𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Warnings: swears, mention of blood and bruising, also creeps
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𝐉𝐀𝐗
・Not surprised, but a tad shocked. He was used to this behaviour from his mother.
・But when he laid his eyes on you, all he could feel was pride.
"How'd the other guy look?"
"Way fuckin' worse, sweetheart," you said with a smirk.
"That's my girl."
・His arm wrapped around you as you left the station, Unser already pulling strings to get you out. Plus, the guy wasn't going to press charges.
・While getting on the back of Jax's bike you said, "You know what, it felt pretty good."
"I know it does babe, but please don't make it a regular thing," he replied and lightly slapped you on your thigh.
"I'll do my best..."
𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐄
・"The hell did that come from?" He asked as you walked through the front door, nursing a very swollen black eye. Apparently punching first doesn't mean you've won the fight.
・"Ugh, would you believe me if I said I ran into a pole?"
"You hate running."
"Fuck, you're right."
・Out of all the guys, he's the most surprised. It took him a while to process it, the story, the lump on your forehead.
・But to him, it meant you accepted this life.
・From his first marriage, Opie was used to having a s/o who was against the club, but with you - you took it in your stride.
・Completely intergrating with it.
・He pulled you onto his lap, cupping your face.
"That's a fucking big one," Opie said, tracing the outline of the bruise.
"I know. But I was the only one left standing."
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐒
・Taken aback, mostly upset because you were arrested.
"You're saying my Old Lady, Y/n Telford, was arrested?"
"Yes," Unser said on the other side of the call. He watched you from the door.
Your head was leaning against the cold brick wall. Eyes shut, nose bleeding, but that was the extent of your injuries.
"And may I ask why, she got arrested," Chibs growled.
"She assaulted someone," with Unser's reply, a smile grew on your face.
"She fuckin' what-" then the line went fuzzy and all Unser heard was "I'm coming," before Chibs hung up.
・You weren't worried. Not about being arrested. Because you knew Chibs wouldn't let you stay in here.
・And you were right, because that very afternoon you were released and Chibs grabbed ahold of your face, checking for injuries.
"What were you thinking lass?"
"Oh honey, I wasn't-"
𝐓𝐈𝐆
・Surprised and kinda turned on by it
・It had been pure luck that you weren't arrested. The Sheriffs had been occupied with actual crime ... not a woman punching a creep square in the face.
・However, once Tig came home and saw the swollen, bruised hand of yours, he instantly knew what had happened.
"Look, all I'm gonna say is ... I'm proud of you baby. You put those creeps in their places. But next time, I want a few rounds too."
・You smiled up at him, and went to push yourself up from the couch but grimaced as you used your hand.
"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit tender for a while. Just relax. I'll do whatever you need me to."
・And then he came over and kissed your hand, examining the darkness that was still developing, the splits in the skin.
"Sheesh, you did a good job," Tig mumbled and went to go get your first aid kit.
𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘
・The PROUDEST.
・The next day he told everyone in the meeting what happened and all the Sons clapped him on the back.
"Happens to all of us," Jax said with a wink.
・Not only was happy, Happy, he was ecstatic. Because it meant you weren't averse to violence...
・Not that he would readily bring it into the home now, it just meant that you didn't find him or his work disgusting.
・He's always worried about that. That one day, you'll just up and leave because this life isn't for you.
・But you know how he feels, and it was part of the reason why you gave that guy a shiner.
・He would've been only a few years older than you, but he wouldn't stop hitting on you. Not even when you told him you weren't single.
・So you thought, "fuck it, my family is a fucking bikie club," and you went for it.
・Explaining that to Happy made him ... kind of emotional.
𝐉���𝐈𝐂𝐄
・Completely shocked.
・Not in a million years did he think you would be in a fight. Or at least a punch up.
・You were quite fiesty, and that's part of the reason why he loved you
・But he never thought that side of you would become physical.
"Babe, why?" Juice asked over his bowl. He had made dinner that night, wanting to do something.
"The fucker kept on staring at me. Even after I told him to knock it off, twice."
"Oh, he had it coming then."
・A part of him was upset that you had to defend yourself. He always wants to be the one to do that.
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While we're on the topic of De-aging AU's I wanna talk about Jason and Damian if Jason was 14 again real quick.
Do you guys think that Damian looks at this version of Jason, so different from the version he knows, nothing like the person he was told Jason was, and feels uncomfortably seen?
Damian was always told that Jason died because he was reckless, because he disobeyed orders, he was fired as Robin and he got himself killed. A cautionary tale, not a threat to his position. He dismisses Jason because Bruce does, because Dick does, because sometimes even Babs and Alfred do.
That's not the kid that he's looking at now. This Jason is happy, and smart, and full of love that has not yet soured into grief. He hangs on Bruce's every word, trains until his hands bleed and his body gives out to perfect the moves Bruce teaches him. He looks at Bruce with stars in his eyes and he calls him dad.
And Damian can't help but think, that this is the perfect Robin. The perfect son. And if Jason - sweet, loving, strong, Jason - can be fired, can die and have his room locked away and his pictures torn down, can have his last memory as Robin be as A Good Soldier, how could the rest of them ever compete? What could Damian do to stand a chance?
Jason will never grow out of the shadow of Robin, like the rest of them did. As long as Bruce, and Dick, and Babs, and Alfred look at him and see a dead kid who came back wrong, he will never get to be anything else. He will not get to be looked at through who he is now without the shadow of a dead boy looming over him.
And the worst part? Jason is exactly the same person he was back then. Bitter, sure, angry, justifiably, but he is still the boy with too much love in his heart and righteous fury festering in his gut. He is exactly the same boy who threw himself in front of an explosion to save his mother.
(The lines between the mother that betrayed him and the father that disgraced him are so very blurred. Fire or blade or crowbars or fists it does not matter. It ends the same way it always does because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe, in every timeline, Jason dies and crawls out only to be killed again and again and again.)
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