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“Dammit Gemma! How do you talk me into this shit?” you gasped as you struggled to lift two hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight.
“Shut up sweetheart, we have to get him out of here before church is over. Now, lift with your knees, Y/N!” Gemma snapped.
You glared at your old man’s mother as you bent down to grab said dead weight’s feet again. “Tell me again, how he got dead?” you huffed.
Gemma blew out an exhausted breath as she dropped her half of dead guy and sat down on the picnic bench that was outside the clubhouse. “I found him this way,” you lifted an eyebrow, “Don’t look at me that way, I didn’t kill him!”
“So if you didn’t kill him and I didn’t kill him, why can’t we tell the guys?” you asked , taking a cigarette from her.
“The club has to much other shit to worry about, between the Irish, the Aryan Brotherhood and Stahl,” she paused to light her own smoke, “ a dead body is just inconvenient.”
“Well, he doesn’t have ink, so I’m guessing not a rival MC, so civilian,” you groaned, “We can’t do this alone. This bastard’s heavy,” you looked down at him in disgust, “Who do you think we should get? Tig?”
Gemma nodded, “Tig. He knows a lot of hiding places for bodies.”
“Fine, chapel should be about wrapped up, I’ll go get him. You watch the lot,” you walked away murmuring about how Jax was going to kill you.
Walking into the clubhouse, you sighed, the doors opened to the chapel and the Sons came strolling out. You were glad that Tig was the second one out, “Tig! Hey, Gemma needs your help with something!”
He paused to look at you, distrust plainly evident, “With what?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “With something outside, asshole! Please?” If he made you beg, you swore to God that you were gonna kill him.
“Hey darlin’! Aren’t you going to come say hello?” Jax grinned at you.
You smiled at him and leapt into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as you kissed him. “Does mom need my help?”
“Uh no, no! She was just trying to get some stuff ready for storage. I knew that you and Clay have a meeting in Oakland, so I thought Tig would be the best one to help,” you replied sweetly.
Jax narrowed his eyes at you, smacking his hand against your ass, smirking at your yelp, “You’re up to somethin’ sweetheart, I’ll get it out of you later. Tig go help ‘em.”
You smiled, not trusting yourself to speak, you turned quickly and grabbed Tig by his kutte and pulled him out the door. He had taken two steps outside when he saw the body and he froze.
“Nope, Hell no!” he all but yelled. You and Gemma both shushed him, “N. O. The last time I helped you two with a dead guy, I ended up with gun delivery for two weeks and missed out on all the pussy,” he just shook his head over and over. He started backing away with his hands up in the air.
“TIG! you shouted, “If you don’t help me, I swear to everything holy that I’ll tell Jax about you trippin’ balls on ‘shrooms, and that that is how I ended up with a black eye.”
He looked at you in surprise, “You wouldn’t! You know I thought you were one of those life size d-,’ his eyes narrowed as he watched you smirk, “You are one evil bitch, Y/N.”
You grinned at him, Gemma rolled her eyes, “Dead guy not staying fresh here?”
The three of you picked him up and were almost to the van, when the club doors opened, you looked at Tig who had just shut his eyes, “Dammit!”
“What the hell did you two do?!” Clay bellowed.
You and Gemma dropped the body and Tig fell backwards trapped under the guy. You spun around and started shaking your head, pointing at Gemma, “It was her, I had nothing to do with this one.”
“Traitor, she mumbled. “Clay I found the guy like this, we were just taking out the trash.”
Tig was yelling from under the guy, that he was heavy and smelled like he had shit himself and would someone please get him out from under him,
Jax just shook his head at the three of you, “You’re all very unbalanced individuals.”
Five Shadowcasters arrived in Lucittia in 1806. Aurora Carlisle
married Lukas Ashe, the Count of the Highlands. Levente Kedves married Sophia
Durand, the future Countess of the Lakes. Hugo Trevethan married her best
friend, Greis Samsa – as their families have lived next door to each other (on
both sides of the aisle) for the better part of a thousand years. Athanasia
Dubois was mother to the future Duchess Rachel Dubois de Mario.
But what of the fifth Shadowcaster? What of Daniel Solovyov?
Daniel Solovyov was born in the previous Enlightened
settlement in 1786, barely survived the battle of 1806, and then joined the
Lucittian merchant marine. He took up with the Duke de Mario and his trading opportunities,
volunteering to be the go between for the island and their various trading
establishments. He was responsible for striking up trade with England, where he
met an upper class merchant and his daughter, Genevieve
Michelakakis (1789-1871). When Daniel discovered that her father was embroiled
in the Atlantic slave trade, Daniel turned to piracy, commanding his ship of
Ornithoon men to disrupt the slave trade as best possible. The merchant
claimed later that Daniel kidnapped his daughter, but according to the records
of everyone on Lucittia at the time, Genevieve happily ran away with the
dashing Russian pirate. They married on Lucittia in 1810 and Daniel was off to
continue both his legitimate trading and also his piracy. They had two children
and despite the fact Daniel was a pirate, he lived to the ripe old age of 83.
descendants continued to captain the Catherine’s
Revenge until well after piracy had gone out of fashion. His current
inheritors include Luca and Greis Dervishi, apothecaries who have been unsatisfactorily
linked to several cases of possible domestic poisonings, Robin Merlo, a disgruntled
and displaced Collector who joined the Shadowcasters as soon as he was able,
and Felix Lagana, the last captain of the Catherine’s
Revenge. The ship remains in the Phospolis harbour.
Follow for more random historical stories from Lucittia and environs.
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