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[wrestlersownmyheart]

"Her Outlaw Hero" (Sons Of Anarchy-Chibs Chapter fic) Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Original Characters in this story. I am only using Kurt Sutter's characters from Sons of Anarchy. He created the characters and the show—I am in no way taking any credit for his creations. This story is for entertainment only. Content/Warnings: Violence against both men and women including rape. Summary:

Adelaide Watson is fleeing Tennessee—on the run from her violent past.

When she has a car accident on a lonely road in Charming, California, she has no choice but to walk to town for help. But help comes to her instead. In a very unexpected way.

Note: I must confess, this is all I have written so far, and I have no idea when I'll get more posted because I don't know where to take it. Hope you understand and enjoy regardless!

Chapter 6

Angela tried to calm her heart rate as she disconnected the phone call. "So the cops know Addy's missing now," she thought out loud. Please, Lord… Let them find her car in the river. Let them think she's dead. Please keep her safe from Liam, she prayed. She sat at her desk in her den, in the middle of grading a test paper for her ninth-grade English class, and rubbed her temples. "Please, forgive me of the lies I told, also. I know they were to protect Addy, but they were still lies nonetheless."

Taking a moment to think over everything she'd said to the detective, she could recall no detectable mistakes in her story. I hope she got far away from here and they never find her, she thought. She shuddered to think what would happen to her should Liam find her.

Oh, Lord, what will I do if Liam shows up here to question me, she wondered. I'll just have to be prepared to tell him what I told that detective and stick to it. And not back down.

Telling herself that matter was settled, Angela forced herself to dive back into her paper grading and pushed Liam Toller out of her mind.

She only had a few papers to finish when a loud crackle of thunder sounded outside and she nearly jumped out of her skin. The sound of hard falling rain came next and she couldn't help but think of Adelaide.

"She always loved the rain and thunderstorms," Angela whispered to herself. She was such a happy, fun-loving person. She took pleasure in the little things. Will she ever get to be that way again, Lord? Is she doomed to always look over her shoulder and be scared? Please, watch over her, Father. Where ever she is, keep her safe. Send someone into her life that will protect her and fight for her.

She sobbed softly as she thought of her friend. I miss her so much, she thought, sniffling. I know we did what was best for her, but it doesn't stop me from missing her.

Too depressed to continue with her paper grading, she stood from her desk and prepared to get ready for bed, making a mental note to get up a little early and finish the last few papers in the morning.

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Adelaide was aware of a shiver racking her body as she struggled to open her eyes. Her lips parted as she attempted to speak, but only a soft whimper emerged. Her eyes finally fluttered open and she gazed around the darkened room she was in.

A bed, she thought, as she noted the familiar feel of a mattress beneath her. She moved slowly to a sitting position, gasping softly as her ribs exploded in fiery agony. She nearly cried out from the pain as she made her way wobbly to her feet. It was then that she noticed she was only clad in her under garments. Alarmed, she quickly grabbed at and wrapped the sheet around her slender frame for some modesty. As she moved farther away from the bed, she felt a slight tugging sensation on her hand. Turning to see what was making her mobility difficult, she noticed the IV hooked up to her hand. She followed the tubing with her eyes trying to see where it ended, which led her to also notice the man sitting in a chair next to a makeshift IV stand. He appeared to be asleep, with his head propped in his hand. Peering slightly at him, Adelaide recognized him as the goateed Scotsman who'd…

Frightened me to death, she thought, apprehension filling her heart. She turned back to the IV bag and began inspecting the tubing, trying to figure out how to free herself from the constraint. She eyed the IV port and contemplated pulling the needle out. The mere thought brought on a wave of queasiness and made her lightheaded all over again. She didn't deal well with needles. Gingerly, she began to remove a strip of the tape that held the tubing in place.

In the next instant, a light came on in the room and a warm hand took hold of her arm, gently turning her around. She faced the man who was asleep only seconds before. She was taken aback by his striking features. He was even more handsome than she recalled earlier in the day, though older. He appeared to be in his late forties—maybe early fifties. His black eyes scanned over her face and lingered for an instant on her mouth before moving back upward to her own eyes. His dark but graying hair was lightly mussed, but he brushed it back as he moved closer to her.

In her fear, Adelaide stepped backward and her foot fell on her sheet. To her dismay, the makeshift garment slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. She gasped softly and tried to back away even further but the man kept hold of her arm. Add in the fact that her back literally hit the wall—she was quite trapped. The man's dark gaze wandered over her now mostly exposed slender frame and panic seized her.

Not again, she thought. "No, please…" she cried, trying to tug her arm free. "Don't…"

To her surprise, he released her arm and reached up to her face. His hand caressed her cheek for a moment before moving to her neck and lingering at her pulse point.

"Your heart is racing," he murmured in his thick Scottish burr. "But your skin is cool enough." He let out a sigh laced with frustration when he noticed the look of fear on her pale face. "Don't be afraid, lass. You're safe. We brought you here for medical attention since you were adamant that you didn't go to a hospital." He then bent down to retrieve her sheet "I won't hurt you," he said softly. "I was only trying to keep you from ripping that IV out. You need it right now." He paused a moment, and spoke again. "I'm sorry for staring at ya. I can see you've been through a lot. But, I am a man, I'm afraid, and I can't help ogling the beauty of a woman more often than not," he chuckled. He tossed the sheet onto the bed and then lifted her suitcase onto the bed as well. Why don't you pick something out of here to wear? You'll feel less vulnerable that way. But, pick something as thin and light as you can. You need to stay cool for now." He moved toward the door as Adelaide dug through the suitcase. "I'll go get you something to drink. You need all the fluid you can get."

"W-wait," Adelaide finally spoke out softly before he could leave.

He turned back to face her, "Yeah?"

"Your name," she asked with timidity. "You saved my life and I don't even know your name."

His lips curved upward in a smile and a dimple appeared in each cheek above his scars, "It's Chibs. And you're Adelaide. We saw your ID."

With that, he left the room and Adelaide quickly grabbed a silky, teal-colored nightgown and tugged it over her head. Then she found a hairbrush and unplaited her hair. She began running the brush gently through her waist-length hair, getting rid of any tangles. Wincing in pain when she had to reach upward to her scalp, she opted to leave the thick tresses down for simplicity's sake. She turned to put the hairbrush back in her suitcase but moved too quickly, however, and struggled to fight off another wave of dizziness. She heard something being set down on the dresser then and in the next second, felt strong arms envelope her as she sank toward the floor.

"Whoa, I got ya," she heard Chibs utter softly. "You need to be in bed. You're too weak to be up and about."

"I'm beginning to see that," Adelaide replied, holding her swimming head as Chibs carried her to the bed and gently deposited her onto it. "What happened to me? I haven't felt this horrible before in my whole life."

"Sunstroke," Chibs answered. "You'd walked a long distance in the heat and it nearly killed ya, woman." His tone turned lightly scolding as he approached the dresser and retrieved the glass of drink, "Have you ever had a fever of 107 before?"

His question was rhetorical, she knew. He'd asked to make it clear she shouldn't do anything so stupid again. He handed her the glass of drink and sat down beside her on the bed, "It's just Gatorade," he assured her as she looked at the drink quizzically. "It'll help get your electrolytes back in balance. Just sip. Gulping will make you sick."

"Can't say as I have ever had a fever that high, no," Adelaide finally answered after a few sips of fluid. "Well, that explains why I was almost naked. Thank you—for saving me. And I'm sorry I made it so difficult." She heard Chibs chuckle lightly and dared to make eye contact with him.

"You're welcome," he replied softly. "And it wasn't actually what I'd call difficult. Don't flatter yourself," he joked with a twinkle in his eye.

Adelaide recalled a hand going over her mouth, then gasped at the next memory that surfaced. "Did I bite you—your hand," she asked, feeling immense guilt.

This time Chibs let loose with a full-fledged laugh, "No, that was my friend, Tig. It wasn't as bad as it looked. Don't worry."

She nodded, as she finished her drink and then settled against the pillows.

"You need to rest, till we make sure your temperature is permanently stable now," Chibs told her as he took her glass and set it on the night table, then covered her again with the light sheet.

"I'm freezing," Adelaide said. "Could I cover up a little more? Please?"

Chibs considered it, and gave a slight nod. "I guess so. Your skin feels very cool. But I need to keep an eye on your temperature," he added, covering her with a lightweight blanket.

"Thank you."

Adelaide almost sighed in ecstasy from the extra bit of warmth that enveloped her. "You seem to know your way around the medical field. Are you some sort of doctor or something?"

"No, lass. I was a medic for the British Army many years ago."

"Is your real name, Chibs? Or is that a nickname?"

"It's a nickname of sorts," he replied. "I received a Glasgow smile years ago—the scars on my face—and the Scottish slang for the weapon used to do it, is a chib."

"My God," Adelaide cried. "I'm sorry. I can't believe people can be so evil."

"I would think you had a pretty good idea of how evil a person can be," Chibs told her.

She stared at him a moment, not sure how to respond.

"I know you were attacked," Chibs confessed in a gentle tone. "I've seen the bruises and cuts on your body. I've heard you crying out in your sleep, begging 'Liam' to not hurt you. "

Adelaide's breath caught in her chest. How could I have been so careless, she thought. He could easily find out about Liam and lead him here—even unintentionally. I have to play dumb, for now.

"I…I-I," she stammered, "I don't know any Liam. I must've just been having a nightmare."

"Okay, obviously, we should have this conversation at another time," Chibs said, immediately detecting her lie. "I understand. You're scared and ya find it hard to trust someone ya just met. But I promise, Adelaide, whoever he is… He will not get anywhere near ya. But you're gonna have to help us. We need to know more about him in order to keep him away from ya."

A tear fell down Adelaide's cheek and her lip trembled. "I-I…can't. You don't understand. He…h-he…"

Chibs leaned toward her and placed a finger over her full lips, "Shhh. You don't have to do this right now," he whispered. "Just rest. We'll talk this out later, yeah?"

She nodded shakily, and he gave her a comforting smile. Reaching up a little further, he gently swiped at the tear on her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You're gonna be okay. We won't let anyone hurt ya."

He turned to move away from her to return to his chair next to the bed, but Adelaide took his hand and gently tugged him back down to the bed's surface. "What is your real name," she asked. "Would you mind telling me?"

He gazed into her eyes a moment before reaching up and tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, "It's Filip."

"Would you mind if I called you Filip," she asked softly. "I mean… I just… I think calling you by your nickname feels almost like I'm condoning what was done to you."

He smiled slightly and nodded, "You can call me whichever you want, lass. Either one is fine with me."

Adelaide returned his smile, "Thank you…Filip. For everything. I'd probably be dead if not for you." Reflexively, she reached up and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, bestowing him with a hug.

He was taken aback, yet Chibs couldn't help but take pleasure in the feel of the woman's arms around him. He returned her embrace and stroked his hand over her hair. "Get some sleep," he whispered near her ear. "I'll stay in one of the other dorms so I'll be nearby if you need anything."

He finally pulled away, and caught the dazed expression on Adelaide's face. He knew then something was going to happen between them. She was as affected by his presence as he was by hers. In truth, he wanted her. She was beautiful, seemed kind and warm-hearted. He'd never felt as affected by a woman as he did with Adelaide. Not even with Fiona, or Allie. He shook his head of the thoughts and stood from the bed. "Goodnight, lass."

"Goodnight, Filip."

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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

Brianne O'Connor's life takes a thrilling turn when she becomes entwined with the infamous Charming's Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. Amidst the brotherhood, she finds an unexpected connection with the charismatic Scottish member, Chibs. As their bond deepens, Brianne starts to believe in a chance at happiness, until her haunting past resurfaces, threatening to shatter her newfound peace. But it is revealed that the Sons' loyalty and protectiveness run deep, and they're ready to stand against any danger to safeguard what they hold dear.

The Crimson Horizon masterlist:

Prologue/Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Fanfic edits:

Fanfic edit #1

Fanfic edit #2

Chibs edit - not mine! credits to the owner!

Note #1 Brianne's faceclaim is changed to Rachelle Lefevre

#sons of anarchy #bobby munson #chibs telford #clay morrow #jax teller #theo rossi #tig trager #tommy flanagan #chibs telford fic #chibs x oc #filip telford

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hi I'm 33 female writer looking for any 18+ writing partners for discord for the Sons Of Anarchy and Charlie Hunnam fandom. I only double up for roleplay.

I am looking for a Jax Teller or Opie Winston to rp against my OC. Other ships I will roleplay for you.

Jax Teller x OC

Opie Winston x OC

Opie x Lyla

Clay x OC

Gemma x OC

Jax x Wendy

Chibs x OC

Juice x OC

Dr. Alan Mcmichael (Crimson Peak) x OC

William Miller (Triple Frontier) x OC

Stanley Kaminski (Jungleland) x OC

Ray (The Gentlemen) x OC

Shantaram (Lin Ford) x OC

Raleigh (Pacific Rim) x OC

Nicholas Nickleby x OC

I'm in the EST time zone. We can talk about reply length and how often to reply upon discussion.

If interested and serious just like this or comment on this post and I'll reach out to you.

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[abbatoirablaze]

Son's Of Mothers, A Mother's Day Drabble

Word Count: 434

Warnings:  none

“Alright, ya little fuck, come here!”

“You always use that tone with him?”

The Scotsman turned around embarrassed as he looked to the mother of his child, “Allie cat…I thought you were workin’ love.”

“I realized I forgot my phone,” she said with a smirk as she looked at Chibs and Declan.  She bit her lip as he fought with the infant, trying to get him tucked into his onesie, “you always that creative with your language around the baby?”

“Oh ‘e knows what he’s doing,” Chibs said, looking at their cooing baby boy.  Alicia came into the room and looked to see that it was a cute little onesie that had been made to look like a tux, “no, don’t look at em, Allie cat.  It’s a surprise.”

“Why is our son dressed like a little penguin?”  she asked with a smirk, “what are you planning, Filip?”

“It’s a tux for christs sake,” he growled playfully, “I was gonna surprise you at work with him and we were going to take you out to lunch.  You know.  A proper Mother’s Day surprise.”

“In a tux?”

“Well Mikey vetoed my idea of making Declan a kutte,” he grunted with a frown, “though your dad liked the idea of a kutte more.”

“Remind me to give Mikey a bigger allowance when I get paid,” she said, the smirk still tugging on her lips.  Chibs gave her a frown, and she pulled her old man to her, “you don’t need to do anything for me, Fillip.  I don’t mind that I have to work on Mother’s Day.  Just like I don’t mind that we didn’t plan anything.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a mother,” he said firmly, “I’m gonna wine and dine you in one way or another.  I’ve had this planned for a while.”

“Isn’t you wining and dining me how we ended up with him?” she teased. 

He smirked, “I believe you had firmly supplied your own wine when we conceived this gorgeous little lad.  By the time I got there, you had nearly killed the bottle.”

“You’re right,” she laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling away from him and going to her night table where her phone sat, still on the charger, “no wine.”

“Fine, but there’s already flowers at your office.”

“Lilies, baby’s breath, and a rose?”

“Nothing but the best for you, love.”

She smiled, her hand reaching out to touch her giggling son’s face, “you know…one day…I wouldn’t mind another one of him…”

“Oh, you just say the word,” he smirked, “I’m reared and ready to go, Allie cat.”

#soa #soa chibs #sons of anarchy #samcro #teller morrow #filip chibs telford #filip telford #chibs x oc #chibs imagine #chibs x reader #chibs telford

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

🤔 💡Okay, how about...

Chibs, Smut and the line "I really like your toes."

(I've always felt line Chibs was a freak...with the ability to talk a lass into an-y-thing!!)

Bless his heart. *snicker-snicker*

You request for Chibs?!?! You requests for our Scottish sliver fox?!?!?! Love, love for you one million years!!!!!

Drabble Masterlist

Louboutins

Contains: Fluff, smut (discussion on fantasy, hints at foot/shoe stuff)

266 Words

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Chibs loves to spoil you

"Red bottoms Lass, really?"

You shook your head, "they're not real, I bought cheap shoes and spray painted the bottoms red. But I'm not saying you can't buy me any."

Chibs chuckled, "really, well then, we should head to the Louboutin store on Mainstreet and I'll get you whatever you want."

You shook your head as you sat down to slip on the shoes, "no need to be like that Chibby, we can get them next time we go to Oakland."

Chibs smiled, "alright." He sat down next to you and took one shoe from your hand, slipping it over your foot.

"I think we should stop by the fancy women's suit place on the way too."

You tilted your head, "you got something in mind?"

He licked his lips, "yeah, you in open toe Louboutins, in a fancy bright pink suit, bent over the desk in our home office trying to make up for your fraud."

You pressed your lips together in an effort to stay composed, "what fraud and why open toed?"

"Well, these aren't real and we have a strict dress code. As for the open toe, I really like your toes."

You felt your face get hot, "I can work with that, you better come up with a less vague fantasy thought." You kicked off one shoe and pressed it to his inner thigh, "does this do it for you?"

His eyes darkened, "fuck going out, walk yourself to the bedroom and strip." He paused, handing you the shoe you had removed, "and y/n."

"Yes Chibs?"

He smirked, "leave the shoes on."

Fin

#sons of anarchy #chibs telford #Philip telford #sons of anarchy imagine #chibs x reader #chibs imagine #samcro #fluff #sons of anarchy fluff #chibs x oc #chibs smut

[kitty-of-mischief]

Chibsy drabble

(This is a drabble mindless shameless self insert fic with the sexy Scotsman we all know and love. No warnings really unless a little stripping bothers ya.  I did some editing and corrections on it but if I miss some, apologies. It was about 2-3am when I wrote this a couple weeks ago. Otherwise, enjoy :D )

@vulgar-display-of-escapism here it is :) 

Another dollar another day, the local watering hole for any and everyone thatt kept Kat's pockets from being empty on her lively hood. The in-laws and outlaws shared this space as if they were equals as they had for many of years. Cherry’s was a strip bar out on the interstate that brought any and every kind of person that could be welcomed there.

Just like any other Friday night, packed with a room full of sweat, testosterone and estrogen. Kat swam between the tables around the karaoke stage and floor crowds but dead center of the room was a raised mini stage with the pole attached to the ceiling. Along with karaoke, they'd have amateur pole dance contests every week. Not only did it turn into a blast every time it brought booming business from in and around Northern California for miles.

"Everyone's getting lit for the pole contest tonight aren't they?" Kat's coworker laughed as she made it back to the bar in a ring of sweat. "This is ridiculous." Kat fanned herself, "I'm going to the back for a fresh shirt." Before she could move however, the familiar roar of motorcycles made her smile, "And do me a favor, sweetie. Go clear out the round booth near the stage, thats the VIP table for them." With a smirk she headed to the back. 

Outside, the group of riders with a reaper on their backs were shutting off their bikes and parking them on the side of the building that always stays reserved just for them. With cheers and pats as more of the brothers from other chapters were rolling in and parking, the guys were agreeing to a good time. 

"Alright boys, let's show our brothers the second home away from the clubhouse. Gemma's in her office so queen crow is here. Boys, be on your best behaviors okay?" They all chorus replies to Clay, the chapter president as they all head inside with their chapter brothers. 

Cheers echo through the bar as they grace the common people with their presence. Kat emerged from the back in a black crop top with the bottom fringed out and sleeves scrunched up on her shoulders to pair with her camo washed denim shorts. She fluffed her fresh copper-burnt curls and grinned when two of the boys hoisted her up on their shoulders. 

"There's my boys, finally. Was thinking you lot were not showing up." She giggled while they helped her back down. "We couldn't stay away sugar. Plus, there's a lonely Scotsman who's been pining about ya all week long." Clay said while hugging her and turning her towards said Scotsman, Filip 'Chibs' Telford. Her kryptonite. "Lass, the hair. Yer looking beautiful, all red like and those precious curls." Chibs grinned as she slid her hands inside his cut for a hug. "God, ye smell lovely tonight." He rests his head on top of hers and makes her giggle as he runs his hands up and down her back. "Why you boys must bring this charming lad around me, you know it gets you everything you want." She sighs while laying her head on him. "I gotta work, we got the pole dance contests starting in an hour. Your booth is being cleaned and ready for you fellas." "Appreciate it, sugartits." Chibs said while resting a hand on her backside. "Yer mine an' ah'm gon' let em all know tonite." "You better because next time, I'm going with you to the clubhouse and we're gonna let all them nasty little crow eaters know I'll kill em and I'm your old lady." Kat sasses at him and he makes a 'o' face at the boys. "Go sit down, I'll bring drinks." The boys hooting and hollering all the way to their table while patting Chibs on the back. Kat grinned while going to the coolers behind the bar.

"Beers for my boys." Kat sets the tray down in front of them at the booth a few minutes later. "And Jameson for my old man." She slides a glass over to him with a smirk as he flashes a sly grin and pulls her into his lap. "Rough week baby?" "Mmm the worst. Need'd ta see my girl. And my girls." He runs a hand across her stomach, ghosting closely to her chest while placing kisses to her cheek making her squirm in his lap. "We missed you too. I'm off all weekend if you want to take me back to Charming with you tonight?" She combed her fingers through his soft salt-n-pepper locks. "Ah'm not bout ta say na' to my old lady riding back wit me tonight. Nah mor drinks fer me then." He said while moving the glass away from him. "Keepin ya safe." "Well since it's getting all official. Can I still have my little fun tonight? I was gonna surprise ya with entering the contest because I know there's bound to be talk." She continues to comb her fingers in his hair and he softens up at her touch. "Lass, if it involves ye on that pole up there shaking that cute lil arse of yers, Ah'll be rite by the stage. I ma' git a bit territorial of ya but ah'll never keep you from fun." He places a finger under her chin and turns her towards him. "Promise."

They share a quick peck on the lips before Kat unwillingly gets up from his lap and goes to the back to the changing area where a few girls are preparing up for the contest.

"Alrightttt ladies and gentlemen, are yall ready for the evening's entertainment?" The male emcee for the night got it going. Predominantly the roar of males through the entire bar were cheering for the pole dance contest. "Our amateur ladies are making their last touches on outfits and such so we shall discuss our rules and judges. Tonight, the boys of the Charming Samcro chapter have volunteered their services to declare the winner of the contest!" Cheers lit up the room once more. "Now, the theme for tonight seems to be a country for each lady so we have beauties from all around the world tonight on the pole. Boys, I'm so sorry you have the heavy burden to judge." Jax, Opie, Chibs, Bobby and Juice all waved and cheered for the responsibility. 

"Each gal has picked a song to walk out to and such, they will give a show for the duration of it and anything goes but no one touches any of the girls for any reason." The emcee said with all serious in his tone, "I do not want any trouble tonight for the girls or for our honored guests. Now are yall ready!?" 

The contest got underway with a few girls ahead of Kat's performance. She smirked while doing her last looks in the mirror and bouncing her curls before pulling her silken robe around herself and going to the lineup area. The girl before her chose "Porn Star Dancing" as her song and Kat couldn't help as she dances a little bit on the side of the stage while smirking at the judges table. Chibs doesn't even have his eyes on the current girl dancing as his eyes are watching her, fueled by curiosity of what could be beneath her robe. With a grin, she clapped for the girl finishing up and felt the butterflies now as she was about to show off her assets to the whole bar. 

"Alright gents, we finally got her talked into getting up here on the pole! Everyone's favorite little bartender here at Cherry's. Kitty's gonna give us a show of a lifetime!!!" 

The beginning of Fat Bottomed Girls started playing and the crowd went wild as she approached the pole with her hips swaying out, most especially for her one and only old man in the center of the judge's table. She stomped a bit with the beat and got everyone going for a moment. She wasn't skinny like the other girls and she knew it but she held it confidently and had practiced several nights alone in the bar so it was finally time to show it off. She laid her hand on the pole and hooked a leg around to spin just a little bit, teasing the crowd a bit. With a smile and a bite of her lip, she untied the little material that held the robe up and could hear the group gasp as it dropped. Whistles, catcalls and all kinds of mutterings around but the Samcro boys had their eyes on Chibs whose jaw was on the floor. Custom-made outfit clung to her assets with the bra and panties proudly flying the Scottish flag. 

"Sweet jesus." Chibs muttered as she got on with her dancing of twists and spins that he didn't know she could do. 

With a final spin, she stopped and leaned with her back to the pole her hips swaying left to right and slowly, agonizingly slowly to Chibs, slid down the pole into the splits for her finish and the whole club roared aloud but she kept the garments on for her dance, the only one to do so because she had respect for her old man and no one else got to see what was covered except his eyes in private settings. She pulled her robe back on though despite the crowd's dismay and whispered to the emcee before going off stage. 

"So that was the astonishing performance from Kat, who just said she's ineligible for the prize and just wanted to give her old man a good show." The crowd groaned at the fact she was taken but Chibs sat there happily grinning with the boys laughing around him. 

"Ah that's ma' lady!" Chibs proudly yelled and stood up, receiving cheers a bit but some mumbling assholes near the stage glared at him in jealous rage. Kat came back to the area with her clothes on and found her way behind the judges table. Quietly she slipped up behind him and wrapped her arms over his shoulders to which he pulled her around on his lap and she found out just how much he enjoyed it as she felt the bulge in his pants. "Yer so god damn beautiful, luffie." 

"Good to know that I'll have my prize later. Gemma told me I'm done for the night because both my tip jars are stuffed full now so she's letting Maddie take over for me." Kat hooks her arm around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder. "Half the room ran fer the jars instead of throwin' it atcha on stage. Bet they regret it nah they know ye got an old man." He rubbed circles on his back, "I was just waiting fer ye to get done. We can go get ya stuff for the weekend and head back to Charming." 

And just like that, despite all the scantly clad women in waiting for the contest, booze, and bro time that was to be had, Chibs would leave it all just to head out with her. She placed her hands on his cheeks gently caressing over them as she placed a passionate kiss to his lips. He cared not for the rest around as he held her close. She pulled away with a smile.

"Let's get out of here and go home, old man." She patted his chest and got up. They both said goodnight to the boys and received a few looks before going to retrieve her pay for the night and heading out the door. "Gemma said she'll drive my car to Charming since she rode with me today." "Lookit ye, already in gud order wit the queen herself." He smirked while handing her the helmet for the ride. "Ye said ye was hungry right?" "I'm starving, my love. I had to keep from bloating my stomach for that performance tonight so I haven't ate today." She snapped her chinstrap in place just as she received a smack to her rear-end. "Wit 'ave ah told ye bout skimmin' on food?" He put his hands on his hips and gave her a stern look. "It was one day I swear. Just today. I'm gonna stuff my face with greasey interstate breakfast food I promise." She looked down like she was being scolded. "Ye better. Cannae 'ave these girls going away." He laid his hands on her chest so gently and moved them down her to her hips. "Or this beautiful arse goin' anywhere." She leaned into him when he grabbed her rear and made soft incoherent noises. "Let's get the food to-go please." She mumbled while he grins and gets on the bike with her following after him. He kicks the bike over and they speed off down the highway on their midnight ride.

~ Chibs got the door open for them, exhausted from what should have been forty five minutes turned into two hours later than expected as they couldn't wait for home to get a piece of one another. Chibs dropped their things off before he went to the door to meet Kat who brought the rest of their things and tiredly smiled at him as he took it from her. She slumped against the doorframe as she fumbled to get her calf-high boots off, sighing in relief when they are off. With ease she walks a bit to get the cramps out of her feet and legs, striding to the kitchen with their food. Whether it's 3 am or 3pm, they will have their food at the table together. Setting their meals up in their containers, she grabbed a couple utensils and set them on the table. She went to go change into a more comfy set of a shirt and sleep shorts she brought with her while waiting for Chibs to finish checking in with the club. 

Chibs came inside after he had talked to Clay for a moment and rubbed his tired face before looking over to see Kat in his shirt and her shorts, waiting patiently at the dinner table with a smile for him. He kicked his boots off by the door and shuffled over to join her so they could eat a quick bite before they put the leftovers up for morning and went to their room. Kat climbed into bed while Chibs got himself ready for bed. She snuggled under the blanket and rested her head partially on his pillow. He came and joined her in his light sleep pants and she curled right into him with ease for a night of rest to have the stamina for their usual morning routine of waking each other up.

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Anyone up for some late night roleplaying?

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I haven't seen this around but here I go Jax finds out he has twin daughters from an old friend who he had a relationship with friends with benefits but she left Charming after getting into a good college out of state or so he thought she did get accepted into college three different colleges but wasn't able to go to college because she found out she was pregnant and not wanting her children to be involved with their father's lifestyle she left I am writing it right now but I'm also at work so hopefully I'll have some time to post it

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Now That I Have You: Chibs Telford X OC Fic. Chapter One

This was the very first fic I wrote for this fandom like a million years ago. I'm currently giving it a rewrite/edit on A03, but thought I'd post it as I'm editing in case anyone wanted to check it out. Not sure it's my best work but it was my first.

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Molly Garrett let out a sigh pure irritation taking over as she turned the key in her little rundown blue Volkswagen bug. The ignition sputtered a few times as the car struggled to come to life.

Her honey blonde bangs hung in her dark eyes, damp from the heat of California sun and her lack of air conditioner. She struggled to bring her sad old car to life grumbling under her breath.

"Shit." She blurted out as the car sputtered a few more times refusing to start up. She widened her eyes realizing the word that had just slipped out of her mouth.

She glanced in her review mirror looking at the little boy strapped into the backseat clutching a Spiderman action figure.

Cursing wasn't exactly a good habit to have in front of a five year old boy who would more than likely pick up on the impolite language.

"Sorry baby. Don't say ever say that word okay." She apologized not surprised that the boy didn't respond to her.

Mason hadn't spoken in days. This entire situation hadn't been easy on either one of them.

Thinking about how frightened her little guy was made her want to break down. Her son was the most important thing in her life. Mason was her world.

She closed her eyes holding back the tears; she had sobbed enough in the past few years for a lifetime. Her son needed her to stay strong.

Molly let out a laugh feeling a small victory as her poor little bug finally came to life. She took a final glance in the review mirror making sure that Mason had remembered to fasten his seatbelt.

She smiled at the sight of the family dog sitting up beside Mason, a little fat female pug named Rocket. The poor dog was panting just as hot as her masters.

Molly made sure the coast was clear hoping that she could see as well as she thought she could around the small Uhaul trailer. The uhaul was hitched to the back of her bug blocking most of her view. She said a small prayer as she pulled out of the McDonalds' parking lot.

They had to eat cheap for this road trip, so cheap burgers and fries had been on the menu for days now. Luckly there was a McDonalds everywhere and that was often the easiest thing to get a five year old to eat.

She felt a little irresponsible letting Mason eat so much unhealthy food, but she reminded herself that it was just for this trip. As soon as they got settled she could get him back on a more well rounded diet.

Today all she'd managed to get down for lunch was a crappy salad and an iced tea. It had been the cheapest thing on the menu. At least Mason had eaten all of his chicken nuggets though. It seemed to be his favorite food and she'd hoped that it would cheer him up.

It would be okay, she reminded herself. Once they got to California and she was able to start her new job at Saint Thomas then everything would come together.

Charming, California seemed to be the perfect place to start anew. She'd sent in her application to several hospitals all over the country, but Charming had caught her eye and much to her relief the local hospital there had hired her on the spot with just a phone interview.

She'd chosen her new home partially for the name; Charming. It was silly she knew picking a home because of its name, but what better place than to start a new life than in a place called Charming?

At twenty seven years old, Molly Garrett finally felt like she was starting her life on her own terms.

She had faith that it would be a better life; a safer life for her son and her. She hoped and prayed that it would be a life that would hopefully be free of the violence they'd both long endured.

She'd escaped an almost six long years in a marriage from hell with a man who hit first and asked questions later.

Brian Parker had seemed like a sweet guy at first, Molly and he had met in college both in their final year. He had swept her off of her feet and had seemed to be a good match for her.

She'd been impressed by her husband when they first met. She's felt like he was a practical prince thanks to his affluence and his gentlemanly charm. She was just a poor girl on scholarship who had grown up in a trailer right outside of New Orleans with a single working mother and two siblings. She had come from so little and Brian had come from so much in comparison.

Brian came from a nice wealthy family; he had a promising future at a job at a nice well-established real estate firm. The job was at a firm that his family had owned for years. He'd grown up with privilege and he'd been so willing to share that privilege with Molly. He'd showered her with gifts and promises.

He had promised her a comfortable life with a nice safe home and a future full of children and maybe someday grandchildren. She could admit she'd been blinded by both the promises and the presents he'd bestowed upon her. He'd made her feel so special to be worthy of such expensive nice things. He'd given her jewelry and nice shopping sprees. It was more than she'd ever known. She felt like a fool looking back seeing how he'd showered her with such things and love bombed her as a way to lure her in

Two months after dating Brian, Molly had become pregnant. Soon after she'd found out she was carrying his child, they'd gotten married. She had been so excited starting a life with a man who she was sure would protect her from all of life's horrors.

It had turned out though that the only horror she would have to fear would be her husband.

The violence hadn't started until Mason was two. No he hadn't been always kind to her before that but it was the first time he'd put his hands on her at least in a violent act. He'd been belittling to her up until that point and sex had at times felt like something she was pressured into. She'd always blamed herself for his verbal abuse and had been in denial about the lack of consent in some of their sexual acts. She'd told herself she was ungrateful and horrible to deny him and when he'd insulted her she'd believed that it was her fault. She'd been taught to believe that she was so less worthy than him. She'd been conditioned to think that she was just the poor piece of trailer trash that he'd given an opportunity to rise above her station. When he lashed out at her, she told herself that it was her fault. The act of physical violence had stunned her.

Molly had excused the violence the first time it'd happened. She'd made excuses for her husband.

She'd tried to tell herself that Brian was under a lot of stress; his temper had just gotten the better of him. His father was his boss and he was the prodigal son expected to be a model employee and that wasn't easy when he was trying to support a young family.

Brian had apologized to her, promised her it would never happen again, but he'd lied. It seemed that his temper got the better of him over and over again. Soon the physical abuse was as just as regular of an occurrence and the emotional and sexual violence

It was the same cycle over and over again. He would apologize and claim he was a changed man or worst convince her that it had all been her fault really. When she thought about leaving he'd lure her back in. She would come back to him hoping against hope that this time would be different. It was insanity she knew; believing that each time would be different. Wasn't that the definition of insanity though; doing the same action over and over again expecting a different result?

She knew that she should have left the second Brian hit her but she'd been blinded by naïvety and a poor sense of self worth. Honestly she knew she should have been out the door the second he started to mistreat her verbally. She'd been blinded by him though. It felt as though she'd been under a spell.

Brian had killed her self-esteem telling her that no man would ever love her like him. No man would ever want her especially after she'd had a kid. She was his and that was that. He reminded her of how lucky she was; how privileged she was to have the life he provided.

Molly had had believed him for three long years. She'd hidden it all from family and friends and from Mason as well. She had played a happy loving wife pretending that her life was just peachy with her adorable son in her husband's nice old house.

Her breaking point had been when Brian had struck her in front of her baby. He'd had a long day at work and she'd made a mistake in his eyes by not having dinner waiting on the table when he got home.

Her brother had discovered the bruises on her body. Jack Garrett was no fool. Her brother knew about the violence and he'd tried to talk his baby sister into leaving time and time again. He'd even threatened to call the police.

Molly had finally started to see the light after that beating, and had started to listen to her brother. She had enlisted him in helping her leave, helping her find a job far away.

Brian found out about her plans to leave somehow, he had made her pay for ever thinking about leaving him. Bruising her body and cracking one of her ribs.

The abuse that night had been severe more severe than it had ever been. Mason had witnessed the entire thing.

The boy had witnessed his mother on the floor crying begging him to go upstairs and play. He'd watched as she'd cried out telling him that it was all okay when it clearly wasn't.

The boy had been silent since that night. Her body still ached from the violence her soon to be ex-husband had put her through.

It was as though a light switch had gone off in her brain when the violence had ended. She'd looked in the mirror studying her battered body when it hit her; she knew that she couldn't live like this. This wasn't a way to live; it was a way to die. If she stayed she would die and if she died her child would be left without his mother to protect him.

She had to save her baby from this life and from his father. She had no doubt that without her there to protect Mason, that Brian would turn the violence onto his child. He was already neglectful of the boy at best. Without her there to shield her child the anger Brian had inside him would have nowhere to find an outlet other than his son.

The morning after that beating, Molly's sister Candace had helped her pack up her things while Brian was at work. The two women had stuffed what little she had into a Uhaul trailer. She had left setting out west that night leaving her old life behind without a trace.

Candace had wanted her to stay in New Orléans, but Molly knew that she couldn't stay in Louisiana. The only way Mason and she would be safe would be if they disappeared.

That had been a week ago. Molly and Mason had been on the road for a week now and we're finally right outside of Charming heading for the rental home she'd recently signed the lease on.

The little house wouldn't be much; just a tiny two-bedroom house with one bathroom and a kitchenette and joined living area. It was dainty but in a quiet neighborhood.

Jack had found the rental for her; he'd been the one responsible for setting up her new life, arranging her lease and cosigning for her. She just hoped that someday she'd be able to find a way to repay her big brother. The home would not be much but it would be hers and that made it feel like a dream come true.

The little rental property was a big step down from the sprawling old plantation home that Brian and she had lived in for years. It had been in his family for decades a grand home that she had been so entranced by when they'd first married.

The people she knew had all been so jealous of her life; not realizing that it was a lie. Behind the old glorious home and fine lifestyle, it had been years of pain and fear.

She just hoped that the fear was over. The pain had to be over and it could never happen again, she told herself.

This was a new life. She knew that she had to make it work, not just for her but for Mason. Her baby boy deserved a good happy life. They both were worthy of a good life.

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Molly rushed to get Mason ready for his first day of daycare. It was summer time so he wouldn't be able to start school for a few more months at least.

So for now the hospital's daycare would have to do. She had managed to land a job as a phlebotomist.

People were often a little freaked out once they found out that she drew blood for a living. She used to joke that she was the resident hospital vampire at her old job in Louisiana. She was always amazed Brian had even allowed her to maintain a job back home. She guessed he liked the way her job made him look. He'd been able to brag that his wife worked in healthcare and was so giving and kind. Her accomplishments at work made him sound better to those he wanted to impress. He'd been able to present them as a hardworking couple successful in their own careers. It was a career she loved. She knew now that her career was hers alone. She had worked hard for it. She was responsible for her accomplishments. Brian didn't get to take credit for her hard work.

She knelt down in front of Mason straightening his dark hair noticing that it had gotten a little too shaggy, but he wasn't too keen on hair cuts. His dark hair was one feature he'd inherited from his father.

For the most part Mason took after her; they shared the same hazel eyes, the same slightly round face, and the same smaller features such as their noses.

Molly spoke trying to sound cheerful and not stressed. "You're going to have a fun day today. You'll meet a ton of new friends, I bet. You're going to have such a blast. Maybe mommy can meet some new friends too. I bet we're both going to have a good day today."

Mason didn't reply. He only nodded his head as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

She pulled at her blue hospital scrubs knowing that she looked like hell. She hadn't had the time to straighten her hair, so she'd just pulled it back into a messy bun.

At least she'd managed to put on a little makeup though. So hopefully she didn't look like the walking dead. She knew she was exhausted though. She knew that the exhaustion would be all worth it. This was the first day of the rest of her life.

She hadn't had much time to unpack anything the night before. She'd spent all day before unloading the uhaul on her own. The first thing she'd made sure to do was unpack Mason's bedroom.

Her bed still remained disassembled and most of their belongings remained in boxes around the rental home. She had slept by Mason's side the night before, in his little bed on his Spiderman comforter. They'd eaten cheap pizza the night before surrounded by boxes and watching kid's movies on the portable dvd player she'd packed.

The little house was not what she'd hoped for. It was so hot inside that it felt like an oven. She had spent hours on the phone trying to get a hold of her landlord. She'd hoped that he could come take care of the problem, but so far she had been unsuccessful. He dodged her calls until finally making an excuse that it would take a while to get someone out to look at the problem. She'd been told that she was just one of the many properties her landlord owned, so she would have to be patient.

For now it seemed that Mason and she would just have to sweat it out and make do.

She took Mason's hand in hers as they left the house. She held the one hand that wasn't clutching his action figure.

The Spiderman toy seemed to be a comfort to him. He brought the toy everywhere he went. He even slept with it like it was some kind of teddy bear. She'd worried he might leave it at the daycare, but he seemed unwilling to even consider parting with it this morning. She was willing to allow him the comfort despite her concerns about a misplaced forgotten toy.

Molly turned on the radio to an alternative rock station as soon as they got into the car, hoping that she could entice Mason into his favorite activity. He loved to sing along with the radio though he was too young to get most of the lyrics right.

It always managed to make her smile seeing him sing along like he didn't have a care in the world. She lived to see her child happy. It had been the one thing that kept her going throughout her marriage to Brian. Her child had been a lifeline through the misery.

Her smile failed to come though as Molly glanced in the backseat and spotted her silent son.

She shook her head as she pulled out of her driveway hoping that maybe the daycare would help Mason come out of his shell.

She feared that Mason might never recover from what he'd witnessed. He was afraid, she knew that.

She had done her best to explain things to him in a way that a five year old would understand.

Molly had told him that they were going on an adventure, to a place called Charming. They were going somewhere where he would meet new people and get to live in a whole new house. She'd tried to sound upbeat and make it sound as though they were doing something so grand. She'd tried to keep positive hoping that it would hide her anxieties and fears.

She had been unsure what to say about Brian. Molly knew that the time would come when she would have to explain to Mason why he had seen daddy hurt mommy and why daddy wasn't here with them.

She just hoped that she could find a way to explain it all. It wasn't right, a five year old child having to see something that horrible. She felt so guilty for letting him witness it all. Deep down inside she knew Brian was the only one to blame for his actions. She knew she had been a victim in this.

She hated herself for exposing her beloved child to something so terrible though. She felt pure shame for allowing herself to stay with a monster out of fear.

Molly took a deep breath knowing that she would never allow that to happen again. No one would ever lay a hand on her or her baby ever again.

This was the right choice, she reminded herself. She was doing the right thing.

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Of course Molly's bug chose that morning to get a flat tire. She was just lucky that she made it to a garage before she got herself into a wreck. She had to think it was a miracle that there happened to be an auto mechanics close enough to reach. Perhaps God was looking out for her? She had to hope someone was looking out for her despite the flat tire.

Chibs Telford raised an eyebrow as a pathetic looking Volkswagen Bug pulled into the parking lot of TM Auto.

The car was a sad sight; the paint on the right side was chipped and fading and the transmission sounded just awful.

It was still early; the garage hadn't even opened yet. He had come in early though wanting to bury himself in his work to avoid thinking about his personal troubles. He was thankful for the work even if the garage was still technically not open. He knew that he could manage to get the owner of the car checked in and take care of business despite the closed sign on the door. He was grateful for the distraction of work. It was a relief to his over exhausted brain and aching heart.

Chibs made his way over to the car as it came to a stop and a young woman opened the drivers' side door giving him a smile.

"I've gotten myself into a real mess." Molly stated giving the man who was slowly approaching her a sheepish smile.

She ran reached up tucking her side bangs behind her ear as the man spoke. "I'd say I agree love. How are ya even runnin that thing?"

She raised an eyebrow a little taken back by his Scottish accent, and the word love. She had expected to hear neither from the mechanic. A Scottish accent was an odd thing to encounter in Northern California

Molly felt her cheeks flush as she found herself staring at the thin scars along the Scotsman's cheeks. She looked away fearing that he thought she was rude for staring. She mentally scolded herself for being so rude. She'd been raised with far better manners than to gawk at something someone couldn't help. She felt like a jerk for even staring away making so clear she'd been gawking.

Chibs wasn't surprised that she turned her eyes away from him after staring for a bit.

He had long ago become accustomed to people's reactions to the scars Jimmy O' had given him before he'd taken Chibs' family and banished him from Ireland.

The pain had finally ended now that he'd gotten his revenge. Now that Jimmy O' was dead and gone and he knew that his girls were safe.

He tried not to let his mind focus on his girls for too long. His girls made his heart ache more than ever lately. He knew they were safe but they were so far away. Things had changed between his girls and he so quickly.

Fiona and he had come to an agreement just a few months ago; their marriage was over. There wouldn't be a divorce on Fiona's insistence. In Catholicism marriage was a sacrament that couldn't be broken, so divorce wasn't an option...or that was what Fiona had claimed. Chibs felt bitter over the refusal to even consider the divorce. He felt bitter about it all to be honest. It hurt though he knew in the end it was right...ending the estranged relationship entirely...agreeing to just be coparents to Kerrianne.

It had hurt losing the wife he had so long pined for. No, he'd not been faithful to her during their time apart. He'd allowed himself to fall into the chaos of SAMCRO and the women who serviced the club. His heart had belonged to Fiona though. It felt painful to realize that his heart could no longer be hers. He had no idea where to place that love now.

At least he still got to see his Kerrianne. He made a trip to Belfast as often as he could to see his soon to be fifteen year old daughter, hoping that they could build the type of relationship a father and daughter should have.

Kerrianne had been told so many lies about her father, by Jimmy. It had been hard for Chibs to convince her that her da was a good man despite his status as an outlaw biker. He'd done his best to prove his love and devotion to her. He'd allowed her to remain in Belfast knowing it was her home. He'd sacrificed the chance to take her back to the states with him. He'd given up that dream letting her remain in her home knowing it was what she needed.

As time went by and Kerrianne and he became close. They spoke on the phone weekly and developed a relationship. He sent her gifts often. It felt as though a void that had long existed in his heart had finally been filled. He was getting a chance to be a father. He loved having his little girl back in his life again.

Chibs could admit that he was a little taken back by Molly's accent as well. It was distinctly southern; strange to hear in Northern California.

He was also taken back by the woman's features; he would be lying if he tried to say that she wasn't a beautiful woman.

She wasn't very tall she barely came up right at the center of his chest. Although she was petite she had a nice figure, full hips and breasts. He could spot the figure even in the unattractive scrubs she wore. Her hair was a dark blonde; almost the color of honey and her eyes were a pretty hazel.Her complexion was milky and smooth looking. Her hands seemed petite and her short nails were painted a lovely shade of lilac.

He found himself glancing down at her left hand at her ring finger. He was a little shocked that there was no ring there. Still though that didn't mean that she was single.

A girl like that had to have a man somewhere. He felt foolish for even looking for a ring. He knew that even if she had no man in her life. she would probably never want a man like him. It was a foolish hope thinking of her in that way; checking for signs of her being available. He felt like an old fool for even considering her relationship status.

It was her smile that really caught his attention. It was friendly despite the fact that Chibs often intimidated people given his appearance and his ties to Samcro. Usually people didn't smile at him. She had a pleasant smile though her eyes looked tired. He was not accustomed to people smiling at him so politely. The smile made him feel warm inside. He felt silly for the thought; feeling a soft cozy glow under her gaze.

Chibs snapped out of admiring her looks as he managed to speak. "Looks like ya hit a nail on the back right tire... and yer transmission is shite."

"Yeah...like I said, I've gotten myself into a mess...and now I'm late for my first day of work...great." She replied though the last part of her statement seemed to be more to herself than to him.

He was shocked as she opened the backseat and leaned in helping a little boy out of the car. The boy was tiny; delicate. Chibs was certain the kid was small for his age. The boy seemed healthy at least; his hair was dark, loose shaggy curls that made him look angelic. His eyes were identical to Molly's hazel bright and clear. The boy held on to Molly's hand staying close to his mother.

Chibs felt a sense of embarrassment realizing that he'd just cursed in front of a child. Sure he had done far worse in his life but he was sure that the boy's mother wouldn't appreciate his language. He grimaced sure he was about to get an earful about the foul language in front of a child even if had only been one word.

He did his best to give the boy a smile as he spoke up hoping to smooth over any upset he may have caused the kid's mom. "Sorry I said a bad word little lad."

Mason stared wide-eyed at the strange man not saying a word. He moved behind his mother's form hiding from Chibs' gaze.

Molly cleared her throat quickly speaking up trying to explain her son's silence hoping that the Scot didn't take it as rudeness. "He's shy."

Chibs nodded his head understanding. He'd found that most kids that didn't know him well enough were just as intimidated by him as adults were. Which he could admit was hurtful. He had always loved children. He had loved his nephew back in Belfast when the lad had been growing up. He'd spent so much time with him and had appreciated being involved in his life. Now though he knew that most kids tended to shy away from him. They took one look at his face and felt fear. He had found comfort in the Teller boys at least. He liked being Uncle Chibs to them. It had felt healing to be around the boys. He knew Jimmy O' had not taken being Uncle Chibs from him at least when it came to the Teller boys...his heart ached knowing that Jimmy O' had taken his nephew from him though.

Chibs pulled his mind from thoughts of his late nephew as he spoke nodding back to the poor Volkswagen. "We're a bit backed up ere, but I can get yer car in this afternoon. Don' know how long it'll take though, Love. Like I said, we're a wee bit backed up. Lotta wrecks last week, lots of folks coming through for summer trips getting into wrecks. Plus we gotta a few custom bike jobs ahead of ya. I can't promise fast work, but we'll get ya fixed up anyhow."

Molly gave him a smile thankful that her car would be repaired and not break down on her anymore. She spoke taking a look at the name stitched into his gray works shirt: Chibs, she found herself unsure if she should call him that or not. She was quite certain the man's parents had not given him such a name. "Thank you so much...uhm.."

Chibs raised an eyebrow realizing that she was asking his name. He took himself by surprise saying his real name and not the name everyone but his family called him. "Filip."

"Filip." She repeated causing him to do something else that he found astonishing. He felt a genuine smile develop across his face. He couldn't help but to like the sound of his name on her lips.

She spoke again reaching out to take his hand. "I'm Molly and this is Mason."

Chibs nodded in response as he took her hand in his giving it a firm shake, unable but to enjoy how soft her skin felt against his calloused hands.

He was shocked that he was so reluctant to let go of her hand. He shook his head wondering what had gotten into him.

Maybe it was just that he'd been alone for too long. He found himself unable to really get back into the biker lifestyle once Fiona and he had agreed to end their relationship.

All those years Fiona and he had been estranged he had found himself easily falling into a pattern, booze and croweaters.

He'd sleep with any one of the girls who hung around the clubhouse, a different girl just about every night.

Nights of drunken sex with women whose names he couldn't even remember by the next morning no longer felt fulfilling to him.

After Fiona and he had agreed to end their marriage, Chibs had found that he could not sink back into the life of meaningless sex with crow eaters. He had discovered that he just didn't enjoy it anymore. It felt cheap and it made him feel empty. At first he thought that maybe he was just getting old, but then he'd realized something.

He was lonely. He longed for something more, something real. He watched Jax with Tara and Gemma with Nero and he felt so alone. He laid in bed at night without anyone by his side and fretted over his future. He had come to the realization he would die alone without love. He'd so long hoped Fiona and he would reunite but that dream was dead and he knew it was for the best...but it still hurt. He had finally realized that he was truly alone. It was a realization that made his heart ache and yearn.

He felt so foolish but as he stared at the pretty blonde he found himself wondering what it might be like to lie by her side at night. He shook the thought from his mind knowing he was just an old fool. There was no way a woman like her would ever lie by the side of a man like him.  

Molly spoke up as she stared down at her cheap red plastic watch unaware of Chibs' inner turmoil. "Is there a phone I can use?...I need to get a rental car and I need to call Saint Thomas Hospital and explain why I'm late."

Chibs nodded his head not astonished by her workplace. The scrubs made it obvious, there was only one hospital in Charming. He sighed more sure than ever now that she would never have the time of day for him. She was a responsible adult with an important job who would not be interested in the outlaw biker. Sure, he knew Tara had loved Jax despite her mainstream job, but there was history there. Chibs knew he held no history with Molly. They were from two different worlds. She would not want anything to do with his world. 

"I can have someone give ya a lift to the car rental place. As far as a phone, I'm sure I can sort that out too." Chibs stated as he turned getting the attention of one of the prospects motioning over to the man.

He spoke to Ratboy as the man came up to him. "Can ya take Molly and her boy ere down to Davis Rentals, and let er use yer cell too. She needs to call her work."

Molly widened her eyes a little surprised by the friendly gesture of allowing her to borrow a cell phone.

She spoke hoping that it was clear just how thankful she was for the kind action. "Thank you, Filip. I appreciate it more than you know."

Chibs ignored the look on Ratboy's face as he spoke the smile once again developing along his face. "Yer welcome, Love. Just leave yer number with Ratboy here and We'll get to ya when yer cars ready."

Molly nodded trying not to show how strange she thought that the man who was giving her a ride was called Ratboy. What was it with this place and the employee's nicknames? "Thank you so much."

And with that she let the prospect lead her and her son away to a tow truck.

Chibs watched her walk away cursing the yearning in his heart. He told himself he was an idiot for the feeling. He was trying to bat out of his league and he was too beaten down and worn to even dream that he could charm her. Charming her would be foolish. She was a mother and most likely just saw him as the older dirty mechanic who had been providing good customer service.

Chibs was surprised as Mason turned to face him looking at him through the back window as the tow truck pulled away. Mason did the last thing Chibs' had expected considering the kid's silence. He stared as Mason waved.

Chibs raised his hand waving back without having to even think about the action.

He shook his head as the tow truck faded out of view. He let out a sigh trying to knock Molly and her boy out of his mind.

As lovely as he found Molly, there was no point in daydreaming about her ever giving him the time of day.

A girl like that didn't need a man like him.

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CountDown Chapter List

Summary:

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

Beginning         

Not So Happy     

Day After

One Week

Two Bullets

Missing

Three Months

Right Thing?

Let Her Be Happy

Thawing

No Mother

Meeting with the Enemy

Missing Daughter

Not An Angel

Not A Devil

Explainations

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"Her Outlaw Hero" (Sons Of Anarchy-Chibs Chapter fic) Prologue/Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Original Characters in this story. I am only using Kurt Sutter's characters from Sons of Anarchy. He created the characters and the show—I am in no way taking any credit for his creations. This story is for entertainment only. Content/Warnings: Violence against both men and women including rape. Summary:

Adelaide Watson is fleeing Tennessee—on the run from her violent past.

When she has a car accident on a lonely road in Charming, California, she has no choice but to walk to town for help. But help comes to her instead. In a very unexpected way.

Trigger Warning: This chapter has as delicately written a rape scene as was possible. I couldn't get around it unfortunately but I made it as vague as was possible. Just a head's up.

Prologue_Chapter 1

"What are you trying to say, Laidey?"

"It's over, Liam," Adelaide Watson whispered, her voice trembling. She tried to face her soon to be ex-boyfriend bravely from across their dinner table. "I can't let you continue to control my life. You're making me do things I don't feel comfortable with."

Seemingly trying to control his rage, Liam Walker took a deep breath before speaking. "What have I ever done to make you uncomfortable," he asked, more than a hint of condescension in his tone.

Beat me half to death, for one, Adelaide thought sardonically. "Insisting I live with you," she answered instead. "I'm not comfortable with that, especially since we've never had sex. But you forced me to move in anyway. I'm afraid you'll expect sex next, and that can't—won't—happen. Because we're not married. And I don't love you."

"We'll be married soon," Liam stated, taking a sip of his red wine. "I'm sure you'll feel more comfortable with it then."

"We…W-we won't be married soon," she stammered, and then silently scolded herself for her fear. Clearing her throat softly and forcing a bravado she didn't feel, she spoke again, "We're not going to be married ever. I just told you—I don't love you. It's over. I'm through being controlled and beaten—scared to death. I'm taking my life back, Liam."

It all happened in a blur.

In the next instant, the table was flipped effortlessly, and Adelaide felt herself falling backward in her chair. Her head exploded in pain as it smacked down against the hard wood floor.

"No," she whimpered torpidly as Liam grabbed her by the throat. Attempting to fight back, she slapped and clawed at his face in the hopes of freeing herself so she could run. He drew his fist back and drove it into her cheekbone to stun her. When that didn't work well enough, he latched onto a hank of her long, dark hair and drove the back of her head against the floor even harder than the first time it hit.

Adelaide's blue eyes dimmed slightly and her grip on his wrist slipped. More than a little dazed, she melted against the floor and battled the urge to let her eyes fall closed.

"You are mine, Laidey," Liam growled in her ear, "and you WILL do whatever I tell you to. Got that?"

"I…h-hate…you…" Adelaide managed to push the words past her lips and then immediately flinched in preparation for the hard blow that was sure to come. And it did. Lightning quick, he stood to his feet and issued her a hard kick to the rib cage. She cried out softly as the air whooshed from her lungs. She heard a slight cracking sound and fought for a small breath of oxygen to enter her lungs. "L-Liam…please…" she sobbed, pushing futilely at his hard chest. She was vaguely aware of the sound of a zipper, and then her skirt was being hiked up over her hips. She was yanked downward across the floor as he moved his body over hers.

"No," she managed to scream, and began fighting him again. "STOP IT!"

She received a hard slap and then felt her top rip open. Liam lowered his head and buried his face against her chest. Adelaide sobbed, and began striking his head with her balled up fists. This only seemed to enrage him further however, and he pulled her closer against his body, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck.

"No one will have you but me," he snarled in her face as she shrieked. "I'm going to take you, and then kill you. No one else will have you, ever—only me!"

"No," she sobbed softly, "Please, Liam…"

With a sadistic grin, he grabbed hold of her body and pulled it impossibly close against his.

Adelaide's untried body screamed in protest as he proceeded to rape her. She felt a ripping sensation within her body from the fury of his assault. "PLEASE, STOP IT," she screamed, frantic with the need for the pain to stop. Tears streamed from her eyes, but Liam never even paused for her body to adjust to the invasion. She pushed at his chest and shoulders as he moved, but he ignored her struggle and continued his savage invasion of her body.

Adelaide reached up above her head, her hands scrambling, searching for an object—anything to use as a weapon. And in the next instant, her fingers closed around the edging of her heavy, ceramic fruit bowl that had fallen to the floor in their battle.

Immediately, she slammed the bowl down onto his head. He grunted in pain, but it didn't seem to faze him enough for her to get free, so Adelaide brought it down on his head again. And again.

Liam finally slumped against her, fully unconscious. Adelaide nearly succumbed to unconsciousness herself, but forced her eyes to stay open and barely managed to crawl from under Liam's dead weight. Then she quickly grabbed her keys and wallet from the hall table and scrambled for her car.

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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

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Chapter Eight

Life had been kind to Brianne from the moment she impulsively decided to save Chibs, Tig, and Bobby. It was the best decision of her life, now that she looked back, whether or not it was impulsive. Now, five months into her relationship with Chibs, she had been ecstatic. She was riding with the boys, getting more important assignments as the months drew closer and closer to the one-year mark. She had formed good friendships with everyone around, except for Wendy. Speaking off, Jax and Wendy decided to end things, but then Wendy came forward and announced that she was pregnant. However, Jax still things it's not gonna work out between them so he allowed her to stay at their previously shared house and he was spending his nights at the Clubhouse.

Brianne and Chibs' relationship, however, had been smooth sailing. They had taken it slow for the first month, but then something between them shifted and suddenly they were spending nights at each others' places, even for a few nights in a row. Chibs almost had all his stuff at Brianne's apartment at this point. She didn't complain, she loved having him there as much as possible. To fall asleep while he was holding her, then waking up in his arms – it was a dream come true.

They had become the hot topic when it came to teasing, though. And their number one bully? Tig freaking Trager. He was not letting go of the fact that he slept with Brianne before she and Chibs got together and now he's using any chance he could get to mess with the Scotsman. For that one time Brianne was touching up her bike, trying to fix a minor issue. Chibs was by her side, guiding her through the process, explaining which part of the machinery did what and what she needed to look out for. Neither of them noticed Tig and Juice entering. „What are you now, some motorcycle expert or something?" Tig had said jokingly, looking at Brianne.

„She's got some serious skills for this. Quick learner." Chibs shot him a wary smile, hoping that was the end of it. Brianne smiled at the compliment, looking over her handy work.

Tig snickered and Brianne knew right away that he was about to shoot one of his lame jokes. „She's got other skills you're enjoying too, right?" She looked at Tig just in time to see him wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at Chibs and Juice laughing beside him. She rolled her eyes playfully, although she was used to his teasing by now.

„Just let me work on my bike in peace, bastard." She had said, feeling Chibs' supporting hand patting her shoulder.

Being a Prospect for these idiots wasn't easy. Half-Sack got the short end of the stick when it comes to that though. Sometimes she felt sorry for the fella, but there was nothing she could do about it. If she tried to defend him, they would turn their attention to her and start their usual teasing. All in good fun, of course.

Peace doesn't last long though. She wasn't aware of it, but Brianne's past was slowly catching up to her during those few blissfull months, and soon it would finally catch her. That day was scheduled for one of their meetings with Laroy, they have all been gathered at the Clubhouse for a breakfast that Gemma had prepared. They had to collect guns and then transport them straight to Laroy today. Brianne loved it when it was just them, no croweaters, no other charters (although she had nothing against any other charter at this point, they all had to accept her as a Prospect and they did, Clay made sure of that), but it was something special when it was just them. Until it all came crashing down. Gemma had just cleared the table, with the help of the Prospects, when some unfamiliar men burst through the room.

They all had them at gun point and there was no time for any of them to pull out their guns. So they were at the mercy of these people. Brianne's breath stopped midway when she noticed their uniforms. The very familiar logo that she grew up with. Then their leader entered. She felt as if the floor opened, sucking her into the dark hole. They found her. It was all over. The Shadow Hand had arrived. As Declan O'Rourke stood in front of her, smirking, she knew there was no getting out of this alive.

„What a lovely little situation we've got ourselves in here," Declan was looking around the Clubhouse until his eyes landed on Brianne. „Isn't that right Bri?" The Sons looked at each other in confusion. Just who was this guy and how did he know Brianne? „You've got yourself quite a life here in Charming. Shame that it must come to an end."

Brianne clenched her fists, this was not the time to go all soft. She had to protect her club. „I'm afraid yer wrong," She spoke sternly. Chibs watched her focused glare, she seemed different. Like a switch was turned on and she was a different person than she was a few minutes ago. „Ye've got no business here, leave or I'll make ye leave."

Declan laughed suddenly, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. „You were our best operative, Brianne. You know too much, and you've become a liability. You can't just walk away." The truth hurts. She did know too much, but she hadn't been a threat in over four years, why would she risk everything she acquired here, just to spite the organization?

She wasn't that stupid, even they had to know it. „I left that life behind," She spoke. „I won't go back."

Declan chuckled darkly. „Oh, sweetheart, there's no escape from the Shadow Hand. You know that better than anyone." When she didn't budge, he looked around, nodding at his men. Suddenly all the guns were pressed on the back of Sons' heads, even Gemma wasn't spared from that fate. Brianne's demeanor wavered slightly at the sight of her family being put in that position. She whipped out her gun and aimed it at Declan's head. He, in turn, aimed his at Chibs. „Tell you what, you come with us peacefully and I don't blow a hole into his head. Would be a shame if your handsome Scotty died right here, wouldn't it?" Declan watched as Brianne was struggling with her options. He spoke again. „Or you could kill me, but then my men would kill every one of them," He was motioning around at all the faces she grew to love. „You can't save them all in time-„

„Alright!" Brianne shouted, easing the grip on her gun and slowly putting it down. „I'll go with you. Just don't hurt anyone." Declan jerked his head in her direction silently, putting down his gun. The two men, who had their guns aimed at Gemma and Tig, instantly grabbed her by her arms and began pushing her out the door. She didn't have any courage to look at her friends, especially not Chibs. She had messed up by letting herself settle down in the small town of Charming and almost had people she cared about killed. Now she had to pay for her mistakes. But at least they will all survive, she told herself. Her heart sank as the men led her through the Clubhouse door and towards the two vans waiting for her. She couldn't believe she had let her guard down after almost five years of freedom, and put the people she cared about in danger – and the man she loved with all her heart. She turned her head towards the Clubhouse one more time and locked eyes with Chibs. As soon as her eyes met hers, he tried to reach her, but Tig and Juice held him back.

„Let her go, ye bastards!" He shouted. Her heart broke at the anger and desperation in his voice. At that point, the Shadow Hand's men were already loading into the vans one by one and the Sons were standing outside of their Clubhouse, still as confused as ever.

„Don't try to follow us," Declan warned. „Or I really will blow a hole in Telford's head." He turned to Brianne, forcefully pushing her into the van. „Daddy dearest can't wait to see you, Brianne. Let's go."

The Sons gathered back in the Clubhouse, their assignment of the day, long forgotten. Chibs paced back and forth, having been already stopped from following after them. Jax had sent Half-Sack to discretely follow the vans and let them know of their whereabouts every few hours if they stray too far. But Chibs wanted to charge right away, not even caring for his safety. Clay looked deep in though, remembering when she told them that the less they knew about her past the better. Maybe if she had told them, they could have foreseen all of this and prevented it. But on the other hand, he did understand why she hid this from them.

Suddenly Gemma approached him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. „We couldn't have predicted this, Clay," she said softly, knowing the turmoil he was going through. „We didn't know what we were up against." Gemma always knew what to say when someone was going through shit, and she had always been Clay's person to lean on when he needed it the most. So he appreciated having her by his side at this moment as well.

„I just wish she had trusted us enough to share more about what she was running from," He sighed. „Maybe we could have protected her from this."

Gemma understood what he meant by that, she wished Brianne had told them about her life before the Club, but the girl must have had a good reason not to. „Sometimes people keep their past hidden to protect themselves and those they care about," she said. „She was trying to start fresh with us, away from whatever she left behind."

Chibs hadn't meant to listen to their conversation, but he had caught Gemma's words. He had calmed down and cleared his head after realizing that charging in now would do neither of them any good. He was a stable person whenever they faced trouble and he shouldn't change that now either. Not when Brianne needed him the most. He faced Clay and Gemma, nodding. „Aye, she wanted a new life, a clean slate," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. „We can't blame her for that."

Clay nodded, sighing once again and standing up. „Church, now." He began walking towards the Chapel when he turned to Tig. „And get Happy and the Tacoma boys here, now." Tig just nodded, getting to making the phone call right away. The rest of the Sons took their seats in the Chapel and after Tig was done he entered as well, closing the door shut. The tension in the Chapel was palpable and could be cut with a knife, but they were used to situations similar to these and knew how to deal with the pressure. „Juice, what do we know?"

Juice had been tasked with finding out anything he could find about the supposed 'Shadow Hand', questioning any of his contacts he could ask and even going as far as doing a simple internet search. He looked up from his laptop at his brothers. He cleared his throat. „So far, I've managed to dig up some information on the Shadow Hand," He began. „They're a highly secretive and dangerous organization with ties to international crime networks. They've been involved in everything from drug trafficking to arms dealing, and they're known for their ruthless tactics."

„So what do they want from Bri?" Jax leaned in, focusing on Juice.

„I couldn't find anything on Bri. If she was a part of the organization, they must have wiped everything they had on her," Juice shook his head. „I'm guessing they see her as a liability?" He froze for a moment. „Hold up," With a few more taps on the keyboard, his eyes widened. „Holy shit."

„What? What you got?" Tig questioned.

Juice turned his laptop screen to his brothers. „This is Michael O'Connor."

The Sons leaned in to look at the image displayed on Juice's laptop screen. It was a photograph of a man in his late forties, with a hardened and dangerous look in his eyes. "Who's Michael O'Connor?" Jax asked, furrowing his brow.

„Brianne's father." Chibs suddenly chimed in. He stared at the man who looked as ruthless as any of the IRA Kings he used to know. Juice's nod only confirmed his suspicion. Chibs had asked Brianne about her family but the only person she ever talked about was her mother. Beautiful woman, according to Bri. She never mentioned anything about her father, not even his name. Chibs could only conclude that he must not be winning any 'Father of the Year' awards. „We should focus on the leader. Declan, wasn't it?"

Juice shook his head. „He's not the leader," He returned to his laptop screen one more time and typed something before showing it to his brothers once again. „Victor Blackthorn." Chibs' eyes narrowed at the image of the said man on Juice's laptop screen. There was a strange glint in the man's eyes, he could see it, even on an image. That was a man not to be messed with, Chibs could tell that much. Just how did Brianne escape from these people in the first place?

„So what's the plan?" Tig asked. „We can't just sit here and do nothing." It had taken a lot of strength for the Sergeant at Arms not to shoot every single man that broke into their home and took their Prospect from them. He was eager to break some bones once they track down the fuckers, that's for sure.

Clay cleared his throat. „We need to gather more intel before we do anything. We meet Laroy as planned, and see if he heard of this Shadow Hand. Juice, keep digging, see if you can find any weakness in the Shadow Hand's operations," Juice nodded, muttering how hard it would be since they seem to have any internet info on lockdown. „Bobby, reach out to your contacts and see if anyone knows anything about this Blackthorn guy," Bobby got up right away, exiting the Chapel and already calling everyone he assumed could help. „And Chibs," The Scotsman's head snapped in his President's direction. „You need to keep a level head. We can't afford to lose you too."

Chibs nodded, agreeing with his Prez. Clay was surely right, Brianne needed him and he had to be stable for her sake. „I hear ye, Clay," He responded. He did his best to keep his voice steady despite the hurricane of emotions raging inside his heart.

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Brianne was pulled out of the van by Declan, who wore a satisfied smirk on his face. The drive wasn't long and she was sure they took her just outside of Lodi somewhere, which meant there was still hope for the Sons to catch up before they took her to Chicago. She was taken to a hotel they stopped by and with no doubt, Brianne was sure her father awaited her there. When the two of them entered, she wasn't surprised to notice how desolate the hotel looked and she concluded that the Shadow Hand had bought the entire hotel just for this reunion today. It wouldn't be the first time they took drastic measures such as that.

Declan led her down a corridor and in front of a double-sided door. She knew her father awaited on the other side, but when the door opened she wasn't expecting to see Victor Blackthorn as well – the cunning leader. Both men stared at her with ruthless eyes. Michael briefly dismissed Declan, who closed the door shut. Once she was alone with her father and Victor, her heart began pounding in her chest. She wasn't afraid, not until now at least. If Victor was here, it would be serious. 

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 24

It's a short one. Like... I don't think I've ever posted a chapter this short. However, I'm just getting back in the saddle so you'll have to forgive me. I do have plenty more written. We're not done with Megan and Hank. It's about to get interesting.

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Warnings: Fluff. I don't even think I cuss in this part. It's just a bit of filler.

A short while later, Taza chuckled as he realized that it would be a tight fit for all of them in the Bronco. It was an older model and could only comfortably fit five. There were seven of them. 

Bishop sighed looking at the vehicle as he came to the same conclusion. “Shit.” He finished his cigarette in frustration.

Chibs laughed. “Well… tha’ lass is tiny, but tha’ rest of us ain’t.”

Angel shrugged. “I’ll sit in the back with the pooch. Put Shorty on someone’s lap though. With a seatbelt.”

Marcus nodded. “It’s fine Primo. It’s not a long ride.”

They piled in with Bishop driving and Marcus in the front. Taza took the middle seat in the back with Chibs and Hank against the doors. Megan sat in Hank’s lap and snuggled down so Taza could fasten the seat belt for them with a giggle.

“Comfy, Chica?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Mmmhmm.” She tucked her feet in between Taza and Hank’s legs and her head under Hank’s chin. Hank just grinned and pressed a kiss to her hair since Bishop had put her hat on the dash for her.

A short ride later, Bishop parked the truck on a side street near the center of the city of Santa Madre. “We’ll walk from here. Where are we meeting them in the market?” he asked Angel.

Angel checked the burner phone from his kutte pocket. “They’ll meet us near the church. We’re a little early though.”

“That’s alright. We can take Poquito shopping…” Marcus said grinning as Megan stuck her tongue out at him.

They wandered to the open square where an open air market was held continually. At the far end of the square a beautiful church stood. Megan could see the steeple from where they were. As they entered the square, the buildings blocked the warm sun causing the temperature to drop several degrees. Megan cuddled close to Hank’s side as he automatically wrapped an arm around her back to warm her. Megan hooked Rex’s leash to her belt loop to free up her hand and took a deep breath as they entered the crowd.

They browsed several stalls. Megan enjoyed looking through the different vendors. She grinned as she found small hand carved figures at one of them. A horse made of light wood caught her eye and she couldn’t help but show it to Taza. “Papa, look. It’s Rocket.”

Taza grinned at the flagged tail and flowing mane on the figure which looked to be in full gallop. “It does look like him.” He waved down the vendor and in quick Spanish bought the little horse. “There, Chica. Now you can take Rocket home with us.”

Hank chuckled as Megan tucked the little figure into her hoody pocket. She looked up at him with a smile. “What?”

“Nothing, mi reina. Just enjoying the market.” Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her hat and guided her to the next stall.

Bishop laughed and sidled up beside Taza to ask under his breath “So does she realize how much that thing cost?”

Taza shushed him. “Don’t even say it. She doesn’t know conversion rates and I’m enjoying it for a bit.”

Marcus laughed aloud at that. “If Poquito enjoys it - who cares?” He pointed to a stall further down the row. “Think she’d like another cowboy hat?”

Eventually all the men carried bags of things that they’d managed to point out to Megan. Even Chibs had a bag with a pin in the shape of a Celtic knot for her kutte and another to fasten shawls or rebozos with. 

Megan was staying close to Hank in the crowd and kept Rex’s leash short. She couldn’t help but notice - their group seemed to be drawing a lot of attention. That wasn’t exactly the best thing for a covert meeting with what actually qualified as international terrorists. Four men and a woman that she didn’t recognize kept popping up at stalls nearby. Something about them just bugged her.

Angel’s pocket beeped as Hank was buying Megan a bag of candy. “They’re here and ready to meet,” he said quietly to Marcus and Bishop. 

Bishop nodded. “We’ll head that way then.” He flagged Hank down as the big Mayan handed over the cash for Megan’s treat.

As a group, they all headed for the church. Megan noticed that the woman had moved to the balcony of a nearby house and the men kept getting closer as they started for the church. She didn’t like it. Adelita and another man waited on a side street as they got close.

“Luisa!” Megan said, smiling. “Imagine seeing you here. Papa and the tíos wanted to show me the market!” She stepped closer as if she and Adelita were just friends who happened to meet in town. “We had visitors from our overseas friends so they came along for the ride.”

Adelita paused, but then went along with Megan’s act. “Ah… Hola Megan. The market is always a great place to bring visitors.”

Hank glanced around to see several men who were paying too much attention to their meeting. He nodded at Taza to draw his attention to them as well. Somehow - despite not having the training - Megan had picked up that they had a tail before any of the men. Instead of drawing undue attention to it, she’d taken matters into her own hands. She smiled and popped up on tiptoe to kiss Hank’s cheek and whispered “They’ve been there this whole time, but close for about fifteen minutes.” He smiled a bit and nodded.

“Papa,” Megan smiled at him. “Can Luisa show me that carving we were talking about? The one in the church? It won’t take long…”

“Of course, Chica. Your tíos and I can wait. We’ll head home when you’re done-” Taza said as he subtly moved to put himself between Megan and the tails.

Angel looked confused, but kept his mouth shut, and the others trusted that Megan had a reason for suddenly acting like she and Adelita were childhood friends.

She handed Hank Rex’s leash reluctantly, but moved to link her good arm through Adelita’s and move towards the door of the church chattering away. To anyone nearby it looked like two friends wandering off for a moment. Adelita played along. 

Megan leaned close. “Are they L.O.?” she asked quietly, keeping a smile plastered on her face.

Luisa shook her head. “No. Not mine. We thought they were yours.” She made a show of smiling as they walked up the church steps. 

“Just the seven of us. Did you recognize any of them? Maybe as Galindo’s?” Megan asked. They paused for Luisa to cross herself like a good Catholic girl as they entered the sanctuary.

“Not any that I have seen.”

Megan nodded and followed Luisa to an alcove off the sanctuary where they could see everyone coming or going. “Then we have to assume…” 

“That they’re unfriendly,” Luisa agreed.

Megan nodded. “So - neither group knows who they really are. Do you want to continue with the meet, or should we try again later?”

“We should wait for the official meeting,” Luisa said quietly.

Megan nodded. “Agreed. We do, however, have our Irish connection in town. Is there any information that I can give him to help settle their minds? Even the name of the port they’d be shipping to?”

Luisa turned to face Megan and watched her face for a moment, then she nodded. “Ensenada is the port. We’ll work the rest out when we can. Your liaison - do you trust him?”

Megan snorted a bit. “Angel? For the most part. As long as he’s not too pissed off and not making any life changing decisions that affect me…”

Adelita nodded. “Good. I’ll set a meet with him to pass on more information.” She smiled. “You tend to draw attention with your escorts.”

That made Megan smile. “We are a bit conspicuous. We’ll send Angel to the meets for now with our prospect - his brother. EZ has a cooler head for strategy and a trained memory.”

“Good.” Adelita smiled. “We should get back. Only so much excuse we can use. When we part as friends, my man and I will lose any tail. We’ll contact you within twenty-four hours.”

Megan nodded. “Agreed.”

Adelita squeezed Megan’s good hand gently. “Be careful. Don’t push yourself too much.”

“You be careful too.”

The two women strolled out, just as they’d strolled in to the church and made a show of parting outside like best friends.

Megan struggled to keep up the act a bit once they were back with the men. She took a minute to fuss with Rex’s ears to compose herself. Cloak and dagger didn’t come easily to her.

“You good, Princessa?” Angel asked.

Megan smiled her Southern Belle smile. “All good, Angel. Just getting tired.”

“Well Poquito - let’s get you home then,” Bishop said. “You’ve had a long day.”

Once they were all piled back into the Bronco, Megan breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Alrigh’ now. Wha’ the fuck jus’ ‘appened?” Chibs asked.

Hank rubbed a hand down Megan’s spine and relieved the weight of her sling a bit. “Megan clocked that we were being followed to the meet point.”

Chibs’ eyebrows nearly hit his silver hairline. “How many?”

“At least four…” Bishop said. “After Megan started acting off, I caught sight of them.”

“Five,” Megan corrected. “There was a woman on the balcony of the square…”

“Who the hell…” Angel asked.

“Adelita didn’t know. She thought they might be ours.”

“Poquito, that cool head of yours just saved our asses. Again,” Bishop said, watching his mirrors for a tail. “Acting like you were just meeting Adelita for a chat… perfect.”

Taza and Marcus nodded. 

“Well, luckily, Adelita believed me that they weren’t ours. We pushed the meeting. She’s going to contact the burner within twenty-four hours for another meet.” Megan turned to look at Angel over the seat where he sat in the bed of the Bronco with Rex. “Angel - you’ll go meet ehr with EZ and be our go between for now.”

Marcus sighed. “Probably best. We have too many eyes on us.”

Chibs ran his ringed fingers through his silver hair. “Did she give you anything I can take back to the Kings? Anythin’ at all?”

“I got the port name. The L.O. control Ensenada port. That’s where the shipments will go. It’s all she’d give me under the circumstances.” Megan leaned her head onto Hank’s shoulder tiredly.

Chibs smiled gently at her over Taza. “Good Lass. That will help.” He reached over and patted her knee. “You look exhausted.”

Taza frowned. “Are you hurting, Chica? You haven’t had any pain relief since this morning.”

Hank immediately dug in his pocket for her pill bottle. “He’s right, Princessa. You shouldn’t let the pain get ahead of you.”

Megan smiled tiredly. “I’m okay. Just the adrenaline.” 

“And tension,” El Padrino said. “Take your pain meds, Poquito. We’ll be home soon.”

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[abbatoirablaze]

Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1, Chapter 3

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: mentions of drugs/drug use, angst

Gemma’s POV

"Somethings up with your aunt," I said to Mikey, looking around the shop.  I frowned realizing that I hadn’t seen her coming out of the dorms, and she wasn’t home when I left, "Have you seen her this morning? She's never late?"

Mikey shook her head, "Haven't seen Aunt Mandy since last night. She left the clubhouse in a huff. Had sweats and a hoodie on. Said she was going for a walk."

"She and Juice get into a fight?"

Mikey looked up from her phone. Her eyes were wide. I smirked. She didn't realize that I knew, "how?"

"I know everything around her sweetheart," I laughed with a shake of my head, "and I know my baby. She's always had a crush on him...and they've been extra friendly since she got back from rehab when she was 15...I'm just worried she'll relapse if it was something serious. She's been on the right track for a while now. I don't want her going back."

"I'm sure it's nothing grandma," Mikey sighed, putting her phone down, "Mom made JC promise to not have sex with her until she turns 18...for grandpas' sake. Aunt Mandy probably got shut down again by him."

"Really?" I asked, trying to hold back laughter, "Juice turned down sex? Boy can't get it from crow eaters and he's turning down Mandy?"

"He made a promise to mom," she said with a shrug, "Juice respects you and grandpa and mom. He wouldn't break that promise."

I nodded. I hadn't realized the entirety of the situation but piecing it all together...it made sense. Juice had always kept a safe distance from Mandy this past year, but they were still always together.  He made sure to always be around other people with her, unless they were going to bed. Mandy would get dressed up, and tease him, but nothing ever seemed to change. The tension with them was there.  It was palpable.

I looked out the office window and saw Jax, Clay, and Bobby coming in, "go tell Chibs I'm gonna need him to cover the office for a bit."

"I can do it," she offered. I shook my head, “what?  Why not?”

"No, you're gonna help me find Mandy."

She nodded and walked out. Just as I grabbed the files to give to Rosen the boys walked in.

"Gonna need a big jew brain to figure out these Bluebird losses," I sighed, putting the paperwork into the envelope, “gonna drop these off to Rosen…need anything while we’re out?”

"Not this big jew brain baby," Bobby said, "I can barely count my own fingers."

“That’s why I said Rosen, you oaf!”

Jax chuckled, shaking his head, but began following him, but at the last second he turned to me, "I'm gonna go see the kid later."

I sighed in relief. Maybe he was gonna be a dad after all, "Okay I'll be there. And I still wanna do that dinner. Maybe tomorrow night."

Jax nodded, tapping the garage door, "sure."

He gave me a wink and continued smoking, walking out the door. I walked over to the window with Clay, "did he say anything about what he found in storage?"

"Doesn't matter. He's not his old man. Stop worrying."

His phone rang and he took the call as I looked over to my baby boy. God damn I hope he's not like John.

"Hey," I said before he walked out the door. He stopped, telling whoever was on the other line to hold on, "I'm taking Mikey for a bit...Chibs is gonna watch the office."

"Why?"

"Mandy disappeared last night. Mikey said she was upset?"

Concern passed his face, "You don't think she's...."

"I don't know," I admitted softly, not entirely wanting to think that she had relapsed, "but I'm going to go find her."

He nodded and walked back over to me, kissing me, "you going to be home tonight?"

"Depends if I find her...and how long I spend with Jax."

"Okay," he sighed. I gave him a sympathetic smile as he told Wayne to continue speaking. Mikey came back a moment later, Chibs behind her.

"Little miss here is trying to scam me into doin her job," the Scottsman laughed, “said she’s going with you?”

"Actually," I smirked, knowing that Chibs probably wouldn’t have believed her, "for once, little Tom Sawyer isn't tricking someone. I need you to cover the office so me and her can run some errands."

"Told you, dad," Mikey said, sticking her tongue out. Part of me wanted to correct her, but the other half let it go. Jax wasn't in the room, so it was fruitless. Plus, Chibs was always more of a father to Mikayla then he was, “I wasn’t lying.”

"Alright, alright," he laughed, messing up her hair. He let her go, and we made our way to the car.

"Where to first?"

"Well," I said, "we should probably go to her old hang outs. Maybe ask Lowell? See what we can find. Then we gotta go to the hospital and visit your little brother. Af-"

"He's not my little brother."

I shot her a dead serious look, "Abel is your little brother. Just because you may not like your father, doesn't mean you get to disown family."

She took a deep breath, "Gemm-"

"No no," I said, "you don't get to talk your way out of this. He's got the same heart condition as Cain. How would you feel if that was him in that hospital."

She didn't say anything. She turned her head, so it faced away from me.

"MIKAYLA GEMMA TELLER!"

"I'd feel bad," she said in a whisper, "but.."

"But what?"

"Jackson has never cared about me like that. Hell he's never even cared about Cain half that much. Why should I give a damn?"

"Listen," I sighed, "I can't make excuses for your father," I said slowly, "no one can. I know you got the short end of the stick...but you can't take it out on a baby that doesn't know a damn thing."

She sighed, "can you just drop me off at your place? I don't want to talk about it."

"Yeah," I said in a defeated tone, "should probably grab a few things in case I'm not home tonight anyways."

We made it home in record time. Mikey told me she was going to hang out in Alicia's room. I watched as she made it about halfway down the hall and stopped at Mandy's door, "grandma?"

I felt terrified. What would cause that scared tone from my grand baby?

"What is it?"

"Grandma," she said again, heading into the room. I ran down the hall and met her at Mandy's door. Mandy had empty stamp bags at the edge of her bed. I couldn't see a needle anywhere, but she was passed out, face down on her bed. Mikey was shaking her, but she wasn't waking up.

"God damn junkie," I whispered tearfully as I knelt next to my youngest baby. I began to shake her, "come on Mandy...wake up."

"Grandma what do we do?"

"Call an ambulance."

Alicia’s POV

I pulled up to Teller Morrow and got Declan and Cain out of their car seats, "alright behave, remember?"

Cain nodded, "can we go say hi to daddy?"

I nodded, going over to the office. Mikey sat across from Gemma looking mad as hell, "what's going on?"

"Your sister is at Saint Thomas!"

"What?"

I looked back at Mikey and she had tears in her eyes, "Aunt Mandy...she's...she's using again."

"But?" I asked, "She...she was doing so good. What the hell happened?"

Neither of them said anything. Mikey glared at the suburban pulling into the lot. Juice and Chibs were in it.

"I'm going to kill him," I growled. I looked to Cain, "stay with your older sister. Mommy has to go kick Juice's butt."

I made my way to the garage as they locked the doors.

"Who the hell is that?" I heard Juice ask Chibs.

She waved over to the boys, and Chibs got a smirk on his face, "that me ol' mucker...is 130 lbs of hog riding giggity."

I raised my brow as she passed them and Chibs looked at me, "Filip!"

"Hey love," he said guiltily, nearly jumping into the air. He smiled and took Declan from my arms, "hey little man."

I shrugged it off and turned to the man I looked at as a surrogate son. I wound up and punched Juice as hard as I could in the arm, "Fuck you."

"Ahh," he yelled, "what the hell? Why is every woman I know telling me that the past two days?"

"Because dumbass, Mandy is in the hospital because of you."

"What?" Chibs asked, looking genuinely shocked.

Juice's jaw dropped, "Fuck. W-what happened?"

"Did you break your promise?"

"What? No. I told her I couldn't. We're 4 months out from everything be-"

"So you didn't fuck her?"

"No."

"Did she catch you fucking a crow eater?"

"What? NO!" he said defensively, "she got mad because I wouldn't fuck her."

"What the hell did you do," I growled, "she wouldn't just go back to using for no reason. What did you do Juan Carlos?"

"I told her no," he said shaking his head, "She...she told me she wanted me to fuck her....she said she wanted a baby. Multiple babies."

"Are we still talking about Mandy?" Chibs asked, very confused.

Juan Carlos bit his lip and nodded, "We got together when she got out of rehab. Alicia caught us one night in the office about to fuck. I promised her I wouldn't until she turned 18, and in return she wouldn't tell Clay or the guys. But last night...we almost did. I almost.... but I didn't. She told me that she wanted me to knock her up, then and there. I told her I couldn't, and she got pissed. I told her that I can't give her that...so we broke up!"

"You god damned dumbass."

"What?"

"Ya fucking limey bastard," Chibs said, interrupting us, "ya don't just break up with the girl. Hell I'd been chasing Alicia for 10 years, and we only just now started getting this shite figured out. You don't just throw it all away because yer fuckin scared."

"Yeah, but Alicia was legal when you went after her."

"I knew I liked her when she was 16," he admitted, "ya don't think I felt like a fuckin pervert for being attracted to her? But yah can't just run and hide from your problems Juicey boy. You gotta hit them head on. That's the only way you can wind up happy."

I smiled softly at Chibs, "god damn you're so sexy right now."

He smiled and passed our son back to me, "as much as I would love to, we've got a family day planned out, remember? You didn't take off work for nothing, and we told the kids and your parents we'd go to the beach."

I smiled, kissing him, "alright Chibsy, let's go."

"And that," he said, half turning around as I pulled him by his kutte, "is how you get a woman an keep her!"

When we got back into the office Gemma looked upset, "what's up mom?"

"sorry sweetie," she sighed, "your father is doing a protection run fur Unser and I've gotta go visit your sister in the hospital. They said she's awake."

"It's okay."

"We can go another day," Chibs offered, “I-we can do something else.”

"I guess that's for the best," I sighed, "we gotta go to the beach though before it gets too cold."

"We will," he smiled, reassuringly, "I know you wanted to take the boys up there."

I kissed him as Jax came through the door, "CAIN!"

"DADDY!" he grinned excitedly running up to his father. Jax smiled and picked him up.

"Hey buddy," he smiled, "what are you doing here?"

"Mommy and Chibs are taking-"

"Actually we can't go today," I sighed, “I’m sorry buddy!”

He looked really sad, "we're not going to the beach?"

"I'm sorry."

"Oh," he sighed, "Daddy...what are you doing today?"

"Well I'm going to go visit your little brother at the hospital...did you want to come and see him?"

"Jax I-" I began but was cut off by Cain.

"YEAH!"

"Can I take him for a little bit?"

I looked back at Chibs who shrugged, "It'd give us some time alone!"

"Okay," I nodded, “but only for a little bit!”

"Hey Mikey," Jax offered, "did you uh-"

"No."

He nodded. Rejected yet again by Mikey. I felt bad, but I wasn't going to force her to hang out with him. I sympathetically smiled at Jax and he put Cain down. The boys smirked and made their way to Gemma's car.

"You're still not alone," Mikey said, piping up, "You guys still have me and Declan."

"If I give ya $20, can ya watch im for us?"

"Make it $50."

I looked at my daughter, "Chibs was being nice. You should do it because that's your little brother."

"More of a brother than Abel is."

"Hey," Chibs said, defending Jax and Abel, "he's your brother. You may not like Jackie Boy, but that's your father. You need to start being nicer."

"You're my dad," she said defensively, "not him."

"I may be your dad, but he's your father," Chibs replied, "he helped make you. Be a little bit nicer to him, okay?"

She shrugged, "whatever."

Chapter 4

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hello sweet baby angel!!! can i have chibs with "I can't stand the thought of something happening to you." congrats on 400 followers!!

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Bare Knuckle

Contains: Fluff, mild angst, mild violence.

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Chibs defends your honour.

"Chibs, you don't need to do this" It took a lot to rile Chibs up, unless you were involved, then he was liable to explode at the drop of a pin.

All it took was one gross comment from a visiting prospect and Chibs was demanding the man make amends in his blood. Had Bibby not stepped in and told Chibs to take it to the ring, he would have caved his face in by the bar where he stood.

"Please Filip, you don't need to risk getting hurt on my behalf."

Chibs didn't react to the use of his first name, "he needs to learn a lesson lass."

Chibs climbed into the ring as you hung off the ropes, "at least wrap your hands, please."

He shot you a smile, "nah, if he wants to talk like a man, he's going to get hit like one." You weren't going to touch that, you didn't have the time to ask Chibs where he made the connection.

You threw your hands up in the air, "just be safe." It didn't last long, the prospect realised how badly he had fucked up and took his beating. When Chibs stepped out, his knuckles were red, swollen and bleeding, "come on my love, I'll clean your hands and get you some tea."

You walked into the dorms, Chibs' hand not leaving your lower back until you had to get the first aid kit. You sat him down on the chair and knelt between his legs while you cleaned his hands, "I can't stand the thought of something happening to you."

Chibs smiled, "nothing's going to happen to me."

You waved your hands over his bruised knuckles, "I feel like this is something, you could have been badly hurt."

He ran a hand over your cheek, "I'm fine lass, really. How about that tea you promised?"

Fin

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Just before the shadows fall. Part 1

I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Juice was sitting with his brothers at the bar in the clubhouse, having beer. He was looking at Happy from time to time, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn't find the right moment and finally the killer noticed it.

"What?" Lowman turned to Ortiz suddenly making him jump.

"What what?" Juice still wasn't sure if he was ready to ask especially now when Happy seemed annoyed.

"You're staring at me like I'm a ghost or something, what do you need, boy?" Happy rolled his eyes.

"Um... yes, I was just wondering is it true that you own a tattoo studio?" Juice finally asked his quiestion.

"Yeah, for almost four years now, why?" Happy shrugged when he realised the boy didn't need anything special.

"I want a new tattoo" Juice explained.

"So?" Hap raised his brows as if he couldn't understand where this was going.

"I was wondering if you will give me a contact of the artist who works in your tattoo shop" Juice shrugged.

"What for?" Happy was now teasing the boy and Tig, Bobby and Chibs who were watching him started chuckling quietly.

Juice rolled his eyes "I wanted a contact of your artist. From you tattoo shop. So I will have my new tattoo done by the artist at your tattoo shop"

"Okay" Happy wrote a number on the napkin and passed it to Juan Carlos.

"Oi, our kid is going to meet her finally" Chibs smirked and nudged Tig's shoulder.

"Yeah, right. It's gonna be interesting" Trager nodded watching Juice who was saving the phone number to his cell.

"What are you talking about, guys?" He looked at his brothers confused.

"Oh just go there and you will see" Bobby nodded.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Y/N opened her eyes and gasped, looking at the ceiling. This dream felt so real though Juice was gone so long ago. Seeing him was something to unsettle her and she sat up in her bed trying to calm down. Chibs growled in his sleep and woke up as he felt his wife move. He looked at her confused. "What happened lass?" "I just had a..." Y/N paused, she couldn't call it a nightmare. She was so glad to see Juice alive even if it was just a dream.

"Just had what?" Chibs sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"A dream" She sighed leaning closer to Filip and closing her eyes. Y/N didn't know how to tell her old man about what she'd seen.

"What was it, lass? Don't make me worry, what happened?" Chibs seemed to really worry about his old lady at this point.

"I've had a dream about Juice" Y/N finally confessed. This boy was long gone and Chibs and her didn't talk about him ever. Both of them cared about Juice, both of them were struggling with grief of him being gone. Filip knew why it happened though but he never told his wife about it. "Oh, lass" Chibs sighed, holding her closer to himself "I know ye miss him. I miss him too. But it's long gone, try to calm down and have some sleep" Y/N only nodded slightly and laid down as soon as Filip let her go. She nestled to him as close as she could searching for comfort. Yet as she closed her eyes she saw Juice again. His bright smile, so careless and happy, his big brown eyes. The boy was something special, the way he looked, how much he loved his brothers. Y/N never knew what happened to him and it was something that haunted her even after several years.

Being comforted with Chibs' hug, Y/N closed her eyes falling asleep again without any dreams luckily.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Y/N was in the tatoo shop, her client just left and she was cleaning her workstation waiting for the next one to come. It was Juice and she had all evening booked for him as she usually did for Sons since their tattooes were always interesting yet complicated.

The door bell rang announcing Juan Carlos' arrival. Y/N turned to him and stood up to greet the client.

"Hello, Juice. How are you today?" She asked with a soft smile, admiring this handsome boy.

"Hi, Y/N" Otriz greeted, leaning against the counter, his big brown eyes fixed on her "I'm good, nice to see you"

The tension in the air was so thick. The two of them liked each other there was no doubt, but none of them dared to make a move. Y/N was a professional though so she forced herself to think about the new ink he wanted. They've been discussing it recently and she managed to draw several scetches for Juice to pick the one he liked.

"Let me know which one you want" She put several papers on the counter infront of Ortiz and he looked at those, whistling.

"Wow. I'd have all of those if I could" He laughed looking at the designes Y/N offered while she was picking paints and napkins she needed for work. Finally Juan Carlos took one of the papers and nodded "This one"

"Okay, Juice, but it's the last time I draw such a creepy shit for you" Y/N teased as the so to called face he wanted really was scary "Take your shirt off and get yourself comfortable"

"Okay. Sorry for that" The boy realy seemed to be sorry, but he didn't say anything else, instead he took his kutte off and placed it on the back of the chair, then his t-shirt was off with one move.

Y/N couldn't stop herself from looking at him, his body was perfect and oh god this boy was hot. She was so glad to have a legal reason to touch him.

Juice sat down and allowed Y/N to start her work. For awhile there was no other sound than a quiet buzz of the tattoo gun and she was enjoying the process. Y/N noticed that Juice was sometimes looking at her and they were so close to each other it could be easy to kiss him right now. The thought just didn't go no matter how she tried to make it to.

Suddenly, when she paused to add some more paint to her gun, she heard Juice's voice, a bit shaky and low. He seemed nervous.

"Will you... um... I wanted to ask you out, Y/N" Juan Carlos said never taking his eyes off of her.

Y/N raised her brows surprised as she turned to him. Oh god he was nervous, it was so obvious, she couldn't hide a smile forming on her lips. How could she reject him? Those big brown eyes were making her heart melt.

"I'd love to, Juan Carlos" Y/N nodded and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Y/N woke up trying to figure out what was going on with her. Why all of a sudden she started having dreams about Juice? Why did she have a crush on him in those dreams? They were quite close, that was true, but there was nothing between them ever. She always loved Chibs. And Juice passed away several years ago.

This second dream happened while Chibs was on the run and waking up from a dream like that in an empty house was not what Y/N needed. She turned the light on and took her phone. It was 4 am. Too early to call Filip.

"Fuck" Y/N sighed and got out of bed, she went to the kitchen and poured herself some wine to calm down. Taking a sip she sat on the couch trying to recall every detail of the dream she had.

She was someone else. Same name, but Y/N remembered looking at herself in the mirror in a dream and she looked different. In real life she had black hair, bob haircut, green eyes. In her dream it was a blong girl with long curly hair and her eyes were so bright blue it hardly could exist in reality.

The tattoo shop existed though, Happy was the owner and it was exactly the same in her dream, but Y/N knew both artists who worked there for last seven years, none of them looked like this girl. She never saw her, yet in her dream she was this girl. And in her dream Y/N had no idea about herself, like she didn't exist at all. Like she was seeing some parallel univers with her other life. It was weird, but couldn't harm her after all.

She downed her wine and it helped to ease her nerves a little so Y/N went back to bed. She decided to not tell Chibs about this dream, she didn't want him to doubt her, because no matter how much she missed Juice, here in her real life the only man Y/N loved was Filip.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Y/N was at home, small flat at the edge of the town. She was waiting for Juice to come, he promised, and he was late. He was never late, using any opportunity to see her since they've started dating. And now she was worried. Something happened and she knew it. Dialing his number again and again she was walking back and forth in her bedroom but he never answered her calls.

She finally headed to the living room and sat on the couch, turned the TV on and tried to distract herself with anything. Y/N didn't notice how she fell asleep, holding her phone tight in case Juice will call.

The knock on the door made her wake up. She ran to the door and opened it without a second thought. Y/N knew it was her boy, though there could be any kind of a stranger outside. It was Juice though. He seemed tired, several bruises on his face, but he was alive and he came to her.

"Boy, god, I was so worried" Y/N pulled him inside and closed the door, then cupped his face with her palms gently and kissed him. It made Ortiz hiss with pain, but he kissed her back eagerly.

"I'm sorry, girl. Had some shit to sort out" Juice apologized, holding her in his arms. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you and you won't like it"

"God. What is it?" Y/N pressed her forehead against his, trying to calm down. Kissing his lips again and again.

"We'll get arrested and sent to jail tomorrow" He sighed.

This was not what Y/N expected. She knew it could happen. Happy was in jail couple of times since they met. But for Juice it was so not fair. They've been together for only a month now and he would be taken away from her. And god only knows what could happen while he was inside.

"Fuck, boy, it's so unfair!" Y/N whimpered against his lips, her palms stroking his head.

"I know, girl. I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it" Juice sighed, kissing her back. He needed to feel more of her while he could.

"What did you do?" She asked, though she knew the answer.

"I can't tell, I'm sorry" Ortiz said exactly what she expected to hear. He hated that he couldn't tell her anything about the club and Y/N knew it "But it's not only me, most of the club will be arrested"

"God" She closed her eyes fighting back tears "For how long?"

"One or two years, girl. I don't know exactly" Juice confessed after a pause. Then he pulled away slightly, cupping her face and looking into her eyes. So blue, so bright. He adored her eyes as much as she loved his "I will understand if you want to break up, baby. I know this is not what you deserve, just let me stay with you for this last night"

"Silly boy. Do you really think I will abandone you because of this?" Y/N felt tears running down her face. "I won't go anywhere, Juice. There's nothing in this world that can make me leave you. I will be right here waiting for you to come back"

She needed him to know he would be missed and she will be waiting for him.

"Fuck, girl, I will miss you so damn much" Juice smiled faintly, kissing her again "Don't cry, please, It's breaking my heart. I didn't mean to hurt you, ever"

Y/N felt so lost and hurt. But at the same time she knew, he needed support now. Not the right time to be selfish and pity herself. She had to take care of her boy.

"You know what?" She said, tugging him towards the bedroom "I don't want any sorrow tonight. We still have some time together"

"You sure?" Juice seemed hesitant as he was led towards the bedroom. They've been dating for a month but never stepped on the next level.

"As much as I like to tease you, boy, I want you to know exactly what will be waiting for you when you come back" Y/N smiled gently and leaned closer, whispering right to his ear "Juan Carlos"

Every time she was whispering his name Juice felt his heart race, it made him want her so bad and he couldn't help it.

"Minx" Ortiz laughed, allowing her to lead him to bedroom.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Y/N woke up still feeling Juice's touch. His lips, his hands. His body. It was so wrong, she didn't know what to do. Her husband, the only man she ever loved in her life was sleeping next to her. It was always Chibs. But now she had dreams about Juice, with every new one she loved him more, there in the dream. In reality it only made her miss him and feel sorry about him.

She sighed and laid down, nestling next to Chibs who hugged her not even waking up. Protecting her was his instinct. Y/N felt comfortable and safe, as she usually felt next to her husband. She just kept asking herself what were those dreams about and couldn't find an answer.

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