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madamebaggio · 2 years
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Maybe we shouldn’t (but we will) ((a.k.a. A very special bucket list) - Modern AU JonSa
Loving her was red - Sansa x Tommy, Peaky Blinder AU
Fake ‘till you make it - Modern AU TheonSa
Stark Blue - Steve x Sansa x Bucky, MCU verse
Meeting the Expendables - Darcy x Brock, crossover with “The Expendables”
A Happy Occasion - Sansa x Tommy, Peaky Blinders AU
Dark in my imagination - Darth Maul x Scarlett
A Gentleman and a Kingsman - Crossover
Hidden scars and wolf tattoos - Sansa x Jax, Sons of Anarchy verse
I’m waiting (please don’t take too long) - Sansa x Loki, MCU verse
More things to come ;)
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Masterlist (Updated 12/08/19)
Avengers:
That’s Just Wrong
We Irritating
Steve Rogers:
Come Back To Me
1940′s Day
We Lost Them
‘I Could Never Have This’
Rapunzel
Language Of Love
Wrong Lover Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
You Abandoned Me Series 11/11:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Bucky Barnes:
1940′s Day
Hold My Hand
Wardrobe Malfunction / Part 2
For You
Delirious Confessions
Mr and Mrs Barnes
Our First Night
The Butterfly Effect (Powers!Reader)
Wrong Lover Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Tony Stark:
Salt ‘n’ Pepper
Barking Up The Wrong Tree
New Menu
Not Alone
‘We’ve both had a shitty day, so let’s just stay in and cuddle.’
Thor Odinson:
A New Ruler
New Haircut
History of Our Worlds
Looks Aren’t Always Everything
Loki:
Mischief In The Making
Peter Quill:
Mother Figure
Peter Parker:
Stay Out Of My Way
Secret Dreams
A Bad Disguise
Door To Door
Millionaire Mentor
‘You knew I was going to ask you out?’
Hiding
‘I know how much you love her.’
Saying The Wrong Things
Stephen Strange:
The Doctor’s Daughter (Powers!Reader)
Sam Wilson:
Wingman
I Found
Wanda Maximoff:
A Trip To The Museum
A Different Person
Broken Hands
Pietro Maximoff:
A Trip To The Museum
Brock Rumlow:
Workplace Drama
Unprofessional
Jack Thompson:
The Right Kinda Gal
Clint Barton:
High Rooftops (Stark!Reader)
Peaky Blinders
Tommy Shelby:
The Tattooed Lady
‘You’re worth more.’
‘She’s Always Been The One’
Finn Shelby:
Practically Invisible
Difference Doesn’t Matter
The Girl From The Circus
Ada Shelby:
Protesting For Love (Fem!Reader)
Isaiah Jesus:
‘Let me help you!’
Michael Gray:
Snowy Nights
Bonnie Gold:
Thin Ice
Vikings
Cast Imagines:
I Ship It-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader
Sickly Love-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader
Drama On Set-Marco Ilso x Reader
Rumours-Alexander Ludwig
Ivar Ragnarsson:
It Wasn’t You / Part 2
A Short Temper
Too Close
Lost In Love
A Typical Love Story
Obsessed
The Benefits of Friendship
A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson
A Perfect Match
Hvitserk Ragnarsson:
You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader
Just Confess
I Don’t Need Your Help / Part 2
I Am One Of You / Part 2 / Part 3
An Unforeseen Future
Certain Affairs
Ubbe Ragnarsson:
Gentle Viking
You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader
You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson
A Real Farmer
You Look At Me Differently Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Sigurd Ragnarsson:
You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader
Bjorn Ironside:
Useless Excuses
You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson
Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black
A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson
A Missing Piece
Ragnar Lothbrok:
Friends Till The End
The Funny Foreigners
A Strange Bond
Halfdan The Black:
Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black
Vague Memories
Just Be Gentle
Dark Things
I Am Not Small
The Quiet One Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Margrethe:
Sticking Together
Game Of Thrones
Jon Snow:
The Other Woman / Part 2
A Continuous Nightmare
A Late Present
Men From The North
Stand Up For Yourself
This Cannot Happen
Cold Hearted
How Long Are You Staying For?
Battling For Love
A Twisted Tale
Robb Stark:
This Is My Idea Of Fun
Stop Stepping On My Feet
Bran Stark:
You Don’t See It
Sansa Stark:
A Long Awaited Rescue
Brienne of Tarth:
Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader
Tormund Giantsbane:
Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader
Sons Of Anarchy
Falling Into The Wrong Crowd Series:
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Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Patched In-SAMCRO x Gay!Reader
Jax Teller:
The Ideal Daughter Part 1/ Part 2
Rebellious
Secrets Revealed
Cutting The Tension
Not Your Typical Woman
Charming’s New Resident
The New Opie / Part 2
Wreck and Repair
Opie Winston:
Spicing Things Up
Happy Lowman:
Love Is Blind, Literally
Chibs Telford:
I’m Too Old For This Shit
Kingsman
Eggsy Unwin:
A Different Background
Time To Meet The In-Laws
Our Friends Across The Pond-Eggsy Unwin x Avengers!Reader
Dangerous Woman
The Secretary
How Romantic (Hart!Reader)
The Hobbit
Thorin Oakenshield:
You Have Changed Part 1/ Part 2
Kili Oakenshield:
Coming Home
The 100
Bellamy Blake:
Contact
The Real Me
Not The Same
Forming An Alliance Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Clarke Griffin:
The Final List
The Riot Club
Alistair Ryle:
Money Fixes Everything / Part 2
Dimitri Mitropoulos:
‘I like you either way’
Car Share
Harry Villiers:
Reversed Roles
American Horror Story
It All Comes Down To This-Kit Walker x Reader
Merlin
Arthur Pendragon:
A Betraying Secret
Another Protector
The New Rule
In Line For The Throne / Part 2
A Need For Comfort
Merlin:
Second Impressions
A Touch of Magic
A Magic Bond
Sir Leon:
The Silent Maiden
Gwaine:
Expected
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Heart of Novocaine Ch3|| Jax Teller x Sansa Stark (SoA/GoT)
Sons of Anarchy x Game of Thrones AU (show divergent)
Warnings: none for now, but there will be violence and smut in the future - with SAMCRO what do you expect? 😜 
Summary: After loosing her mother and elder brother in an accident, Sansa takes her younger siblings and moves in with Jon, who lives in Charming, to start anew, amidst from and the suffering and heartache from the past. But can she adapt to Jon’s dangerous lifestyle? And what if her “past” comes looking for her? And for how long will she be able to abstain herself from the alluring advances of Jax?
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Chapter One || Chapter Two
Chapter 3 - Go With the Flow
Sansa stopped the car in the Teller-Morrow park, and waited. Her heart was hammering on her chest so loud she could hear its pounding on her ears, and her grip on the wheel was so tight she had her knuckles white, bloodless. In contrast, her face was hot and crimson, as she stubbornly - and fruitlessly - tried to avoid the stream of tears from falling down her cheeks.
Her morning had started as most did, lately. She got up, hopped in the tub for a quick shower, got dressed, and she picked up some discarded clothes she found on her way from the living room to the kitchen, where she would prepare her breakfast and pack her lunch.
But as she picked a bomber jacket she recognized as Rickon’s, the rattling in the inner pocket caught her attention. Well, Sansa isn’t nosey by nature, but something inside her was screaming at her to take a look at it, and she always trusted her intuition.
She felt herself gasp, as she held the pipe and the small package that contained the rock, undoubtedly crack.
Saying she was mad was an euphemism. She was bat-shit crazy. So, she rushed to Bran and Rickon’s room, grabbed the cup of water that stood on the nightstand and threw the liquid at Rickon, effectively waking him up. And then they argued. The nastiest, ugliest fight she had in her entire life. There was screams and insults being thrown both ways, the words “irresponsible” and “ungrateful” being said the most by Sansa. After a while Rickon stopped, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and his voice was filled with venom, as he spoke the worst thing that everyone had ever said to her.
“I wish you had died instead of them”
And Sansa stormed out. She didn’t even remembered leaving the house, so it was a surprise to her when she came to her senses, and realized she had driven all the way to the shop.
She looked around, and felt relieved as she noticed Gemma’s car was not there yet. She practically ran inside the shop, and straight to the bathroom. At that point - as she pretty much cried her lungs out - she was somewhat soothed knowing the store was empty that early, leaving her alone to cry it all out. All of the sadness she felt over the loss of her mother and brother, who was also her best-friend and biggest ally. All of the doubts she felt, after her decision of moving in with Jon, whom she barely bonded with over the years, the new small city, the new dead-end job. The sense of inadequacy, not being enough. Not enough to take care of her younger siblings. Not enough to take care of the household. To support the family. Just not enough.
Sometimes, late at night, as she laid awaken in bed, she wished, too, she had died instead them.
*~*~*~*
Jax smiled, as he noticed Sansa’s car at the parking lot, but no sign of mother’s. So, he decided to go in the shop, and push Red’s buttons for a while. That always made his day a lot better. And if she pushed back... well, that would make his night, too.
But when he entered the shop, walking directly to the office, he was surprised to find it empty. There was no sight of the red-haired anywhere. He walked back into the store, and that’s when he heard it. The low, gut-wrenching sobs that came from inside the bathroom, and he knew. He tried to keep himself calm, as he neared the bathroom door and called for her. There was no reply at first, so he tried again, this time his voice was softer, carried with emotion.
He heard the quiet sniffle “Yeah, be right out”
Jax felt a rush of dread coming through him. Fuck, was Sansa hurt? He turned the nob, and the door opened. He pushed it gently, and closed it quickly right behind him. He gulped at the sight of her, sitting at the closed-lid toilet, head buried in her hands, wild red hair everywhere.
He promptly shorten the distance between them, kneeling in front of her. She raised her head from her hands, and that’s when he noticed the flushed tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. And he couldn’t help himself. He brought his hands up, one cupping her jaw, forcing her to look at him, while the other cleaned her hair strands that had glued on her wet face.
“What happened, darlin’?”
“You shouldn’t be here” she said, obviously annoyed at his boldness, although her voice was breaking from the dryness of her throat “I’m fine”
He scoffed, obviously not caring for her attempts to brush him off, and he used his thumb to gently tap her chin “Yeah, you look peachy”
Sansa arched her eyebrow as a small smile grew on her lips.
“Are you saying I look bad?”
Damn. He threw himself right under the bus with that one. Like a deer caught in the headlights, he was lost in those giant soft blue eyes. And he can’t help but grin back at her for a moment, their faces so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his lips
“I’d never dare to lie to you like that. You’re always perfect, even when you cry.”
Sansa narrowed her eyes, trying to look unimpressed with his flattery, even tough she was clearly trying hard not to smile. She laid both her palms flat on his chest and pushed him away lightly, as she brought herself up to her feet and walked to the sink, washing her face with cold water “I found drugs on Rickon’s jacket. Crack” she sighed, completely defeated “I don’t know what to do”
Jax tried to sound calm as he got up and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms in front of him as he studied Sansa “Does Jon know?
She pulled the towel away from her face, and now that the redness and tears were gone, he could see the anger in her harden expression. It was a hard no. “It won’t change anything” she shook her head and closed her eyes briefly “He’s only 13. Who would sell drugs to a kid?”
Jax gulped and ran a hand through his hair, knowing fully well what he needed to do, and it wasn’t pretty “I know someone” he walked past her and out of the bathroom, calling out for her when he noticed she hadn’t move “You ever been on a bike?”
*~*~*~*
If someone had told Sansa a month ago that she would be riding on an Harley through a quaint little town like Charming, with a quite charming biker boy like Jax, she would laugh in their faces in disbelieve, amused by the preposterous thought of herself doing something so daring, yet so reckless.
And somehow, that was exactly where she winded up. With her arms around Jax’s waist, cruising the town as they made their way down to meet a drug dealer.
Bobby had arrived just as Jax brought the bike to an halt. Sansa could feel his eyes on her as she stepped out of the bike and took her helmet, his curious gaze never leaving her “Good morning, Sans” she could hear the cheer delight in his voice, as he turned to Jax “You’ve been busy, I see”
Jax chuckled lightly, but the playfulness didn’t reach his eyes. He was now focused, pulling out a handgun from under the hem of his shirt, making sure it was fully loaded, before hiding it again.
“You packed?” he asked Bobby, who simply nodded affirmatively “Good. Follow my lead. Red, stay close”
They walked inside the bar. Jax on the lead, followed by Bobby and Sansa was a little far behind them. In fact, she had barely walked through the door when, out of nowhere, Jax pulled a scrawny guy by his shirt and punched him square in his face, throwing him to the floor, where he continued the assault. Bobby pulled out his gun, warning his friends to stay put, and Sansa immediately closed the door behind her, leaning against it so no one could walk in on them.
“You sold my ex that shit and I gave you a warning” Jax said, as he ceased the punches, pulling the guy closer to him by his shirt “If you ever took your business to Charming again I would come after you”
“I’m sorry” the man tried to apologize, as he spat blood
“The thing is, not only did you sell in my town, but you also sold to someone from the family. I bet you remember him. Curly hair, very skinny, thirteen years old...”
Jax finished the sentence with a strong blow, making the dealer wince in pain “I didn’t know he was SAMCRO, I swear! I’m sorry, Jax! I’m sorry!” he cried out, breathless.
Jax let go of the man, as he was barely conscious. He got up and walked towards Sansa, pulling a smoke to his lips and lighting it up “Are you okay with this?”
“I think he got the message” she replied, nonchalantly, as she opened the door and walked out, followed closely by Jax. He finished his smoke with two puffs, throwing the cigarette butt to the concrete, and smashing it with his foot, as he went to lean against his bike. 
Bobby walked out the bar and towards them, hiding his gun under his shirt, as he raised a thick eyebrow to them, but speaking directly to Sansa “Your kid’s alright?”
“If by alright you mean grounded until he turns 30, he is” both man laughed, and she continued, as the mood had lighten up “He’s fine, I think it was a one time thing”
Bobby nodded in response, before hopping on his bike “I’m heading back to the shop, you coming?”
“I’m gonna go grab a bite to eat, I’m running on empty” Jax said with a grin, patting lightly on his tummy
“Sansa, need a ride?” Bobby then asked, starting the engine of his bike
Sansa took a look at Jax. He was staring at her intently, his blue eyes fixed on hers, and an alluring smile played on his lips. 
“Haven’t eaten either, I could use some food” she looked back at Bobby, smiling gently “But thank you, Bobby”
Bobby smirked, as he readied himself to drive off “You kids behave”
Jax mounted the bike swiftly, handing Sansa her helmet as he put on his “There’s a diner a few streets down, they have the best fucking pancakes of the whole damn world”
“Sounds good” Sansa said, as she sat herself behind Jax, wrapping her arms around his torso, holding onto him more confidently this time. He peaked over his shoulder to make sure she was ready to leave, his hand pressing gently over hers against his chiseled stomach.
If someone had told Sansa a month ago that she would be so attracted to a man like Jax, she would have laughed in their faces in disbelieve, amused by the preposterous thought of herself falling for an outlaw, a criminal, a bad guy.
And somehow, that was exactly where she was drifting to. Margeary would be proud.
*~*~*~*
The diner seemed straight out of the 50’s. Trailer looking box, neon signs at the windows, the black and white checkered floor and the bright red leather seats. Even the waitresses were dressed in vintage uniforms.
“Sit in one of the booths, I gotta use the restroom” Jax pulled his hands up, showing the blood red stained knuckles
Sansa nodded and sat in one of the couches, watching through the window as the street became alive with people starting their day. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, and she message both Jon and Bran, who had called her a few times - a LOT - and spammed her with messages asking what had happened, where she was, and if she was alright. She didn’t wanted to go in details over the phone, so she texted simply. I’m fine. Running errands. Talk to you tonight. 
Jax sat himself in front of her, arm stretched over the back of the seat, and a waitress came towards them, straightening her apron as she smiled widely, with her eyes locked on Jax.
“Hi Jax”
“Hey... Candy” he replied, obviously uncertain of her name, and her smile grew even bigger, if that’s possible. Her face had to be hurting, by now.
“Unbelievable” Sansa snorted as she looked away, to the window. Wait. Did she said that out loud?
She turned around, and Jax was looking right at her, eyebrow arched up and his trademark cheeky smirk on display. The waitress was glaring at her. Fuck. She did said it out loud.
“I’ll have the usual: pancakes, eggs and bacon” Jax said, handing the menu over to the waitress
“Make it two. And coffee. Black.” Sansa finished, mimicking his gesture
“You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone last night” Candy spat out, clearly not minding if anyone else in the diner was listening
“I’m not. We work together” Jax explained
“She a mechanic?” Candy said dumbfounded. Where does he find these morons?
“Do I look like a mechanic to you?” Sansa snapped, annoyed. It wasn’t exactly an easy morning, and that girl was messing with her nerves. And she really needed that coffee - stat.
Jax simply chuckled “They don’t make ‘em this pretty” at that Sansa glared back at Jax, shooting him a warning look, and in response he smirked and winked back at her, shamelessly. Only Jax Teller could inappropriately flirt with her in front of his night-fling and not give two shits about it. But there was something in his eyes that Sansa hadn’t seen before, a spark she couldn’t quite describe “How ‘bout that food, uh? I’m starving”
The girl hesitated, but still walked away, awkwardly. The small-talk flowed easily - with Jax it always did. They talk about anything, everything and nothing, at the same time. Sansa made a pun comparing dirty laundry and Jax’s lady friends, and Jax was about to say something snarky when suddenly his smile dropped, as he pursed his lips and stared at someone coming from behind her.
“Teller. Sansa.” the distinct voice of Deputy Chief David Hale rang from behind her. Sansa turned around, stretching one arm over the couch’s backseat, and she shot him one of her sweetest, most sincere smile she reserved just to please.
“Good morning David”
Sansa could feel Jax’ eyes piercing through her, probably wondering when did they gotten to first-name base. But Sansa was just like that. If a person felt right to her, easy to have around, it would take her no time to break formalities.
“What can we do for you in this fine morning, Deputy?” Jax asked, his tone demanding and domineering
“I received a call, from a bar a couple streets away. Someone beaten up a crackhead pretty good” Hale looked between Sansa and Jax, focusing on the latter, and since no one spoke he continued “You two wouldn’t happen to know anything about it, would you?”
Jax was about to talk, but Sansa cut him off “Nah. We’ve been together all morning, and I didn’t see a thing. You, Jax?”
“Not a damn thing” Jax finished. He shrugged and waved his hand, dismissively “Now go away, you’re ruining our date”
“It’s not a date” Sansa stated, matter of factually, but still amused by his determination, in charming her and annoy Hale at the same time.
“Yes it is” Jax looked like a little kid, wide round eyes and a pout that was quickly turning into a smirk “We went out on a ride, we’re eating out and it’s not even noon yet” he leaned over the table, coming closer to her “One of the best dates I’ve ever had, to be honest”
Sansa chuckled, mimicking his gestures, enclosing the distance between them “It’s not a date! You’re my boss and my brother’s friend. This is a business lunch, at the most”
Jax pulled his hand flat against his chest, feigning hurt “Ouch, baby, you’re breaking my heart”
Sansa cracked out loud, laughing joyfully. Jax quickly followed her, but his eyes never left her. They had already forgotten their surroundings, right until Hale cleared his throat, and both of them looked up to him.
“In that case, I’ll leave you two to your... date”
“It’s not a date!”
*~*~*~*
“So... Candy, uh?” Sansa teased, nudging her shoulder against Jax arm, as they walked out of the diner
“Shut up” he breathed out with a smile, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close
Then he felt it. Underneath his thumb, a thin straight scar salient in the soft skin of her wrist. He turned her wrist around and opened his palm. How could he’d never noticed the scar? It crossed her wrist vertically, and it wasn’t small, either.
“A stupid mistake” Sansa muttered, as she yanked her arm away from his hold, rubbing the skin of her wrist with her own hand
“We all done shit we’re not proud of, Sans” Jax offered, lowering his head in order to stay eye level with her “It’s okay”
“I’m tired of having my siblings looking at me like I’m some tragedy” Sansa admitted “All it takes is one look at this scar and it’s a pity party”
Jax smiled “Then do something about it” he took her wrist in his hand, rubbing his thumb gently over the mark “Wear yours scars proudly, and no one can used them against you”
“How poetic of you” Sansa joked, yet she seemed to consider his words for a few seconds “Do you have anything in mind?”
*~*~*~*
By the time they got to the Autoshop, everyone was already there, and most of them were outside, either working or smoking. As soon as Sansa walked out of the bike, Bobby called out for her, as Chibs, Tig and Juice stood watching them, smiling like idiots “That was a long ass meal”
“We ran into Hale” Jax explained, as he took Sansa’s helmet from her hands, and set it on his bike “Everything’s fine, don’t worry”
“What you got there, Sans?” Tig asked, pointing at her wrist.
Sansa raised her arm, exposing a freshly made tattoo, a minimalist rose, it’s outlines expertly covering the scar she was always trying to hide. Now, no one else would be able to see it, and she could finally heal. Tig and Juice came closer, inspecting the piece, congratulating her on the design. Chibs walked towards Jax instead, and smacked him on the back of his head.
“The hell, Jackie? You spend a morning with the lad and you’re already corrupting her?” 
That moment would forever be engraved in her mind. 
The way they all cared for her, loving her without expecting anything in return. Jax was scratching the back of his head, frowning, while the bunch laughed at his expense. Sansa set her hand on his upper arm, rubbing it gently, while setting her other arm over Tig’s shoulder, whom quickly pulled her closer into a hug, shoulder on shoulder, tightly against his ribs, while grinning foolishly. They were all happily chatting, and although Sansa wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying, she smiled at the way their faces lighted up with the exchange. And finally, the way Jax eyes sparkled, as he looked at her with a wide smile and an intensity in his eyes, an inescapable tension, a heart-warming bliss, that Sansa can’t help but to let out a contented sigh.
A.N.//- Hope you all have enjoyed this one, it’s big and messy but apparently that’s my writting style 🤷‍♀️ Next chapter Margeary and Loras are making an appearance, and I’ m very excited to write it and give it to you! 
Sorry for any mispellings, english is not my native language, and I don’t have a beta-reader. Feedback = Love!
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madamebaggio · 3 years
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Notes: Previously...
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Gemma had asked Jax to get more beer, so when he got back more people had arrived for the barbecue.
One of the first guests he saw was Jon Snow, talking to some of the other men. He’d told the guys that Jon was going to be joining them.
There was a mix of reactions when they heard that. Some of them respected Jon somewhat, others were unsure about him, and some didn’t trust the fact that he’d just decided to join in.
Jax just trusted the fact that he wanted to help his family.
Rickon was running around with some other kids, which made Jax smile. The boy deserved to act like a child his age and -hopefully -stay away from trouble.
He looked around, looking for Sansa. She wasn’t anywhere near the pool, she wasn’t by Gemma -who was carrying Abel -or with the other women.
It took Jax a few minutes to find her by one of the tables, talking to a boy on a wheelchair.
She was wearing a long dress with long sleeves. It did seem somewhat like a summer dress -as in the material seemed soft and light -but it was still strange to see someone wearing so many clothes during a barbecue.
Even the people that had no intention of swimming were wearing some type of bathing suits. Most of the men were shirtless and the women were at least wearing shorts and tank tops. Not Sansa Stark.
She was covered almost from head to toe.
And that was when a thought crossed Jax’s mind: he’d never seen much of her skin exposed. He tried to remember if he’d ever seen her without long sleeves, and he didn’t think he had.
He didn’t think Sansa was shy or worried about her appearance. If he had to guess…
“She’s hiding something.” He murmured.
***
“You don’t need to babysit me.” Bran pointed out.
“I’m not.” Sansa told him easily. “I don’t know these people.”
“You used to be sociable.”
“You weren’t weird before.” She teased. “We changed.”
Bran hummed his understanding, his eyes taking her in. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it, you know? It’s not your fault.”
“I know it’s not.” She told him honestly. “But people will ask questions, and I don’t want to talk about this. Especially here.”
Bran hummed again.
Then, out of nowhere, he put his hand on top of Sansa’s. “It’s alright.”
She gave him a tremulous smile. “Thank you.”
“And there’s this blond guy coming this way. I think he’s the one Jon’s worried about.”
“Jax?”
“Yes. Jon thinks he wants your body.”
Before Sansa could reply to that statement, a shadow covered her. “Hey, Sansa.”
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madamebaggio · 3 years
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Notes: I wasn’t going to post this now, but I couldn’t resist.
Previously... Also, I found this random ‘Jim the mechanic’ dude, so I used his name. *** Jax observed as Rickon passed a tool Jim and watched in fascination the man fixing a car. Jim was patient with the kid, explaining what he was doing and why. The boy seemed really interested in it.
“How’s the kid doing?” He asked his mother.
“Fine.” She replied, even though she was still looking at the books in front of her. “He has a lot of energy, but he likes it here. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
Jax shrugged. “It’ll be good to keep him out of trouble for a while.”
Gemma finally looked at him. “You seem awfully interested in the family.”
He crossed his arms. “Why do you say it like it’s a problem?”
“I didn’t say anything.” Gemma pointed out. “But…” Jax was already rolling his eyes. “Sansa is really pretty and I know you.”
“She is.” Jax agreed. “But why are you worried?” He insisted.
“I think she’s in some kind of trouble.” Gemma finally admitted. “I think she’s here because she’s running.”
Jax arched an eyebrow. “From someone?”
“Possibly. She has this scared look about her. Rich girl fallen into hard times is quite a story, but I don’t think it’s the whole of it. Maybe she’s just running from the aunt who wants to take the kids away.”
“But you don’t think that’s the case.”
“No, I don’t.” She sighed. “She isn’t like the girls you’re used to. You play with her, she’s going to get attached and needy.”
Jax snorted. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
***
When Jax got back home, Sansa was giving Abel dinner. He was really charmed by the image of her in old jeans and a single braid.
“Hi, Sansa.”
She turned to him. “Hello, Jax. How was your day?”
“It was good.” He came next to the high chair and dropped a kiss on Abel’s head. “How’s my little man?”
“He’s an angel.” She replied, smiling at the baby. “We were reading earlier.”
“Anything interesting?”
“Curious George.”
Jax frowned. “We don’t have that book.”
“I do. It used to be Rickon’s favorite, and I couldn’t get rid of them, even after we moved.”
Jax chuckled, then pulled a chair to sit next to her. “Listen, we’ll throw a party at the club this weekend. You should bring your family.”
“So it’s a family thing.”
“Yeah, we might even not have a fist fight by the end of the night.” He teased.
Sansa snorted. “Sounds nice.”
“And I can finally meet the mysterious Bran. I’m starting to think he’s your imaginary brother.”
Sansa laughed. “He isn’t. He’s… Peculiar.”
“Rickon said he had an accident.”
“Yeah…” She cleared her throat. “He was climbing a tree and he fell. He can’t walk anymore.”
“I’m sorry to hear it.” Jax told her honestly.
“But he’s smarter than all of us put together. Although, some people would point out that’s not that impressive.”
Jax chuckled. “So you’ll be there?”
“You just invited me.”
“Yeah. So?”
Sansa bit her lower lip. “I’ll be there.”
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Notes: Previously...
Also, back in the day, @eamesandbellamyaremyheaven suggested that Gemma hires Sansa as a nanny, so here she is. There was also this very encouraging snippet that made me consider the benefits of Sansa working as a nanny. So yeah... Thanks, darling!
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“This is Abel.” Gemma put the baby boy on Sansa’s arms. “He’s your responsibility now.”
Sansa smiled at the baby. “He’s a cute responsibility.”
“That he is.” Gemma also smiled down at the baby. “Jax and I spend most of the day out, so you’ll need to take care of him and the house.”
“I can do that.”
Gemma hummed as she observed Sansa with the baby. “You know how to take care of kids.” It wasn’t a question.
“I’m the big sister.” She reminded Gemma. “I used to help my mother to take care of Rickon when he was this big. He was way less annoying back then.”
“They only get worse.” Gemma snickered. “Trust me.”
“Anything I need to know about him or the house?” Sansa asked. “Medication, family that is allowed to visit…”
“If we aren’t here, nobody is allowed in the house.” Gemma told her firmly. “And if you want to take him anywhere, tell us first.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sansa agreed immediately.
Gemma smirked at her. “You’re way too polite for Charming.”
“That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”
Gemma shrugged. “Do you look like your mother?” She asked suddenly.
Sansa’s smile was small, but it was warm. “I do.”
“Was she proud of you?”
Sansa’s eyes were fixed on Abel, her smile vanished as she shook her head. “At the end… I don’t think so.”
Gemma gave her a gentle slap on the shoulder. “If you ever feel like you’re ready to talk about what really sent you packing from New York… I’m curious to hear it.”
Sansa snorted. “Thank you.”
The front door opened. “Mom?” Jax was upon them in a second. “Sansa. What a surprise.”
“She’ll watch Abel during the day.” Gemma informed him.
“Really?” He drawled. “Welcome to the family.”
“Thank you… Mr. Teller?”
Jax chuckled. “Don’t call me that, unless you want to start something.”
Gemma gave him a flat look, clearly unimpressed by him.
“Just Jax is fine.”
Sansa could feel herself blushing. Just great.
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***
Sansa sighed as she entered Jon’s house. Taking care of a small child and a house was hard work, harder than she’d thought before.
Maybe it was just her, and the fact that she was scared of doing something wrong, of hurting little Abel, even by accident.
She liked Abel; he was a sweet child who just needed a lot of love. Gemma and Jax spent most of the day out of the house, so he probably missed having someone around.
Sansa had never managed to feel lonely as a child. She’d had an army of siblings running around the house and making noise. Once she’d thought she wanted to get away from them and have some silence.
Fate was cruel enough to give her exactly what she’d wished for.
“What are you two doing?” She asked upon finding Jon and Bran playing chess together. 
“Bran was trying to teach me.” Jon sighed. “But I suck at this.”
“No.” Bran spoke softly. “You’re good at it, but you keep second guessing yourself, because you believe you’re bad at it. It’s strategy, you know what you have to do.”
Sansa threw an amused glance at Jon. “I’ll start dinner while Bran psychoanalyses you.”
She moved to the kitchen after checking on Rickon, who was doing his homework -apparently Jim wouldn’t let him stick around if he didn’t finish it.
She’d just started slicing peppers when Jon appeared next to her. “I’m sorry for not starting this before you arrived.”
“It’s fine. Thank you for keeping Bran company.”
Jon chuckled. “He’s got some interesting ideas.”
Sansa snorted. “That’s what we’re calling it.”
“Sansa… Do you know what Jax does?”
She put the knife down and looked at him. “Let me guess; the auto shop and the club aren’t exactly official business.”
Jon scratched the back of his head and sighed. “The club is… Complicated.”
“Jon, they’re criminals, aren’t they?”
“I guess it depends who you ask.” Jon offered.
“Let’s say we’re asking the police.”
“Definitely criminals.”
Sansa sighed. “What are you about to say? Should we keep our distance?”
“It’s too late for that.” Jon told her, but he didn’t look as bothered as she’d thought he’d be. “Teller offered me a job and I took it.”
“Why?” Sansa asked in shock. “Jon, if it’s because of us…”
“I want to help you, Sansa.” Jon told her firmly. “And it’s not only about the money. If we’re part of the club, you’ll be safe. And…” He pressed when she started to protest. “They know a lot of people; maybe they can help us look for Arya.”
She took a deep breath in. “You’re doing so much for us, Jon. I can’t ask you to do this. You’re like dad, you never wanted to get involved with this type of things.”
“I already did.” He told her, his voice low, his eyes on the ground. “You have no idea what I had to do for my country.”
“Oh god.” Sansa pulled him to her, hugging Jon. “Thank you for being here.”
He hugged her back. “We’ll make the best out of this, okay?”
“Ok.” She dried her eyes before pulling back, so Jon wouldn’t see the tears. “Oh, we were invited for a barbecue.”
Jon snorted. “Teller just wants to see you in a bikini.”
Sansa rolled her eyes. “He’s gonna be really disappointed then.”
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It’s been a while here too...
So... I was supposed to have started watching the series already, but... Yeah... I didn’t. Sorry about that. So I’m mostly still guessing. Let me know if I get something too wrong. I really try to keep my characters from being too OOC.
***
Night’s Watch was a bar in Charming that tended to attract a lot of ex-military types. Jax wasn’t sure exactly why, but maybe it had to do with the fact that the owner -grizzly Jeor Mormont - was a veteran himself.
It wasn’t an exclusive crowd, but he could recognize the type as soon as he walked in.
He wondered if that was why Jon Snow worked there.
Jax himself occasionally visited the place, since it was nice for calmer nights where he just wanted to have a beer and shoot the shit with his buddies. Mormont had a serious policy about people starting shit in his bar.
Jon was a curious character. When he came around it was clear he wasn’t from the area, and it was even clearer that he’d seen some shit.
He had this heavy and haunted look about him. He was quiet, but there was something about Snow that said he knew how to kill a guy.
Rumor had it, that Snow was actually former black ops. Nobody knew exactly where or how he’d served or why he was in Charming now, but Jax was convinced he was dangerous. There was something about Snow that made people give him a wide berth, even though he wasn’t a bully.
Therefore, when Jax entered the Night's Watch that night, he wasn’t looking for a fight. He wanted to talk.
As soon as he sat by the bar, Jon was in front of him. “What do you want, Teller?”
“To offer a helping hand.”
“Why?”
Jax shrugged. “I liked the kid.”
Jon gave him a hard look. “The kid or the girl?” He wanted to know.
“So you think I’m interested in your pretty cousin?”
Jon’s look said everything.
“Look, I’m just offering a hand.”
“Why?” Jon demanded again.
“We could use your help.” Jax admitted.
“What?”
“Come on. Now you have a family that depends on you. This.” He made a gesture to encompass the bar “won’t be enough.”
“So I should just join your…”
“Club.” Jax finished for him.
Jon snorted, clearly knowing what that actually meant.
“I thought about getting Rickon a small job at the shop. Just small stuff, so he can make a bit of pocket money and keep himself out of trouble. My mother is trying to get Sansa a job. Why not you as well?”
Jon leaned towards him. “I know why you want me in the club. You’ve heard the same rumors as everyone else.”
“I did.” Jax admitted easily. “Were they right?”
Jon pulled back. “Maybe you’ll find out.”
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Notes: So this is my first try with Jax... Let’s see how that goes.
Let me know if you think this is ok or to OOC.
***
“Start talking.”
“Please, don’t call the police.” The young boy asked.
“Then start talking.” Jax pressed again. “Why are you stealing?”
“To help my sister.”
“Does she know that?”
“No.” He admitted. “Please, if Sansa knows I’m in trouble again she’ll cry. We just moved here.”
“Why did you move?” Jax asked, seeing in the boy’s eyes that something had happened.
Rickon -as he said his name was -looked down. “I got in trouble in my last school.”
“Let me guess.” Jax put a cigarette between his lips. “You got caught stealing there too.”
“Yeah…” He started twisting the strings of his hoodie. “I use the money to buy little things, the ones she won’t notice, like school stuff.”
“And how do you think this is helpful to her? Specially since she had to move because of it?” Jax asked, no sympathy in his tone of voice.
“It’s not fair she has to take care of us alone!” He protested.
Jax snorted. “Life isn’t fair, kiddo. You keep doing this, someone will eventually call the police and then social services go knocking on her door. Do you think that will make her happy?”
The boy looked stricken. “They have already. They told her they might send me to live with my aunt Lysa.”
“And you’re still doing shit like this?”
“I want to help her!” Rickon insisted. “Bran is studying, but Sansa left everything to care for us. We don’t have parents, our brother died… She shouldn’t have to take care of everything alone.”
Jax sighed. “She shouldn’t, but that’s life.” He pointed out again. He gave Rickon an assessing look. “Let’s go see your sister.”
“Why?” He asked scared.
“You’re living around here, right?”
“Yes…”
“Well, maybe we can figure something out. Help you guys. If…” He gave Rickon a serious look. “If you promise me to behave.”
“I will!” Rickon agreed immediately.
“Great. I’ll grab you a helmet and take you home.”
“You’re giving me a ride? Awesome!”
Jax snorted, reluctantly amused by the boy. He clearly wasn’t a bad kid, but Jax figured it was better to talk to the sister anyway. Maybe his mother could help him figure something out to help the Starks.
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Notes: Previously...
So... This is happening. It’s not a drill. I’ll keep on working and see where it gets.
If you guys can leave information about Jax and the people he trusts on the series, I’d appreciate. Who are his bros, what about his mother... Any deets you can think of will be truly helpful. I know he had Tara in his life, but I don’t like love triangles, so she won’t be around this story, but whatever you guys think it’s relevant for his character, please let me know ;)
***
The closer they got to the address, the more Rickon squirmed. Jax could see that the boy really didn’t want to disappoint his sister.
He could’ve given the kid a free pass, but it was better not. He kept doing shit like that, he might get in even more trouble in the future. He was lucky as fuck that Jax was there when the boy tried to pickpocket one of his men. Some might not be so understanding, since he wasn’t a little kid anymore.
Therefore, Jax intended to talk to Sansa Stark -the mysterious sister -and see what the situation was. Rickon had told him they didn’t have their parents and one brother had died, and that seemed like a dire situation.
The house was small but well kept with an American flag fluttering with the breeze.
Jax put a hand on Rickon’s shoulder as he knocked on the door, then they waited. Soon the door opened and he saw Sansa for the first time.
She took him and Rickon in a second, her eyes widening in concern.
Jax forgot why he was there for a minute. If there was one thing that became quite clear as soon as he saw her face, was that Sansa didn’t belong there at all. She was far too pretty, far too classy for that place. Rich girl fallen into hard times was written all over her.
“Rickon? What happened?” Her upper class Manhattan accent only proved that.
“Hey, San.” Her brother gave her a weak smile. “This is Jax.”
Her eyes went to Jax and he could feel her taking him in.
“Go in, kid.” He told Rickon. “I’ll talk to you sister. No more trouble, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir!” Rickon agreed easily, running inside the house.
Sansa sighed. “What did he do?” She asked as someone who already knew the answer.
“He tried to pickpocket a friend.”
“Oh god…” She crossed her arms in front of herself and gave him a concerned look. “What do I owe you?”
“Nothing.” He assured her. “He’s not a bad kid, but he has to stop this shit.”
“I know. I’ve tried talking to him, but I feel he just doesn’t listen to me.”
“He thinks he’s helping.” Jax conceded. “But he’ll get into real trouble if he doesn’t smart up soon.”
“Thank you for not calling the police.” She told him, gratitude shining from her eyes.
“Yeah, I try to avoid that.” He chuckled.
He could see it wasn’t a reassuring thing to say.
“Sansa? Who’s at the door?” A male voice called from inside the house.
Jax watched as Jon Snow came up behind Sansa. “Teller?”
“Hey, Snow.”
“You know each other?”She was clearly curious.
“We see each other occasionally at the Night’s Watch.” Jon told her.
“Right…” Sh drawled.
“Well, it’s been a pleasure.” He told both. “I’ll see you guys around.” He waved as he stepped back, now even more curious.
Why the hell was a girl like Sansa living with a guy like Jon Snow?
Color him intrigued.
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Okay, everybody LISTEN UP!
This snippet is kind of “under construction” and it’s colaborative. That means that I’ll write it based on previous information I got about Gemma. I haven’t started the series yet, but I will soon. Until there, the grasp I have on Gemma’s personality is loose.
I’ll write her talk with Sansa and you guys will direct me. That means that, if she’s OOC, if she’s too soft, too tough, too whatever, you let me know and I’ll redo it.
If it’s good too let me know, but let’s be honest... That’d a hell of a magic trick.
So be honest, let me know, and let’s see how it goes.
Also, I was in doubt of how Gemma would introduce herself and if she’d let Sansa call her by her name straight away. So I went with that at first, but let me know if I need to change it.
***
Sansa didn’t expect to hear from Jax Teller again.
And, in a way… She didn’t.
His mother showed up at her door first.
“Sansa Stark?”
Sansa didn’t know how to properly react to the badass woman at her door. “Yes?”
“I’m Gemma. Jax told me to have coffee with you.” She took off her sunglasses. “So I hope you have that.”
“Hum…Yes. I… I do.” She cleared her throat. “Sorry, come in.”
Gemma entered the small house and took all in one look. Jon had been extremely kind letting Sansa and the kids move to his house like this. She was doing her best to keep it as neat as possible. Fortunately, only Rickon was messy and they managed to keep it under control.
Gemma probably could see the cramped conditions; the house wasn’t meant for four people to live in. Rickon and Bran were sharing a room, Jon had given Sansa the other one and was sleeping on the couch, because he was that noble.
“The kitchen is that way.” Sansa indicated.
Gemma gave her an assessing look, before moving to the kitchen.
Sansa started to nervously move around it, preparing the coffee.
“Since he’s sleeping on the couch, I take you aren’t Jon’s woman.” Gemma started from nowhere.
Sansa froze for a second, before continuing what she was doing. “We’re cousins.”
Gemma snorted. “Doesn’t mean much in some places.”
“Not that type of cousins.”
“Jax’s my son. He told me you’re in some kind of trouble.” Gemma pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it up. “Your little brother said some things to him.”
Sansa sighed. “I’m sorry about…”
“Don’t apologize.” Gemma waved her concern away. “And forget the coffee. Sit and talk.”
Sansa did it, almost in a trance. Gemma offered her a cigarette.
“I shouldn’t…” Sansa bit her lower lip. “I’m supposed to be giving Rickon a good example.”
“Do you want it or not?” Gemma pressed.
Sansa sighed. “God yes.” She picked a cigarette and brought it to her lips.
“Now…” Gemma offered her the lighter. “Tell me what’s brought a Manhattan girl all the way to Charming.”
“Is the accent that obvious?”
“Yes.”
Sansa sighed once again. “Our parents died in a car crash.” She took a drag from her cigarette. “My eldest brother was shot in a mugging and died.” She scoffed, took another drag. “And my sister ran away from home. There wasn’t much money left, and Bran needs physical therapy. Jon offered us a place to stay, even though he didn’t have to.”
“He’s family.” Gemma pointed out. “Why wouldn’t he help?”
“You’d be surprised.” Sansa laughed bitterly. “I have an aunt that’s constantly trying to get the boys away from me.”
“Why?”
“Because she can.” Sansa shrugged.
“How old are you?” Gemma wanted to know.
“21.”
The older woman hummed her understanding. “Are you working?”
“Not yet.” Sansa confessed. “But I need to find a job soon. Jon can’t be responsible for all of us like this.”
Gemma took in the young woman in front of her. She didn’t think Sansa was telling her the whole truth. She believed in all Sansa told her -the parents, the brother, the sister, even the aunt -but she felt like this story was missing big chunks of something.
“Fine, I heard the sob story. Now be honest.” She gave Sansa a firm look, one that told her not to mess with her. “How are you really feeling?”
Sansa started chuckling, then fat tears started rolling down her face. She felt like she was breaking apart. “I’m just so fucking tired and scared.” Sansa admitted. “I don’t want the boys to see it, but I don’t know what else to do. Everyday I’m worried something’s gonna happen, and someone will take my brothers away. And Arya is out there somewhere, doing God knows what, and it kills me too. I feel like I’ve failed them all.”
While she ranted, her cigarette had burned most of the way down, so Sansa threw it inside the glass in front of her.
Gemma watched her in silence, before offering her another cigarette. “Did you get it all out of your chest?” She asked.
“I…” Sansa cleared her throat, cleaned her tears and took the second cigarette. “I guess so.”
“Good.” Gemma watched as she lit the new cigarette. “Smoke properly this time, and calm down.”
Sansa just nodded and smoked obediently.
“Listen, kid, I’m not gonna lie to you.” Gemma started. “I’m not going to pat you on the back and say things will get better. They won’t. You’re responsible for a family now and it’s gonna be harder and harder. That fear? It never goes away.”
Sansa was pretty sure this was the worst peppy talk ever.
“But…” Gemma gave her a meaningful look. “You ain’t no delicate flower, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. You want to keep your family together? No more crying, it’s time to take this situation by the balls.”
“Ok…”
“And we’ll start by getting you a job.”
“Really?” Sansa sounded completely surprised.
“Yes. Really.” Gemma leaned back against her chair. “Tell me what you can do.”
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Masterlist (Updated 14/12/2019)
This list contains: Marvel, Peaky Blinders, Vikings, Game Of Thrones, Sons of Anarchy, Kingsman, The Hobbit, The 100, The Riot Club, American Horror Story and Merlin
Marvel
Avengers:
That’s Just Wrong
We Irritating
Steve Rogers:
Come Back To Me
1940′s Day
We Lost Them
‘I Could Never Have This’
Rapunzel
Language Of Love
Wrong Lover Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
You Abandoned Me Series 11/11:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Bucky Barnes:
1940′s Day
Hold My Hand
Wardrobe Malfunction / Part 2
For You
Delirious Confessions
Mr and Mrs Barnes
Our First Night
The Butterfly Effect (Powers!Reader)
‘He’s gone, but I’ve got you’
Wrong Lover Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Tony Stark:
Salt ‘n’ Pepper
Barking Up The Wrong Tree
New Menu
Not Alone
‘We’ve both had a shitty day, so let’s just stay in and cuddle.’
Thor Odinson:
A New Ruler
New Haircut
History of Our Worlds
Looks Aren’t Always Everything
Loki:
Mischief In The Making
Peter Quill:
Mother Figure
Peter Parker:
Stay Out Of My Way
Secret Dreams
A Bad Disguise
Door To Door
Millionaire Mentor
‘You knew I was going to ask you out?’
Hiding
‘I know how much you love her.’
Saying The Wrong Things
Paying My Respects
Stephen Strange:
The Doctor’s Daughter (Powers!Reader)
Sam Wilson:
Wingman
I Found
Wanda Maximoff:
A Trip To The Museum
A Different Person
Broken Hands
Pietro Maximoff:
A Trip To The Museum
Brock Rumlow:
Workplace Drama
Unprofessional
Jack Thompson:
The Right Kinda Gal
Clint Barton:
High Rooftops (Stark!Reader)
Peaky Blinders
Tommy Shelby:
The Tattooed Lady
‘You’re worth more.’
‘She’s Always Been The One’
Different Now
Free Spirit
Finn Shelby:
Practically Invisible
Difference Doesn’t Matter
The Girl From The Circus
Say It Again
‘Stop lying so that I know you’re OK!’
Ada Shelby:
Protesting For Love (Fem!Reader)
Isaiah Jesus:
‘Let me help you!’
Michael Gray:
Snowy Nights
Bonnie Gold:
Thin Ice
Vikings
Cast Imagines:
I Ship It-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader
Sickly Love-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader
Drama On Set-Marco Ilso x Reader
Rumours-Alexander Ludwig
Ivar Ragnarsson:
It Wasn’t You / Part 2
A Short Temper
Too Close
Lost In Love
A Typical Love Story
Obsessed
The Benefits of Friendship
A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson
A Perfect Match
Hvitserk Ragnarsson:
You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader
Just Confess
I Don’t Need Your Help / Part 2
I Am One Of You / Part 2 / Part 3
An Unforeseen Future / Part 2
Certain Affairs
Ubbe Ragnarsson:
Gentle Viking
You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader
You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson
A Real Farmer
You Look At Me Differently Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Sigurd Ragnarsson:
You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader
Bjorn Ironside:
Useless Excuses
You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson
Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black
A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson
A Missing Piece
Ragnar Lothbrok:
Friends Till The End
The Funny Foreigners
A Strange Bond
Halfdan The Black:
Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black
Vague Memories
Just Be Gentle
Dark Things
I Am Not Small
The Quiet One Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Margrethe:
Sticking Together
Game Of Thrones
Jon Snow:
The Other Woman / Part 2
A Continuous Nightmare
A Late Present
Men From The North
Stand Up For Yourself
This Cannot Happen
Cold Hearted
How Long Are You Staying For?
Battling For Love
A Twisted Tale
Robb Stark:
This Is My Idea Of Fun
Stop Stepping On My Feet
Bran Stark:
You Don’t See It
Sansa Stark:
A Long Awaited Rescue
Brienne of Tarth:
Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader
Tormund Giantsbane:
Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader
Sons Of Anarchy
Falling Into The Wrong Crowd Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Patched In-SAMCRO x Gay!Reader
Jax Teller:
The Ideal Daughter Part 1/ Part 2
Rebellious
Secrets Revealed
Cutting The Tension
Not Your Typical Woman
Charming’s New Resident
The New Opie / Part 2
Wreck and Repair
Opie Winston:
Spicing Things Up
Happy Lowman:
Love Is Blind, Literally
Chibs Telford:
I’m Too Old For This Shit
Kingsman
Eggsy Unwin:
A Different Background
Time To Meet The In-Laws
Our Friends Across The Pond-Eggsy Unwin x Avengers!Reader
Dangerous Woman
The Secretary
How Romantic (Hart!Reader)
The Hobbit
Thorin Oakenshield:
You Have Changed Part 1/ Part 2
Kili Oakenshield:
Coming Home
The 100
Bellamy Blake:
Contact
The Real Me
Not The Same
Forming An Alliance Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Clarke Griffin:
The Final List
Merlin
Arthur Pendragon:
A Betraying Secret
Another Protector
The New Rule
In Line For The Throne / Part 2
A Need For Comfort
Merlin:
Second Impressions
A Touch of Magic
A Magic Bond
Sir Leon:
The Silent Maiden
Gwaine:
Expected
Good Omens
Demons and Dragons-Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale
American Horror Story
It All Comes Down To This-Kit Walker x Reader
The Riot Club
Alistair Ryle:
Money Fixes Everything / Part 2
Dimitri Mitropoulos:
‘I like you either way’
Car Share
Harry Villiers:
Reversed Roles
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Future Updates
Just so you guys know what’s coming your way in the next days.
I want to finish (as soon as possible) the new chapter of:
A Steely Haven (Arthur x Sansa where Sansa goes to England in the movieverse)
A Whisper In The Dark (Jonsa after the war)
Pretty (Awesome) in Pink (Modern day Éomer x Lothíriel)
(Even if you're the reason of) My Delirium (Sansa x Oberyn x Willas, modern days)
After all of that is finished (one of these days...), then I’ll go on to:
Not that kind of princess (Éomer x Lothíriel inside canon)
Hidden Scars and Wolf Tattoos (Sansa x Jax, modern days)
Loving her was red (Tommy Shelby x Sansa, PB verse)
Of all your pretty horses before (You should know that I can love you much more) (Tommy x Sansa modern days)
Maybe they’re seeing something we don’t (Modern days Theonsa)
If I managed to get all of this done then I’ll go to other works, but one thing at a time ;)
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Heart of Novocaine Ch1|| Jax Teller x Sansa Stark (SoA/GoT)
Sons of Anarchy x Game of Thrones AU (set before the show)
Warnings: none for now, but there will be violence and smut in the future - with SAMCRO what do you expect? 😜 
Summary: After loosing her mother and elder brother in an accident, Sansa takes her younger siblings and moves in with Jon, who lives in Charming, to start anew, amidst from and the suffering and heartache from the past. But can she adapt to Jon’s dangerous lifestyle? And what if her “past” comes looking for her? And for how long will she be able to abstain herself from the alluring advances of Jax?
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Chapter One - Far from Home
Sansa raised her head to the skies, and closed her eyes. It was a grim day, as it was past midday and the sun wouldn’t shine through the dark heavy clouds, and the cold breeze puncture through her skin, her blood, her bones. It was a grim day, for grim matters.
Sansa looked to her left, where Arya stood. Arya raised her head, giving her a simple tight-lipped smile, an understanding smile, and took her hand in hers, squeezing gently. When Arya adverted her gaze, Sansa looked to her left, where her brothers where. Jon’s shoulder brushed against her arm, as he was now smaller than her a few inches. He’d taken hold of Rickon by his shoulder, pulling the youngest of the pack closer to him. Bran stood by their side, is face void of any emotion.
All dressed in black, two graves freshly dug and filled in front of them.
A drunken driver. A car crash. A massacre. No survivors. That’s how she was told she had lost her mother and brother Robb, less than a year after loosing her father.
The world was cruel to the Starks, it had always been. But as long as the family stood together, as a unit, they could endure all the obstacles that were thrown at them. That’s what Ned used to say. And when he died, leaving them stripped from their shield, Catlyn and Robb joined forces and ran the company her father had built, a company that was facing serious difficulties. Now, with them gone, her only solution was to sell all of their belongings in order to pay the dept, and sell the company. She couldn’t run it without Robb, anyway. And she couldn’t take care of her siblings alone, so Jon had offered her to move in with him, and she had accepted it.
So, in the two weeks that passed since her mother and brother’s death, Jon had stayed behind to found them a place that would be fit for all of them, leaving Sansa to deal, alone, with the funeral and the legal bureaucracies that involved selling all of her family legacy. In between packing what was left, finishing paperwork and signing deals, Sansa barely had any time to assimilate what was happening, as she was running in auto-pilot and coffee.
“We need to go now if we want to get there before dark” Jon said, facing her, to which Sansa simply nodded. The ride to Charming was long, and since Jon brought his bike Sansa would be the one driving the car down to California.
*~*~*~*
Sansa let her last bag fall into the floor in a thud, taking in her surroundings for the first time since they started unloading. The mid-century house Jon had rented for them was in good conditions, but it was outdated. The furniture was old, dark and sturdy, and every room had colors and patterns that didn’t quite match one another. Not to mention that in the two weeks that Jon had already stayed there, he made a mess of it, with empty beer bottles and take out boxes scattered through the living room’s every surface, and as she reached through the dark-green linen couch pillows, she pulled out a lacy hot pink thong, which she immediately threw away, grunting in disgust.
“Eww, Jon!” She rubbed her hand fast on her jeans, as Jon simply chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, obviously uncomfortable with her discovery
“Me and the boys had a party last night, won’t happen again” he said, apologetic, as she raised her brow, looking at him clearly annoyed
The boys. Jon left the Starks household when he was 14, and moved in with his mother to Charming, California. There he apparently made friends with a group of 16 year-old wanna-be bikers, whom she couldn’t remember the names, and as they finished high school they joined the town’s biker club, Sons of Anarchy. Now, Jon worked in the auto shop that belonged to the president of the club, and the group spent most of their waking hours together, either working or partying.
“This place’s a shithole” Arya stated, as she walked through them with two duffle bags thrown over her shoulders
“Arya!” Sansa scolded, her stare firm but stern “It has potential, maybe we can make it better over time. New furniture, a fresh coat of paint, the boys can take care of the front yard-”
“Don’t count on it, sis” Rickon replied as he passed them by, his eyes glued on his phone, as Bran simply shrugged, too busy carrying an heavy box of books to even dignify them with a spoken answer.
Sansa grabbed a black trash bag and started to pick up the empty bottles that were spread all over the place, the mess all around her was starting to make her feel anxious.
“So, what’s for dinner?” she asked Jon, but as she looked to him she noticed he was on the phone. He hung up, and smiled weakly at her with guilty eyes, as he tapped his phone against his hand, a nervous tic he had since she could remember.
“Jax called, they need me in the club”
If Sansa could shoot daggers with her eyes, Jon would be dead on the stop. He moved closer to her before she could start screaming at him, and he held her steady by her shoulders, speaking low so that the younglings could not hear them.
“It’ll only be for a couple hours, I swear, he wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important”
Sansa sighed “I need you too. We need you. Things have to change, Jon. What happens when I get a job?”
“Speaking of which” Jon shot her one of his rare, mischievous grins, making her instantly roll her eyes “Gemma wants to hire someone to help with the shop paperwork, and I told them of your degree, so Jax said if you want the job, it’s yours”
Sansa felt herself calming down, and she smiled gently at her brother “You got me a job?”
“Well, technically, Jax did, I just suggested your name” Jon said, as he grabbed his kutte and slipped it on. “So, don’t forget to thank your new boss when you see him tomorrow, ‘kay?”
“I sure will, biker boy” Sansa teased jokingly
“I’m gonna regret this, ain’t I?” he asked, exasperated, as he ran his hand through his thick black curls, and Sansa couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction to her provocation. He was more alike Robb than she’d ever expected.
“Calm down Jon, unlike Margaery, I don’t have a bikers fetish”
Jon first made a disgusted face, but then her words sunk in and he raised his eyebrow, curious “Margaery has a what!?”
“Ugh, just leave already!” Sansa said, faking annoyance, as she pushed him out the door and closed it quickly behind him, smiling as she went back into cleaning the house. 
*~*~*~*
Sansa set the car into parking, coming to an halt. She looked at her watch, noticing it marked a quarter to nine. She’d arrived early, but there was people walking around the garage already, so she exited the vehicle, old metal screeching as she opened the door.
As she came closer to the shop she could feel all those curious eyes glancing at her, gruff-looking men twice her age wondering her up and down.
“Hello, sweetheart” one of them shouted, a younger man with a short mohawk and a devilish smile, as the rest of them laugh. Sansa raised her perfectly trimmed brow at him, defiantly, and instead of ignore him or scold him, like she would do, she pulled out a Marge card, and shot the men the most sweet - yet provoking - smile she could muster as she opened the entrance door.
“Good morning to you too” she said, sliding through the door as it closed behind her, fully aware of the slack-jawed men she left behind
There was a woman behind the counter, eyes scanning through some receipts as she expertly moved them in between her fingers, using the other hand to bring a cigarette up to her lips, inhaling deeply, her bony cheeks hollowing as she raised her eyes towards Sansa.
Sansa closed the distance and raised her hand at the older woman “Hi, I’m Sansa, Jon’s sister. I’m here for the accounting job...?”
The woman didn’t move. She looked her up and down, as she puffed out the smoke, taking in her’s features, and in that moment Sansa was glad she’d opted for a simple black shirt, jeans and sneakers. The woman’s lips curled upwards, and she nodded as she dropped the papers and reached for her hand “Gemma”
Sansa smiled gently to her new boss, and the woman waved to her to follow. Gemma was lean and tall, and she looked all the way what she’d imagined a biker’s wife would look like. Long, styled hair, tattoos on her exposed chest, a cleavage that left barely nothing to the imagination, leather pants with an adorned buckled belt and high heel boots. She looked like a Van Halen groupie.
“You don’t look like Jon” Gemma remarked, and Sansa chuckled
“Yeah, I hear that a lot. I look a lot like my mom...” Sansa voice dropped, as she felt her heart clenched at the thought of her mother, hauntingly beautiful, now six-feet under. Gemma turned around, facing her with a compassionate smile.
“She must’ve been a beautiful woman, then”
“And pretty badass, too” Sansa added, thinking of how Catlyn would rule the house with an iron fist
“I hope you have some of that in you, ‘cause these boys can be pretty handful” Gemma said, as she pushed the door open, leading Sansa inside an office. Sansa furrowed her eyes, confused, and Gemma explained “In here, we mix family and business, and we take care of our own. You’ll see that soon enough, but for now, let’s concentrate in cleaning this mess”
*~*~*~*
Jax rushed towards the shop’s office, looking for Gemma, his self-assured throttle a sign of his good mood.
“Hey Ma-”
“She’s not here” an unknown voice called from inside the office, before he turned the corner and entered the room. He froze under the door arch, unable to move forward, or leave. 
Jax knew Jon’s sister was the new employee, hell, he was the one that came up with that idea, but for the past couple days she had been working there, he had been either running around for the club or visiting his son, so it was the first time he was face-to-face with her. And what a face.
She was sat down by the desk parallel to his mother’s, too lost in the accounting books to acknowledge his presence. Her auburn hair, long and wild, cascaded down her shoulders, in contrast to her dark blue shirt, that in its simplicity only emphasized more her porcelain skin and the most stunning set of bright eyes he had ever seen.
She was nibbling lightly at the end of the pen in her hand, and Jax could feel himself grin at the thought of what else he would love to see those full lips wrapped around.
Jax cleared his throat, hoping she would finally noticed him there, too afraid to let his mind wander anymore on the thoughts that involved the beautiful stranger in front of him. 
“Hi there” he called, and she looked up. And he was a goner.
Her bright blue eyes staring wide at his, her mouth slightly open, lacking a pen, as she first noticed him standing there, by the door. He bravely kept the steady eye-contact, his brows rising as he smiled smugly, waiting for any kind of embarrassed reaction from her. Instead, her eyes softened as her lips curled into a mesmerizing smile.
“Hi” her voice is as sweet as a hummingbird, Jax thought, as he moved closer to her, sitting down in the chair in front of her desk, his legs sprawled out and his fingers entwined over his torso
“So, you’re Jon’s baby sis, huh?”
She rolled her eyes quickly at him, obviously amused by his teasing, as the sweet smile never left her lips “My name is Sansa”
Sansa. An unusual name for an unusual good-looking woman.
“Jax” he replied, as he pulled the cigarette box out of his pocket, grabbing a stick in between two fingers.
He noticed her gaze drifting from his face to his hand, and as she leaned back on her chair she looked up to his eyes again.
“So, it’s you I have to thank for the job, then” she remarked, and he simply shrugged
“Jon said you’re good with numbers”
She chuckled “I hope to live to that high expectations”
Jax was about to bring the cigarette to his lips, but stopped, just inches away. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, as he tried not to show too much how he was amused by her smart teases. He licked his bottom lip as his eyes never left hers, a hum escaping him “And some”
Sansa looked away from his gaze into her papers, still smirking as a flush of heat rose from her neck into her cheeks “Gemma’s out, running errands. She’ll be back in an hour or so”
Jax pulled the cigarette into his lips and pushed himself up using the armrests, turning to the door as he lighted up the stick. He then turned around, puffing out the smoke before he smiled cheeky and winked “See ya‘round, Red”
She let out a loud laugh, her eyes and nose crinkled in pure amusement, and when Jax thought Sansa couldn’t be more arousing she spoke, her voice sweet and flirtatious as a purr
“Bye, Boss”
A.N.: So, here it is the first chapter!!! Sorry for any mispelling, and if there is anyone interested the taglist is open!
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Heart of Novocaine Ch2|| Jax Teller x Sansa Stark (SoA/GoT)
Sons of Anarchy x Game of Thrones AU (show divergent)
Warnings: none for now, but there will be violence and smut in the future - with SAMCRO what do you expect? 😜 
Summary: After loosing her mother and elder brother in an accident, Sansa takes her younger siblings and moves in with Jon, who lives in Charming, to start anew, amidst from and the suffering and heartache from the past. But can she adapt to Jon’s dangerous lifestyle? And what if her “past” comes looking for her? And for how long will she be able to abstain herself from the alluring advances of Jax?
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Chapter Two - Bird on the Wire
Sansa sat down on top of her bed covers, crossing her legs under herself, waiting for Margaery to accept the video call. She looked to her side, watching as Arya was sound asleep, with her back turned to her. In her younger years, she had always complained having to share her room with her sister, and now, both grown-ass women, had to share a bed. A fucking bed. Thank god it was a big, double bed, or Sansa would’ve rather slept on the floor. Arya was a lousy bed companion, and during the night would throw her legs on top of Sansa’s, or somehow she would manage to slap Sansa on her face and chest. And there was also the matter of the drunk snoring, something Sansa had experienced the last time they went camping, when they stole their parents a couple bottles of whiskey and played drinking games.
“Hellooo, earth to Sans!?” Margaery high pitched voice echoed through the phone, calling Sansa out of her daydreaming
“Sorry, I’m here” Sansa apologized, smiling fondly “I missed you so much, Margie! How are you?”
“Oh, you know, bored to the core, nothing fun happens here” Margaery pouted, before continuing “How about you, living with a biker gang... Anyone worth mentioning?” she asked, giggling her eyebrows suggestively
Him “No” Sansa tried to sound nonchalant, but she knew she had failed, as she felt her cheeks warming up, something that her best-friend had also noticed
“You sure?” she teased
“Yeah, I’m sure” Sansa said, rolling her eyes, but her grin was hard to miss. Those damned eyes...
“Sansa, dear, by the way you’re blushing, I bet those pajama trousers are wet as hell”
“Margaery!” Sansa yelped, bringing her spare hand up to cover her face, as her friend laughed happily. Margaery always pushed her just the right way, and she became a different person around her. More loose, confident, and daring, and Sansa loved the power that transpired from her, when she was with Margaery. She looked to her side, and Arya was deep in her heavy sleep “Okay, I’m gonna tell you something, but you cannot, I repeat CANNOT tell anyone”
Margaery smiled deviously “Cross my heart”
“Jon’s been friends with this guy since his teens, right, and he was the one that introduced him to the club. It so happens that his family owns the auto shop we work in and he’s also smoking hot, I mean, steaming hot, drop dead gorgeous, looks that could kill kind guy. And you know what’s the worst?”
“what?”
“He knows he’s so damn irresistible, and he’s not afraid to show it. And he keeps teasing me, and calling me Red, and I’m trying really hard to keep my distance because I know nothing good will come from messing with him, but he’s starting to get on my nerves. Even the way he smokes is stupidly sexy, and that smug grin does things to me that I’m too ashamed to say out loud”
Sansa finished with a sigh, feeling a lot better for finally talking about her frustrations with her best-friend. Margaery, on the other end, was silent.
“You need to get laid” she finally said, despite the protests that erupted out of Sansa “So let me get this straight. Your boss is a hottie, your personal Christian Gray in leather, whiskey and smoke, that keeps flirting with you, and you’re having second thoughts?” Margaery asked, dumbfounded
“He’s my boss” Sansa recalled
“Yeah, I know”
“And he’s Jon’s best - and quite possibly - only friend” Sansa pressed
“That’s unfortunate. For Jon”
“Margie!”
“Alright, I get it, off limits” the brunette said, bringing her arms up, as a gesture of surrender “But I still think you need to get laid, to get him off your mind”
“Any suggestions?” Sansa joked, as her friend brought her hands down, and looked up, thoughtful
“The 4th of July weekend is coming up in a couple weeks, I could visit you and I would help you find a gentleman that is willing to... assist you in that matter. I can take Loras with me and we’d go out to a bar, or something. It’ll be fun” she finished, with a wink
Sansa chuckled “You’re my hero”
“I’m happy you be of service”
Sansa looked to the clock on the bed table, it was twenty minutes past midnight.
“I need to go to sleep now, but we’ll talk about your visit tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay. Love you, bestie” Margaery waved and sent a kiss
“Love you more, bestie” Sansa replied, before ending the call
She sat the phone down on the table, next to the clock, and slipped inside the covers, feeling happy knowing her best-friend in the world was coming to spend a couple days with her, and she would finally get rid of that itch that was a certain mister Jax Teller.
*~*~*~*
Sansa set down the last book on the shelf with a self-satisfied grin on her face, as she finally finished organizing the accounting books of the Teller-Morrow Autoshop. It took her the better part of two weeks to do it, too, and countless late evenings, but it was done.
“Fuckin’ finally” said Gemma, as she tapped a stack of papers on the tabletop, aligning them perfectly, and set them inside a folder, closing it promptly “I’s starting to think we’d never see the end of it”
“Well, it’s done” Sansa stated, with a smile, and the older woman smiled back.
Sansa liked Gemma a lot, and it seemed to her that the feeling was reciprocate. Gemma had taken her in her wing, these past couple weeks, and Sansa had learned that there was nothing Gemma wouldn’t do for her family, and the club. All she asked in return was devotion, and honesty. She would occasionally ask about Sansa’s life before she came to Charming, about her family, her friends, and past lovers, and if there was a topic Sansa would evade - past lovers - she wouldn’t press on.
“So, have you got any plans for the 4th of July?” Gemma inquired, with a raised eyebrow, as she leaned back on her chair and lighted a cigarette, as Sansa sat down on her chair
“Actually yes, I do. My best-friend and her brother are coming for the weekend. Arya and the boys cleaned the backyard, and the pool, and I think we’ll have a BBQ” Sansa raised her head and looked towards Gemma, as an idea settled in “You should come. I mean, Jon could invite the club, everyone brings the family, and we’ll have a good time”
Gemma laughed “Oh honey, they would bring the house down”
“No, it’ll be fun, I like having them around”
Sansa was caught by surprise by her own admission. They were starting to grow on her. Gemma had been right, they were a big family, there was no way around it.
“Alright then” Gemma grinned, and Sansa noticed it was the same smug smile Jax had “But we need a fuckload of beer”
*~*~*~*
Even though it was only the beginning of the week, and the holiday was only on Sunday, Gemma had insisted to do the shopping beforehand. She had to stop by the cleaners, she had said. For that, Sansa was left “in charge” of the shop. It was not the first time, really, but it was the first time something went terribly wrong.
“FUCK!”
Sansa rushed to the garage, her heart pounding on her ears, when she noticed a terrified Eddie jumping up and down with his hands clasped on his butt-cheeks, while the rest of the group, Tig, Chibs, Jon and Juice stood there laughing their arses off, practically into tears.
“What in the hell happened!?” Sansa snaps, eyes wide and hands over her hips
“We’re just playin’ with the prospect, that’s all” Juice says in between coughs, as he tried to contain his laughter, as the rest of the group were too
“THEY SHOT ME IN THE ASS!!!” Half-Sack yells, and the loud laughter returned
Sansa frowned, looking at Jon with menace, and he began to explain, knowing fully well that she would kick his ass in front of the Sons if she didn’t get an answer “It was an accident, Sans. With a nail gun. He came out of nowhere, and-”
“Someone needs to take him to the ER” Sansa cut him off, pointing at the poor boy
“It’s nothing, no need to worry that pretty head of yours” Juice retorted, as the laughter was dying out
“You know what, Juice? You better watch your mouth or I’ll slap the bullshit out of you!”
There’s not a sound on the garage. Jon is wide-eyed and mouth open, paralyzed on the spot. Tig and Chibs, the wonder-duo, had adverted their gaze to anywhere expect her imposing frame, and Juice’s expression is a mix of confusion, and admiration.
“Whoa Sans, didn’t mean to upset ya” he said in an apologetic tone
“Just forget it, I’ll take him. C’mon Eddie, let’s go”
Sansa stormed out, pulling her car keys out of her back pocket, followed closely by an agonized prospect. She never meant to snap like that, specially at Juice, whose company she’d learned to appreciate over time, pet names aside. He was funny and kinda sweet, although a little empty-headed. She would apologized when she returned from the hospital, she had decided. But for now, she wanted to leave him feeling guilty for pushing her buttons a little too far. As she was reaching the door, she heard Juice’s voice “Damn Jon, ya sis got some big balls of steel!”
*~*~*~*
Jax enjoyed these little private times with Abel. Of course, for the baby it was all the same, whether he was there or not, but for him it meant the world. Abel was his world, at least, the innocent part of him that he hoped to preserve unstained. There was no hope for him and Wendy, no love left, but for Abel he knew, in his heart, that he had something good left to give.
So he would visit his baby son, and he would talk with him, for him, for a couple of hours everyday. And the baby responded well to his voice, Tara had said, as he was growing strong everyday. Jax couldn’t be more proud of the little ass-kicker.
The only matter he was still wary of was Tara, as in being around Tara and not get his heart broken, again. Tara had bailed on him once, and he knew that if things went south she’d do it again, it was her classic MO. Still, having her around once more made him optimistic, thinking that maybe this time she would stay with him.
But did he wanted her to stay? With him, for the matter? If felt bittersweet, thinking of Tara, looking back to their childhood good times and the way they’d loved one another without remembering the way he felt when she left. The hurt of the betrayal was still very present on his mind, and he wasn’t sure he could trust her again like he used to, specially now, that a wrong turn, a bad decision could affect directly the club, and his family.
And, to complicate things further, as if they weren’t a big mess as they were already, there was the growing infatuation on a certain redheaded goddess, a crush he didn’t seem to have any control of, that was leaving him a sleepless moron and a daydreamer, like a love-fool. He hated the power she had over him, even if she didn’t know it. She was too good for his lifestyle, anyway. What would happen to the sweet Sansa, being thrown into a world of chaos, blood and violence? He would never let that happen to her, he had decided, she deserved better.
Jax waved goodbye to Tara, and glance once over to Abel, as he left the nursery. He walked his confident stride, but he knew his face showed different, a bit gloomy. He hated when he was logical. Now he was brooding, he though to himself. What in the hell was she doing to him!?
As he walked by the emergency room, he noticed a tall frame of a woman with hair the colour of fire, that even behind a curtain he could see the bright shades of red, and he stopped abruptly. 
“Sansa?” he called, hesitantly, pushing the curtain aside slightly, just enough for him to peek through. She turned around, in surprise, but as soon as her eyes met his her face softened, and she gave him one of those smiles that race his heart, boiled his blood, and shook his bones.
“Oh- hey Jax” she said gently, and he rushed forward
“What happened?” he asked, and she raised her hand, pointing at Half-Sack. He was lying in the stretch facing down, his bloody butt-cheek sticking out of the hospital robe.
Jax raised his brow at Sansa, the curiosity of the situation making him grin, or maybe it was the sinful looks she was sending him as she spoke.
“Juice shot him in the ass with a nail gun”
Jax crossed his arms over his chest, trying really hard not to laugh his ass off. He looked at the boy, and back at Sansa, who was looking back at him, biting her lower lip, obviously trying not to laugh too. So fucking adorable.
“Well, I bet you can find a good use to that hole too” he finally said, mockingly, not being able to hold it in anymore
“Oh, screw you Jax!” Eddie yelled, raising his head at him, flustered
“I just might let you, if I can use the new hole” he said, winking at him, as Sansa made a repulsed expression and shove him aside, making him finally burst in laughter
“Jax, what are you still doin-?” Tara walked in, but stopped abruptly as she noticed he was not alone. 
“Tara, this is Sansa and Half-Sack, they work at the autoshop. Tara’s the doc looking after Abel, and she’s an old-friend” Jax explained, the latter part more directly at Sansa, although he wasn’t sure why
Tara glance at Sansa quickly, as she walked towards the stretch, holding the patient chart, analyzing it “It’s a small puncture, there’ll be no need for stitches. Just the tetanus shot and a bandage, and he’s out in 20 minutes, max”
“Thank you” Sansa said with a soft smile, and Tara smiled back
“Well, in that case I’m going back to the TM. Sans, need a lift?” he cursed himself under his breath, Tara was looking at him with curiosity
“Nah, I’ll wait for Eddie”
Eddie? What the fuck!? When did he became Eddie!?
“Besides, I brought my car” she finished with an apologetic smile
“Sure, whatever” he tried to sound casual, uninterested, but by the way Sansa looked confused, and Tara amused, he knew he was failing miserably. He needed to get out of there, quickly. He grabbed a cig as he turned around to the exit, already knowing the reaction he would draw out of Tara
“NO SMOKING INSIDE THE HOSPITAL!”
*~*~*~*
Sansa watched as Jax left the room, unsure of what to think of what had just happened. Jax looked uneasy when Tara joined them, they obviously had more in common than an old-friendship. Not that Sansa cared, anyways. Okay, maybe she cared a little. Tara was stunning, and she had a medical degree. She was no croweater.
“Hey, I’m gonna stop by Abel’s, do you wanna come with me?” Tara asks, and Sansa hesitates “It won’t take long, it’s just enough time for the nurse to take care to your friend”
Sansa couldn’t decline, it would be rude. So she nodded, and followed quietly the doctor into the nursery, stopping dead in her tracks as she saw the baby. Abel was lying inside an incubator, tubes covering his small frame and dressed only in a diaper. Sansa felt herself gasp at the sight of the fragile body, a recent scar covering most of his chest.
“He was born with an hereditary heart condition, passed on from Jax’s family” Tara noted, as she walked closer to the incubator. She looked back at Sansa, who was petrified at the door, and made a motion with her hand, pleading for her to join her.
“He was also born premature, due to his mother’s drug abuse”
“I know, Gemma told me” Sansa heard herself say, low and mechanical, as she could not advert her eyes from Abel. She felt herself grabbing hold of her own left wrist, brushing her finger softly over the handkerchief she wore folded as a bracelet. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about him...
“You need to be careful with Gemma” Tara said, and Sansa looked away from the baby, right into her eyes “There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for her family. And that makes her dangerous”
Sansa wasn’t a stupid girl. She knew Gemma was dangerous. They all were.
“I know what Gemma is, I know what they all are capable of” her gaze was intense, determined “But my brother Jon is a member of the club, so this is my home now. They can’t frighten me”
Tara shook her head, recognizing the eminent defeat, as the end of her mouth curled up slightly, obviously impressed by Sansa’s boldness. From now on she would think twice before underestimate Sansa ever again, for sure.
“May God help you then”
A.N.//- Well, here’s the second chapter! Didn’t expected to finish it so soon, but I’m really excited with this story progression. If the end seemed rushed, it’s because the chapter was getting long, and I didn’t wanted to break it in two. There will be plenty of Sansa and Tara interactions in the future, I promisse!
Sorry for any mispellings, english is not my native language, and I don’t have a beta-reader. Feedback = Love!
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Heart of Novocaine || Jax Teller x Sansa Stark (SoA/GoT)
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Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three  || Chapter Four
Sons of Anarchy x Game of Thrones AU (show divergent)
Warnings: none for now, but there will be violence and smut in the future - with SAMCRO what do you expect? 😜 
Summary: After loosing her mother and elder brother in an accident, Sansa takes her younger siblings and moves in with Jon, who lives in Charming, to start anew, amidst from and the suffering and heartache from the past. But can she adapt to Jon’s dangerous lifestyle? And what if her “past” comes looking for her? And for how long will she be able to abstain herself from the alluring advances of Jax?
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