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jadenvargen · 3 months

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free online james baldwin stories, essays, videos, and other resources

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James baldwin online archive with his articles and photo archives.

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Giovanni's room"When David meets the sensual Giovanni in a bohemian bar, he is swept into a passionate love affair. But his girlfriend's return to Paris destroys everything. Unable to admit to the truth, David pretends the liaison never happened - while Giovanni's life descends into tragedy. This book introduces love's fascinating possibilities and extremities."

Go Tell It On The Mountain"(...)Baldwin's first major work, a semi-autobiographical novel that has established itself as an American classic. With lyrical precision, psychological directness, resonating symbolic power, and a rage that is at once unrelenting and compassionate, Baldwin chronicles a fourteen-year-old boy's discovery of the terms of his identity as the stepson of the minister of a storefront Pentecostal church in Harlem one Saturday in March of 1935. Baldwin's rendering of his protagonist's spiritual, sexual, and moral struggle of self-invention opened new possibilities in the American language and in the way Americans understand themselves."

+bonus: film adaptation on youtube. (if you’re a giancarlo esposito fan, you’ll be delighted to see him in an early preacher role)

Another Country and Going to Meet the Man Another country: "James Baldwin's masterly story of desire, hatred and violence opens with the unforgettable character of Rufus Scott, a scavenging Harlem jazz musician adrift in New York. Self-destructive, bad and brilliant, he draws us into a Bohemian underworld pulsing with heat, music and sex, where desperate and dangerous characters betray, love and test each other to the limit." Going to meet the Man: " collection of eight short stories by American writer James Baldwin. The book, dedicated "for Beauford Delaney", covers many topics related to anti-Black racism in American society, as well as African-American–Jewish relations, childhood, the creative process, criminal justice, drug addiction, family relationships, jazz, lynching, sexuality, and white supremacy."

Just Above My Head"Here, in a monumental saga of love and rage, Baldwin goes back to Harlem, to the church of his groundbreaking novel Go Tell It on the Mountain, to the homosexual passion of Giovanni's Room, and to the political fire that enflames his nonfiction work. Here, too, the story of gospel singer Arthur Hall and his family becomes both a journey into another country of the soul and senses--and a living contemporary history of black struggle in this land."

If Beale Street Could Talk"Told through the eyes of Tish, a nineteen-year-old girl, in love with Fonny, a young sculptor who is the father of her child, Baldwin's story mixes the sweet and the sad. Tish and Fonny have pledged to get married, but Fonny is falsely accused of a terrible crime and imprisoned. Their families set out to clear his name, and as they face an uncertain future, the young lovers experience a kaleidoscope of emotions-affection, despair, and hope. In a love story that evokes the blues, where passion and sadness are inevitably intertwined, Baldwin has created two characters so alive and profoundly realized that they are unforgettably ingrained in the American psyche."

also has a film adaptation by moonlight's barry jenkins

Tell Me How Long the Train's been gone At the height of his theatrical career, the actor Leo Proudhammer is nearly felled by a heart attack. As he hovers between life and death, Baldwin shows the choices that have made him enviably famous and terrifyingly vulnerable. For between Leo's childhood on the streets of Harlem and his arrival into the intoxicating world of the theater lies a wilderness of desire and loss, shame and rage. An adored older brother vanishes into prison. There are love affairs with a white woman and a younger black man, each of whom will make irresistible claims on Leo's loyalty.

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Baldwin essay collection. Including most famously: notes of a native son, nobody knows my name, the fire next time, no name in the street, the devil finds work- baldwin on film

--DOCUMENTARIES--

Take this hammer, a tour of san Francisco.

Meeting the man

--DEBATES:--

Debate with Malcolm x, 1963 ( on integration, the nation of islam, and other topics. )

Debate with William Buckley, 1965. ( historic debate in america. )

Heavily moderated debate with Malcolm x, Charles Eric Lincoln, and Samuel Schyle 1961. (Primarily Malcolm X's debate on behalf of the nation of islam, with Baldwin giving occassional inputs.)

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apart from themes obvious in the book's descriptions, a general heads up for themes of incest and sexual assault throughout his works.

#james baldwin #motivated by i think people here think it's harder to find resources and read than it actually is. so much stuff online!#motivation nr 2 wtf

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teamivankaye · 2 years

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Our big man Ivan is as good at the menacing presence of the lion bear patriarch protecting his young as he is at crushing hearts as the grief-stricken man genuinely trying to connect by opening up, showing his vulnerability and, almost shyly, offering kindness and consolation. 👌👑 And yet he might've sealed his fate by this very human move if things weren't even more complicated than it looks. 😢 (Yet again, the theme of revenge plays a part.)

Robert Delaney deserved more space in Disney's new series 'Wedding Season' for several reasons, but at least Ivan's marvellous work was supported by strong writing here that gave him a chance to show glimpses at his inner world that put the writing of 'Vikings' to shame in comparison and left me emotionally twisted. Really wish he wasn't dead at the start of the show and we had a chance to see more of him in the next season.

If you want to be entertained for a few hours by a very original genre-busting action-comedy crime mystery, this is worth a month's subscription to Disney+/Hulu/Star+ (depending on where you're living) and Ivan is a big highlight especially in episodes 2 & 7. Be prepared for an extended movie rather than a series experience in any case.

#ivan kaye #mr delaney #wedding season #robert delaney #wedding season series #rosa salazar #father #father in law #patriarch #widower #lion #bear #big man #amazing actor #facial expressions #depth #expression love #target

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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j’s lullaby (j.h.s.)

a/n: i just wanted to write a little something for these two.

summary: Jake leaves for a deployment.

inspired by delaney bailey’s “j’s lullaby (darlin’ i’d wait for you)” | part of the maroon universe

warnings: deployment, age gap (reader is 22, Jake is 33), fluffy but angst? it’s melancholy is what it is

word count: 738

You watch Jake walk around his room, packing his duffel as he gets ready to leave in the morning. Every once in a while, he’ll lean over on the bed and press a lingering kiss to your lips, always pulling away with a soft smile and a stroke of your face, telling you to go to sleep.

You don’t, just continuing to watch him even as your eyes want to droop close. You force yourself to stay awake, not wanting to miss a moment of this.

Not wanting to miss a moment of Jake.

In the morning, he’d be leaving for a five month deployment. It’d be the first real test of your relationship. He’d be coming back to Miramar after the five months was up, he promised, not wanting to go far from his girl, he had said, although he had joked that maybe this is what your Dad’s idea of punishment was.

You both knew that your father’s threats were hollow, and this certainly wasn’t any form of punishment, half of the Dagger team going with him, Bradley included.

He flicks off the light in the hallway as he comes back into the room after doing his final check of his apartment, sighing at the sight of you sleepily watching him from the bed.

“Sweetheart.” He whispers. “I told you to get to sleep hours ago.” He walks towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it next to you. He reaches out to run his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t wanna.” You whisper. It feels like anything louder will fracture the peace of this moment. “Sleep means saying goodbye to you, and I-” You pause, yawning. “I don’t want to.”

He sighs, fingers slowing in your hair. “Darlin’ I don’t want to leave you any more than you want me to leave you.”

“I know.”

He goes quiet for a moment before he pulls his hand from your hair, rounding the bed to climb under the covers with you. He leans over you, flipping off the lamp, leaving the room to only be lit by slivers of pale moonlight peeking through the cracks of the blinds.

You automatically lean into his touch as he pulls you into his chest, rubbing circles into your bare shoulder.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” You mumble back, feeling hot tears prick at your eyes. You squeeze them shut. Jake was the one leaving for five months, the last thing he needed was a crying girlfriend. The last thing he needed was to think you weren’t capable of handling the distance and go into the deployment wondering if this was the right relationship for you.

“Any fun plans for while I’m gone?”

“No.” You say, the words coming out a bit more petulantly than you intend them to.

He sighs again, pulling back slightly to lift your chin up to make his gaze. “Sweetheart-” He says, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. “You’re gonna take care of yourself while I’m gone, right?”

You nod. “’M just gonna miss you J.”

His face falls a fraction, frowning. “I know sweetheart, and I’m gonna miss you as well. But we’re going to write each other and I’m gonna call you when I can and I’m gonna be back before you know it. And I’m not going anywhere, even if I can’t physically be here with you.”

The words make your heart flutter, a certain security falling over you.

You’d grown up with the uncertainty of deployments, never knowing when, or if, you’d see your Dad again.

But with Jake, that uncertainty was drowning like it had been. It was like a simmer, always there, but overpowered by the love Jake had for you.

“Get some sleep sweetheart.” He mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline.

“Sing to me?” You mumble, sleep already settling over you.

If anybody outside of the confines of this bedroom asked, Jake did not sing. But for you, he’d do just about anything, and that included singing to you to help you sleep.

He nods, resuming the movement of running his fingers through your hair from earlier as sleep pulls you under in increments. He hums as you feel yourself falling asleep.

The sound of his voice is soothing, allowing your body to settle into the quiet, savoring every moment of this.

“darlin’ i’d wait for you, even if you didn’t ask me to”

#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin fic #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fic #top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fic #maroon

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leikeliscomet · 2 months

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No, Ncuti Gatwa's Casting Isn't Regressive

Chapter 1 - For Black Boys?

The general consensus of male companions is they don’t really stand out like their female peers. If I said ‘iconic male companion’ I doubt many people would think of Adric. However, some are still loved by certain parts of fandom regardless. Rory’s nerdiness turned bravery has gotten him a small stanbase. Captain Jack is loved by many especially as he was an openly bisexual character, being Nuwho’s earliest example of queer representation. Or Wilf, whose light-hearted personality and humour engaged so many (Rest in Peace Bernard Cribbins). Black male companions on the other hand didn’t really get those types of flowers, let alone reaching Clara Oswald or Rose Tyler levels of popularity. The amount of lead Black men in Who is little (3 to be exact) and from them, their stories didn’t reach the icon status of the other companions of the show. And the reasons why unfortunately weren’t that surprising.

The first Black male companion was Mickey Smith. Mickey played the role of the scared boyfriend of Rose Tyler, simping after her as she ran off with a mysterious Ninth Doctor. Nine’s best-of-the-best mentality meant there wasn’t a Mickey shape in the TARDIS to fill in. The two would constantly have nitpicky back and forths putting Rose in the position of having to ‘choose’ her man. But her mind was made up. Rose and Mickey split by the end of the season with Mickey revealing his fling with a Ms Trisha Delaney. It wasn’t a universe-defying breakup where the galaxies tried to separate them but instead a case of two people with different wants and needs calling it quits. That doesn't sound too bad on paper, right? But unfortunately, RTD gave Mickey Smith a pre-Martha Jones arc, where so much of his arc would be dedicated to his failure to live up to a Rose Tyler standard. Despite Rose’s contributions to the RoseMickey split and how both characters had cheated on the other, both RTD and the fandom had given Mickey most of the blame. Mickey’s relationship with NineRose would eventually warm up towards the end of series 1, agreeing with Nine that Rose travelling was what she wanted and her council estate days were over. Series 2 decided to flip this on its head however, having Ten and Mickey being a lot more hostile towards each other. From Rose’s eyerolls to Ten forgetting Mickey’s existence it was clear the TenRose TARDIS team only had room for two. After getting fed up with his Tin Dog treatment, Mickey decided to stay in Pete’s World a little longer. The last of his official arc would be his return in the series 2 finale, gun-slinging against Daleks and Cybermen. He wouldn’t return until series 4 for the 2008 Dalek Invasion and a cameo with Martha Jones announcing their offscreen marriage. Although creating a small Mickey Smith standom, Mickey’s time in RTD1 was rough. He was mainly reduced to a comic relief or punching bag for the main white characters, having little room for his own developments. And the ones he did have, such as his absentee father, dead grandma and random Martha marriage were brief moments and not really enough to fully flesh him out.

Moffat gave us another Black male lead in Danny Pink. Although not a companion, Danny would be the math teaching counterpart to Clara Oswald and his conflict with TwelveClara would actually serve a narrative purpose. Unlike RoseMickey, our main companion would choose her boyfriend over the moody Time Lord although it was only briefly. Danny’s soldier past would have him demonised both in show and fandom, from Twelve’s bias against soldiers to Clara’s uncertainty to many TwelveClaras keeping him at arm's length and even going as far as to call him abusive. Danny, like Mickey, wasn’t super popular Black male representation either. Just as Nine and Ten made it clear Mickey wasn’t welcome, Twelve’s issue with ‘PE’ made it clear the two weren’t besties either. Danny would have to prove to Twelve he was worthy of Clara’s love and this would be achieved through his cyber-self sacrifice in the series 8 finale. Obviously, a child murderer would not be a fan favourite overnight, especially from the POV of a former solder Time Lord who’d suffered the consequences of war himself. However, series 8 established Twelve’s arc of moral ambiguity and potential for change, where he’d go on to question the type of man he was; good, bad, both or neither. Yet, Danny Pink was irredeemable. Whether we personally believe Danny deserved a second chance or not, he wasn’t given one like his white counterparts. To the fandom, Twelve and Clara’s actions were the byproduct of context and factors, heart-wrenching decisions in situations they couldn’t control. But Danny Pink was irredeemable, evil and the worst character of Moffat Who. Twelve and Clara were compelling. Danny Pink was trash. In fact, Missy, who’d claimed more lives than Mr Pink ever did would be set up for her own moral ambiguity arc, taking the iconic Time Lord villain and questioning if they could ever become good in their first female incarnation. Against a narrative of growth and change, a white woman’s redemption would be set up for a greater arc that would end at the end of Moffat’s run itself, with most fans supporting her growth and potential, whilst a Black man’s was found in his death to protect the other white characters. Danny’s final appearance would be in Last Christmas where he and Clara shared their final goodbyes. TwelveClara’s arc would continue in series 9 and Danny’s name was never mentioned again.

Chibnall introduced us to the first Black male companion to travel full-time, Ryan Sinclair. Despite this achievement, Ryan would somehow have even less visibility than Danny and Mickey. Ryan’s arc was simpler, focusing on his ability to ride a bike with his dyspraxia. He wouldn’t achieve this goal, not as a slight but as a small commentary on how disability wasn't something to be fixed and instead a part of people’s everyday lives. Ryan’s dyspraxia was heavily critiqued for being written inconsistently and so would many other aspects of his character. His missing YouTube channel post-series 11, his way of mentioning his dead nan each episode and his relationship (or lack thereof) with his dad were seen as many misses in the writing department. Even after losing his nan, most gun-wrenching heartfelt moments about her death were given to Graham instead. Along with this, there was and still is harsh criticism of Tosin Cole’s acting (which ironically hasn’t stopped him from securing lead roles in House Party and Supacell, making him a breakout star of the Chibnall era). Series 12 wouldn’t help Ryan’s case either as after the initial Tim Shaw storyline ended with Graham and Ryan finding a type of closure for Grace, Ryan would slip further back in the queue for priority characters. With the return and new incarnation of the Master, the Fugitive Doctor reveal, the Timeless Child, Ashad the Lone Cyberman and the hunt for the Cyberium, there wasn’t really room for a new companion arc for any of the fam, let alone Ryan specifically. At most, he got a small subplot involving shooting a basketball hoop, similar to his bike-riding storyline. This would only be relevant in two episodes; its introduction and a small scene of him teaming up with Ko Sharmus to take out some Cybermen. His dad whom we were introduced to in series 11 wouldn’t return in this series either, missing the opportunity for a follow-up from that storyline. Instead, we got Tibo, similar to Amy and Rory’s Mels, a companion’s alleged best friend who we never saw in the previous season. This friendship wouldn’t play a key role either and Tibo was reduced to irregular small appearances. Ryan would be ready to leave in Revolution of the Daleks with a wallet of psychic paper. No new YouTube video or completed mechanic NVQ in sight. The Chibnall era companions already faced a fair share of unpopularity and plenty of ‘cardboard cut-out’ allegations. In most companion polls, Ryan tends to sit at the bottom with his grandad Graham following close behind.

This isn’t to say Mickey, Danny or Ryan are blips in Doctor Who’s universe and had no impact whatsoever but that they all suffered due to a lack of meaningful writing. Mickey and Danny mainly served to facilitate white characters and many of their scenes functioned as reminders of how much the Doctor hated them. Ryan on the other hand, despite having what was supposed to be his own arc as a full-time companion, had to share screentime with two others on top of Thirteen’s arc as well. Thirteen and Yaz’s narratives stretched across three series whilst he only got two, and those two were already packed with a lot of other narratives. In the same way the treatment of Martha and Bill reflects the show’s issues in representing Black women, the treatment of these characters shows the issue in the show’s representations of Black men. The vulnerabilities of Black manhood are rarely portrayed in mainstream media due to the stereotypes of Black men being tough, aggressive and hypermasculine (key examples being the Black Brute trope or Thug trope). Even though I wouldn’t argue Mickey, Danny or Ryan fit these tropes exactly, their treatment reflects the antiblackness Black men experience; the false idea of inevitable struggle that Black men are supposed to ‘handle’ because of their ‘inherent’ strength. Across genders, Black characters are made to feel like they have to ‘work’ and ‘earn’ their spot in the TARDIS or ‘work’ to be worthy of the Doctor’s attention, which can feel like a barrier when it comes to feeling represented by this show. The Fugitive Doctor was a step forward, moving beyond Black characters as the companions but an attempt at a Black doctor, a Black main character. But with the Fugitive reduced to cameo roles and the end of the Chibnall era, this never came through. The main options seem to be Tin Dog or three seconds of screen time. Gatwa’s casting can not only be an attempt to build from the sidelining of the Fugitive but also provide a form of Black male representation the show has never done before, building on the neglect of Mickey, Danny and Ryan. The only way to move when you’re stuck at the bottom is upwards.

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#mickey smith #ryan sinclair #danny pink #fifteenth doctor #15th doctor #ncuti gatwa #doctor who #new who #black representation #doctor who analysis #fandom analysis #doctor who fandom #fandom antiblackness #fandom racism #fandom history #rtd critical #moffat critical #chibnall critical

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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The Finder: Duke Crocker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @aiko24k @magic-multicolored-miracle

When you’d first turned up in Haven you’d called yourself a P.I, Duke knows better these days, the more appropriate term would be a ‘Finder’. You have an exceptional gift for locating missing people, it’s that that brought you to Haven in the first place.

You’d been on the trail of your friend Jim Delaney, a man who had simply stepped out of your life one day and vanished into thin air. You’d managed to track him all the way here to Maine.

Using your less than savoury connections you’d discovered that Duke had been the one to smuggle him out of Boston. Jim’s Trouble had started to manifest physically and he’d had to cash in a favour from an old friend to spirit him away. It was safer for everyone, Jim had told you when you’d showed up at the houseboat Duke had set him up with.

It's seeing your compassion that makes Duke realise that you’re something special. Jim’s Trouble had disfigured him, rendered him practically unrecognisable to the man you once knew. However that didn’t seem to faze you. When you realised he was getting sicker, that his affliction was terminal you had set up yourself up in Haven and liquidating your business assets so that you could afford to make Jim more comfortable during his remaining few months.

“Who is he to you?” Duke had asked one night when the two of you were walking alongside each other on the beach. “Why come all the way out here to find him? Why choose to stay?”

“He’s my friend.” You say simply. “He gave me a chance when nobody else would.”

He’s doesn’t quite understand what that means until the night Jim passes away. The two of you are sipping from a forty year old single malt that he would have loved when you find yourself telling Duke how Jim saved you.

“I was living on the streets trying to escape a bad situation. I left with the clothes on my back and a couple of dollars I’d managed to take from my boyfriend’s wallet.” You tell him as you lay on a blanket, staring up at the stars. “I couldn’t go to the shelter because I knew he would find me so I started sleeping rough, trying to stay one step ahead of him until I could find a way to earn that wasn’t…”

You trail off then and Duke’s fingers thread through yours because he’s had to do some pretty terrible things to survive and now he knows you have too. He doesn’t judge you for it. He’s just glad you’re out of that situation, that you’re safe.

“He hired Jim to find you didn’t he?” he says into the darkness.

“Yea.” You say softly. “Jim, he took one look at the bruises, the doorway I was sleeping in, the clothes I was wearing…”

“And he saw you.” Duke says knowingly because Jim, he had done something similar for him just after Simon Crocker had died. He had been a lonely, messed up kid when Jim had taken him under his wing, helped him find his feet.

“He got me out of the city, set me up with a new identity, a job, a life.” You say softly, your voice breaking just a little. “He didn’t want anything, he didn’t expect anything, he just did it…”

“That’s who he was.” Duke says quietly as he shifts onto his side, propping his head up on his arm. “He couldn’t stand to see someone in distress, he couldn’t help himself…”

You turn to face him and he can see the agony in your eyes because Jim, he was a more than just a friend to you, he was a mentor, a father figure, the man who saved your life.

Without him you’re alone in the world all over again and Duke knows how hard that is, how untethered and isolated it makes you feel. His thumb ghosts over your cheek, chasing away the tears that stain your cheeks. He’s known you for just four months but already it feels like a life time.

“We’re gonna take care of each other alright?” He whispers to you as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “It’s you and me, no matter what happens. We’ll take care of each other.”

The two of you stay up, swapping stories about Jim into the early hours of the morning. You laugh, you cry and finally you fall asleep curled up against Duke, your head resting on his chest as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat. He draws the blanket up around your shoulders, tucking it around your body as he holds you close. You’re gone when he awakens, the scent of your perfume and the sea clinging to his skin.

You don’t come back for three weeks and when you do it's one in the morning.

He’s asleep when you let yourself into his bedroom, he wakes up to the aroma of jasmine and sunshine, it floods his senses as you join him underneath the covers. He thinks he’s dreaming at first but his dreams, they’re never this sweet.

“Tell me you’ve missed me.” You whisper as you strip off your shirt and his calloused palms chase over your bare skin.

“I have thought about you every damn day.” He murmurs into the curve of your throat as he helps you undress.

He makes love to you that night, his lips trailing over your naked form as the sound of the waves crash in his ears.

When he wakes up it’s to an empty bed. He sighs, burying his face into your pillow because this isn’t one of his usual one night affairs. He actually cares about you, the feelings he has, they’ve been there since the day you turned up on his boat peppering him with questions about Jim.

When he steps out onto his deck that morning he doesn’t expect to see you sitting there, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boots. You’re perched in his chair, sipping tea from a chipped mug and reading one of those mystery novels that you love so much.

Haven, he thinks as he lingers in the doorway, the edges of his mouth turning into a smile. It just has this way of giving people what they need, especially when they least expect it.

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sitp-recs · 14 days

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Hi Liv!!! Do you have any fic recommendations where they have a baby but one of them (draco/harry) didn’t know they have one? Like a secret kid AU! Thank you!!

Hi anon! I haven’t read many kid fics in general but I got a couple recs for you. I’m only sharing fics I’ve read but you can find more recs on this Reddit post, enjoy :)

Delaney by RurouniHime (M, 6k)

Harry takes a sip from his blue-striped (and quite hideous) mug and addresses the eyes that have attached themselves to his table.

Hold Close Your Heart and Take the Leap by dracogotgame (G, 19k)

Draco knows he needs to tell Potter their lives are about to change forever. But ‘knowing’ and ‘doing’ are two very different things.

A Day at the Park by taradiane (NC-17, 25k)

A not-so-chance encounter at a park sets the course for a shocking discovery that would change Harry's life forever.

Rock-a-bye Sweet Baby James by Femme and noeon (E, 28k)

Harry Potter knew that having a baby by himself would be difficult, but when his son's other father arrives on his doorstep, furious and upset at not being told about Harry's pregnancy, Harry's already messy life becomes a thousand times more complicated.

Cassiopeia Lily Malfoy by GallaPlacidia (NR, 37k)

In eighth year, Harry had a toxic fling with Draco Malfoy. Ten years later, a little girl shows up, begging for Harry's help. Could the two be connected? And did Harry misunderstand what Draco was trying to tell him, the last time they spoke?

The Piano by @orange-peony (E, 37k)

Harry knew Astoria Greengrass had sent for a husband, someone to keep her company on the particularly dreary and dark winter days on this remote island. Harry didn’t know who it was she had arranged to be sent here. All he knew was that the weather was horrid today, and the Portkeys had never properly worked in this remote corner of the North Sea. The island was special, its magic working in odd and surprising ways. The last person Harry expects to find on the beach is Draco Malfoy.

when by now and tree by leaf by @aibidil (E, 46k)

When Scorpius Malfoy is saying goodbye to his dying mother, he doesn't expect to hear her confess, "Your father slept with another man and became pregnant with you." Grappling with his grief and his identity, Scorpius sets out to discover his other father, who it turns out has a lighting-shaped scar and no idea that Scorpius exists.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #Mpreg #secret pregnancy

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bluedrcvm · 2 months

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And………..We’re back! #PovertySZNOver. Shout out to the real ones who held me down while I was on the mobile struggle. I’m still here, but a little wiser now, #IykYk ! Anyway, I have only three muses this time. I’m investing everything into EVE GLASPIE, DENALI DELANEY, & SATIVA SAYERS . I love them. They're my complex babies. Underneath the cut, you will find some important information about them. Please like this post if you want to plot. I promise I’ll message you.

Eve Lyra Glaspie

| 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 | ● Born March 5, 1997 in Drayton, NC. Pisces 🌞 ● Aquarius 🌙 • Scorpio ⬆️. She spent the first twelve years of her life in the hoods of Drayton, North Carolina. The move to the suburbs of Athena, Georgia happened when she was thirteen years old. She spent all of her adolescent years in Georgia. She transferred from GSU to LSU when she was twenty years old, the beginning of her life in Belle Vie, LA.

| 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 / 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 | ● Eve is a self-proclaimed old soul. Her musical influences stem from the way she was brought up. She spent a lot of time with her grandparents. They played a lot of Anita Baker, Barry White, Al Green, Aretha Franklin, and Roberta Flack. Her parents were more into Aaliyah, SWV, En Vogue, Prince, UGK, Erykah Badu, D'Angelo, Mary J. Blige, TLC, Whitney Houston, Outkast, Jill Scott, and Michael Jackson. Eve was a part of an R&B group with former friend Sylvia Vaugine and one of her best friends Princess Whittaker. The group was called Nu Soul. Sylvia was dubbed the best performer, Eve was the soulful aspect, and Princess was the glue that kept it all together. They had two hits that charted on Music Now's R&B Charts. The biggest being a cover of TLC's Baby-Baby-Baby that peaked at number five and the second being a cover of En Vogue's Don't Let Go, which peaked at number ten. Their only original song was called Through Enough and it was in the top 20 R&B charts. The group only released one EP that made a huge impact on black youth. Yet, social media was unfortunately the downfall of the young girl group as well. They disbanded after their short-lived success because of a petty feud. The girls went their own way and garnered solo success through their respective followings on social media. Eve has three million followers on Grampic, a million monthly listeners on Music Now, and 800K subscribers on VidMe. Aside from music, she's known for her unique fashion sense. She cites Aaliyah, Left Eye, and Naomi Campbell as her style icons.

SATIVA RAYANA SAYERS

𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬-𝗦𝗜𝗫 | ● Born October 31, 1997 in Liberty City, FL. Scorpio 🌞 Scorpio 🌙 Cancer ⬆️. She's the daughter of a woman who was known as "Mary Jane" around Florida. People gave her the moniker because she was well-known for selling weed to numerous drug dealers. Alongside Sativa's father, Mary sold narcotics. Cocaine and crack was sort of "average" They were her boyfriend's thing. Mary was the one who introduced weed to their business. What made her marijuana stand out among the rest was the potent THC and impressive structure. Everybody sold weed and coke around Liberty City back in the 90s and 2000s. But only one person was dubbed the queen of marijuana. That was Asani "Mary Jane" Jones.

𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗥 / 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗩𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗥 | ● Standing at only 5'2 like her mother, Sativa's curves came from the same woman. Mary Jane faced struggles in a male-dominated industry. Certain men didn't take a 5'2 woman seriously. That's what her 6'2 boyfriend was for. He wasn't just a cocaine-addicted drug dealer. The guy had the muscles of a body builder. And the coldest eyes anyone had ever seen. Sativa's father was much more than a dealer. He was also an enforcer until the drugs took him all the way down in his mid 30s. He went from being addicted to coke to battling a heroin addiction in the late 2000s. Ironically, the latter formed while he was incarcerated on drug charges. By this time, her mother left the business. She was smart enough to invest in a barbershop that her younger brother ran for her. Sativa was close to her uncle and his wife. Matter of fact, her first job at the age of ten was sweeping up hair at his barbershop. She learned about unisex salons because of him. His wife worked as a braider who specialized in braids, twists, and locs. She taught Sativa how to braid and her uncle taught her how to cut. When Sativa was around fifteen years old, the aunt even let her do some of her clients' hair. The rave reviews made her want to pursue it professionally. She became sidetracked after high school because of a man. Much like what she grew up around, Sativa was attracted to drug dealers and gang members. Her most infamous boyfriend Draylon "Killa D" Johnson was a part of a gang on the south side of Liberty City. He was a few years older than her. Sativa was eighteen and he was twenty-three at the time. Draylon was in the midst of a gang war between two gangs. Bodies were piling up, blood was splattered on the streets. It got so bad that even cops avoided certain neighborhoods they knew was too dangerous for even them. The rumor was he was responsible for at least fifteen of those bodies. Sativa was blinded by her parents' love story. She wanted one just like it and got it with Draylon. He was flashy and unashamed of what he was doing. Draylon was showing off guns, money, and alluding to the killings all over Grampic. Sativa was in the background of a lot of pictures and videos, making people wonder who the girl with the "big ass" was. They started following her more than him and that's when their relationship got complicated. He became abusive and insecure. He wouldn't let her do anything. Sativa was even pregnant at twenty-one. A physical altercation led to a miscarriage. Still, she wouldn't leave him. They were very well-known on the urban side of Grampic, black youth being their primary audience. Unfortunately, Draylon wasn't allowed to redeem himself. He was killed in his late twenties by a younger member of the rival gang. He caught him "slipping" outside of a corner store. Sativa was only twenty-three years old when he died. The money he had stashed away, she used to relocate to Indiana and start anew. She went to beauty school to get her license and built her own unisex salon called "Cultivated Hair"

DENALI ROBYN DELANEY

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 | ● Born June 30, 1993, on the north side of Villemore, MD. Cancer 🌞 Libra 🌙 Pisces ⬆️ The product of a north side love story. Her parents were teenagers who fell in love in the late 80s. The story begins when they were both fourteen in 1989. They were attending high school during the time when Washington, D.C. was declared "The Murder Capital" Villemore was just thirty minutes away from the Southeast region of Washington, D.C. The high murder rate stemmed from the crack epidemic plaguing the DMV area. Her own father's mother had fallen into temptation, trying crack in 1987. She became addicted to the drug. Her father always said that he was both a "motherless" and "fatherless" child because of the abandonment. Her mother came from a different kind of family. Perhaps because she came from a mixed background. Her father was Jewish and Italian. Her mother was Afro-Latina. She grew up wealthy. Her father owned local laundromats, and her mother worked in the medical field until her retirement at 45. Denali's father was Black and Irish. He didn't know his Irish side well because he was many generations after his great great great grandfather, who was Irish. By the time he was born, his bloodline was mostly Black.

𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗧 | ● When she was growing up, Denali could remember people commending her mother on her looks and fashion sense. Her parents didn't let a teen pregnancy stop them from pursuing their dreams. Denali's father played college football. He was one of the players who received money from drug dealers who wanted them to win games for profit. Gambling on college games was big in his era. A career-shattering injury ruined his chance of going to the pros. He worked a normal 9-5 until the 10's. His alma mater offered him a coaching job. He worked as a defensive coach, eventually working his way up to head coach. That's been his job since 2019. Her mother is a homebody. She does arts and crafts, including blankets and seasonal wreaths. She sells them online. They're the complete opposites of what they were as teens in the late 80s and early 90s. Denali would say she got her style from her mother. Don't confuse the recluse for the stylish diva of the 90s. Her mother is more modest at 48. She doesn't care about keeping up with trends like the 90s babies she gave birth to. She lived in the era, attended Freaknik, wore the big exaggerated hairstyles, the booty shorts, etc. Denali modeled a lot of her image after her mother. She rose to prominence through social media. She was one of the first women to blow up on Grampic. Her college years were all over Blurbs and Grampic. After realizing she could make serious profit from the internet, Denali took it seriously. She has made claims that Grampic paid off her student loans and bought her first foreign whip. Denali started working as a stylist to the women of the WABA at the age of twenty-six. It started with one reaching out then came a viral outfit, and the rest was history. The AFL decided they needed to be more "hip" and "inclusive" Thus, the reason teams started hiring more minorities who were social media savvy. The Commanders, under new management, hired Denali to be a style consultant to a few of their young ballers who had an impact on the youth.

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Devlin Doherty

[Character reference art]

Full Name:

Devlin Doherty

Alias(s):

Dev (nickname)

Species:

Entity of Eternal Purgatory

(Previously human)

Age:

24 (locked)

Birth Date:

September 8, 1894

Death:

Sometime in September of 1918; was shot in the heart while fighting on the front lines of combat in WW1

Gender:

Male

Pronouns:

he/him

[Fuck/off /j]

Sexual Orientation:

Bisexual

Height:

6'1"

Weight:

160lbs

Hair:

Dark red

Eyes:

light blue

Body Type:

Military-Athletic

Ethnicity:

American (second-generation Irish)

Place of Birth:

Boston, MA

Current Residence:

pocket dimension in hell

Appearance:

Devlin has dark red hair, pale skin like his father, Julius Doherty, freckles like his mother, Emily, and prominent dark circles underneath his eyes due to lack of sleep. Devlin's usual attire consists of a light brown/yellow button-up shirt, an asymmetrical dark brown leather corset vest, two pocket holsters, leather army boots, dark brown pants, and a leather belt with two thigh harnesses (+gun holster) attached. Devlin also wears a necklace with the key to his keepsake box. It has the date of his death engraved into it.

Notable Features:

Freckles, chest scar where he was shot

Personality:

Perpetually pissed off

Easily annoyed

Snarky

Sarcastic

Comedic; extremely dark sense of humor

Violent (prone to sudden rages with or without reason)

Rude

Impulsive

Controlling

Extrovert

Family Members:

Julius Doherty - father (alive)

Emily Doherty (maiden name: O'Brian) - mother (deceased)

Octavian Doherty - older brother - (alive)

Flynn Doherty - younger brother (presumed dead)

Emma Doherty - younger sister (deceased)

Relationship Status:

Taken

Boyfriend: Cian Lynch © @sanityshorror

Friendships/Allies:

The Hellcrew & The Legacy Seraphina Shaw © @gracilissart / @seraphinashaw Cian Lynch © @sanityshorror / @cian-lynch Julius Doherty © @sanityshorror / @juliusthedressmaker Killian Lynch © @sanityshorror / @killianlynch

Enemies:

Lucien Delaney © @scarfaxia / @lucienthepsychiatrist

Catchphrase(s):

"Here comes the pain!"

#julius the dressmaker #creepypasta #the dressmaker from hell #hellcrew #julius doherty #killian lynch #Devlin Doherty #updated!!!#will add to this later on

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teamivankaye · 2 years

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Ivan's new character Mr. Delaney talking to Rosa Salazar's Katie in 'Wedding Season' (coming 8 September to Disney+) gives me the vibes of his drug baron Polo Yakur in 'Assassination Games' (2011) & of his King Aelle of Northumbria striving to defend his kingdom, culture & family in 'Vikings' (2013-2017). 👑 Just that this is a comedy. 😄 Can't wait to see who he resembles most - my bets are on Polo. 😉 What do you think?

#IvanKaye #MrDelaney #WeddingSeason #WeddingSeasonDisney #WeddingSeasonSeries #KingAelle #Vikings #KingAella #HistoryVikings #PoloYakur #AssassinationGames #father #fatherinlaw #brother #drugbaron #KingOfNorthumbria #KingÆlle #KingÆlla #Ælle #DisneyPlus

#ivan kaye #mr. delaney #wedding season #wedding season disney #wedding season series #parallels #king aelle #vikings #king aella #history vikings #polo yakur #assassination games #drug baron #king of northumbria #head of the family #father #father in law #brother

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marleyelona · 2 months

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Beautiful Redemption

(THE PORN STAR)

"Redemption lies in the beauty of second chances."

In which; Wendy Case's baby sister finds herself drawn to a particular man wearing the reaper.

Status: ongoing

22/04/2024-present

SOA: S2-

Chibs Telford x fem! oc

Starring: Giorgia Whigham (Avery Case) and Timothy Olyphant (Stanley Case)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my character, Avery Case, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show. I do not give permission for anyone to repost my work as their own in anyway.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the majority of the gifs that are used throughout this book, including the ones on this page. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google, which I will clarify. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go to the creators. I also DO the collages, covers, tags and trailers that are made. The majority of the pictures are made by A.I imaging.

⚠️WARNING 18+⚠️: violence, coarse language, mental health issues, domestic violence, abuse, possiblity of sexual abuse and/or rape, gore, fighting, drug and alcohol abuse, criminal activity, guns, sex work, large relationship age gap, death or talks of death, inappropriate racial slurs (things said in the show) and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. If any of these are a trigger for you, please take caution if you decide to continue.

CHAPTER ONE

Family Matters

[ Small Tears ]

"I think it stems from my raging Daddy issues."

~ AVERY CASE to CHIBS TELFORD

AVERY'S OUTFIT

THE HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM buzzed with the muted sounds of whispered conversations and the occasional beep of medical equipment. Luann Delaney, the matriarch of the porn industry, hovered over one of her girls, Avery Case, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. With a gentle touch, she dabbed at Avery's bloody nose, trying to stem the flow of blood.

"It's gonna be okay," she assured her with a gentle tone. "Just tip your head back a little bit. I don't think it's broken.

"Wait a minute, hang on to that," Luann instructed, passing the tissue to Avery, before her attention shifted to the entrance.

Two figures strode into the room, their presence commanding attention. Jax Teller and Chibs Telford, members of the notorious Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.

Luann wasted no time addressing the newcomers, her voice tinged with anger, "I told you not to stir things up. Look what that asshole did to her," she admonished, gesturing towards a bruised and battered Avery.

Jax's eyes widened in shock as he rushed to kneel in front of Avery, his heart sinking at the sight of her injuries, "Holy shit, Avery," he breathed, his voice heavy with concern and guilt.

Luann's curiosity piqued as she observed the interaction between Jax and Avery, "Wait, you two know each other?"

Jax nodded solemnly, his gaze never leaving Avery's battered form, "Yeah, she's my ex-wife's baby sister," he confirmed, his tone laced with regret. "This was Caruso?"

Avery confirmed Jax's words with a nod, her voice strained with pain, "Yeah, little prick," she muttered, her eyes locking with his.

Jax's expression softened as he gently brushed Avery's hair out of her face, his heart aching at her words, "Oh, God, darlin', I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't even know you were still in the game. I thought you were at school up in Nevada."

"The old man's got a crank debt the size of Indiana Hills," Avery explained her predicament, the desperation evident in her voice. "I gotta pay it off or they'll kill him, Jax," she confessed, her words weighted with the burden of responsibility. "I mean, he was a shitty father, but he doesn't deserve to die."

Jax's anger flared at the mention of Avery's father, his fists clenched in frustration. Stanley Case was not a good man, he abused both Avery and Wendy throughout their entire childhood, both mentally and physically. He abused both alcohol and drugs, putting them first before his own family, which usually resulted with him going to prison for short periods of time on and off, or to disappear for months on end, leaving his daughters to fend for themselves.

But Audrey had a heart of gold, which made her very naive at times, always falling back into old patterns. She believed everyone deserved a second chance, so that's what she gave her father time and time again, which got her into some pretty sticky situations. Unlike Wendy, who had cut off their father years ago.

"So, he's resorted to letting his little girl get rear-ended in front of the camera?!" Jax spat, his eyes blazing with fury.

Avery shook her head, "I don't do that shit anymore. I mainly do solo work, with the occasional blow job," she admitted, her words heavy with shame.

Jax's anger continued to simmer beneath the surface as he processed Avery's words, his mind racing with thoughts of retribution, "There's gotta be a better way," he insisted, his voice laced with determination.

"This is the quickest way to pay back Darby," she said with a sigh. If she had a choice she wouldn't be doing this either, but she didn't want to find her father dead in a ditch one day.

Jax's expression softened as he reached out to gently examine Avery's bruised face, his heart breaking at her pain, "Shit, Aves. What did this animal do to you?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.

"Tell them what Georgie said," Luann interjected, urging Avery to repeat the threatening message from Georgie.

Avery hesitated, before revealing the extent of Georgie's threat, her words a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in their world, "He told me to tell Luann that if the little biker boys show up again, he's going to roll the cameras while he jams his dіck up all your asses," she recounted, her voice trembling with fear.

Jax's features hardened as he vowed to take action, his fists clenched in silent fury, "I'm gonna go fuck this guy up. You alright?" he asked, his concern evident as he searched Avery's eyes for reassurance.

Avery nodded, a flicker of determination igniting within her despite the pain, "Yeah, I'll pull through," she affirmed, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her.

Jax pressed a tender kiss to Avery's cheek, before rising to his feet, his gaze lingering on her form with a mixture of affection and determination, "I'll catch ya later, darlin'," he promised, his voice a solemn vow as he prepared to face the threat head-on.

Luann's voice cut through the tension, her tone a mix of warning and concern as she addressed Jax, "Jax, don't you do anything!" she admonished, her words a desperate plea for restraint amidst the escalating chaos.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?!" Jax roared back, his face full of fury. "He came after my family! Now, it's personal! Get her patched up! Call the rest of your talent, tell them to lock their goddamn doors!" he commanded, his voice echoing with authority.

As Jax and Chibs prepared to leave, Luann's voice echoed with a note of apology as she recoiled, slight fear over taking her features at Jax's outburst.

"Should we call Clay?" Chibs asked, moving in toe with his V.P.

"Nah, I'll handle it. I need you to make sure she gets home. Keep her safe," Jax replied, motioning to Avery, who was now being comforted by Luann once more as the tears of pain and fear started to overwhelm her.

"All right, Jackie boy," with a nod of understanding and a pat on the back, Chibs accepted the responsibility, his gaze unwavering as he watched Jax depart, before heading back over to Avery and Luann.

***

Stepping through the doors to Avery's upstairs apartment, Chibs' eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight before him.

The apartment was dimly lit with flickering fluorescent lights, casting shadows on cracked walls. The air was heavy with the scent of stale cigarettes and mildew. Rusty pipes groaned in protest as water dripped from leaky faucets. Outside, sirens wailed in the distance, punctuating the constant hum of urban decay.

Although, despite the neglect, the apartment displayed a sense of home with mismatched furniture arranged in a cozy layout. A threadbare rug covers the worn linoleum floor, and faded curtains hung from the windows, attempting to soften the harsh sites of the rough streets. Despite the cracks in the walls, framed photos and knick-knacks added a personal touch of Avery.

"Thanks for dropping me off and walking me to the door, Filip," Avery said as she closed the door behind them, discarding her bag, phone and keys on the kitchen counter.

"Anytime, lass," Chibs said, his Scottish accent filling the air. And Avery wasn't going to lie, she found the sound of his voice very attractive.

While Chibs came to lean on the kitchen counter, his arms folded over his chest, Avery pulled the fridge open, grabbing herself a water, before offering one to Chibs, who waved a dismissive hand, shaking his head.

"But if you don’t mind me asking," Chibs started to say, observing the blonde closely as she came to sit at the dining table cross legged. "You seem like a sweet girl, how do you end up sucking dick for a living?"

Avery choked on a mouth full of water at the abrupt question, placing the bottle of water down in front of her, she let out a sigh, before replying, "I think it stems from my raging daddy issues."

Chibs chuckled, a smirk crossing his face as he shook his head in amusement.

But Avery's expression was dead serious, "I'm not kidding."

All amusement dropped from Chibs’ face at the girl's words.

"I got into the escort business right out of school," Avery started to explain, a hint of sadness etched in her tone. "My mum took off when I was a baby. And my dad was in and out of prison, and when he wasn’t, he was never really around, so it was just me and Wendy. If we didn’t work, we didn't eat, we didn't bath - It kept the lights on. And as time went by I just got deeper and deeper into the industry."

A sympathetic expression crossed Chibs' face as he felt a pang at his heart for the young woman, "I'm sorry," he said softly.

"I'm not," she retorted, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly at Chibs' surprised expression. "I know where I come from, and I know who I am. Sometimes life deals you a rough hand, and you do what you have to do to make it through. We all have our own deck of cards to play. Isn't that why you wear that kutte?"

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, nodding his head in agreement, "I guess so," he said, striding forward and pulling out a chair, before taking a seat across from Avery.

Avery watched him cautiously with a hint of confusion, "You don't have to stay, you know. I'll be fine," she assured. "Jax is being way too overprotective."

But Chibs didn't even attempt to move as he simply leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest, "I think it's best that I do, they might come back."

"If you insist," she said, making it to her feet. "There's beer in the fridge, help yourself. I'm gonna shower," she declared, starting to remove her clothes right in front of him without a care in the world, before heading into her bathroom.

Chibs’ eyes widened as he watched her go, her bare ass on full display.

But as Avery pushed the door close, a crack remained, so Chibs was able see her through the mirror.

Seconds later, the sound of the shower running filled the air, a steady cascade of water against tile echoing softly through the room. But moments later, Chibs' ears caught onto the distant murmuring sound of a girl moaning. His interest piqued as he leaned slightly closer to the door, still seated on the chair in the dining room and as he turned his gaze to the bathroom mirror once more, he caught sight of exactly what she was doing with that damn shower head.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Chibs cursed under his breath, running a hand down his face as he readjusted himself in his pants that seemed to have become very tight all of a sudden.

***

The door to the clubhouse closed behind Avery as stepped inside behind her brother-in-law.

Jax's mind raced with plans and possibilities, each thought a puzzle piece in his quest to protect those he cared about. Yet amidst the chaos of his thoughts, one idea shone brightly like a beacon of hope.

Turning to face Avery, Jax's gaze softened with a newfound determination, "Avery, listen to me," he began. "I know things are tough right now, but maybe there's another way of doing things."

Avery's eyes flickered with curiosity, a glimmer of hope stirring within her weary heart, "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Jax took a step closer, "I want you to come work for the club," he explained, his words measured yet filled with sincerity. "We could use some extra hands behind the bar at Samcro parties. And Mum can always use a hand with paper work at TM."

Avery's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her mind struggling to comprehend the offer before her, "But what about my dad's debt?" she questioned, her stress evident in her tone.

Jax's gaze locked with hers, "I'll talk to the guys, see if we can work something out," he promised, his voice filled with determination. "Maybe we can use some of the money earned at parties to help pay off your old man's debt faster."

A flicker of hope danced in Avery's eyes as she considered Jax's offer, the prospect of freedom tantalisingly close, "You'd do that for me?" she whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Jax nodded, his expression filled with unwavering certainty, "You're family, Avery," he affirmed, his words a solemn vow. "And family takes care of each other."

A smile tugged at the corners of Avery's lips as she reached out to grasp Jax's hand, her touch a silent expression of gratitude, "Thank you, Jackie," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

With a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Jax offered her a small smile, his heart filled with hope for the girl's future, "I'm gonna get you out of the life, Aves, I promise you that."

***

AVERY'S OUTFIT

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the soft murmur of conversation as Chibs settled onto a stool, his weary frame sinking into the familiar embrace of the worn leather. Avery stood behind the bar, her movements fluid as she worked with practiced ease, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she caught sight of Chibs.

"What can I get ya?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she met his gaze.

"A whiskey neat, darlin'," Chibs replied, his brogue soft yet filled with warmth as he returned her smile.

As Avery served him the drink, Chibs took a sip, the smooth burn of the whiskey warming him from the inside out. Yet as he savored the familiar taste, Avery's words cut through the air like a knife.

"So, did you enjoy the show?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

In shock, Chibs spit out his drink, the amber liquid splashing against the bar as he struggled to regain his composure.

Avery couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her laughter a melodic sound amidst the chaos of the bar, "I could see you watching me earlier," she admitted teasingly.

Chibs cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he met Avery's gaze, "I'm sorry, lass, but you didn't exactly close the door."

Avery shrugged, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes, "Yeah, I'm so used to people watching me. It doesn't really affect me anymore," she confessed. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. But I guess it was just the adrenaline - I needed a release."

Chibs nodded understandingly, his expression filled with empathy, "No judgment here, lass," he assured her. "You do what you gotta do."

Avery smiled gratefully with a hint of cheekiness to it - Chibs could tell she was going to be a hand full.

"You want another?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she gestured towards his empty glass.

"Aye, love one," Chibs replied, his voice filled with gratitude as he handed her the glass.

As Avery took the glass from Chibs' hand, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, before they both brushed it off, returning to their roles with practiced ease.

With a small smile, Avery served Chibs his drink, the warmth of their brief connection lingering in the air like a promise of something yet to come.

A/N:

23/04/2024

This is a possible fanfiction that I want to write, so if you enjoy please let me know and I will definitely continue this story.

~ Marley 😄

#chibs telford #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #jax teller #fanfiction #original character #writers on tumblr #reading #books #clay morrow #bobby munson #juice ortiz #giorgia whigham #tommy flanagan #timothy olyphant #tig trager #gemma teller #tara knowles

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