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Young Gods ( Cyrano x Daleeria)

Jaide
When your father was an outlaw who had bastards from Vancouver to Veracruz and the woman he was married to was not your mother, you were bound to come up with some issues here or there. Call it operator error. That part didn't bother Jaide as much as it used to, because when she really, really needed her daddy he had shown up. He'd not just shown up, he'd taken her strung out and half-sober as she was, brought her back to his own home with his wife and her daughters, put his own money up to put her through rehab (more than once) and even when she still wasn't fully clean he helped her get a start out on the Street out in Jeffersonia and the Rez. When a parent stepped up in a big way like that, the only thing there really was to do after that was to forgive him for being shit before.

Her moms though, that was where Jaide got really fucked up. Cause, Jaide had had a choice on who her moms was. On one hand, you had her birth mom Bri. She'd been a stripper, a homewrecker, a dealer and a pimp at different points in time, always looking for that paper and bumping uglies from Mr. Wrong to Mr. Wrong on her way towards finding Mr. Right. It turns out 'Mr. Right' was an officer in the Coast Guard, one of the guys whose specific job was busting up boats that were smuggling drugs, guns and people into the US for groups like the Regulators. Obviously, falling in love with a stripper with a Regs' brand on her ass and a nice little rap sheet of crimes and alleged crimes in a file in a bureau in some police office somewhere was a big no-no for the Coast Guard, so a lot of shit had to change to make it work. Jaide's Mom had needed to stop stripping, stop slinging, and stop associating with criminals. Worse though, to marry Commodore Cock-Nose they had needed to change his posting to San Diego, and move there full time.

Jaide hadn't been about to pile up in a minivan with three new step-siblings and leave 13th Street and everything she'd ever known. That just wasn't who she was. She wasn't 'hey yinz remember Jaide from back in the day?' and there was no damn way she was going to leave before she got to watch Jax grow up into the handsome and powerful man he was destined to be. Girl had been nursing that crush since pre-k and wasn't about to let all that time go to waste.

So she'd run, and hid a place where only mom option #2 could find her. Jax's mom was a drunk, a gunrunner, and a murderer- though the last one was never proven in a court of law. Kathryn Ramage was a lot of things with a lot of flaws that most people would have argued made her a bad mom. Those people didn't say that in front of Jaide though. Kate had raised her to be a survivor in a world that seemed made to grind you down and tear you apart if it didn't kill you outright. She'd taught her how to cook, clean, sew, everything you needed to know in order to one day be a Queen who ran these streets. Jaide's choice had been San Diego, her mom and the Coast Guard and Jax, Kate Ramage, and the Street.

It had been no choice at all.


Her combat boots stopped clicking on the sidewalk looking at the cozy, two bedroom one story house that had been the Jackson home for twenty-three years at this point. The green, fake grass of the porch was peeling at the base to reveal the unpainted concrete beneath. There was no garage to match the driveway, A little awning leaning over the porch, new roofing probably down thanks to the Ortiz family, besides that the house wasn't that different from how it had looked the last time she had been there, tossing together her shit and climbing onto the back of her father's bike. It had been nice of Kate to let Jaide go in herself to get what she could take, even nicer that she had left her gun drawer unlocked.

The revolver she had stolen had served her well in Jeffersonia, but when it had become too hot she'd tossed it like any other weapon was supposed to be. It's twin was currently tucked into the back of Jaide's jeans, handle rubbing up against the starts on the small of Jaide's back.

She waited at the top of that driveway for a long time, looking at the house, but also looking for any of the signs that Kate was peaking through the window. If she saw those then she'd immediately start moving to the front door like she'd only been there a second. Her last piece of gum was taking a beating like a good bitch in her mouth as she worked up the nerve, worked up the energy, to walk forward into her real home. Finally, with the sun going down over Sunset Blvd way to the west, Jaide strode towards the front door with no confidence whatsoever, gum tasteless in her mouth, and opened the door without knocking.

The smell was the first thing that hit her, but the memories came in with a good one-two punch that nearly set her on her backfoot. Crying to Kate in her bedroom because the girls on the corner had mocked her for not having her period yet, then crying in the bathroom while Kate held her hands because it had finally come. Sobbing and ugly crying because Jax had come home with a hickey that Jaide hadn't given him, celebrating after Jaide won her first fight. The first meal she'd eaten after telling Kate she was pregnant, and the first meal she'd eaten when she came home, eyes the size of dinner plates with JJ in her arms. They all came running back to her so fast that Jaide didn't even have time to glance at the couch where she had OD'd and her life had taken a turn for the worse.

Garlic mashed potatoes, you fucking cunt. Jaide thought to herself in pleased disappointment. Now she knew that there was no way Kate was going to put a bullet in her head, which meant she was going to need to feel things. The fucking worst. There was a box for shoes by the door, but Jaide just kicked any dirt she'd tracked off on the mat, couldn't run if you needed to with your boots on could you. Then she said a quick prayer that her voice wouldn't crack too much as she stepped fully inside and said hello.

"Hey, M-mom, I'm home."
 
Kate
Once in a life time you had a person whirlwind into your life who could finally match you on an energy level that no one else in your life had before. It wasn't that Kate didn't love the girls she had grown up with; Joan was still her closest female friend and the one person she trusted with even her darkest and dumbest of secrets. Kate could get away with pretty much anything around Joan, and Joan would barely lift a finger to stop her. Gayle had his attack dogs, Joan had her feral stray Maine Coone with the raptor talons and who looked fluffy and a little matted but was most certainly not friendly. Gayle had spent a pretty penny on a security system that Kate had found every way to subvert. Originally, Kate hadn't even realized there was a security system until her second or third 'casual breaking and entering', until Gayle had made a complaint on the fact he had spent so much but "any dumb hoodrat with criminal streak could circumvent it."

Monica was who she went to when she needed real advice, the one person that Kate really had a firm respect for. At any hour Kate could pound on her door with a blood alcohol level of a woman who was gunning for early liver disease, and Monica would have a blunt and some wise words for her. Any time Kate needed a moment of peace from the chaos and the responsibility she had placed upon herself raising a king and his queens, Moni had her back. Not to mention in any fight she could count on Moni to make sure no one got arrested. Monica had stopped fighting years ago when she realized it was easier to bail the bitches out if there was someone left to actually go bail them out. And don't even get Kate started on the level that Monica took edibles to! Kate relied on Monica way more than she'd ever properly acknowledge, because Kate was a shitty friend in that regard.

Jaci was the person she could count on to help her drink the night away with the best margaritas and food a sad bitch could ask for. There was little sentimental talking outside of the nostalgia of the 80's and the 90's, or the moments they'd get a little too lit and start crying over baby pictures of their boys. She was the best drinking buddy any single mom could ask for. Everyone knew that a woman who's man spent a solid stint in prison was essentially a single mom. It didn't matter if he was making money up the coast or not; everything fell on Jaci to keep Javier on track in school and in life. She had to work hard to support herself because prison money didn't make up for the loss of income whether dirty or with the landscaping and construction businesses that Hernan and Javier now ran. Kate admired her ambition with the food trucks. Turning a skill into a business was impressive considering Jacinta barely graduated.

Lina had always helped Kate keep a hold of her faith, even in moments where she was doubting God's existence. She brought food to Kate's dad when Benjy died, made sure the old man ate half way decent at least most days. When John had died, Lina had showed up every day to check in on her friend and Jacob. Whenever Kate needed a reminder that angels really did live on Earth, Lina showed up and showed her wings. It was even Lina's suggestion to go find another church when Kate got jaded with the Catholic existence. Because she had, Kate had found a church she really loved, and one that loved her family and their eccentricities. It helped that Kate and Scar were fairly generous donors of their legally gotten gains. Lina breathed light into all of her friend's lives, even as her own fell apart at times.

If Kate needed a fight with someone she knew she could make up with later, Kate stepped to Brandi. If Kate had ever had a half-sister, Brandi would have been as close to matching Ramage energy as any black girl could have. It was a love-hate relationship from the start. They were always throwing hands and attitudes, challenging each other. Thus far Kate had won every physical altercation they had ever had. Brandi had won one single battle of wits. And they were 50/50 on their rap battles. Damn Brandi could spit a rhyme when she was on a good day.

And Kenji? Well her oldest friend was her humanity. In times where she felt that monster boiling under her skin ready to explode in a shower of blood and felony-level horrors, she could always call Ken to stabilize her. He always knew what to say, or when to shut the fuck up and just let her vent it all out. They had been through so much shit together. Ken was the one person she'd never hesitate to let see her cry.

And every part of Kate was happy and proud of Ken for finding Rory and not settling for anything less than a five start badass intellectual bitch like he deserved. At some stage in their relationship, Ken and Rory had sort of become one being. Very rarely did Kate go to one without also going to the other. They had a higher level of logic that Kate couldn't get out of the others. Ken reminded her of when she was whole. And he was the man who had trained her son how to fight. Rory was good at reminding her that she was leaving behind a hell of a legacy with Jax, and with all the things she had been building up for her grandchildren. Together they showed her that she was still human enough to love and be loved.

Jaide's mom, Brianna Diaz... well she had been something very different. Kate's first impression of the bitch was her on the back of Che's bike looking like a piece of Latina trash, granted Kate hadn't been kind on the day that they had rolled down the roads of Oak Hills for the first time. A few months later Bri had walked into the store pregnant and miserable, and they quickly bonded over guns and commiserating over morning sickness and old men. These days Kate had heard the term "platonic soulmates" coined for what transpired from there. Poor John and Che, chasing after crazy pregnant bitches and the damage they could cause with their bratty attitudes and the hormones rushing through their bodies. That summer had been fun though. Kate felt different... initially she had tried to blame the pregnancy and the marriage and all the Big Girl Things she was doing before her senior year, but one day in August while sweating their asses off shooting bottles up on the ridge, Kate had realized Bri was her Best Friend. The person she could be everything with, and who could be everything with her.

Honestly, Kate had hoped that Jax would be a better man than his Uncle Benjy, but that ship sailed the moment he realized that there were too many pretty girls in Haven City and beyond and that variety really was the spice of life. It helped he had his father's smile, and while she'd never even attempt to imagine it, genetics were on his side in the cock division. And Jaide had been smitten with him since being reintroduced to him at four years old, the day Jaide gave him the name that the Streets would call out when talking about him. And with John's death she lost her chance at a daughter of her own. So Jaide had become a key part in keeping Kate whole, even back then. Seeing her and Jacob's friendship blossom and deepen helped heal her heart.

Taking Jaide in had been a no brainer. Fuck Bri for abandoning her, but there was no way Kate would let her take Jaide away from Jax. It had caused a rift that wouldn't be healed until years later when Jaide OD'd and Kate had shown up at her door begging forgiveness for failing to protect Jaide as a mother.

Kate set down the parts of her gun as the door opened up and she heard Jaide kicking the dirt off her boots. Smart, be ready to run just in case Kate decided she didn't like what Jaide had to show her. It was good to know that Jaide had kept her lessons close. And besides, if she tracked dirt in she could just clean it up before she left. Kate wasn't above abusing free labor.

"Hey, M-mom, I'm home."

Why couldn't she come in with the Kate instead of mom?! Fuck. Was it hot in the room suddenly? And her throat... damn it was dry. Brown eyes burned bad enough that Kate had to turn away before she could find out if those were tears or not.

Kate stood up and opened the kitchen window and grabbed the ashtray off the counter and put it on the kitchen table. "Ribeyes have been seasoned already, they're setting on the counter ready to go when you're ready to cook, I got the good cast iron out already," there was a slight rasp to her voice, like she was trying to hold back some sort of emotion. Kate refused to let Jaide see her cry this soon. If there were going to be feelings felt, it could be after they were well fed. Any other mother would have been immediately hugging Jaide, but Kate knew that once she initiated that contact that she wouldn't be able to keep herself together. Hugging Jaide meant she was real. Not just another ghost. "You still smoke weed or you totally sober? Jacob and I discussed you a bit at lunch today. It's good you're sobered up and back. JJ needs his moms."

Therapy and diagnoses weren't exactly something on Kate's radar. At best you paid someone a ridiculous amount of money to smile and nod as you told them all the fucked up shit you've been through. It didn't take a person with hundreds of thousands of dollars of student loan debt to know Kate had mommy and daddy issues, and dead husband issues, and child issues, and probably an arrangement of mental health issues that would make it look like someone butchered the alphabet with how many acronyms that would be involved. However, as she was getting older and T's weed was getting better, she realized that the disjointed thought process she had probably wasn't normal.

But that's what T's weed was for.

Kate took her spot at the table again and took a really good look at Jaide now that she had distracted herself from crying. "You look good. You've been working out, I can tell. Sit, smoke one with me before you get cooking. Got a lot of catching up to do."

The Lawrence Siblings

Streets were fucking confusing. Michael knew that he shouldn't have just bolted out like he did, with no money, no phone or protection on him. Today had been so bad though. And if he took his phone and used the GPS to find the address he had for his sister, then his father could track him. The red head limped as fast down the street as he could, his hands shoved into the pocket of his oversized sweater and bruised face covered by his hood. It was the best he could do on short notice. He didn't even have a jacket and was thankful that spring was around the corner. It was perfect hoodie weather this evening. The eighteen-year-old had never been this far from home, and it wasn't like he was studying city maps in his spare time. He didn't often leave the house outside of soccer practice and school. Then it was back home to do homework and cook for the family.

After Josie had left them, it had fallen to Michael as the next oldest to care for the family. He would never be as good at it as Josie had been, but he had learned a lot from watching her cook and clean. Even all these years later and he still put her on a pedestal for bravely filling the mother role that the boys needed growing up. She had escaped, and found herself a better life and Michael didn't hold a grudge on her for that. Who knows what she'd be otherwise. It certainly wouldn't be a happy ending.

Yes, he knew what his sister did for a living. That's how he had found her, actually. A couple of the boys at school had been watching a video in the bathroom and the voice on their phone had been way too familiar for Michael's comfort. So he had done some poking around on the internet and figured out that his big sis was now some porn star named Scar Law, and that she was living in Oak Hills still. Had a kid. Social media whore, constantly posting about her life... it wasn't hard for Michael to do a little searching. She still had her birth name as her legal name, clearly wasn't married although he had found an article in a very dirty magazine that she had mentioned a 'husband' in an interview from a few years back. And now, she was his only real hope. Sure, he was eighteen and could leave home... but he had no where to go and didn't understand the world around him as well as he needed to. A little gay kid like him could end up just another dirty body on the street trickin' for treats, but he felt like he was made for more.

The beatings were getting worse. Ever since he had been caught red handed bent over a desk for his favorite teacher, and it had become clear that his son was very, very homosexual, Joseph Lawrence had been brutal on his son. He had barely been let out of his room, Jude slipping him food at night when Joseph was too drunk to wake from his chair in the living room, and certainly his actions had gotten him expelled from the Catholic private school his father paid for. No son of his was going to turn out to be "some namby-pamby fag. Not in this household!" and apparently a good physical beating could fix anything.

Everything had come up to a head when a deacon friend had suggested to the patriarch of the family that there were camps out there that many people sent their gay kids to in order to "fix" them. A couple of months away and Michael would come back cured of his supposed ailment.

Fuck that shit.

Joseph had never tried to love the kids the way he had when Grace was alive, and even then it was the stoic type of Catholic love that an old religious man was capable of. He had turned his daughter into their mother, forced her to wait on his every whim and expected her to marry young and wealthy enough she could help continue to support their family in years to come. Legacy. That's all that mattered to the motherfucker.

Michael looked up at the street signs and let out a sigh of a relief as he found the number he was looking for: 13th Street. The young boy only knew a little about gangs because you couldn't turn three times in a circle without bumping into a Vagos boy on accident. Outside of that immediate sphere of influence, he was naive. He knew how to avoid anyone openly flashing colors, no matter what color it was. He knew that he was walking deep into someone else's territory with no clue that his very own sister and the man she worshipped were the ones that owned said kingdom. But this was something worth risking his safety for. He'd rather die in a gutter than not be true to himself. He didn't want a miserable existence devoid of joy and love. He wanted to be whole. And he wanted Jude to be safer.

The red headed boy didn't even get down the block before he found exactly what- more like whom- he was looking for. The first thing he laid eyes upon was the chubby face of a toddler that looked like every baby picture he had ever seen of his sister, poking out from a little hoodie with Regulators sprawled across her chest with tiny red curls poking out from every direction. Izzy sat in her stroller kicking her legs and humming along to the Paw Patrol theme song, even if it was a little off beat and very off key. She was the first to notice the hooded stranger too, who had come to a dead stop about half a block away from them. Next, Michael noticed the dark skin and hair of the boy walking next to the stroller talking up at his mom about his day, and the man that was walking roughly ten paces behind the family. He hadn't expected to run into them on the street... he was hoping like... hang out on the sidewalk for a minute and figure out if he was brave enough to beg her for help.

"Hold up, Scar..." Shane closed the gap and grabbed Scar's shoulder before moving in front of the family. Scar looked up from JJ and pulled her son behind her just as protectively when she noticed what Shane seemed to be worried about.

For a moment, Michael just stared openly, forgetting that she wouldn't be able to recognize him with his hood up. There was just confusion on his face. Was that her man? He had a gun. Did he think Michael was a threat? He stepped closer, pulling his hood down and letting them see his face as he cautiously hobbled closer.

"Michael?" Scarlet couldn't believe her eyes. That was a face she hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime, but she could never forget those red curls or his eyes. "Shane, stay with the kids."

Without any other explanation Scar pushed passed him and dashed towards her little brother.

Michael had hoped for a tearful reunion, but Scarlet wasn't one that met expectations anymore. When she met him half way along his path, there was rage in her eyes. "Who the fuck did this to you, Michael?! Jesus fuck, did dad do this? Your nose is broken!" Instead of love and joy to see him, there was the voice of an angry mother and hands all over his face checking the extent of the damage, her eyes shifting into a color Michael couldn't even begin to describe. That was something he had missed. He eyes. Her voice. The way she read bedtime stories to him and Jude. Even if her face seemed a little different than the last time he had seen her, she was still his perfect sister.

"Hey sissy... Sorry. Fuck I've missed you... Yeah, Dad did this. I... I'm gay, and I got caught and he got pissed and I'm just so happy to see you!" he couldn't hide the fear and shame that laced the happiness to see her in his voice. They'd have time to cry, hug and catch up later. Now, as far as Michael was concerned Jude was still in danger. "Dad's been on a binger since he found out. He locked me in my room. Today Jude let me out and I just fucking ran. I got your address a while back but I figured I'd wait til after graduation to come see you. Please, I don't know what he'll do to Jude once he realizes that he helped me escape... Please you have to help me."

Scar looked back at Shane, a darkness in her eyes not even Jax or Jaide had witnessed yet. "We're taking the kids to Kate's... Come on, Michael, lets introduce you to your niece and nephew... I'll take care of this, don't you worry. I just need a couple extra hands..."
 
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