#· * QUEEN OF DARKNESS / HEAD IN YOUR HANDS ❜ ––– gemma teller.

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FRIENDLY REMINDER OF WHAT CLAY DID TO HIS WIFE.

#· * QUEEN OF DARKNESS / HEAD IN YOUR HANDS ❜ ––– gemma teller. #GRAPHIC VIOLENCE TW #domestic violence tw #DISFIGUREMENT TW #ASK TO TAG/

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A Scene w/ Chibs

Characters: Filip “Chibs” Telford x reader Summary:  This is my first attempt at fanfic period and this started as smut with a song and it’s ending as fluff. To my credit, I’ve done better RPs. I’m trying my best... may the fanfic gods have mercy on my soul.

Prompts:

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” “Are you going to keep pacing outside my door, or are you coming in?”

mo ghràidh - “my love” in Scots Gaelic

In all the wildest dreams from your girlhood, none of them included falling in with a biker gang. The plan was to move West and try to make something of yourself as a creative. What mattered was leaving everything you knew behind and making it big so you could rub in the face of everyone back home. Call it part fresh start, call it part wishful thinking... somewhere along the way your dreams broke down alongside the shitbox that carried you cross country. It was a matter of coincidence that that your luck ran out in the lot of Teller-Morrow... and often enough for Gemma to take a real shining to you while lost in conversation while the boys tried to save a car that wanted to die. The universe has a funny way of putting you right where you need to be, don’t it?

You had caught the eye of the haggard faced mechanic stealing glances whenever he’d pass by the window that separated the office from the garage. Gemma would dismiss his glances with a shut of the blinds to the garage bay, reassuring you Chibs was harmless. As her invitation to one party turned into more, you discovered a grain of truth in her words beneath the veneer tht protected the finer aspects of club business from outsiders. Of the brothers you had befriended, his mannerisms were never untoward and he had the air of a gentleman behind those scars in his dealings with you, just... with your looks? Being ogled either opened the door to heartbreak or to something scarier. It was much easier to present yourself with a face of stone and hoped it was enough to shrink you to the point you weren’t taking up space on anybody’s radar. 

Yet Chibs' patience matched his persistence and with time, you found his brogue and charm irresistible. No longer could you be mistaken for a croweater or sweet butt, the two of you were an item, untouchable by the rest of the club. Though you loathed how cheesy it sounded in your head, it had begun to feel like having the other half to make you whole with him at your side or in your bed. But whether it was business that got in the way or things didn't work out, it felt like falling apart as quickly as you came together. 

You kept your word to remain amicable after your separation. What other choice did you have being a constant due to your friendship with the Queen of SAMCRO? It didn't make seeing him any easier when you could still feel the tension between the two of you. To come to the parties at Teller-Morrow and see the Sons while the wounds of your break-up were still fresh were almost your undoing. It would seem your old flame shared a similar feeling. His disappearing act when you arrived turned to stares of longing from across the room until you found your place behind the bar pouring shots and serving up pints. What should have brought relief from the six-foot-tall, couple-hundred pound gorilla in the room made you ill at ease each time your eyes met. You had seen him in the arms of a croweater on occasion but the look in those dark brown pools spoke to something more going on beneath the surface until during one drunken night of revelry... you had no choice but to slip from behind the bar when he wasn’t looking and disappear further into the clubhouse.

Letting the door to the stockroom slam shut behind you, you squeezed your eyes shut and ran your fingers through your hair as you tried to clear your head. The darkness behind your eyelids was enough to calm the storm of emotion brewing in your head. Had breaking up with Chibs been a mistake? Did he still want you? Was it possible you still wanted him? You dragged your hands down your face before you took a deep breath from your nostrils and let it out hiss from between your lips. Only a moment or two later, you could hear the heavy thudding of boots trailing down the hallway. One door opened after another, the footsteps shuffling at times... those boots belonged to an inebriated owner- that much was for certain. But did you want to leave your sanctuary and discover who those steps belonged to?

"Lass, are ye alright in there?" The drunken slur of Chibs trickled through the door to your ears, the breath you weren't aware you were holding in escaping in a huff. "Cannae hear what you said, dove... ye left the bar quick, I was afraid I upset ye." 

You hesitated as you looked at the door and ran over a thousand possible responses in your head before staying quiet. Chibs began to pace as he awaited a response, steps trailing from one side of the door to the other... and, after a brief pause, beginning his trek anew.  Seconds turned into what felt like hours with the wooden door between the two of you before you couldn't take it.

“Are you going to keep pacing outside my door, or are you coming in?”

"Wha', lass?"

"I said are you going to keep pacing or are you going to come in?" “Oh,” Chibs mumbled drunkenly before you heard his hand press on the doorknob, twisting before he could push the door and make it give way to the woman that waited for him inside.

And just like that... there the two of you were, standing the closest you had been face to face in months. The two of you were speechless as you scanned each other's faces, uncertain of who would make the first move to break the silence between you two. Chibs buried his face into his elbow as he went through a coughing fit, swallowing the lump in his throat as he turned his face reddened from the alcohol he'd been consuming all evening... back to you.

"What was all that back there, lass?" Chibs waved his hand to the door at his back. "Ye were at the bar when I looked down and when I looked back up, all I saw was yer back disappearing down the hallway."

Fuck. He'd seen you leave the bar, even if just in passing.

"I'm... I'm fine, Filip," You said as you dragged your hand down the side of your face. "I needed to step away for a moment to, uh... to check to see if we had anymore beer in the back."

Chibs furrowed his brow, the booze in his system not enough to prevent him from catching you in a lie. Fuck, again.

"Was it because o' me, Y/N?"

The silence presented him with the opportunity to close the distance between the two of you, stopping before the point where he could touch.

"...Y/N, lass."

"Yeah," You stammered as you turned your gaze to the floor, too nervous to look him in the eye until you heard his sharp exhale.

"Letting you go was a mistake, mo ghràidh," Chibs replied as he reached out with trembling hand to caress the curve of your cheek with his knuckles. You could feel your shoulders tremble at his touch, closing your eyes for a moment as how much you'd missed this came back to you. "Filip," You cleared your throat and opened your eyes, casting your gaze at him to catch him flinch at the sound of his name. "The secrets, the fights... the distance between us... I don't know that I can do this again. We made the right choice." "Y/N," Chibs spoke as tears began to bud at the corners of his eyes, his voice cracking. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you..."

"And I'm tired of wanting things I can't have, Filip... I don't want part of you, I've wanted all of you from the start. What are we going to fix that we haven't already fought over?"

You could feel your chest spasm, drawing a sharp breath through your nostrils as Chibs took you in his arms and pressed his face into your neck.

"Aye, love... I know, I know," Chibs crooned as he stroked your hair while he held you. That tenderness in his touch had been another thing you missed and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to guiltily savor this as you wrapped your arms around his back. "Ye deserve better than me staring across the clubhouse thinking of all the ways I fooked this up... please, come home and let me make this right.”

#chibs x reader

[breanime]

Bre’s Boys Preference: How They React To You Being in Danger

Billy Russo: Billy is merciless. While you’re life is at stake, everyone and anyone is on his shit list. He is ready and willing to kill anyone who gets in his way of saving you, and when he finds the people who threatened your life in the first place... Heads will roll. You’re his, and he will do anything to keep you safe. Anyone who tries to take you from him is dead. He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat, doesn’t rest until he gets you back and he’s practically bathed in his enemy’s blood. And even then, he’s still on edge. His anger is so strong and palatable, every inch of him is tense, he moves like a panther in the jungle, ready to attack at all times. The only thing that brings him any peace is you; he’s carefully controlled around you, touching you gently once he has you back in his arms. And as he holds you, he says those three words that Billy Russo never imagined hearing himself say: “I’m so sorry”.

Logan Delos: He panics. Like, it takes him a while to regain his composure. He’s on the floor, eyes wide and full of tears, chest heaving as he thinks of all of the horrible things that could be having to you. But he gathers himself, standing up on his shaky legs, and does whatever he can to get you back. He spares no expensive, hiring the most capable people to track you down, and he insists on going with them. Once he has you back, Logan finally allows himself to cry openly, his head buried in your hair. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he says, as if you’d left on your own accord, “I was so scared... I love you, I love you, I love you”.

Jax Teller: Jax wants BLOOD. He calls on the club, and they do whatever it takes to bring you back to him. Jax doesn’t care who gets in his way--he mows them down with ease to get to you. No one can get through to him--not Clay, Gemma, Opie, or Chibs--Jax is willing to set Charming on fire to get you back. And when he does get you back, he’s still not done. He holds you to his chest, so hard that it almost hurts, and he promises to never let this happen again. He makes it his personal mission to track down every single person who had anything to do with your abduction--no matter how low level they were--and make them pay. 

Coco Cruz: Coco gets so upset, he blacks out for a minute. The last thing he remembers doing is punching a hole in the wall. When he comes to, he doesn’t wait for Bishop’s approval; he just hits the street with Angel and Gilly. It doesn’t take him long to get to you--he uses his sniper skills to shoot down any and every obstacle that gets in his way. Every word out of his mouth is “fuck” or “shit”, and when he comes face to face with the person who put your precious life in danger--he takes great pleasure in stabbing him nice and slow, watching the life drain from his eyes. Then he’s over to you, grabbing you and pulling you to him, assessing you for injuries. If there are any--he’s memorizing them, categorizing them in his mind because he believes that they were all his fault. “I’m so sorry, querida,” he says, “I’m so sorry...” 

Angel Reyes: Angel calls EZ, and the two brothers hit the road. Eventually, the club catches up to them, and the Mayans track you down within a day. The entire time they’re looking for you, Angel’s blood is red hot. He can’t sit still, he can barely breathe, he breaks all of the speeding laws to get to you. He’s surprisingly callous in his revenge, killing without hesitation, without joy. But when he gets to you, it’s like he wakes up from a nightmare--his eyes are warm again, and when he touches you, his caresses are gentle and careful. Angel doesn’t let you out of his sight for days after that, always holding you and kissing you. And when he does have to leave you alone for more than a few hours, he insists on having EZ come sit with you, or takes you to Felipe’s until he can come and get you. 

Miguel Galindo: If his half-brother is all heat and fire, Miguel is ice-cold. He’s methodical with his anger, making sure to dispatch men to all corners of the country in search of you. But he isn’t sitting idle, Miguel is out too, Nestor and Alvarez at his side. He takes a few people off of the street and plops them down on his church pew. He spends a nice deal of time cutting limbs off and collecting information, and by the end of it all, he’s led to you. Miguel picks you up and carries you away, and for the rest of the night, he’s taking care of you. He puts you in the tub, sliding in behind you and holding you close. After that, he’s lathering you up with your favorite scents and then rubbing you down with lotions. He can’t stop kissing you, and as you sleep--finally able to rest now that you were safe--he watches you, his dark eyes staring at you while his head conjures up all the ways he could have lost you, and he vows...this will never happen again. 

Nick Amaro: Nick calls upon his brothers in blue when he finds out that you’re in danger. The NYPD (as unruly as they are), leave no stone unturnt in their search of you. Nick is so tense, he can barely take a step without flipping a chair or punching a wall. He’s just seen so many terrible things in his career, the thought of anything like that happening to you... It makes his want to scream. He reaches Stabler-levels of aggression when interviewing witnesses and suspects, and he’s almost taken off the case, but Benson has his back. When he finds you, Nick holds you close, his embrace both firm and careful as he holds you. He’s with you all the way, sitting with you at the hospital, staying at your side when you’re interviewed by the cops; Nick doesn’t leave you for a second. He’s still a bit on edge, but your presence definitely helps calm him as the night goes on. And when he lays down with you that night, he finally lets himself relax. 

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny trusts and respects your ability to protect yourself, he really does, but he’s still worried when you go missing. He spends all day trying to track you down, and when he can’t, he turns to Charlie. She’s the one who discovers that you’re in danger, and once she does--the whole house is on alert. Johnny, Mike, and Briggs hit the streets in search of you, and once the find the ones who took you, Mike and Briggs have to pull Johnny off of them. When Johnny gets to you, he softens immediately, holding you and whispering how scared he was, telling you “you’re okay, you’re okay” for a minute straight. It’s hard for him, after that, not to get a knot of anxiety in his chest whenever you go out, but he knows that you know what you’re doing, and worse come to worse--he’ll always be there for you when you need him. 

Rio: No smiles, no smirks, no chuckles. Rio is all business. He’s armed to the teeth, and anyone can see the tension in his body as he moves, his eyes glaring ahead of him. Rio takes no prisoners and pulls no punches. Either someone gives him the information he needs and only gets a little fucked up, or they tell him no, or something he doesn’t like, and get killed. Either way, he finds his way to you quickly, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Rio doesn’t waste time on extravagant speeches or showboating once he finds you. He puts a bullet in the guy’s skull, and then empties the clip in him for extra measures. Then and only then, does he let his body unclench. He keeps a hand on you at all times; a hand on your thigh as he drives you home, his fingers in your hair as he undresses you, his mouth on yours as he holds your naked body to his. Rio treats you like a queen always, but he’s especially soft and gentle with you now. Afterwards, you lay in bed together, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. “Go to sleep, mama,” he says, a small smile on his face, “I ain’t going nowhere...and neither are you.” 

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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 11

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

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11

We went back into the clubhouse shortly after – having spent a while holding each other; and calming ourselves down. Clay saw the scratch on Jax’s face; and looked at me, before turning to my old man. “We good here?”, he grumbled. Jax sneered at him. “What do you think?”, he said. “Let’s just finish this”.

They disappeared into the meeting room; joined by the rest of their brothers. The door was closed behind them; and the drapes blocked my view of the room. I let out a deep breath; and went to gather my thoughts in a corner. Guns. Heroin. Prison. Death… Gemma came over to hand me Abel. “Cat…”, she began. “Not now, Gem’”, I said quietly. She nodded, and walked away. The broken-nosed porn-star came over and handed me a mug of coffee. I drank it in silence.

Church was short. The door opened; and the guys came out of the room; somber expressions on their faces. Jax sent me a knowing look. The vote passed. I didn’t know how to react. I repeated be strong, in my mind – like a mantra – but I couldn’t help but feel like I would begin screaming at any point.

I handed Abel to Lyla; and walked outside. Sitting down by a picnic-table; I put my head between my knees; breathing deeply. My heart was pounding so hard; I didn’t notice Clay sitting down next to me. “Gemma said you did good in there”, he muttered. “You’ll be a great queen someday”. “Not for a while; I’m sure”, I said; trying to keep my voice calm. Clay sighed. “Jax fill you in?”. I nodded. “We need this”, he said. I scoffed. “You care what I think?”, I said. “You already took the vote”. He shrugged. “Jax does”, he said. “You are the tipping point of most of his decisions these days… I want to make sure we’re on the same page”.

His cold voice sent chills down my back; but I couldn’t bend over and take it from this man. “You don’t know me, Clay. Not really. And I don’t know you”. I clenched my jaw in suppressed anger. “But what I’ve seen so far… You – your decisions – they scare the shit out of me. I’m worried about Jax; and I’m worried about our boy”. “You have nothing to worry about”, he said; trying for earnest.

I turned and looked hard into his eyes. “You’re the president of this club… and I’m sure you could snap me like a twig if you wanted to”, I said. “But if you hurt Jackson – or Abel – in any way… I’ll kill you myself”. He nodded. “Fair enough”.

Jax and Tig joined us; and Jax frowned at Clay, before looking at me. “Everything all right here?”, he said. “Your old lady just threatened my life”, Clay smiled. “I’m liking her better and better every minute”. “Time to go”, Tig said. Clay nodded; and he and Tig went to their bikes.

Jax got up close to me; and lifted my chin with his index finger. “Together…”, he whispered. “Together”, I nodded. He kissed my lips softly; and went to join the others.

“Tig!”, I called after the black-haired biker. “When you come back… there’s a chick with a broken nose in there. I promised her your dick for the night”. Tig grinned. “My penis is at your disposal, my lady!”.

They drove out of the lot; and I closed my eyes – letting out a deep sigh.

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The next few hours passed in a haze. I was constantly checking my phone for any word from Jax – fighting the urge to take Abel; and run away.

Gemma hovered over me; having crow-eaters and porn-stars – some of them one and the same – bringing me food and trying to cheer me up. I politely turned them away; not able to eat or drink before I saw Jax again.

Opie joined me at my table; lighting a cigarette for me. “I haven’t told Lyla”, he muttered. “Can I ask you to do the same?”. I chewed my lip. “Why?”, I asked. “She’s not as strong as you”, he said. “I have to… protect her. She has a past with coke”. I nodded. “It’s not my place, Opie. But you need to figure out, if you want to start a marriage on a lie”. Opie frowned. “Yeah… I know”.

We sat in silence for a bit. “You hear from the hospital? Phil?”, I asked. “He’s conscious. The fat took most of the blow”, Opie chuckled. “We owe him a patch…”. “You do”, I agreed. “Ope…?”. “Yeah?”. “Chibs talked about retaliation… What did you do, to get you into this?”.

Opie looked around for people listening. He swallowed. “We’ve been laying it pretty hard on The Nords”, he muttered. “Trying to keep drugs out of Charming… That body that was dumped at Cara Cara; it wasn’t our kill – but whoever left it; wanted to make it seem that way”. I frowned. “Do you have any idea who might have done it?”. Opie shook his head. “Let’s just say, there is more than one reason for Jax to dislike this deal with those alt-right guys”, he said. “And I agree”.

At nightfall, there was a rumbling of bikes outside; and soon after Tig, Clay and Jackson where walking through the doors. Jax came in last; and made a beeline for me – pulling me into his arms. “It’s over, Cat”, he whispered into my ear. “It’s done. We can go home”. I exhaled; not truly in relief – more like exhaustion. “Is it, though?”, I muttered. Jax shook his head slightly. “I hate this shit… hate what we’re doing”, he said. “But we’re safe. For now”. I kissed his lips. “Let’s try to stay that way”.

Clay stepped into the middle of the room. “Everybody! We’ve dealt with the situation. Lockdown is over. You’re all free to go home”. There was a mumble of relief among the people in the room. “If you feel unsafe at any point; if you hear word of something off – you let us know. For now… go home. Especially if you have kids. This place is going to be an adults only party in a few minutes”. He grinned; and croweaters and porn-stars alike, began throwing their arms around the necks of bikers everywhere. I noticed Tig dragging miss broken-nose into a corner; and attacking her with deep kisses and sweet words.

Mothers began gathering up their children; and I waved goodbye at Rina – who was still carrying the skateboard around. “Unicorns forever!”, she called out to me; and I grinned; pumping my fist into the air.

I began gathering up my belongings; and walked to the dorm to grab the diaper bag. Jax followed me. “Gemma says she can take the kid; if you want to stay”. I shook my head. “Don’t really feel like celebrating… I need to go home’”, I said quietly. “To clear my head… You can stay”. He took my hand; and pulled me against his chest. “I go where you go. I need to be with you right now”. He looked sad.

I stroked his cheek. “Talk to me”. He frowned. “I feel like shit, Cat”, he said quietly. “I hate what I just agreed to do”. His hands gathered around my back, as if praying. ”We’re not… this. Samcro does some bad shit; but drugs…”. He grimaced. “It makes me sick”. “You can’t end it?”, I asked. He shook his head. “We’re in too deep at this point”, he said. “I gotta pull us out smart”. “You will”, I said; and kissed the corner of his lips.

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We got our stuff, and headed out to get Abel; and bring him home. The clubhouse had turned from kindergarten to strip club within seconds of the kids leaving. Opie and Lyla had slipped off as well; and Jax gave his mother a kiss goodbye. I smiled at Gemma; and she winked at me. Jax picked up Abel; and we headed outside; leaving behind the music and cheers from the partying crowd.

Outside; Chibs and Bobby were sharing a joint; and muttering silently amongst each other. “We’re going home”, Jax said. “You all right after that, Jackie?”, Chibs said. “It is what it is”, Jax muttered; and hugged his brother – letting the scot stroke Abels cheek. “We’ll talk later”. “This isn’t good, VP”, Bobby said. Jax sighed. “You know how I feel, Bobby”, he said. “Let’s just get through this”.

A dark escalade drove in to the lot – Stahl getting out of the passenger seat to greet us. “Mr. Teller!”, she smiled. “I came in to get my car checked out yesterday. Was told you were shut down”. “Come back tomorrow”, Jackson said tiredly. Stahl grinned. “Well, seeing as I’m already here; I might as well take care of some business”.

The bubble of rage and frustration in my chest burst; and I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Get your skinny ass back in that car; and drive away. Now!”, I demanded. Stahl looked at me with surprise. “Well, that was rude, Catherine!”, she said. “I’m just having a conversation with your old man”. “Bullshit. You’re trying to cause trouble; because you want to push him into doing something, you can bring him in on… What is your obsession with Jackson?”, I said. “Are you jealous? You want him?”. She scoffed; and looked towards Jax. “Please…”. I smirked. “Maybe it’s me you want. Is that it?”. I bit my lip. “Sweetheart, believe me; I swing every which way – but I do prefer my ladies with a little less Botox”. I heard Jax stifle a laugh behind me. “Let’s go, babe”, he said; and began moving towards my car.

Stahl’s smile disappeared. “No, kitty-girl is coming with us”, she said. “We’re bringing her in for questioning regarding the murder of Joshua Kohn”. Jax’s face dropped; and I froze in place. “You’re what?”, he croaked. “You’re arresting her?”. Stahl shook her head. “No, not yet… we’re still unclear on which one of you, to charge”.

I tried to collect myself. “I’m not talking to you without my lawyer”, I snarled. Chibs was on his phone behind me; trying to get a hold of Lowen. “Well, we’ll make sure you’re safe and sound until she arrives. Come along”. A suited agent stepped out of the car; and walked over to me; grabbing my arm. Jax tried to step between us – Abel beginning to whimper in his arms. “Don’t touch her. You can’t do this!”. “Oh, but I can”, Stahl smiled.

“Lowen is in San Fran’”, Chibs said. “Can’t be here until tomorrow afternoon”. Bobby took Jax’s place between me and the agent; letting Jax cuddle a crying Abel. “Step away from her; before someone gets hurt”, Chibs said. “Assaulting a federal agent is illegal as well; Scottie”, Stahl said. “I don’t think doctors give notes for that”.

I collected myself. “I’ll come down to the police station tomorrow. With my lawyer”. Stahl shook her head. “No can do, honey”, she said. “You might make a run for it”. I ripped my arm from the agents grasp; and stepped over to Jax – taking Abel from his arms. “I don’t think you understand the meaning of family, agent Stahl”, I said calmly.

I walked away from her; and went to my car; strapping in my stepson in his car seat. Jax sent me a knowing look; and walked to his bike. “I’ll have someone watching the house tonight”, Stahl called after me. “Make sure you’re safe until our meeting tomorrow… there are criminals around, you know”.

Jax turned to face her again. “I’d ask you to blow me; but I’m like my old lady”, he smiled sarcastically. “The Botox hasn’t done you any favors, sweetheart”. He got on his bike; and followed my car out of the lot.

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“Are they still out there?”, I asked Jax – after having tucked Abel in, in his nursery about an hour later. Jackson was by the kitchen window; looking outside. “Two cars… down the road”. He gestured towards a pair of expensive looking suburbans parked a little way off. I sighed frustratedly. Jax stroked my cheek. “You’re ok, baby”, he said. “They can’t touch you without Lowen present. You’ll sleep in your own bed tonight”.

“My own bed”, I smiled. “Still sounds weird”. “Weird good, or bad?”, Jax asked. I bit my lip. “As long as I’m sharing it with you; it’s very good”.

Jax grinned; and leaned in to mold his lips to mine. His hand traveled down my side; and he tugged at the hem of my tank-top. I opened my lips; letting his tongue find mine for a second; before I pulled back. “They’re watching…”, I whispered; and looked out the corner of my eye towards the cars outside. Jax smirked. “Let’s give them a show”, he whispered; and grabbed my bottom; lifting me up to sit on the kitchen counter; with my back to the window.

Blood rushed to my core; and I gasped. Jax pressed his growing erection towards my warmth; and I realized it had been days since I’d had him inside me. “Jax…”, I rasped; and jumped a little; when his lips traveled to the secret spot on my neck. He ran his teeth over it gently; and I heard him chuckle at my responsiveness to his touch. “I’m here, darlin’”, he breathed. His lips moved down to my left breast; nibbling gently at the fabric of my top; tweaking my nipple through it and my bra. “And I’m here too…”. I gasped hard; when he unbuttoned my jeans; sliding two fingers down the waistline of my panties; tugging at my pubic hair. “And here”, he whispered; and pulled me of the counter. He pulled down my jeans and panties; leaving them hanging around my ankles, so I couldn’t walk.

He set me back up on the countertop; and slid his fingers between my warm, wet folds. I was shaking from excitement and lust; and I grabbed on to Jax’s neck – pulling him in for a heated kiss. My lower body was hidden from the agents outside, by the low hanging curtain in front of the window; exposing my nakedness only to Jax. All they could see, was my back; and how it arched against his touch. Even as I was sitting elevated on the counter; Jackson still managed to tower over me somehow. His stance was tall and proud; and he looked at me like I was a precious work of art. His index finger flicked my clit; sending a jolt through my body; from the delicious sensation. He bit his lip; and sent me a devilish grin. “Showtime”, he breathed; and dove two fingers into me; before sinking to his knees; and burying his face in my warmth.

I cried out. Jackson’s tongue slid all over my folds; lapping me up – before sucking hard at my clit; and crooking his fingers, rubbing my g-spot with just the perfect amount of pressure. I threw my head back; and moaned. Jax let go of my nub. “They still watching?”, he grinned up at me. “Why?”, I croaked. “Are you considering putting on the nipple tassels?”. He growled slightly; and attacked my clit again.

My legs began shaking, as Jackson pushed hard against my front wall; and before long, I saw the sun, moon, and the stars all at once. My walls clenched around Jax’s fingers; and I made a sound somewhere between a mewl and a scream. Jackson was relentless; insistent on drawing out my pleasure; and I pulled his hair hard to get him to let go of my nub.

Jax stood up, and wiped his face. “Living room. Christening. Now!”. He yanked my jeans and panties all the way off; and I got off the counter. Jax pulled me in for a deep kiss; and looked behind me; at the agents in the cars outside. He sent them the middle finger; and walked towards the living room – pulling me with him.

I pulled off my top and bra; and suddenly had a very insistent biker latched on to my nipple. Jax turned me around; and smacked my ass cheek. “Couch. All fours”, he snarled; and removed his t-shirt. His heaving chest let me know he was not messing about. “Yes, sir”, I smiled sweetly; and got into position.

I heard Jax’s belt unbuckle, and a silent thud; when his pants hit the floor. I looked back at him; and bit my lip; as he removed his boxers – exposing his throbbing erection. “Hard or soft?”, he asked. “Any way you want it”, I smiled. He smirked for a second; before hardening his expression. “Eyes front, baby”. I looked forwards; and waited.

It seemed like an eternity, before he made a move. It was so quiet; and for a second I was afraid he’d left the room – when suddenly his blunt tip probed my entrance; and he slammed into me with a groan. His hands grabbed my hips; and he began thrusting hard into me. “I think I got bigger”, he moaned. “No, I just got tighter”, I retorted. He laughed, and smacked my ass again.

“I’m gonna marry you some day”, he chuckled. I looked over my shoulder at him, and smiled. “I might let you”.

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Just after noon the next day; Jax and I were seated at the kitchen table with Lowen. “Good news”, Lowen said. “They found Kohns bag in a motel room”. I frowned. “My motel?”. “He’d been staying two doors down from you”. I shuddered at the thought. “What was in the bag?”, Jax asked. Lowen opened a file-folder. “GPS-locators; addresses and files in relation to your old job, and your new one”. She handed me prints of pictures. “These are images of you from both Chicago and Charming. Apparently, he had a camera set up in the air conditioner”. I riffled through the photos, letting Jackson look at them with me. “Shit”, I muttered.

Lowen nodded. “I decided to forego looking at them. I’ve been told some of them shows you and Jackson… well, you can see for yourself”. Jax took one of the pictures from my hand. “At least he got my good angle”, he said. The picture he was holding, showed me straddling Jackson; head thrown back in the throes of passion; and Jax’s face grimacing in extasy, as he held on to my breasts. I took the piece of paper back from him, and put it down on the table – backside up.

“Everything points towards your story of him stalking him, being true”, Lowen said. “So, self-defense holds up?”, I muttered. Lowen let out a breath. “There was a witness that saw you and Opie outside the cabin; when the shot was fired”, she said. I scoffed. “Great… so what’s the good news?”. “The witness was drunk on moonshine. His testimony won’t hold up well in court”.

I grimaced. “Can’t we avoid a trial all together?”, I asked. “If it’s only hanging on one witness…”. Lowen looked at me earnestly. “I’m quite sure we can keep you out of jail. But Jackson…”, she sighed. “This ATF-business isn’t going to go away. They’re going to keep dragging Cat’s case, to push her to flip on you”. “Not happening”, I said; shaking my head. “They need Jax at the scene, because they don’t have anything else on him. They need Kohn’s death to take him down – and I killed Joshua”. “They don’t have enough on you, yet; Jackson”, Lowen said. “I heard about your lockdown at the club; and you were spotted meeting with members of the alt-right movement… Stahl is gunning for you”. Jax leant back in his chair; and squeezed my thigh. “I’ve always been popular”, he smirked.

Lowen suddenly looked uncomfortable. “There’s something else…”, she said. “Before Stahl springs it on you… It wasn’t just peanuts and shotguns in that escalade with you, Cat. There were also drugs – Rohypnols. And he’d brought some toys”. “Not the fun kind, I gather”, I muttered. “Let’s just say, he had a lot planned for you”, Lowen said.

Jax’s hand slammed into the table. “I should dig that asshole up; and kill him again”, he snarled. “I didn’t hear that”, Lowen said. “Look, I know this is hard to hear; but it all points to you being a victim of kidnapping and attempted rape. You reacted by defending yourself; and killing Kohn in self-defense”.

I chewed my lip. “The witness… is he the one who called it in?”. “No”, Lowen said. “Apparently they were already looking for you”. I furrowed my brow. “Why? No one knew I was gone, but the club”. “My guess; Stahl was in contact with Kohn. He let her know his plans for taking you back to Chicago”. “She knew?”, I croaked. “She knew what he was going to do to me…”. Lowen shook her head. “We can’t prove that”, she said. “For all she knew; Kohn would have simply brought you back east; and let you go”.

I closed my eyes, suddenly dizzy. “She set you up, Jax”, I said quietly. “What do you mean?”, Jackson asked. “She’s the only one, other than you, who knew I was gone”, I said. “She knew you’d kill him; and she needed that to take you in… end club business”.

Lowen began packing up her bag. “You’re going to have to take this sit-down with Stahl”, she said. “Anything else will seem like obstruction of justice”. I nodded solemnly. “Ok”, I whispered. “But I’m sticking to my story”. Lowen shrugged. “That’s up to you, Cat”, she said. “I’ll do what I can to keep you protected legally”. Jax sighed. “Just… keep her out of jail. Whatever it takes”.

“Do you think they’ll keep me? Lock me up?”, I asked. “They can’t”, my lawyer answered. “Not unless they arrest you; or claim it would be a danger to you, to let you go”. She sent Jax a look. “This isn’t going to be Donna all over again”, he snarled. “I’m not letting that happen”. I frowned. “What are you talking about?”, I said. Jax clenched his jaw; and looked at me hesitantly. “Lowen”, he said. “Could you give us a minute?”. “I have a few calls to make, anyway”, Lowen smiled. She got up; and left the kitchen.

I took a deep breath; and looked at Jax. “What happened?”. “This ain’t the first time Stahl has caused trouble for us”, he said. “She set up Opie – made it look like he snitched… that’s how he lost Donna”. I felt cold all over. Jax read my expression; and took my hand. “Cat… that’s not an issue here. After what you did for me – for us – with Kohn… no one doubts your loyalty”. I was not soothed by his words. “You’re telling me, the club had Donna killed?”. Jax looked pained. “It’s not… it’s over. We’ve moved beyond it”. I frowned. “You’ve moved beyond it?”, I sneered. “Opie? That was the mother of his children!”. “I know”, Jax said quietly. “And he’ll get his retaliation on Stahl. Somehow”. I scoffed. “She didn’t pull the trigger…”. “She might as well have”, Jax scowled. He stood up; and pulled me to my feet. “That woman… plunged a knife into the heart of my club. She had my best friends wife killed… and it looks like she’s doing an encore on you”. I shuddered. “Am I… will that happen to me?”. Jax shook his head; and pulled me into his arms; leaning his face into the crook of my neck. “I will never let that happen”, he whispered.

Lowen appeared in the doorway. “Cat? I’m sorry; but we need to go”. My hands were shaking; but I nodded. “Ok”, I whispered. “Let’s do this”.

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An hour later I was seated in an interview-room; Lowen at my side – and Stahl seated in front of me; with a smug smile on her face. “Thank you for coming, Catherine”, the agent said. “I had hoped we could have this meeting sooner; but I had a Botox-appointment”.

“Can you get to the case?”, Lowen said. “Why are we here?”. Stahl shrugged. “Well, I don’t know why you are here”, she said. “Your client is not under arrest… yet. I just want to have a conversation with her”. Lowen smiled. “Then; we’ll just be on our way”, she said. “My client has already given her statement; and you can’t hold her”. “I can, and I will; if I deem it necessary for her safety”, Stahl sneered; before looking towards me. “And I think it might be… Cat; do you know what Jackson Teller does for a living?”. I shrugged. “Mechanic… small business owner”, I said.

Stahl opened a file. “That business you’re talking about… are you aware it involves gun- and drug-trafficking?”. I raised my brows in an exasperated expression. “I’m an old lady. I don’t know anything”. “Hmm…”, Stahl sighed. “That house he has you kept in… you think auto-parts payed for that?”. “I’m not kept”, I snarled. “No?... Who pays the bills right now? It’s not your teachers-salary”. I leant back in my chair. “No, Kohn saw to that”, I said. “Did you help him?”. Lowen put a hand on my shoulder. “Cat… not now”. Stahl grinned. “No; I want to hear this… Are you suggesting I somehow helped agent Kohn in his actions towards you?”.

Lowen smiled. “So you agree… Kohns actions towards my client were severe; and bad enough for her to have to act in self-defense, and kill him”. Stahl sighed. “It is beginning to seem like that”, she said. “But if you think for a second that you’re safer with Teller; you are mistaken”. I scoffed. “Stop beating around the bush”, I said. “Am I being charged with murder?”.

Stahl stuck out her chin. “I can’t prove that you killed him in cold blood… in fact, we can’t find evidence, that you killed him at all”. Her face darkened. “You weren’t even in the room when he died”. I clenched my jaw. Lowen cleared her throat. “Get to the point, Stahl”. The agent looked at me seriously. “You’re bedding a murderer, Catherine”, she said. “Jax came in to that cabin, and killed Kohn; for taking you away from him… you’re a popular girl, kitty”.

I swallowed bile at her use of the nickname. “Let’s say he was… how would he know where to find me?”, I said. “I didn’t leave any clue as to where I was going…”. Stahl narrowed her eyes. “Someone must have told him”, she answered coldly. “Huh…”, I said. “And how did you know where I was? How did you even know that I was gone?”.

The agent didn’t answer – she hadn’t expected me to be able to put the dots together. “Agent?”, I said. “You say I’m in danger… help me understand how I ended up here”. “I can help you”, Stahl said. “Get you out of this clean… I just need your cooperation”. I leant in and looked at her menacingly. “Is that what you told Donna?”, I hissed. Stahl looked taken aback for a second. “Donna… was a good woman”, she said. “What happened to her… it shouldn’t have”. “No… that, we can agree on”, I responded. “Putting someone in a situation, that ends in a person’s death…”. Stahl pulled a face. “We talking about Donna, or Jax?”, she challenged. I tilted my head. “You tell me…”.

Stahl realized she’d over-spoke. “We’re done. This is your last chance. Tell me what really happened; Catherine – you can go home… re-start your life”. I smiled. “Oh, I’m going home. To my man and my step-son”. I stood up, and walked towards the door; Lowen at my heels. “This is our last meeting”, I said. “Anything else you have to say; can go through my lawyer”. “You’re playing with a dangerous man, Catherine!”, Stahl called after me.

I turned to look at her; smirking. “We play many games, agent”, I said. “The agents you had watching the house last night, can probably attest to that”.

We left the police station; and I took a deep breath. Bitch… you’re going down.

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Lowen dropped me off at TM. I went straight into the clubhouse; and up to the bar. “Rat… drink”, I demanded. “What kind?”, the prospect asked. “Top shelf. Strong”.

Jax came out of the meeting room with Clay. He almost sprang over to me. “What happened?”, he asked. “She messed up… that’s what happened”, I growled. “What are you talking about, teach’?”, Clay asked. “She pretty much straight up admitted that she put Jax on the scene with me and Kohn”, I said. “You think she’s the one who contacted Darby? Told him?”, the president said. I shrugged. “I don’t know… but it’s pretty clear she’s used to setting people up”.

Jax ran a hand down his face. “That bitch…”, he snarled. I shook my head. “This is my fault”, I muttered. “I should have stayed. If I hadn’t left with Kohn… you’d have never had to come get me”. He took my hand. “No… Catching me at that meth-lab would have put me in almost as deep”, he grumbled. “It wasn’t exactly deserted when we got there… we left a few bodies in our wake… One of the reasons Happy had to burn it down”.

Clay let out a deep breath. “All right”, he proclaimed. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow. Give my best to Laroy”. Jax nodded; and Clay left the clubhouse.

I chewed my lip for a second; resolving to ask Jax something that had been on my mind, since he got back from his meeting the day before. “Baby, can I ask you something?”. He looked at me earnestly. “Anything…”, he said. “Rat, get lost”. The prospect ran off. “What’s up, darlin’?”. I took a deep breath. “Chibs mentioned the lockdown being due to retaliation…”, I began. “I asked Opie about it. He mentioned the dead body at Cara Cara”. Jax frowned. “Yeah… It was Darby’s cousin… our cousin-brother. I don’t know what that white trash group gets in to when they’re not dealing”. I smiled slightly at his joke. “You think that alt-right group did it?”, I said. “Pushing you to work with them; by creating a reason to attack you?”. He clenched his jaw. “I can’t prove it…”.

“Shit…”, I sighed. “It feels like my head is about to explode”. He pulled me into his arms. “Let me take you home”, he breathed. “Neeta’s dropping off Abel in an hour”. I frowned. “You have to come back here?”. He stroked my cheek. “Yeah… we have a drop in Oaktown tonight. It’ll be a late one”. I couldn’t help but pout. “Ok…”, I muttered. “I can have Rat with you; if you’re uncomfortable alone…”, he said. I shook my head. “Not the company I’d hoped for tonight”, I said – looking at him through my lashes. Jax grinned in surprise. “I thought you’d be tuckered out from your meeting”, he said. I slid a hand under the hem of his shirt; slightly touching the skin of his lower back. He let out a soft breath from my touch. “Just a little… I have a few rounds left in me”, I smiled.

Jax put his lips to mine; sliding his tongue between my lips to meet mine – and pushing his groin towards me. “I’ll be home to take care of you as soon as I can”, he whispered. “I’ll make it a soft one this time…”. “Not too soft”, I smirked. He pushed against me harder, sending a jolt through my loins. “That’s impossible, babe”, he grinned.

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I spent the rest of the day caring for Abel. He was teething; and being especially fussy. I calmed him down with a teething ring I’d been keeping in the freezer; and the baby was finally fell asleep around midnight.

I was exhausted; but at the same time giddy to spend some quality-time with my man. The house was hot as hell; and I reminded myself to talk to Jax about getting an air-conditioner. I took a shower, and put on some perfume and a robe. I tried putting on some makeup; but almost stabbed myself in the eye with my mascara; giving up. A bit of lipstick would have to do.

At 1 am; my eyes were drooping. Jax hadn’t checked in; and I decided to just go to bed – a little disappointed, and very sexually frustrated. I fell asleep almost instantly, on top of the covers; only wearing my robe.

Something slid up my inner thigh; and I jolted. “Shh, baby. It’s me”, Jax whispered. “Just lay still…”. I blinked; and met his eyes in the darkness. “Jax…”, I breathed. He opened the belt of my robe; and ran his hand down my chest and belly. “You want to go back to sleep?”, he whispered; and kissed me just above my bellybutton. I bit my lips; and shook my head. Jax grinned.

“Just lay back and relax”, he breathed. He pulled of his shirt and t-shirt; before leaning down to gently blow at my left, then right nipple. They both responded by perking instantly; from the cold air hitting them. Jax’s warm mouth enveloped the left one; as his fingers worked the right one. I was already breathing shakily.

Jax removed his pants and boxers; and laid down next to me. I felt his hardness against my thigh; as he put his leg over my right one – pulling at it to spread me open for him. I turned my head to face him; sighing in contentment. “You’re tired… maybe we should wait until tomorrow”, he smirked. I pouted. “No… wake me up…”, I begged. Jax grinned; and ran his hand down my torso again; ending up running his fingertips through my pubes. I yawned. “Really?”, Jackson scoffed. He slid his index finger over my clit. I jolted. “That’s better…”.

His lips found the sweet spot on my neck; and I bit my lip. Without entering me with his fingers; he continued working on my nub; making my whole body tingle deliciously. Jax warm breath against my skin made me shiver. He put his arm behind my head; holding me to him. I began panting – letting out little squeaks from delight. “My favorite sound”, Jax snickered. Suddenly it felt like my vagina went poof; and I came from his touch. “There we go”, he grinned; and moved his finger from my clit to his mouth – tasting me. I put my hand behind his neck; and kissed him passionately.

Jackson; crawled over me; placing himself between my legs. He slid into me with a quiet moan. “Talk to me, baby”, he whispered. “This good?”. “Mmhmm”, I breathed. “It’s good…” Jax chuckled. “You’re half way asleep”, he smiled. “Don’t stop”, I said.

Jax thrusted in to me a bit harder. I gasped. I slid my arms around his; feeling the movements of his muscles under his skin. I panted softly; and let out small mewls into the crook of his neck. Jax kissed me again; before speeding up his movements. “Give me one… just one”, he panted. I smiled; and clenched my muscles around him; making him groan. He came inside me; his sounds of release pulling me with him; and I clenched again – involuntarily.

Rolling on to his back; Jax pulled me with him, so I was laying on top of him. “I love you, sleepyhead”, he whispered.

I fell asleep with him inside me.

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[tuliptx]

Outlaw Woman Ch 3

Rated M- like for real people.

Summary- Lexi’s always been the type to do things the hard way.

Masterlist 

Happy x OC x Jax, David Hale x OC

Lexi had been relocated to a corner booth after flatly refusing to sit on the couch. “Last Friday night, my brother- MY BROTHER- was getting a hummer from some red head on that couch. I am not sitting on that couch ever again.” Happy snorted as he steadied her on her left and Tig shot him a glare from her right. “If you’re not sitting anywhere you’re brother’s had sex, we’ll have to burn down the club house and start again.” Lexi’s lip curled in disgust. “I don’t want to continue this conversation.” Tig laughed and sat her down gently in the booth before giving his brother a playful shrug. “You’re just jealous Hoover Lips prefers me.” Happy grunted as he adjusted Lexi’s leg so it was stretched out on the booth next to her with the ice resting on it. His dark eyes moved up her leg and over her body before catching her own, “Nah man, you know I prefer blonds.” He quickly looked away shoving TIg back playfully. They began to grapple with each other as Gemma joined Lexi.

The Prospect walked in then carrying two bags from the diner. Gemma had decided that they better get some food in Lexi before her drunken haze turned into drunken vomiting. “Oh god Sac, I forgive you!” Half Sac laughed as Lexi gave him a peck on the cheek and pulled her burger out of the greasy paper bag. Gemma gave him an assessing look, “I don’t.” Sac looked down blushing slightly and scuffled off to finish inventory behind the bar. Lexi gave Gemma a pointed look to which Gemma shrugged, “what? I told him not to give you any liquor until after one.” Lexi sighed mumbling under her breath, “this was special circumstances,” before taking a huge bite out of her burger.

The door flew open and Tig and Happy both immediately stood up putting themselves in front of the two women. Gemma’s focus wasn’t on her son storming in, but on Happy. The more she thought about it the more she came to realize that Happy had always been extremely attentive of Lexi and her safety. They got along well. It had never struck her as odd; Lexi got along well with all of the boys, but Happy wasn’t like the other guys. The more she thought about it the more she realized how comfortable they were with each other- which was downright strange considering how little time Happy actually spent in Charming. Then again Happy was close with Tig- maybe it had something to do with that. Gemma was developing quite the headache.

Jax came storming in completely ignoring the posturing of the two men. “What the fuck were you thinking Lexi?” Lexi rolled her eyes groaning and leaning back. Tig moved to sit back down but Happy looked wearily between the two and decided to stay exactly where he was though he moved to cross his arms over his chest and lean casually against the pool table. “I wasn’t thinking Jax. She hit me. I told her to stop. She didn’t stop. So I stopped her.” Jax stopped to take in Lexi. He could hear in her accent that she’d been drinking. He noticed her leg- wrapped in bandages and elevated with an icepack over her ankle. Jax groaned and flopped down next to his mother, his hands rubbing up and down his face in frustration. “She wants to press charges Lexi.” Lexi rolled her eyes, “she won’t do shit.” Jax sighed heavily, “you broke her nose.” Lexi sat up proudly, “I know.” Jax groaned again.

Gemma rubbed her son’s back affectionately and he ate a few of his mom’s fries. “Did you explain to Tara why that was a bad idea?” Jax nodded wearily as Happy finally relaxed. “Do I need to talk to her?” asked Gemma. Jax glared at his mom, “yeah, because you two get along so well.” Gemma shrugged innocently. Lexi sighed happily as she ate her burger. When was Jax going to realize that if no one liked the bitch there was probably a reason why? Tara did not want this life, that’s why she left. Now, regardless of what she might or might not want, Tara did not belong.

Gemma stared blankly at her nails as she tapped them against the table top. “Maybe you should call Hale.” “Fuck no!” shouted Tig coming to stand behind his sister. Lexi choked slightly on her fry reaching for her Coke. “Why the hell would I do that?” she rasped as she struggled to get her coughing under control. “Because that boy loves you and would do anything for you, including getting Tara to shut her trap.” “You dating a cop now?” All eyes turned to where Happy was watching intently sipping on his beer. He’d sat and was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees his biceps flexing. Lexi gave him a questioning look. Why the hell was he suddenly so interested in her love life? His expression was completely unreadable as they stared at each other for a long moment.

Tig rolled his eyes, “like I’d let that happen.” Lexi shot a glare at her brother, “like you have any say over who I fucking date.” Tig grinned at her, “if you dated anyone- I’d have a say over it.” Lexi’s spine stiffened and she continued to glare at him. This was why she didn’t date in Charming. This was why she rarely had more than a weekend fling. How could she possibly introduce someone to this life? To these boys? To her boys? Tig’s smile faltered slightly as Lexi’s cold gaze was unrelenting, her baby blues lightening to a frigid gray, almost white. “Don’t do that.” He groaned putting his large hand over her face trying to block it out. “I hate when your eyes go all ‘ice queen’ on me.” She pushed his hand away before returning to her burger. “I’m not calling David.”

Jax smiled at her tossing a fry at her and turning to Happy with a crooked grin. “The guy had the hots for her for years. We are NOT friends, we’ve never gotten along, but every freaking summer the guy would just show up.” Happy said nothing, taking a final pull from his beer. “He got that job as a paper boy, just so he’d have a chance to ride his bike by the house and see Lex.” Lexi covered her reddening face with her hands slumping further into the booth. Gemma patted her shoulder lovingly. “It’s true. Hale almost lost his mind when you moved here.” Jax snorted, “oh God I forgot about that!” He turned to Happy, now flapping his hands around and laughing as he spoke. “She was fucking 16 when she moved in. Summer that we graduated. She’s laying out in the bed of her truck in this yellow fucking bikini.” Now Lexi’s ears were turning red. “Fucking gorgeous,” muttered Jax under his breath squinting eyes like if he just looked hard enough he could conjure the image. She peeked through her fingers and her eyes met Happy’s heated gaze. She reached up yanking her brother’s beer out of his hands. Tig was laughing too hard to put up a fight. She brought it to her lips but before she could take a drink Gemma yanked it away. “You’re good for now.” Lexi growled as Jax continued, “He goes driving by real slow in his brother’s car, staring at her like she’s a god damn glass of water and he’s been wandering the desert for weeks. Then, BOOM!” Jax smacked his hands together. “Mother Fucker hits the tow truck as it’s turning onto the lot.” Lexi threw an open ketchup packet at Jax hitting him in his pretty white tee shirt.

 ‘With a Rebel Yell she cried More, More, More!’

 Lexi groaned and leaned- started searching around for her phone, finally realizing it was in her back pocket she had to lift herself slightly off the seat arching her back and twisting so she could finally get it out. Two sets of eyes watched her movements intensely both completely oblivious to the calculating glances of the Queen Bee. This looked like a disaster waiting to happen to Gemma Teller.

Lexi checked the screen before swiping her finger across it with a very concerned look on her face. “Hello?” “Your Texas is showing,” teased Tig in her ear and like the petulant child he was Lexi shoved him back over her shoulder.

David Hale paced his office, Uncer’s prepaid against his ear. “Uh, hey Lexi.” “What’s up David?” She sounded suspicious, she probably had some idea what this was about he realized. “Um, Tara is pressing charges Lexi.” She cleared her throat, “is there something you can do about it?” David shook his head rubbing his hand over his eyes, “No, I mean maybe if I had taken the report, but Lex she flagged down some newbie at the hospital.” He sat on his desk with a grunt, “Lex they’ve already filed the report and Unser is coming to pick you up. Lex ATF is with him. You have to get out of there. They could keep you here for days buried under a mountain of red tape.” “FUCK! Thanks David!” She hung up abruptly.

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[groovyzombiellama]

Meant To Be

Title: Meant To Be Requested? No. Plot: An imagine with Jax Teller based on the song Meant To Be by Bebe Rexha ft Florida Georgia Line. Word count: 2318 

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Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my dash No need to go​ nowhere fast, let's enjoy right here where we at.

To say that Jax and you were utterly in love with each other would be a huge understatement. And that was one of the reasons why you decided to take it slow and just enjoy your relationship, without letting stuff like the club interfere too much. One thing you absolutely loved was to just get in the car from time to time and just drive off somewhere when it was getting too suffocating to be in Charming. As soon as you would start feeling as if you might break, Jax would already be calling Gemma to come look after the kids, and as soon as she pulled into the driveway, his car would start, and you would feel yourself practically hoisted over Jax's shoulder, and soon enough find yourself in the passenger side of the car, glaring at your smirking boyfriend placing himself next to you and starting the drive. He always knew just what you needed to relax, and he would always tell you to try and take it slow. "Just enjoy the ride, darlin'." He says and you feel your muscles relax and the sights of the nature through the window would calm you down. After a few moments, you lean your head on Jax's shoulder, wrapping your arms around his own as his hand would rest on your thigh.

Who knows where this road is supposed to lead We got nothing but time As long as you're right here next to me, everything's gonna be alright

A light, but still sweet kiss Jax placed on the top of your head made you close your eyes and smile. It didn't really matter if there was somewhere he wanted to take you, if he had prepared a picnic or there was some other part he recently discovered while on a run and wanted to share it with you. What mattered was that you were together and it was only the two of you and the open road ahead. You could just let yourself loose in those moments, and think that there was nothing to worry about, and that all you have is time. It didn't matter if you two were in the car or on one of your bikes. From the moment you met Jax, when your dad Bobby called you to come visit him in Charming, you knew there was something about him. Something that was gonna make you fall in love. Bobby was of course a little bit apprehensive about you having a relationship with Jax, as all fathers are, but he soon warmed up to the idea, as Jax was one of a very little group of people that he trusted enough to be around you. Jax had to sign a verbal contract that he was gonna keep you save and never even think of something that could potentially hurt you. And along with starting a relationship with Jax, you stayed in Charming to help them out in case they needed some help with computers and hacking, since you were a mayor in IT. Jax has since then been a calm to your storm and vice versa.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be

You never asked Jax to promise you forever. To promise that he's always gonna be the same person. Because you knew that he could never accomplish that. He has seen a lot of things with the life he's leading, and has done so many things too. And you don't go through such things and stay the same. Not even you were the same person from just a few months ago when you got to anxious waiting for someone to call you and tell you something about Bobby, and decided to hack the video Chibs told you they would be receiving from the captors, so you could watch it yourself. Seeing what those heartless monsters did to your father scared you for life, and everyone knew you were no longer that always happy-go-lucky girl you used to be. There was some of her left, but after losing such a huge part of your life, and your rock, the person you could always count on took away a big chunk of her. So to think that forever was a reality, living the kind of life you were living, was not a possibility. You still prayed for Jax to come home safely to you every night and to live a long and happy life together, but you learned to live with the fear, it was another part of your life.

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be

So the only thing that you looked forward to, other than every second with the kids, we're those 'out of the blue' rides with Jax. If the two of you were taking a bike each, you would occasionally tease Jax and ask if he wants to take different paths, to find out what was at the end of those paths and if you would maybe even meet up at the end. If it was a peaceful moment in the club, without a potential danger to you, Jax would agree, but would wait a few moments after you went your way, and when he would hear the sound of bike go quieter he would go after you. "I know every path here, baby. I've been on so many runs by now." You would glare at him after his statement, but you would wrap your arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips, grateful that he humored you and let you experience new surroundings.

I don't mean to be so uptight, but my heart's been hurt a couple times By a couple guys that didn't treat me right I ain't gon' lie, ain't gonna lie

Before meeting Jax, you had been in some bad relationships, and you were really close to giving up on love entirely before you met him. From being cheated on to being verbally and physically abused, you've been through so much, and sometimes you would wonder how much more strength you have to give love another chance. When you wake up each morning, you would look at the dark circles under your eyes, that no make-up could fully hide, your messy hair that no comb could untangle. You wound look at your eyes, bloodshot and puffy from the nights you spent crying, the tear stains on your cheeks. It all made you want to punch this person staring at you from the mirror and just be done with all of it.

'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of Boy, make me believe

You had no intention of starting a relationship with Jax when you first came to Charming. But just your luck, from the first moment he saw you, Jax decided you were his and that he was going to do what it takes to have you in his life. He had work his ass off to get you, but when he did, he made sure to treat you like a queen. The only thing you truly wanted from him was to respect you, and understand that it would take time for you to start trusting him and forgetting about all of your previous heartaches. And you had the dreadful 'ex's talk' with Jax, because you didn't want to enter another relationship without knowing if he was going to end up going back to his ex,especially since Jax has two kids with two different women. At the beginning of your relationship, you were in constant fear that one of them would show up at the door and Jax would send you packing. However, he did everything he could to make you believe that he was always gonna choose you, no matter what.

But hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful? And it's easy to see

Jax didn't mind those dark circles under your eyes, in fact he made sure that you always get enough sleep and get as far away from overly stressful situations, and they actually got smaller. He didn't mind your hair being messy in the morning, and he spent quite some time enjoying it's smell, and overall just loved to tangle his fingers into it when he would kiss you. Neither did he mind your eyes being bloodshot or the stains on your cheeks as he was determined that you didn't have access reason to cry, or he would do his best to kiss the tears away and bring out your smile he loves so much, and your laugh that is music to his ears.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be

You remember reading in a magazine once that no matter what happens, or how long it takes, those who are meant to be together will find each other. And after a long time, and so many failed relationshiprelationships, you finally realized why it never worked out with anyone else. Why you could never make it work no matter how hard you tried. Because it was meant to work with Jax. We can never be too sure that everything is going to be perfect all the time, but this relationship was far better than all of your past relationships combined. It felt so right, and you soon felt all of your insecurities melt away, and you were finally able to just 'let it be'.

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be

Whenever you hear that one of Jax's ex girlfriends/wives was back in town, you can always feel your old insecurities rush back to haunt you, not caring about the fact that you trust Jax and you are happy enough to know that you are the only woman he sees and the only one he wants. They would just creep up behind you, not because you start doubting Jax, but because you don't trust them, and just the thought of one of them making a move on him made you feel disgusted. And having a man as handsome as Jax, you had to worry about more than his ex's. Every single woman in town knew the prince of Charming, and so many of them would love to be on his arm or on the back of his Harley, with their arms tightly wrapped around his waist. The patch on his kutte made him even more appealing. But what you cared about was the man he is when he comes home and takes his kutte off.

So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me See where this thing goes So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me Baby, if it's meant to be

Don't get me wrong, you love every single part of Jax and all of the things that make him who he is, but it's nice to see him shrug off his kutte and take off his shoes, a wide smile on his face as he would approach you, waiting for him at the entrance to the kitchen, or your bedroom. And it annoyed you to your core that so many women look at him as nothing more than just a patch of the reaper and the words above and under it. There is way more to that, and you consider yourself lucky to be the one to get to see all of that. What helps you get rid of those horrid thoughts, about all those plans being made to steal Jax away from you, is the fact that you are the one who gets to wake up next to him in the morning and fall asleep next to him at night. You are the one who gets to kiss those gorgeous lips and get lost in those tantalizing pools he calls eyes. You are the one who's body he worships, making you really realize that you have nothing to be worried about.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be

You are Jax Teller's Old Lady, the woman he adores, and the woman who is the mother of his children. Their biological mothers playing very minimal roles in their lives, it was up to you to step zip and become a steady mother figure who was always going to be there for them and fprotect them with her own life if necessary. And you are the one to finally give Jax something he didn't have until then. Something that added to his motivation to work more and become a better person. A daughter. You gave him a little princess who has the best family in the world. From her parents and her brothers, to her grandmothers and all of her aunts, uncles and cousins within the TM and on your side of the family. She was such a happy baby and the apple of her father's eye, and watching her grow alongside her brothers and cousins, along with watching them grow, filled your heart with so much joy, you could swear you were floating on clouds. You couldn't ask for more, all you want and need is either in a pair of baby blue eyes or around the blonde biker who owns them.

---***--- I had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys like it too. I didn't use the full lyrics because by the end it's mostly repetitive, but I love how it turned out and I felt like this song would perfectly describe the relationship. I had an idea to write another one of these with the song 'Back to you' by Selena Gomez, but I want you guys to let me know if I should. I'm currently working on the requests that I have and a couple of my pending ideas, so be on the sofa lookout, more stuff coming sooner than you think. ❤❤

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[thisishawkins]

The Parting Glass

This is the follow-up to The Beautiful Ones. I didn’t expect to write this, it just kind of happened. Please, enjoy!

- K

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Of course, you did not expect to die in Teller-Morrow parking lot. But, you had a feeling, and stinging realization, really, that you'd die young.

After all, Teller deaths are early-onset and bloody.

*

Gemma was catatonic.

She was the last to arrive to the lot, tires screeching and leaving hot, black marks on the cement.

The sound rang in her ears when she spotted Jax clutching someone, his upper-half huddled over whoever it was. But, the white Cortez adorned feet gave it away.

Opie had tried to tell her it was you, but she had hung up the phone as soon as, “You need to come to the lot.”, left his mouth.

Her stomach dropped and her mind raced simultaneously, pushing her to book it out of her Cadillac, leaving the door wide open, and the headlights cast over the dark lot.

The ambulance was parked nearby, having already pronounced your status, but Jax wouldn’t let you go, at least until Gemma arrived.

She pushed through the guys, wishing that her eyes were deceiving her, that this was just another nightmare.

One of her children was holding the other, one moving and one not.

She couldn't recollect what happened after.

Out of all the things Jax had witnessed and done, this scared him the most: his mother in this barely responsive stupor.

She'd been in it since the ambulance took your body.

Her throat was still sore from her anguished yells and wails.

She sat at the head of her kitchen table, smoking the last of her morning blunt, the arm holding it balanced on the other as she stared off into space.

Jax just stood to her right, placing his keys on the countertop as he stared at his mother, tears building at the rims of his eyes.

“Ma.”, his voice broke.

He'd slept four or five hours, max, in the near two days since you'd passed.

Gemma didn't even react, her gaze still focused elsewhere.

Jax took a couple steps closer, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

“Mom.”, he repeated just a touch louder.

She looked at him then, his face seeming like a beacon in the darkest of night.

She quickly stubbed the blunt out, still looking at her son, her only child left. A sad smile replaced her unreadable expression, and a tear crept down her cheek.

“Jackson.”, she replied gently.

She stood up from her chair, bringing him to her in a tight embrace, closing her eyes as she felt more tears coming.

Jax held her just as tight, a lone tear making its way down to his mouth.

He heaved suddenly, grief bunched up in his chest and sorrow in the back of his throat.

“We have to bury her.”, he told her.

Gemma slowly pulled away and looked at her son, seeing the pain in his eyes made her fragile heart crumble even more.

She nodded, “I know, baby, I know.”

*

Though Teller-Morrow was closed, Gemma was in the office anyway, grabbing a couple of photos of her three children that she had in the desk, pulling them out every once in awhile.

As she ducked down to look into the drawer, there was a distinct knock on the doorway between the office and the shop.

“Sorry to bother you, Gemma, but I have to give you this.”

Her head popped up then, her left hand pushing her bangs away from her vision.

Chucky held an envelope in his non-wooden hand, his eyes glassy as they spotted the broken-down state of Gemma, something that looked so foreign on the Queen of the Bikers.

Brows pulled together, she stood up from the office chair, stepping toward Chucky.

He gave her a small smile as he handed her the envelope.

Before she could say anything, he was gone, walking back through the garage.

She flipped it over in her hands to reveal one word on the front.

Mom

She immediately recognized the handwriting.

She snatched her glasses from the desk and placed them on the bridge of her nose, her eyes scanning the word over and over.

Slowly stepping toward and sitting down on the worn, plaid office couch, she passed her thumb over the inked words, as if memorizing their feeling.

Gemma opened it carefully, not wanting to ruin it, remembering that you always folded the tab in, never licked the stale glue to seal it because of the taste. A smile nearly made its way to her lips at the memory.

She slipped the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it.

Mom, it said in black, thin script.

If you're reading this, I've gone to wherever Thomas and Dad are.

Please do not get lost in your grief over me. That is easier said than done, but it will only ruin you and break the club more. And nobody wants that, especially me.

Although I've had my misgivings about this life, I know that I made the right choice by staying. There was no me without my family or the club.

I have to admit, this life has been good, despite our definite misfortunes. You, Dad and Clay built an empire, and raised us the best you could. The club is our family, even if it is messy, brutal, and completely insane. But, I'm glad it was my life, even if at times I told you that I wanted out.

However I left this world, I want you to focus on our love and what we had rather than what you've lost. Family is the only thing we have, you taught me that. So, cherish life as it is now. Love Jax, Tara, the boys, Opie, and the club more because I'm not there to do it.

Remember that time when you took Jax and I to Big Sur, when Dad was in Ireland? That was one of the best days of my life. Even though we were all still grieving over Thomas, I felt happy. Like I could still feel that even though we had already been through so much.

It made me realize that as long as I had my family, that my big brother and my mother were safe, everything would be okay.

So, in the end, you will be okay, too.

Thank you for always being the most strong and supportive mother that a daughter could ever ask for.

I will love you forever, and I will see you again.

Y/N

Gemma didn't want it to end, because she could hear it as if you were in the room with her.

So, she read it twice more, tears covering her all the while.

Before she could read it another time, she heard the rumbling of a bike.

Pushing herself up from the low perch of the couch, she walked up to the blinds, two polished fingers spreading two apart.

It was Clay, not Jax.

She watched as he gingerly got off of his bike.

He began to make his way towards the office, but he stopped, looking back.

She knew what had caught his attention.

The cement was still stained with your blood.

_________

Opie was at a loss, really.

Like with Donna’s death, he needed retribution. Revenge was the name that would haunt him, nothing else, and his dreams would be a plague on his mind until he retrieved it.

But, this was a different hurt, much deeper. It only made him feel worse, feel guilty. But, why?

Lyla had taken the kids to the park, giving Opie the time and space to cope.

But, he would never fully cope. Not him, not Jax, not Gemma, not anyone.

He was standing in the kitchen, nursing his third cup of coffee, and the house was silent, cold even.

There was a knock at the front door, and Opie immediately set his mug down before stocking over to the front door.

He jerked it open, revealing a small, twitchy man.

Chucky.

Brows pulled together, Opie grumbled, “What’re you doing here, Chucky?”

He opened his mouth then closed it, not really knowing how to begin.

Instead, Chucky settled with holding up an envelope.

Opie beckoned him with his hand, and Chucky handed it to him.

He looked down at its face, and it read in a familiar script.

Harry

Before he could ask Chucky, he was already pulling out of his driveway.

Opie barely remembered to close the door.

Leaning against the counter, next to his mug, he opened the envelope, unfolding the neatly folded contents.

Opie,

The front got your attention, didn’t it?

He smiled for once, thinking about the amused expression that had to have been on your face when writing that.

You know, thinking about when we started calling you ‘Opie’ makes my head spin. Feels like another world away, and it is.

Anyway, if you have this letter, it means I’m gone.

However I died, I hope it doesn’t leave wounds too deep. The club doesn’t need more baggage, more weakness.

I hope it’s not too much to ask a few things of you, considering the circumstances.

Look after Jax. I know that he can take of himself, but he’s much better when he has his brother on his side. That is asking a lot, with all the shit that has gone on, but whether you think so or not, he is on your side. Always has, always will be.

He is going to get reckless, we both know that. He’ll get lost in the pain and revenge. And whoever killed me, that’s exactly what they want. So, don’t let him, the club, feed into that. Don’t allow that hole in our family, our club, expose us to our enemies. You can avenge me, but try and do it quick, and get over it. The club has worse things to worry about.

So, please don’t go chasing my ghost.

You don’t deserve more pain, you carry around enough, so I’m sorry for putting this on you. I wish I could have helped you more than I could have. Truth is, Ope, I’ve been in love with you since I was nine years old. You’ve been my savior, my best friend. Don’t be mad that I never said anything. You’ve had Donna, and Lyla, and you need them. They make you happy. I couldn’t ruin that, even if you did feel the same.

Cherish Lyla and your kids. She’s good for you, and your kids need you.

And, once my death is settled, make Jax realize his place. He told you once - you can’t be half in, half out. So, he can’t either. Get rid of Clay, whether it be Mayhem or cutting him off. The club needs it.

Wish I had the chance to tell you this in person.

I love you.

Y/N

He placed the letter onto the counter, and his hands went into his hair before they covered his face.

Opie loved you, he knew that now.

He shook his head, hands still covering his now stinging eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”, he mumbled, voice breaking, “I love you, too.”

_________

Tara lowered Thomas into his crib, having just fallen asleep after over an hour of crying for Jax.

She was defeated, to say the least.

Not just with the boys, because they could sense that something was off.

Abel had even asked where his Aunt was, and if he could go visit her later.

Luckily, Jax was there to explain things as lightly as possible.

Though she'd witnessed and fixed many people in her career, she'd never been so scarred from failing to help you. And seeing Jax, Gemma, and the club in such a mess made her feel worse.

If she couldn't help you, or her family, what was she to do? Afterall, if it wasn't for her not having a weapon, you probably wouldn't be laying in the morgue at St. Thomas.

Although Jax didn't blame her, she had a feeling that Gemma might, which was a storm that she wasn't ready to endure.

“Alright, Abel, ready for a bedtime story?”, she asked him with a tired, gentle smile as she walked into his bedroom.

He sat up in his bed, with three books that he was silently picking through with a round of 'eenie-meenie-minie-mo’.

He finished before he nodded, hugging the chosen one to his tiny chest.

She sat on the edge of his bed, and Abel gave her the book.

“These are some nice choices, Abel. We've never read these before.”, Tara commented, eyes scanning over them.

“They are ones that Aunt Y/N gave to me.”, Abel's small voice replied, his mind remembering when she took him to buy them.

Tara gazed at him for a second, feeling tears prickle at the edges of her eyes, blinking them away.

“You're such a smart boy.”, she told him, heart clenching.

He beamed.

Tara began reading the book he picked, but near the end, he asked her, “When will I get to see Aunt Y/N, again?”

She stopped mid-sentence. It took Tara all that was left in her not to tear-up. Instead, she let out a small sigh, and shifted her eyes from the vibrant pages to Abel's blue, Teller eyes.

“Someday. She's gone away for a little while. Remember what Daddy said?”, she tenderly replied.

“She's with Grandpa.”, he responded.

“That’s right. And even though she's not here, she's still with you right here, okay?”, she said, pointing to his heart.

“Okay.”, Abel answered, a small frown slowly forming.

Tara finished the book, tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and walked toward the light-switch.

“Mommy?”, Abel asked, and Tara turned around.

“Can I write a letter to Aunt Y/N?”

Tara's heart sank, barely being able to smile, and nodded.

“You can tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”, he smiled.

“Good night.”, she told him.

“‘Night, Mommy.”

*

It was around 8:30, and it was nearly dark outside when Tara's phone rang. The caller ID said it was the office phone at the garage.

“Hello?”, she said, expecting Gemma or one of the guys to reply.

“Tara, it's Chucky.”

“Oh.”, she replied, surprised, “Is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I mean, Jax and the guys are fine.”, he explained, “I just have something for you. From Y/N.”

Confused, she sputtered, “O-okay.”

“Is it alright if I bring it to you? I don't mean to intrude or-”

“Oh, no, no, it's fine.”, Tara told him. She was still confused, and a little worried.

“Okay, I'll be right over.”, he answered, not really knowing how to end the call.

Sensing this, she told him, “See you soon.”

*

Twelve minutes later, Chucky was at the front door.

Tara looked through the peep-hole before she answered, feeling the cold metal of the hand-pistol in her backside that Jax gave her.

She opened the door, and Chucky supplied his small, slightly uncomfortable smile that was normal for him.

He took something from his back pocket, and it revealed to be a single envelope that had Tara's name on its front.

Taking it in hand, she stated, “Thank you.”, meeting his anxious eyes.

He offered a quirk of a smile and a nod before making his way back to his car.

She shut the door, and turned all of the locks, brows pulled together and her mouth set into a small frown.

Stopping a second to make sure that Thomas wasn't crying, she continued on toward the kitchen table, taking a seat.

Tara glanced at the front once more before opening the creme envelope.

Tara,

If this has made its way to you, I am no longer with you.

I know we've had our differences, but I want you to know that I love you, and am glad that you are with Jax, the mother of my nephews, and my sister.

I cannot emphasize enough how important you are to our family and the club.

With that in mind, please decide on the life you want with us. I can except and completely understand your desire to leave and have Jax leave with you, but make that decision final. Do not keep switching sides. Either stay and replace Gemma, or leave and rebuild. If you don't make it clean-cut, it's going to be bloody.

And I do not want you to get hurt, especially because of the boys. They need you, and so does Jax and the club. And Gemma, whether she would ever admit that or not.

Tara mouth quirked up into a smile at that, allowing herself to cry.

I'm happy that we've grown closer, finally another woman other than my Mother to share the struggle of being amongst the sea of (stinky) men. God, have you smelt some of them lately?

Tara chuckled through her tears, feeling as if she was sitting across the table from you rather than reading your last words to her.

Anyway, you get my point. When the time comes, let the boys choose what they want. Imagine, Thomas a doctor and Abel an auto-mechanic/biker, or maybe even reversed.

I know that both you and Jax don't want this life for them. Truth be told, I don't either. But, I don't think we really have a choice in the matter.

Just take care of them, and my brother. Remember, all of us love them.

Good luck.

Love,

Y/N

By the end, Tara was pacing around the kitchen.

“Dammit, Y/N.”, she thought, carefully sliding the letter back into the envelope.

She wondered if anyone else had received letters, and when she would expect Jax home, in her arms and clean of the blood he was bound to be spilling.

___________

Needing something to do other than think about you and club business, Chibs was fixing up a bike that a retiree had brought in a few days ago.

He had just taken a break, failing to scrub away the oil and grease that had worked it way into the divots of his handprints, when Chucky walked into the garage.

“Aye, Chucky.”, Chibs greeted.

“Chibs.”, he nodded, “I-uh, need to give you this.”

He handed the letter to Chibs, and without a word, like with Gemma, he was gone.

Chibs's brown eyes studied the front of the envelope, which in thin, black script read Filip.

He opened it with care, hoping to not taint it too much with his soiled prints.

Chibby,

If this letter is in your Marlboro-loving hands,

He grinned at the comment, though sadness still evident in his eyes.

I am no longer here to steal more cigarettes from them.

The grin immediately disappeared.

I am so thankful for you, my Scotsman, one of the best men I've ever known.

Although Jax and Gemma are bound to get lost in their grief, despite me writing letters to them as well, you need not get lost in it, too. Focus on fixing the club rather than revenge. It'll blind everyone from what SAMCRO needs instead of giving it what it deserves.

I know you will do the right thing, not matter what it takes.

Whatever happens, make sure you and your family are safe, and that my family and the club are settled. You and Bobby are the only ones that I trust to do what is best for all of us.

Please, take care of them. Help Jax. We both love you so much.

I'll see you later, ready to share another smoke and a smile.

Love,

Y/N

A couple of tears met his salt and pepper goatee and jawline.

Filip Telford would always miss you.

___________

It was near one in the morning when Jax finally parked his bike into the lot.

It took a big part of him to not look at the stained cement, another permanent reminder that his little sister was dead.

He'd found some leads about who was responsible for your murder and why, the specks of blood on his Air-Force Ones were evidence of that.

Your wake was tomorrow, and it seemed like he was barely close to finding any answers. It drove him mad.

Your death was also a nail in the coffin to his fate. He was going to die bloody, too. After all, that's what Tellers do.

For once, he was the only one in the lot.

He strode into the clubhouse, going towards Church.

Turning the knob and opening the door, his eyes were already set on the gavel.

It and the reaper were bathing in moonlight, beckoning him over.

He didn't sit down at his throne. Instead, he looked from the moon to the gavel, tracing the gavel with his fingers, noting the way his rings caught the light, contemplating how life got to this.

Jax's blue eyes flickered to his seat. Something white sat on the black leather.

A letter.

His heart stopped at the all-too-familiar script written on the front.

Jax took it in hand, before going straight from the table to the bar, grabbing a beer.

Before he knew it, his hands and feet were climbing up the ladder to his favorite spot, the chirping of crickets accompanying his steps.

It wasn't until he had taken a sip of his beer that he opened the envelope and retrieved the letter.

Jax,

I'm gone, and I'm not coming back.

I know it's in our blood, but please do not get lost in the hatred, the revenge, the self-loathing. That's asking a lot, but I don't need you to die with me. Everyone needs you.

Dad didn't want this for us, and I know that he was right in wanting that. But honestly, who would we be without the club?

A smile full of sorrow crept onto his face, his eyes already glassy.

Once you've sought revenge, leave it at that. Get Clay out of the picture. I don't care if we still need him. We are all better cutting that tie.

Then, lead this path away from a bloody end. One of us has to make it out.

Get the club out of all of this mess. Whatever you have to do, do it, because someone else is going to die along with me if it continues.

I've been thinking about everything for awhile. What Dad did, his manuscript, what Mom and Clay have done, and what's in our hands. You and I have wanted out at some point, but we've always came back. Why? What is so alluring? The violence? The power? Is it fate?

Are we the good or the bad ones?

I wish I had these answers. If one of us did, life would be different, and much less gruesome.

I'm sorry that you and Tara didn't get the life you wanted together. You both deserve happiness. The boys deserve a future without all of this. But if fate is real, it has other plans.

If we had a choice in the matter, I'd be alive, right?

Do not make our parents mistakes. Set things right. I'm sorry that I'm not there to help you do that.

And, do not put my death on yourself, like I know you will. The weight you carry is unimaginable. I wish I would be there still to help lessen the burden.

Take care of our family, and our club.

I love you, big brother. I hope I won't see you soon.

Good luck,

Y/N

Jax wiped away the wetness that coated his face as he stuffed the letter into his kutte.

What would he do without you?

At that, his gaze landed on the bleak night sky, only a few stars blinking back him.

He stared at the biggest, closest one.

“Hi, little sis.”, he greeted aloud, a trembling smile making its way onto his exhausted face.

“I will.”, Jax told you, nodding, “I will.”

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[papi-priest]

Killer Avenue;

||My first time writing for the SOA fandom. My first time putting up my fanfiction on Tumblr in general. So here you go, enjoy. *Note that I am kinda doing my own thing when it comes to the storyline and what not. Thanks, and once again enjoy|| •you can also find all my stories on quotev.com my username is Coltofcarrie• PROLOGUE; Jax didn't know why Unser had called him down to the sheriff's station. When Unser hand anything about anything he would go to his mother, Gemma, or possibly even Clay. Seeing as he was technically on Samcro's pay roll. Yet Unser had called him, told him specifically to come by, not let his family know.  And that in itself had the blonde a little worried. So after dropping Able off at TM with his mom, he let her know he had to go grab something and he'd be right back. She had no questions for him, at least she didn't speak of them. Gemma did give him a look though,  one he knew to well, like she was suspicious. As soon as he stepped into the building his baby blues found Unser chatting with a few of his deputies.  Almost like he felt his stare, the older man looked up. He subtly sent his men away, and headed towards Jax. "There's something for you in cell C. I'll tell you this, I was just as surprised as you will be.." Jax was even more confused by Unser's cryptic sentence. He raised an eyebrow, the sheriff just shook his head and pointed him in the right direction. Sighing, Jax shoved his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans and decided to just go with it. He made his way towards the back of the building where the cells were. His vision became more clearer when he walked towards cell C. It wasn't empty. Not at all. His eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Like he was in the desert and was witnessing his first mirage.   "Holy shit!!!" Hearing his voice, Adrianna's head snapped up from being between her knees. He brown eyes landed on the prodigal son. Her older brother Jax. She slowly stood up from the ground and walked closer to the bars, her slim fingers finding themselves around the cool metal. "The black sheep returns to Charming...what a plot twist." She teased, tilting her head to the side. Jax took in her appearance. Her dark brown hair pushed out of her face and tied up into a messy bun at the top of her head. Her facial features could slice open any man's heart. She was taller now, taller than he had expected her to be when they grew up. But one thing that remained the same were those big brown doe eyes. Those still got to him. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing.  Adrianna had left 5 and a half years ago, right after graduating highschool she escaped as she liked to  all it. Went to college from what he remembered from the letters she would send. That was another thing, she barely remained in contact with anyone. Sending about 1 letter every 6 months to let the family know she was still alive. That she found a piece of everyone in her daily life some how or some way. But she never came home. Never visited. Not on holidays. Not for any reason. It was as if she was just some fairytale some days.  "How? Why?" He questioned.  Adrianna sighed as she stared at her big brother, she leaned the side of her head against one of the bars, ready to finally be out of the cell. Unser slowly crept up on the kids, feeling the awkward tension in the atmosphere. "Picked her up in a rag tag bar causing trouble. Could you believe that? Didn't think it was her I was seeing..but she had that look in her eye. One just like Gemma." "I wasn't causing trouble!" She demanded. "I just don't put up with classless men....the pool stuck was just there by chance..." Jax looked between the two, his confusion only getting worse.  "The other two got away" Unser continued.  "Other two?"Jax questioned,  now focusing on his sister.  "Stilettos are hard to run in. You can't blame a girl..." Sighing Unser shook his head. "No charges are being fild so you can take her home whenever you'd like.....good to see you again kid." Leaving the siblings alone, Adrianna huffed in frustration. "Okay delinquent, take me home." Jax snorted, rolling his eyes. "Says the one behind the bars." He confirmed. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and stepped forward, his eyes searching hers. Letting out a small laugh, he placed his forehead against hers.  "Let's get you home." ------- Motorcycles lined one of the outside walls of Teller-Morrow that evening. Though it was dead silent as they drove into the parkinglot, Adrianna could only imagine the kind of ruckus that was going on inside. It had been 6 years since she had even seen the place. Seen the people. What did they all look like now? Aging? Was Bobby still wise? Chibbs still funny? Would her mother smile when she saw her? Gemma Teller-Morrow was a tough woman. Hard to understand. She loved fiercely and her throne as the queen of, well everything, was something she held dear to her. Almost as much as her children.  Adrianna buried her face into her brothers back as he pulled up next to the other bikes to park. He had yet to question her more about the previous jail situation, something she was grateful for, the whole ride had pretty much been silent.  "You're not getting out of this one you know? Sooner or later mom's gonna find out you were in the town's jail. Sooner or later. Just not from me." He stated looking over his shoulder his baby sister. He gave her a small smile. Yeah he was beyond pissed at the way she left and do easily stayed away. But he was happy that she was here. That she was safe and in one piece. "Come on, you look hungry " Adrianna gave Jax a pat on the shoulder before climbing off the bike and taking in a deep breath. It literally was now or never. She had never in a million years ever dreamed of coming back to Charming. But life doesn't always work out the way you want it to. Things can go your way all the time. That was just the way things went.  Jax led the way, his sibling falling in toe. Her stomach felt like it had bubbles in it. Her chest felt tight and somehow heavy. She shouldn't have been nervous. The only reason for nerves was because she had done something wrong. In the back of her mind did she know she was in the wrong to leave? Maybe. But she would never admit her wrongs, just like her mama. Jax opened the door, stepping inside first. The whole gang was here, relaxing around the club house. Even Kozik and Happy were around, getting ready to join the Samcro team down in Charming permanently. His eyes quickly landed on his mom, who had laid down his son Able who slept soundlessly wrapped in a blanket on the couch.  "Where you been boy?" Clay called out, the others finally noticing him. The president of the club found it odd that his step-son had randomly vanished earlier, not giving anyone any information. "Ayy Jackie-boy, ya take some time to put on fancy dresses. Opie said he saw you a few days ago playing with some lipstick." Chibbs spoke, trying to lighten whatever mood Clay was about to start. Adrianna listened on from just outside the door, still behind Jax.  'Now or never' "Well he sure as hell ain't borrowing any of my lipstick. They're​ expensive, and we all know that the prince of Charming has trashy taste.." Adrianna spoke up, stepping into the club house for the first time in years. She looked around it, deliberately skipping all the faces looking at her. "No fucking way! Where you been doll?!" Tigs questioned as he abandoned his beer and headed towards the girl, he quickly scooped her up in his arms. For the first time in a while, Adri let out a laugh. Which caught her brothers attention.  She had seemed different when he first saw her. He just didn't know how. Hearing her laugh made him grin.  "Put 'er down, stop hoggin'" Chibbs swooped her into his hold as soon as Tigs let go. The others swarmed around her, Bobby, Opie, Piney. She smiled at them, genuinely, glad to see their faces.  "Your mother is going to flip her shit when she lays eyes on you.." Clay spoke in all the commotion, stepping in front of Adrianna as the little crowd split up a bit. "Our little college grad." He stated, motioning with his large hand for her to come hug him. Taking a deep breath, the dark haired beauty gave him a smile as well, though not nearly as genuine. Though Clay Morrow helped raise her, he could not compare to her real dad. He never would. Through out her life, Adrianna always thought Clay was a little fishy.  She just wanted to see her mom. |Happy's POV| It wasn't often that the clubhouse wasn't jumping, or at least full of some sweetbutts. But it a Tuesday afternoon, things were a bit slow. Not that the Tacoma Killer was really complaining. He was still exhausted from their last ride, the knuckles on his right hand still a little bruised.  So here he was sitting at the bar with Kozik, both of them nursing their favorite beers. For the passed hour, Happy had been tuning in and out of his surroundings. Only bearing witness to when Juice tripped over something and flew across the room. He was ordering around the prospect about another drink when he heard cheering behind him. He slowly turned his head over his shoulder to take a glance, that's when he saw her. She had to be the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. Everything about her was perfection. But it wasn't something out of the fairy tales. It wasn't something romantic that could be written in a book. No it was something more powerful than that. A desire. She was so caught up with all the other members that she had no possible way of knowing....but from the moment that she had stepped foot into TM, she was his. Only his. He watched on as the other members of the Sons hugged and kissed her, smiling ear to ear. "Come meet the other members," Tigs told her, taking her back into his arms. Happy completely turned around, noticing that Kozik was doing as exactly as him, staring. As she got closer, happy subconsciously licked his lips.  "Now this is Juice, right there behind the bar...you need a drink, he got you."The​ curly haired man said, pointing out to a tanned skin man with a mohawk who gave her a little wave. "Then we got Kozik right here.." Tigs didn't give him enough time to respond before he turned Adrianna towards the last Son.  "And this right here, is Happy." They stared at each other for a moment, not really saying much. Happy picked up his beer and brought it to his lips. He grunted in response to his name bring revealed. Not wanting to give her too much attention.  "Happy huh?" Adrianna mumbled pulling herself away from Tigs. "How cute.." she stated looking away and at all the mugshots hanging on the wall. Kozik busted out laughing at the look of horror on Happy's face. "How cute..." He mimicked. Happy snarled at his Tacoma charter brother before standing up and glaring at the woman in front of him. She definitely needed to be taught a lesson. And he sure as hell was willing to give it to her. He gripped the bottle of his beer tightly, eyes turning into slits. His mind quickly wandered to having the brunette bent over his knees receiving the spankings she deserved for disrespecting him. Tigs tried to stop whatever was about to come out of the Killa's mouth, but he was far too late.  "Listen here little girl," he started, an unpleased look settling on his face. "You're about to learn a lesson real quick! I'm gonna pl-" "YOU'VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME.  IS THAT MY LITTLE GIRL?!"  That particular voice shut him up real quick. Her little girl? Shit. Adrianna turned around, finding her mother standing in the doorway of the clubhouse. Her sunglasses pushed to the top of her head. She looked the same, almost. Minus the light blond streaks in her brown locks. Adrianna gave her mom a sad smile, "Hi mommy..." She said softly, as the two crossed the room towards each other. Wrapped up in a hug, Adrianna sighed contently, giving her mom a small squeeze. "You know what this means don't you?" Clay spoke out, seeing how happy his old lady looked. "We gotta throw a party tonight!!" The rest of the Sons cheered in agreement. Ready to drink and fuck the night away, then again, weren't they always. Pulling back from her mother, Adrianna gave her a look. Hoping that she would disagree with Clay. She was in no mood to party, especially not with the Sons. She might have been know as the princess of SAMCRO, but she was far from the lifestyle. She got out. Well at least she thought she had. Yet here she was again. Back where it all started.  Back in the shithole.  "Let me pick up some food, I'll head to the store with Juice...wouldn't want my baby girl to party on an empty stomach." Gemma smiled, a smile all to familiar. She was glad to have her daughter back. But she had so many questions. So many. But she supposed that they could wait till another time.  For now.  ----- The party had been in full swing for about 2 hours now. Empty bottles had called creveces home, and all the crow eaters collective smells seemed to blend with the odor of smelly sweaty bikers. At first Adrianna had enjoyed her time trying to reconnect with everyone. But it didn't take long for her to feel out of place once again. So she found herself sitting on the arm of a leather chair in the corner, drink in hand.  "You don't look like you are having fun..." Nursing her drink, her hazel eyes found some guy standing in front of her. He had a kut on, and shaggy brown hair, but Adrianna had never seen him before not that she would really know anyone.  "Tacoma charter..." He stated practically reading her mind. Nodding her head to acknowledge him, she continued to drink from her bottle. Not really entertaining him. Ignoring her demeanor, he stood directly in front of her. "So, where are you from? They don't really have that good looking crow eaters here, so you obviously came from some where else...not that I mind..." Her eyes widened. This guy was serious wasn't he? How did he even get invited let alone make the journey across the club to conversate with her? "Go away....." She mumbled. His eyes went dark as a look crossed his face, one of disgust. "You dumb bitch...you are what I want tonight!" He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up, hard. Pulling her close to him. "So be a good little girl and get on your knees.. now!" Jax was sitting with Opie and Chibbs, tossing Chex mix into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he could see sudden movement.  "Ayy looks like Jared is getting angry again.." Chibbs mumbled and a shot.  "Tell me again why we give him alcohol??" Jax laughed and looked over, his laughter shutting down. That dumb bastard had his little sister in a tight grip.  "Son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill him!" Pure venom in his voice. He stood up, Opie and Chibbs mirroring his actions. Before Jax could even step away from the table he noticed one of his brothers storming over towards his sister.  Adrianna glared up at the dope infront of her. Fire in her eyes. Her Ruby red lips parted to spit venom, but she never got the chance.  "Let go of her or else I'll be getting another smiley face tattoo." The voice was cold, dark...and though she only heard it one time earlier that day she knew exactly who it was.  Happy. Jared let go of her arm but didn't step back. He took in Happy's frame and smiled. "Happy...brother. You gotta wait your turn...unless you're down to share. Just no crossing swords." That was the 2nd strike.  "My old lady doesn't like small dick, now get away from her!" It just came to him, not even thinking. Adrianna's eyes widened but she took the chance to step closer Happy who instinctively wrapped his arms around her. Jared looked like he had seen a ghost that or he was in the process of shitting himself. By now more than just Jax had noticed what was going on, the music had been cut.  Clay stumbled out of the room they called church, to see what was going on, his old lady coming up behind him.  It was a sight to see, her little girl wrapped protectively in the arms of the Tacoma Killer. She tilted her head. A smirk on her lipstick smudged lips.  "Listen Happy, I didn't know man. I mean you of all people, having an old lady.... everyone would be talking about it...besides she looked more than a little willing." A growl erupted from his chest, Happy wanted nothing more then to murder this dude and see the life vanish from his eyes. Slowly.  Adrianna bit her bottom lip, her face burried in Happy's chest. She wrapped her own arms around him and hugged him tightly and that's when she felt it. His gun. She took a deep breath and swiftly grabbed it, turning around and cocked it mid movement and aimed it Jared's forehead. All that could be heard was Gemma's gasp.  "Get...the fuck..out..." Adrianna breathed, her hand steady. "Or in five seconds your brain matter will ruin my fucking party!" Happy had never been so turned on in his life. He slowly licked his lips absorbing every inch of the Princess of SAMCRO from behind. 'God damn.' He thought.  "Hey! Hey! Hey!" Jax interupted, coming over and gently wrapping his hand around his sister's wrist. "You are not a killer....I think you've had enough to drink" he said softly easing the gun out of her hand. Adrianna sighed and let him take the piece, she looked down at the floor for a moment.  "Thank you Jax! She is fucking crazy!" Jared added. Jax nodded his head at him before he glared and punched him full force in the face, not even bothering to watch him fall. Adrianna sighed and turned walking off not wanting to bother with the commotion any more. She walked towards the rooms in the back and looked for her big brothers room.  Which one would it be? "You can lay down in mine if you need a break."  Happy came up behind her, still on protective mode. Adrianna raised an eyebrow watching him open the door to a room. She debated on whether or not this was a good idea. "I promise little girl, no funny shit." She gave him a small smile before walking into the room he opened up. "How kind....killer.." The way his nickname rolled off her tongue caused something to awaked inside him. He tried to remind himself that she was the daughter of Gemma. Practically his 2nd mom. But those thoughts were faint. Barely even there. Adrianna slowly strutted into his room. It was surprisingly clean, and smelled good. She slipped out of her shoes and walked towards the bed. "I literally put a gun to someone's head....my first 24 hours here and I pulled out a gun..." She mumbled crawling onto the bed. She took a deep breath and sat in the middle of Happy's bed. Her legs folded underneath her. "Thank you...you stepped in and saved me...my hero." She teased.  Happy stared at her expressionless. He could tell she had a few drinks by the way her eyes were hooded and her face was flushed. He slid off his kut and walked over to the bed.  "Or, from what I have heard, my killer...." She continued looking up at him, watching each subtle movement.  "Lay down little girl and be quiet." Grinning at him she rolled her eyes and laid back. "if it was any other time I would tell you to suck a dick..." She whispered her eyes slowly closing.   Happy stared at her laying form. She was so beautiful, something he didn't deserve. And yet he was hooked on her already. He pulled a blanket over her and headed over towards the door not giving into what he wanted. He hit the lights and went to step out.  "Hey don't I get a good night kiss?!! That's no way to treat your old lady!!" Happy chuckled and shook his head. "Go to sleep little girl, don't make me come back in there." He threatened before closing the door all the way.  Adrianna smirked, and rolled over onto her stomach her thoughts jumbled until one thought popped into her mind. Happy. "Ahh fuck..."

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[idorkish]

Bobby’s Angel Part 9

A/n - this is an intense chapter. There is death of a character mentioned here. We all know that the life of SAMCRO is full of pain and angst, this is no difference. Bambi is a character that belongs to @mrstellerwinston, who has agreed to let me use her in this series.

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 Angel sat on the chair farthest from the hospital bed, attempting to keep her mind occupied with the book from school but her mind kept drifting toward the boy in the bed. It had been a hard few months for the Teller family. Thomas had fallen ill and the future looked grim for the young boy. Gemma had been doing what she could to keep everyone together and JT had disappeared to Ireland. Angel had taken over watching Bambi to alleviate some burdens from Gemma. It tore Angel apart to see the woman she considered her mother to be so worn down and always on the verge of tears. It killed Angel to be in the room and watch as her baby brother struggled for his life. She had heard the doctors tell the adults that there was a low chance for him surviving. She had heard Gemma cry and swear the the heavens, asking why they had cursed her and her children with such a defect and why they were punishing her by taking her baby.

Angel tried to understand everything she could. Jax had become distant from everybody, preferring only to hang out with Opie. Angel wanted to feel hurt but she understood that he was grieving. Bambi was taking it hard to. Thomas was her best friend, her “twin”. No one really knew how to explain it to the young girl. Angel had just told her that Thomas was sick and they were working hard to make him all better.

Tossing her school book back into her bed, Angel made her way over to the hospital bed and sat beside the sleeping Thomas, grabbing his hand and giving it a small squeeze. “I love you Tommy. Please get better. I have so much more I need to teach you and Bambi. She needs you to get better Tommy. Jax and Ma need you too. They’re losing it Tommy and I don’t know how to make them all better,” she stroked the hair back from his face and sighed. He had been sleeping more and more each day. Angel pressed her lips to his hand and choked back a sob, “Please Tommy...I don’t want to lose you.”

Gemma stood in the door and watched as Angel sobbed over Tommy. She clutched at her heart and took in a shaky breath. This was a hard time for everyone, she knew that. But it was hitting the kids harder than they originally thought. Gemma was thankful for Angel, who had seemed to grow so much over the past few months. As she struggled with Thomas being in the hospital, JT leaving to Ireland, and Jax acting out, it was Angel who stepped up to help her. The little girl took care of Bambi when Tig needed her to, she helped Gemma make food for everyone, even making her lunch when she couldn’t get out of bed. Angel was at the hospital every day she could with Gemma. She had refused to let Gemma go alone; Jax had only gone once with her to see Thomas.

Gemma took careful steps into the room and sat beside Angel, rubbing her back slowly. “Hey baby,” she cooed softly, “Come here baby girl, I know sweety. This must be so hard for you.” Angel turned and wrapped her arms around Gemma’s waist, burying her face and finally sobbing.

“Mommy...why is this happening to him? He’s just a baby still! It’s not fair!” Angel continued to sob. Gemma had no words for once. She stared up at the ceiling blinking back her own tears as her little girl clung to her. Gemma had always wanted a little girl but had been blessed with two boys. When Bobby brought Angel home to SAMCRO for the first time, Gemma fell in love and vowed to treat her as if she was her own. Then Bambi came along, despite the awful circumstances, and Gemma had the perfect family, two perfect boys and two perfect little girls. And now her little girl was hurting and she had no words to make it better. “I don’t know Angel. It’s not fair. I don’t know what’s going to happen but we will make Tommy feel nothing but love and comfort ok?” She lifted the girl’s chin and wiped away the tears.

Angel nodded and gripped the back of Gemma’s shirt tighter. Angel hated this, she just wanted to go home and watch as Tommy and Bambi played and colored on the floor. She just wanted Jax and Opie to pick her up and spin her around before chasing after her with their water guns. She just wanted all her brothers to be home and healthy.

---Five Months Later ---

Angel stared at herself in the full length mirror. Angel had just turned 10 and she already had dark bags under her eyes. Today was the day and for the second time in her life, she was in all black. Pulling her back into a ponytail, Angel wrapped a bow in her hair before walking out to the living room. “Hey munchkin,” Tig called out to her and beckoned her over. Angel stared up at her uncle, “Yes?”

Tig frowned at the blank look on the child’s face. He knew what she had done for Gemma and Bambi over the past months and was worried. He knelt in front of her and pulled her close, “How you holding up?” Angel shrugged and picked a piece of lint off his shirt. “As ok as I can. Is Bambi ready or do you need me to do her hair?” Tig pulled Angel in closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I got her munchkin. You need to eat something and relax before we go. Your dad will be back soon.”

Angel nodded and kissed his cheek. “Uncle Tig,” she paused and looked down to the floor, “D-do you think Daddy will let me ride with him? I-i-i don’t want to go in the car.” Tig smiled and nodded at her, “We’ll ask when he gets here. And if he says no, you can ride with me ok?”

Angel finally smiled and nodded before running to the kitchen to grab breakfast. Bobby arrived minutes later, muttering under his breath. “Thanks for watching her Tig. Gemma is a mess. No one can get a hold of JT. Jax was refusing to leave Piney’s house, had to damn near drag him out and home to get ready. Day’s already hard enough and that boy has to do this to his mom.”

Tig nodded and patted his brother’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be a rough day for everyone man. Talk to Angel, she’s holding on by a thread today. She wants to ride with you today. She hasn’t seen you much lately. Might be time we all take a little break to spend with our families man.”

Bobby walked toward the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. Angel was pushing the cereal in her bowl around, not really paying attention but to a spot on the table. “Hey baby girl. Gonna eat or waiting for the food to magically appear in your stomach?”

Angel dropped her spoon and looked up at her dad. She jumped out of her seat and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. There was so much she wanted to say to him but could find no words. “It’s ok baby. Tig talked to me already, I’d love for you to ride on the bike with me,” Bobby picked her up and held her close to him, pressing kisses to her cheeks, nose, and temple, “It’s ok Angel. It’s a hard day for all of us. You’ve been so strong for everyone today. After this, we’re gonna go on a trip. Just me and you ok?”

“No club? You promise?”

“Cross my heart, Princess. Just you and me, we’ll even take the truck! Now finish breakfast because we have to get going.”

By the time Tig and Bobby arrived with the girls, the lot of the club house was filled with bikes and cars. Gemma was outside, sitting at one of the tables as she smoked. Bobby approached softly and looked at his friend. Her eyes had lost the spark and fire of life and were now dull. It was obvious to all who knew Gemma that she was just a shell today, going through the motions of saying hello to everybody and accepting their condolences. Angel took Bambi’s hand and led her over to Gemma, who finally gave a real smile when she saw her girls. “Hi Mommy. Do you want something to drink?” Angel smiled up at the woman as she helped Bambi into the seat next to Gemma. Gemma just shook her head and opened her arms. Angel threw herself into her arms and held her tightly. Gemma pressed a kiss to her temple and smoothed down the girl’s hair. “No baby. Why don’t you go see Jax and Opie? I’m sure they miss you.”

Angel nodded and made her way over to the boxing ring, where Jax was sitting. He just stared at the ring, his eyes were red and puffy. Angel climbed the bench and sat next to Jax on the table. “Hey,” she nudged him softly before leaning her head on his shoulder. Jax looked down at her and gave a small smile, “Hey sis. You doing ok?” Angel shrugged and looked up at him, “Are YOU doing ok?” Jax gave her a similar shrug. They both remained silent, staring at the ring until they were called. The bikes were lined up behind the hearse and the limo that would be carrying Gemma, Luanne, and the children. Angel walked over to her father, who handed her a helmet and helped her onto his bike. Gemma smiled and blew a kiss her way before getting in the limo. Soon the procession was on it’s way. The streets of Charming seemed deserted. The few people that were out bowed their heads as the sounds of bikes filled the air.

"We are gathered here to say farewell to Thomas Teller and to commit him into the hands of God…” Angel tuned out the words of the priest as she gazed at the small coffin before her. Tommy, her baby brother, had succumbed to heart failure. She would never see the blonde boy running around with Bambi, shrieking as Angel and Jax chased them around the yard. She would never see her baby brother grow up. “It’s not fair! He should be here with us!” Angel’s mind screamed in rage as she clenched her hands. She didn’t realize that she was shaking until a pair of arms wrapped around her. Looking up, she saw that it was her Uncle Clay who had pulled her against him and was holding onto her. She looked around and noticed that her dad had went to Gemma’s side and was holding her as she wept. Jax sat in the chair next to his mother, clutching one of her hands as tears silently streamed down his face. Opie was on her other side, gripping her other hand. Bambi was in her father’s arms, crying loudly and asking for Thomas. Angel couldn’t take it, she couldn’t watch her family falling apart. Spinning around, she stared up at her Uncle. “C-can we walk? For a little bit please?”

Clay shook his head. “No princess. We need to be here.”

Angel bite at her lip and shook her head. “P-please? I-i-i can’t!” She was trying to keep her voice low. She knew that she should stay and go to Gemma but Angel’s head was spinning. She felt like she couldn’t breath and that the world was closing in on her. Clay saw his niece struggling and just scooped her into his arms. “It’s ok Princess. Just cry baby. No one will judge you for it. You are allowed to show that you’re hurt,” he whispered into her ear as she shook in his arms. Everyone had seen the girl helping over the last few months and Clay had a feeling no one had really let her grieve the loss her way. He rubbed small circles on her back, bouncing her softly as he had done when she was a baby. Angel gripped at his leather and sobbed loudly. Some of the members looked her way and shook their head, they couldn’t bear to watch the children break down.

Clay wasn’t sure what the priest had said for the rest of the service. He was focused on the little girl in his arms. He watched as the began to lower the grave and he forced back his own sobs. Thomas was so young and didn’t deserve this. His father was nowhere to be seen and had not been in contact with anyone. Clay was torn between hurt and anger. How could the president of their club just leave at a time he was needed the most. His wife and son were mourning, his youngest was being buried, and he was off in Ireland doing God-knows-what.

Gemma’s tears mingled with the ground beneath her and her gasping wails echoed around the gravestones as she sank to her knees at the tiny grave, not caring for the damp mud that dirtied her dress and knees. The pain that flowed from her was palpable and soon the only people at her side was her babies and the Club, who were all struggling to keep their tears silent, many looking up to the watery skies and heaven beyond.

Angel had her arms wrapped around Gemma, who had Bambi clutched to her. Angel pulled the elder woman close and began stroking her hair. Opie and Jax stood behind Angel, Jax with his arm around her waist and Opie with his arms around both of them. They stood clutching each other tightly, afraid that if they let go they would be the next to be lost. Angel choked back her tears and quickly wiped her face. Once again in her small life, her family was being torn. And once again, Angel started to softly sing one of the few songs she knew by heart, “Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me, Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops…”

#the reaper's angel #Bobby's Angel #bobby munson #angel munson #jax teller #opie winston #gemma teller #clay morrow #tig trager #bambi trager #sons of anarchy #SAMCRO #SOA imagine #thomas teller

[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 26

We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.” The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC. We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us. We will be posting on our Tumblr where we’ll have fun pictures from time to time as well. http://tellerford13.tumblr.com We’ll also be taking requests for one shots, preferences or imagines for all things Sons at our other Tumblr, so check it out and send your thoughts!http://tellerford13oneshots.tumblr.com/ And just for fun, we’ve decided to start a Pinterest for the story! So if you want a glimpse at our girls and see into our world, check it out! https://www.pinterest.com/tellerford/

                                                         A/N:

Hey loves, I’m sorry it’s been so long since an update. That’s on me, Telford. My real life deadlines and book releases have kicked my behind. 80,000 words is a hella lot to edit. But I’m back, and we hope it’ll be worth the wait. <3

Oh to answer a question: No, Tig wasn’t super close with J.T. (That we know of) In the series. That’s something we cooked up for this universe. There’s a lot of room to “read between the lines and embellish” in the series because they left so much uncovered.

                                           Mo Astor Chapter 26

Journee

I sit on the bed surrounded by clothing in various states of cleanliness and my bra and panties. I’m caught somewhere between getting dressed for a family dinner, and making a slide show. I swear Gemma is the biker version of Mommy Dearest. When she asks for something, she expects it to be done. Like all mothers and daughters, we’ve had many a falling out over it before I learned how to handle her in a diplomatic, non-combative, and open-ended manner. Unless she had an actual yes, you could work your way out of things when it came to her. Non-committal was the way to go. Lee had left not too long ago to stall her along with Jax to let me and Chibs get ready.

The sound of his motorcycle in our driveway makes me grin. He’d only been gone a few hours, but after spending every waking hour with him, it felt like an eternity. I quickly finish the line-up, press the save button, and set the computer aside. I meet him in the doorway, and he sweeps me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and whimper as he kisses me like his life depends on it. I’m lost in the taste and smell of him. Leather, mint, cigarettes, and his favorite cologne. I can’t fight the urge to wrap my legs around his waist.

He moans, and I slip my tongue into his mouth, taking the lead. He growls, and I bury my hand in his rapidly growing hair and tug. I tilt my head, hungry for more as he walks me toward the bed. He turns and lowers onto the bed with me on his lap. I grind against the bulge in his jeans. We part, breathing heavily.

“She’ll kill us if we’re late,” I rasp.

“I’ll kill her if we aren’t.” he buries his fingers in my hair and tugs. I go pliant under his heavy-handed ministrations. He knows exactly how to turn me into a quivering mass of need.

“Stand up and take your knickers and your bra off for Daddy.”

I rise, hook my thumbs in my underwear and give him a little strip tease. He empowers me. There’s no need for embarrassment or shyness when his hungry gaze is upon me. He licks his lips, and I giggle as I step out of the underwear I just put on post shower. I pop the bra, and he sighs like I’m a vision.

“Aye lass, you’re even lovelier than I remembered. Now come and take your Daddy out.”  

I walk over to him, keeping his face eye level with my breasts and I lean in, gripping his knees. He bites my stiff nipple, and I yelp as I slowly lower to the ground, keeping my legs wide, so he can see how much I want him. My old man likes to watch.

“So wet for me lennan.”

“Always, Daddy.”

“Shite.”

I unzip his pants and free him from his boxers and denim prison. He springs to life, and I cup the base and stroke him. His silk over steel in my hands. I lean in and circle his head with the tip of my tongue.  I suck him in, enjoying his salty flavor as I moisten his stiff cock. He groans and rocks his hips. “As much as I’d like to drag this out, I need to be buried inside your kitty more.”

I release him with a pop and climb onto his lap. The site of him gripping his base for me sends a fresh gush of liquid from my core. The man is pure masculine sensuality in motion. I ease myself on, whimpering as he stretches me as I slowly lower onto him. The pain quickly yields to pleasure, and I grip his shoulders. “Ride me love, hard and fast.” He strokes my swollen clit, and I let out a cat-like yowl.

“You’re so big, Daddy. You fill me up.”

“Jaysus Christ.” He rubs faster as I find a steady rhythm. I clench around him, and he gives a rumbling purr of approval. “Just like that love.”

The slap of our skin and the feel of him moving inside me have me coasting on the edge. “So close.”

“Aye. Give it to me my little lass.” He gives a final swipe as my orgasm hits, and grips my hips as he controls my speed. I scream as I convulse and he slams in and out of me, heightening my pleasure before he yields, exploding inside me. There’s no time for a lengthy loving when the Queen is waiting. I rest my head on his shoulders as the aftershocks continue to rocket through my body. I reluctantly unwrap my arms from his neck and stand up. He grabs my wrist.

“Leave it, love. I want to know I’m still inside ye tonight.”

I nod my head and bend down, cupping the side of his face as I brush his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mo astor, with everything I am.”

“You sit. I’ll clean you up for once,” I say as I move to the bathroom, enjoying the feel of his warmth inside me.  I know our relationship isn’t normal. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, all-consuming, soul deep, and intense enough to border on scary. We’re bound together forever.

***

Ten minutes later we’re roaring down the streets of Charming, and I’ve got my hands out, enjoying the feel of the wind against my face and the setting sun on my back. There’s nothing like being back home. I have a Disc loaded with some of the best shots from our vacation and trinkets for Mom. Heaven forbid I leave the country and not think about her. I hold Chibs tighter. I still can’t believe this man is officially my husband. Journee Ryther Teller Telford. It’s a long ass name, but it describes everything a person would need to know about me. I was raised by clubs. Brought up around women and men most couldn’t understand and feared.

Violence was a normal part of life, and while woman knew their place, they were tougher than the average, because they had to be. When your man is constantly away you have to be able to hold things down and have his back when he needs it. I knew how to pitch a decent alibi by the time I was three. It’s a different lifestyle, but the only one I know. When I went off to college, I learned swiftly I’d never make it in the civilian world. I couldn’t do the niceties, politically correct talk, ass kissing, and rule following. The things most kids Lee and I’s age found entertaining were old hat. Who needed to get wasted every weekend when we’d been allowed to drink since we hit sixteen?

I used to think all I needed was a SamCro Brother. It was part of the reason I gave Kyle a chance to start with. I couldn’t have been more wrong. But everything I’d endured led me to the place I needed to be. So I’d do it all over again to land here.

We pull into the driveway and my excitement ramps up. With all the wedding plans it seems like I haven’t seen anyone in a relaxed state in ages, and I missed my Juicy. I was a bit bummed when he wasn’t home when we arrived at the house. I hop off the bike, and Chibs backs in. He hands me Gemma’s crystal set from Scotland and the disc and walks around to wrap an arm around my waist and guide me to the front door.

We knock, and she answers with a smirk. “Well, it’s about damn time.”

I Grin. “Hi, mom.”

“Don’t’ be too mad at her Mother, Its me fault we’re late,” he says.

“Seeing as how you just got back from your honeymoon I’ll let it slide, just this once,” She says with a wink.

“This is for you,” I hand her the box and the disc like peace offerings.

“How sweet of you thinking about me baby. Are these the photos?”

“Yes, ma’am. I made a quick slide show.” “That’s my girl.” We hug, and she kisses my cheek before moving on to do the same with Chibs.

I walk inside and catch site of Juice. My heart squeezes, and we both beam. He stands, and I rush to him, laughing when he lifts me off the ground. The maternal feelings are real with this kid. I rub the back of his head. “You stay out of trouble?”

“Relax, Ma. He did good while you and Da were away,” Tig drawls. I blow him a kiss. “I missed you too, Tiggy.”

I’m passed around the table, as hugs and kisses on the cheek are issued. I end up in Hap’s arms, inhaling the dark scent that used to be the most comforting in the world until Chibs.

“You look good, Cocoa. Have a good time?” he asks softly. I nod my head.

“The best time, Hap.”

“He gives me a quick squeeze. “Good.”

We step back, and I make my way back over to Chibs.

“We got a lot to celebrate tonight. I got my babies in one room again,” Gemma says.

“Good to have you back, brother, Baby J,” Clay says.

“Good to be back,” we say at the same time before laughing.

Clay shakes his head, and I take my seat squeezed between Jax, who's on the opposite side of Lee, and Chibs with Juicy and Hap across from me. I’m insulated by all my people. It’s the best homecoming I could’ve asked for.

The conversation begins to flow as the food is passed around and dished up.

“Did you ever see something in Scotland other than your bedroom,” Tig asks.

“Aye brother, plenty more.”

“Pictures or it didn’t happen,” Tig quips.

“We actually brought some for you guys,” I say smugly.

He sticks his tongue out, and I laugh. To be one scary son-of-a-bitch the man is an overgrown child.

“How was the food?” Bobby asks.

“You would ask that,” Chibs drawls as the table erupts into laughter.

“It was good, but I missed your muffins,” I say placating him with a wink.

“Tell us what we missed,” Chibs says slyly turning the conversation away from us with a light squeeze of my knee. I take a drink of water to hide my smirk.

I enjoy the lasagna as we hear animated tales of customers who forget Samcro weren’t your average mechanics, and tales of Sac, my husband’s idiotic prospect.

The night flies by like it always does when we’re all together, and we move to the living room where Juicy rigs everything up to show the photos. I sit sideways on Chibs lap as the slideshow fires up, relaxing against him as he explains each location. His rich baritone is soothing, and he’s a natural storyteller. I relive the memories as he explains the legends and lore connected with the different places we visited. I think Scotland stole a bit of my heart.

A picture pops up that makes the blood rush to my face as Juicy quickly clicks past it.

“Waait. Was that …. Nipple?”  Tig asks.

“You aren’t the only one who likes to play games, Tiggy,” Chibs drawls as he moves on to talk about the castle in the next photo. I cover my face as the cheers go up in the room, and all eyes turn to me. There never was any such thing as keeping secrets among this crowd, and eventually, our flash me game was going to be walked in on.  My family, can’t live with them, can’t kill them all and not have questions asked.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #Jax Teller #chibs telford #Mo Astor

[gatekeepcr]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋.

#my edit* #idk #i just liked the quote and wanted to use it for something #· * QUEEN OF DARKNESS / HEAD IN YOUR HANDS ❜ ––– gemma teller.

[gatekeepcr]

       OPEN YOUR EYES , MOTHER. YOU’RE GONNA DIE ALONE. JUST LIKE ME.

#· * QUEEN OF DARKNESS / HEAD IN YOUR HANDS ❜ ––– gemma teller. #· * AND NOW EVERYTHING YOU LOVED HAS LEFT ––– photo album.

[gatekeepcr]

𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙰 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻

#my edit* #idk #· * QUEEN OF DARKNESS / HEAD IN YOUR HANDS ❜ ––– gemma teller. #· * COMING SOON TO OWN ON DVD AND VIDEO ––– queue.

[gatekeepcr]

gemma "unamused by guns” teller.

#· * STRIPPED OF THE PATCH ––– ooc. #· * QUEEN OF DARKNESS / HEAD IN YOUR HANDS ❜ ––– gemma teller.

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#iunno i threw it together and my shit never looks good #my edit* #· * QUEEN OF DARKNESS / HEAD IN YOUR HANDS ❜ ––– gemma teller. #· * SO IT SEEMS OUR END IS ALWAYS SELF-MADE ❜ ––– gemma / clay. #· * THE KING LAUGHED WHILE HIS CITY BURNED ❜ ––– clay morrow.

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O2.  (people)

#· * QUEEN OF DARKNESS / HEAD IN YOUR HANDS ❜ ––– gemma teller. #· * THE KING LAUGHED WHILE HIS CITY BURNED ❜ ––– clay morrow. #· * NEVER KNEW THE CROWN COULD BE SO HEAVY ❜ ––– jackson teller. #· * HE WHOM THE GODS LOVE DIES YOUNG ❜ ––– thomas wayne. #· * DON’T NEED A CROWN / BURN THE KINGDOM DOWN ❜ ––– abel teller. #· * BITTER ARE THE WARS BETWEEN BROTHERS ❜ ––– thomas teller. #· * STORM WITHIN SKIN / IT’S GETTING WINDY AGAIN ❜ ––– wendy case. #· * WEAR THE SUIT / YOU GOTTA PLAY THE GAME ❜ ––– nero padilla. #· * THIS LIFE IT AIN’T ROMANTIC OR FREE ❜ ––– wayne unser. #· * I COULDN’T SEE IT / BLOOD WAS EVERY COLOR ❜ ––– john teller. #· * YOU’RE A NEW QUEEN ; BUT ALL ROYALTY FALLS ❜ ––– tara knowles. #· * THE EXECUTIONER’S FACE IS ALWAYS WELL HIDDEN ❜ ––– tig trager. #· * SOME MOTHERS BIRTH PAIN ; NOT CHILDREN ❜ ––– colleen trager. #· * COULDN’T SEE ALL THIS ; PLEASE FORGIVE ME ❜ ––– bobby munson. #· * FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER / I AM EVERY ONE ❜ ––– happy lowman. #· * LA BREA AG DO CHAIRDE - DO D'ADHLACADH ❜ ––– chibs telford. #· * DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A FRIEND WAS TILL I MET YOU ❜ ––– chucky marstein. #· * THEY MIGHT LOVE YOU ; BUT THEY’LL WATCH YOU DIE ❜ ––– piney winston. #· * CENTER CANT HOLD ; ANARCHY’S THE ONLY HOPE ❜ ––– opie winston. #· * DEATH & I HAVE BEEN SCANDALOUSLY INTIMATE ❜ ––– luann delaney. #· * I HAVE DRANK THE BLOOD OF KINGS ❜ ––– otto delaney. #· * GROW WINGS & RAGE / LEARN HOW TO KILL ❜ ––– june stahl. #· * HUNGRY DOGS ARE NEVER LOYAL ❜ ––– juice ortiz. #· * ON THE HUNT FOR WHO I HAVEN’T BECOME ❜ ––– venus van damme. #· * A DEVIL DEALS IN DYIN AND RIDES IN A HEARSE ❜ ––– charlie barosky. #· * YOU’RE JUST AN OPINION WITH A GUN ❜ ––– eli roosevelt. #· * PROFOUND AWARENESS WON’T RELIEVE YOUR GUILT ❜ ––– althea jarry. #· * SHE OWNS A COTTAGE ON THE ROAD TO HELL ❜ ––– rose madock. #· * THAT HOLY WATER CANNOT HELP YOU NOW ❜ ––– nate madock. #· * WHY WOULD A GOD TAKE YOU AND NOT ME ❜ ––– nathaniel madock.