Fx tv show short prompts

by Samjr04

Chapter 1

Please comment couples or friendships or duo in general with a prompt below
1. Getting lost somewhere
2. Pet names
3. Patching each other up
4. Hospital visit
5. Making fun of each other
6. Sleeping in
7. Drawing each other
8. Teaching each other how to do something
9. One of them is sick
10. Shopping together
11. Buying flowers
12. Dealing with children
13. Monopoly (Can be 2 or 3 couples)
14. Falling asleep on a couch
15. Having a mental breakdown after watching the other die
16. Singing old songs badly to cheer the other up
17. Comparing each other to art at a gallery
18. Choking and completely unnecessary mouth to mouth
19. Giggling at each other
20. Puppies
21. Watching old movies
22. Throwing each other into a swimming pool
23. Couple co-ordinated Halloween costume
24. Star-gazing
25. Someone has a headache
26. Aggressively cuddling
27. (Soulmate AU) tattoo of first words said
28. (Soulmate AU) seeing color for the first time when you touch
29. "Don't go where I can't follow."
30. "I know it's three in the morning, but I can't find my cat

31. Exercising
32. Night in a hotel
33. Watching the clouds
34. Walking in the rain
35. Climbing trees
36. Visiting a grave
37. Surviving a mob hit/attempted murder
38. Mistletoe
39. Snowball fight/building a snowman
40. Against a wall (smut)
41. On the floor (smut)
42. Shower/tub (can be smut or noy)
43. Kitchen sex (smut)
44. In a changing room (smut)
45. One of them is missing
46. Pregnancy announcement
47. Unexpected twins
48. Pretending to be a couple but falling in love
49. College dorm mate
50. College professor and student
51. Packing for camping/vacation (specify)
52. Setting up a camp site
53. A hike
54. Campfire fluff or smut (specify)
55. Proposal
56. Wedding (prep or ceremony)
57. Argument
58. Making up or forgiveness
59. Kitten(s)
60. Too much stress
61. Living room smut
62. First kiss
63. Love confession
64. Affair
65. First meet
66. Meeting while Undercover
67. Drunken hookup
68. Doing business with each other
69. Protecting each other
70. Reunions
71. Hate smut
72. Limo smut
73. Car smut
74. Coat closet smut
75. Comforting
76. Related/ twins
77. Letters
78. Cabin smut
79. One bed
80. Bickering
81. Camping smut
82. Kidnapping
83. Trapped together in place of writers choice
84. Cuddling
85. Sleepy love confession
86. Drunken marriage
87. Eloping
88. Crying in an elevator
89. Breakdown after losing a loved one
90. Giving advice
91. Getting advice
92. Meeting the family
93. Dancing at a club
94. Cyo
95. Public bathroom smut
96. Public smut
97. Club smut
98. Workplace romance
99. Hidden romance
100. Dress shopping
101. Roommates
102. Goodbyes
103. Roleplay
104. Talking about sex
105. Hallucinating the other
106. Sports
107. Sex toys
108. Sharing drinks
109. Secret kid
110. Conjuical visit( smut)
111. Dying in each others arms

Chapter 2: Cyo- Jax and Kristina- GH and SOA

(MISSING SCENE FROM ONE SHOT COLLECTION)

The flippant sounds of the tv channels flipping rushed through the clubhouse, as the members of SAMCRO sat at the bar decided what to watch that evening. They finally landed on the Port Charles nurses ball, after a Certain someone saw a familiar face.
"Welcome to the 20th annual nurses ball, im your host for the evening Robin Scorpio- Drake and my gorgeous co-host Kristina Corinthos-Davis" the older women spoke before the you get came out in a halter neckline, backless, long emerald dress that complemented her eyes.
"Mama" came from behind the group from a child like voice. they turned around to see Abel being held in Jax's arms, whose eyes never left the younger woman on the screen.
"Daddy, mama is pretty" Abel spoke lightly to his father
"Yeah she does buddy, she really does" Jax responded not wanting to correct his son. The group looked in shock at this development, wondering how close Jax and Kristina relationship really was, for Abel to call her mama. They spent the rest of the evening watching the live stream with Abel getting excited every time his mama popped on the screen, which made Jax and the rest of SAMCRO happy to see Abel so happy and excited.

Chapter 3: Cyo- Kristina Davis and Jax Teller- General Hospital and Sons of Anarchy

Jax's foot fastly tapped the hospital waiting room floor, waiting to know if his son is going to make it or not. He was so worried he didn't notice the beautiful petite brunette women sitting next to him with a similar worry.
"What's got you so worried, Sweetheart?"
She looked meeting his eyes, asking without speaking, if he was talking to her. He slightly nodded before she decided whether to answer the stranger.
"My father" she answered cryptically before speaking again "what about you?"
He hesitated for a moment whether to spill the truth to her. She looked at him with a comforting looking that drew him in to her orbit.
"My son" he saw the suddenly spark of shock in her eyes before quickly being replaced with comfort
"I'm sorry, that's awful" she lightly place her hand on his shoulder in comfort. Before Tara made her way to the waiting room.
"Kristina" Tara spoke before the other woman began to stand up and grab her stuff before turning to say "good luck" to Jax, leaving the waiting room.Jax went back to nervously tapping his foot waiting for his turn.

As skylight turned into skyfall, Kristina was on the phone outside her fathers room. When Clay came behind the coroner behind her. His ears perked up when he heard her speak.
"encuéntrame en el bar justo afuera de Charming, a las 7 en punto o usarás tu lengua para una corbata" before hanging up the phone and heading back into the room but not before Clay captured a picture of her through the hospital window. He sent the photo to Juice before sending a text telling him to dig up information on her.
Later that evening, Jax and Gemma were  in the Nicu watching over Jax's son,when Clay and the rest of SAMCRO came in behind Clay.
"What's going on, Clay?"Gemma asked concernly at her husband
"Mob business is rolling into Charming. We are going to stake out a business meeting at the bar outside of town tonight at 7"
"Mob business"
"The corinthos organization in particular. The meeting is between an unknown source and Sonny Corinthos daughter Kristina." Clay spoke while showing the duo the picture from before.Jax was slightly shocked that the woman who was comforting him in the waiting room is a Mob Princess.
"You ok sweetheart?"
"Yeah, mom I'm fine. Can you stay with Abel tonight"
"Of course" she kissed his cheek before the group left the hospital. When they got to the bar they scanned the room before landing on Kristina, who was in a booth in the back of the bar. They sat at the booth in front of hers before hearing her footsteps as she moved to greet her associate.
"Buenas noches Mr. Reyes" Kristina spoke sweetly before shaking the enemies hand
"Buenas noches Ms. Corinthos" he lightly kissed her cheek before they took their seats
"Lo siento por la condición de tu padre. Estoy seguro de que tu padre te ha puesto al corriente de nuestro trato."
"Sí, me informó esta tarde. Hay 2 millones de dólares en este maletín para transportar antigüedades del mercado negro. Todo lo que tienes que hacer es aceptar nuestros términos." Kristina spoke while placing the brief case between their drinks. SAMCRO especially Jax listened in interest at the deal going down.
"¿Qué términos?" Reyes asked in confusion as if they hadn't discussed terms before tonight. She slid a contract of terms before verbalizing them
"1. no habrá nada más que antigüedades del mercado negro transportando a través de mi territorio
2. no importa qué, los federales deben permanecer fuera de mi organización y nuestras espaldas
3. Su gente tendrá protección de mi organización y espero que extienda la misma maldición a mi gente
4. Si no acepta la oferta al final de esta reunión, mi organización puede buscar en otra parte.
estos términos no son negociables y si no estamos de acuerdo con que se anule esta acusación, ¿tenemos un acuerdo?" Kristina rattled off, before sitting back nursing her second drink, while giving him time to think it over. Before he could answer Gunshots rang out through the bar.
Reyes tried to snatch the briefcase from the table but not before knocked him out with the bunt of her Gun. While SAMCRO began shooting towards the gunmen. Kristina joined in while keeping the briefcase close to her. As the gunshots silenced down, she saw Jax nursing a Gunshot wound on his shoulder. She raced toward the back before grabbing a bunch of towels while Clay took care of Reyes by shooting him four times in the chest and head.  Kristina raced and kneeled down before dressing the wound.
"Nice to see you again, sweetheart" he flirted while slurring his words and losing consciousness
"I need you to stay awake, ok. Can you stay awake for me?"
"Anything for you darling"
Sirens blared throughout the bar's walls. As emergency respondents rolled in gurneys to take the injured to the hospital in Charming. While the un injured stayed behind to be questioned by police for the rest of the evening.
[The next morning]
Jax began to flutter his eyelids to the light, before looking up to see Kristina at his bed side.
Smiling at her presence, he took her hand in his before speaking
"Hello sweetheart"
"Hey you, I'm glad you're ok" she smiled at him which drew him further into her aura
"Are you ok, Sweetheart" he asked finally seeing the pain behind her eyes
"I'm fine"
"Are you sure" he pushed further knowing that's she lying
"I'm sure just a little shoken up about last night. But I'm fine really."
He decided not to push further seeing she didn't want to speak about it. They spent almost an hour just getting to know each other better from his name to their favorite things to everything in between.
"Mr. Teller, we have to take you for some more tests" Tara spoke professionally, while trying to suppress the jealousy she felt rising through her.
"I'll see you later Jax" Kristina lightly squeezed his hand before leaving the two alone
"Whose that" Tara asked when the two were alone
"Not that's any of your business, she's a friend" Jax answered, sick of the mind games Tara played on him.
While Jax got his tests done, Clay pulled Kristina aside. He wanted SAMCRO and the Corinthos Organization to team up. SAMCRO would run black market antiques through the harbors while the Corinthos would help them create a SAMCRO chapter in Port Charles.
"I'll have to discuss it with my father first, but I'll find you afterwards." She spoke professionally and left before he had a chance to respond.
It only took an hour when Kristina made her way to Jax's room where SAMCRO members filed in. She lightly tapped Clay's shoulder, ushering him to follow her to the hallway. Leaving the other members in confusion including his wife.
"Have you made a decision about my offer" clay spoke professionally in his own biker way
"Yes, we've decided to accept your offer" she spoke similarly before handing him the briefcase. As he looked at her in confusion, not having discussed any monetary exchanges.
"It's the same amount we were given to Reyes in the deal. Just take it use it toward SAMCRO branch here or in building one in Port Charles." Kristina responded to his reaction before placing her hand out to shake his commensurationing  their business deal. They both shook each others hands knowing  this deal would bring major profits to both clubs/organizations but they still need to get the rest of SAMCRO on board.
"What did she want" Gemma bluntly asked as her husband walked back in the room with a briefcase. Clay relayed the offer to the others leading to a mix of reactions mostly of the positive kind.
"Having the Corinthos in our coroner will be good for us. Especially with this expansion." Clay looked at Jax specifically knowing that Kristina will be spend a lot more time in Charming and maybe just maybe the two would fall in love one day and marry, uniting the two organizations together more permanently.

Chapter 4: 64-Wendy and Gemma- Sons of Anarchy

The air inside the Teller-Morrow garage hung heavy with the scent of gasoline and motor oil. Wendy paced near the motorcycles, her mind racing. She’d always been drawn to chaos—the thrill of danger, the taste of rebellion. But this? This was different.

Gemma Teller Morrow, matriarch of the Sons, stood by the workbench, wiping grease off her hands. Her eyes, sharp as switchblades, locked onto Wendy. “You’re playing with fire, girl,” Gemma said, her voice low and dangerous.

Wendy’s heart pounded. She’d never expected this—a forbidden attraction that defied every rule. Gemma was the queen bee, fierce and unyielding. Wendy was the ex-wife, the recovering addict trying to reclaim her life. Yet here they were, drawn together like magnets.

“You think Clay doesn’t know?” Gemma’s smirk cut through the tension. “Men are blind, but they ain’t stupid.”

Wendy’s fingers traced the edge of a wrench. “What do you want from me, Gemma?”

Gemma stepped closer, their breaths mingling. “You’re a wild card, Wendy. Jax’s ex, Abel’s mother. You’ve got a piece of his soul.” Her eyes bore into Wendy’s. “And I’ve got secrets.”

Secrets. Gemma’s life was a tapestry of them—blood-soaked threads woven into the fabric of SAMCRO. Wendy knew some—John Teller’s letters, the Belfast affair. But this? An affair with Gemma? It was madness.

“You’re playing with fire too,” Wendy whispered. “Clay—”

Gemma’s laughter echoed off the garage walls. “Clay’s a snake. He’s got his own dalliances. But this?” She leaned in, lips brushing Wendy’s ear. “This is our rebellion.”

Their stolen moments became clandestine meetings—the backseat of Gemma’s Cadillac, the shadows of the chapel. Wendy tasted whiskey on Gemma’s lips, felt the heat of her skin. They whispered promises, fueled by adrenaline and lust.

But the guilt gnawed at Wendy. Jax, her first love, oblivious to the flames licking at his family. Abel, their innocent son, caught in the crossfire. And Gemma—Gemma was a tempest, a force of nature that could destroy them all.

One night, after Gemma’s hands had left bruises on Wendy’s hips, she pulled away. “We can’t keep doing this,” Wendy said, her voice raw.

Gemma’s eyes softened. “We’re survivors, Wendy. We take what we can.”

And so, they danced on the edge of betrayal. Wendy’s heart split—Jax or Gemma? Love or desire? The roar of motorcycles drowned out her thoughts.

In the dim light of the garage, Gemma traced a scar on Wendy’s forearm. “We’re rebels, darlin’. Sons of anarchy.”

Wendy leaned into the touch. “And what happens when the truth comes out?”

Gemma’s smile was wicked. “We burn it all down.”

Chapter 5: 114-Mac,Frank,Charlie,Dennis,Dee-It's always sunny in Philadelphia

The Gang is gathered around their usual booth, nursing beers and arguing about their latest get-rich-quick scheme.

MAC: (leaning in) Guys, I’ve been thinking. We’re all soulmates, you know? Not in a romantic way, but like… platonic soulmates.

DENNIS: (rolls eyes) Mac, we’re not soulmates. We’re just a bunch of losers stuck running this dump.

CHARLIE: (excitedly) Wait, wait! What if we’re like the Avengers of mediocrity? Each of us has a superpower: Mac’s enthusiasm, Dennis’s hair, Dee’s ability to ruin everything—

DEE: (interrupting) Hey!

FRANK: (leaning back) I like where this is going. Keep talking, Charlie.

CHARLIE: (leaning in) And Frank, well, he’s like our twisted Yoda. Always scheming, always one step ahead.

MAC: (pounding the table) Exactly! We’re a team! We complete each other. Our powers combined—

DENNIS: (deadpan) Mac, you’re drunk. And this is ridiculous.

DEE: (leaning toward Dennis) But what if he’s right? What if we’re destined to be together forever, like a dysfunctional Justice League?

FRANK: (stroking his chin) I’ve always said we’re like a family. Dysfunctional, sure, but a family nonetheless.

CHARLIE: (dreamy) Imagine our superhero names! I’ll be “Captain Dayman,” the Nightman’s platonic counterpart.

MAC: (pumping his fist) And I’ll be “Muscle Mac,” defender of protein shakes and CrossFit boxes!

DENNIS: (sighs) Fine. I’ll be “The Golden God,” because let’s face it, I’m the best-looking one here.

DEE: (smirking) And I’ll be “The Bird,” swooping in to steal your dignity.

FRANK: (leaning in) And I’ll be “The Trash Goblin,” hoarding secrets and treasure alike.

MAC: (raising his beer) To our platonic soulmate pact! Forever bound by mediocre destiny!

CHARLIE: (clinking his beer with Mac’s) And to our adventures—whether it’s chasing rats, solving mysteries, or accidentally burning down the bar.

DENNIS: (reluctantly) Cheers, I guess.

DEE: (grinning) I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… cheers, weirdos.

FRANK: (raising his glass) To the Gang! May our dysfunction never wane.

They all drink, laughing and clinking glasses.

Chapter 6: 60-Jax and Opie- Sons of anarchy

The roar of motorcycles echoed through the grimy streets of Charming, California. Jax Teller, the charismatic vice president of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club (SAMCRO), leaned against his bike, his eyes scanning the horizon. Beside him stood Opie Winston, his loyal best friend and brother in arms.

Opie had always been the steady force—the one who kept Jax grounded when chaos threatened to consume them. But lately, the stress had become unbearable. The club’s illegal dealings, rival gangs, and personal demons weighed heavily on both of them.

“Jax,” Opie said, his voice gravelly, “this life… it’s eating us alive.”

Jax nodded, his jaw clenched. “Yeah, Op. It’s like we’re drowning, and the water keeps rising.”

They’d seen it all—the bloodshed, the betrayals, the sacrifices. Opie’s wife, Donna, had paid the ultimate price, caught in the crossfire of SAMCRO’s dangerous world. Her death haunted Opie, leaving scars that ran deeper than any bullet wound.

“Op,” Jax began, “we’ve lost so much. Donna, Piney… It’s like the Reaper himself is stalking us.”

Opie’s eyes darkened. “And Clay Morrow—the man who ordered Donna’s death—is still breathing.”

Clay, the club’s president, had become a cancer. His decisions tore at the fabric of brotherhood, and Opie’s trust in him had shattered. But loyalty to the club held them all together, even when it felt like betrayal.

“Op,” Jax said, “we’re in too deep. But we can’t turn back now.”

Opie’s fists clenched. “What’s the point, Jax? We’re drowning in blood, and for what? A patch on our backs?”

Jax’s gaze met Opie’s. “It’s about family, brotherhood. We protect each other, even when it hurts.”

Opie’s mind raced. He thought of his kids—Kenny and Ellie—growing up in this violent world. He thought of Lyla, the porn star he’d fallen for after Donna’s death. She was a beacon of light, but darkness threatened to swallow them all.

“Jax,” Opie whispered, “I can’t lose anyone else.”

Jax gripped Opie’s shoulder. “We survive. For Donna, for Piney, for every brother who’s fallen.”

And so, they rode on—two souls bound by loyalty and burdened by stress. Opie’s heartache mirrored Jax’s own. They faced rival gangs, internal power struggles, and the relentless Reaper. But in each other’s eyes, they found solace.

Opie’s final moments came swiftly—a hail of bullets, a sacrifice for the club. Jax cradled his friend’s lifeless body, tears streaming down his face. Opie’s death shattered something within Jax—a piece of his soul that could never be repaired.

As the engines roared, Jax vowed to honor Opie’s memory. He’d fight for justice, for redemption, and for a brotherhood that transcended blood. And in the quiet moments, he’d hear Opie’s voice—the one that had kept him sane in the chaos.

Chapter 7: 60-Liz Taylor And Tristan Duffy-American Horror Story: Hotel

The Blue Parrot Lounge at the Hotel Cortez was a haven for lost souls—a dimly lit refuge where secrets clung to the air like cigarette smoke. Liz Taylor, the transgender bartender with a penchant for Dior, ruled over this domain. Her eyes held stories—of pain, transformation, and survival.

Tristan Duffy stumbled into the lounge one stormy night. His brooding eyes and chiseled jawline drew attention, but it was his vulnerability that intrigued Liz. He ordered a whiskey, and she poured it with a steady hand.

“Rough day?” Liz asked, wiping the bar clean.

Tristan scoffed. “You have no idea.”

She leaned in, her voice low. “Try me.”

And so, Tristan spilled his woes—the failed auditions, the hollow modeling gigs, the loneliness that gnawed at his insides. Liz listened, her heart aching. She knew what it was like to wear a mask, to hide behind false identities.

“You’re more than a pretty face,” Liz said. “You’re a soul yearning for connection.”

Tristan raised an eyebrow. “Connection? In this godforsaken place?”

Liz’s gaze flickered toward the hallway—a corridor of secrets, each door hiding nightmares. “Sometimes, connection finds us when we least expect it.”

Tristan’s fingers traced the rim of his glass. “What’s your story, Liz?”

She hesitated, then leaned closer. “Legally born as Nick Pryor, I lived a closeted life in Topeka. A salesman by day, a secret cross-dresser by night. Until I met her.”

“Her?” Tristan’s curiosity flared.

“Elizabeth,” Liz whispered. “She found me in this very room. Said I lacked commitment to my true self. She gave me a makeover, a new name—Liz Taylor. And suddenly, I wasn’t hiding anymore.”

Tristan studied her—her scarlet lips, her elegant hands. “And love?”

Liz’s eyes softened. “Love found me too. Tristan, you’re more than a face. You’re a soul seeking solace.”

He scoffed. “In a hotel?”

“Perhaps.” Liz poured herself a drink. “But love doesn’t care about walls or secrets. It seeps through cracks, defies logic.”

Tristan leaned closer, their breaths mingling. “What are you saying?”

Liz’s voice trembled. “I’m saying that sometimes, love is a dangerous game. Elizabeth—the Countess—she’s my friend, my maker. But you, Tristan, you’re my true love.”

And so, in the Blue Parrot Lounge, amidst flickering candles and the distant sound of rain, they kissed. Their lips tasted of longing, of too many sleepless nights. Liz’s heart swirled with fear and desire.

But love had its price. The Countess watched from the shadows, her eyes cold as ice. She knew secrets too—about immortality, about betrayal.

Tristan pulled away, breathless. “What now?”

Liz’s gaze met his. “We survive. We love. And we keep our secrets close.”

And so, in the heart of the Hotel Cortez, where ghosts roamed and darkness clung, Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy danced—a waltz of desire, a tango of danger. Love, like blood, flowed freely. And the Blue Parrot Lounge whispered its secrets to the night.

Chapter 8: 1-Christian and Julia- Nip/Tuck

Christian Troy and Julia McNamara, once passionate lovers, find themselves in an unexpected situation. They’ve rented a secluded cabin in the woods for a weekend getaway.

CHRISTIAN: “Julia, this place is amazing. No cell signal, no distractions—just you and me.”

JULIA: “It’s beautiful, Christian. But are you sure about this? We haven’t been alone like this in years.”

They unpack their bags, the air thick with memories.

CHRISTIAN: “Remember when we used to sneak away during med school? Those stolen moments in the supply closet?”

JULIA: “How could I forget? You were always the bad boy, Christian.”

As night falls, they light a fire in the cabin’s rustic fireplace.

CHRISTIAN: “Julia, I’ve missed you. The divorce, the drama—it tore us apart.”

JULIA: “We both made mistakes, Christian. But here we are.”

They share a bottle of wine, laughter filling the room.

CHRISTIAN: “You know, Julia, I’ve always loved your eyes. They’re like a stormy sea.”

JULIA: “And your hands—they’ve healed so many wounds.”

Outside, the wind howls, and snow begins to fall.

CHRISTIAN: “Julia, let’s go for a walk. Explore the woods.”

JULIA: “In the dark? Christian, we might get lost.”

They bundle up, hand in hand, venturing into the snowy wilderness.

CHRISTIAN: “Remember when we got lost in Paris? That narrow alley, the rain pouring down?”

JULIA: “We stumbled upon that little café. The best croissants I’ve ever had.”

The forest envelops them, the path disappearing.

CHRISTIAN: “Julia, I’ve never stopped loving you.”

JULIA: “Christian, we can’t—”

But he kisses her, the snowflakes melting on their lips.

CHRISTIAN: “We’re lost, Julia. Lost in time, lost in each other.”

JULIA: “Maybe that’s where we belong.”

They find shelter under a towering pine tree.

CHRISTIAN: “Julia, will you—”

But she interrupts.

JULIA: “Christian, let’s not rush. Let’s find our way back together.”

They huddle close, the snow falling gently.

Chapter 9: 3-Angel and Adelina- Mayan Mc

The dimly lit garage smelled of oil, leather, and sweat—the familiar scent of brotherhood. Angel Reyes sat on a stool, shirtless, his back marred by fresh wounds. The Mayans MC kutte lay across the workbench, its patches signifying loyalty, danger, and a life lived on the edge.

Adelina, the club’s resident medic, moved with practiced efficiency. Her dark eyes held a mix of compassion and determination as she threaded a needle. “Hold still,” she instructed, her voice soft but firm.

Angel winced as the needle pierced his skin. “You’re better at this than I am,” he muttered.

She chuckled. “Years of patching up bikers will do that to you.”

They’d been through hell together—gunfights, betrayals, and the relentless pursuit of justice. Angel admired Adelina’s strength, her unwavering commitment to the club. She was more than a medic; she was family.

As she stitched, Angel watched the club’s emblem—the reaper holding a bloody scythe—on his kutte. It represented loyalty, honor, and sacrifice. But it also carried the weight of secrets and sins.

“You ever regret this life?” Angel asked, his gaze fixed on the patch.

Adelina hesitated. “Sometimes. But it’s who we are, Angel. The Mayans—they’re my family. And you…” She glanced at him, her fingers deftly weaving the thread. “You’re my brother.”

Angel’s chest tightened. “Even after everything?”

She met his eyes. “Especially after everything. We’ve patched each other up too many times to count.”

He remembered the night they’d both been shot—bleeding out in the desert, adrenaline fading, whispers of survival. Adelina had stitched him up, her hands steady despite her own pain. They’d shared secrets then, promises to protect each other.

“Adelina,” Angel said, “I need to tell you something.”

She leaned closer. “What is it?”

He hesitated, then pulled up his sleeve, revealing the fresh ink on his forearm—a tattoo of a broken chain. “I’m done with the secrets. The feds—they’ve got me.”

Her eyes widened. “EZ, you mean?”

Angel nodded. “I’ve been feeding them information. Trying to keep the club safe.”

Adelina’s hands trembled, but she continued stitching. “And what about us?”

He took a deep breath. “I won’t let them hurt you. Or anyone else.”

She finished the last stitch, tying it off neatly. “We’re in this together, Angel. Always.”

He touched the kutte, feeling the weight of brotherhood. “I love this club. But I love you more.”

Adelina’s smile was bittersweet. “We’ll find a way out, Angel. Stitch by stitch.”

And so, in that garage, under the flickering light, Angel Reyes and Adelina patched each other up—one stitch at a time. Their scars told stories of survival, betrayal, and love

Chapter 10: 57 and 58-Coco and hope- Mayan mc

Coco stood in the dimly lit garage, his knuckles white as he clenched the steering wheel. The air smelled of gasoline and regret. Hope, the woman he loved, stood across from him, her eyes filled with anger and hurt.

“You lied to me, Coco,” she spat out. “All this time, you kept secrets.”

He winced. “Hope, I did it to protect you.”

“Protect me?” Her voice cracked. “You think lying about your past, about Isaac, was protecting me? You’re a damn fool.”

Coco’s past was a minefield. He’d been a Marine sniper, a killer. But he’d also been an addict, lost in a haze of painkillers and guilt. Hope had pulled him out of that darkness, given him a reason to live.

“I love you,” he said, desperation in his eyes. “I’d do anything for you.”

Hope’s gaze hardened. “Except tell me the truth.”

The garage door creaked open, and Isaac stepped in, flanked by his cronies. Coco’s worst enemy—the man who’d blackmailed him, threatened to expose his secrets. Isaac’s eyes locked on Hope.

“Seems like you’ve got a choice to make, Coco,” Isaac said, his voice silky. “Her or me.”

Coco’s heart pounded. He’d do anything to keep Hope safe. But he couldn’t let Isaac win.

“Hope,” he whispered, “go. Get out of here.”

She shook her head. “No, Coco. We face this together.”

Isaac laughed. “How touching. But she’s mine now.”

Coco’s rage surged. He lunged at Isaac, fists flying. The garage erupted into chaos—shouts, punches, the metallic tang of blood. Hope screamed, caught in the crossfire.

Coco’s vision blurred. He saw Hope, her face pale, her eyes wide. He saw Isaac, gun drawn. And then, everything slowed down.

Hope stepped between them, her voice fierce. “Enough!”

Isaac hesitated, gun wavering. “Move, girl.”

“No.” Hope’s gaze bore into Coco’s. “We end this now.”

Coco’s mind raced. He’d do anything to protect her. He’d die for her. But maybe, just maybe, there was another way.

He lunged at Isaac, knocking the gun away. The shot rang out, echoing through the garage. Hope screamed, and Coco tackled Isaac to the ground.

“You won’t hurt her,” Coco growled.

Isaac’s eyes widened. “You’re a dead man.”

Coco’s hand found the gun, and he pressed it to Isaac’s throat. “Not today.”

Hope crawled to Coco’s side, her fingers trembling. “Coco, please.”

He looked at her—the woman who’d saved him, who’d believed in redemption. “Hope, I love you.”

Isaac’s eyes bulged. “Finish it, then.”

Coco hesitated. He’d killed before, but this was different. Hope’s hand found his, and he felt her strength.

“Let him go,” she said. “For us.”

Coco pulled the trigger, the bullet grazing Isaac’s cheek. He released him, and Isaac stumbled back, blood dripping.

Hope held Coco’s face. “We choose love over vengeance.”

They walked out of the garage, hand in hand. The rain washed away the blood, and Coco knew—he’d do whatever it took to keep Hope safe. Redemption’s bullet had missed its mark, but their love would heal the wounds.

Chapter 11: 12-Opie and Donna, gemma and clay, and Jax and Tara- sons of anarchy

The clubhouse was dimly lit, the scent of leather and gasoline hanging in the air. The Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club (SAMCRO) had seen their fair share of bloodshed and chaos, but tonight, they sought refuge in a different kind of battle—a game of Monopoly.

Opie Winston sat cross-legged on the floor, the Monopoly board spread out before him. Donna, his wife, leaned against the wall, her eyes fixed on the colorful properties. Opie rolled the dice, moving his token—a tiny motorcycle—around the board.

Opie: “I’ll buy Boardwalk.”

Donna smirked. “Bold move, babe. But remember, you still owe me for that hotel on Park Place.”

Opie chuckled. “I’ll mortgage my soul if I have to.”

Across the room, Gemma Teller Morrow and Clay Morrow sat side by side. Gemma, the fierce matriarch of SAMCRO, raised an eyebrow.

Gemma: “Clay, you better not bankrupt us. I’ve got my eye on that orange property.”

Clay grinned. “Don’t worry, Gem. I’ll make sure we own the whole damn board.”

Jax Teller, the club’s vice president, sat next to Tara Knowles. Tara had her medical textbooks open, but her attention was on the game. Jax rolled the dice, landing on Community Chest.

Jax: “Advance to Go. Collect $200.”

Tara nudged him. “Lucky break, VP.”

Jax winked. “Luck’s my middle name.”

As the game progressed, alliances formed and rivalries flared. Opie and Donna traded properties, their laughter echoing through the room. Gemma and Clay haggled over rent, their love-hate banter a testament to their fiery relationship.

Jax leaned over to Tara. “You know, Doc, Monopoly reveals a person’s true character.”

Tara smirked. “And what does it say about you?”

Jax pointed at the stack of cash in front of him. “I’m a ruthless tycoon with a heart of gold.”

Tara rolled her eyes. “More like a charming con artist.”

Outside, the roar of motorcycles punctuated the night. But inside, the club members were just people—friends, lovers, and warriors seeking solace in a world of paper money and plastic houses.

As the game reached its climax, Opie landed on Boardwalk with a hotel. Donna grinned. “Pay up, biker boy.”

Opie handed her the Monopoly money. “Worth every penny.”

Gemma leaned back, surveying the chaos. “You know, this game is a lot like life. Sometimes you land on Park Place, sometimes you’re stuck in jail.”

Clay kissed her temple. “But as long as we’re together, Gem, we’ll keep rolling the dice.”

And so, in the flickering light, SAMCRO played Monopoly—a rare moment of peace in their tumultuous world. The board became their battleground, and love, loyalty, and cunning were their weapons.

As the clock ticked, alliances shifted, and the winners emerged. But in the end, it wasn’t about who bankrupted whom—it was about the bonds forged over a cardboard game, the laughter that drowned out the chaos, and the knowledge that no matter the odds, they’d always be family.

Chapter 12: 28-Lenny and David- legion

Lenny: (leaning against the graffiti-covered wall) “Hey, David, you ever wonder what colors taste like?”

David: (looking up from his sketchbook) “Colors? Seriously, Lenny? We’re stuck in this hellhole, and you’re thinking about colors?”

Lenny: “Hey, it’s a valid question. You know, like, what if blue tastes like cotton candy and red is spicy like hot sauce?”

David: “You’re high, aren’t you?”

Lenny: “Nah, just bored. But listen, David, I heard this wild theory. Soulmates—when they touch, they see colors for the first time.”

David: “Soulmates? That’s some fairy tale nonsense.”

Lenny: “Maybe. But what if it’s true? What if our messed-up brains are just waiting for that magical touch?”

David: “Lenny, we’re not soulmates. We’re just—”

Lenny: “—two lost souls in a psychiatric ward. Yeah, I know. But humor me. Imagine if our fingertips brushed, and suddenly, the world exploded in hues.”

David: “You’re delusional.”

Lenny: “Maybe. But wouldn’t it be something? To see the sun as more than just a yellow blob? To taste rainbows?”

David: “Rainbows don’t have a taste.”

Lenny: “You’re missing the point, David. We’re stuck here, but maybe there’s a way out. Maybe our messed-up minds can find something beautiful.”

David: “Beautiful? Lenny, this place is—”

Lenny: “—a canvas waiting for color. Look, I’ve got this theory. When you touch someone, it’s like mixing pigments. Maybe our souls are waiting to blend.”

David: “You’re insane.”

Lenny: “Or maybe I’m the sanest person here. David, what if we’re each other’s missing piece? What if touching you unlocks the universe?”

David: “Lenny, stop. This isn’t—”

Lenny: “—real? Maybe not. But humor me. Just once. Touch my hand.”

David: (hesitant) “Fine.”

Chapter 13: 63-Gina and Lester- Fargo

Gina Hess had always been a woman of secrets. Her husband, Sam, was a brute—a man who reveled in violence and intimidation. But Gina had her own desires, her own hidden longings. And when Lester Nygaard entered her life, everything changed.

Lester, the hapless murderer turned evil incarnate, found himself drawn to Gina. She was the widow of his enemy, and revenge tasted sweet. He knew there was no insurance money left—Sam Hess had stopped paying the premiums. But Lester played the game, pretending he could get her the payout. Gina, desperate and vulnerable, believed him.

“You’re hurting me!” Gina cried out as they lay tangled in her bed. Lester ignored her plea, consumed by the ultimate revenge—the betrayal of sleeping with his enemy’s wife. The bed shook violently, a picture of Gina and Sam crashing to the floor, shattering its frame. Lester reveled in his triumph, feeling invincible.

But Gina’s eyes held secrets too. As Lester moved over her, she whispered, “You’re not half the man your brother was.” The same words that had haunted Lester now echoed in the room. Gina knew the truth—that Lester was no hero, just a man drowning in darkness.

In the aftermath, guilt gnawed at Lester. He had crossed a line, betrayed not only Sam but himself. Gina’s touch lingered on his skin, a reminder of their forbidden passion. He wondered if this was his downfall—the smug satisfaction of getting away with murder replaced by the weight of his sins.

And Gina? She watched Lester leave, her eyes unreadable. She had played her part, danced with danger. But in the quiet of her room, she whispered her own confession—a love twisted by revenge, fueled by secrets, and destined for tragedy.

“Lester,” she murmured, “we’re both damned.”

And in the snow-covered town of Fargo, where darkness seeped into every corner, Gina and Lester clung to each other—a fragile bond forged in betrayal, a love that defied reason.

Chapter 14: 63-Vic and Catherine- the shield

Detective Vic Mackey leaned against the rusted chain-link fence, his eyes fixed on the flickering neon sign across the street. The bar’s name—The Broken Shield—seemed fitting for a place where cops came to drown their demons.

Catherine Chandler stood beside him, her silhouette sharp against the city’s smoggy glow. She was a rookie, fresh-faced and idealistic, but Vic had seen enough to know that innocence didn’t last long in Farmington.

“You ever wonder,” Catherine said, her voice low, “if we’re just spinning our wheels? Chasing shadows while the real monsters slip through our fingers?”

Vic chuckled. “Welcome to the club, kid. We’re all just trying to keep our heads above water.”

She turned toward him, her eyes searching. “You’re different, Vic. You’ve got this… darkness. But it’s not just about the job, is it?”

He met her gaze, the weight of years settling on his shoulders. “Sometimes,” he admitted, “the line between right and wrong gets blurry. You do what you have to do to survive.”

Catherine’s fingers brushed against his, and Vic felt a jolt of electricity. “And what if survival isn’t enough?” she whispered. “What if we’re meant for more?”

He leaned in, their breaths mingling. “You think there’s redemption for people like us?”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Maybe. Maybe love can save us.”

Vic’s heart hammered. He’d never been one for sentimentality, but Catherine had a way of unraveling him. “Love?” he scoffed. “In this cesspool?”

She smiled, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Love doesn’t ask for permission. It just… happens.”

He leaned closer, their lips almost touching. “You’re playing with fire, Catherine.”

“Maybe I like the heat,” she murmured.

And then they kissed—a collision of desperation and longing. Vic tasted the whiskey on her lips, the bitterness of their shared secrets. In that moment, he forgot about the drug deals, the informants, the blood on his hands.

Catherine pulled away, her breath ragged. “We’re both broken,” she said. “But maybe together, we can be whole.”

Vic traced the scar on her cheek—the one she’d earned in a shootout last month. “You’re a damn fool,” he said. “But I’ve always had a weakness for fools.”

She laughed, and it echoed through the empty streets. “So, what now?”

He looked at the neon sign, its letters flickering like a dying heartbeat. “We keep fighting,” he said. “For justice, for each other.”

Catherine rested her head on his shoulder. “And love?”

“Yeah,” Vic whispered. “Especially love.”

And as they walked back into the shadows, Vic wondered if redemption was possible

Chapter 15: 56-Gemma and nero- Sons of anarchy

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse. Gemma Teller Morrow, matriarch of the club, stood in her leather jacket, her heart racing. Today was the day—the day she’d marry Nero Padilla, the man who’d captured her soul.

The chapel was small, candles flickering, and the air thick with anticipation. Gemma’s son, Jax, stood by her side, his eyes filled with both pride and sorrow. He’d lost his father, John Teller, to the club, and now he was about to witness his mother’s second chance at love.

Nero waited at the altar, his inked arms crossed. His eyes locked onto Gemma as she walked down the aisle. She’d been through hell—betrayals, bloodshed, and loss—but Nero was her anchor. His love had healed her scars, both visible and hidden.

Nero: (whispers) “You look beautiful, Gem.”

Gemma: “And you look like trouble, Nero.”

They shared a smirk, their banter a testament to their fiery connection. The priest began the ceremony, but Gemma’s mind wandered. She remembered the first time she’d met Nero—the way he’d looked at her, as if seeing past the tough exterior to the vulnerable woman beneath.

Priest: “Do you, Gemma Teller Morrow, take Nero Padilla to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Gemma’s voice trembled. “I do.”

Nero’s hand found hers, calloused and warm. His eyes held promises—of protection, passion, and a future beyond the chaos of the club.

Priest: “And do you, Nero Padilla, take Gemma Teller Morrow to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Nero’s gaze never wavered. “I do.”

The rings slid onto their fingers—a circle of commitment, forged in fire. Gemma’s heart swelled. She’d been married before—to John Teller, the club’s founder—but that love had been complicated, tragic. Nero was different. He saw her flaws and loved her anyway.

Priest: “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

The chapel erupted in cheers. Nero pulled Gemma into a kiss—a kiss that tasted of redemption and second chances. Outside, the Sons revved their bikes, engines roaring in celebration.

Nero: “Mrs. Padilla, huh?”

Gemma: “Sounds damn good.”

They danced at the reception, leather-clad and unapologetic. Gemma’s scarred chest throbbed—the legacy of her past—but Nero’s touch eased the ache. They swayed to an old rock ballad, their bodies pressed close.

Nero: “You know, Gem, we’re a couple of broken souls.”

Gemma: “But together, we’re whole.”

And so, they rode into their future—a future that defied the odds. Nero promised her love, loyalty, and freedom from the club’s grip. Gemma vowed to protect him, even if it meant bloodshed.

As the moon rose, Gemma whispered against Nero’s chest, “We’re rebels, Nero. Rebels in love.”

He chuckled. “Always.”

And in that moment, surrounded by brothers and chaos, Gemma knew she’d found her home. Nero—the man who’d fought for her, healed her, and loved her fiercely—was her forever.

Chapter 16: Prompts

Prompt list for short prompt stories

Please comment couples or friendships or duo in general crossovers can be included with a prompt below
1. Getting lost somewhere
2. Pet names
3. Patching each other up
4. Hospital visit
5. Making fun of each other
6. Sleeping in
7. Drawing each other
8. Teaching each other how to do something
9. One of them is sick
10. Shopping together
11. Buying flowers
12. Dealing with children
13. Monopoly (Can be 2 or 3 couples)
14. Falling asleep on a couch
15. Having a mental breakdown after watching the other die
16. Singing old songs badly to cheer the other up
17. Comparing each other to art at a gallery
18. Choking and completely unnecessary mouth to mouth
19. Giggling at each other
20. Puppies
21. Watching old movies
22. Throwing each other into a swimming pool
23. Couple co-ordinated Halloween costume
24. Star-gazing
25. Someone has a headache
26. Aggressively cuddling
27. (Soulmate AU) tattoo of first words said
28. (Soulmate AU) seeing color for the first time when you touch
29. "Don't go where I can't follow."
30. "I know it's three in the morning, but I can't find my cat

31. Exercising
32. Night in a hotel
33. Watching the clouds
34. Walking in the rain
35. Climbing trees
36. Visiting a grave
37. Surviving a mob hit/attempted murder
38. Mistletoe
39. Snowball fight/building a snowman
40. Against a wall (smut)
41. On the floor (smut)
42. Shower/tub (can be smut or noy)
43. Kitchen sex (smut)
44. In a changing room (smut)
45. One of them is missing
46. Pregnancy announcement
47. Unexpected twins
48. Pretending to be a couple but falling in love
49. College dorm mate
50. College professor and student
51. Packing for camping/vacation (specify)
52. Setting up a camp site
53. A hike
54. Campfire fluff or smut (specify)
55. Proposal
56. Wedding (prep or ceremony)
57. Argument
58. Making up or forgiveness
59. Kitten(s)
60. Too much stress
61. Living room smut
62. First kiss
63. Love confession
64. Affair
65. First meet
66. Meeting while Undercover
67. Drunken hookup
68. Doing business with each other
69. Protecting each other
70. Reunions
71. Hate smut
72. Limo smut
73. Car smut
74. Coat closet smut
75. Comforting
76. Related/ twins
77. Letters
78. Cabin smut
79. One bed
80. Bickering
81. Camping smut
82. Kidnapping
83. Trapped together in place of writers choice
84. Cuddling
85. Sleepy love confession
86. Drunken marriage
87. Eloping
88. Crying in an elevator
89. Breakdown after losing a loved one
90. Giving advice
91. Getting advice
92. Meeting the family
93. Dancing at a club
94. Cyo
95. Public bathroom smut
96. Public smut
97. Club smut
98. Workplace romance
99. Hidden romance
100. Dress shopping
101. Roommates
102. Goodbyes
103. Roleplay
104. Talking about sex
105. Hallucinating the other
106. Sports
107. Sex toys
108. Sharing drinks
109. Secret kid
110. Conjuical visit( smut)
111. Dying in each others arms
112. Arrested
113 hangovers
114 platonic soulmates
115 wedding night smut
116. Tattoos
117.phone calls
118 confrontation
119 future together
120 working undercover as a couple
121 talking in eachothers dreams
122 coping with the death of a loved one
123. Love triangle
124. Getting back together
125. Making breakfast together
126. Birthday
127. Eating takeout food
128.. Buying each other a present
129.. "Help! My soulmate is possessed by the devil"
130. Picnic
131. Making out in the office
132. Date night
133. Drive-in movie
. "Dance with me"
. "Come on. Tell me a story"
. Spending time with their kids
. Daydreaming about the kids they'll have together someday
. Adopting a pet
. Spending the day at a carnival or fair
. First anniversary
. Stranded
. Planning a trip
. On vacation
. Fixing the other's coffee just the way they like it
. Moving into their new place
. Public displays of affection
. Modeling for each other
. Rainstorm
. Valentine's Day
. Jealousy
. Lipstick stains on the collar
. Picking a couple song
. Kissing and making up
154. Appreciating how sexy their partner looks

Chapter 17: 65,93,108,134-Jax and Kristina- sons of anarchy

The dimly lit bar pulsed with the rhythm of rock music, its walls adorned with faded posters of legendary bands. Jackson “Jax” Teller leaned against the worn wooden counter, nursing his whiskey. His leather kutte bore the unmistakable emblem of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club—a reaper wielding an M16 rifle.

Across the room, Kristina Corinthos-Davis swayed to the beat, her eyes closed, lost in the music. She was a newcomer to Charming, drawn to the town by a mysterious inheritance. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her dress clung to her curves, hinting at secrets beneath the surface.

Jax’s gaze lingered on her, intrigued by the way she moved. He’d seen plenty of women in this bar, but none like her. She exuded vulnerability and strength in equal measure. He wondered what brought her here, to this dive where outlaws and lost souls collided.

As if sensing his scrutiny, Kristina’s eyes fluttered open. They locked onto Jax’s, and something shifted—a connection forged in the smoky haze. She stepped toward him, her hips swaying, and held out her hand.

“Dance with me,” she said, her voice a velvet whisper.

Jax hesitated, then placed his calloused palm in hers. They moved together, bodies fitting seamlessly. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them—strangers drawn into an intimate dance.

Around them, the club members watched. Gemma Teller-Morrow, Jax’s fierce mother, leaned against the jukebox, her eyes assessing. “Well, well,” she murmured to Opie, her second-in-command. “Our boy’s got himself a dance partner.”

Opie chuckled. “Guess he’s not immune to a pretty face.”

Happy Lowman, the stoic enforcer, raised an eyebrow. “She’s trouble, that one.”

Bobby Munson, the club’s heart, grinned. “Maybe she’s the kind of trouble Jax needs.”

Chibs Telford, the Scottish mechanic, leaned against the bar. “Aye, they’re like two lost souls finding solace in the chaos.”

As Jax and Kristina twirled, their laughter mingling with the music, Gemma’s eyes narrowed. She’d seen enough heartache in her life to recognize its beginnings. But she also knew that sometimes, love bloomed in the unlikeliest places.

Kristina rested her head against Jax’s chest, and he tightened his hold. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice gruff.

She traced the Reaper tattoo on his back. “I needed a fresh start. Maybe fate led me to this town.”

Jax’s lips brushed her temple. “Fate’s a tricky bitch.”

They danced until the room blurred, fueled by shared stories and unspoken pain. When the music slowed, Jax led her outside, away from prying eyes. They stumbled into the moonlit alley, laughter bubbling up.

“Your club?” Kristina asked, glancing at the SAMCRO emblem.

“Yeah,” Jax said. “Family, loyalty, chaos.”

“And you?” she pressed.

He hesitated, then confessed, “I’m searching for redemption.”

Kristina’s fingers brushed his cheek. “Maybe we’re both looking for something.”

They shared a bottle of bourbon, passing it back and forth. The night air was cool, but their laughter warmed them. As the stars watched, they leaned against the brick wall, souls entwined.

Inside the bar, Gemma watched her son from the shadows. She’d seen love ignite and consume, but this—this felt different. Maybe Kristina was the missing piece in Jax’s fractured heart.

Opie sidled up to her. “Think they’ll make it?”

Gemma smirked. “Depends on how much chaos they’re willing to weather.”

And so, in the heart of Charming, Jax Teller and Kristina Corinthos-Davis danced—a collision of worlds, a symphony of scars. Their souls harmonized, and for a moment, the darkness lifted.

But fate, as always, had other plans.

Chapter 18: 51-Elora and Jackie- reservation dogs

Elora and Jackie stood in the dimly lit parking lot, their breaths visible in the chilly night air. The car was packed—sleeping bags, a portable stove, and a worn-out map of California. They were ready for their camping adventure, a break from the reservation’s everyday struggles.

“Jackie,” Elora said, her voice tinged with excitement, “can you believe we’re doing this?”

Jackie grinned, adjusting her backpack. “I still can’t believe you convinced me to leave the rez. But hey, the Pacific Ocean awaits!”

They’d become fast friends, bonding over shared dreams and late-night conversations. Elora admired Jackie’s free spirit—the way she laughed at life’s absurdities and danced to her own rhythm.

“Remember,” Elora said, “we’re not just camping. We’re seeking magic.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Magic? You mean like finding hidden waterfalls or summoning forest spirits?”

Elora chuckled. “Maybe both. But mostly, it’s about escaping the heaviness—the grief, the loss.”

Jackie’s expression softened. “Daniel…”

Elora nodded. Daniel, their friend who had passed away too soon. His memory hung over them like a shadow, but this trip was their chance to release it—to let the ocean carry it away.

As they drove through winding roads, Elora hummed a tune. Jackie joined in, their voices blending—a makeshift harmony under the moon’s watchful gaze.

“Elora,” Jackie said, “what if we find more than magic out there?”

Elora glanced at her. “What do you mean?”

Jackie’s eyes sparkled. “Maybe we’ll find ourselves. Our true selves, beyond the rez, beyond grief.”

They set up camp near the Elora Gorge, the sound of rushing water lulling them to sleep. Under the stars, they whispered secrets—their fears, their hopes.

“Jackie,” Elora said, “why did you agree to come with me?”

Jackie leaned on her elbow. “Because you asked. Because I saw something in your eyes—the same ache I carry.”

Elora reached for her hand. “We’re like constellations, Jackie. Connected by invisible threads.”

Jackie traced Elora’s palm. “And what if those threads lead us to something extraordinary?”

Their laughter echoed through the night, blending with the rustling leaves. They talked about love, loss, and the vastness of the universe.

“Elora,” Jackie said, “when we dip our toes in the Pacific, let’s release it all—the pain, the longing.”

Elora nodded. “And maybe, just maybe, we’ll find our own kind of magic.”

As they lay side by side, Elora and Jackie listened to the river’s song—the promise of renewal. The stars winked, conspiring to guide them toward something beautiful.

Chapter 19: 141-Lucy spiller and holt- dirt

The rain fell relentlessly, turning the Hollywood streets into a shimmering canvas. Lucy Spiller, the ambitious editor of “Dirt” magazine, stood outside her car, its engine sputtering. She cursed her luck—stranded in the middle of nowhere, her phone battery dead.

Holt McLaren, struggling actor and Lucy’s latest obsession, appeared like a mirage. His leather jacket clung to him, raindrops tracing the contours of his face. “Need a ride?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Lucy hesitated. Holt was her golden ticket—the dirt she needed to elevate her magazine. But lately, something had shifted. His vulnerability, his hidden pain—it drew her in like a moth to flame.

“Get in,” Holt said, opening the passenger door. “Before you drown.”

Inside the car, the air crackled with tension. Lucy’s wet clothes clung to her skin, and Holt’s gaze lingered on her lips. “Why are you helping me?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Maybe I’m tired of being the bad boy,” he said. “Or maybe I just want to see what makes you tick.”

Lucy leaned closer. “And what if I’m not just a story to you?”

Holt’s fingers brushed her cheek. “Maybe you’re more than that,” he whispered.

They drove in silence, rain drumming on the roof. Lucy’s mind raced—her ruthless reputation, her loneliness. Holt was an enigma—a puzzle she couldn’t solve.

“Tell me,” she said, “why do you leak information about Julia Mallory?”

Holt’s jaw tightened. “Because Julia’s a puppet,” he said. “Her superstar friend, Kira Klay, pulls the strings. And you—you’re the puppet master.”

Lucy laughed bitterly. “I’m just doing my job.”

“But at what cost?” Holt’s eyes bore into hers. “You destroy lives, Lucy. And for what?”

They reached a deserted motel. Holt parked, raindrops tracing patterns on the windshield. “Why are you really here?” he asked.

Lucy’s breath hitched. “Maybe I’m tired of being alone,” she admitted. “Maybe I want more.”

Holt leaned closer, their lips inches apart. “More than dirt?”

“More than headlines,” Lucy whispered.

And then, in that dimly lit car, they kissed—a collision of need, vulnerability, and longing. The rain outside blurred into oblivion, and Lucy wondered if this—this fragile connection—was worth risking everything.

As dawn approached, Holt held her. “Stay,” he said. “With me.”

Lucy hesitated. “What about the dirt?”

He smiled. “Maybe we’ll find something better.”

And as the rain subsided, Lucy realized that sometimes, being stranded led to unexpected revelations—the kind that changed everything.

Chapter 20: 30-Tig and Venus- sons of anarchy

Tig Trager, leather-clad and inked, paced the dimly lit hallway of the clubhouse. His fingers drummed against his thigh, anxiety gnawing at him. Venus Van Dam—transgender, fierce, and captivating—had become more than just a friend. She was the unexpected spark in his chaotic life.

Venus’s heels clicked on the floor as she approached. Her eyes held a mix of amusement and concern. “Tig, darling, what’s got you all riled up?”

Tig ran a hand through his unruly hair. “It’s my damn cat, Cleo. She’s gone missing.”

Venus arched an eyebrow. “Cleo? The one with the attitude problem?”

“Yeah,” Tig admitted. “She’s got more sass than half the club combined.”

They stepped outside into the chilly night. Venus’s breath formed a misty cloud. “Why are we searching for a cat at three in the morning?”

“Because Cleo’s my family,” Tig said. “And family sticks together.”

They combed the streets, calling Cleo’s name. Venus’s laughter echoed off the walls. “You’re a tough biker, Tig. And here you are, chasing after a feline.”

Tig scowled. “Don’t mock me. Cats have secrets, you know. They’re like little Zen masters.”

Venus leaned against a lamppost. “Zen masters?”

“Yeah,” Tig said. “They teach us patience, independence. Plus, Cleo’s got this mysterious vibe. Like she’s seen things.”

Venus chuckled. “Maybe she’s plotting a revolution.”

They turned a corner, and there, perched on a dumpster, was Cleo. Her green eyes glinted in the moonlight. Tig scooped her up, ignoring her indignant yowls.

“Found you,” he whispered to Cleo. “Thought you could escape, huh?”

Venus watched, her expression soft. “You’re a big softie, Tig.”

He scratched Cleo’s head. “Maybe. But I’ve got room in my heart for both chaos and tenderness.”

Venus stepped closer, her hand brushing against his. “You know, Tig, you surprise me.”

“How’s that?”

“You’re not just the outlaw. You’re the guy who searches for a missing cat, who defends the misunderstood.”

Tig’s heart raced. “And you, Venus? What surprises you about yourself?”

She hesitated, then said, “That I found love in the most unexpected places.”

Their lips met—a collision of fire and vulnerability. Venus tasted like rebellion and redemption. Tig held her close, Cleo purring between them.

“Maybe,” Venus whispered against his mouth, “we’re both Zen masters.”

And in that quiet street, surrounded by shadows, Tig realized that love wasn’t always loud. Sometimes, it was a whispered promise, a stolen moment, and a cat who knew more than anyone realized.

Chapter 21: 89-Van and earn- Atlanta

Van sat on the edge of the rusted pickup truck, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. The Georgia sun bore down, relentless, as if mocking his grief. The radio crackled—a country song about heartache and whiskey. It felt fitting.

Earn leaned against the truck, his eyes hollow. “Van,” he said, “you okay?”

Van’s throat tightened. “Nah,” he replied. “I ain’t.”

They’d lost their sister, Keisha, in the chaos that followed the Atlanta outbreak. The virus had swept through the city, leaving death and despair in its wake. Keisha’s laughter, her stubbornness—they were now echoes in Van’s mind.

Earn kicked a pebble. “We gotta keep moving,” he said. “Find a safe place.”

Van’s grip tightened. “Safe place?” he scoffed. “Ain’t no safe place anymore.”

They’d seen it all—the riots, the desperation. People turned on each other, like animals fighting for scraps. Van wondered if humanity had broken down along with the city.

Earn’s voice was low. “Keisha wouldn’t want us to give up.”

Van’s eyes burned. “Keisha ain’t here,” he snapped. “She’s gone.”

They’d buried her in an abandoned lot, the makeshift grave marked by a broken street sign. Van couldn’t shake the image—the dirt falling on her coffin, the finality of it all.

Earn sat beside him. “Remember when Keisha used to play her guitar?” he said. “Late nights, singing under the stars.”

Van nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “She had a voice like honey.”

They’d dreamed of leaving Atlanta—of finding a better life. Keisha had talked about Nashville, where the music flowed like a river. Now, that dream felt like a cruel joke.

Earn pointed to the horizon. “Look,” he said. “The sun’s setting.”

Van squinted. The sky was a canvas of oranges and purples—a fleeting beauty in a broken world. “What’s the point?” he muttered.

Earn’s hand found his shoulder. “Keisha believed in hope,” he said. “Remember her songs? ‘Keep on walking, even when the road’s rough.’”

Van wiped his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “But she’s gone.”

Earn stood up. “We honor her by surviving,” he declared. “By finding a way forward.”

Van stared at the pickup truck—their last connection to the past. “What if we can’t?” he asked.

Earn’s gaze was unwavering. “Then we’ll break down,” he said. “But we’ll fix each other. Like family.”

And so, as the sun dipped below the Atlanta skyline, Van and Earn made their pact—a promise to keep moving, to find hope even in the breakdown. Keisha’s memory rode with them, her guitar chords echoing in the wind.

As they drove into the fading light, Van whispered, “We’ll find Nashville.”

Earn smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “And maybe, just maybe, we’ll sing our way back to life.”

Chapter 22: 46+47-Wilhelmina Venable x Michael Langdon (American Horror Story)

Wilhelmina Venable, the enigmatic leader of the Cooperative, paced the dimly lit room. The post-apocalyptic world outside was unforgiving, but she held power within these walls. Her stern demeanor masked a vulnerability—a secret she dared not reveal.

Michael Langdon, the Antichrist himself, stood by the window, his eyes scanning the barren landscape. His presence was both magnetic and terrifying. He had once been the harbinger of doom, but now he sought redemption—or so he claimed.

“Venable,” Michael said, breaking the silence. “We need to talk.”

She turned to face him, her heart racing. “What is it?”

He hesitated, then blurted out, “I’ve sensed something. A disturbance.”

Venable’s mind raced. The Cooperative’s plans were meticulous, their vision unwavering. But this unexpected twist threatened everything. “What kind of disturbance?”

Michael’s gaze bore into hers. “A pregnancy.”

Her breath caught. “Impossible. We control every aspect of life here.”

“Yet life finds a way,” he said cryptically. “The child carries power—a force beyond our comprehension.”

Venable’s hand went to her belly instinctively. She had kept her secret well—a forbidden union with Michael during a rare moment of vulnerability. Their passion had transcended their roles as leaders, and now it threatened to unravel their carefully constructed world.

“Twins,” Michael continued. “Two souls entwined—one light, one dark.”

Venable’s mind raced. Twins defied the rules—their existence a cosmic glitch. She had felt their presence, their energy growing within her. But how had Michael sensed it?

“What do we do?” she whispered.

Michael stepped closer, his touch gentle. “We embrace it. The twins are a bridge—a chance for redemption. We can break free from our past, rewrite our legacy.”

“But the prophecy—” Venable began.

“Prophecies are malleable,” he said. “We shape our destiny.”

As the weeks passed, Venable’s belly swelled, and the twins stirred within her. She and Michael whispered secrets in the dead of night, their love a fragile thread connecting them. The Cooperative remained oblivious, focused on their grand design.

And then the day came—the birth. Venable screamed, her body wracked with pain. Michael stood by her side, his eyes alight with anticipation. The room blurred as she pushed, and the twins emerged—a boy and a girl.

Their eyes held ancient knowledge—the light and dark entwined. Venable wept, torn between fear and wonder. Michael cradled the infants, his touch reverent.

“Our legacy,” he murmured. “Our chance to change everything.”

But as Venable looked at her children, she saw more than power. She saw vulnerability, innocence—their humanity. The prophecy whispered of destruction, but perhaps there was another path.

“Michael,” she said, “we’ll protect them. No matter the cost.”

He nodded, and together, they vowed to shield the twins from the world they had created. As the babies nestled against their chests, Venable wondered if redemption was possible—if love could rewrite the stars.

In the quiet of that room, as the twins slept, she realized that life was messy, unpredictable. And sometimes, unexpected beginnings held the power to save them all.

Chapter 23: 46+55+56(Ceremony)-Cordelia Goode x Michael Langdon (American Horror Story)

Cordelia Goode, the Supreme Witch, stood in the moonlit garden of Miss Robichaux’s Academy. The air crackled with magic, and her heart raced. She had news to share with Michael Langdon, the enigmatic warlock who had once been the Antichrist.

“Michael,” she said, her voice steady, “we need to talk.”

He turned to face her, his eyes a stormy mix of curiosity and intensity. “What is it, Cordelia?”

She took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

The words hung in the air, charged with both joy and uncertainty. Cordelia watched as Michael’s expression shifted—from surprise to wonder. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her swollen belly.

“Our child,” he murmured, “a blend of darkness and light.”

Cordelia nodded. “Our love defies fate, Michael. We’ve battled demons, faced the apocalypse, and now this life grows within me.”

He knelt, pressing his lips to her stomach. “Our legacy,” he whispered. “A new beginning.”

And so, they decided to marry—a union of magic and destiny. The coven gathered in the garden, candles flickering, as Cordelia walked down the aisle. Michael stood at the altar, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Do you, Cordelia Goode,” the High Priestess intoned, “take Michael Langdon as your husband?”

“I do,” Cordelia said, her heart soaring.

“And do you, Michael Langdon,” the priestess continued, “take Cordelia Goode as your wife?”

Michael’s voice was unwavering. “I do.”

They exchanged vows—promises to protect, to cherish, to love. The coven chanted, their magic weaving around the couple. Cordelia’s gown shimmered with starlight, and Michael’s suit seemed to absorb shadows.

As they kissed, the garden erupted in blooms—roses, lilies, and forget-me-nots. It was a union of opposites—the Supreme and the Antichrist—but their love transcended labels.

At the reception, Misty Day played her guitar, singing a haunting melody. Cordelia danced with Michael, her hand on his chest, feeling their child kick. The night was alive with magic, and Cordelia knew they were creating something extraordinary.

Later, in their shared room, Michael held her close. “Our child will be powerful,” he said. “A force to be reckoned with.”

Cordelia traced the lines of his face. “But we’ll guide them,” she vowed. “Teach them love, compassion, and balance.”

And so, they slept, wrapped in each other’s arms, their love a shield against the darkness. The next morning, the sun rose over their home—a place where witches and warlocks coexisted, where love conquered all.

In the weeks that followed, Cordelia’s belly swelled, and Michael painted runes on the nursery walls. They whispered spells to their unborn child, promising a world where magic and humanity intertwined.

And when the day came for their child’s birth, the coven gathered once more. Cordelia pushed, her magic merging with Michael’s. Their daughter arrived—a tiny bundle of potential, eyes like galaxies.

“Welcome,” Cordelia whispered, tears in her eyes. “Our eternal flame.”

And so, the Supreme and the Antichrist became parents, their love rewriting destiny. In their daughter’s laughter, they found hope—a future where darkness and light danced together, forever entwined

Chapter 24: 24+109-Cordelia Goode x Mallory (American Horror Story)

Cordelia Goode, the Supreme Witch of Miss Robichaux’s Academy, had always been drawn to the night sky. The stars whispered secrets to her—a language only she understood. But there was one secret she kept locked away, even from herself.

Mallory, her most promising student, shared Cordelia’s fascination with the cosmos. They often sat on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, their eyes tracing constellations. Cordelia would weave stories about each star—their ancient origins, their hidden powers. Mallory listened, her gaze never leaving the sky.

One chilly evening, as the moon hung low, Cordelia pointed to a particularly bright star. “That one,” she said, “holds the memories of lost witches. Their spells, their laughter—it’s all there.”

Mallory leaned closer. “And what about that one?” she asked, pointing to a faint glimmer.

Cordelia hesitated. “That,” she said softly, “is where secrets go to rest.”

Mallory’s eyes sparkled. “What kind of secrets?”

Cordelia glanced away. “The kind that change destinies,” she replied. “The kind that alter the fabric of reality.”

Mallory shifted closer, their shoulders brushing. “Do you have secrets, Cordelia?”

The Supreme’s heart skipped a beat. “We all do,” she admitted. “Even me.”

They fell into silence, the night wrapping around them like a velvet cloak. Cordelia wondered if Mallory sensed the truth—the secret she’d buried deep within her magic. A child, born of forbidden love, hidden away to protect them all.

“Tell me,” Mallory whispered. “Tell me your secret.”

Cordelia hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I have a daughter,” she confessed. “A child conceived in a time of chaos, when love and duty collided.”

Mallory’s eyes widened. “Why keep her hidden?”

“Because she’s powerful,” Cordelia said. “Too powerful. She could unravel everything—the delicate balance between light and darkness.”

“But secrets have a way of escaping,” Mallory said. “They find cracks in reality.”

Cordelia nodded. “I’ve shielded her, erased her existence from everyone’s memories. Even my own.”

“Why?” Mallory’s voice trembled. “Why tell me now?”

“Because,” Cordelia said, “I see the same stardust in your eyes—the same longing for truth. And because I trust you.”

Mallory took her hand. “Show me,” she whispered. “Let me see her.”

They closed their eyes, and Cordelia wove a spell—a thread of memories, a glimpse of the hidden child. Mallory gasped as images flooded her mind—the girl’s laughter, her wild curls, her eyes that held galaxies within.

“She’s beautiful,” Mallory said. “Why keep her secret?”

“Because,” Cordelia replied, “she’s the key to saving us all. The prophecy says she’ll tip the scales, restore balance.”

Mallory leaned in, their lips brushing. “And what do you feel, Cordelia? When you look at her?”

Cordelia’s voice cracked. “Love,” she whispered. “A love that defies time and magic.”

They stargazed, fingers entwined, hearts heavy with longing. The secrets of the universe danced above them—their own secret nestled among the stars.

And as the night deepened, Cordelia vowed to protect her daughter, to rewrite destiny itself. For love, like stardust, could change everything.

Chapter 25: 98-Kai Anderson x Ally Mayfair Richards (American Horror Story)

Ally Mayfair-Richards had always been cautious, her nerves frayed by the events that unfolded around her. As a restaurateur, she juggled her business, her marriage, and her fears. But when Kai Anderson walked into her life, everything changed.

The Butchery on Main was a quaint little place, known for its hearty meals and eerie ambiance. Ally and her wife, Ivy, ran the establishment together. The kitchen buzzed with activity, knives clinking against cutting boards, and the smell of sizzling meat filling the air.

Kai, with his piercing blue eyes and enigmatic smile, applied for a job as a line cook. Ally hesitated, sensing something off about him. Yet, she needed the help. She hired him, unaware that their paths would intertwine in ways she couldn’t fathom.

Their first encounter was in the dimly lit locker room. Kai leaned against the metal lockers, his gaze fixed on Ally. “You’re Ally, right? The owner?”

She nodded, her heart racing. “And you’re Kai. New hire.”

He chuckled. “I’ve heard rumors about this place. Strange occurrences. Ghosts.”

Ally scoffed. “Superstitions. We’re just a restaurant.”

But Kai’s eyes held secrets. “I see more than most. The energy here—it’s potent.”

As days turned into weeks, they worked side by side. Kai’s culinary skills were unmatched, but it was his mind that fascinated Ally. He spoke of chaos, revolution, and the power of fear. His charisma drew her in, despite her better judgment.

One night, after closing, they shared a bottle of wine in the empty dining room. Shadows danced on the walls. “Why do you stay?” Kai asked, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass.

Ally hesitated. “This place—it’s my anchor. My sanctuary.”

“And Ivy?” Kai’s voice dropped to a whisper.

Ally’s heart clenched. Ivy, her wife, was distant, consumed by her own fears. “We’re drifting apart,” Ally admitted. “She doesn’t understand.”

Kai leaned closer. “Fear binds people. It’s a powerful force.”

Ally’s pulse quickened. “What are you afraid of?”

His lips brushed her ear. “Not death. Transformation.”

Their kiss was electric, fueled by darkness and longing. In the kitchen, they stole moments—whispers, stolen glances, and forbidden touches. Ivy sensed the change, her eyes narrowing.

One stormy night, Ivy confronted Ally. “What’s going on between you and Kai?”

Ally hesitated, torn between loyalty and desire. “He’s just a coworker.”

But Ivy knew better. “He’s dangerous. A cult leader.”

Ally’s world shattered. Kai’s charisma masked his true intentions. He wanted chaos, upheaval. And Ally was caught in the crossfire.

As the restaurant burned, flames licking the ceiling, Ally faced Kai. “Why?”

He grinned, eyes ablaze. “Fear unites. Destruction births rebirth.”

Ally’s heart raced. “What about love?”

Kai’s laughter echoed. “Love is chaos too.”

In the ruins, Ally made her choice. She whispered, “Ivy, forgive me.”

And as the sirens wailed, Ally and Kai vanished into the night—a twisted love story etched in blood and fire.

Chapter 26: 63-Billie Dean Howard x James Patrick March( American Horror Story)

Billie Dean Howard stood in the dimly lit hallway of the Hotel Cortez, her heart racing. The air smelled of old secrets and faded regrets. She had come here seeking answers, but what she found was something far more dangerous—a connection that defied time and reason.

James Patrick March emerged from the shadows, his eyes like shards of obsidian. His presence was both intoxicating and terrifying. “Billie Dean,” he murmured, his voice a velvet blade. “What brings you to my domain?”

She swallowed, her palms clammy. “I’ve always been drawn to the supernatural, Mr. March. And this place…” She gestured around. “It’s a beacon of darkness.”

He circled her, predatory. “You seek knowledge. But what if I offered you more? Secrets whispered in the dead of night, desires that burn like embers.”

Billie Dean’s pulse quickened. “What kind of secrets?”

His lips brushed her ear. “The kind that bind souls. The kind that defy death.”

She shivered. “And desires?”

He leaned in, his breath against her skin. “Desires that consume. Desires that transcend flesh.”

Billie Dean’s mind raced. She had seen horrors, communed with spirits, but this—this was different. James Patrick March was no ordinary man. He was a relic of another era, a killer with a twisted sense of purpose.

“Why me?” she whispered.

He stepped back, studying her. “Because you’re like me, Billie Dean. A seeker of truth, unafraid of the abyss. And because…” His gaze bore into hers. “Because I’ve watched you from the shadows. Your curiosity, your hunger—it mirrors my own.”

She took a shaky breath. “And what do you want from me?”

His fingers traced her jawline. “Confessions, my dear. Confessions of love.”

Billie Dean’s heart stuttered. “Love?”

He tilted her chin up. “You feel it too. The pull, the ache. We’re bound by more than fate. We’re bound by eternity.”

She closed her eyes, surrendering. “James…”

His lips met hers, a collision of fire and ice. His kiss held centuries of longing, of blood-soaked nights and whispered promises. Billie Dean tasted darkness and redemption, sin and salvation.

When they broke apart, she whispered, “I’m not afraid.”

He chuckled, a sound like distant thunder. “You should be.”

But Billie Dean Howard was no stranger to danger. She had danced with ghosts, courted madness. And now, in the heart of the Cortez, she surrendered to love—the kind that defied logic, the kind that echoed through time.

As James Patrick March pulled her closer, she knew she was lost. Lost to the shadows, lost to desire, lost to a man who was both monster and savior.

And in that forbidden embrace, they whispered their confessions—their love, their damnation, their eternity.

Chapter 27: 48- Wilhelmina Venable x Jeff Pfsiter (American Horror Story)

Wilhelmina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable.

Jeff Pfister, with his slicked-back hair and a penchant for sarcasm, was the epitome of everything Wilhelmina despised. Yet, when their paths crossed during a corporate gala, they found themselves pretending to be a couple—a ruse to impress the higher-ups.

“Wilhelmina,” Jeff drawled, his eyes scanning the room, “you’re a terrible actress.”

She shot him a glare. “And you’re a terrible human being.”

But as they danced under the chandeliers, their fingers brushing, something shifted. Maybe it was the champagne, or perhaps it was the way Jeff’s hand rested on her waist, steady and warm. Wilhelmina’s heart fluttered, and she wondered if this was all part of the act.

“You know,” Jeff said, his voice low, “we make a convincing couple.”

She scoffed. “Only because we both excel at deception.”

He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. “Maybe we should stop pretending.”

Wilhelmina’s breath hitched. “What are you suggesting?”

“Let’s give them a show they won’t forget,” Jeff murmured, and before she could protest, his mouth captured hers—a kiss that tasted of secrets and forbidden desire.

Their fake relationship became a tangled web of stolen glances, whispered confessions, and late-night rendezvous. They argued about business strategies, but their arguments turned into heated discussions about life, love, and the meaning of it all.

One evening, in the dim glow of Wilhelmina’s office, Jeff traced the curve of her jaw. “You’re not what I expected,” he admitted.

She raised an eyebrow. “And what did you expect?”

“Not someone who challenges me,” he said. “Not someone who makes me question everything.”

Wilhelmina’s heart swirled with conflicting emotions. “We can’t keep this up forever.”

He kissed her, slow and deliberate. “Who says we have to?”

As the days turned into weeks, their charade blurred into reality. They held hands in board meetings, shared secrets in elevators, and stole kisses in supply closets. And when the truth finally came out—when their colleagues discovered their love was genuine—Wilhelmina and Jeff faced a choice.

“Do we keep pretending?” she asked.

Jeff smiled, his eyes soft. “Or do we embrace what’s real?”

They chose the latter, defying expectations and risking everything. In the shadows of deception, they found love—a love that transcended corporate games and whispered rumors.

And as they stood together, hand in hand, Wilhelmina realized that sometimes, the most unexpected alliances led to the most extraordinary outcomes.

Chapter 28: 28-Archer and lana- archer

Archer had always seen the world in shades of gray. The dullness of life had become his norm—the muted hues of danger, the monochrome of betrayal. But then Lana Kane walked into his life, and everything changed.

They were spies, partners, and sometimes adversaries. Their banter was sharp, their chemistry electric. But beneath it all, there was a thread—a connection that defied logic. They were soulmates, bound by fate, and yet they had never touched.

One rainy night, after a mission gone awry, Archer found himself in Lana’s apartment. The air crackled with tension—the aftermath of adrenaline and near-death experiences. Lana stood by the window, her silhouette framed by city lights.

“Archer,” she said, her voice low, “we need to talk.”

He leaned against the wall, his heart pounding. “About?”

“Us.” She turned, her eyes searching his. “The way we fight, the way we—”

He cut her off with a kiss—a desperate collision of lips and longing. And in that moment, the world exploded.

Colors burst forth—the crimson of her lips, the emerald of her eyes. Archer stumbled back, his breath catching. “Lana,” he whispered, “what—”

She touched his cheek, and the world shifted. The gray lifted, replaced by a kaleidoscope of hues. He saw her—the real her—the way she was meant to be seen.

“Archer,” Lana said, her voice trembling, “I’ve waited so long for this.”

He pulled her close, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. “Why now?”

“Because,” she said, “we’re soulmates. Our touch unlocks the colors—the emotions we’ve been missing.”

He kissed her again, tasting the spectrum—the sweetness of love, the bitterness of regret. They stumbled toward the bed, shedding clothes and inhibitions. Skin against skin, they explored—the brush of fingertips igniting rainbows.

And as they moved together, Archer saw it all—the passion (fiery red), the vulnerability (soft lavender), the promise (golden yellow). Lana’s laughter was cerulean, her tears indigo.

When they finally collapsed, breathless and sated, Archer traced her jawline. “Lana,” he said, “I’ve never felt like this.”

“Me neither,” she confessed. “It’s like we’ve been living in grayscale.”

He kissed her forehead. “But now we’re in full color.”

They lay there, tangled in sheets, their souls intertwined. Outside, rain tapped against the window—a symphony of renewal.

“Archer,” Lana murmured, “promise me.”

“What?”

“That we’ll keep touching—keep seeing the world together.”

He smiled, his heart bursting with chromatic wonder. “Forever,” he vowed. “In every shade.”

And so, Archer and Lana navigated their new reality—their love painted in vibrant strokes, their souls finally in sync.

Chapter 29: 9-Dan and Harold- the old man

Dan Mathews, the seasoned highway patrol officer, had always been a pillar of strength. His weathered face held stories of countless roadside emergencies, but today, something was different. He arrived at the station, his steps faltering, and his eyes weary.

“Dan,” Dr. Holmes said, concern etching his features. “What happened?”

Dan sank into a chair, wiping sweat from his brow. “I don’t know, Doc. I feel sick—weak.”

The doctor probed gently. “Recent meals? Anything unusual?”

Dan thought back to Norton’s Orchard, where he’d stopped for a friendly chat. The whitewash on the barn walls wasn’t dry, and he’d wiped it off his hands absentmindedly. Moments later, the nausea hit him like a freight train.

“We thought it was food poisoning,” Officer Williams chimed in. “But it’s worse.”

Dr. Holmes furrowed his brow. “Organic phosphate exposure. It’s in insecticides. Dan, we need to find the source.”

They returned to Norton’s Orchard, the sun casting long shadows. The air smelled of ripe apples and uncertainty. Young Tommy Norton lay in bed, pale and trembling. His innocent eyes held fear.

“Tommy,” Dan whispered, “what did you touch?”

Tommy’s voice quivered. “The whitewash, sir. Thought it was paint.”

Dan’s heart sank. The organic phosphate paste—the same one he’d wiped off his hands—had poisoned the boy. Guilt gnawed at him.

“Doc,” Dan said, “we have to warn people.”

Dr. Holmes nodded. Panic could spread faster than wildfire. They traced the toxin to a barrel in the barn, its label faded. The orchard workers had used it, unaware of the danger.

As Dan stood there, he thought of Harold, the old man who tended the orchard. Harold had seen generations pass—the bloom of spring, the harvest of autumn. His gnarled hands held stories etched in wrinkles.

They found Harold in the shade of an ancient apple tree. His eyes were tired, but they lit up when he saw Dan.

“Harold,” Dan said, “we need to talk.”

Harold listened as Dan explained. Tears welled in the old man’s eyes.

“I’ve used that paste for years,” Harold whispered. “Thought it was harmless.”

Dan gripped Harold’s shoulder. “We’ll get you help.”

As the ambulance took Harold away, Dan watched the orchard—the place where life and poison intertwined. He’d saved lives on highways, but this was different. This was personal.

In the hospital, Harold smiled weakly. “Dan,” he rasped, “take care of my trees.”

Dan nodded. “And you take care of yourself, old man.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Dan stood by Harold’s bedside. The orchard cast long shadows, and Dan wondered how many more secrets it held.

“Harold,” Dan said, “you’re not alone.”

Harold’s eyes closed, and Dan felt the weight of responsibility. The bond between them—the shared struggle against an invisible enemy—was stronger than any badge.

And in that quiet room, Dan realized that sometimes, saving lives meant more than enforcing the law. It meant protecting the heart of a community—one apple tree at a time

Chapter 30: 6-Kate and charlie- anger management

Charlie’s apartment was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Kate had agreed to take over his therapy group for a few days while he dealt with a personal crisis. She’d been there for him, even when he pushed everyone else away.

“Thanks for this,” Charlie said, rubbing his temples. “I owe you.”

Kate shrugged, her eyes tired. “It’s what friends do.”

But they were more than friends. Charlie had felt it—the way her laughter echoed in his chest, the way her touch lingered. And tonight, with the group asleep on his living room floor, he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

They sat on the balcony, the city lights flickering below. Charlie’s heart raced as he looked at Kate. “You know,” he said, “I’ve always wondered why we’re so good at fixing other people’s lives but terrible at our own.”

Kate chuckled. “Maybe we’re too busy analyzing everyone else.”

He leaned closer. “Or maybe we’re scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of admitting that we need each other.”

The couch was small, but they squeezed onto it anyway. Kate’s head rested on Charlie’s shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. The group snored softly, oblivious to the storm brewing inside the apartment.

“Kate,” Charlie whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

She looked up, her eyes searching his. “Charlie…”

He kissed her—a desperate, hungry kiss that left them both breathless. Kate’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. They were therapists, but right now, they were just two people who needed solace.

The sun peeked through the curtains, illuminating their tangled limbs. Charlie traced Kate’s jawline, memorizing every curve. “We’re a mess,” he said.

Kate laughed softly. “Yeah. But maybe we’re each other’s mess.”

They dressed quietly, stealing glances and shared smiles. The therapy group would wake soon, and reality would crash down. But for now, they had this stolen moment—the aftermath of sleepless nights and tangled hearts.

Chapter 31: 112-Alan and Sam- the patient

Dr. Alan Strauss sat in the dimly lit cabin, the cold floor seeping through his thin socks. The chain around his ankle clinked as he shifted, a constant reminder of his captivity. Sam Fortner, the man who had abducted him, paced back and forth, his eyes wild.

“You’re my last hope,” Sam muttered, running a hand through his unkempt hair. “I can’t control it anymore.”

Alan studied Sam—the man who had confessed to being a serial killer. “You need professional help. Turn yourself in.”

Sam’s eyes darted to the thick chain. “I can’t. Not yet.”

Alan’s mind raced. He had been a psychotherapist, but this was beyond anything he’d encountered. Sam’s homicidal urges were consuming him, and Alan was the only lifeline he had.

“You have to choose,” Alan said, his voice steady. “Call the police or let me go.”

Sam clenched his fists. “I’m not ready.”

Alan’s thoughts drifted to his own family. His daughter Shoshana, who had always been his anchor, and his son Ezra—the one he’d failed. Ezra had chosen a different path, one Alan hadn’t understood or accepted.

As days turned into weeks, Alan listened to Sam’s twisted confessions. He tried to understand the darkness that drove him. But the cabin walls closed in, and Alan’s desperation grew. He missed his family—their laughter, their disagreements. He regretted not being there for Ezra.

One night, as rain tapped on the cabin roof, Sam paced, his eyes haunted. “I can’t stop it,” he whispered. “The urge to kill.”

Alan’s heart ached. “You need confinement. Therapy.”

Sam shook his head. “I won’t lose control.”

And then it hit Alan—the irony. He had been more compassionate to a psychopath than to his own son. He had failed them both.

“Sam,” Alan said, “you’re not alone. I’ve been blind too.”

Sam’s gaze bore into him. “What do you mean?”

“I neglected my son,” Alan confessed. “Judged his choices. Now, I’d give anything to see him again.”

Sam’s grip tightened on the chain. “And me?”

Alan’s resolve solidified. “You’ll face justice. But I won’t let you destroy more lives.”

In the end, Alan made his choice. He lunged at Sam, the chain snapping. They grappled, and Sam’s knife glinted in the candlelight. Alan’s last thought was of Shoshana and Ezra.

When the police arrived, they found Sam—broken and weeping—and Alan, lifeless on the floor. The letter he’d written to his children lay nearby, a plea for forgiveness.

And as the rain washed away the bloodstains, the chains of redemption tightened around them all.

Chapter 32: 93-Laura and satan- little demon

Laura’s heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit club. The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through her chest, drowning out the mundane worries of her everyday life. Tonight was different—tonight, she would dance with Satan himself.

The rumors had spread like wildfire: Satan frequented this place, a hidden sanctuary where mortals and demons mingled under the neon glow. Laura had always been curious about the supernatural, but this was beyond her wildest dreams. She adjusted her little black dress, the fabric clinging to her curves, and took a deep breath.

And there he was—the Devil in all his glory. His eyes, a fiery crimson, locked onto hers. His smile held both danger and allure. Laura’s knees wobbled, but she pushed forward, determined to seize this once-in-an-eternity opportunity.

“May I have this dance?” Satan’s voice was a velvet whisper, sending shivers down her spine.

Laura nodded, her hand trembling as he led her to the center of the dance floor. The crowd parted, giving them space. The music shifted, a sultry rhythm that matched the heat in the room. They swayed together, bodies inches apart, and Laura forgot everything—the bills, the deadlines, the mundane existence.

“You’re brave,” Satan said, his breath hot against her ear. “Most humans fear me.”

“I’ve always been drawn to the forbidden,” Laura replied, her pulse racing. “And dancing with the Devil? That’s the ultimate taboo.”

He chuckled, the sound echoing through her bones. “You’re not like the others. You see beyond the flames and the pitchforks.”

Laura traced the contours of his face, the sharp cheekbones, the twisted horns. “What do you want from me?”

Satan’s eyes softened. “Not your soul, if that’s what you’re worried about. Just this moment. A dance. A connection.”

And they danced—Laura and Satan, twirling in a cosmic waltz. The other clubgoers watched, their eyes wide with envy or fear. But Laura lost herself in the music, in the sensation of his hand on her waist, the heat of his body against hers.

“Why me?” she whispered.

“Because you’re different,” he murmured. “Because you seek truth, even in darkness.”

As the song reached its crescendo, Laura leaned in, her lips brushing against his. The kiss tasted of forbidden knowledge, of secrets whispered across centuries. She wondered if this was how Eve felt when she bit into the apple.

When the music faded, Satan stepped back, his eyes holding a hint of regret. “Our dance ends here.”

Laura’s heart ached. “Will I see you again?”

He smiled, a bittersweet expression. “Perhaps. But remember, mortal, some dances are meant to be fleeting.”

And with that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving Laura standing alone on the dance floor. The music resumed, but it sounded hollow now. She touched her lips, still tingling from the kiss, and wondered if she’d made a deal with the Devil.

But in that moment, as the neon lights flickered and the world blurred around her, Laura knew she’d never forget this dance—a little demon and the Devil, twirling through eternity.

Chapter 33: 10-Laszlo and nadja- what we do in the shadows

In the heart of Staten Island, Laszlo and Nadja, the eccentric vampire couple, decided to venture out for a night of shopping. It wasn't often that they indulged in such mundane activities, but tonight, they were in the mood for something different.

"Laszlo, darling, we need to update our wardrobe," Nadja said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Our clothes are starting to look a bit... outdated."

Laszlo chuckled, adjusting his cravat. "You're right, my love. It's time we treated ourselves to some new attire. Let's make a night of it."

They set off into the night, their capes billowing dramatically as they walked through the streets. The humans they passed were oblivious to their true nature, and Laszlo and Nadja enjoyed the anonymity.

Their first stop was a vintage clothing store, filled with an eclectic mix of garments from different eras. Nadja's eyes lit up as she spotted a beautiful Victorian dress. "Oh, Laszlo, look at this! It's perfect for our next masquerade ball."

Laszlo nodded appreciatively. "Indeed, my dear. And this waistcoat would complement it nicely."

As they tried on various outfits, they couldn't help but laugh at some of the more outlandish pieces. Nadja found a feathered hat that made her look like a flamboyant peacock, while Laszlo tried on a pair of bell-bottom pants that were far too tight.

"These humans have such strange fashion choices," Laszlo remarked, shaking his head in amusement.

Nadja giggled, twirling in front of the mirror. "Yes, but it's fun to try new things. Let's see what else we can find."

Their next stop was a modern boutique, where they were greeted by a friendly sales associate. "Good evening! How can I help you two tonight?"

Nadja flashed a charming smile. "We're looking for something a bit more contemporary. Show us your finest pieces."

The sales associate led them to a section filled with sleek, stylish clothing. Nadja picked out a stunning black dress, while Laszlo found a tailored suit that fit him perfectly.

As they admired their new outfits, Nadja turned to Laszlo with a mischievous grin. "You know, darling, we should have a little fun while we're here."

Laszlo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind, my love?"

Nadja's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Let's see if we can charm our way into getting a discount."

With their vampire charisma, they easily convinced the sales associate to give them a generous discount on their purchases. As they left the store, they couldn't help but laugh at their successful escapade.

"That was quite enjoyable, Nadja," Laszlo said, wrapping an arm around her waist. "We should do this more often."

Nadja smiled, leaning into him. "Yes, darling. It's nice to have a little adventure now and then."

As they walked back to their home, their shopping bags filled with new clothes, Laszlo and Nadja felt a renewed sense of excitement. They had shared a fun and memorable night together, proving that even vampires could enjoy the simple pleasures of life.

Chapter 34: Jax and Kristina- GH and SOA-94

Samcro members we're gathered around the office waiting for the Corinthos Organization, who they were planning a deal with to ship through their ports and spread their business to Port Charles. But Jax had something else he couldn't get out of his mind
[Flashback to previous evening]
Jax decided that evening to go to a bar outside of the city. Wanting to clear his head from all the drama over the business meeting with corinthos the next day.
"Hey Todd, shots of Jack daniels whiskey"
Todd poured the whiskey shots before settting them in front of the frequent customer. But not before noticing his eyes were somewhere else completely. On the pretty petite brunette at the end of the bar whose been nursing the vodka soda for the past half hour
"Her name is Kristina"Todd spoke confusing the biker
"Who?"
"The girl you haven't been able to take your eyes off"
"Why she here?"
"She's here for work apparently, not sure what she does tho"
Jax made his way over to the girl striking up a conversation that lasted for hours until Todd had called a cab for the duo because the bar was closing.
As They were drunkenly stumbling out of the bar with a look of passion washing over their eyes, before the door could fully close behind Kristina .Jax passionately pushed his lips onto hers before she nipped  at his bottom lip wanting permission for her tongue to insert his mouth. They fought for dominance while he backed her so she she was in between the cab seat and his body. They only pulled away when the cab stopped in front of her hotel building. Jax threw a wad of cash at the driver before pulling the girl lightly out of the car and to the elevator. She quickly pushed the button to her floor before capturing his lips again before the door opened and a guy coughed so they pulled apart. Before stumbling to her room and drunkenly trying to insert the card into the reader. She began pushing his jacket off his shoulders letting it hit the hotel room  floor  while he made his way down her neck and leaving open mouthed kiss along the way. He pulled her leather jacket off throwing it on top of his jacket before running his hands down the back before running his hands under her tshirt and pulling it over her head wanting to have more skin available for him to kiss his way down. It wasn't long until she unbuttoned his shirt while kissing down his chest while making her way dow to unbuckle his pants . A while later after many minutes more of making out,they were stripped down to just their undergarments before he moved to lay her down on the bed  and climbing on top of her before moving open mouth kisses down her neck while unclasping her lacy bra and massaging one of her breast  while taking the other into his mouth and licking her nipple seductively before doing the same to the other breast. He moved down her torso with open mouth kisses before pushing her panties down in a swift motion and inserting one finger into her clit while she gasps at the feeling of his finger inside her. He kept inserting more of his fingers like licking the tip of her clit until she was near her orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of Kristina while she whimpered at the loss of him. Before feeling his tongue inside her moving back and forth before she screamed out his name while he swallowed her warmth.
After coming down from her high, Kristina ,who was sobering up a bit.,decided it was time to repay the favor by flipping him so his back was against the counter. While she pulled down his boxers before being her mouth down to his dick . He gasped at the contact of her mouth. Before pulling on her hair telling her and giving her permission to continue until he was screaming her name while filling her mouth with hot seed. While he was coming down from his orgasmic high He decided he was sick of them only one getting pleasure at seperate times he wanted for them to come together. He moved to her cilt before gently entering  a finger into her again. She moaned against his skin as he worked  her cilt getting her ready from him to plunge fully and deeply inside her. He lined himself up with her before plunging into her while they both moaned. He kept pushing in and out of her until they both overcame screaming out each others names in pleasure. Without a care in the world if some could hear them in the next room. They spent the rest of the evening working of months of bent up sexual frustration between the both of them. The next morning he woke up to her sleeping next to him soundly. He brushed a piece of hair out of her face before kissing her on the forehead. He slipped out of bed reluctantly knowing he had to head home to get ready for his meeting and pick up Abel from his grandmothers to take him to daycare.
[end of flashback]
As he was finally pulled out of his thoughts by Happy smacking him in the shoulder
"What's going on with you Jax's?"He asked  but not before the group turned towards the door as it opened.
"What was Kristina doing at Samrco?" Was the last thought running through his mind before she went towards Clay and Gemma
"Kristina Corinthos….My father sends his regards that he couldnt make it"  she spoke shaking their hands before privately making their way to a private office
The hours ticked on, while Gemma, Clay and Kristina were pondering out the conditions of the deal. While the other members were waiting frivolously for the trio to come out of the back office.
Jackson in particular couldn't keep his mind off,Kristina or the events of the evening they spent together
As the door closed jax was pulled from his thoughts watching as kristina made her way towards the church near the door. Jax deciding in an instace to follow her before pulling her into the church and shutting the door behind them as, Kristina felt her back being pushed up against it, not sure what was going she began to open her mouth to speakbut once she saw jax’s face she lost all thoughts they were just staring at eachother lustfully for a long moment before being interruped by gunshots ringing out through the main area. They made their towards the doors before pulling out their guns, ready to open fire. As they pushed open the unlocked doors, they began firing amo in the direction of the other gun shots. As the bullets became closer to them Jax pushed Kristina to the ground trying to shield her body from the fire. The shots became fewer and farther in between before becoming completely silent. Trying to regroup from the incident Jax held a hand out to help Kristina up, when he heard a hiss of pain come out of her mouth.
“You ok?” He asked before seeing a pained expression across her face
“I’m fine,…….seriously jax im fine ”
“I’m taking you to the hospital to get checked out” he spoke in a tone showing he didn’t want a fight.but she gave him one anyways
“I’m fine really Jax, I don’t need to see a doctor”
“Just do it, it’ll make me feel better to be sure”
It took Kristina a few moments to decide if she wanted to continue the fight or just give in to his wishes.
“Fine if it makes you feel better. I’ll go to the hospital to get checked out”
They were so enamored in each others embrace they didn’t noticed the eyes watching over their interaction. Gemma in particular never saw her son as concerned about the well-being of anyone outside of SAMRCO and his son before not Tara not Wendy or any of his other exes. She knew in the back of her mind Kristina was going to be someone special in her sons life.
The hours ticked on as Kristina and Jax waited in the hospital room for the scan results.
“So tell me more about yourself since it’s going to take a while for the scans to be read” She suggested as a way to past time, becoming bored of the silence
“What do you want to know”
They spent the next thirty minutes discussing everything from music taste to favorites foods and colors to their worst fears and phobias. Before a knock interrupted their conversation.
“Good evening I’m Doctor Radclyffe, sorry for the delay but your scans and test all came back clear. You are free to leave.” the doctor spoke before leaving the duo alone in the room. As the evening continued the duo went back to Jax’s place where abel had been dropped off not even five minutes earlier but was already fast to sleep in his room. Jax checked on his son, giving him a kiss on the forehead before leading kristina into his bedroom, stripping her of her clothes and making his way down her body with his lips, making her moan deeply in pleasure,as the duo continued the evening of making love.
The next morning as the sun began creeping through the thinned materials of the curtains, Kristina began trying to make her way out of bed as Jax pulled her slender body back into his arms leaving open mouthed kisses on her next and making her squirm under his touch.
“Jaxxx…jax i really need to head back….to the…hotel….early meeting with clay and gemma” he stopped at the mention of his mother and step father, which gave kristina the opportunite to wiggle out of jaxs arms. She leaned over kissing him on the lips hastly before slipping back into yesterdays clothing, only turning slightly to say goodbye before slipping out of his bedroom.
The clicking of the door knob in the dimly lit hallway,as the musty hotel air hit kristina’s skin in her sleepy state. As the door clicked shut kristina felt rough hand grabbing her arm while the other tried to shush her with a towel over her mouth. She struggled against his grip, screaming in her head as the towel nearly hit her lips and as she felt a sharp cool edged object touch the basis of her throat in the struggle while her mind cleared as she felt a wave of her own hidden strength overpowering her as she twisted his wrist making him drop the knife before pushing her elbow into the perps nose making him fall back in agony before running out of her room dialing the police in the process
As the morning stretched uponith, Jax finally made his way into the clubhouse searching the opened room for Kristina’s gorgeous brunette hair and petite figure.
“Morning ma…clay” jax spoke seeing his mother and stepfather hurdle in a corner looking over some legal paperwork for the samcro and corinthos deal
“Morning honey” gemma spoke sweetly only slightly looking up from the paper works
“Where’s ms. Corinthos…wasn’t she supposed to be meeting here to go over more paperwork” Jax asked softly looking around once more still not seeing her face.
“She’s coming in tomorrow….shes with the cops answering questions..apparently somone broke into her hotel room” clay answered ruffly still not looking up to see the concerned look on Jax’s face before hastly exiting the building and nearly speeding towards her hotel room while dialing her number.
“Kristina…where ..are …you” he nearly stumbled over his words as a tear hit his cheek
“Im staying in room 556” she quickly spoke before clicking off. A few minutes passed before a constant knock came as Kristina opened the door, jax hugged her tightly letting her tears flow from her eyes and her body trembling while remembering the events of the morning. They stayed tightly and steadly in one anothers arms for a long moment before jax pulled back still holding onto her arms looking up and down checking for any visble injuries
“Jax…im okay… he didnt hurt me. You should see him” she softly chuckle at the thought of him holding his bloodied nose while being dragged away by the police
“Your staying with me sweetheart” he spoke softly but huskly demanding for attention
“The fuck i am” kristina stared him down angrily before grabbing her purse and keys leaving the room in a huff
“Where are you going” jax asked annoyedly while following behind her
“The clubhouse” she spoke still angry making her way down the short staircase to her car
“Let me drive you” he said still following behind
“Pass” she spoke in a finalistic tone before getting in her car and speeding off leaving jax annoyed in the lot of cars
20 minutes later as the duo pulled back to back into the clubhouse parking lot. Kristina quickly shut the door of her rental before speed walking towards the entrace of the building with jax right behind her
“Kristina….stop…please stop”
“I’m not having this argument with you again Jax” her voice pitched as she kept shuffling towards Gemma and Clay.
“Kristina.please just listen to me” he jaunted grabbing her arm stopping her in her tracks.
“Jax….” She huffed while looking into eyes getting lost in them
“Krissy take my offer, stay with me. Dont go back to the hotel please” he placed a hand on her cheek while rubbing the pad of his thumb softly in circles
“I cant jax, I’m sorry but i cant
“Why not” he further pressed for an answer still circling her cheek with the pad of his thumb
“Because…….because…..I don’t know why I was targeted and I don’t want to put you or abel in danger”
“I’ll be more worried if you stay in that place…please krissy I saw how shaken up you were after” these word change the calmness kristina was feeling into bile as she remember the mornings events, pulling back hard nearly stumbling she hissed out
“Anyone who had a knife pressed into their throat would be shaken up Jax” she huffed turning around seeing the club stop in their tracks at the two of them arguing
“wait….what? You had a knife to your throat!”
Before kristina could answers jax and the other member wondering eyes, Gemma stepped in “kristina why don’t you and clay hash out the legal stuff while jax you come with me” she didnt wait for any answers before pulling jax outside by the arm
“What the hell were you thinking” gemma scolded as jax look confused at his mothers words. Before jax could answer gemma continued “look kristina is probably still shaken and hasnt had time to process anything that happened today, just her time and some space and stop pushing her…got it!”
“Got it” jax spit out quickly before seeing his mother nod a “good” look at him before heading back in leaving jax in a haze of confusion.
The hours passed on as Jax and kristina stayed seperated, before kristina made her way across the clubhouse to the bar top.
“Look….im sorry for lashing out at you earlier. I get you were trying to be nice and helpful, and I took my anger out on you. Im sorry “ she spoke softly taking the shot of whiskey he handed to her.
“Im sorry too” jax brushed kristinas hand with the pad of her thumb
“For what?” She questioned confusedly at what he did wrong
“For pushing you to hard on the issue and not giving u space to process everything” he spoke remebering his earlier conversation with Gemma
“Its okay really, you were just trying to help” she spoke returing his earlier sentiment of rubbing her thumb over his hands
“So….have you thought more about my offer?” His tone low trying to gaig the energy and emotions that surrounded her
“I have”
“And” he pushed slightly harder still keeping her at arms length
“And…..even though im scared of the potiental of that attacker being sent and the sender is still at large and of potientally hurting you or abel in the process…..I’ve decided to take up your offer.” She spoke shooting back the staling whiskey in front of her while a large smile presented across jax’s lips
“Ok we’ll pick up your stuff after we are done here”
“How about since i’m done here I go get my stuff and meet you back here and we head to your place afterwards” she bargained while see a sparkle of worry lace his eyes
“I…really don’t like the idea of you heading back to the room alone, especially after……” he didnt continue but the message was clear enough
“Jax” she moved around the bars counter and stood face to face with him, placing her hands on his cheeks and looking deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes “Jax, ill be fine I can take care of myself” she still saw hints of worry pass through his rough exterior so she continued “I promise if anything even feels off I’ll call you ok” he nodded as she left the clubhouse in a slow pace looking back once more before exiting the building.
As the night continued on the duo made their way back to his house,where kristina offically met abel for the first time
“Buddy, this is Kristina. Kristina this is my son Abel"
"It's nice to meet you Abel"
"Do you wanna play blocks" Abel asked wanting to play with his block set
" Buddy....."
"Sure bud" Kristina moved her legs together before moving to sit on the floor in front of it.As jax put on snow white in the background,before heading into the kitchen to order a pepperoni pizza for dinner, as the night continued on Abel was falling asleep in his father's arms as the movie finished up,while Jax carried him to bed while Kristina began putting the blocks back in the box, before heading to the all to familiar bedroom. It only took 5 minutes for jax to come into the bedroom before kissing kristina intensily and passionetly as they made their way towards the cozy bed, kristina pushed jax onto the mattress,climbing on top of him,kissing the tender skin that covered his muscular neck,while a hefty moan surrounded the otherwise silent room. Jax flipped the couple wanting to be on top,using on hand he pressed against her hip while kiss her wholy and fully, leaving the both of them breathless, as he moved his lips down her neck,shoulders,chest,and stomach while making his way down further south as a knock on the door pulled the couple out of their trance when a small voice rung out “daddy”
Jax hopped up as kristina fixed her ruffled clothes, sitting up in the bed as the door clicked open
“Sweetheart, whats wrong” jax spoke lightly seeing the tears well up in his sons eyes
“There’s a monster under my bed daddy” jax picked up and hugged his son tightly while looking over at kristina who was ruffling through her purse
“Abel….” She began speaking looking at the young boy hold a minture spray bottle “I have this special monster be-goner spray to keep any monsters away.. so how about I get rid of the monsters while you cuddle with your dad” she spoke lightly letting him take the bottle into his tiny hands before nodding at her idea. She left the room for a few moments while jax laid with abel on his chest on the ruffled blankets, running his hand through the small boys hair as he tiredly fell back asleep, jax carried abel back to his room as kristina finish spraying a lavendar vanilla perfume around the room. The couple then made their way back to the room cuddling up against one another as a sleepy “thank you” crossed jax’s lips as they fell asleep that evening
Over the next 4 weeks, they got into a sort of routine. With Kristina taking care of Abel while Jax cooked in the morning to them both reading to Abel to dropping him off at daycare to working at the clubhouse during the day Before ultimately snuggling close in bed every night, enjoying the feel of the other in their embrace. Tho neither will admit it they both gotten the best sleep of their lives, next to each other.It wasn’t until Kristina had to head back to Port Charles that the little bubble they creating came crashing down. Leaving an aching pain in his heart knowing she was heading home any day now. It wasn’t until later that evening when they were laying in bed that off handily mention she had meeting with her associates in two days back in Port Charles and that she was leaving in the morning. He pulled her even closer to him needed to feel her against him and to smell the sweet vanilla mahogany scent that surrounded her.
The next morning went on as usual until Kristina rolled her suitcase out of the bedroom they shared for weeks. The bedroom he’s come to think as theirs not just his anymore. Abel caught on to the tension in the room as she brought out her luggage. The tears began rushing down his face and snot running down his nose before screaming at the top of his little lungs.
“Daddy tell her not to go. Tell Kristina not to leave us. Tell her daddy tell her.”
Gemma and Clay came in as the scene was unfolding noticing the tears rushing down the faces of their son/ step sons, grandchild, and their business associate. Jax moved to comfort his son before being stopped by Kristina’s arm in front of his stomach. She squatted down in front of the little boy before speaking
“Abel”
“Don’t leave Krissy, please don’t leave me, don’t leave us” tears were running more rapidly between the two of them. She placed her hand on the little boy cheek wiping away his tears.
“Sweet boy, I have to head home but I’ll come and visit you as much as I can. I promise” Abel hugged her tightly not wanting to let her go ever. They stayed in that position for over 10 minutes before Gemma finally was able to get Abel to come over to her. Jax helped Kristina up before she grabbed her luggage again making her way to the door, with tears still rushing down her face before looking back once more to see Gemma trying to calm Abel down. She let the door close quietly and walked slowly to her car but not before hearing the sound of foot steps behind her. She turned expecting to see Gemma or Clay coming to rip her head off for upsetting Abel. But it was Jax, he came up to her capturing her lips passionately for the first time since they met. As he pulled away after a few moments he spoke in a quiet but emotional tone “ I wish you didn’t have to leave sweetheart”
“Me too Honey me too. All I wanted to do was tell Abel and you that I could stay”
“Why can’t you?” He asked in a almost whiney tone which was unusual for him
“You know why” and he did but he wished things were different. She lightly kissed him before opening her car door. She looked over the door and spoke in a quiet tone that he would miss her next words if he wasn’t so focused on her.
“Until next time” the last words of hers that he could hang onto until they saw each other again
[one month later]
Kristina who was tirelessly laid her sweaty body against jax’s, as the room stood still with only the sounds of heavy breathing and hearts race filled the air.
“Princess, I can hear you thinking, whats going on in that brillant head of yours”he spoke softly brushing his hand up and down her arm siftly. Kristina wrestled with the thoughts pounding through her brain before lightly sitting up, knees brung closer to her chest in comfort
“ we need to end this before we get hurt even more” the tears shifted into her eyes while jax face froze in a shocked expression
“Wait….what do you mean princess?” He stuttered out feeling his own tears sprinkle in
“Neither of our clubs or organizations are going to stop needing us, we live two separate and demanding lives on separate coasts. We cant make us work no matter how hard we try to or even want to… so… we need to end this before we or abel get hurt even more….”
Jax still stifling the tears back, got up in an spilt and starting re-dressing,before speaking softly so only kristina could hear his words
“I love you…but i should leave” as he kissed her head goodbye before grabbing his lonely suitcase and closing the door behind him, leaving a full on near meltdown kristina in his wake, as she whispered the words “I love you too jax so much” she whispered knowing she made the right choice
10weeks.10’weeks since Jax watched the women he’s grown to love walk out of his life. Watched as his son begged her to stay, yelling at him to make her stay. He still asks every night before bed, when she was coming back, with hope grazing through his eyes. The hope has started to faze over time as he saw the sadness in his fathers eyes. But their was still slight hints there and 6 weeks since he left her in port charles after being dumped for good.
Clay has told him to move on, that she wasn’t worth the space. Which pissed him off more than anything, leading to him punching the old sucker out. While his mother has been overally supportive, offering a shoulder for him to cry on and a safe space to talk about her.
But he couldn’t care, all he wanted was for her to be in his arms again. To be able to smell her signature scent in person and not just hints of it that she left in their bed. To feel her arms wrapped around him like they did when she cuddled him in bed all those nights they spent together. To watch her and Abel interact and play together while cooked in the mornings and evenings. He just wanted to spend his life with her, even if he thought he didn’t deserve her. It wasn’t until his mother pulled him aside saying she was sorry to break the news that his whole world shifted underneath him
“Jason Morgan and Kristina Corinthos davis to be wed,September 12,2021 at port charles cathedral” his kristina got married yesterday was the last thought that touched his mind before the world went black around him
(Kristina pov)
(One day earlier)
Kristina was placing the backing of her diamond earring, still dresssed in her silk robe,as the flashbacks of her relationship with Jax came flashing back,

(Flashback)
"This seat taken" Jax asked pointing at the seat next to her, already knowing the answer
"Nope all yours" she said kindly not looking up from her drink
"Jackson"He introduced himself before lending his hand out for her to shake
"Kristina" she shook his hand politely refusing to meet his eyes
"So what's a beautiful woman like yourself doing in charming" she tried the hint of blushing before answering cryptically
"Work" he could see the crypticness in her answer but deciding not to push further.
"What about you, why is a handsome man like yourself so interested in little ole me,someone you'll probably never see again?"
He thought hardly about the question for a moment before answering
"Not sure yet, but you do" with that he held out his hand walking them to a more private booth away from the speakers
"So do you live in charming or are you visting aswell?" She asked genuinely for the first time that evening
" I live here always have, how about you what side of the world are you from?" She paused for a moment deciding how honestly she wanted to answer the questions about who she really was and what she wanted with SAMRCO?
Her thought’s were broken by the sound of a knock on the door
“Krissy…you decent” Sam spoke before the click of the door knob told her it was ok to enter
“Krissy…..why are you doing this?” She spoke harshly as Kristina grabbed her dress off the hanger and shimmed into it
“You know why sam” she spoke while trying hastly to pull the zipper up, as sam made her way to finish the process
“You dont have to Krissy …ev” kristina cut her off before speaking more angrily at her sister
“You out of everybody should understand the dangers of this business and how i need to protect my family at all costs”
“You’ve changed Kristina, It was as though you have become an entirely different person, consumed by the expectations of others.”
“And what choice did I have? I changed so that our family might survive, so they can see their children and grandchildren growup. I am happy for you, Sister, but I'm not like you. I have never wished to succumb to the blind delight of being in love. I cannot so indulge myself. “
“You can choose to be happy. To follow the desires of your heart instead of pushing away any feeling that comes to the surface. It should not be a luxury, but a right to choose, to fight for the family that you want.”
“I fight... ( exhales ) ...for the family that I have. You'll never understand. You were born to marry into another family. I was born to carry on the Corinthos name. That is what outweighs anything else. It is rather easy to be selfish when you have no one else to whom you must answer. Now if you don’t mind I have to get married in 15 minutes and would like some time alone to complete finishing touches.” She spoke opening the door to push sam out while locking door behind her
As the afternoon continued with bustling groups of guest rushing to fill the pews,before the soft piano played as Kristina in a beautiful mid length white turtleneck dress with long sleeves and a ruffled skirt to flair with chic black glossy heels and diamond studs glistening from her ears, and a bouquet of pink and white tulips in hand. She made her way down the aisle coming hand to hand with jason at the altar. The priest began speaking as the music quieted down

“Please be seated. Thank you.
Welcome Friends, Family, and loved ones! We are gathered together today in the sight of God and of each other as witnesses to celebrate the marriage of Jason Morgan and Kristina adela corinthos-davis We hold Jason Morgan and Kristina adela corinthos-davis
up to each other as a family, and a community of loved ones, to christen this step on their journey toward what we pray will be a long, happy, and healthy life together!

Before we begin, let us bow our heads and ask God’s blessing for Jason and Kristina
(Congregants bow heads)
(Officiant leads congregation in prayer appropriate to denomination of service - if no prayer is requested or provided by the couple, the following may be used)

Heavenly Father,
We ask your blessing upon Jason and upon Kristina. We come to you knowing that you have created them for a purpose, and we’re confident, oh Lord, that your will for their lives contains some amazing triumphs for them as they walk together in your name. We ask that you bless them and keep them with you, and that you hold us accountable to do the same, Lord.
In your Holy name we pray,
Amen

Ladies and gentlemen, we hold marriage up as a sacred union between two people who are committed to loving one another and spending the rest of their lives together, faithful to each other, and to their journey together. But we also know as a society that marriage is a serious institution. It requires deep commitment, faith and trust in your spouse, and a lot of patience to make it work. In the time I’ve known Jason and Kristina and in the conversations we’ve had discussing this ceremony, I’ve seen those things. I’ve seen their commitment to one another, their faith and trust, and their patience - and above it all, I’ve seen the love that these two wonderful people have for each other.
Now in the book of 1st Corinthians, the Apostle Paul provides us with a beautiful description of the kind of love that a marriage needs. He writes, “Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

Kristina and Jason I want to urge you to hold to that vision of your love for one another, because even though all of us hear are behind you and rooting for you, life throws us challenges, and in the midst of those challenges, it’s the kind of love St. Paul was describing that is going to get you through it.
Knowing this, it’s time to declare yourselves to one another.

Jason, do you take Kristina to be your lawfully wedded wife from this day forward - to have and to hold, in good times and bad, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health; will you love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you both shall live”
“I do”
“Kristina , do you take Jason to be your lawfully wedded husband from this day forward - to have and to hold, in good times and bad, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health; will you love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you both shall live”
“I do”
“Before we continue as the officiant, I must ask if anyone present has any reason why these two should not be joined in marriage. If so, speak now, or forever hold your peace”
The church was quiet before the doors of the church flew open to reveal a shivled looking man…..
“dad” an aubile gasp overtook the church as kristina memories flew back to the night her father supposedly died.
(Flashback)
“No more running julian.it ends right now” sonny yelled as kristina and jason were running towards the stairs as a big splash hit the water underneath them as Jason and kristina got to the landing sonny and julian were no where in sight
“Dad……Julian” kristina screamed out while fighting back the tears while Jason stood in complete shock at the events of the evening.
“We should go krissy” jason whispered placing a calm hand on her shoulder manuvering her way back to the ground level.
(End of flashback)
“Dad” kristina walked up hugging her father still in shock while whispering “how” in his ear as the tears hit his beat skin. That night was spent at home as a family instead of Jason and Kristina first evening as the married heads of the corintho organization
The next day as her father was still getting back into being home with his family, Kristina was at the office mindlessly looked at her computer going over documents Diane sent her, covering the deal with SAMCRO. But her mind couldn’t stay of a certain blonde biker, who she’s grown to love in such short period of time. She couldn’t place her finger on when she feel in love but she was. She missed the life they had when she was working with samcro and living with jax and abel . She missed his signature scent that’s come to smell like home. She missed having him come home to her and Abel every night and sleeping in his arms. She missed the way she could tell him anything and he would never judge her. She missed everything about him.
As she was daydreaming again, Jason walked into the office, not surprised to see his sister in law in this state. She’s been like that since she’s gotten back.
“Krissy” she jumped slightly at the sound of his voice “sorry didn’t mean to scare you”
“You’re all good what do you need?”
He thought for a moment trying to find the best way to bring it up
“What’s going on with you, every time I’ve come into the office since you’ve gotten back, your minds been elsewhere. What happened in Charming Krissy” he treaded lightly, wanting her to know he wasn’t going to judge. Before she could speak, a wave of nausea overtook her. She ran to the bathroom before emptying the contents of her stomach. Jason held her hair back while rubbing her back comfortingly, like she was still a child. She calmed herself before looking into his eyes “I’m pregnant”
“What, where, when,who” Jason rambled in shock not expecting that. After a few moments Kristina began going into the story.
“You remember when I went to charming to meet with SAMCRO” Jason nodded allowing her to continue “the night before the meeting I went to the local bar to get a drink to calm my nerves. I met this guy, named Jax, we began talking and ending up spending the night together. Which is ironic because he is the vice president of SAMCRO , which i didn’t know at the time, we saw each other again when I went in for the meeting. We talked before shots rang out he pushed me down to the ground to protect me when the shots cam closer to us. I fractured a small bone in my ankle when I went down and couldn’t put weight on it, which you knew. I spent those 4 weeks at his house with his son and I couldn’t help but grow feelings for him, which I know you may think is stupid. But it wasn’t until a couple days ago when I missed my period for the second month in a row, I decided to take a test, which came out positive”
Jason sat silently for a good 10 minutes trying to digest the news.
“How are you feeling? Have you told him or any of your family besides me?”
“I’m ok, Jason and to answer your second question, no I haven’t told anyone else.”
He hugged her tightly as she felt tears fill her eyes. They stayed their for a while before making their way back to the office.
A while later Kristina phone began ringing uncontrollably from an unknown number. She clicked answer before speaking into the phone
“Kristina Corinthos, who’s this?”
(Earlier in Charming)

As the flippant sounds of the tv channels being flipped through rushed through the clubhouse, as the members of SAMCRO sat at the bar decided what to watch that evening. They finally landed on the pre recorded Port Charles nurses ball, from a few weeks ago, after a Certain someone saw a familiar face.
"Welcome to the 20th annual nurses ball, im your host for the evening Robin Scorpio- Drake and my gorgeous co-host Kristina Corinthos-Davis" the older women spoke before the you get came out in a halter neckline, backless, long emerald dress that complemented her eyes.
"Mama" came from behind the group from a child like voice. they turned around to see Abel being held in Jax's arms, whose eyes never left the younger woman on the screen.
"Daddy, mama is pretty" Abel spoke lightly to his father
“Yeah buddy she really does” Jax responded not wanting to correct his son, while the rest of the club besides Gemma looked on in surprise
As the night went on a loud boom of shots firing through the wall of the clubhouse, hitting Jax in the process.
“Daddy…….Daddy” Abel screamed trying to run to his father but being held back by Tig. As, Gemma screamed as she saw her son lying in a pool of his own blood-before running to him dropping to her knees.
“Someone call 911” she yelled at the other members before placing her hand on his cheek
“Stay with us my beautiful boy, we need you, Abel needs you, Kristina needs you even if she’s not here right now. So you better fight and stay with us”
Ambulance sirens filled the building while her son was carried away on a stretcher. The drive to the hospital was silent not wanting to think of anything besides Jax.
As the whole club made their way to the hospital, waiting to for Jax to come out of surgery.
“Ms. Teller” Gemma stood up quickly making her way to the doctor
“I’m Ms. Teller”
“We need you to sign some forms so we can perform the surgery” she signed quickly before the doctor left to prep.
Gemma knew she shouldn’t be interfering in her son’s relationship but she also knew Kristina needed to know. She quickly dialed the number that was saved in her sons phone that the police gave back to her. The phone rang quickly before she heard the young women’s voice through her ears.
“Kristina Corinthos, who’s this?”
“It’s Gemma, dear, theirs been a shooting.Jax been hurt.”
“Oh my god is he ok?”
“He’s in surgery right now, so we don’t know much. But I know he will want you here when he wakes up.”
“He won’t…”
“He will. He loves you even if he couldn’t tell you while you were here.Just think about what I said” clicking the phone off she made her way back to the group 
“how are you holding up baby” Clay asked while lightly grabbing his wife’s wrist and tugging her into a hug
“I need some fresh air to clear my head. I’ll be back soon, call me if he gets out of surgery” she kissed him lightly before leaving the waiting area.
while back in Port Charles ,Kristina stood in shock for a moment before heading home to pack a bag. She told Jason over text what was happening before texting her on call pilot before hoping in her car to make the drive to the airport strip.
{a couple hours later}
Kristina landed and got an uber making her way to the hospital. Not caring about anything but Jax and Abel and getting to his bed side. She spent hours deciding what to say to him once she saw him again. How to tell him that he was going to be a father again? How to tell him that she loves him? By the time the uber pulled into the hospital parking lot she still didn’t have any answers.she sped walked to the waiting room where Gemma texted her that whole club was in. As she came into view the entire looked up at her in shock beside Gemma and Abel, who ran towards her as fast as his little legs would take him. “Mama” came from the top of his lungs while hugging my legs tightly, not wanting to ever let go. Gemma nodded in approval while watching the scene pan out. 15 ish minutes later Abel finally looked up again to make sure she didn’t disappear on him again. Understanding what the toddler was thinking Kristina bent down and picked up the sweet boy in her arms, letting him rest on her hip while going to hug Gemma.
“Thanks for calling me”Kris whispered in the other woman’s ear which only made her hug her tighter.
“What’s she doing here” Clay demanded in an angry tone
“She’s here because Jax loves her and would want her here” Gemma spoke back getting annoyed with her husbands snide comments about the girl. The rest of the club was reeling from Gemma sticking up for the girl who left Jax in shambles for weeks.but more shocked she admitted Jax’s love for Kristina so openly and publicly.
As the time ticked on, the nurse came out facing the group of people
“Jackson teller is awake if you want to go see him” the group followed the nurse while Kristina stayed sitting with Abel on her lap. Gemma lightly put her hand on the young woman’s shoulder
“Are you coming”
“I just going to wait until it’s a little less crowded.” Even though Gemma called her to come and see him. She could help but still feel guilty for leaving him and Abel behind, as she looked down at the sleepy toddler in her arms.
“Ok just come in when you ready sweetheart”
She walked away wanted to see her son and knowing Abel was safe in his mothers arms.
Time ticked on until Abel began to open his big brown eyes. “Where’s everyone mommy” still not used to being called mommy she held the little boy closer before answering “Daddy woke up, so everyone went to visit him.”
“Can we go see daddy, please” he begged with his puppy eyes on full display
“Yeah let’s go” he stayed on her hip until they got to the quiet room. Everyone had left for the evening, leaving them all alone. She knocked lightly before hearing his scruffy voice on the other side. “Come in”
She opened the door allowing Abel to run towards his fathers bed. “Daddy” he yelled before raising his arms to be lifted up. Jax began to bend down off the side of his bed before hearing the sweet voice, he’d only heard in his dreams recently.
“You know you didn’t need to get shot for me to visit” she jokingly said before closing the door behind her and moving to place Abel next to his father. She sat in the nearby chair on the other side of him. Holding his empty hand in hers. He blinked a couple of times trying to be sure she was real and not a really great hallucination
“How…”
“Gemma called me. Told me you were hurt and in surgery.” She couldn’t finish her thought before squeezing his hand tighter
“Hey I’m not going anywhere, ok” she nodded lightly still freaked out about the events that happened today.
“Mama are you ok?” Abel asked noticing the tears welling in her eyes.
“I’m ok buddy, these are happy tears.”
A knock at the door pulled them away from their private family moment.
“Hey, I’m going to take Abel home if that’s ok”Gemma offered while coming to hug her beautiful boy.
“Yeah he should get some sleep in his own bed tonight” Jax agreed before turning towards his son “hey buddy, grandma is going to take you home for the evening, ok”
“Who going to stay with you daddy” the little boy asked worriedly
“I am sweetheart, I promise your father will be fine ok sweetie” Kristina cut in before Jax could get a word out
“Ok, I love you daddy and mama”
“And we love you” they replied at the same time before kissing the little boy on the cheek
“Night”
They sat quietly, neither knowing what to say or do at the moment. Just held each other’s hands tightly with a quiet but loving look in their eyes. As the two of them drifted to sleep, that night.

“I have to….” They both began to speak, slightly giggling afterwards until she spoke up again
“You go first”
He sat quietly deciding how he wanted to word his next statement
“Kristina…..I love you so much that I could barely think of anything else besides you for those 6 weeks we were apart. I want everything with you which is a first for me. I want you to be my old lady, wear my crow, and grow out family together. i know that your married to that Jason dude but we can figure it out together sweeheart.” Kristina sat in a state of shock trying to digest the beautiful words of his confession of love.She decided she needed to lay everything on the line at this moment, telling him the complete truth
“Jax, I’m not married” she spoke wanting to continue her thoughts but was cut off “wait your not married how i thought”
“I was supposed to be married, after my fathers death and taking over the organization I need added strength at the top because the business was getting threatened by the other families, but my father came back and stopped my wedding to Jason yesterday and he starts back tomorrow as the true head of the corintho organization.” She breathed in a long breathe before continuing,seeing the understandment in Jax’s eyes “and I love you too Jax! Those 6 weeks apart were the worst, truly I couldn’t think of anything besides you and how much I missed you and Abel and the life we had together.”She stayed quiet for only a moment later before dropping the news “I’m pregnant and I want our son or daughter to grow up with both her parents in Charming” to say Jax was shocked is a understatement but he also couldn’t help be thrilled he’s having a baby with the women he loves. He leaned forward lightly to capture her lips in his, he moaned lightly against her mouth remembering how good her lips tasted when they kissed. He pulled away but not before pulling her next to him on the bed
“ we’re having a baby”
“Yeah we’re having a baby” they kissed again without a care in the world before snuggling up together in bed, picturing their future together as a family, them, Abel, and their unborn baby. Before drifting off to sleep in a state of happiness that filled the entirity of the room.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 20 of Short prompts