a brave face for Tig...because I don’t want him going to jail for beating their faces in...but I just wanna cry and hide away from the world again.”
Juice hugged her back, just letting her grip onto him.
“This is just like when I was a kid, after they found out. Every time they would have to stay with Bobby I would try to get them to play with me. Or look at something I had drawn. Or try to get them to teach me something. Or even just talk to me...they would brush me off every time.” She whimpered, “Sometimes they were just pain nasty about it too. Like the time Sam ripped my sketchbook from my hands and threw it in a muddy puddle because I had drawn a picture in art class of my family...and it included our dad, him and Dean.” She felt Juice tense, she had barely even told Tig that story, “Dean told me later not to cry because the picture was a lie anyway. We weren’t family. Then they both said that the drawing was ugly anyway and that I would never be an artist. So why bother?”
“Did you ever tell Bobby?” Juice asked.
“No...but I never really drew again. I tried but whenever they saw me they would make fun of me for still trying. Eventually I just couldn’t draw anymore without wanting to cry. And I still can’t...every time I think about it I remember how angry they were and how they insulted my drawings all the time. They took that joy away from me. I’m terrified they are trying to take the joy of my wedding too. That this is all some game to them. Ruin the life of the bastard sister who didn’t ask to be born in the first place.” She sobbed into his chest.
“Have you told Tig any of this?” He asked.
She nodded her head, “Once. We don’t talk about my childhood often. I try to forget it most of the time. But it’s hard when they’re back looking at me the way they do...angry and spiteful.” She said looking up at him.
“You need to talk to him about it more.” Juice urged her.
She nodded, “I know. I just feel so weak when I remember being a lost twelve year old begging my family to love me.” She sighed.
“You do have a family that loves you now, remember that.” Her friend urged her, “Let’s go. Put the nail in the coffin of this part of your life. I’ll be nearby...eavesdropping...but inconspicuously.” He promised.
“Thanks Juan, you really are my best friend. And I love you.” She said, using his real name to ensure he knew she meant it.
“I love you too, Sal. I’m glad we met.” He said and led her out to his bike after she washed her face and touched up what little makeup she had on.
She took a deep breath and told him she was ready.
She only hoped she meant it.
—
Salacia got to the park before her brothers and chose a table to sit at. Juice sat on a bench by the running path and pretended to play on his phone. She was jittery and nervous. She texted Tara that maybe today wasn’t a good time for her to talk to her brothers. If they stuck around then maybe they could talk. But this was gonna be an emotionally charged afternoon and she didn’t know if the conversation would last long enough for that to matter.
She was messing with an acorn on the table when her brothers walked up. She smiled but didn’t stand. They sat across from her. Nobody said a word for a long time. The three siblings sat in silence for what felt like ages.
“What’s your real problem with Tig and I getting married?” She asked finally.
“He’s a criminal, Sal. I looked up his name. He’s done some bad shit.” Sam said, “Look, let me show you.” He pulled his phone out and was scrolling through to find the photos he had taken.
“And he’s gotta be using you, I mean he’s over twenty years older than you.” Dean added.
“It’s not normal.” Sam said, “You are way too old for teenage rebellion.”
“It’s not right.” Dean sighed, “Marrying a guy like him will ruin your life.”
Salacia shook her head, “You two really don’t get it. I know he’s an outlaw. I know his record. He was honest about it when we got serious. And the age gap doesn’t matter to me. He treats me like a goddess. He loves me. Why can’t you two see that?”
“He can’t love you.” Dean said sternly, “There is no way that a man like him could love anyone, let alone you.”
“What does that mean, let alone me?” She snapped.
“You were twenty when you met. Vulnerable. He took advantage of that and you fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.” Sam said.
Salacia felt anger boiling in her chest. How dare they?! She took a few calming breaths. She would not let them rile her up.
“I wasn’t a broken, vulnerable sixteen year old. I was a twenty year old woman with a job, car, and apartment.” She looked at them, “And he made me laugh. But beyond that when he took me for dinner we got along. Yes I know there are things that we will never truly have in common due to our age gap. But it’s not a big deal. Nobody treats it that way. Some harmless teasing, but nothing insulting or upsetting.”
“Harmless like bringing up you being loud in bed, harmless?” Sam asked with an unamused look.
“God, that doesn’t bother me. I’ve bugged them about the same kinda shit.” She rolled her eyes.
“It doesn’t seem like something you should be okay with.” Sam said, “Do you have any respect for yourself?”
“Yeah, tons, actually.” She said, glowering at them, “I am secure in myself. I am a very open and sexual person. With the man I love. And I do. I love him.” She smiled softly and looked down at her engagement ring, “He has been…amazing to me…he’s more than I ever expected.”
“I don’t get it.” Dean said exasperated.
“Would you at least try and explain it to us?” Sam said, trying to play peacemaker.
“Not unless you two answer some questions of mine, honestly, and take accountability for when you’ve hurt me. Because you have. A lot, if I’m honest.” She insisted.
They looked uncomfortable with the idea of having to acknowledge where they failed in their lives in regards to her. Salacia didn’t know what they expected from this. Did they honestly expect to just drop into her life, realize they didn’t like her soon-to-be husband and tell her so and she would drop everything to listen to them? Let them dictate her entire world?
No. That wasn’t going to happen.
“Okay.” Dean said with a sigh.
Sam nodded and murmured his agreement.
“Just, why?” She asked, “Why did you take everything out on me?”
“We didn’t.” Dean began to excuse his actions.
“You did. Whenever we were all at Bobby’s you made me feel like I was a demon just for being born. You two...you bullied me.” She said, “Plain and simple, you bullied me. Made me feel like I was nothing.”
“Like when?” Sam asked.
“My sketchbook, Sam. You destroyed it, physically. And then the both of you destroyed my desire to draw all together. Made fun of my art...I haven’t drawn since.” She said, “I was twelve and by the time I was thirteen I’d thrown away all my art supplies.”
They stared at her like they were just realizing that what they did as stupid teenagers had a lasting impact. She sighed and shook her head.
“I was ten when you found out. And then you started to look at me like I was less than the chewed gum you stepped on. I remember you both throwing out the cards and gifts I worked hard to buy you. I did so many odd jobs around the junkyard to earn some pocket money to get you guys something. You knew when my birthday was until I turned eleven.” She said, “And then suddenly you never knew. Dad used to drop you off every December for it.” She was unloading everything, yet her voice remained at a normal volume, “Do you know when and why that stopped?”
They shook their heads and she sighed. She looked down at her hands.
“I asked him to stop.” She said, “After you two pitched a fit on my thirteenth and left me sobbing. You two may have been teenagers...but I was a child. I was lost. Cliche as it is, I didn't ask to be born. And all I ever wanted was a family. Was my family. I wanted my family to want me. And none of you did.”
Tears welled in her eyes and she sipped her iced coffee taking a deep, shaking breath. Sam and Dean stared at her. It was like the way they looked back on their teenage years was being turned on its head as they listened to her.
“I’m sorry.” Dean was the first to speak, “I was an asshole.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, Salacia.” Sam said, “I didn’t realize…”
“Even now, how could you look back on those years and think that I was happy?” She asked with a raised brow.
“I don’t know.” Dean sighed, “We were stupid kids…that’s no excuse.”
“No it’s not. I’m sorry,” Sam said.
“I stopped calling you two, three years ago, and it wasn’t because of Tig,it was because you shouted that you didn’t have time for me.” She said, “I finally decided to give up on you two…you didn’t want me, why should I keep trying?”
“That’s about the time Bobby started really getting on our ass about you…” Sam said like he was just putting things together.
“Weren’t you in college to be a lawyer, Sam?” Salacia asked, “How can you be so oblivious? And Dean we both know you’re extremely observant as a hunter, how could you miss that?”
They looked down, “We didn’t want to face it.” Dean finally admitted.
“Yeah…” Sam sighed.
“Is that why you guys decided to show up and go over the top with the whole protective older brother thing? Not listening when I tried to explain things to you?” She asked.
“I guess.” Dean said.
“Probably.” Sam groaned.
She rolled her eyes and put her head in her arms, groaning a bit. These two emotionally stunted idiots. Why did she still care about them? She had had to pretty much take their hands and guide them to this realization.
“Okay, you can ask some questions about my relationship and life, but if you get disrespectful I reserve the right to call you out or just walk away.” She said sternly.
“How did you end up a guy so much older than you?” Sam asked.
“A guy that made me laugh asked me out and I said yes. Things just kinda went from there.” She shrugged.
“What do you see in him?” Sam asked, “I mean just a quick search of his arrest record...he’s not a good guy.”
“But he’s a good man to me.” She said, “When I look at him, I don’t see a middle aged biker with a checkered past. I see a man who is loyal to his club, his family. I see a man who is willing to go the extra mile for those he considers his family. I see someone who has faced a lot of bullshit in his life and is still able to laugh. I see the man who hugs me twice as hard before he has to leave for whatever reason. I see the man who promises to come home to me in more or less one piece. I see the guy who makes sure I’m safe. He picks me up from work. Even if it’s a mid-shift and he has to use his lunch hour to do so. The guy who has my best friend or another club member pick me up when he’s out of town. Not because I need it, not because he doesn’t trust me. It’s just a way we both know I’m safe.”
She looked at her engagement ring and smiled softly. Remembering how his eyes had sparkled when she smiled at it. She pulled it off and looked at the engraving on the inside. The date of that first party when he declared her his girl. She slipped it back on her finger and looked at Sam and Dean.
“I see the man who won my heart.” She said, “He loves me. And he shows it. Is he an asshole, yeah, he is. He’s got a dirty mind and a filthy mouth and an attitude that I get turns some people off. But, he makes me smile. I don’t care about his police record, I don’t care about what anyone else thinks about him. Because to me...Tig is everything.”
Her brothers stared at her. The lovesick way she spoke was shocking. But they could tell it was real. And that hit them harder.
“I’m still bothered by the way everyone was talking about you.” Dean admitted, “Sexual jokes about you.”
Salacia sighed, “I guess I forget that you guys aren’t around this kind of thing. But it’s not meant to put me down. Jax saying they’ve all heard me. And saying that Tig could make me make noises he likes more than Juice using me as a squeaky toy when he hugs me...that’s just teasing. Mainly because they see Tig and I together all the time. Sitting in his lap is pretty basic between us. We’re very physical with each other. He doesn’t like to have me close by without being able to get his hands on me. Holding me, and I’m gonna apologize because you’re my brothers, but the amount of times we’ve been caught in juvenile makeout sessions or his hand up my skirt...I think we’ve all lost count.” They shuddered, “I know he talks about me, I’ve overheard him when he plans on getting us home making mention of what he wants to do when we get there. We’re crazy about each other.”
“You toned yourself down, then, huh?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. Believe me, we kept our hands to each other a lot more than usual. That’s why the guys make jokes. Because we are like that. I’m not shared and he doesn’t sleep around. We’re loyal. And we are very happy with just each other.” She said.
“You keep calling the club a family...is it really like that?” Dean asked.
“Yes. Oh god it is.” She smiled, “Those guys love each other like brothers. Gemma is like the mother of the club. While Tara and I are like little sisters or whatever to the members who we aren’t sleeping with. If we need help we could call any one of the guys. Being at the clubhouse when Tig isn’t there isn’t a big deal really. They kinda like me to hang out there when they have other charters here for a visit.”
“Why?” Sam asked.
“Poker. I’m not bad, fuck it, I’m really good.” She said, “It’s kinda like an initiation for other members visiting, anyone who hasn’t played at the SAMCRO clubhouse gets invited to a game. Typically with Clay or Jax, Bobby, Piney, Gemma or Tara will sometimes play, and me. Some of the other guys join in too, I think the guys just like to see how these guys react when they realize they’re playing with a young woman who can wipe the floor with them.”
The two Winchester men chuckled, they knew where she got that. Bobby Singer was one hell of a poker player. He must have taught her some of his secrets.
“The one thing I will say though, is I have never felt like I didn’t belong or unwelcome. Even that first party, where they didn’t know I was with Tig. When I was just Juice’s friend. They accepted me as one of their own the second they met me.” She smiled, “It was…really nice.”
“Okay, I have to ask…something one of the guys at the diner said…what the fuck is crow eater?” Dean asked, his voice low, he had an idea, “Or a sweet butt?”
Salacia could practically feel Juice laughing to himself. She smiled to herself and took a deep breath.
“Hang arounds.” She explained, “Girls there because they wanna get with a member. Some serve drinks…some…dance…” she could see their faces darken a bit, “…they aren’t there against their will, you guys…they want to be there, want the association. But they aren’t the kind of girl you’d take for an Old Lady. And most of them I don’t think…want to be. At least the girls that I consider my friends. They just wanna have fun…and SAMCRO parties are fun.”
They nodded and shook their heads trying to accept that little fact. She sighed, that was a hard thing for her to accept at first as well. But she had grown to understand and even befriend a few of the girls.
“I bet that a few of them would go crazy if they saw you two.” she laughed.
Dean couldn’t help his natural smirk while Sam rolled his eyes.
“I would offer to put in a good word with one you might like if you actually stick around…but Dean you need to apologize to Faith, my coworker for being rude after hooking up with her.” She raised a brow, “Even if you don’t want a good word with an available woman you still need to apologize to her.”
Dean nodded and said he would do so that afternoon.
“Good. I don’t want my friendship ruined because of you.” She sighed, “Any more questions?”
“Can I ask…about the tattoo thing?” Sam finally broke the tension.
Salacia’s hand instinctively splayed over her abdomen where her Old Man’s crow sat permanently on her skin. She smiled softly.
“It’s more than just a tattoo. This crow, that signifies who my Old Man is; it is a symbol of love to me.” She said, “It’s more permanent than a ring. It shows I am an Old Lady of a Son. That can mean safety if we are apart. It shows I am loyal to him, that I am devoted to him, that I love only him. It also shows my love and loyalty to the club. Gemma, she has a saying. Love the man. Learn to love the club. And it’s the truth. I loved Tig long before I loved the club. But it was my love and loyalty to both that sealed it for him. This club is his life. It was long before we met. And even before I was born probably. But when we met, I became a part of his world. I had to learn his world. Adapt to it. And I found a world I thrived in. I love him. I love Juice. I love Gemma, Tara, and Lyla, and the crow eaters I’ve befriended. I love the guys. I love the club. It’s my life now too. And I’m happy with it.”
Her brothers were stunned at her passion for this world they didn’t understand. They didn’t get how she could just fall into this dangerous life. How it could make her as happy as it did. But the smile on her face, the way it reached her eyes, told them that she was indeed very happy.
“Tig is a great guy, really. I mean I know to others he seems like an ass who would be impossible to get along with...but he’s funny, strong, and loyal. When you’re family to him, he will fight tooth and nail for you. Ask any of the guys. Sure...my Old Man isn’t a good guy. He’s not the picket fence corporate type I think you both expected me to fall for...but, he’s just what I needed.” She said, “And what I said in the car about us Old Ladies being the backbone, it’s the truth. The club could not run without happy Old Ladies holding shit down. Even just being there to hold my Old Man after a rough moment is enough to help things work out better the next day.”
“You look...so happy when you talk about them…” Sam said after a moment.
“Because I am happy, Sam.” She said, “Look, I promised our dad before he died to not follow you two into that world...to get my degree, find a life, live it. What none of you could. He wanted that for you two as well, but he knew better than to expect you two to be able to settle down. I think that’s why he left me with Bobby. Protected, educated on all that nonsense...but away from it.”
Dean looked at his hands while Sam stared at her. Why did she get to be the one to escape the hunting world? Why did he have to be a chosen child?
“Sam, could you really leave it now? Bobby tells me what’s going on, okay. So I can keep myself and my life, those I love here, safe. Can you even fathom leaving it? Knowing what you do?” She asked and he shook his head; she looked between her brothers, “And can either of you say, honestly, you want me in it? Do you want me to hunt?”
“No.” Dean said with a tired sigh, “God, no I don’t.”
The image of her happy face warping into the tired, disillusioned, pained face of a seasoned hunter broke him. The idea of her seeing what they did. Doing what they had to. Watching innocent people suffer and die. No place to call home. Unable to form connections.
He couldn’t ask that of her. He knew that.
Sam felt the same. The idea of her in the back of the impala, sleeping half hours at a time. Reading ancient texts and stitching up her own wounds. Developing an unhealthy attachment to cheap booze and seeking out the warmth of a random hook up in small town bars.
The idea killed him. He would never ask that of her.
“No, fuck no.” He said.
Both brothers wanted to cry as they realized something. They had pushed her away the second they knew they were related because they hated the idea of a sibling and their dad betraying their mother’s memory. But as they got older they pushed her away so their dad never thought to bring her into hunting. They hadn’t meant to cause the lasting damage that she was suffering with, but they had.
They never called or wanted to talk so she didn’t ask them to bring her in. They were afraid that she would eventually get that hunting urge deep in her gut. So they kept her at arms length.
They didn’t want to hurt her anymore.
Now all they could do was try to make it up to her, and hope that she believed them.
“Can we...can we try again? Now that we’re on a more level playing field.” Sam asked, “Understanding each other, better.”
“I don’t know…” she admitted, “I’ve given you two chances since you’ve been here and it scares me to give you another. I don’t wanna keep getting hurt.”
“Third time’s the charm, right?” Dean asked with a playful grin.
“Let me think about it, okay? I’m still raw. I want you two in my life; I do, but I have to protect myself.” She said.
“We understand.” Sam said.
“Look, apologize to Faith, Dean And both of you, if you see Gemma, apologize to her too. You disrespected her home.” Salacia said.
“I will. We will. We promise.” Dean assured her.
“Okay. I’ll call you later.” Salacia said, “No matter what.”
She got up and walked over to Juice and set a hand on his shoulder. He smiled at her, seeing the weight off her shoulders at last.
“Ready to go?” He asked.
“Yep, take me to T.M., I wanna see my Old Man.” She said with a smile.
Summary: Her niece had been in a fight, that was the voicemail Salacia received from her older sister one day. Little did she know exactly how that one message would change her life. Picking up her niece and meeting the teenager’s friend’s father opened her world backup. / Coco had no idea that picking up Letty and her new friend would lead to meeting the teenager’s aunt, a young single mother who would change his life forever. For the better. / It won’t be easy but they need each other.
In this chapter: Angel and Taylor are official just like Salacia and Coco. And the ladies finally their men about why they don’t talk to their other sister anymore. Plus Taylor has a business trip, leading to unexpected drama.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): some fluff, some angst.
Word Count: 4382 (I’m not even sorry)
A/N: Only one more chapter after this one. I’m so sad it’s almost over.
“Angel has been pouting a lot lately.” Coco laughed while standing in the kitchen with Salacia late one night while she made them a snack for a movie night in their bedroom.
“Taylor’s got that trip with the other people in her department coming up, remember. She’s gonna be gone for five days.” She reminded him.
Coco laughed, “That will do it.” He said.
“He’s been spending every spare moment around here like you used to, you realize? Every excuse.” She joked.
Coco laughed and playfully swatted her ass. “Gilly swears there must be something magic in your pussies.” He joked.
Salacia choked out a laugh and shook her head, “Jesus Christ Gilly.” She rolled her eyes.
Coco chuckled, “I mean I swear yours is as close as I’ll ever get to heaven.” He murmured and grasped her hips.
Her cheeks flushed darkly, “Sweet talker.” She cooed.
He grinned, he always loved to fluster her like this. He kissed the back of her neck rubbing her hips. Salacia had a feeling this movie night would devolve into less movies and snacks and more Coco making a feast of her pussy.
Like usual.
It took them about three nights to watch one movie cause the second they got all cuddled up his hands liked to wander and she could only deny him and her desires for him for so long. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple again.
“I mean every goddamn word.” He purred.
“Just like I mean everything I say about you.” She turned her head to capture his lips.
—
Coco was working on his bike in the driveway while Salacia and Taylor were lounging on the front porch with a book. Malachai was playing in a kiddie pool in the front yard. Persephone and Letty were enjoying some smoothies they’d made on the front porch steps, planning on enjoying the first weekend of summer to the fullest.
Salacia had her camera discreetly placed between her and Taylor taking candid shots of her family. Determined to fill a whole scrapbook of her new life in Santo Padre.
The roar of two more motorcycles filled the street and Salacia took a quick shot of Angel and EZ pulling up. They were invited over for dinner since Taylor and Angel made things official. Their father was expected to come as well, it just seemed like the two brothers wanted to show up early.
She took a picture of Coco embracing his brothers like usual and set the camera back down pulling her phone out for a more candid shot for when Angel came up on the porch to greet her sister. She snagged a picture of him kissing her cheek then stealing the glass of ice tea she was drinking and draining it. Earning a playful smack to his shoulder.
“You better go and refill it for me,” Taylor teasingly scolded.
“Of course Mi Reina.” Angel said with a grin, “You need more?” He looked at Salacia.
“If you’d be so sweet.” Salacia laughed and passed him her glass, “Gracias Angel.”
Angel grinned and headed inside, like he lived there. Taylor laughed and looked at her sister who showed her the sneaky pics she had taken on her phone.
“I don’t think I ever looked so happy since after I finally got rid of Jake.” She said, “With a guy I mean, Sephie has been a constant source of joy, not to mention Mallie...but...wow…”
Salacia giggled and quickly set her phone back onto the table. She looked out at Coco who was finishing his work. He got up and wiped his hands on the bandana he had in his pocket. He stretched a bit and the oil stained white tank top he wore tight his lean muscular figure. Salacia felt her cheeks heat up and she quickly grabbed her camera and took a good photo of him while biting her lip.
She wasn’t even thinking until she heard EZ snicker. She blushed having been caught. The sound also caught Coco’s attention.
“Do you two need a minute alone?” He asked.
“What are you talking about mano?” Coco asked.
Angel walked out and looked at the group he’s stumbled upon. “Am I missing something?”
“Sal was practically drooling while taking a picture of Coco just now.” EZ called her out.
Salacia’s cheeks flared even darker. And even Coco seemed visibly flustered and her open appreciation.
“And now he knows I’m taking pictures today so thank you for ruining my chance for more candid shots!” Salacia laughed while pouting playfully.
Coco laughed and walked over to head inside and clean himself up, “Better not be taking pictures of any guy but me.”
He placed a kiss to her temple and she decided to be cheesy, “Why would I take pictures of anyone other than my muse.”
Coco laughed but she could see the blush on his cheeks. He headed inside to change into a clean shirt and wash his hands. When he came back out he had a glass of lemonade and Salacia plopped down on the porch floor after snagging a pillow from beside Salacia to sit on. He looked up at her and smiled relaxed.
“This domestic shit ain’t so bad.” He commented.
“Damn right.” Letty agreed from her spot on the steps.
Salacia laughed, “And you’re still a badass biker even when you help take care of a five year old.” She told him.
Coco just nodded his agreement. This life was crazy. He was just happy that he could have this now.
And that Celia wasn’t here to ruin it.
—
EZ and Felipe had left after dinner and the girls retired to the living room to watch the latest episode of whatever trash reality show they were addicted to and Malachai was already down for bed. Leaving the two couples to share a smoke and an after dinner drink on the back porch.
“This was nice.” Angel admitted.
Taylor smiled and leaned against him. Salacia couldn’t help but coo internally about how cute they were. She hadn’t seen her sister this happy and comfortable in years.
“Kinda wild to actually do all this domestic shit, huh?” Coco joked.
“Salacia and I vowed that our kids would have a more stable home life than we did, even if it’s a different kinda home.” Taylor said.
“Looks like you’re doing it to me,” Angel said, there was an air of longing lacing its way into his tone.
Taylor laced her fingers with his and didn’t say anything about it. Salacia and Coco shared a quick look before she leaned closer.
“It’s not always a smooth ride, but god is it worth it.” Salacia said.
“And at least we don’t have to deal with someone trying to ruin it for us at every turn.” Taylor joked.
“Your ex?” Angel asked.
Salacia and Taylor both shook their heads, “Our sister,” they said at the same time.
“Damn Ma, now you gotta tell us what she did.” Coco chuckled.
Salacia sighed, she guessed there was no time but the present. Putting it off wasn’t going to make explaining it any easier.
“She hadn’t really tried to contact me since Mom signed her rights over to Taylor.” Salacia began,
Taylor chimed in to add, “Her dad got custody of her, but she was never prevented from knowing either of us.”
Salacia agreed, “I think she wished that she was raised with Mom. Rose colored glasses, since she didn’t know how horrible she was.” She said and Taylor voiced her agreement.
“She called me once after I got custody of Sal to ask how I could do that to mom.” Taylor rolled her eyes, “Didn’t even wanna listen to why I would do that. She is eight years older than Sal, two younger than me,” she sighed, “So she was a grown ass woman doing this shit. I just ignored her. But again I didn’t prevent Sal from talking to her.”
Salacia shuddered softly and Coco tightened his hold on her. He knew this had to be hard to recount for both of them. He wanted to comfort her.
“After a while I stopped because she was pressuring me to try and talk to mom. And I didn’t wanna deal with it.” She sighed and took a drink of her beer before deciding to let Angel know why she was with Taylor quickly, “Mom kicked me out because I told her my step father was trying to perv on me and I lived pretty much on the street for a year before Taylor and I found each other again and she got custody of me.”
“Shit...that’s fucked up.” He said, not knowing what else to say.
Salacia shook her head and took a deep breath, leaning against Coco. Taylor explained that they hadn’t talked to Rebecca since Salacia was sixteen. Around the time she had come out as bisexual. The allusion was clear.
Rebecca didn’t want anything to do with her sisters. She hadn’t even been there when Salacia gave birth to her son.
“So, it was just after Malachai was killed and she started to try and call me. Offering comfort. I should have known better than to trust her...but I was hurt...I wanted to have hope. We went to get coffee and at one point I guess she got a peek at my ID when I set my wallet on the table so she got my address.” Salacia explained, tears welling in her eyes.
“I don’t like where this is going…” Coco began.
“She didn’t…” Angel said.
“She did. She gave my address to my mother and the man who had tormented me.” Salacia said, wiping a tear off her cheek.
“They showed up at her door, demanding to see their grandbaby. Not even offering comfort that Salacia had just lost Malachai.” Taylor said, “She had the man she loved die in her arms and they didn’t care.”
“I am so happy that Jamie his sons, Mal’s cousins, along with his wife and their daughter of course, were there to comfort me and wait with me for the next call from the prosecutor or detective.” Salacia explained, “They forced them out while I hid in the bedroom with my son.”
“Jesus Christ.” Angel cursed.
“That’s fucked up.” Coco agreed.
“Then when Salacia moves back in with me as a form of revenge or her weird morals of people staying together for their kids...she’s how Seph nearly got kidnapped because she told my ex where her school was.” Taylor said.
“And that’s how we got a protective order against our sister and cut her out of our lives entirely.” Salacia finished their story and then finished her beer.
The guys apologized that they had had to deal with that.
“Hey, we have a new family now, and it’s much better than what we came from.” Salacia said and turned her head to peck Coco’s lips.
Taylor pecked Angel’s cheek assuring him that they meant that. He smiled widely at being referred to as family.
—
Taylor was in the garage washing her last load of laundry before finally finishing packing for her work trip. Salacia walked in and leaned against the wall beside their washer and dryer.
“Was it just me or was Angel hinting about taking things to the next level with you already.” She joked.
“You mean adding another person to our already overflowing home? Yes.” Taylor chuckled, “I think he thinks it’s too fast.”
“Do you? It’s only been what, five...six months?” Salacia asked.
“Five official after one month of exclusively hooking up.” The elder sister answered.
“So, do you think it would be too fast? Or too cramped here?” Salacia probed.
“I don’t think it would be too cramped. It’s four bedrooms. And he would be in mine. So we don’t need to figure that out. But it’s the stuff he would want to keep. If there’s any furniture to him this that matters, where to put his keepsakes and clutter, you know decor items as well.” Taylor began, “Then there’s figuring out the bills...again. And the budget for food. Might need to invest in a deep freezer for in here to keep more meat and freezer items. Could turn this garage into a nice little hangout spot for the guys when they come by with the couches and stuff from storage with Coco as well as anything of Angel’s.”
Salacia smiled at her sister’s ramblings and plans for a possible future. She let her continue.
“Then there’s the laundry load and cooking. But he would be an extra set of eyes for the kids. I mean Letty is about to turn eighteen and Sephie just turned seventeen...good lord...my baby is almost an adult…” Taylor pauses to wipe some tears that had gathered in her eyes, “But...it’s manageable. Four adults. Two teens. And a child under ten. I don’t see that as too many people. And like I said, where he’d be sleeping is already figured out.” She sighed and shook her head back to reality, “What was the other half of your question?”
“Do you think it’s too soon?” Salacia asked with a giggle.
“I don’t know.” Taylor admitted, “It feels like it but it also feels like I don’t wanna wait if this is a good thing I wanna grab onto it and never let go.”
“You know...when I asked Coco to move in he actually said something pretty profound,” Salacia began, “Life’s too fast to move slow when shit feels right.”
Salacia smiled and Taylor thought for a moment. “I might just hint that there’s still room in that dish on the bookshelf in the den for his keys.” She murmured.
Salacia laughed, “I’ll start mentally preparing for the new food load.” She joked.
She knew where her sister was leaning on her decision. But that was a conversation to be had with Angel included.
“Bitch.” Taylor laughed and rolled her eyes.
—
Salacia returned home after dropping her sister off at the airport and collapsed exhausted on the couch. It was around five in the morning when they had to leave so she could catch her eight AM flight. An hour to the airport and two hours to waste in the airport.
And Salacia still had to get Malachai up and ready for day camp and then go to work herself. She needed a nap before but didn’t have time to justify it. She started work at nine.
Mal needed to be dropped off at eight thirty at the earliest and what she could manage.
It was already seven.
She sighed and ran a hand down her face. She went to make another cup of coffee only to have Coco wrap his arms around her from behind. He’d been awake since she left. He kissed the back of her neck. He knew she would be exhausted when she got home.
“Go take a nap, I can get Little Mal to his camp this morning,” he offered, “You put me on the list right?”
“Yeah…” she sighed, her eyes drooping.
“I’ll wake you up when I get back from dropping him off.” He assured her.
Salacia smiled and turned in his arms to peck his lips. “Te amo.” She breathed.
“Te amo.” He said and guided her back to their room to rest for an extra hour.
Salacia smiled and let him do so. This loving side of him was something she felt blessed to see.
—
Her day had been long and difficult but coming home to her lively house was always a relief. Coco wasn’t home yet but the girls were watching Malachai. She walked in and greeted them, hugging her son and heading back to change into some normal clothes. Happy to be out of her scrubs for the day.
“So, it was a long day, I’m tired, pizza?” She asked, grabbing a notepad from the kitchen to take down their orders.
“Yay!” Malachai cheered
“Just pepperoni with extra cheese for me, please.” Persephone said.
“I’m down. Black olives and pepperoni.” Letty said.
Salacia jotted them down, “And sausage and pepperoni for my Mallie?” She looked at her son who nodded enthusiastically.
She texted Coco to ask what he wanted. Letting everyone know she would order when he texted back. She sank down onto the couch. Relieved after her long day to finally be at home to relax.
Coco was quick to text back. Pepperoni with black olives and bacon. She grinned he was so much like Letty it was cute.
“So I’m gonna get a medium pepperoni with extra cheese, since it’s one we would all eat leftovers of. A medium with pepperoni and black olives, bacon on half. And then a medium pepperoni and sausage with jalapeños on half.” She declared.
“Doesn’t this place serve the forbidden topping?” Persephone teased.
“Forbidden topping?” Letty asked.
“Auntie Sal likes anchovies!” Persephone said with an exaggerated grimace.
“Eew, really?” Letty exclaimed looking at Salacia.
“Yes really, and yes they do and just because you are acting like a brat I’m gonna get them. So my half is pepperoni, sausage, jalapeños, and the dreaded anchovies!” Salacia laughed, “Hey your mother does too!” She reminded her niece when she pretended to gag.
“You two are weird.” Letty laughed.
“But happy.” Salacia joked.
—
Coco like the girls teased her for her pizza topping choice saying she would have to brush her teeth before kissing him if she ate those nasty little fuckers. He got a gentle swat to his arm to remind him about cussing in front of Little Mal.
He just laughed and apologized.
“Gonna have to get a swear jar for you.” She scolded.
Coco just laughed and leaned over and pecked her lips to apologize.
—
“There’s gonna be a party on Saturday, Mama.” Coco said while shaving all but the desired facial hair, “You think the girls are up to watching Mal for a few hours?”
He would always be grateful for the lighting in this bathroom. Made this so much less nerve wracking.
“I think they could handle it, I’d even offer to pay them a little bit as incentive.” Salacia said, “I could use a night out.”
“Angel’s gonna be sulking the whole night though, he’s lost without your sister.” Coco laughed.
“Like you’d be lost without me?” Salacia giggled and walked over to set her hands on his waist before hugging him from behind.
Coco chuckled and wiped his face, “Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes.
“You know it’s true.” Salacia said and began to place kisses along his bare shoulders.
“Yeah it is.” He conceded, “But don’t let the guys know that.”
She giggled and pressed herself as close as she could. She rested her forehead on his back and let out a slightly shaky breath.
Coco could feel the difference and turned in her arms, “Now Ma, there’s no reason to cry.” He said cupping her cheeks in his still damp hands.
“I don’t know why...it’s like it’s ingrained in me to always expect the other shoe to drop at any minute.” She explained, “I’m so happy I just feel like there’s something dark looming right around the corner.”
“We’ll face it together if that happens.” He assured her.
“Maybe working around death all the time takes its toll...we lost another patient today. She was one I’d really grown close to recently.” Salacia explained.
“Oh?” Coco looked at her curiously.
“She saw the scrubs Little Mal gave me for Christmas...and we got to talking and she asked about them. I told her that my son gave them to me because my boyfriend rides a motorcycle and...she gave me some of the best advice I’ve gotten.” She said.
“What was it, Mami?” Coco asked.
“That when you love a man like you, Coco, someone who craves both the stability of a home and the freedom of the road to just hold on tight and enjoy the wind in my hair. Because it may not be easy but god is it worth it.” Salacia said and turned her head to kiss the Mayans tattoo on his wrist before looking back into his dark brown eyes, “She was right. This has been so worth it. I love you so much. And I’m nervous every day when you leave and terrified every time you have to go on a run…but I don’t regret a minute of us together.”
“I don’t either.” He assured her and ran his thumbs over the apples of her cheeks before leaning in to kiss her, “Te amo.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her lips, kissing him deeply. Letting everything she felt out in the kiss. Sometimes the physicality said more than her words ever could.
—
Salacia was dressed up for a party at the clubhouse. Wearing a pair of light wash skinny jeans and a cute cherry printed white crop top. Coco about had a fit seeing her getting ready.
While he had always enjoyed the surprise of picking her up. There was something hypnotizing about watching her get ready. Sitting at her desk/vanity. Taking herself from her still gorgeous plain face to a properly dolled up gorgeous face. More often than topped off with some shade of red lipstick.
God did he love her in red lipstick.
Watching her apply that color he so adored on her told him she was about ready to head out. So he would start pulling his rings on after making sure he was cleaned up for the night.
She would stand up and take her hair out of her claw clip to quickly style. He knew she preferred to exemplify her naturally messy curls. And he loved it too. When she was doing her hair he would get his shoes on.
When she was spritzing on her perfume he was putting on some cologne.
And as she pulled her shoes on he was putting his kutte on.
It was a routine he found himself relishing in every step of.
She made sure the girls had some cash for dinner and hugged Letty and Persephone before placing a kiss to Malachai’s cheek before ruffling his curls making him laugh and playfully bat at her hands.
Coco hugged Letty as well, kissing her forehead in a fatherly way, he even hugged Persephone now before giving Malachai a big hug. And of course, mussing his curls as well earning a louder laugh and the batting at his hands.
Salacia felt right at home on the back of Coco’s bike. It just felt perfect to be there. A black helmet snapped into place, her arms around his waist, holding herself close to him.
The freedom from riding behind him was something she knew that she would never get tired of.
When you love a man like Coco Cruz, who desires both the freedom of the road and the comfort of a home. You hold on tight and enjoy the wind through your hair. It’s not easy but god is it worth it.
That replayed in her head whenever they rode together. It had become her motto. She’d even told Taylor the same when she and Angel were getting serious.
She could see that her sister took it to heart. Just like she had.
Pulling up to the clubhouse Salacia felt the same elation at seeing her extended biker family as always. Coco loves to walk in with his arm around her waist, showing off just who she came with. Who he came with.
Salacia greeted the guys as she ran into them, even talking to a few of the club girls she knew that kept their hands off of her man and her sister's man.
She had a feeling tonight was going to be exciting.
—
She was chatting with EZ and Creeper while waiting for another drink, though this one wasn’t alcoholic, while Coco was playing a game of pool with Angel.
“So he talkin about tattoos yet?” Creeper asked.
“Yeah, I told him if I get one he needs to get one.” Salacia said, “He asked what I’d want him to get.”
Creeper laughed, “He’s fuckin crazy about you.” He said.
“I’m crazy about him too.” Salacia said, her eyes passed over the pool table, “I have never seen Angel losing that bad…” she commented offhand backing EZ choke back a laugh.
Creeper didn’t hide his laugh though. “He’s crazy about someone too, Mama, you’re sister’s got his dick in her fuckin purse.” He said.
Salacia barked out a laugh, “I swear he’s trying to earn a place in the house already.” Salacia said, “And I swear Taylor’s so damn weak in the knees she’d let him.”
“And what’s your feeling about that?” Creeper asked.
“We’d need to finally invest in a deep freezer in that garage to be able to feed everybody.” Salacia said simply.
That answer said everything. Creeper grinned as he took a sip of water. These two women had two of his brothers wound tightly around them but they fell into this life so easily.
Salacia went to add onto her statement when he phone rang, “Shit it’s Letty, I gotta take this.” She said and walked out of the clubhouse to have a slightly quieter place to talk as she answered, “Letty, everything alright? Is Mallie alright?l she asked, worry lacing her voice.
She could hear the tremble in Letty’s voice and her son scream-crying as well as Persephone’s loud sobs. She could make out a few words of her niece namely. “How did he find us again?!”
Salacia felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest, the worst thing imaginable filming her mind.
“I don’t know...look someone knocked on the door Seph went to look out the window and screamed and then whoever it was started pounding on the door and shouting.” Letty said in a rush of words, “Should I call the cops?”
“They won’t get there in time…” Salacia began already preparing to head inside.
“IT’S MY FUCKING DAD!” She hears Persephone scream before devolving into sobs again.
Salacia’s blood ran cold. And she turned to run into the clubhouse straight for Coco.
Summary: Some observations of your life with ghost. And how he lets you in.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): some fluff, some angst, emotional hurt/comfort, copious mentions of Ghost’s blond eyelashes.
Word Count: 1284
A/N: This was inspired by a video on TikTok bout Ghost where they mentioned his blond lashes, and then I went on a lament with my best friend about them and how they are probably stained with his eyeblack and I couldn’t fight this idea. I hope you all enjoy it.
There are a great many things that you would first notice about Ghost. He’s tall. Broad.
The mask.
He is quite reserved year well respected. Often feared.
But then you get closer.
You hear the horrible puns he tells those he trusts or likes over the comms. (Particularly Soap).
You wouldn’t believe Soap the first time he tells you that Ghost has such a goofy sense of humor. And when you hear him laugh, a genuine laugh, you knew you had to get to know him more.
It’s your first moment up close, him still in the mask, that you notice perhaps his most striking feature.
No, not his warm, brown eyes, though they are striking. It’s the lashes which protect them. Thick, but pale. A perfect fan of blond to accent his deep eyes.
Those lashes do not belong to ghost. But to Simon Riley. And you find yourself staring at them in calm moments.
In the moments as you grow closer. And slowly but surely he removes every mask for you. The physical one first, he is unashamed of his face. Handsome, scarred and handsome. His nose had been broken in a skirmish and it needed to be set.
Being the medic you quickly take care of it. Apologizing as you move it back into place with a sickening crunch sound. But you barely heard it as he was watching you. Eyes the color of cognac, lashes the color of old lace, though stained onyx in places by the eyeblack he wore under the mask.
You couldn’t look away from his eyes for long, positioning your fingers appropriately before doing your job. He winced. Just barely. But you saw it.
The crinkle at the sides that usually signifies a smile, but in this case showed a reaction to physical pain. There were even involuntary tears in the inner corners. That happened to anyone, even as strong a soldier as Ghost, when you had to set a broken nose.
Still, the single drop that slipped out, rolling down through the eyeblack, dragging it further down one cheek, the stain reminding you of what happens when your allergies got worked up during the spring and you forgot to wear waterproof mascara.
On instinct after taping his nose to hold it in place you dabbed the tears with a tissue. The eyeblack coming off the corners of his eyes, revealing a few pale freckles on his eyelids. The black must cover them on his cheeks as well.
So pale you would have to be as close to him as you were now to see them. He was an honestly beautiful amalgamation of contradictions. And nothing showed that more than his eyeblack stained champagne lashes.
You had the overwhelming urge to see his face completely bare. See the man truly behind the mask.
Yet you said nothing. Let the moment stay as it was. Oddly intimate for a safehouse after a fire fight.
That moment seems to be what opened the floodgates. And you get closer still.
Talking casually. Sitting closer. And eventually his gloved hand brushes some dirt off your cheek and you both realize how far gone you are. The kiss which follows that moment is slow. Tentative. Uncertain of what this meant for either of you.
But craving the act of finding out.
Knowing things would never be the same.
And they aren’t.
But it’s wonderful.
Everything is slow as that first kiss. The trust built with Ghost is done the same way you earn the trust of a feral cat. With calm understanding. A soft voice. Offered warmth and safety.
And of course a treat or two.
Ghost being particularly fond of your blueberry muffins.
Eventually he becomes Simon. Not Ghost. Not anymore. Not to you.
Simon is your heart. And you are his sanctuary. The place he feels safest to take off his masks. All of them.
Removing the balaclava is easiest.
The eyeblack slightly more difficult, if only because it took ages for you to convince him to use a good makeup remover rather than just scrubbing at his eyes with water and a rag.
A side benefit of that is saving more of those soft, cornsilk lashes from being piled out as he rubbed and rubbed and rubbed to get all the black off.
But the hardest mask to take off, was the one he kept over his very soul.
How he protected himself.
The mask he put on to pretend like he didn’t still feel broken from his past.
Once you earn that masks removal you work hard to keep it off when you are together. Letting him know that he could trust you. Not with words but with actions. A warm cup of tea at the end of a long day, prepared just how he liked it, and resting his head on your chest, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep or just relaxation. Running your fingers along his back, scratching and soothing the tension away.
He talks to you most in these moments, these moments where he doesn’t have to make eye contact. Where he can close those pretty lashes over those tragic eyes and let you in. He tells you everything. And you take it all in.
Accept and love him through it all.
Simon has never been afraid to be open with you. To love you.
He trusts you.
Allows you to see him vulnerable.
Allows you to see him cry.
And while you would never give up that trust which you have earned you only wish that the first time you ever truly saw him cry wasn’t what it was.
You hadn’t been on this mission, having been out of commission due to a broken foot. And you hadn’t been briefed or debriefed about what had happened.
Not until Simon arrives home. Your apartment was his second home. The one he spent more time in, keeping the old one out of a deep urge to have a refuge if he grows uncertain about anything or feels like he is being too much for you. Even when you assure him he never could be.
His masks was off.
All of them.
The balaclava removed at the base.
The eyeblack haphazardly rubbed off in the car before he drove here.
His heart open. Wounded.
He walks over to you. And you set your tea aside. Allowing him to crumple onto the couch beside you. But he doesn’t move to allow you to embrace him just yet.
Staring ahead at the paused movie you had been watching.
His lashes, still wet with makeup remover and perhaps even tears, were stained dark onyx in multiple places. His cheeks were slightly pink. Like he had rubbed too hard to remove the eyeblack.
Finally he looks at you.
And the pain in his eyes nearly breaks you. His voice, as he says your name, as if making sure it’s truly you, is raw, and forced, like it was all he could do to produce a sound. And the only other thing he says is another name.
“Johnny.”
And you know. You know what that means. And when he finally cries, perhaps for the first time since it happened, your heart shatters. Tears dragging the remaining eyeblack down his cheeks, their paths mapping out his despair at losing his best friend.
Your arms are quick to open and to hold him. Allowing him the space to cry. And be vulnerable. A few tears of your own leaking out as well.
Simon Riley was many things. And in this moment he was wounded. He needs you
Hi! You can just call me Sweets. I decided to start this blog when I had some very self indulgent ideas for the Outlast series of games. Mainly focusing on Trials and the Whistleblower DLC (I adore Eddie). I figured there were other people who would also like to indulge.
I occasionally use my OC, but I will try to keep this reader insert, probably using pet names I think each character would use for ease of reading. But I also use (Name) for the reader as I prefer to type in third person. But I can and will do second if it fits.
Needless to say this blog is 18+
Anyway here’s a little info about me.
I’m a Capricorn.
I’m Non-Binary. She/They.
I am disabled. Tourette’s Syndrome, Bipolar, ADHD, C-PTSD, Ménière's disease, Peripheral Neuropathy, PMOS (formerly PCOS).
I am a uterine cancer survivor.
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I chose to start a new side blog due to the vibes I’m going for here don’t properly fit with my main fanfic blog. But please check it out if you’re interested Sons of Anarchy, Mayans, Call of Duty, or WWE fanfic among others. :)
I made the header on Picsart with clip art found there. Anything I make I got the Images from Pinterest and put it together on Picsart. Dividers all sourced from @saradika-graphics
Hey so I started this new blog based around the Outlast games. The fics and ideas are much darker than I want on this blog. I haven’t posted any fics yet, but don’t worry there are some coming very soon. Please enjoy at your own risk.
Summary: Johanna Lilith Teller is Jax’s twin sister. The person he is truly closest to. She even refers to him as her other half. Born at the same time they understand each other on the deepest level. She is away from Charming most of the year though, as a traveling tattoo artist, seeking fulfillment for her artistic soul, to find what will satisfy that space in her heart. She comes back home to settle her own mind a few times a year to keep connected to her roots and her family. But she always leaves again. Except this time a call from her mother brings her back suddenly. With one phrase “Jax needs you.” And her life will never be the same.
In this chapter: Lilith returns home to find out what has happened with Wendy and the baby.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): mentions of drug use, overdose, Gemma being Gemma about Wendy, angst, keeping secrets, mentions of premature birth and the fear of infant death, mentions of surgery, violence
Word Count: 3257
A/N: I am so proud to finally have this ready to post! I hope you all enjoy the story and Lili. Also there will be a chapter 1.5 for what I imply at the end of this chapter before moving onto episode 2. Meant to post this Wednesday but I’m a caregiver for my Nana, life gets hectic.
Charming has never truly changed. That’s both kept me coming back and what keeps me leaving again.
—
Typically Lilith wasn’t driving back into town like this so soon after another visit. She’d only driven off two months prior. Having only stayed a few days to regroup before heading to the next town where she had a gig at a tattoo shop lined up.
But then her mom called her. With the only thing that could make her drop everything. And she didn’t use it ever unless it was the truth and necessary.
“Jax needs you, baby.”
Her brother. Her other half. He needed her.
And based on the tone of her voice it was the truth. So she packed her car up and headed off. Glad she’d only taken a month by month lease.
She didn’t question anything. She didn’t doubt.
The one relationship in the world that mattered more than her freedom to her was with Jax. Maybe it was the twin thing. They were connected in a way that nobody could break.
As she drove past the welcome sign she felt something dark settle in her gut. Like something on the horizon was going to change her entire world.
She swallowed that feeling down and made her way to Teller-Morrow. She wasn’t even going to stop by her mom’s place first. Something told her she needed to go directly to the garage.
The lack of bikes outside made that feeling twist inside of her even tighter. Like a cobra about to strike. She didn’t even see her mother’s car.
That made the worry twist tighter. She parked and got out. Hurrying to the office to see if anyone was there. Thankfully the first person she saw was the prospect she’d met recently.
“Hey, where the fuck is my mom?” She asked him as she hurried over.
Half-Sack startled a bit and turned to look at the young woman he had been slightly intimidated by when they first met. The confidence that came from being a Teller.
“Umm, what?” He asked.
“Where is Gemma? Or Jax? Clay, Tig, Chibs? Any of these names ringing a bell? My mom called and told me to get my ass back here and I find no one here, where is my fucking family, kid?” She was honestly scared and was unintentionally taking it out on the prospect.
But she could worry about that later. The young man seemed to snap back into the moment before thinking about who to tell her the location of first. Who he could tell her the location of.
“Umm…well…Gemma’s at St. Thomas…something to do with Jax’s ex…” he said.
“Shit,” she cursed before racing back to her car.
She only hoped that the baby was okay. She was going to beat the shit out of Wendy when she got her hands on her. But right now she understood why her mother had called her this morning.
She had only been a couple towns over and could bail before making a commitment to a month by month lease. She’d just been in a motel searching ads for a place when her phone rang.
She had barely thought as she packed back into her car and checked out of the motel before heading back home. Just like now she was heading to the hospital on instinct alone. She arrived just as Jax’s bike followed by Bobby and Chibs pulled out of the parking lot heading somewhere in a hurry.
She fought the urge to follow and instead found a spot and rushed inside calling her mom to find out what floor she was on and heading up there. The second she saw her mom she ran over and embraced her.
Gemma kept a strong face with most people. But Lilith was one of the only people she let see her weak. That bond between mother and daughter. They kept strong for the men in their lives but with each other they could just be vulnerable.
“What the fuck happened?” Lilith asked when they parted.
“Jax asked me to go check on Wendy cause she wasn’t answering his calls,” Gemma explained as Lilith scoffed at how typical that was, “I went by the house, found her passed out on the kitchen floor…she was using again…”
“Damn junkie bitch!” Lilith said, “And the baby?”
“They’re operating, he’s got some kinda tear in his stomach and the family flaw,” Gemma said.
“Is he going to live?” She was desperate for hope, her hand over her own chest, fear tearing through her.
“We don’t know…” Gemma was honest.
The two women stood there for a moment. The weight of everything that had happened heavy on their hearts. A poor baby’s life hung in the balance. Due to the mother’s desire for a high over their child’s life.
“How did Jax take that?” She asked, her heart aching for her twin brother.
“Clay sent Chibs and Bobby to be sure he doesn’t get arrested,” Gemma said, “Looking for whoever sold to her.”
“Darby,” Lilith said under her breath and Gemma nodded.
Lilith knew it was best not to seek him out yet. He had to work through this shit to start with on his own. The anger and the violence. And whoever started all of this. Whoever sold to Wendy…she didn’t envy them.
“Come sit down,” Gemma said, guiding her only daughter over to the waiting area, mothers instinct knowing the rage boiling in her.
Lilith nodded and let her. She slid into a chair and sighed deeply.
“There’s more…” Gemma said, knowing that Lilith needed to be warned.
“What else?” The female Teller twin asked.
What more could there possibly be?
“Tara’s one of the doctors,” Gemma said making her daughter's head snap up.
Tara? Of fucking course.
—
There’s something surreal about sitting in a hospital waiting room. While your first nephew is being worked on. The surgery being assisted by your brother’s ex. The one who broke his heart and ran off.
I can only wait. Hold my mother’s hand. And hope.
—
Gemma and Lilith left around an hour after knowing that the baby wouldn’t be operated in today. Gemma went to clean up at Jax’s house while Lilith went back to T.M. to try and see Jax.
She knew her brother. He wouldn’t be at the hospital yet. He wouldn’t be able to face it. To face any kind of mistake he felt like he made.
—
And he did make mistakes with Wendy. The baby.
Abel.
Perfect name. Biblical. Ironic for this family.
He should have been more involved even if he didn’t want Wendy anymore. Mom is going to blame Wendy fully. And she does have most of the fault.
I only hope he survives.
—
Jax needed her. It was her responsibility to help him bear this weight. As his twin she was his other half. Their souls bloomed into existence side by side. Yet she was born just ten minutes before him, so she bore the weight of both twin and older sister in her heart.
So she drove to T.M.
Finding his bike wasn’t there yet. He was still off doing whatever it was he needed to for the club and his own mind. So she walked in, looking around to see who was there. Zeroing in on Juice working on his laptop at the bar. Clay and Tig were gone as well.
Only one person to talk to.
She walked over and plopped onto the barstool beside him.
“Hey Juicey,” she cooed sweetly.
The young man looked up from his computer and grinned at her. “Hey Lilith, back too soon to change your hair again,” he joked.
“You and everyone else here loves it,” she laughed.
Juice just grinned. He knew she had to be worried. He could see it. And he hated the way it took that sparkle from her eyes.
Before he could say anything else the doors to the clubhouse opened and Clay stormed in followed by Tig and Jax. Calling for Church.
“I’ll text you?” he said.
“Please,” she replied.
She decided to wait. She didn’t want to clean up the drug den that Wendy must have turned Jax’s house into. So she sat at the bar and pulled out her journal and sketchbook to distract herself.
Who knew how long this club meeting would take?
—
There’s always been an eeriness to the clubhouse when all the guys are in Church. It’s just me and the prospect. And he’s not exactly the most…conversational with me.
I think I intimidate him.
How cute.
—
Church let out and she could see the weight of the world on Jax’s shoulders as he walked out. She was quick to hurry over. He seemed to feel her before he saw her arms opening for his sister’s embrace.
“I’m here,” she murmured.
Jax just squeezed her tighter. She was right. He needed her. And it was obvious in his hug. A desperate cling to reality.
“I’m here,” she said again.
Finally she let go. “Mom’s at your place stress cleaning but you need to go to the hospital,” she said.
“I know…I will…” he said.
“Now, Jackson,” she said, looking at him seriously.
“You know I think the purple fits you better than the red you had last time,” he said.
“Jax,” she said with an exasperated laugh.
Her brother grinned at her. The kind of smile that could barely cover the pain in his heart or the stress in his soul.
“Lili,” he replied in the same tone.
She laughed and let him go on to do whatever he felt like he needed to in the clubhouse. Deciding to make the rounds herself.
Stopping to hug Bobby and Chibs. Greeting Piney at the bar. Pecking her step-father’s cheek before getting the biggest hug from Tig.
“Hey Lil,” he said softly, “Knew you’d be here.”
“Like I could let him suffer alone,” she murmured, “He’s my twin, Uncle Tigger.”
She had always called him that, ever since she was barely able to talk. She was closer to Tig than to her step father. Or any of the other men in the club. Everyone knew it.
If she needed advice from a man she went to him. Always him.
“He’s gonna get all wrapped up in his own mental shit,” Tig said.
“I’m gonna do my best to help him,” Lilith promised.
“No, don’t promise me that, you’ll lose yourself in that,” Tig told her seriously.
“He’s my twin Tig, I don’t have a choice,” she murmured.
Tig sighed and just hugged her again. She’d always made taking care of Jax her first priority. Just like Jax had always made protecting her his.
“Nothing we can do tonight, Princess,” Tig assured her.
Lilith nodded, “I know,” she said, “I’ll just hang out here for a bit…mom’s at Jax’s and I do not want to be roped into scrubbing his toilets.”
The tension in Tig’s shoulders eased as he laughed, making Lilith smile. She was going to make an effort to take care of herself. Her humor was a promise of that.
He led her to the bar to grab a drink. Everyone in that family deserves one tonight.
—
The first time I got drunk wasn’t with Jax or Opie, it was at a party I knew I shouldn’t have been at. But the guy I was crushing on was there and my best friend in high school swore it was a good idea to crash the party to make a good impression. I’d raided my mom’s closet and chosen something sexy.
My friend abandoned me when her boyfriend turned up. And despite being raised by bikers I didn’t know how to act at this kind of party. I drank with a few people. But I knew something wasn’t right with the last one.
I stumbled out of the party and made it to a corner store pay phone. I don’t know how I could walk with how dizzy I was.
I didn’t call my mom. Or Clay.
Too embarrassed and scared to face that music.
I called the only man I trusted to keep me safe.
My Uncle Tig.
—
Jax disappeared around an hour later and Lilith could only hope it was to go see his son. That boy needed the strength that only the love from his father could give him. She had wandered away from Tig to lounge on one of the well worn couches with a soda. She had to drive and hated to drink more than a couple before doing so.
She looked around and took in the sight of the men in the clubhouse. Her family.
Clay, Bobby, and Tig were in an intense hushed conversation in the corner. Chibs was smoking at the bar and flirting with one of the new sweet butts who had been hanging around lately. Lilith hadn’t bothered to learn her name.
Juice was busy on his laptop. The prospect was behind the bar pouring Piney another drink.
She smiled softly. The sound of classic rock music was almost like a lullaby to her.
So many nights she’d fallen asleep on a couch after a family party. Or in a dorm when she had to stay home sick from school.
With a sigh she got up and decided to go back to her mom’s to get some rest. If she was going to be around town for a while she would need it.
She got up and tossed her soda in a trash can before making the rounds to tell everyone goodnight.
“Drive safe,” Tig said, ever the protective one.
“Always,” she assured him, “Probably gonna grab some food before heading back to mom’s.”
—
There is something comforting about the way an old school diner never changes. Especially this one. The ‘Old Charming Diner’ is where I got my first job. Where I spent hours after school doing homework with my friends.
More like gossiping about cute guys.
And rolling my eyes at how many of them said my brother was the cutest guy in school.
I’ve been to plenty of diners as I travel. I always take a photo of the sign. I’ve got a an entire album of them. I do it with welcome signs too.
I’ve always been the artist between Jax and I…probably why I haven’t settled down with anyone yet. That’s my free spirit.
Jax gets the bike. I get the talent.
—
Lilith sat in a booth with her back to a wall, facing the door. It was all in how she was raised. While Charming for the most part was a safe town, she was raised by criminals.
And she worked as a tattoo artist in many other small towns and cities throughout the country. She’d dealt with all types of people. She knew that you really didn’t know who you could trust.
There was no real look to danger.
But there was this gut feeling she would always get. A sixth sense that came from growing up in the criminal element. Reading people was second nature.
Any kind of person could be a risk. So she always observed, inconspicuously. Took in the way they acted when they felt like nobody was truly watching. The fact that she was a pretty young woman helped with her ability to observe without being noticed doing so.
She took notice of everyone who came into the diner. People that she had grown up with and around. No new faces.
Never in Charming. She thought with a smirk as she sipped her coke, Charming is a town that never changes.
There was something artistic about that. She supposed. A beauty in the mundane. In the unchanging way of life. The salt of the earth were the people who lived here.
She looked down when the next patrons entered the diner. A couple of officers accompanied by none other than Deputy Hale. The last person she wanted to talk to right now.
But who noticed her right off the bat.
She sighed and set her drink down. Readying for a conversation as he made his way over to her.
The young deputy had always made it a point to seek her out when she was in town. Jax always joked he still had a crush on her. Which made her shudder to think about. That was the last thing she needed was a cop with a hard on for her.
She always suspected he was trying to find out something he could use against SAMCRO from her. Or use her to drive a wedge between her and her family.
Cops were all the same.
“Lilith,” he greeted.
The only benefit to hometown cops is they know what to call you. She thought before putting in the dealing with cops version of a customer service smile.
“Deputy,” she said.
“Come on, we’re old friends, you know you can call me David,” he said, somewhat flirtatiously.
Maybe Jax is on to something. Gross. Lilith thought before forcing the thought out of her mind.
Her smile was tighter as she said again, “Deputy,” she could see the irritation behind his eyes, still he kept it personable as per usual.
“Just wanted to check in, you're back in town so soon after you last left,” he said.
“It’s a small town, you know why I came home, Deputy,” she said, "Family is everything.”
He nodded, “Yes…yes it is.” He said, “Let me know if you need anything.”
That was always an offer. And a lure. She didn’t need help from him. Ever. If she got into trouble she didn’t call the cops. She called Jax. Or Clay. Or Tig.
Chibs, Piney, Opie, Bobby, Juice!
Never the cops.
She nodded in response, “Have a good night, Deputy,” she said politely and went back to her meal.
When Hale walked away was when she could breathe easy again. She hated talking to him. The implication of being the SAMCRO princess and having a casual conversation with local enemy number two wasn’t a good look.
She finished her food and paid. Figuring she needed to get back to her mom and Clay’s place for the night. She checked her phone, fielding her mother’s requests for help scrubbing Jax’s house claiming to be exhausted. Plus she wanted to grab a shower and get unpacked and decompress from such a shocking day.
It was close enough to the truth.
She put her phone away and sighed softly. She hated lying to her mom. But this little white lie kept her sane. It wasn’t like she was doing anything truly wrong.
She headed back to her car and drove off. Texting that she was on her way. She truly did need to decompress.
—
Juice looked up from where he was waiting by his bike outside his apartment building as a familiar shimmery blue Camaro pulled onto the lot. Drove to where it was hidden from the street. He pushed off his bike and walked over to open the door.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said.
“Hey Juicy,” Lilith replied as she got out of the car and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, allowing him to pull her into a kiss.
These little rendezvous were their secret. A much needed escape from the rest of the world.
“Take me to bed, Juice…make me forget this fucking day…” she murmured.
“With pleasure,” the young Puerto Rican man said with another one of his signature boyish smiles.
Tomorrow the world would go on. But tonight, they could forget together.
Summary: Herman Kozik never thought he would want to have kids. He’s a biker, an ex-junkie, he wouldn’t be a good father anyway. But when an ex girlfriend gives him the chance to be in the life of their daughter even before the birth. He leaps at it. He won’t abandon her like he was. With the help of his ex, his best friend, and even Mama Lowman he finds that he loves being her father.
In this chapter: Circe is spending the day at the SAMTAC clubhouse with her dad while her mom goes for a job interview.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): fluff, this is tooth rotting, cotton candy grade fluff!
Word Count: 2439
A/N: Finally getting this chapter done felt amazing! I hope you all enjoy it too!
“Daddy!” A young blonde girl shrieked as she ran up to a blond man in a kutte waiting outside of a biker clubhouse.
“There’s my babygirl!” Kozik laughed as he scooped her up, kissing her cheek.
“Circe, you can’t just run off like that,” Jennifer cried hurrying over.
The young girl pouted as her father agreed with his ex, the child’s mother. “Hey Jen, thanks for dropping her off,” he said.
“Thanks for watching her last minute, I really need to nail this interview,” Jennifer said.
“It’s no problem, the guys love our little princess, plus, any excuse for some daddy-daughter time,” Kozik laughed and bounced the young girl on his hip.
Jennifer passed him her small bag for the day. Things to keep Circe occupied as well as some snacks and juice. Just in case the guys ran out. They’d started keeping juice boxes behind the bar for when Circe came to visit.
“She’s so thrilled cause you can still pick her up,” Jenifer laughed before kissing her daughter’s cheek, “Be a good girl today, Circe.”
“Yes Momma,” Circe giggled.
“Keep an eye on your daddy, don’t let him get into any trouble,” Jennifer teased.
“I will!” Circe declared.
“Oh just set my own child on me,” Kozik said in faux scandal.
He laughed as Jennifer hurried back to her car. He hoped she got this new job. She’d been working hard earning a degree while co-parenting their daughter. Truthfully she did more of the heavy lifting since he often had to leave for days at a time on runs for the club.
But she never denied him any time with her. He had been a man of his word. He hadn’t had anything stronger than a joint since he got out of rehab. He supposed that made him California sober or whatever that lame ass term was. But he never smoked anything other than cigarettes when Circe was around and was a lighter hand with the booze.
He and Jennifer both wanted her to have a strong home life. Even though they weren’t together. And never would be again. They agreed that their child deserved to have cooperative parents.
He still loved Jennifer. But not like before. And she felt the same for him.
He loved his daughter with his whole heart though. Circe was his everything. And every single one of his club brothers knew it.
“Ready to hang out with me, and Happy, and the rest of the guys?” He asked.
He knew she liked her Uncle Happy the most. Due to him being around more often. And he trusted Happy with her more than anyone else.
“Happy!” She squealed excitedly.
He could talk about every brother she had ever met but if Happy wasn’t included she’d ask about him. As he carried her inside he smiled.
He never knew that being a dad could feel so good. The pride he felt that she was his. He set her down when they got inside and announced she was there.
She quickly ran over to Happy first. The tall, intimidating man quickly scooped her into a hug. Unashamed to show his affection to the child.
“Did you miss me, Cici?” He asked.
“A little bit,” she answered sweetly.
Happy grinned as she hurried around the clubhouse to say hi to everyone. Kozik setting her bag on a worn out couch. Her favorite stuffed rabbit, a gift from Mama Lowman for her fifth birthday which had just passed.
“She’s already asking when we can visit your Mom again,” Kozik joked.
“Well, to her, that’s her first grandchild,” Happy said.
“Only grandparent she’s gonna get too,” Kozik said, “Jenn is determined that her parents will have nothing to do with Cici growing up.”
“Can’t blame her,” Happy commented.
Kozik shook his head. No he couldn’t. They’d called once after Circe was born. Didn’t even ask Jennifer about the baby or how she was doing. Merely asked if she was finally going to admit she was wrong about her life choices.
Jennifer had been sobbing on the phone during a phone call to him while he was locked up.
He let out a breath and forced those thoughts away as his little girl ran over and tugged on his jeans. Her brown eyes wide with wonder. God those eyes were so precious.
“Hey babygirl, you need help up?” He asked.
She nodded, “A little bit, please,” she said sweetly, holding her arms up.
Kozik leaned down and quickly scooped her up to settle her on a stool at the bar. She grinned and kicked her legs. The young woman behind the bar today, Tilly, walked over and smiled at her. All the crow eaters and sweet butts fawned over the girl. They thought she was the cutest thing.
“I don’t think you’re old enough for a beer sweetheart,” she teased, making Circe giggle, “I do have some apple juice back here, just for you.”
Tilly was already getting the bottle out and making a cup for the young girl.
“You want some, babygirl?” Kozik asked, he and Jennifer both trying to encourage her still developing social skills simply like this.
“A little bit, please,” Circe said with a bashful smile.
The sight of a Barbie sippy cup full of juice in a biker clubhouse was unusual, but nobody acted like that. Because it belonged to the Princess of SAMTAC. Tilly set the cup in front of her with a smile.
“Thank you!” Circe said happily, she took a sip while looking over at her dad.
“Can I color?” She asked.
“Of course,” Kozik said and got up to get her coloring supplies from her backpack.
While Kozik was setting her up with colors at the bar the charter president came in and called for Church. Kozik made sure she was okay and told her to mind Tilly. She was only a bartender and was one of the few people that Kozik trusted to watch Circe when he needed to step away. He kissed the top of her head and headed back with the other Sons.
“I promise,” Circe said and began to color, humming softly.
“You like hanging out here with me, dontcha?” Tilly asked with a grin.
“A little bit,” Circe said with a smile.
Tilly walked over to the old school juke box in the clubhouse and changed the music to a song she knew that the little girl liked. She was always doing her best to keep the trust she had gained. It didn’t hurt that she had a daughter around three years older than Circe.
“How old are you now, Circe?” Tilly asked.
She knew the answer, she’d helped Jennifer and Kozik set up the birthday party they’d thrown at the clubhouse. But she always tried to engage the young girl in conversation so she didn’t get too anxious when the guys had Church.
Especially when it might run long. And while like most women around a Sons charter, she wasn’t privy to any delicate information, but as the bartender she could pick up on when things were getting tense.
Distracting Circe was her job during these moments. And she took it seriously.
These guys had saved her life by giving her this job. And kept both her and her daughter safe during lockdowns. She felt connected to them. And had developed a friendship with Jennifer since Circe was born. Helping her out and babysitting her when Jennifer had night shifts.
Jennifer had even babysat Tilly’s daughter Georgia. She was now like an auntie to Circe.
“Four!” Circe declared proudly holding up the matching number of fingers.
“You gonna be starting kindergarten soon?” She asked.
“Yep,” Circe nodded, “Momma says I’m super smart!”
“You certainly are,” Tilly complimented, “You’ll be in the same school as my Gigi.”
Circe’s eyes widened as she looked at Tilly.
“But she’s a big kid!” She exclaimed.
Tilly laughed. Her daughter was only seven, but she understood how to a four year old seven seemed so much older.
“Yes, but not the biggest kid,” Tilly laughed, “Like Lizard’s son,” she referenced one of the other SAMTAC member’s oldest child, a thirteen year old boy, that she had met around Christmas last year.
Circe thought about that for a moment before nodding her agreement. A teenager may as well be an adult in the mind of a preschooler.
Circe kept busy even as Church ran long. Longer than it had in a while. She switched from coloring to playing Barbies with Tilly until she had to go to pick her daughter up from the bust stop down the street. Leaving her under the watchful eye of one of the member’s Old Lady, who had just dropped by to see him. Though of course, couldn’t due to the men being locked behind the large wooden door. Discussing things the women and young girl were not supposed to overhear.
While Gigi did her first grade homework, Circe napped on a worn out couch. Tilly kept an eye on the clock and the doors which hid the world she wasn’t meant to know about. She texted Jennifer when she heard Kozik’s phone go off in the box they all dumped them in before Church.
Letting her know why Koz wasn’t answering.
She made snacks for the girls and entertained them by letting them throw a little dance party together. Choosing songs none of the guys would ever have playing in the clubhouse.
Finally Church let out and all the guys looked even more worse for wear than usual. Most shuffling to the bar for beers. Kozik instantly going to his daughter and scooping her up. The way he always did before a run. Hugging her tightly. And spinning her making her giggle.
“Hope you had fun with Tilly today, princess,” he said to keep the mood light.
“Yeah, she even played Barbie’s with me!” Circe declared.
Kozik nodded to thank the young woman behind the bar. He’d tell Jennifer when she came to pick up Circe about the run.
It wasn’t until the following Monday, this whole day was spent planning things out right. So he had the weekend to spend with his little girl. He was going to ask if he could keep her until Sunday.
He knew Jennifer would agree.
She saw how much he loved their daughter. And how much it killed him when he had to leave Tacoma. But he always did his best to come home. He had a reason to keep fighting. To be as safe as possible out there on the road.
It wasn’t easy.
But for his Circe, he’d do anything.
—
Circe was snoozing on Kozik’s couch after dinner while Jennifer and he talked in low voices about what was going on.
“I got the job, by the way,” Jennifer said, “Is this a lockdown run or just a long one?”
Kozik breathed a sigh of relief, she’d been working so hard. It would be easier for her to have a typical nine to five rather than waitress work. Especially with his chaotic life as both biker and mechanic.
“Just a long one, have to head to Charming for a few days, something came up with the SAMCRO.” He said, being both vague and informative at the same time.
Something always seemed to be going on with the mother charter. And Tacoma was the best charter to assist. It didn’t hurt that that was due to being the charter that had Happy in it, if everyone were honest.
“When?” Jennifer asked.
“Monday, gonna head out before sunrise,” he said, “Figured you could grab babygirl after dinner.”
Jennifer nodded, “Or you could bring her to my apartment and have dinner there and be able to help me tuck her in, easier than just goodbye.” She suggested.
Kozik nodded, “Yeah, that sounds better.” He said.
They were quiet a moment, both nursing beers as a Disney movie played quietly on his TV while their daughter cuddled with her favorite stuffed bunny and slept soundly on the couch. Untouched by the drama that came with being intertwined with the Sons of Anarchy.
Kozik and Jennifer had worked hard to be sure of that as best they could. They knew it couldn’t be avoided forever. But for now, she still held the innocence of any other child. Her dad just had a motorcycle and friends who also had motorcycles with weird nicknames like Lizard or Donut.
“She still asking when she can ride with me?” Kozik asked to lighten the mood.
“Oh yes, she wants to know just how big of a kid she needs to be to ride with Daddy or Uncle Happy,” Jennifer laughed.
“You know one day she might ask if she can have a bike of her own,” Kozik joked.
“Oh I don’t doubt that,” Jennifer nodded with a smile, “That is on you to decide though.”
Kozik was surprised and was quick to ask why. Jennifer’s reasons were sound. Because Koz knew riding. He understood motorcycles in a way that she just didn’t. He had ridden thousands of miles both with the club and on his own.
If Circe ever seriously asked to have a bike of her own, he would be able to say best if and when she would be ready to even learn to ride. He would be the one to help her choose a bike. Teach her to do maintenance on it. How to keep herself safe when riding.
Kozik would obviously take Jennifer’s feelings into account. But when it came to motorcycles he word could be considered law in their little family.
“Let’s give it a few more years before I start thinking seriously about my baby girl with her own Harley,” he said with a tender smile.
He wanted to enjoy these times where she was still small for as long as possible. Still cuddling her bunny and coloring at the bar, sippy cup of apple juice beside her. Thinking of nothing else but how to wrangle one more cookie from one of her club uncles.
He wanted to preserve these moments forever. To live in them like tomorrow wouldn’t be another day of danger as a Son.
To pretend like Monday before sunrise he wouldn’t be heading down to Charming to help them out of a bind that could end up with him getting shot or worse.
In this moment all that mattered was enjoying his time as a father. And loving that little girl so much more than he ever thought he had the capacity to love anyone or anything.
Perhaps reader is new superstar joining the company. If you could include this, reader having a similar aesthetic to Jazmin bean, I’d really appreciate it.
A mysterious rising star who catches the eye of Dom. Neither Liv nor Roxanne could sway him anymore. He was going to make his own decisions, and that decision was proving that the only one he needed was reader.
Reader being aloof he decided to do something drastic to prove himself. Liv and Reader are having a title match? Looks like things aren’t going to go as planned…
(Specifically Liv thinking Dom with help her, only for that hope to shatter immediately. Something, something Dom putting the belt on reader, something something, ending with Dom begging for a chance with reader.)
Thank you so much, take as long as you need
Creepy or Cute?
Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Reader
Summary: Based on the request above, the reader and Dom are flirtatious but what started as fun quickly becomes real.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): typical WWE violence.
Word Count: 1484
A/N: I went a slightly different direction with the rivalry with Liv as well as the potential relationship with Dom than usual. Also sorry this took ages, life is life and it’s rough. For those that don’t know Jazmin Bean’s look, I included a gif. Lol. :) love them.
Finally moving to the WWE was like a dream. (Name) hadn’t expected to be signed so soon due to her aesthetic. Not that it wasn’t sellable or unheard of. But the whole creepy-cute, inhuman-girl thing had been taken before.
And most people didn’t always want to see the same personas over and over again. But she had her own twist on it. And she was excited to show it off. Especially due to her desire to be more alien inhuman than monster inhuman.
At least at the moment.
Her first few matches it had been slow for her to find her footing in the WWE. But once the she got it her momentum was shocking but welcome.
The plot that had come to unfold for her was to rival Liv Morgan. All because Dominik had complimented her look. The baby pink skeletal outfit. His joke about copying him had her laughing. Saying he definitely could do with more frills if he wanted to match her glory.
Liv had taken it personally.
When it wasn’t.
At least not at first.
But one too many passive aggressive comments had (Name) feeling petty.
She made it a mission to have one part of her gear seemingly perfectly complimentary to Dominik’s. Who seemed none the wiser to the behind the scenes feud between the two women.
He was still all over Liv and being friendly with (Name). Teasing her about how long her face paint had to take. Liv and (Name) played nice in front of him. Because this was no longer about him…at least not to (Name).
Sure it started as catty, like two high school girls interested in the same boy, only one playing around about it, but of course as fully grown WWE superstars. Now it was a full blown rivalry that was leaking onto air. And the fans were eating it up. Every little comment and eye roll.
The audience loved it.
It seemed like every guy in the Judgement Day didn’t see it. Roxanne did though. And she was playing both sides.
Because more than being petty with each other Liv and (Name) respected each other. And they both wanted to come out on top. And now that Liv had a championship it was even more serious. Because that became (Name’s) main goal.
She wasn’t an official Judgement Day member, so putting herself into the lineup of challengers for the belt wasn’t a true betrayal.
Of course her tentative friendship with everyone was being challenged by that choice. But her logic was that it was time she tried. Of course even if she lost at least Liv would still have it.
It sounded so sarcastic. But she didn’t care. It was time to actually make a name for herself outside of the indies.
Dominik was admittedly suspicious but didn’t think Liv would take it as badly as she must have. Because he became painfully aware when Liv sabotaged (Name’s) gear before Raw one night. Spray painting the word “Skank”’on the back of her jacket.
And (Name) didn’t know until she walked out that night. The word had to be quickly blurred. Shesss thankful for the two minute delay with live TV.
It was a total scandal.
Everyone at home suspected Liv. But no cameras had caught the act.
(Name) knew it was Liv. Only one person would dare sabotage her like this. And she decided that it was time to truly up the game. Because it was no longer a game.
She won her match and then afterwards was on a mission. (Name) sought her out, doing a promo spot, which meant the cameras were on. Perfect.
“You’ve got my attention now!” She snarled as she rushed her.
The two wrestlers having to be pulled off of each other. Both being shocked that Dominik had been the one to grab (Name) around the waist to yank her away from Liv. Finn having grabbed Liv.
The two women spitting insults at each other the entire time.
“Next week that title is mine!” (Name) declared, “I’m gonna make you tap!”
“You wish bitch!” Liv glared at her, “Let her go Dom!”
Dominik slowly let his arms slide away as he did as Liv told her. She watched them walk away, confused as Dominik looked back at her. She crossed her arms. She was going to get Liv for her prank. Take her belt and her notoriety.
—
The match came up and (Name) was ready. This time her gear was all her own again. No subtly matching Dom. Because this wasn’t part of her game. This was all her.
Liv was walked down by Dominik who seemed out of the moment. Like he didn’t wanna be there. Like he was contemplating his choices as Liv made her way to the ring.
The ref held the belt up and it was time for the match to begin. The two ladies were not pulling their punches, they weren’t playing around. They were truly giving the audience the best match of their lives.
Nobody interfered. That wasn’t what this was for. This was about the two women in the ring. They were determined.
They were fairly evenly matched. And played off each other well. They made for good opponents. And it was debated online if they could make matching tag partners as well or not. Their love hate could either be a benefit or a detriment.
Right now it was a benefit as Liv managed to get (Name) off her feet. And rain a few blows down on her before (Name) countered her.
She had Liv in a submission hold. She would get her to tap out. That was one of her biggest skills in the ring. And everyone knew that. But Liv was good at getting out of the.
She’d been getting her in and out of holds their entire match history.
Liv lasted longer than most. But she did eventually tap in this match. There was no getting out of the hold.
(Name) let her go and stepped back raising her arms in victory. Loving the roar of the crowd as it was announced she’d just won the championship from Liv.
Before she could leave she and the crowd were stunned by Dominik entering the ring. Everyone waiting on him to pick Liv up off the mat and sever ties with (Name). That was what she had expected to happen.
But he didn’t do that.
No.
He took the belt from the ref and put it on (Name). Physically professing his alignment to her. She stared at him in shock. She never would have thought he would do this. Liv was now outside of the ring, being supported by Roxanne, staring at them seemingly heartbroken.
Dominik promised her that he would be good to her. He was always good to the women in his life. She was stunned. She never expected him to actually be serious with the flirtatious comments he would throw her way.
She looked around at everything before her eyes landed back on his. She reached up and cupped his cheek, seemingly accepting his affections.
“You gotta prove that,” she told him before exiting the ring.
Saying in character was hard when her heart was pounding like crazy.
Dominik followed her and caught her once the cameras were off, “I was serious,” he said.
“Since when?” She asked.
“Since I noticed you matching my gear…just little bits, but I think…we’d work well together,” he said.
“But…you’re with Liv…you and I are friends…” she said.
“I’m not with Liv anymore…haven’t been for a while…it was all for the audience…but I want to be more than friends…” he teased her.
She blushed darkly. She knew it was a risk. Mixing romance and work. But if she was honest. She’d always kinda been into him, but she respected relationships. She bit her lip before nodding, leaning up and pecking his lips, trying not to have any of her face paint come off on him.
He didn’t let it stay as a simple peck as he gave her a proper kiss. Holding her close. Before letting her walk off to clean up after her match. Grinning like an idiot, not caring that her lipstick was on his lips and some of her face paint was on him now.
He wanted her and he was gonna prove that he was serious about her. With the support of his best friend of course.
“You look like an idiot when you actually love someone, ya know that, Dominik?” Liv joked as she walked over.
“Shut up,” he laughed and shook his head.
“I can’t believe she hasn’t picked up on just how into her you are until now,” she laughed.
“Yeah, yeah, but then again, we were convincing,” he joked before they parted ways, him heading to wait for (Name) so he could take her out for dinner after work.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader and/or Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Supernatural/The Boys Crossover! (Name) is a hunter. Rescued and raised by Bobby Singer. Currently living and hunting with Sam and Dean, harboring a secret crush on Dean for years. But living with the pining. On a hunt for a suspected djinn, (Name) gets caught and the dream world she is sent to isn’t so dreamy, and is far too real…and the Dean doppelgänger is giving her more attention than her Dean ever did.
In this chapter: (Name) wakes up the next morning and realized that she is still in bed with Soldier Boy. And now she has to explain things to The Boys, while hoping her boys can save her sooner rather than later.
(Name) groaned as a sliver of sunlight assaulted her eyes from the askew curtains. That wasn’t an unusual occurrence. It happened in motels all the time. After rough hunts it didn’t usually wake her like this. So what had woken her up.
She heard banging again and realized someone was knocking on the motel room door. She groaned again and yanked the blanket over her head.
It was probably Sam, or Dean, they had a key. They were just being sure she was decent. Like usual when she roomed separately.
That caused her eyes to shoot open.
She hadn’t roomed separately this hunt. Shit whichever Winchester it was must have forgotten their key. She was preparing to get up when she felt a warm arm wrap around her waist and yank her back into an equally warm chest.
“Go away!” A voice she knew so well that cause heat to coil in her lower stomach.
That mind melting baritone that filled her nightly fantasies. But the edge to it reminded her exactly where she was. She bit her lip and tried to wriggle away. This was wrong. She was uncertain if he would take this wrong or not.
“Stay still,” he growled in her ear.
“Look, I’m going out for food, what the fuck does your new freind want for breakfast?” Someone called from the other side of the door.
She didn’t recognize the voice but it wasn’t the gruff British one. Before Soldier Boy could answer that he had no clue she decided to put her order in.
“A monster energy…mega can…and a pack of Marlboro reds,” she called out.
“What about food?” The voice asked incredulously.
“I don’t care…fuck it just…Hashbrowns…and bacon.:.” she curled back in on herself and huffed.
She knew that she should be polite, the were bringing her food. But she was mentally exhausted. Soldier Boy chucked and gave her a squeeze.
“You know how to give orders, huh?” He teased.
“I’ve learned to be assertive,” she yawned, no longer struggling to get out of his hold, it was comfortable.
“Your dad?” He asked.
“Aunt actually, she and her husband ran a roadhouse, catered to hunters, Ellen was a badass,” (Name) said with a soft smile, "I miss her…”
“She died?” Ben asked.
“Yeah…few years back…taking out a pack of hellhounds…her and my best friend, her daughter…” she murmured.
The reality of what had happened making the pain twist in her gut like a knife again. She buried her face into the pillow and choked back the pain. Forcing it down. This man did not need or deserve to see her that weak.
She didn’t even cry like that in front of the Winchesters more than once for any specific trauma. Well, except for when Bobby died. When the man she considered her father was gone. She had cried for weeks. Thankfully they were there for her.
Understanding why she wanted to stay in the motels rather than actively participate in hunts for a few weeks. Why she cried when certain songs came on.
Dean even let her play her music that she wanted on the anniversary of his death. On his birthday. And hers.
It was one of the exceptions to the music rule of Baby. Birthdays. Even Sam got to change the music on his. Dean giving him a bit of a harder time for his choices than he gave (Name). Bobby’s birthday became a day where they played his favorite music.
It was a way of feeling close to the man who had been so important to all three of them. She took a deep breath as her heart rate calmed down.
She felt lips softer than they had any right to be press against the nape of her neck, exposed by the baggy t-shirt she had worn to sleep. She jumped a bit at the tender affection.
“What was that for?” She asked.
“Distraction, I can hear your heart,” he explained, “I can tell the difference in heartbeats between being upset or excited…”
He chuckled at the spike that revelation gave her heart. He actually cuddled her closer. Holding her like she was his favorite teddy bear. She wasn’t trying to get out of his hold though.
She was doing her best to convince herself that it was due to recognizing how strong he was compared to her. And that was probably partially true. The other part of it was the understanding and comfort he had offered her the night before.
He hadn’t tried to convince her to get close to him. To have sex with him. He seemed confident he would have to. That she would fall for his charms eventually.
If she was honest with herself…if she was here for too long…he was probably right.
He may have Dean’s face, but that wasn’t it. He was so different from Dean…but still so charismatic. She couldn’t help but feel comfortable with him. To trust him partially.
She was still keeping him metaphorically at arms length.
“They’re gonna think I fucked you last night…” she murmured.
“Probably,” he said, “That gonna be a problem for you?”
(Name) shrugged, “I don’t know…I don’t know these guys…don’t trust them…don’t wanna deal with getting crap for you deciding I was interesting.” She added a joke to keep herself calmer.
“I mean…we could always give them a reason to think we fucked…” Ben suggested his one of his hands moving to grope her hips, his mouth on the nape of her neck again, planting lazy kisses on the tender skin.
She squeaked and tried to wiggle away, only for him to hold her firmly.
“Ben,” she said, appealing to him by using his actual name, “No.”
Shockingly to many she was certain Soldier Boy stopped the second the firm ‘no’ left her lips. Sure he liked rough and dirty sex that could get a little intense and towards cnc (though he didn’t know that it had a name) he respected a woman’s no.
His hand moved back to just holding her. “Hey, it was just a suggestion, I’ve got more patience than you think.” He joked.
She was anxious due to being in a world that was not her own. Where she had no one she could properly trust. And was only trusting him due to his understanding of monsters. And his honest danger.
It was like dealing with Crowley.
He was honest about how she shouldn’t put all of her trust in him. She was just doing her best to keep her sanity. She wouldn’t be here for that much longer. She was certain.
She had to be certain.
— Meanwhile with the Winchesters —-
Sam and Dean made it back to the bunker and were both tearing through books in the Men of Letters library. They kept looking for new information on Djinns. How could one do this? Was it a different species of Djinn?
Or was a Djinn a cover for another monster targeting (Name) specifically?
Dean didn’t want to think about that possibility. He was doing more reading than he probably ever had. Was paying attention to even the smallest of details.
He was a skilled hunter, knew how to research monsters. But this was different. His best friend was in danger.
Castiel was asking around different angels he trusted if they’d heard of such things. Garth, the friendly neighborhood werewolf, was on alert, his wife and pack sending out feelers to see if they could catch any information to rescue their mutual friend.
“Dammit…nothing about Djinn’s makes sense with this…it’s almost like a Djinn was being used as a weapon…” Dean cursed, slamming the book he had been scouring closed, "Did you find anything?”
Sam jumped and looked at his brother, "So get this, for decades in the fifteenth century certain witches would make pacts with other monsters, ones they had abilities to control or disarm hunters who were seeking out their covens…mostly wraiths and vampires…even shifters…creatures that could be reasoned with and offered food and like buffs to their abilities for their being essentially guard dogs…I’ve never heard of it with a Djinn…but it makes sense…” he explained.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean cursed, “There’s no telling what a witch could have done to boost a Djinn’s power!”
“Well, one person could tell us…” Sam began.
Dean didn’t speak, just huffed in resignation. Sam was right. But how were they supposed to explain what happened to her? She adored (Name) in a weird way.
He just nodded while Sam grabbed his phone and called the last being on earth they wanted to tell they lost (Name).
“Well, it’s about time you called Samuel,” came the sultry Scottish accent of a redheaded witch the Winchesters and (Name) knew oh so well.
—Back with The Boys—
(Name) was sat at a rickety kitchen table, with yet another stolen flannel on over an old band t-shirt she’d stolen from Ash, scrawny as he was he liked to buy extra large t-shirts so (Name) could steal them. Love or not, there had still been an attraction there. She was back in her jeans as well. Not wanting to give anyone the ammo of seeing her in Soldier Boy’s boxers.
Everyone was watching her, as she first finished her energy drink. All 24oz of it while smoking a cigarette. Then lighting second.
“Breakfast of champions?” The one everyone called Butcher joked.
“I only smoke twice a day and I prefer cold drinks to hot, and I don’t know you so I don’t trust you with my iced coffee order,” she did her best to joke, “And since my spare pack wasn’t in my bag I didn’t get my bedtime smoke…I need it.”
“Those things’ll kill ya,” the guy she’d been told was named Hughie said, he the one who had asked about food.
“If I live long enough for the smokes to be what kills me…then they can have me…” she shook her head.
“Okay, have to ask why the fuck’d you keep calling Soldier Boy here Dean?” Butcher asked as she finally began to nibble a strip of bacon.
She’d brought her bag down with her, her album at the top of its contents. She sighed, couldn’t even let her finish her food before interrogating her. She opened her bag and grabbed the album before looking to Ben.
“Do they know about what we talked about?” She asked.
“The monster eradication protocols…they should, it’s a widely known myth,” Ben chuckled, “Most people don’t believe it happened…that monsters ever existed. Claiming they were a creation of Vaught’s propaganda machine.”
“Let’s circle back to that later…cause you said words that I think are supposed to make sense but…Latin incantations make more sense…” she said.
Soldier Boy laughed, “Not surprised.” He joked, the ease at which he spoke to (Name) unnerved the others in the room.
But (Name) did her best to ignore it. She’d been in more intensely awkward situations. They usually ended in bloodshed and her making a run for the impala. She didn’t have that option here and now. So she would have to keep her cool.
Soldier Boy explained about the full eradication of monsters. Going into gory detail that the others were extremely bothered by while (Name) just continued to eat her bacon and what she expected to be hashbrowns.
“These are home fries, by the way,” she commented, interrupting Soldier Boy explaining how shifters worked, and how gross it was to see them shed their skin and grow new skin.
“What?” Hughie asked her.
Soldier Boy just chuckled, “You really are the real deal huh?”
“Once you’ve eaten fried rice while covered in viscera or pizza after you’ve dug up a grave in the middle of the night you don’t really get grossed out by the descriptions,” she said before looking back at Hughie, "I said these are home fries, not hashbrowns, still good, but not the same thing.”
“What the fuck does it matter?” Butcher asked.
“Expectations,” she said, then looked at Soldier Boy, “I think they get the idea…besides…that just barely explains things.”
He chuckled, “She got her ass dropped here from a world where Supes like me didn’t kill every fucking monster,” he laughed.
“Bullshit!” Butcher exclaimed.
“That’s why I kept calling him Dean to start with,” she said and pulled out her photo book, quickly flipping open to the photo she had shown Ben the night before, “Cause where I’m from…that face belongs to one of my best friends and hunting partners…Dean Winchester.” She had a firm grip on the book and when Butcher went to reach for it like most would she leveled him with a shockingly intimidating glare, “I will take your hands.”
Or maybe it was only intimidating due to the shock of her reality. She quickly explained what had happened the day before as she tucked the book back into her bag. She took a deep breath. Just trying to calm herself down. She would not show any of these people weakness.
“So you’re stuck,” Hughie said.
“Yep,” she sighed.
She didn’t have anything but her backpack. But she’d made it further with less. All she needed to do was get ahold of a computer and she could work on getting a credit card and start running scams again. She would have to just to eat and survive when Soldier Boy’s good graces ran out.
Something she was certain would happen. Relying on the kindness strangers never worked out for a hunter.
She looked at Ben, whose eyes seemed to be permanently roaming her body. Why did those eyes have to still make her feel the same even when they belonged to the complete opposite of the man she knew.
“So what are you planning on doing here?” Hughie asked her.
She shrugged, “I’ll figure it out.” She said.
“She’s with me,” Soldier Boy said, “You want my help. She stays with me.”
Everyone stared at him in shock. No one was more shocked than (Name). What did he want from her? And was she willing to give it to him?
Summary: Her wedding is coming up and she couldn’t be happier. Her fiancé is finally meeting her aunts in person. And they are getting married on the family farm. König is the best thing that ever happened to her. Her aunts are thrilled. And her aunt Kate even has a huge surprise for her. The couple has invited everyone truly important to them. But she can’t figure out why everyone seems to be connected in ways she didn’t know.
In this chapter: It’s time for König’s mother to arrive before the wedding.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): none that I can see
Word Count: 2441
A/N: only a couple chapters left after this. Also, sorry this is posted so late, I’ve been so sick. But I wanted to get this posted.
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König was more of a nervous wreck than usual. From the moment he woke up he was shaking in stress. His mother was arriving today. She had assured him that morning when they spoke on the phone that she was okay, she would get there safe and sound. But that didn’t stop the large man from worrying. Salacia did her best to distract him from his worries. There was some busywork to be done, but Kate and Hazel had dumped that on Alex and her father’s team.
So it was up to Salacia to keep him from panicking.
Just like he always did for her.
She decided the best idea to keep him calm until his mother's plane landed was to drag him to Hazel’s art shed and distract him with random craft projects. Farrah had Rami in there as well. Hazel had gathered up some child safe acrylic paints and brushes and some small flat canvases for the quartet.
She hoarded art supplies like a crafty dragon.
Farrah was doing a small piece of her own but she was mainly helping Rami, “You can use your hands, yes, but try and use the brushes.”
Salacia was painting a gift for Greta. She wasn’t exactly most skilled when it came to creating realistic paintings, but she could put her feelings into whatever she painted. She didn’t know what König was painting but he was certainly concentrating on it.
“Auntie Sally, this is for you!” Rami exclaimed from across the table.
Salacia giggled, “Ooh, I’m so excited to see it.” Salacia said, smiling at her nephew.
Farrah smiled, “Salacia, you said you invited your ex, right?” She asked.
“Yes, he and his wife.” The redhead confirmed, “He’s honestly become a good friend after everything that happened.”
“What is his wife like?” Farrah asked.
Salacia thought for a moment, how could she describe Sprite? Tall and tanned, with long, straight, dark brown hair with the ends often dyed in a myriad of colors (she had even dyed them teal for the wedding), deep amber eyes. She had a few tattoos as well, of course, that is what she did for a living. But she was the sweetest person Salacia had ever met.
She had even given Salacia the tattoo on her wrist.
It was a small, full color image of an Atlas Moth with the date of her accident below it. She had survived. Her aunts had always told her that moths were symbols of survival. She had fallen in love with moths growing up. And Atlas Moths were one of her favorites.
She hadn’t known that Sprite was dating her ex when she got the tattoo done. It was in their conversation afterward that they realized it. Salacia explaining more of her story, why she got the tattoo she had and Sprite asked if she knew someone named Phillip...
—
“Yeah, actually, my ex was named Phillip, but that’s a really common name.” Salacia said, incredulously.
“Yeah, but not someone who has a story of their ex getting crushed under a building.” Sprite exclaimed, “He told me that as the story of what made him start to have some introspection on his life.”
“Blond?” Salacia asked.
Sprite nodded.
“Blue eyes?”
Again Sprite nodded.
“Military?”
Even more nodding.
“Country but with an edge?”
“That is exactly how I describe him too!” Sprite laughed.
“Holy shit, you are dating Phillip Graves?” Salacia laughed.
“Yes!” Sprite exclaimed.
She took a moment and gushed about how sweet and understanding he was. And how he had helped her through some hard times and supported her when she was dealing with some immense personal issues. Salacia smiled the entire time. She didn’t hold any hard feelings towards him anymore, she had grown a lot as she healed mentally and physically from her accident.
“Sorry...just...it’s kinda funny, right?” Sprite said after a moment.
“Yeah, I am so happy that you two are happy. I’m glad he found someone like you, maybe you can help remind him to lighten up.” Salacia teased.
Sprite giggled, “He does like to lose himself in work.” She said with a roll of her eyes.
—
“She’s perfect for him.” Was all Salacia could say to answer her sister in law’s question.
That seemed to satiate Farrah’s curiosity for now. Phillip and Sprite would be arriving the evening before the wedding so they all could enjoy dinner together. She was excited to have her entire world together. All those that she cared about in one home for a meal to celebrate her upcoming nuptials.
She looked at what König was painting and it was a cute calico kitten sitting in a field of edelweiss flowers. She smiled softly at it, the eyes were gray, similar to her own. He blushed and looked up at her when he noticed where she was looking.
“You’re so cute.” She murmured and pecked his cheek.
“Only for you.” He murmured.
—
The day wore on and König was even more worried, he got a message that his mother's plane had landed and she was on her way to the farm. He was nervous and excited. Salacia was doing her best to keep him calm. They had painted for most of the morning and then in the early afternoon she took him for a walk in the small patch of woodlands on the property, showing him her favorite walking path.
“The second I was able to walk without help again I walked this path every afternoon for hours. It was my safe place.” She said as they came upon a tree she had carved into, she traced her fingers on the words she had carved there what felt like forever ago, one word...LIVE, “I carved this to encourage me.” She said with a sad smile.
“I can guess that the star below it was slowly carved every day.” König said, tracing it with his large fingers.
“Ja. Each day I could make it here I carved more of the star out. And when I knew I could live on my own again I added that date to the center. I lived and will continue to do so.” She said.
König reached into his pocket and pulled out his smaller utility knife that he carried with him everywhere. Beside her carving he worked tometch something new and meaningful into her tree. It was simple but when he stepped away he knew that he had achieved his goal.
lieben
K + S
21/06/2021 -> 22/10/2023 -> für immer
She leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Ich liebe dich, meine geliebte.” She breathed.
“Ich liebe dich auch, mein Katzchen.” He murmured and kissed her lips.
—
When Salcia and König returned to the farmhouse the sun was beginning to dip low in the sky and his phone held a message that his mother was ten minutes out. He was relieved. He hated when the nerves that filled him were obvious to everyone. His young fiancé held his hand tightly.
“I love you.” She said smiling.
“I love you too.” He murmured.
They were very vocal about their affection for each other. Salacia was unashamed of her feelings, she had been raised to be open and honest...and after the accident...she was even more open. Because he had nearly died she was never going to hide or diminish herself.
She held his hand tightly and led him back to the house. “You should probably wash up, don’t want your mother to hug you while you are sweaty.” She teased.
“Nein, I don’t need to be scolded in German by my mother in front of everyone.” He chuckled, “Bad enough when she does it in front of you.”
Salacia giggled, “At least you know it comes from a place of love.”
“Ja,” he easily agreed.
—
König had taken a quick shower and was drying his hair when the bell rang from the front door. Even up in Salacia’s old bedroom the sound was clear as day. His heart pounded, he needed to get dressed and hurry down to greet his mother.
Salacia called out that she would get it and he smiled in relief, at least Salacia would be the one to greet her.
—
Salacia was stunned when she opened the door, aside from her future mother in law who she expected, there was a grinning Korean man, his facial scars barely noticeable to her. She laughed and hugged Greta first before hugging him.
“I’m so glad you made it safe.” She said to the older Austrian woman.
“Oh, it was easy, I arrived at the airport early and found this young man waiting for me.” Greta laughed.
Salacia giggled, “Horangi you soft-hearted idiot.” She said hugging her fiancé’s best man.
“I wanted to be sure Mama Müller got here safe.” He chuckled.
Salacia let them in calling for her aunts to come meet her soon to be mother in law. Kate and Hazel were both excited to meet the woman who made the young man who made their Salacia so happy.
“Does König know you escorted his mother here?” Salacia asked as she walked beside the Korean man.
“No, it was a surprise since he was so worried about the American airport making her get all turned around.” Horangi explained.
Salacia smiled and nodded, he truly was the best friend her fiancé could ever ask for.
“Oh, um, yeah...my Dad showed up with his own team...and I recently learned that you probably know each other.” Salacia began knowing her father, brother, and the other three were catching up on the guest house where her father and his team would be staying...along with Horangi now.
“Oh?” He asked.
“Yeah...Captain John Price?” She poses it as a question but she knew the answer.
Horangi cursed in Korean while laughing, “You’re kidding?” He exclaimed.
“I couldn’t make this up.” She laughed.
Horangi shook his head, this world certainly seemed small sometimes. She
left Horangi in the kitchen to go and retrieve her fiancé.
Thankfully König was dried off and dressed when she got back upstairs, “Your mom is in one piece.” Salacia assured him while wrapping her arms around his waist.
He chuckled and hugged back before they walked down into the den where König enveloped his mother in a warm hug. Salacia smiled at the pair. He was truly a family man. He loved his mother. And he loved his late father. Greta once told her that König was a lot like his father.
Soft and tender with those he cared for. But as ferocious as a bear when he needed to defend those he loves.
König stepped back and smiled at his mother, “I’m so glad you made it here safe.” He said with a relieved smile.
“Well, your nice Korean friend made sure of that.” Great assured him, chuckling.
She sat down and opened her handbag and began to dig through it, muttering to herself in German. König looked at his fiancée who just giggled.
“There is a tiger in the kitchen.” She teased.
“I heard that.” Horangi called with a laugh as König hurried to greet his friend.
He was such a sweetheart. The bride-to- be sat on the couch beside her future mother in law who finally managed to pull out two small packages. They were gift wrapped nicely, but not as perfectly as she usually wrapped boxes. It was obvious that it was fabric wrapped directly in the paper. Hazel had to comment about how pretty it was.
A pastel green background printed with a dozen fields worth of wildflowers.
It was the current paper Greta used for non-holiday or other occasion gifts. She had a closet filled to the brim with wrapping paper of all varieties. She was always giving gifts and had a paper for every conceivable reason. Salacia admired that. It was also a habit of hers that reminded her of her late mother, who had also been an avid giver of gifts.
“Ah, here they are.” She said and quickly checked the color of the thin plastic ribbon that was tied around them, a shipping bow rather than her usual fluffy, flower-esque bow that she tied on other gifts.
Salacia still remembered fondly the time that Greta took to teach her how to tie those bows. Which she now proudly did at every opportunity. The Austrian woman presented the gifts to Salacia’s aunts.
“I wasn’t sure exactly what you would each like, but Salacia said it gets cold here, so I decided this would be good.” Greta said sweetly.
Kate and Hazel opened their gifts to find that Greta had knit them each a scarf. The colors flowed easily together in a beautiful gradient. The same range of shades on each in a slightly varied pattern, and she even managed to knit their initials on the ends of the scarves.
“These are beautiful.” Hazel said with a wide smile.
“Hold them up beside each other, the ends without the initial.” Greta said with a proud smile.
The gradient pattern flowed from one to the other smoothly. Greta smiled proudly. Salacia had tried to learn to knit before...she could only imagine the years it took to master it to that level.
“I also knit some special gifts for the little ones.” Greta said, “Your nephew and the little girl from Mexico.”
Salacia smiled and hugged Greta before realizing that she didn’t know her father was there either.
“Oh, you will never believe this, Mama!” Salacia said, referring to the older woman as affectionately as if she were her own mother, willingly and insistence as well.
“What is it, Schatz?” Greta said, the younger woman’s excitement palpable.
“My Aunt Kate found mein vater!” Salcia squealed excitedly. .
“Was?!” Greta exclaimed and hugged Salacia tightly, kissing her cheek.
She stood up and hugged her aunts as well. The joy that her future daughter in law was going to have all of her important family members at her wedding was overwhelming. Her own father wasn’t at her wedding. He had been sick with cancer and recovering from surgery in the hospital.
She showed up, in her dress, husband in his tuxedo, in his room, so he could see her.
He died while she was on her honeymoon.
She was glad that he at least got to see her.
“I’ll send König and Horangi to go grab my dad and brother.” Salacia sand and hurried into the kitchen, a joyful grin on her face.
“Hey Horangi, wanna go surprise my Dad and Brother?” She asked the Korean man, a wicked grin winding its way onto her face.
Summary: She was supposed to take him down…but now he’s got her right where he wants her.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): smut, dirty talk, aphrodisiac usage, drugging, vaginal fingering, breast play, rough play, coercion, multiple orgasms, pain play, this is filth
Word Count: 2795
A/N: this idea is pure filth, I have no excuse for this, just enjoy it. It was supposed to be a KinkTober drabble that got too long, so the KinkTober is gonna be a sequel to this.
Spending a lot of time in the Outworld black market gave Kano an advantage when it came to recognizing herbs and other things that could harm him. But also, things he could use to harm or persuade others.
Others like the sweet young lady sitting across from him at dinner. Dianna Smith. A code name. Too basic of a name. Easy to read through.
He should expect more creativity of from Sonia Blade. Especially since the agent she had sent this time was her younger sister.
Lovely (Name) Blade.
As if he wouldn’t recognize her.
He’d only been enemy number one for her powerful older sister. And he’d only been stalking (Name) since he’d found out about her. At first it was to have something to hold over her sister for an advantage. But in the end it became something more. He wanted her. To own her.
In his mind he already did. Tonight was just the night that would solidify it.
They were in a private room at the restaurant. He’d sprung for it. And he supposed this was where she was planning to poison him. Claim that she tipped too much of the powder into his glass so he couldn’t reveal that she had broken so many of the rules she must be under.
After all, he could guess that Sonia hadn’t sanctioned her sucking him off in his car before dinner. She liked to flirt with danger. But tonight was the end of their game.
To her.
To Kano things were only getting started.
He had switched out his glass when she got a call. No, not with hers. Just for a fresh whiskey. Then he poured a powder of his own into her drink.
Something to make her nice and pliable. So he could get the answers he wanted.
As he watched her sip her wine. He paid attention to her eyes. Waiting for the right glaze to hit them. And when there was half left it was the right time.
“How are you feeling, love?” He asked, acting concerned, sipping his drink.
“I’m fine,” she giggled before watching him down the rest of his whiskey, “Just fine.”
She seemed almost sad as he swallowed it. He’d made a show of it.
“You know, that root makes alcohol bitter, good thing I switched it out. The root in your glass, however, makes wine even sweeter,” he said looking at her, “Good thing I’m not out to kill you, (Name).”
Her eyes widened and she tried to deny it. But the herb he’d put in her wine made that harder. Kano stood up and walked over to stand behind her chair. Preventing her from leaving. He set his hands on her shoulders.
“You could have killed me months ago, when did you decide death over capture? So I wouldn’t tell big sister that you were just creaming on my cock,” he growled, while squeezing her shoulders.
(Name) stiffened.
“No…” she began to deny.
“Yes, you and I both know you would rather one or both or us die than let Sonia know you might actually enjoy my company…and my cock…” he chuckled seeing her blush darkly.
His hands lowered to grope her breasts over the low cut red top she wore. She tried to struggle but it was halfhearted. Her body on fire with pleasure from such a simple touch.
“Did I mention that was the strongest aphrodisiac known to all of Outworld that I slipped you?” He teased, moving his hands again, the loss making her audibly whine, “One side effect is pain from denied pleasure…but that’s only if you use more than the recommended dose…a teaspoon…”
He paused a moment, giving her some hope he wasn’t that cruel, “Granted the teaspoon is the dose for a Shokan…and you did try to kill me…probably why I was a little heavy handed…there was about a tablespoon mixed into your wine.” The dark purr of his voice filled her with dread.
But it also filled her panties with desire. Which was something she didn’t want to delve into just yet.
He lowered his hands again to begin massaging her breasts through the top. The sparks of pleasure it filled her with were intense. Felt better than anything she’d felt before.
“So, I’m gonna ask you some questions, you’re gonna tell me the truth, or I’m just going to…” he began and moved his hands again.
The reaction was instantaneous. It went from easy, intense pleasure to like her breasts had been slapped. Hard. She cried out in shocked pain and quickly pressed her hand over her mouth.
Kano chuckled, “You might wanna keep it down,” he mocked her before tearing her hand away from her mouth, “Now, tell me, how was tonight supposed to go? You drug me, I punch my ticket…you go tell your sister you overestimated the amount it would take to just knock me out?”
“Y-Yes…” (Name) admitted.
As a reward Kano lowered his large hands to her breasts again. Groping them former. Massaging them just the way he knew she liked. Reveling in the moan she couldn’t fight back. Aside from turning her on the root he used made pleasure even more intense.
“Afraid she’d find out your just a fucking whore for me?” He asked, pinching her nipples through her top.
“I am not your fucking whore!” She snapped.
Kano’s hands instantly lifted from her breasts and the pain was worse than last time. Fiery and sharp. She let out a a loud whine. Trying not to scream.
“You will be,” he promised darkly.
“Never!” She denied.
Kano was quick to pinch and roll her nipples firmly before letting them go for the sharp pain to cause her to try and curl in on herself. He forced her to sit up straight.
“No, stay put,” he ordered her, “Dumb slut, you know better than to disobey and order.”
She whined, tears in her eyes. The pain was awful. But what was worse…was the fact that somewhere below the pain was pleasure.
Pleasure that made her pussy throb every time he stopped. She only hoped that he didn’t figure out she was a masochist like that. A fact that she didn’t even know until this moment.
“Now, be honest, you don’t actually hate me do you? And that scares you? Afraid that your sister will disown you? Fire you? Kill you?” He asked, sliding his hands into her top and bra, groping her bare breasts.
If she lied again, or said something he didn’t like the pain from skin to skin removal would be even worse. And he was sure she could guess as much. The more pleasure the worse the pain.
“Yes…” she admitted, whimpering when his calloused thumbs brushed over her nipples.
“Yes what, pet?” He asked.
“Just yes…I don’t hate you and I don’t want Sonia to know…goddamnit!” She cursed.
He began to roll her nipples. Her breasts were already super sensitive. And this herb made them even more sensitive.
“Wonder if you’ll cum from me playing with your tits,” he joked lewdly.
The effects wore off post orgasm, he had to be sure she was compliant just in case that did happen.
“Don’t mock me!” She snapped.
Kano paused his movements to punish her for that and the cry she let out clued him in that there was more to this pain with her. A dark grin spread over his lips.
“I will do what I want, cause from this moment on you belong to me,” he informed her, “Or I’m gonna send your sister the video I took of you calling me daddy while I fucked tour ass last week.”
That threat made her blood run cold. “No…” she whimpered.
Kano began to grope her again, just how he knew she liked. Urging more moans out of her.
“That’s it…come on, enjoy it…you never have to worry about living up to her standards again…all you gotta worry about is draining my balls…” he cooed darkly.
She whimpered and shook her head. She had her dignity. She just had to last until her check in time passed. Then Sonia would send her men to save her.
“Come on, just admit it, being my whore will be more fulfilling and fun than working with a sister whose standards you will never live up to,” he pinched her nipples.
“Fuck off!” She snarled.
Kano rolled her nipples and tugged them before letting them go. The pain shooting through her at that moment caused a reaction she wasn’t expecting. An orgasm crashed over her stronger than any she has felt before. She moaned louder than expected, tossing her head back.
Kano removed his hands and watched as the orgasm finished rolling through her. Especially as she realized the loopy feeling was leaving her. She could escape. He grabbed her glass and when she looked forward and held it up to her mouth.
“Drink,” he ordered.
“No!” She denied.
He gripped her jaw, “Don’t make me tell you again,” he threatened her.
She gave in, thinking she could spit it out and make a run for it. But the second he had dumped the rest of her glass into her mouth he clamped his hand over it, forcing her to lean her head back. Still when she resisted swallowing it he pinched her nose with his other hand.
“Swallow it and you can breathe again,” he told her.
She was trying to pry his hands away before she gave in and swallowed the wine down in one gulp. The effects took hold even faster now.
“You become more susceptible every time you take it,” he told her, “Means the pleasure will be better, but the pain will be worse…or better considering you came from the pain on your tits.”
She whimpered. He reached down and forced her legs apart. Lifting her skirt.
“You liked that…so I wonder how much you’ll like the pain on your cunt,” he purred.
“Please…no…I can’t…” she whimpered.
“Yes you can,” he said, rubbing her through her panties, “All you gotta do is admit that you’re my whore…and I’ll give you everything.” He said, “You never have to go back to being mistreated by the military and your sister…especially Sonia,” he rubbed her the way she liked to be teased.
“No…no…” she shook her head, trying to force the feelings of pleasure away.
Kano pulled his hand away and the jolt of pain to her clit was insane. She cried out and shook. He laughed, he could feel that she liked it as well.
“What did I say about lying to me, slut?!” He snarled.
“I can’t turn my back on my sister, I don’t care what she thinks about me…I have to be the better person than her…”’she admitted.
“Oh, poor thing,” Kano cooed, slipping his hands into her panties to rub her clit directly.
She moaned lowly. Tears in her eyes. Hating how good this all was starting to feel.
“Gotta have something over her, even though she has all the power,” he mocked her, “You win when it comes to the men into you…you got me, she ended up with Johnny Cage.”
“Don’t say his name while your fingers are on my pussy, Kano!” She snapped.
Kano pulled his hand away to punish her for that tone. She cried out in pain and pleasure before sobbing out an apology.
“Good girl,” he praised and went back to toying with her clit.
A whimper escaped her. The praise made it better. Almost as much as when he degraded her. She hated how much she liked this.
“She will never find out, never find us, you only found me cause I wanted you too,” he told her, “C’mon love, admit it.”
He slid his fingers into her pussy. Curling them and rubbing her inner walls. The was wetter than he’d ever felt her. And he could feel the way her inner walls twitched from his fingers.
“Please…Kano…I can’t…” she pleaded.
Kano’s fingers stilled for a second, to just let her catch her breath, but they both realized that he didn’t have to take his hands away for the pain side effect to hit her. And she let out a cry of shock mixed with pain and pleasure.
“Sorry pet,” he said, but the pleasure reaction made him not regret the accident as much.
She nodded and leaned her head back trying to breathe. Clear her head.
“You can, though, pet, we both know that even if you succeeded in capturing me she still wouldn’t respect you.” He said.
(Name) hated to admit that he was right. Sonia would never respect her. She didn’t know why her sister disliked her. But she did. And that was (Name’s) burden to bear.
But…maybe it didn’t have to be.
“Why?” She whimpered.
“Why what?” Kano asked her, slowly beginning to finger her again.
“Why would you even want to keep me…or keep me safe?” She asked.
“You belong to me, you have from the second I saw you…almost ten years ago…I’ve been patient…” his fingers moved faster, just how she liked, “Bided my time…” his thumb came up to rub her clit, “And then you came to me, fake identity and an agenda…and I knew, it was time to finally claim you.”
His hand was working her just how she liked.
“Just admit what you are, and you never have to worry about a thing ever again,” he assured her.
He wasn’t lying, he didn’t care about most people, but he viewed her as his property, and he took care of his things.
She cursed and struggled to deny the allure to herself. But Kano knew that she was about to give in. He slowed his fingers down. The chance causing small tingles of pain to mix with the pleasure and a whimpering moan to escape her lips.
She’d entirely forgotten they were in public. But he didn’t care.
“C’mon love, say it, admit it…I’ll clear your apartment and take you to my safe house tonight…then we can be off to Outworld, where you can spend your days as my free use sex pet…never worrying about Sonia or anything except domestic chores and my pleasure ever again, how about it? I’ll even cook sometimes,” he cooed.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she cursed.
His fingers were back to their intense movements. Driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Breaking her resolve entirely.
“Okay…okay…I give…please let me cum…yes…please yes!” She begged agreeing to what he was demanding of her.
Kano smirked, he always got what he wanted, but still “Say it!” He demanded.
“What?” She asks lost to the pleasure.
His fingers slowed again making pleasured pain sparks to ignite once more. Urging her to finally give him the last thing he wanted for tonight.
He began to finger her harder again. “Say it or I’ll stop entirely and you don’t get to cum for a week!” He threatened.
“Oh fuck, oh god!” She moaned loudly before the cry of what he wanted finally broke from her lips, “I’m your whore! I’m your whore!”
Kano lifted his thumb from her clit as he curled his fingers just right. The shock of intense pain made her orgasm even harsher than the last one. It hurt but felt good. And she was ashamed of it.
“Fuck! I’m your whore…” she sobbed in pleasure.
Kano eased his fingers out and brought them up to his lips, lewdly sucking her pussy juices off of them. Groaning in pleasure.
“You have a choice now, lovey, we can go home now…or…you can pour yourself another glass of that spiked wine, and we find out just how much pain my cock can make that cunt feel until you soak this table. Then I’ll carry you out the back, force you to drink the rest of the bottle and fuck your ass in my car until you beg me to stop…but I won’t…no,” he threatened her, “I’m gonna make you cry…and you’re gonna get off on it. And when we get to Outworld, I promise you, we’re gonna find out just how much of a masochist you are.”
He let the words linger in the air, “If you aren’t ready for that yet…we can go now,” he promised, “You’re mine now, and I don’t want to break you in any way you don’t want.” He knew eventually she would want it.
(Name) sat there contemplating everything he’d said. Before grabbing the bottle of wine and pouring another full glass of wine before downing it. In for a penny in for a pound. Or whatever phrase fit.
“Good girl,” Kano said with a dark grin, “Stand up and bend over the table, it’s gonna be a long night.”
