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The Nanny

When babysitting your neighbor's kid, trouble seems to find you.

Author's Note: SOA AU - No Tara, Clay, or Gemma. Trigger warning for violence! This was supposed to be up for Valentine's Day, but as you can see... that wasn't the case lmao.

Charming, California is one of those picture perfect little towns where everyone tries to be prim and proper, and act like their shit doesn't stink. And in the short time that you've lived here, you quickly realized that the law-abiding citizens hated the fact that Charming was home to a MC, the Sons of Anarchy.

It doesn't bother you to see them riding down the streets as you're out and about, but you do find it hilarious that a majority of the locals either gasp in outrage upon seeing the bikers or avoid them at all costs. You find the bikers very easy-going, but then again the club president is your neighbor.

Jax Teller had taken it upon himself to introduce himself when you were moving in, carrying boxes for you and flashing a rather charming smile as he pumped you for information about yourself. You knew what he was doing, and it was rather laughable, but you had nothing to hide and were a rather boring person, so you gave the information freely. Between the two of you, he was more interesting as a MC president whereas you stayed home and lived off the money your brothers made. Jax seemed interested in what your brothers did for a living that they were able to provide you with the life you have, but you explained they made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile. You helped them with scheduling, but they still did a majority of the work.

Finding out Jax has a son (Abel) makes your heart warm towards the biker, and then warm up to the club when his brothers visit every now and then. Juice was really just a goofball when he wasn't doing business for the club, Chibs was a secret sweetheart, Tig was a little crazy, Happy was hard to read, but it was Opie who was the most normal of the bunch.

You settle into your home quite nicely, working from your little office when your brothers need help to prevent any scheduling conflicts. Then in your downtime, you either have a book in hand or waste time on your gaming system. Jax and his brothers have been over a couple of times, drinking a beer to wind down or eating whatever leftovers you happen to have after you've already eaten.

This morning, however, you've just finished making breakfast when there's a knock at your front door. With a strip of bacon in hand, you answer the door and are surprised to see Jax and his son Abel standing there.

"What's up, Teller?"

He immediately smiles and your eyes narrow. "I hate to do this on such short notice, but my nanny canceled. Do you think you could watch Abel for the day?"

You glance down at the blonde boy, shrugging. "Is he cool staying with me?"

Jax glances down and nudges his son, but Abel merely asks, "Do you have more bacon?"

You open the door wider as you chuckle. "Sure, kid. You want some eggs and hashbrowns too?"

"Yum."

Abel walks into your house without a care in the world and you meet Jax's amused gaze. "So are there any rules I should abide by? Are you one of those dad's that limits screen time or bans sugar?"

"Nope and nope. No allergies either."

"Cool."

"Thank you. I owe you."

As Jax starts to walk down your porch steps, you say, "I'm a slut for food, Teller. Bribe me with food and I'll say yes to anything."

"Anything?" He peers over his shoulder and arches an eyebrow. You scowl at him.

"Almost anything."

Jax laughs. "Don't cook tonight then. I'll bring some cheeseburgers and fries from this diner that makes pretty good food."

"Alright."

. .

. .

When Jax returns later that night, Chibs and Happy follow after learning he was picking up food from the diner. What surprised them, however, was that while Jax parked in his driveway, he started taking the food to his neighbors house. But Chibs, nor Happy, said a word and followed their president with their own food when he didn't protest.

Jax is poised to knock on the door when he hears, "Don't you- don't you dare do it, kid. If you do it, I will personally wait until you turn seventeen to kick your little ass." The words give Jax pause because what the actual fuck! But then Abel's giggling makes him grin.

"Did she just threaten to kick Abel's ass, Jackie?" Chibs wonders, smirking.

"I think so."

"No, no, no! You blue-shelled me?! You're like two. How do you even know how to play this?!" Jax snorts and finally knocks. The trash talking suddenly ceases before… "It's open! If you're friendly, welcome! If not, I got a little ankle biter in here and I'm not afraid to sic him on you!"

Jax laughs some more and enters the house, walking to where he hears all the commotion. Walking into the living room, he can't help but smile at the sight of YN and Abel sitting side by side on the couch, attention focused on the TV where they're apparently playing Mario Kart.

"You bring the goods, Teller?"

"Burgers and fries as promised."

"You are currently my favorite Teller." Still your attention is on the TV, your trash talking his kid being kept very polite all of a sudden. Jax, Chibs, and Happy have no idea what's going on, but suddenly one of the characters is spinning out because of a banana peel and then Abel's giving a long, suffering sigh as the other character passes the finish line. "Yes!" You jump up, pointing down at Abel. "Sucks to suck, kid. Now come on. Your pop's got the goods."

When you finally look up at Jax, you momentarily freeze when you see Chibs and Happy there as well. "Oh. Hey, guys. Kitchen's this way."

Everyone follows you into the kitchen and you immediately grab drinks from the fridge. When you turn around, Jax is divvying up some food for himself, Abel, and you. You pass out the beers to the men and you have cans of Sprite for yourself and Abel. Then as you take the last remaining available seat since Jax kept Abel on his lap, you thank Jax for the food before digging in.

"So did you have fun today?" Jax asks his son.

"Yeah. I got to color and watch TV and play games."

Jax glances at you and you shrug. "I made do. I would have gone to the store to pick up some stuff for him, but I didn't know if you'd feel comfortable with me taking him anywhere."

"I appreciate that."

"So what about you? Is your nanny good or will you need another favor?"

"Uh, she actually might be out for a few more days."

You nod. "I can do it. Is it cool if I take him to the store with me tomorrow morning? I forgot how much little kids snack throughout the day."

"Yeah. I have an extra car seat you can use and I'll leave you some cash."

"Nah. Don't even worry about it. I'll be snacking with him, so I can front the bill."

But still, cash ends up thrown onto the table from both Chibs and Jax. You have a feeling it'd be useless to argue, so you say nothing.

After dinner, Jax helps you clean up before they all take their leave. He tells Abel to tell you goodbye and your heart absolutely melts when you crouch down, and Abel hugs you.

You visibly melt as you hug the little boy back and then pull back to tweak his nose. "Okay, you're officially my favorite Teller again."

Abel smiles at you as Jax laughs and then you bid everyone goodbye at the door.

Abel ends up preferring your company to that of his nanny, so Jax ends up splitting his son's time between the nanny at his house and you at your own house when you have nothing going on.

On this particular day, after a lunch of sandwich and chips, you and Abel are lounging in a kiddie pool right in the middle of your front yard. You even went as far to put up a canopy to have the pool half in the shade and half in the sun, and are soaking in a sports bra and a pair of black tights that look like shorts.

You're sitting in the shade, sipping on a juice box as Abel stands on the other side playing with water blasters. You hear the rumble of a motorcycle, unsurprised to have Jax checking in.

As the blonde walks up, you smile innocently as he laughs. "Where did the pool come from?"

"The store." You shrug. Abel takes the moment to load up his blaster with lukewarm water and shoots his dad with it. Jax doesn't bother dodging the stream. "We saw a commercial for the waterpark and since we can't go there, I brought the water to us."

Wiping water from his face and using it to slick his hair back, Jax crouches next to the pool and asks, "How much do I owe you?"

"Not a cent, Teller." You sip on your juice, grinning. "I haven't been in one of these since I was a kid. This is for me as much as it's for Abel. He just gave me the excuse of getting one and chilling in it without looking like an idiot."

"Well I don't know about that…"

He trails off and you gasp in mock outrage. As he laughs, you say, "You're lucky I respect the kutte and the fact that you have a phone in your pocket somewhere. If I didn't, I'd drag your butt in here with us."

"Next time." Jax splashes his son and then stands before Abel can shoot him point blank with water. "Am I grabbing dinner tonight?"

"Nah. Abel already made a request. He wants chicken tenders and fries."

"And what the little man wants, he gets?"

"Obviously." You roll your eyes playfully. "Plus, it's an easy meal and I enjoy it too."

"Alright." He chuckles as he starts making his way back towards his motorcycle. "Don't stay in the pool too long."

"Yes, sir." You mockingly salute him, lips twitching when you see him momentarily tense before relaxing once more. "See you later."

. .

. .

It's past Abel's bedtime by the time Jax makes it home, and already he's prepared for his kid to either be bouncing off the walls or very cranky. But as he nears YN's house, he notices that it's mostly dark. All the lights are off with the exception of the porch light and a couple of lamps he can see through the windows that peer into the living room. And the TV, of course.

Instead of knocking, he lets himself right in. It's almost too quiet, but he can hear the TV playing rather low in the living room. Heading there, he walks up to the sofa and can't help but smile at the sight that greets him. YN is laid out across the sofa with Abel on her chest, his back to her front. Both are knocked out cold.

Without second guessing himself, Jax pulls out his phone and snaps a quick photo. Chuckling to himself, he then walks around the sofa as he pockets his phone and crouches down. "Hey. YN," he gently calls out while shaking her shoulder.

It takes a few shakes before you wake, sleepily humming until Jax's voice coaxes you until you're fully awake. Your arms wrap around Abel on instinct and when you notice Jax's smirking presence, you relax. "What time is it?" You mumble.

"A little after ten."

"Really? Fuck. I guess the sun really did kick my ass if I'm this sleepy."

"Yeah." Jax chuckles and then carefully starts to gather Abel in his arms. "Sorry about showing up so late."

"Don't even worry about it." You sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. "You know I adore your kid." As you follow Jax to the door, you remind him about going away for a week and not being able to watch Abel, but that you'll have your phone on if Abel wants to talk.

Jax laughs. "I swear, my kid loves you more than me sometimes."

"It's only because I'm a better cook," you muse.

Jax opens his mouth to argue, but ends up shutting it and shrugging. "You're not wrong there."

As Jax then exits your home, you bid him goodnight and watch until he disappears into his home.

When you explained to Jax that your brothers made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile, you weren't lying. Nor did you lie when you also explained you helped them with scheduling for said high profile individuals.

What you chose to leave out, however, was that your family had such a great record with security because no one wanted to fuck with a family who had connections to two different cartels through your dearly departed parents.

However, before you settled into the calm life of personal security, your brothers made a name for yourselves as ruthless hitmen amongst the cartels and you… you were a little unhinged when you were caught up in the moment as one of their torturers. You worked for the cartels when they needed you to, but when you and your brothers wanted to distance yourselves, it was the cartels who helped set up your security business.

The week spent with your brothers is just to visit and catch up with those who all three of you came to see as uncles. It was most definitely not supposed to end up with you being caught off guard by a fist to the face. Someone who didn't know all what you were capable of took advantage of the fact that you were a woman who was close to big names within the cartels. They thought you to be easily taken down and used as leverage, but what they didn't count on was you hiding daggers on your persons. The fight was dirty and bloody, and by the end of it you were spitting mad.

You have the urge to carve into someone that your brothers are trying to quell for once when your phone rings. You pull out your phone mid-pacing, and then freeze upon seeing Jax's name on the screen. But it's not a normal call- it's a video call.

"Fuck."

"What?" Your elder brother asks. "Who is it?"

"It's my neighbor. Most likely his kid Abel since I babysit him most of the time." Your brothers glance at each other and you roll your eyes. "I've told you about them. Now toss me my hoodie. I can't let them see my face like this."

Before the call ends, you answer it but make sure to angle the camera away from the bruised side of your face. "Hey, Jax, give me one sec," you say. Your brother tosses you a hoodie and you quickly pull it on after setting your phone down. Then you take a seat at the kitchen table, turning off a few lights so it's a little darker and you can hide within your hood. Picking up your phone and keeping only half your face on camera, you smile. "Hey, guys, miss me?"

Jax's smile falters, but Abel immediately starts talking, telling you all about his day with his dad. He tells you he misses your food and play time, and you assure him you'll be home soon. You tell him about hanging out with your own family and even make your brothers wave at the camera when you switch it on them. Abel's little voice telling them hi makes you smile and then Jax is telling Abel to go watch some TV before bed.

Left alone with Jax on the phone, his smile vanishes. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" You refuse to meet either of your brothers' gazes as you can feel them staring at you. "Everything's fine."

"Bullshit." Your brothers snort and you huff. Very reluctantly, you pull your hood down and maneuver the camera so it catches your full face. Jax's expression hardens. "Fuck."

"Don't worry. It looks worse than it is."

"What the fuck happened?"

You shrug and quickly glance at your brothers, but they're back to doing their own thing. "Went out drinking with the family and got caught in a brawl. It's been handled."

"So I don't have to gather the boys and kick some ass?"

His words make you huff a laugh. "Nah. I'm pretty sure I put the guy in a hospital."

"You took down a dude?! Now that's hot. I wish I could have seen that."

Uncaring that they're eavesdropping, your brothers burst out laughing and you sigh. You can't help but smile and you end up rolling your eyes when Jax laughs too. "Whatever. How's Abel really doing? Is he driving his official nanny insane yet?"

"Not really. He's just moping around."

"Aww." You coo. "Well I should be home soon. I'll take him to the park or something."

Jax's teasing smile turns genuine. "You know, I've never told you this, but I appreciate everything you do for Abel. You don't have to do anything, but you still treat him like family."

"What can I say? I like kids." You shrug. "And my idiot brothers will never give me any nieces or nephews."

"Hey!" Both your brothers protest.

You grin at them before looking back at Jax on your phone. "I should get going though. We have a meeting with the uncles here in a bit and I need to get ready."

"Alright. No more fights unless I'm there to avenge you. I can't have my favorite girl looking like she's in an abusive relationship."

Snorting, you say, "No promises. Tell Abel goodnight for me and to come up with a plan for what he wants to do when I get back home."

"Will do. See you soon."

As soon as you hang up, your brothers start making teasing kissing noises. "Oh shut the fuck up."

Valentine's Day has never been a day that you really cared for. Sure it was sweet to see teenagers and kids swap gifts and/or cards, or to buy candy half off, but it didn't bother you to have a significant other on this day. But you do remember how good it felt to get a gift as a kid, so you want to make sure Abel has a good day.

With your time spent with Abel, you've come to know that he loves certain fruits and chocolate. So after heading to the store for a quick shopping trip, you return home with strawberries, bananas, and melting chocolate. Then after cleaning the strawberries and chopping up some bananas, you dip them all in the ooey-gooey chocolate before letting them harden while fixing up a white dessert box with edges that say Happy Valentine's Day.

You've just filled the box with chocolate covered fruit when your phone rings and you can't help but smile at the name. You're no stranger to how handsome Jax is, but you know better than to go there with him.

"Hey, Teller, to what do I owe the pleasure of your hot voice?" You immediately answer.

Jax's laughter meets your ear before, "While it's nice to hear you like my voice, I'm actually calling on behalf of Abel."

"Aw. What does my favorite Teller need?"

"You know I'm your favorite Teller, YN." You hum, not denying his words. "But Abel is requesting your appearance here at the shop because he has a very important question to ask you."

"A very important question?" You muse. "What does Abel have to…" You trail off, the amusement in Jax's voice suddenly making something make sense. "His question doesn't happen to coincide with what today is, does it?"

Jax chuckles. "I am not ruining the surprise."

"I swear to God, Jax, if I end up crying I'm going to kick your ass."

"I look forward to it. Now get pretty and get your ass over here. Do not break my kid's heart."

"Never. And I'm always pretty, Teller."

"...yeah. You are." Your eyes widen at his words, but you don't say anything. Jax then clears his throat. "I'll see you soon."

"Y-Yeah. I'll be there in ten."

You can feel yourself blushing as you hang up, but quickly put it out of your mind as you hurry to your room to get dressed. You pull on a black sundress that's covered in sunflowers, the flowy skirt hitting right above your knees. You step into some black wedge sandals and quickly tie your hair up in a messy ponytail. You apply the basic amount of makeup and spritz some perfume around your body.

Heading downstairs, you throw all your necessities into a purse and then grab Abel's box of chocolate covered fruit before heading out.

The drive to Teller Automotive isn't a very long one, and you're soon parking in the lot. You leave your purse in the car, but you keep your box of fruits in hand. You get several wolf whistles as you cross the parking lot, but you merely laugh off Tig and Chibs' teasing.

Before you can enter the auto garage, Jax walks out, a smirk in place. And then before you can ask him what he's smirking for, your gaze is drawn downward to Abel who walks out behind him… and oh. You fuckin' melt.

Abel's hair is slicked into a faux hawk, a red bow tie is clipped to the very crisp white button shirt that's tucked into a pair of tiny faded jeans. In his hands he's holding a teddy bear that's adorned with a miniature Sons of Anarchy kutte, and a red carnation. The adorableness of it all makes you melt and tear up at how cute he is.

"Oh my goodness. You look so handsome," you tell him.

As you crouch so you're more at his level, you make sure the skirt of your dress still covers everything. Abel blushes as he asks, "Will you be my Valentine?"

"Hell yes I will." Abel smiles as he hands over your gifts, and Jax and the others- who were apparently listening in- whoop in celebration. "And as my Valentine, it's only fair that I give a gift as well. Strawberries and bananas covered in chocolate. Your favorite," you tell him.

Abel is so ecstatic over his gift that he nearly knocks you over as he hugs you. When Chibs ask him what he's got, he's more than happy to run off and show his uncles what you've given him. Jax offers you a hand up and as soon as you're steady on your feet, you notice him looking at you in a certain way.

"What?" You huff a laugh, carefully wiping away your tears that never fully fell.

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"Hardly. Tiny Teller is just adorable as hell." You can feel yourself starting to blush so you glance down at the teddy in your hand. "Where did you find a tiny kutte anyway?"

"It's actually Abel's. The guys had it made for him when he was born and he wanted your teddy to have it."

"I'll take extra care of it then." When you glance back at Jax, you ask, "So does Abel have to stay or can I take my valentine out on a date?" You have no idea what Jax had been thinking, but it's like your words make him snap. From one second to next, he goes from staring at you in awe to gently grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. You gasp but quickly return the sentiment. And when Jax pulls back, still cupping your face in his hands, you ask, "So me wanting to take your kid out on a date really did it for you, huh?"

Jax barks out a laugh and you smile as he leans in for another quick kiss. "Been wanting to do that for a while actually."

"And you waited until this moment to do it," you muse. "Jokes on you though. You gotta stick around and listen to your boys tease you about this while I take Abel out all on my lonesome." You kiss him for a third time and then step out of his reach to holler, "Little Teller, let's go! It's you and me, buddy. Whatever you wanna do."

As Abel approaches with a lot less fruit, he asks, "Can we eat pizza in the park?"

"We sure can. Now say goodbye to your dad so we can go stuff our faces."

Dating Jax Teller is rather thrilling. You do not care to know what goes on in the club unless it pertains to any woman trying to sleep with him, or when Jax needs someone to vent to. Then, and only then, do you let your opinion be known about what goes on with the MC.

But while you have nothing against the MC, you still prefer to spend a majority of your time with Abel. Sure you'll show up to some parties so all the other women know Jax is off limits, but you're content to do activities with little Teller wherever he wants to be for the day.

You thought it was cute Jax tried to shield you from the violence the club was capable of, but never pressed him for information when you noticed he looked stressed about something. This time, however, you wish you had pressed him for information when he asked you to stay in with Abel.

It's nighttime, and you and Abel are relaxing in front of your TV as you watch some new Pixar film about dragons and their riders. The two of you are dozing off when your front door is kicked in, which then makes you jump into action. But you're not just defending yourself, you have a little boy to think about. So before you can find a proper weapon, you're left standing in front of Abel who is now clinging to your leg as he whimpers in fear.

"Jax Teller chose a pretty one this time."

"Fuck off."

The men all chuckle in front of you. "Take her."

. .

. .

The Sons of Anarchy roll up to a subdivision that's still in development, cautiously dismounting their motorcycles and arming themselves. A new MC had established themselves in a neighboring town, looking to make a name for themselves, and they thought knocking down the Sons a peg or ten was what they ought to do to establish their foothold in the MC world for good.

The encroaching MC took to ambushing the Sons whenever and wherever, and the people of Charming were starting to become afraid of strolling their pristine streets. Even the Sheriff was looking to the Sons to end the conflict, but they could only do so much. Unfortunately, one of the fights involved a chase on motorcycles as the Sons were making a run, and the son of the enemy President took a bullet to the right side of his chest and fell. His injuries then resulted in a coma which set off to this little meeting.

As they creep through the eerily quiet streets of the deserted subdivision, Opie flanks Jax. "I don't like this, brother. Something feels off."

"I agree," Chibs says. "We should have put the club on lockdown before ridin' out."

Jax sighs. "Too late now."

Juice, Happy, and Tig jog up to homes still under construction, trying the doors or looking for any signs that someone's been there. It isn't until they get to the end of the block that they notice one home has been vandalized and they know that's where they're supposed to go.

Every Son cautiously enters the house, nose wrinkling as the state of the house. But in the middle of the living room, there's an odd clearing around a small round table. And on that table sits a folded notecard.

The Sons seem to freeze, but then Jax is marching towards the note. Snatching it up, the words written make him tense as his world starts to tilt. "Fuck. They're going after Abel."

As the note flutters to the floor, the Sons all race after their President as he flees the house.

The note read, [A son for a son.]

On the way to YN's, Jax instructs half the Sons to break off and check on the club, while also making calls to get everyone on an official lockdown. Jax, Opie, Chibs, and Happy race to his neighbor's house.

When they pull up, a few neighbors are peering out their doors looking a bit distraught. Immediately, they know something terrible has happened, and that feeling is only intensified when they spot the broken down door.

Rushing to park in YN's front yard, guns are pulled from the back waistband of their jeans. Jax takes point as he enters the house and his heart drops to his stomach. The house is an absolute mess, furniture and glass broken.

The TV is still playing some cartoon movie and when he walks further in, he curses at the sight of a body laying in a pool of blood.

Happy peers over his shoulder. "Now we know she can hold her own."

"Find them. Now."

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. .

Sitting in the bathtub, Abel clings to you as his face hides against the side of your neck. Your face hurts from the numerous punches you took, your lip is split, your arms have multiple lacerations, and there's blood dripping into your eyes. But your worst wound is definitely the bullet wound to the left of your abdomen, and you're grateful that Abel's weight is putting pressure on the towel you had pressed against the wound.

It's been quiet for what seems like forever, but suddenly you hear movement. Shakily raising the gun you'd taken from one of the intruders, you take aim and dare the next motherfucker who enters to be someone intending harm on you or the boy in your lap.

The door gently swings open, but no one is there. Your arm hurts from holding the gun up and then you see someone try to peer around the door jamb. You can only partially see his face, but the voice- you recognize the voice even if you rarely hear it when you're at the club.

"Baby girl?"

"...Hap?"

The stoic man steps fully in the doorway, putting his gun away as you drop yours in the tub. Abel shifts as he whimpers and you wince. "Jax! Upstairs bathroom!"

Abel realizes his uncle's voice and dad's name, so he moves to turn. Happy is quick to lift him, his eyes widening at the blood soaking his clothes. "S'fine. My blood," you tiredly tell him. "I didn't… I didn't let them touch him."

"You did real good." Happy's assurance makes you smile, but you're just so tired. As your eyes slide shut, you hear, "Hey! Don't do that. Stay awake, YN."

"Tryin'…" Pounding footsteps race up the stairs and it isn't long until Jax, Chibs, and Opie are pushing their way into the bathroom as well. Jax takes Abel right away, eyes scanning the room before they land on you. Happy and Opie move to help you out of the tub, but Chibs is quick to point out your bleeding wound. The last words you say are, "Call my brothers," before darkness consumes you."

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. .

Jax is pacing the hospital waiting room, blood covering his shirt and hands from where he carried Abel. Chibs had taken Abel back to the club to clean him up and fill in the others about what was going on, but now he's back and filling in the Sheriff about what they had walked in on at YN's house. Thankfully Jax and YN's neighbors liked them, and were honest about hearing gunshots before the Sons had frantically rolled up.

Opie and Happy are the only two sitting patiently, but their attention is drawn to a large group of men entering the room. Two men in particular glance around before making a beeline for Jax, but the others hang back by the door. It's evident these men mean business as they stand guard, their suits standing out among the scrubs, kuttes, and regular clothing of the others sitting in the waiting room.

When Jax notices the newcomers, his shoulders sag at the sight of YN's brothers. But his interest is piqued with the suited thugs behind the brothers, tattoos visible along their hands and neck.

The brothers quickly introduce themselves as Noah and Theo, both of their expressions grim.

"What happened?" Noah asks. He's the elder of the two, his muscled torso covered in a button down with their sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"They were after my kid," Jax immediately tells them, voice low. "She took a bullet for him and she's in surgery right now."

Both brothers' jaws clench.

"Do you know who they are?" Theo asks, tapping away on his phone.

"Yeah. It's another MC. They attacked us on a run and the son of the President took a fall off his bike. He's in a coma, so the President went after my kid in return."

"And your kid was in the care of our sister," Noah realizes.

"Yes."

Noah sighs, running a hand down his face. Then after a few more taps and texts, Theo grins. "Found them."

Jax frowns. "Found who?"

"The people responsible for putting our sister in the hospital."

Jax then tenses. "This is club business, man. We'll handle it."

Both Noah and Theo tense, but end up chuckling. Jax's jaw clenches, but he keeps his anger in check.

Noah says, "If you think it'll remain club business when YN wakes up, then that means my sister hasn't confessed the family secret."

Jax freezes. "What secret?"

"We had to get our start somewhere when our parents died," Theo tells him. "And it just so happened that each of our parents came from very powerful, very wealthy families. We worked our way to the top of the food chain and became rather notorious until we wanted out and settled into the business we currently have."

Noah starts to smirk. "Your club business just became cartel business, my friend. And our uncles are livid that their little girl was attacked."

Jax glances at his boys, but says nothing.

"We'll find them and keep them occupied," Theo says. "When YN is released, she'll be out for blood."

"And she'll get it," Noah muses. "After all, she is quite the little torturer."

When you wake up, you're unsurprised to find Jax by your bedside. You are surprised, however, to learn that he knows about your past thanks to your brothers promising bloodshed. You groan, but then remember Abel. And after assurances that Abel is fine, you relax.

You're anxious to know where you stand with Jax as he explains why you ended up in the hospital. He feels guilty for not telling you what was really going on or putting you on lockdown, along with the club, but you don't blame him for what happened. Dating the President of an MC, you were bound to be pulled into the violence sooner or later, and with your past you knew you could handle it.

When he runs out of steam, it's your turn to start apologizing for not telling him about your life with the cartels. You make sure he knows that you would have never endangered Abel, and if your past had come calling, you would have made sure that they were protected at all costs. Jax assures you he's not mad, but he did wish you would have told him given you knew about the roles some of his brothers played in the club.

But what's done is done, and Jax is more interested in what you plan on doing since your brothers have gone quiet after calling him to inform him that they've got a majority of the MC tucked away in a building that no one can hear the impending mayhem.

"They broke into my home and put a bullet in me just to get to Abel and send a message to you," you say, expression turning thunderous. "The one who shot me doesn't get to walk away. Hell, the ones who fuckin' raised a gun in Abel's direction are lucky that they'll be limping away after I'm done."

"Limping away?"

You slowly smirk at him, lowering your voice. "I'm not gonna draw out my punishment, but my brothers and my uncles' men sure as shit ain't gonna sit back. They're gonna make sure they get the message that they fucked with the wrong people."

Jax huffs a laugh and then ends up staying for as long as the nurses would let him, only leaving when YN's brothers came or he had to go pick up Abel so he'd see that YN was fine for himself.

Then after two and a half days, you're released.

You're still sore, but you've got nothing but vengeance on your mind. When your brothers send you the address of where they're holding several individuals for you to interrogate, you get dressed and head for Teller Automotive.

Some of the guys are surprised to see you up and about, but you wave off their concern as you continue towards the club portion of the shop.

The usual sweetbutts are milling about, cleaning up and most likely getting ready for a party since it is a Friday. You spot Jax and Juice at the bar as Juice taps away on a laptop.

"Boys," you greet as you walk up behind them. "Whatcha workin' on?"

Jax turns in his seat, eyes subtly widening as he stands. "You're out! Why didn't you call me?" He's quick to carefully take you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Because if I'd have called you, you'd have taken me home and coddled me."

"Well yeah. You were shot."

"I got shit to take care of, Teller, and I'm not wasting another day."

"Then what are you doing here?"

You shrug. "I just thought that you'd want to see the MC face their consequences."

"Now? You're going to do that now?" He asks, his gaze darting down to your covered abdomen.

"Yep. "My brothers procured a place just on the outskirts of Charming where we won't be interrupted. You in?"

"Well, yeah. Obviously."

"Good. Then gather whoever's in and follow me."

As you sit in your car, you watch Jax as speaks with several of brothers to see who he's going to leave in charge. And after everything is settled, only five follow Jax to their motorcycles- Opie, Happy, Juice, Tig, and Chibs.

You start your car and start to drive, pausing by the gate until Jax and the others start to roll out. You take off, keeping your speed down as you drive through the town. But the moment you get to the road leading out of Charming, you step on the gas and race towards the location your brothers sent to you.

You drive along an empty stretch of road until you turn down a dirt road which is surrounded by empty crop fields that have seen better days. The road leads up to a dilapidated farmhouse, a very rusted horse corral, and behind all that is a barn where several vehicles have parked.

You park and get out, waiting for Jax to find the perfect spot to park their motorcycles. Once they do, you wait until they gather around.

"I know this started off as club business, but now it's cartel business. I can't have you questioning me in there."

"This is your playground," Jax says. "We're just here for a show."

You nod and then turn towards the barn doors, pushing them open with the help of Chibs and Tig when they get stuck. Inside, several men are hanging about on turned over crates or bales of hay, some even sitting at a small wooden table playing cards. Music plays softly in the background, but it's cut off the moment your presence is noticed.

Immediately, every man and woman scramble to their feet as you approach.

In the middle of the barn, there's a line of eight men with burlap sacks over their heads sitting in chairs with their wrists tied down to the armrests and ankles tied to the legs. Walking down the line of men, you snatch the sacks from their heads.

"Wakey, wakey, motherfuckers." Each man is clearly exhausted, agitated, and pissed off.

You save the MC President for last, smirking as he sneers at you. "Stupid bitch." He seethes. "Let us go. Right now."

"Bitch," you muse. "If you're going to insult me, at least call me a cunt. Or whore. Those words have much more of an impact."

"Cunt."

Your fist whips out, striking him across the face so hard that his head jerks to the side. He turns to glare back up at you, spitting blood that lands on your pant leg. "Now, now. If you're going to insult me again, at least be creative about it. Your lack of creativity is sorely disappointing." He roars at you, trying to free his wrists and feet, but you merely laugh and continue to pace in front of his men. "Now I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here and it's quite simple, really." You stop pacing, expression hardening. "You fucked with the wrong woman."

Then like a switch has been flipped, you go back to smiling and pacing, gesturing wildly as you talk. "Normally I wouldn't touch MC business with a ten foot pole, but you fuckers messed up. You broke into my home and went after a child under my care- a child that I hold very near and dear to my heart. So, now your piss poor attempt at taking over territory that doesn't belong to you has now come under cartel jurisdiction, and I will make sure that any stupid motherfuckers who dares to come after the Sons of Anarchy will pay a price."

"Fuck that. We didn't cross any cartel!"

"Oh honey," you mockingly coo as you come to a stop in front of the one who spoke. "I am part of the cartel." Turning around, you walk towards a long table and lift the cloth laying atop of it. Beneath the cloth, there's a variety of weapons. You tuck a glock into the back waistband of your jeans and then grasp a dagger in your dominant hand. Then turning to walk back towards the bound men, you smirk. "Now what I want are the assholes who attacked me and dared to point a gun at a child. You give me those men and the rest of you can walk out of here."

Silence.

Dead fuckin' silence.

"Nothing?" You chuckle. "Come on, guys. Give 'em up. I swear it's not worth protecting them. I mean, I can probably figure it out. Eyes are windows to the soul and all that rot. You might have been wearing masks, but I still remember those cowardly glints very well."

"Fuck you! I ain't no coward."

"Bingo!" You shout, pointing the tip of your blade at the culprit. Walking up to the guy, you can't help but laugh as he realizes his mistake and clamps his mouth shut. "One down, one more to go."

"I ain't telling you shit."

"No?" Switching the dagger to your other hand, you pull the glock free from behind your back. You step close to the man, taking aim at his crotch. "Are you sure about that?"

He cruelly smirks. "You're all talk and no-"

BANG!

The guy immediately starts screaming, his buddies struggling in their chairs, and you laugh. When you glance around the room, you see those you consider family chuckling and the Sons cringing in sympathy as they cover their crotches. You walk around so you're standing behind the screaming fool, swapping the dagger and gun in your hands so the dagger is back in your dominant hand. "Going once… going twice…" He continues to scream, and you sigh when no one else speaks up.

And then before anyone can comprehend what you've done, you've dragged the blade across the guy's neck.

As he gurgles on his blood and his friends shout obscenities at you, you walk around so you're standing before them once again.

"That's three of my men you've killed already," the President says. "I think fair's fair."

"I want the last one," you say. "One last guy and you're good to go."

No one says anything, but the President's expression hardens. There's a cold glint in his eye that you're very familiar with, and you know that should he walk out of these barn doors, he'll do anything and everything for revenge. "Samuel. I sent Samuel."

The Samuel in question squawks and you smile beautifully at him over the shoulder before staring at the President once more. "Harsh. Selling out your own guy like that." You saunter up to him, sighing. "But he's the thing; I hate snitches."

Then before the President can blink, you take aim and pull the trigger. The bullet hits him right between the eyebrows.

The struggling, bound men all seem to cease movement and you turn towards them. "Now that that's out of the way…" You walk back towards Samuel, scoffing at his whimpering. "You might get to live today, Sammy, but not without something to remember why messing with the Sons a big no-no."

"And w-what's that?"

You slowly smile. "Open your fist, Samuel. Lay your hand flat against the armrest."

His eyes widen as he whimpers, but he hesitantly does as you've said. Then when his hand is nice and flat, you drive your blade through the back of his hand, pinning it to the arm rest.

As he screams, you sneer at him and then start to make your way towards the Sons. On your way, you hand off your gun before coming to a stop in front of Jax and pasting on a smile as you glance at each Sons. "Who's hungry?"

"Marry me," Happy grumbles.

You laugh at him, winking, and then glance back at Jax. "You're a little psycho," he says.

"Only when the occasion calls for it. But seriously, can we go get food?"

Jax laughs as he sidles up to your side, sliding an arm along the back of your shoulders. "Do burgers sound good?"

"Burgers sound marvelous. I also want a vanilla milkshake."

"Good. We'll go grab some and surprise Abel. He's been itching to go to your house again."

"Ugh. Your kid is so adorable. But maybe let me settle in before you grab him. My abdomen is on fire and if we tell him I'm sick, maybe he won't be so hyperactive."

"Let me see."

Begrudgingly, you lift the hem of your shirt and glance down. Sure enough, you've bled through your bandages. "New plan; No Abel."

"What? But-"

"Nope." Jax squeezes you to his side as you sigh. "You're gonna go home, Chibs will follow to patch you up, and I'll go pick up some food. Abel can go one more day without seeing you."

"Boo."

The Sons chuckle.

"What about us?" Juice asks, gesturing between himself, Tig, and Happy.

"I don't care, Juice. Do whatever you want."

As they head towards their motorcycles, Jax walks you to your car.

"So, are you really okay with this?" You ask. "Okay with me and all that I'm capable of?"

"Yeah." Jax nods. "More than okay, actually. It's good to know that should shit find its way to your doorstep again, you'll handle it."

"Damn right I will." You swing around so you're standing in front of Jax, arms wrapping around his waist as his go around your shoulders. "I will protect Abel with my life again and again. Never doubt that."

"Just Abel?" His eyebrow arches.

"You're a close second," you muse. Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you peck his lips. "Now seriously. Food, Teller. I need food."

"Yeah, yeah." He kisses you again. "Go home and get settled. I'll be there soon."

#jax x reader #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #jax teller #happy lowman #abel teller #mc romance #motorcycle club romance #dark romance

[mushies-stories]

SOA eating out

how some of the SOA boys like to eat your out.

Warnings: smut, Freader, eating out. Juice, Jax, Opie, Happy

smut bellow

Juice: 

He loves when you sit on his face. His tongue licking up to your clit and sucking softly on the bud before dipping back down to your dripping hole and tongue fucking you tell you cum for the 3rd time. His arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you down as you squirm and struggle to keep yourself steady. He loved to hear you whine and moan, telling him it’s too much, you can't cum again. He makes you anyway just to hear your sweet sounds again. 

Juice likes to give you words of encouragement and praise since he wants to keep seeing you cum again again.

“So wet for me baby, can’t wait for me to make your pretty pussy feel good?”

“Such a good girl, so good you can handle another right?”

“You can do it, cum on my tongue again okay baby girl?”

Jax:

Enjoys missionary. On his stomach between your soft tights as he teases your pussy with lazy pumps of his fingers and kitten-like licks to your clit. He loves to watch from between your tights as you begged and whined for him to give you more. Once he finally replaces his fingers for his tongue and soft licking, to his rough finger circling your clit you were done for. Your hands in his hair, pulling to keep him as close as possible as you rode out right high. 

Teasing is how Jax’s favorite form of torture, Watching you get all flustered and needy when his touch just isnt enough as he smirks at you waiting for you to start begging. 

“What's wrong sweetheart, Too much? Need to cum?”

“I know you can last longer, you can do that for me right doll?”

“since you were so desperate to cum you can give me a few more right sweetheart?”

Opie:

Opie actually likes to eat you out in whatever way he can but since he is a tall guy and tends to tower over most of his partners, he likes to be on knees with you against a wall or a dresser to have some leverage with one leg slung over his shoulder. He holds you firm in place by one hand on the hip not on his shoulder as he sucks and licks you through another body tingling orgasm. Hands tangle in his hair as you try to keep steady. 

Opie’s almost begs you to cum, over and over like he needs you to. Like he just needs to taste you. 

“C’mon baby, cum for me.”

“You taste so good, so wet you're dripping.”

“Your perfect pussy can give me more than that right baby? You can come again for me.”

Happy:

Happy likes Missionary, holding your thighs open and keeping you still with an arm across your stomach. Normally he only eats you out if you pissed him off and he's just getting back at your bratty attitude. Between orgasms he gently licks you clean while you come down before his tongue is back on your clit and he’s three fingers deep in your pussy and you have tears in your eyes from being over stimulated. 

Happy is more like a soft dom when “punishing” you. He isn't mean, he's just relentless and won't stop until he decides you have had enough. 

“Baby, if I listened to you and stopped, that wouldn’t be teaching you anything about being a brat, now will it?”

“So wet babygirl, I think you need to cum a few more times to feel like you’ve been punished.”

“Two more baby, then you can have my cum as a reward, okay?”

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[imaginesmai]

You stared at yourself through the long-standing mirror that had a crack on the left side. The dress was long, but simple, and had a lacey design of sunflowers that matched the bouquet Gemma had chosen for you. The long sleeves made with lace looked elegant and soft, covering your whole arm and finishing right at your wrists. There was no long train, no veil or crown, nothing but the dress that made you feel like a princess.

It didn’t belong to Jax’s room, where last night events were still present. The empty bottles, the cigarettes on the ground, the crumpled sheets on the corner of the bed.

A pair of your panties on the chair.

Last night was wild, but you were much more at ease that right then. In front of the mirror, in your weeding dress, you felt like throwing up.

“You look beautiful” Gemma said from the door. “Are you ready?”

“I look like a flower vase. And I guess I am”

You didn’t look at her as she came closer. She was wearing a black, tight dress that left little to imagination, but that made her look like the queen. Standing in front of his mirror, in his room, the doubts appeared for the first time. Because, what if you were rushing things? What if you were invading his family?

It hadn’t been a rushed decision, months of planning and years of dating, but with Jax it was never easy. You had known each other since you were children, playing in the street with Opie and Thomas. As Piney’s daughter, you had grown in the club, between bikes and guns. And through the years, you had found your home in Jax’s arms, and he had made its way into your heart.

Gemma turned you around until you were looking at her, and she gave you a soft smile. The first tear decided to roll down your cheek, threatening to ruin your make-up. You tried not to think about the past, about your father being killed by Clay or your brother dying in a rotten cell from a cruel beating.

Last year had been heavy on you, on the club. You had delayed the weeding until everything was solved, and you thanked Jax for being so patient. But now, minutes away, you didn’t know if you were ready.

“What’s the matter, baby?” she caught the tear before it could do any damage.

“I don’t know” you said, feeling your chest becoming tight and heavy. “I don’t know”

“It’s okay to feel nervous. You’re about to take a huge step”

“I just – I know the club if my family, Gem, but… I wished they’d be here” you tried to stop the next tear. “They aren’t”

“Oh, Y/N. Come here”

You let yourself fall against her shoulder, careful not to ruin the dress.

There were things that you were certain about, like loving Jax, wanting a life together and doing anything for Abel. But you weren’t sure about many others. The constant beef with other clubs and organizations, your role in Abel’s life, the responsibilities of becoming the wife of the club’s president. Just last night, naked and drunk, Jax and you had dreamt about your shared life from now on, and you would have thought you were invincible.

But you had learnt that good things didn’t match your lifestyle, that you weren’t that lucky.

You didn’t know how much time you spent between Gemma’s arms, just hugging her tightly and waiting for your fears to go away. It was stupid, because you had gone through horrible things together, but somehow marrying felt like the last straw.

Once you were sure you weren’t going to break down, you took a deep breath and broke away.

“You sure you’re ready?” she asked, gripping your forearm.

“Yeah. Just – yeah”

Both of you had decided that you wanted a simple weeding, just the club and a few friends, so the club had been the chosen place. A friend of the club would officiate the wedding, and then, you had rented a catering service for the day. It was simple, and easy, but you couldn’t convince your heart to play along.

You walked down the familiar hallways, now empty, holding onto Gemma’s arm. In silence, you begged yourself to enjoy the day and forget about the past.

When you saw him waiting for you, with white shirt and denim trousers, you felt those worries slipping away.

Jax had been worried that you would change your mind, that something had happened, so he had sent his mother looking for you. After last night, he had left you to get changed and get everything ready with the boys, who didn’t help calm his nerves. What did help was finally seeing you walking towards him, as pretty as a dream.

He had chosen the only shirt he owned, had ironed his trousers and cleaned his sneakers, and he felt like the tramp as you were his lady. No matter how well he cleaned himself or how much effort he put into the details – he would never catch up with you.

Abel, who was holding the wedding rings next to his father, moved around with a nervous laugh.

“She looks beautiful, right?” Jax told him, not tearing his eyes away from you.

After what felt like forever, you finally made it to his side. Gemma took away the bouquet and you leaned for a kick kiss from Abel, who laughed once more before leaving. Everyone got up as the priest started talking, but you only had eyes for each other.

For Jax, it was hard to believe he was actually there, that he deserved it. That you had said yes and were about to become his wife. You stared at his blue eyes as he told you about it without a word, just with his side smile and the utter devotion he looked at you with.

“Not too late to change your mind” he half-joked, holding your hand.

“Same thing” you whispered back, squeezing it. “You sure about this?”

You were sure, and Jax too, but in your line of life, it was hard to believe when things turned out to be good. He had been your anchor through the years, and having a ring on your finger wouldn’t change it or make it better. It was only another step you were willing to take with him, one of many you had yet to take.

The way Jax stared at you while the priest continued with the ceremony cleared any doubt you had about it.

“I love you, darling” he answered after a moment. “I’m not going anywhere”

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[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

Jax Teller relationship hcs!

warnings: None.

a/n: No gifs are mine unless stated otherwise!

• Who said “I love you” first? Jax did! You guys had been dating for a few months at that point and he just knew. He said it while you guys were on a date at the beach.

• Who would have the other as their lockscreen? You would and the picture is always being updated! Right now it’s a picture you snuck of him while you guys were baking.

• Who leaves notes on the bathroom mirror? You both do! Cute little things like “love ya!” “lookin’ good!” “have a great day!”, just things to make the other smile.

• Who brings the other souvenirs from the places they visit? Jax does! He obviously travels a lot more than you because of the club and he always makes sure to bring you back keychain or a postcard from wherever he stops!

• Who kisses the other awake in the morning? you do. that man is NOT waking up til noon unless he has to lmao

• Who surprises who at work with lunch? it’s usually you but on rare occasions jax will be the one doing the surprising!

• Who was nervous on the first date? him, surprisingly!

• Who kills the spiders? oh, that is all jax!

• Who loudly proclaims their love while drunk? he does and it makes you blush every time, doesn’t matter how many times he does it. the guys always tease him the next day but he feels no shame

#it wasn’t supposed to take me so long to post this but it kicked my ASS #jax teller #soa #jax teller x reader #soa x reader #jax teller imagine #soa imagine #jax teller x you #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #my writing #samcro

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine being new to Charming and catching Jax's eye.

Because of how far and deep the tentacles of Sons of Anarchy reached, hardly anything could happen in Charming without them knowing.

And yet, there he was - staring at the Bread and Batter signboard hanging above the half-furnished shop with little to no idea what was happening. It went without saying, that being oblivious to certain changes could make or break a business in their, well, "profession".

His thoughts of "How the Hell did we miss this?" were interrupted by shuffling and a sound of struggle. Jax furrowed his eyebrows. Venturing towards the back of the little store, he expected nothing short of trouble. He wasn't one to believe in coincidences.

"Need a hand, darlin'?"

Startled, you dropped the crate with passion fruit. The blond man had a grin on his face as though there was something amusing about your red face or sweaty hair sticking to your forehead. It’s a warm day and the stock delivery felt unending.

"Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you," he said while making his way towards you. Despite the leather vest looking a little too much for the weather, Jax didn’t seem uncomfortable.

"No worries," you assured him. Feeling sweat gather at your hairline, you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand.

"So? Need some help?"

Considering how tired you already were, Jax was truly godsend.

"If it's not a problem..." you began awkwardly. You didn’t even know his name.

"It ain't."

With a polite smile on his face, Jax lifted the crate of passion fruit without much problem. You followed him inside the store but right at the treshold, he stepped aside to let you in first. As you asked him, Jax set the crate on the metal counter in the kitchen. Then, without wasting words, he was on his way for another crate of fruit.

A little awkwardly, you just stood out of his way, watching him labour away. Maybe it wasn’t the best first impression on your to-be clientele but that didn’t exactly mean the case was lost.

Around after half an hour of carrying fruit, dry ingredients and dairy, Jax was done. Slightly panting, he leaned his back against the wall, staring at you expectantly:

"Need anything else?"

"Do you think you could stay around for coffee?" you suggested. "To make up for your trouble." Although you clarified to not give Jax the wrong idea, part of you definitely wouldn’t have anything against that.

Clay is going to be pissed to Hell and back if he's late.

"Sure," he answered. Jax’s smile reappeared as his bright gaze followed you to the commercial-grade coffe machine.

#soa fanfiction #soa imagine #soa fanfic #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfic #jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller fanfic

[kdogreads]

My Dove

Chibs Telford x f!Reader

Warnings: Marijuana use, FLUFFY SMUT (very soft!Chibby🥹), swearing, every pet name known to man, minors DNI I mean it

AN: I’m simply in love with him. For some reason I couldn’t get the idea of Chibs calling his girl “dove,” like she’s the peace in crazy life, so this is that. :,)

Dedicated to my new friend @ankhmutes who helped me bounce this idea around!

Send me more SOA requests! Thank you for reading. :)

It was approaching 1 am before you finally heard the rumbling of your man’s bike approaching your driveway. He always tells you not to wait up for him, but you worry. You can’t help it. You need to see him home safe before you can relax.

You rose from your seat at the small wooden table in your kitchen and stepped to pour the rest of your coffee down the sink. You didn’t want your husband to know you’d been slugging coffee all night to keep awake, though he would already know when he walked in and saw you there, all the lights on in the kitchen.

The rumbling stopped and moments later the sound of keys prodding against the door caused you to spin on your heel from the sink. You were leaning against the counter, the fabric of your husband’s shirt clinging to your sides, falling just below the curve of your ass, your thin cotton sleep shorts barely poking out below.

The door swung open with a soft thud and in stepped a very tired, defeated looking man.

“Mo ghràdh (my love),” He exhaled while unloading his gear onto the table in front of you, “What are ye doin’ up?”

He crossed the small distance between you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, his head sinking to rest on your shoulder.

“Can’t sleep without you, baby,” you cooed into his hair. It was sticky with sweat and smelled of a mix of earth, shampoo and gunpowder — undeniably Chibs.

He stayed there in your embrace for a long moment before he let out a baritone sigh, standing up and running his calloused hands up along your soft arms.

“Get in bed, lass,” he breathed onto your forehead, placing a soft kiss there, “I’ll join you soon, hm?”

You nodded slightly and stretched up on your tiptoes to plant a sweet peck on his lips. His hand drifted down to yours and raised it up to brush his lips against your knuckles before stepping back and heading for the bathroom.

You heard the shower turn on as you climbed into bed and lit up the spliff Chibs had rolled for you before he left for the day. The smoke felt hot as it trickled into your lungs, but the worry you felt just moments before melted away with the sting.

It wasn’t long before Chibs came walking into your bedroom dressed in only black cotton boxers. You smiled sweetly at him as he tiredly made his way to his side of the bed and pulled the covers back to climb in.

Your eyes felt heavy with the weight of the high hitting you hard. Chibs slid closer to you and lifted his arm up, signaling you to tuck your head against his chest and lean into him. The smell of his musky shower gel and just him flooded your senses.

You lifted the joint to meet his lips and he slid his thick fingers over your thin ones to take it in his grasp. Now being free, your hand floated up to his damp brownish-gray locks and tucked a stray hair behind his ear. He shut his eyes as the sting of the smoke flowed into his lungs and back out of of his parted lips. His dark orbs fluttered back open and met yours in a soft gaze.

He met the joint to his lips again and inhaled deeply before moving a large hand to cup the back of your head. With a low, “c’mere,” he met his lips to yours and the mellowed burn of the smoke filled your senses. A sleepy smile molded on your face as your exhaled and planted a kiss on Chibs’ rough lips.

“Long day, love?” You asked softly, ghosting your lips over his scarred cheeks.

“Aye,” He sighed, “Y’could say so.” His hand ran through your flowing locks and you leaned into his touch.

He reached across the bed to snuff out the still-glowing roach then returned his hands to you, one still tangled in your hair and the other reaching for your bare thigh.

As quickly as your hazy mind could muster, you swung a silky leg over his to straddle his bulky lap. His rough hands, the very same that were beginning to bruise and swell at the knuckle before your eyes, were now gently running up and down your sides. The feather-like touches sent tingles down your spine.

“What do you need, baby?” You whispered as your hands drifted to caress the sides of his face, one thumb sliding over his slightly swollen lower lip, “Tell me.”

“You, dove,” His lips ghosted to your neck, one of his hands brushing your hair over your shoulder. He spoke slowly, finishing his thought, “I only need you, my peace.”

You sighed into his touch as his lips kissed from your ear, to your jaw, to the soft spot just above your clavicle, exposed from the stretched-out neckline of your old reaper t-shirt.

Chibs’ calloused hands slid gently under your shirt, his shirt, and his lips parted from your salty skin only momentarily to pull the fraying fabric over your head. He breathed in sharply when your bare torso came into his view. No matter how many times he’s had you, he’s always blown away by your beauty — the fact that you are his, and only his.

The cool air of your bedroom flowed over your skin, causing goosebumps to tingle up your spine and your already-taut nipples to pebble invitingly. Chibs’ hands danced up your sides to meet the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs brushing over the enticing apexes of them. You arched your back into him, head falling back at the overwhelming sensation you felt — a mix of the high and Chibs’ skilled hands palming into you already had you reeling.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as Chibs’ dipped his head to kiss the plush skin of your breasts gently as he made his way down to one of your sensitive peaks. He pushed you back slightly and took your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it and sucking the skin slightly. His thumb and forefinger teased your other nipple, sending your hips grinding into his involuntarily.

Your hands tangled through his damp hair as his lips traveled back up your tingling skin to meet your own plump lips. He kissed you like he was afraid you might disappear if he let you go - slow and deep. His lips never left yours as he toyed with the hem of your sleep shorts, ghosting his rough finger tips over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Please, Filip,” you breathed into his parted lips, “Touch me.”

His fingers hooked the thin, damp fabric and slid it to the side. A strained breath fell from your lips as the cool air swirled around your aching heat. He ran his fingers up and down your dripping slit and gathered the slickness before gliding up to circle your clit. Your sensitive nub ached as he drew soft whines and moans from you.

“Always so perfect for me, sweetheart,” He cooed into your ear, your head having fallen to rest on his shoulder as he pushed you further towards the peak of your pleasure. His fingers didn’t let up as you started to squirm in his lap, legs shifting just so your core ground roughly into his hardening cock.

You felt closer and closer to your release as Filip put his hand in your hair and gently pulled your head up from his shoulder to meet his captivating gaze.

“Let me watch ya, m’annsachd (my blessing),” His fingers sliding quickly to your pulsing hole while his thumb circled your clit, “See tha’ pretty face fall apart.”

His gravelly words flipped the switch in your belly and the blinding white hotness of your orgasm washed over you. Your head fell back into Filip’s hand as your thighs trembled over his own, the high you felt adding a new intensity to your rolling peak. The shaking of your thighs started to subside after what felt like an eternity, settling back down as Filip’s arms came to rest around your soft hips. He pulled you close to him as you floated back down to earth.

“God, I love you, Filip,” you squeaked out as you wrapped your fatigued arms around his broad shoulders.

He sighed into your embrace. “I love you more than I can say, my dove.”

Your hands take purchase in the short hairs at the base of his neck while Filip kisses all along your salty skin, sucking at the soft spot just above your clavicle. It’s your favorite and he knows it.

“Please, please,” you plead, not knowing exactly what you’re trying to say. Somehow though, Chibs knows exactly what you need. He always does.

He shushes you softly as his hands move to free his hard cock from the confines of his boxers and slide your shorts back out of the way. You breathe in sharply as his thick length slides through your slick walls, meeting the resistance of your clenching walls.

A sharp “ungh” escapes from your throat as your thighs sink down to meet Filip’s. The stretch overwhelms you every damn time. Your nails rake down the smooth contours of his upper back as you take a moment to adjust.

“Shhh, mo ghràdh, I’ve got you,” Filip cups the back of your head with one hand and rubs the arch in your back with the other, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

After another beat you slowly lift yourself off of Chibs’ thighs, the deep ache reaching into your belly as your hips snap back down. He pushes you down by your hipbones, grinding you into him and making the dirtiest noises slip from your mouth.

The friction of your clit on his pubic bone, the way you can feel him in your guts, the praise and reassurances dancing into your ear and the muddled way your foggy brain is stringing all together — it’s all too much for you and you let out a string of words that could be mistaken for a prayer in another context.

“Ah, fuck. F—Filip, Christ. Please, baby. I — I can’t.”

A deep groan boils out of his chest. Seeing you this way, so drunk on his cock and unaware of even your own name anymore; it makes him feral.

“Tha’s it, my girl. Made just fer me, angel, I swear,” His arms wrap back around your trembling torso as he fucks into you, grinding your bodies impossibly close together, “Gimme one more, baby girl. I know you can.”

With another slew of curse words falling from your lips, you feel the string snap once more deep in your belly. The way your walls flutter harshly around his cock send Filip into his own peak, hot streams of his seed painting your insides. You grab at his back, his arms, his hair — anything you can reach as you shake and whine in his grasp for another moment.

Finally, the earth stops spinning around you as you come back into reality to the sounds of two heaving chests and praises in your ear. Chibs rests his head on your shoulder, and you on his. The intimacy of your embrace sending that warm, fuzzy feeling through your veins.

“Thank you, mo chridhe (my heart). I needed ya so goddamn much,” He turns his head slightly to plant sloppy kisses along your shoulder.

“Still do,” kiss, “Always do,” kiss.

Your heart flutters at his affection. He’s never shy about how much he loves you, but it’s even more so after a rough day like today must have been. He’ll tell you about it someday, but not now. Now he just needs to hold you, to know you are here.

“I’m here, baby,” You whisper, his softening cock slipping out of you as slide down to lay next to each other, “Here forever, my love.”

“I love you so, my peace; my dove.”

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[ravennaortiz]

Your Boyfriend is a Bitch headcanon SOA version

Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and telling that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.

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Our sweet Juice is amused at first that goofy grin plastered on his face as he sips his beer. He figures it was obvious that you are with him since the guy literally stepped in between you two as you guys were sitting and talking at the clubhouses bar. Guy must just be to caught up in how beautiful his Old Lady is. Then he hears the guy tell you that your boyfriend is a bitch and he could take him. "Alright buddy" laughs Juice that goofy grin slipping into a tight smile as he grabs his shoulder. Slipping off the stool he steers the guy out the door. "Be back in a bit babe" he calls over his shoulder to you.

"Surprise surprise he couldn't take me. Guess you are stuck with me" states Juice smugly as he rejoins you giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Chibs has grown used to the "youngins" hitting on you and such. He used to be quick to swing but your calming nature had him using patience and words a little more often now than his fist. This time though he puts the young man through one of the tables. It's hard to say whose more shocked between the three of you. "Think you can do her better Laddie?" Chibs chuckles darkly as he shakes his head at the trembling man under him. "Why don't you join me and my Ole Lady here in the bedroom. One of us can learn some pointers".

Happy turned away from the pool table when he heard the new prospects response to your decline of a date. Your wide eyed expression, tight smile and nervous chuckle when his eyes met yours told him he had in fact heard the idiot correctly. It was nothing to the prospects expression as he turned to see who you were looking at. Happy simply rolled his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other for a moment before speaking. "I'm her bitch boyfriend.

Jax is swinging fists before the guy knows what is happening. He demands the guy to answer him between every hard blow. "Think I'm still a bitch?" Are you blind? Couldn't see her crow? The ring?" "Did you miss my arm around her waist?". Jax only relents when Chibs and Opie pull him off the guy. Without another word he pulls you to the dorm hallway to relieve some more of his anger in a more enjoyable way.

Half-Sack is quick to be in the guys face. Newly patched he feels he has a lot to prove still. He makes it clear he doesn't need a gun to win a fight. Which does not last long and leaves the guy hitting on you knocked out and being dragged out of the clubhouse by Happy.

At first Tig thinks you and Kozik are playing a joke on him when you two tell him what happened inside while you were getting a drink. The two of you loved to rile him up and play jokes on him. He also can't wrap his mind around who in their right mind would tell his gorgeous, pregnant wife that she could do better and they could do her better. Especially not after you two had been together for ten years. The tears that start to well up though have him up on his feet and inside, dragging the man out by his kutte. Once he gets your nod of confirmation he pulls him toward the ring.

Opie while usually level headed and one to think things through before reacting. Can't help but to punch the guy in his face before he can even get his sentence out. While he agrees with the guy that you can in fact do better than an outlaw biker, no one else gets to say it.

Kozik would have let it slide. Being called a bitch and stuff did not bother him. What bothered him was how uncomfortable you got and how the guy would not back off. The quiet whisper of his government name from your lips had him grabbing the offending guy into a chokehold and yanking him out of the clubhouse to teach him a lesson on respect.

Rat had his teeth gritted as he served drinks from behind the bar. Still being a prospect he was limited on what he could do to a patched member, let alone the VP of another visiting charter. "You have my permission to handle that" stated Jax as he came around the bar, having heard what was happening. Rat nodded his head in appreciation before yanking the guy over the bar top. There were perks to dating the sister of the mother charters President.

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[rimunagenius]

Number

Pairing: Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x f!Reader (soon will become an ‘x fem!OC’ during the second chapter)

Word Count: 897

Warnings: I think it’s just foul language

Summary: Getting a new neighbor is always fun or even interesting. But an annoyingly cute biker who makes too much noise, isn’t.

Note: I did totally get this from a movie or show i saw on my tt fyp soooo…i don’t own the plot, nor do i own the Sons or the SOA plot (my boy Kurt Sutter does) but i just own my reader inserts kids as characters. If you find the name or know the name of whatever movie or show this is (if you recognize the dialogue), pls comment it so i can put it in here.

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Part 1 of the Unexpected Treasure series !

It was hard to get your little one to bed. Recently she’s being crying all night long and when she sleeps, she only sleep for two hours and then wakes up. Your oldest ones weren’t bad at all. So easy even.

Tonight was a rough night. You had already done three laps around the back yard, two around the kitchen and living room, and 6 of her bedroom. Her eyes finally started to close as you were slowly and silently rocking her in the rocking chair in her room.

Laying her in the crib slowly, carefully calculating any moves to not wake her up, you stood up and closed the door, leaving a crack so you could hear her from next door.

You had applied moisturizer to your fresh and healing tattoo before hearing the an odiously loud rumbling of bikes outside the door.

Groaning loudly you quickly made your way outside the front door before crossing your lawn over to the neighbors. You saw four men outside and just one bike while they stood in the garage. The rumbling was loud that you signaling them to keep it down wasn’t heard.

“Hey!” You stood closely behind the two with their backs faced to you, and yelled in their ears so they could hear. They turned around quickly and looked upset at the loudness of your voice.

“What gives, lady?!” One with crazy messy curly black hair turned around, finger lodged in his ear.

“Bloody hell, woman.” The other one who seemed to have facial scars turned around. The rumbling of the bike stopped immediately after the two stopped yelling at you. A man with long blonde hair and another man with long brown hair looked at you.

“Why are you guys doing making so much goddamn noise!?” You were visibly upset that these men dragged you out of your house at 10pm to rev stupid bike engines.

“Introducing ourselves to the neighbors, darlin— his neighbors.” The blonde one pointed towards the man with the crazy scars. You knew someone was moving in but the bikes weren’t really a problem when they were leaving and coming back so little.

“Well, I’m the neighbors, and we’re introduced, so if you wouldn’t mind, could you please shut the fuck up.” You looked at all four then before turning around and walking back across your lawn. You made it to the door before the one with the accent started talking to you.

“Wait, hold on. Let’s start over okay? My names Filip, what yours?” He had long hair, salt and pepper colors and the leather and kutte were actually very attractive on this man. But you didn’t know him, and men weren’t exactly your specialty considering you have three kids who’s dads left them.

“That’s cool. Just think of me as the person next door who likes it quiet.”

“Aye, but come on, love. Don’t be like that. We live next door to eachother and I feel bad. I feel terrible. I’m sorry. Will ya accept my apology?

“I don’t need your apology, I just need the quiet.” You then turned to go up the 3 steps to your porch before he started talking once again.

“Why don’t I take ya out to dinner to apologize for my rudeness? You give me yer’ number and I already have your address. I’ll call you up like a proper lad, and ask ya out.”

You giggled, “You want my number?” You smiled as you looked at him, and back at the other three men who seemed to resume talking but kept looking over to listen. Your sarcasm evident to them as the snickered amongst eachother.

“I do. I do want your number.” He nodded as he fixed his hair, his eyes never leaving yours once.

“Which number do you want? Filip?” You knew his name, you just didn’t have the capacity to care about or spare his feelings considering you had three children to get inside to and a early shift at the hospital to get some of the very little sleep for.

“Filip, now I like the way you say that, darlin.” He huffed as he smirked while he looked at you and then back to his friends before looking to you again. “How many numbers do ya have?”

“Oh I have plenty, darlin,” you mocked his endearment for you. “I have numbers falling out my ears. For instance, nine.”

“Nine?”

“Yeah, that’s how many months my baby girl is.”

“You got a little girl?” He looked intrigued and surprised in your statement. The guilt for being too loud already getting to his conscience.

“Yeah. Sexy huh? And how about this? Four is how old my oldest boy is. Two is how old my other son is. Two is the amount of time i’ve been married and divorced. Twenty is the amount of money I have left in my bank account. 850-3943 is my phone number, and im guessing zero is the amount of times your going to call it.”

“That impresses me, and your wrong about the zero thing, sweetheart.” He spoke as you walked inside and shut the door. He turned around and walked back to the boys as she looked back at your house, the living room light being shut off at the same time.

“Damn, she was pissed.” The man with long hair spoke, adjusting his beanie.

“Yeah, Chibs. Opies right, you gotta stop moving and pissin off your neighbors. This has happened like four times already.”

“Oi, shut up, Tiggy.”

“You got her number though, right?” The blonde asked, his eyebrows wiggling in a mockingly manner.

“Aye, Jackie boy.”

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[dallianceangel]

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 🍫🌃

here's another soft happy fic, i hope you enjoy x

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You sneak into the kitchen at 1AM, wearing nothing but Happy's SAMCRO shirt, craving something sweet to eat. The club is under lockdown, and snacks are limited.

“What time is it?” Happy mumbles, rubbing at his sleepy eyes as he leans against the door frame.

“Go back to bed, babe,” you whisper in response. “I'm just looking for some snacks.”

He grumbles before walking back to his dorm. Snacks are nowhere to be found, so you follow behind him. It's not until you're fully comfortable that he remembers.

“There's a box of candy underneath the bed.”

You leap into action.

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[band--psycho]

Jax Teller X Readder - Always Been You

Hey! Sorry I've been a bit quiet recently, I've had a lot of stuff going on; I know people are really excited for the stories they've requested and I will get to them, please just be patient with me.

With that being said, I've written this story for the amazing @beth-gallagher22 who requested it for my 3.6k DrabbleWriting Celebration, it was so hard to stop at 500 words!

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

“I always thought it’d be you two walking down the aisle,” Chucky said with a sympathetic look in his eyes as he got Jax a bottle of beer from the fridge. 

“Me too, Chucky,” he sighed, taking a swig of the beer he was holding, desperately trying to ignore the way his heart ached as the words left his lips, “But she’s in love with someone else.”

He knew it was selfish of him to be acting like this; there’d been more than enough chances for him to admit his feelings to her, and he didn’t. He knew he had no right to throw this little pity party whilst everyone else was at the wedding. 

He just couldn’t help it. 

He wanted Y/n to be happy; he just wished that it was with him. 

All he could think about was that it should have been him. 

He should have been honest with her from the very beginning; from the very moment he realised that he was falling in love with her all those years ago. 

But he didn’t. 

He told himself it was for her sake; to keep her away from this life, but with her older brother Opie being a part of the club he knew deep in his heart that that would never happen.

And now it was too late. 

“Then why is she standing outside in her wedding dress?” Chucky questioned , pointing outside; it took a moment for the words to register in Jaxs mind but when they did his head snapped up and he looked out the window. 

Without any hesitation, Jax was on his feet, rushing outside to Y/n, a million thoughts filling his mind and all of them freezing once he got closer to her and saw how breathtaking she looked in her wedding dress. 

“I’m sorry, Jax,” Y/n said, taking a step towards him, tears beginning to form in her  y/e/c eyes. “What?” Jax began, placing a hand on the side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb soothingly, completely confused about why she was apologizing,  “Y/n what are you sorry for?”

“For never telling you how I feel, I was about to walk down the aisle and then.I..I thought of you and I just…”

“Breathe darlin’,” Jax urged as he pulled her into his embrace, as the words she’d said slowly sunk into his mind. 

“I thought I’d moved on but I haven’t,” she sniffled, pulling away slightly so that she could meet his eyes as she told him the truth she’d been denying her heart for so long, “It’s you Jax; it’s always been you, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,”

“No darlin’, if anyone should apologise it should be me,” he cooed, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen down her cheek.

“I love you, Y/n/n,” he whispered before placing a soft kiss on her lips. 

“I love you too, Jax,” she breathed between his kisses.

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[purehoney]

Wait in the truck (Chibs Telford)

warnings: may contain references to domestic violence

note: based on the song wait in the truck by hardy ft lainey wilson

note 2: if you are in this situation, please talk to someone and seek help

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Chibs drove mechanic Teller-Morrow's truck, as his bike was in repair during the week and was the only option left.

The late-season rain made the view of the dark road even worse at night, but the headlights clearly illuminated what appeared to be a person walking.

- What the hell...? - Chibs whispered to himself while still inside the car.

As soon as he stopped, the person turned towards the vehicle's light. She looked scared. The scotsman got out of the car and walked towards her.

- Oi... - he stopped the moment his eyes noticed the state of the woman's clothes. What should have been white had a large red spot, and on her face, there was a mixture of purples in different tones and places.

She just kept looking at him, a low cry sounded between them.

- Come on, get in - he pointed to the car, knowing exactly what that scene was about. She just nodded and got into the car after him.

Chibs didn't ask much about what had happened or how it happened. It actually didn't matter to him at all. Even despite the reputation that the entire club had for other people, there were some moral rules that each of them followed, one of those rules for Chibs, was that a crime worth committing was to end up with idiots who beat women.

The woman next to him was still sobbing, shaking a little due to her body being wet from the rain.

He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, and she thanked him in a low, almost inaudible voice.

- Where is he? - was the only thing he needed to know.

She turned her face, looking into his eyes for the first time. She seemed to decide whether to tell the truth. Finally, she gave the address of her own house, a few blocks back.

The car rumbled louder as Chibs maneuvered and drove again, now to the new address indicated.

Rain seemed to have increased as he stopped in front of the house.

- Wait in the truck...

She watched him get out, walk to the back of the car removing what looked like a crowbar and go to the front door on the porch.

The biker knocked twice and no one responded. His patience running thin, filling him now with only anger.

Suddenly, the door slammed against the wall after Chibs kicked it, making the bald man lying on the couch jump.

Before the other man could reach the gun on the coffee table, Chibs hit him with the crowbar.

Taking out his own gun that he always carried on his waist, the scotsman put an end to the problem that the girl he met on the road had.

The girl, still in the car, jumped when she heard the noise echoing down the street. She knew the biker, after all who in the city didn't know the Sons Of Anarchy? She just didn't know if she should call him an angel for finding her, despite what he had just done.

Her body still in shock from the whole situation.

Her heart was relieved to know that her justice had somehow been served.

She could see when Chibs finally left the house, a cigarette burning in his lips, he pointed at the car, parked in front of him.

- Just wait in the truck... - he repeated to her, as if perhaps he was waiting for her to get out or do something.

Not many minutes passed before the police arrived, the rain no more than a light drizzle now.

Six months had passed since that night, Chibs felt no remorse in himself as he walked through the cold halls of the penitentiary. He received a one-year sentence after the trial for his crime.

He sat in front of the glass, his hand reaching for the phone hanging next to him. The woman looked like a different person, her face now flushed healthily and her clothes in a pleasant state.

- Thank you! - it was always the first thing she said every time they saw each other, which had become commonplace since the conviction.

- Lass, i might be here forever but it's a whole hell of a lot better than the place I sent him to.

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[fanficimagery]

Violent Little Thing

To the Sons of Anarchy, you're just Happy's neighbor that doesn't care for drama or the fact that they wear kuttes. But in actuality, you've dealt and probably have done far worse, and it isn't until you're kidnapped that they find out your secret.

Author's Note: Long time no see, huh? Does this mean I'm back? Hell no. This has been sitting in my drafts since mid-2023 and thought it was time to go out. For never having seen more than a few episodes, I love these SOA boys. I'm not super familiar with the lingo or clubhouse etiquette, so this is gonna take place away from that particular setting. Trigger warning for graphic violence and attempted sexual assault (it doesn't get far). Reader is gonna be a little… off the rails. Blame all the dark romance I've been reading lmao.

Before moving into your new home, you knew it was going to be a fixer upper. Fortunately for you, you loved working with your hands, and after having been banished to Charming in hopes of calming your inner demons, you were going to have a lot of time to do just that. But the joke was on your family because there was no calming your demons. People just needed to learn to not piss you the fuck off.

When you get to the house, however, you see that a majority of the work has already been done for you. The only thing left for you to do is paint the walls, rearrange furniture, and unbox your belongings. The electricity and water are already turned on, and wifi has been installed with your password on a sticky note.

The master bedroom is huge and you love it, but you don't have nearly enough belongings to fill it. Your queen-sized bed looks tiny and you immediately want something bigger. So heading back outside to your vehicle, you grab your bag that has your laptop inside and head back in. Setting up at your kitchen island, you search for a place that will deliver any type of food and beverage. You find a pizzeria just on the outskirts of town that will deliver to Charming, so you place a quick order. It's a forty minute wait period, so to pass the time you start looking up bedroom ideas.

You run across a California king bed, but none really catch your eye. What does catch your eye, however, are the DIY beds that touch from one side of the wall to the other. You take your laptop back to your bedroom so see if it's do-able, and come to the conclusion that it is. You'll have to add some floating shelves since you won't be able to have bedside tables, but that's perfectly fine with you. You then take the time to get down the measurements of your room because you still have to situate your dresser and mount your TV to the wall, and you need to make sure everything will fit.

Eventually your food gets there and, sitting at the kitchen island, you dig in. You slowly eat and drink your fill, and then place any leftovers in the already cool refrigerator.

Needing some bathroom necessities and sheets for your current bed, you unload your vehicle. You place each box in their respective rooms, but leave them mostly boxed up. And not wanting to get any TV's mounted or bed fully put together since you still have to paint the walls, you remain on your laptop to pass the time and send messages to your family to let them know you're okay.

It takes you a couple of weeks to build your bed frame, get in your special ordered mattress, and paint the walls to your liking. You do most of your building in the driveway, so you've become accustomed to the people living on your street, waving at them as they pass or call out a greeting. But there's one individual everyone seems to steer clear of or avoid eye contact with, and that's your next door neighbor who rides a motorcycle and proudly wears a Sons of Anarchy kutte.

You had first seen the intimidating, bald man when he showed up a couple days after you moved in. You'd looked up when you heard the rumblings of engines and watched two motorcycles pull into the driveway next door. You paused hammering for a moment, nodded at the two men who took a moment to stare back, and then went back to work.

Over the next few days, men came and went from next door. And each time, they were intrigued watching you work. But eventually your bed frame was finished and you had to situate it in your bedroom. Maneuvering the mattress was no easy feat, but you were not about to ask for help, and it didn't take you long to finally finish furnishing your home to your liking.

As busy as you've been, you haven't really had the time to eat a home cooked meal. So after everything, you took a trip to the grocery store and bought hundreds of dollars of food and drink to stock your kitchen with.

The air is finally cool and crisp, so all the windows to your home are wide open. You'd been feeling a little restless, so you opted to cook a meal that would keep you busy. Enchiladas, rice, and beans is one of your favorite meals, so after making sure you have everything, you put a pot of beans to cook. They have to cook for a few hours, so while that's going on you get online to check in with your family.

When the beans are done, you get started on browning hamburger meat. Setting a majority of the meat aside, you use only a bit for the enchilada sauce. You pour in water, flour, spices, and some canned chili until it's to your liking, and then heat up some corn tortillas before you start rolling the enchiladas. After they're in a pan that holds far too many for only you, you pour the enchilada sauce on top before shredding some cheese atop of it. Once that's in the oven, you get started on a pan of rice.

It's when the rice is boiling that your doorbell rings. A little tired and more than a little hungry, you grab up your beer after turning off the rice, and take a swig of it on your way to the door. Since the door is wide open, you can easily see who's standing just on the other side of the screen door. It's one of the Sons, one of the only two with brown skin that you've seen so far. But this isn't the intimidating bald one, this is the one with a shaved mohawk down the center of his head and a killer smile.

You arch an eyebrow at him as he tucks his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and you take another swig of beer as you lean against the door jamb. "Yes?"

The corner of his eyes crinkle as his smile widens. "Hi. Uh, me and my boys are chilling next door and we couldn't help but smell whatever it is you're eating. You mind sharing the name of the place where you picked up your food from so we can go get some too? Smells really good."

Your lips twitch. "Who said I picked anything up?"

"You cooking?" His eyes widen. "Bullshit."

You huff a laugh and nod. "YN."

"Juice."

"Mhmm." You push the door open just enough so you can lean out and peer next door, catching sight of two men sitting sideways on the seats of their bike. "Just you three?"

"Yeah."

You hum again and then back into your home as the screen door shuts quietly. "I've been watching you guys come and go, nodding cordially when our gazes clash," you say. "If you're willing to leave your shoes by the front door, you're more than welcome to pull up a seat at the table."

"Forreal?"

"Sure." You shrug. "I never learned how to cook for one, so I might have made an entire tray of enchiladas that will most likely go to waste if someone else doesn't eat them."

"Oh hell yeah." Juice turns, cupping his hands around his mouth as he says, "Yo! Free meal! Get over here!"

You watch as one man eagerly gets off his bike, whooping in delight of free food. The other, the one you believe actually lives next door, casually gets up at a leisurely pace. You push open the screen door as they're stomping up your porch steps, and Juice introduces you to Tig and Happy. You do your best not to smile because Happy does not look quite so happy, but he grunts a greeting when you tell them your name.

As Juice steps into your home, he's quick to kick off his shoes and tell his boys to do the same. They do and then you lead the way to the kitchen, pointing at your table. "Siéntate."

"Ohhh. A Spanish lady," Tig muses as Juice translates for him to sit down as you instructed. When you glance at him, his wild-crazed gaze makes you snort. "I like 'em a little spicy."

"And I like 'em less talkative." Happy and Juice both snort, and Tig beams at your sassy retort. "Beer or soda?"

Tig and Happy take beers, and Juice takes a soda. You serve them each their own plate of three enchiladas, a scoop of rice, and a scoop of beans. You serve yourself last with a glass of water, and finally take a seat to dig into all your hard work.

"Goddamn," Tig grumbles after his first bite of everything. "This is some Mexican restaurant level shit here."

You grin as you eat at your own pace, feeling content at watching three grown men finding your cooking delicious.

"So what's your story?" Juice asks. "In all the times I've come around, it's just you here."

"That's because it is just me here."

"Why Charming?"

You take a moment to swallow your food, washing it all down with a sip of water as you lean back in your chair. Then glancing between each man and the patches on their kuttes, you ask, "Do you want the real story or the story I'm feeding anyone who asks in polite small talk when they see a new face in the store?"

All three men slow their eating, their gazes sliding up to you in surprise.

"What's the story you tellin' the locals?" Tig asks.

Placing a hand over your heart and changing your voice so you sound like a southern belle, you say, "Just that I just left a very nasty relationship and my family thought I deserved a fresh start away from the man who dared lift a fist in my direction."

Tig snorts. "And the real story?"

You chuckle as your voice goes back to normal. "My family thought I needed to calm my inner demons, so they banished me to Charming. Joke's on them, I've made peace with my demons. It's not my fault people keep pissing me off."

Tig and Juice laugh as Happy smirks at you.

"What'd you do to earn banishment?" Juice wonders.

You shrug. "I wasn't joking about the nasty relationship. I just leave out the small detail that once I was out of the hospital, I went crawling back to my dickhead of an ex-fiancé and plotted my revenge."

"Crazy and you can cook. Marry me," Tig says.

You shake your head at him, eating a bit more before finishing the story. "I was raised to take no shit from anyone. So after he put me in the hospital, I made him believe all was well. Then one night, when he least suspected it, I slipped him a little something so he was conscious, but paralyzed, and set fire to his house."

The three men freeze, but you continue eating as if it was no big deal.

"Did you- did you kill him?" Juice warily asks.

"Unfortunately, no." You pout and then laugh at their awed expressions. "He had nosy neighbors so they were able to get the firetrucks there as soon as they smelled smoke. But when my family found out, they said I was sloppy, so I got shipped out here."

"Yoo.. what the fuck?" A moment of quiet ensues and then Juice is laughing. "That has to be the craziest shit I've heard in a while."

"I highly doubt that." Your gaze drops to the patch on his kutte. "I'm sure you've heard, seen, or taken part of some pretty crazy shit." When you meet his gaze again, you smirk. "Am I wrong?"

Juice grins and then looks at Happy. "Your neighbor is cool as shit. I'm kind of jealous." The air of amusement lingers as everyone continues to eat. "So what do you do for work?"

"I do some IT stuff for my family." You shrug. "I can work from anywhere, so I guess I'll still be doing that. What about you boys? What do you do other than ride?"

"We work at Teller Automotive," Tig says. "Only car garage in town."

"Really? Do you guys have any openings this week? I need my oil changed."

"Sure. We'll leave a number before we leave."

The rest of dinner is spent with the men telling you what there is to do in Charming and asking how long you plan on staying. You're not really sure, but if you end up liking Charming then you have no issues setting down roots. And then when dinner is done and you've seemed to exhaust all the small talk topics, you plate up the leftovers and send the men on their way.

Over the next couple of weeks, you befriend your neighbor. You take your vehicle into Teller Automotive and Happy takes it upon himself to take care of it for you. Tig and Juice had kept you company, and introduced you to a few of their other brothers when they took interest in their new friend. You were invited to one of their parties and, after some pressuring, you went. Nothing shocked you, not even a few members of the club getting head in plain sight, but Happy apparently shocked everyone else by gluing himself to your side. According to the club President, Happy was normally found in the ring outside or fucking his way through croweaters, but that night he made sure that no one bothered you.

Then more often than not, Happy reaped the benefits of your cooking and appeared for dinner before taking leftovers home for lunch.

In such a short period of time, you grow accustomed to the stern biker's company.

One morning, you're startled awake by the doorbell ringing and a fist pounding on the door. You sit up and scoot out of bed, hurrying towards your front door in a groggy, yet panicked state. But before you pull the door open, you peer out one of the thin windows on one side of your door. It takes a moment for you to realize it's Happy and that the sky behind him is still dark.

Unlocking the door, you pull it open. "What the fuck, Hap? What's going on?"

With a duffel bag hanging off his shoulder, Happy looks you up and down. "You always answer the door like this or am I just special?"

You freeze and then glance down, rolling your eyes when you remember you went to sleep in a gray wife beater, that makes it very obvious you're not wearing a bra, and a pair of hipster underwear. "Neither. You're lucky."

"Sure." You narrow your eyes at him and he smirks. "I forgot the bills were due and everything got shut off. Can I crash here until I get it sorted?"

Without missing a beat, you say, "Yeah," and step back from the door, opening it wider. "Shoes off. You know where the bathroom is and I'm pretty sure you can find the guest bedroom." You yawn and lock the door behind your friend. "What time is it?"

"Little after five."

"Happy," you whine. "S'too fuckin' early. M'going back to bed." As you pad back to your room, you don't hear any footsteps behind you. "Stop staring at my ass!"

"Can't help it. Might start dropping by early now."

"Do it and die, Lowman." Stopping and turning, you point an accusatory finger at him. "Do not come in between me and my bed. I will murder you."

His lips twitch. "Worth it."

. .

. .

It takes less than a week for Happy to get his power and water turned back on, and then he's back at his house. Though there are times when he shows up for dinner, dropping off on your couch when he's too tired to walk back home. Normally you would mind, but Happy knew how to clean up after himself, so you didn't mind that it seemed he was practically half moved in.

One night, you get a call from your brother that they need you to come in and work on cracking the passwords on a few laptops they'd gotten their hands on. You agreed, but first you needed to arrange someone to look after your house.

The next afternoon, you show up to Teller Automotive. You find Happy on a smoke break and ask him for a favor. When you ask him if he can keep an eye on your house for two days, he seems surprised, even more so when you give him a copy of your house key. You tell him he can crash there and eat whatever food you have so long as he doesn't trash the place. He readily agrees.

And when you return two days later, you realize you should have specified that he could crash in the guest bedroom. Finding a nearly naked Happy in your bed isn't half bad, nor is the firmness of his ass when you smack a hand down on it to wake him up.

Immediately he jerks awake, twisting his body as he sits up, and pointing a gun right at your face. You laugh and lick the tip of the barrel while wiggling your eyebrows at him. "Wakey, wakey."

"You're a fuckin' pyscho," he grumbles, lowering his gun.

"Yeah, well duh. You should have had that figured out a long time ago." He rolls his eyes before turning to drop down face first back into your pillow, shoving his gun back under it. You grin. "Was there something wrong with the guest room you've been using?"

"No. I just didn't know how fuckin' massive your bed was. It looked lonely without a body in it."

"Mhmm. I'm sure." He grunts and you chuckle as you crawl out of the bed. "I'm gonna go pick up some breakfast from the diner. Want anything?"

"Anything and everything."

"Gotcha. I'll text you when I'm on my way back."

. .

. .

The dynamic between you and Happy ended up changing after that fateful morning. When he slept over, it was in your bed. You hadn't crossed the line past lingering touches or innuendos, but it was a given that he was the only person allowed in your bed. You didn't care for the croweaters at the parties his club put on every Friday night, but the two of you made a statement when he rolled up one night with you seated behind him.

The Sons nearly gaped as Happy amped up his protectiveness, pulling you between his parted thighs as he took a seat on a stool at the bar. Tig and Juice had walked over, and Happy perched you on his knee as you joked with his brothers. The croweaters didn't bother to hide their glares or sneers, but you merely smirked at their cattiness and took to scratching the back of Happy's head with your nails when you'd draped your arm around his shoulders.

"So, is this a thing?" Jax, the club president, had asked.

You shrugged and grinned. "We're friends."

"Friends don't stake claims."

"We're possessive friends."

Happy had snorted but didn't correct you.

From there on out, it was known that you were Happy's.

The Sons are relaxing at the clubhouse after a long day's work when blacked out Escalades and BMW's pull up. The atmosphere immediately goes from relaxed to tense, and the Sons flank their President when he walks out to the lot to see what the deal is.

Thug after thug exit the vehicles before opening the doors on two Escalades, ushering out four well-dressed men. None of them look like they'd be a person to fuck with, so Jax is extremely curious as to what the fuck is going on.

"Can I help you?" He asks, eyebrow arches as tattooed thugs flank the apparent important men.

"I hope you can." The one in charge reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a picture. "What do you know about this woman?"

When Jax is shown a picture, he mentally curses. It's Happy's neighbor and a friend to many Sons. He keeps his expression neutral, before shrugging. "Nothing. Should I?"

"She's my baby sister."

"Oh hell…"

"YN never misses check-in and she's missed two," the man explains. "It's come to my attention that she's made some connections to Happy Lowman, Juan Ortiz, and Tig Trager- all Sons of Anarchy. Do you understand why I'm here now?"

"Fuck, man, we didn't know. What can we do?"

"You can start by questioning your men to see if they'd heard from her."

At that, Tig steps forward. "I haven't seen or spoken with YN in a little over a week."

"What about Juan or Happy?"

Jax looks at his gathered men, frowning. "Where are Juice and Happy?" No one says anything, looking as confused as their President when they don't see their familiar faces. Then raising his voice, he asks, "Has anyone heard from Happy or Juice today?" Nothing. No one utters a peep. "What about yesterday?"

"Jax." Opie has his phone to ear, shaking his head. "Both are going to voicemail."

"Shit." Then turning around to face the slowly darkening expressions of YN's apparent brothers, Jax asks, "How can we help?"

. .

. .

When your eyes flutter open, every inch of your body is in pain.

"How the fuck does my hair hurt?" You groan. You try to sit up, but realize you're on your side, on dirt and hay, with your hands tied behind your back. "What the actual fuck?" Clearing your vision, you see that you're not alone. Happy and Juice are with you, but they're in chairs with their hands tied behind their backs and looking a little beat up.

"Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty," Juice tiredly muses.

"What happened?" Maneuvering around some, you manage to sit up.

"Kidnapped," Happy says. "They injected us with some shit, but they gave you too much."

You grimace as you roll your neck. "Dicks." It's dim in the empty barn you're being kept in, but you can see sunlight through the cracks of the walls. There are stalls for animals on either side of you, all empty, and a table filled with various blades and weapons not too far away. Your aching arms are your main priority though, so you move into a crouch and wiggle your tied wrists under your butt. With a grunt, you fall backward and maneuver your hands until they're situated in front of you. "Ah. That's better."

"Get up and grab a blade so we can get the fuck outta here," Happy urges.

You do as you're told, mentally scoffing at the thought that these morons didn't think to bind your ankles. Unfortunately, you're not so lucky as someone had been watching from the shadows. So just as you're reaching for a blade, that someone jumps out at you and roughly pins you against the table.

Bent over with your arms above your head and someone pressed up right against you, you immediately start thrashing and cussing out whoever it is. Happy and Juice shout, and start wriggling in their own seats when a hand then pins you to the table by the back of your neck.

"So close, princesa." A man tuts and you jerk in his hold, but still he persists. Laughter causes you to look up, watching as another two men step out from behind Happy and Juice. "Is that anyway to talk to your host?"

"Fuck. Off."

"Oh, I will." Just then, a hand grips your waist and squeezes, and you freeze. "Just not yet. I have some questions for you."

"Don't you fucking touch her."

When you glance up at Happy, there's a look on his face that you've never seen before. You know what he does for the Sons, but you'd never seen that particular dark look or glint in his eyes, and for a moment it steals your breath away. Then you remember that look isn't meant for you, and you squirm a little as the man behind you laughingly presses his pelvis into your ass. "Or what?"

Juice answers, "Or we'll fucking kill you."

That causes all three men to laugh some more.

"Doubtful. But thanks for the laugh." Then the man behind you focuses on you once again. "Besides, my business isn't with you, but with the princesa de la mafia."

You tense. "I don't know anything."

"Aw. Of course, you don't," the man coos. "I would hope that your brothers are smart enough to never let a woman in on their secrets. But then again, you are the baby sister of one of the most dangerous mafias in the United States. I'm pretty sure you know something that I can use to hurt those brothers of yours."

You manage to angle your head just enough so you can make eye contact with Happy. He meets your stare, and you see it subtly soften, but then he's glaring at the man holding you once more. "I won't sell out my brothers."

"No?" The man releases your neck, only to trail his fingers down from your ribs to hips. "I don't want to mess up such a pretty face, but you do know there are other ways to break you and get you to talk, right?"

And then before you can answer, he's grabbing the back hem of your shirt and ripping it down the middle.

You yelp just as Happy shouts, "You motherfucker!", and squirm to get away. Across from you, Happy and Juice are pummeled a few times until they stop trying to break the chairs they're bound to.

The man rubs a hand up and down your back, fiddling with your bra strap, but never unsnapping it. You feel gross, but it's only when the guy reaches around to fiddle with the button on your jeans does red cloud your vision.

"Hey, Hap?" You manage to meet Happy's livid gaze. "Remember when I spoke about my demons?"

"Yeah."

"They desperately wanna come out to play."

"Shut the fuck up, you whore!" The man slaps you across the back of your head and you grit your teeth, biding your time.

Happy slowly smirks. "Then let them out to play, baby."

The moment the button on your jeans is opened, you scream at a pitch that startles every man in the room. Then pushing up as much as you can, you headbutt the man behind you. As he swears, you reach for the first handle you see and are pleasantly surprised to find a small machete. Then without even thinking, you whirl around and swing the blade, catching your would-be abuser in the neck with the blade.

Blood sprays as you immediately tug the blade free, leaving the man to try and cover his wound as he splutters on his own life force. From the corner of your eye, you see someone running at you, but another swing of the machete finds a home in the second man's face.

As the man falls back with a scream unlike anything you've ever heard, he takes the machete with him. Happy and Juice shout at you, and it's then you remember the third. He's running at you, a small blade in hand, and you reach for the nearest weapon. It's a metal bat and just as you rear back to swing, he swings first. The blade makes contact with your bicep, slicing it open, but you only feel the sting of it after you swing.

The bat clips the man in the jaw, stunning him. As he stumbles back, you advance. He sloppily swipes at you again, but you dodge it. The second hit with the bat hits true, catching him in the temple.

The man falls and you're quick to stand over him, bringing the bat down a third time.

The bat connecting for a fourth time makes Juice cringe, but Happy proudly watches on.

Thwack.

Thwack. A scream.

Crack!

"Shit. I think that was his skull," Juice mutters.

YN screams as she continues to wail on the man with her bat, caving his skull further and further in, to the point there's now a puddle of blood beneath his head and splattering with every pull back.

The barn doors open, and Happy and Juice tense when armed men start to file in, but they exhale with relief when they see Jax, Tig, Chibs, and Opie in the mix. All the unfamiliar men take in the scene with an air of indifference, but it's the expressions of the Sons that almost make Happy laugh out loud. They'd only known YN to laugh, feed them, or threaten the croweaters with violence. None of them, with the exception of himself, Juice, and Tig, knew the violence she was capable of.

"Uh, a little help?" Juice calls out. "My arms are killing me over here."

Tig rushes over, pulling out a blade to cut his brothers free. "What the fuck happened?"

"One of them threatened to rape her and she just lost her shit."

Juice is cut free first, and he immediately stands, rubbing his raw wrists. As Jax checks in with him, Happy is cut free.

"Boss, should we stop this?" Someone asks.

Happy looks over in time to see a guy in a suit grimace when blood is flung onto his pristine boots. "Do you want to get in the middle of that? You know how YN is. Let's just let her run out of steam."

As the guy steps back in line with a nod of agreement, Happy huffs and stands. He stalks over to YN until he's behind her. Then when she raises the bat high above her head, Happy lunges. He manages to grip the bat where it isn't slick and pulls it from YN's grasp.

Still very much livid, especially now that your weapon's been ripped from you, you whirl around to start screaming expletives and pummel whoever it is with your bound fists. Instead, arms are wrapped around you, keeping your arms stuck between your chest and another, and there's a gruff voice in your ear saying, "It's over. It's over, baby. The cavalry's here. You can stop now."

It takes a long minute for the voice to infiltrate the fog of rage, and then a moment to realize who's speaking.

When your struggles cease, Happy leans back a little to look down at you, but with his arms still wrapped around you. "You back?"

"Y-Yeah. M'sorry."

Happy grunts and leans his face closer to yours, and for a moment you think he's about to kiss you. Instead, he presses his forehead against yours as his eyes close, and he exhales with relief. "Don't be. That was hot as fuck."

You huff a quiet laugh as a bout of silence ensues, but then one of your brothers decides to ruin it.

"Hey, Lowman, we'll give you a million dollars if you give her your last name and take her off our hands."

You jerk in Happy's hold, turning to glare at all your smirking brothers. "Fuck off!" Laughter ensues at your disgruntled expression before Juice fills them in on what happened, and then Happy is tugging on your bound wrists so you look back at him before finally cutting you free. "Thank you."

One hand grasps the hair at the back of your head, gripping a little tight as he holds you in place so he can press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's get you home. You're covered in blood, and I need to take a look at your arm."

Glancing at your arm, you shrug. It stings, yeah, but it doesn't seem deep enough. And then just as you go to take a step, Happy swoops you up into a bridal carry.

It's then you notice that you, Happy, and Juice are all barefoot, and it's Juice who answers your unasked question. "You sleep like the dead, girl. Happy and I heard them enter the house, but they still managed to get the drop on us."

"I'm getting you a goddamn dog," Happy grumbles in response.

"Only if you clean up after it." He grunts and you grin. If he wanted a guard dog for you, then he was cleaning up any messes.

Outside the barn, suggestions are made about where to go now. Jax suggests the clubhouse, but at the wrinkling of your nose, Happy says you'll be going home. Your brothers mention not everyone can go because that many vehicles will draw attention, so Jax suggests sending your brothers' men back to the club with Opie and Chibs. They agree, and then you're loaded up into an Escalade with your brothers and Happy.

When you get to your house, Tig mentions that they had cleaned up and straightened your furniture after they figured out what had happened. You thank him and let Happy carry you to your bathroom while Juice takes the guest bathroom.

As Happy sets you on the counter, you watch as he gets the first aid kit from beneath your sinks. "They're gonna talk."

"Let them. The club already thinks we're fuckin'."

You snort. "Please. They should know by now that I'd never settle for a relationship where the guy gets to fuck around when he's on the road." Happy freezes with the antiseptic spray bottle in his hand before shaking himself free of thought and spritzing your arm where you were cut.

"Is that why you haven't given me the go-ahead to slip between your thighs?"

You smile at his blunt question and then wince when he wipes your arm clean. "Pretty much. I'm not a fan of my partner sticking his dick or tongue in some rando pussy, then coming home and doing the same to me." Happy grunts and you arch an eyebrow at him. "Would you be okay with me visiting my brothers and sucking someone's dick before coming home to you?"

"Fuck no."

"Exactly." You grin triumphantly. "So, unless you plan to stop dicking down croweaters or sweetbutts, the most you'll get out of me is some cuddling."

Stepping back, Happy tosses the used gauze pads into the trashcan and then reaches into your shower stall to turn on the water. Then looking at you, he demands, "Strip."

"If I fully strip, there's no going back. You're mine and mine alone." You hop off the counter, slipping off your ruined shirt without batting an eye. "I was calm and collected at your parties before because we're friends, but that all changes after this. I won't take it easy on any woman touching what's mine."

Happy smirks as he eyes you in your bra and jeans, and then strips off his shirt. "Good."

You've seen the man shirtless only a handful of times, but seeing his ink never fails to give you pause. You reach out for the first time, tracing the snake tattoo that takes up a majority of his chest and upper abdomen, before you trace the various happy faces on the side of his waist. You feel his abdominal muscles twitch and then between one heartbeat and the next, Happy's crowding you against the sink counter and angling your head up.

His kiss is as aggressive as you figured it'd be, his tongue sliding against yours and teeth digging into your bottom lip. You give as good as you get, nails digging into either side of Happy's waist as you kiss him. Then when the need for air arises, you pull back and try to catch your breath. "Well okay then."

Moving out from Happy's reach, you strip, uncaring of your nudity and then step into the steaming shower. Happy isn't too far behind you, but you're not too interested in seeing him fully naked as you are cleansing a stranger's blood from your body. Standing under the waterfall, you watch as the shower floor turns red. Happy presses in close behind you so he's under the water as well, and you straighten up before leaning your head back onto his shoulder, smiling softly at his hardness that presses against your ass.

"No funny business, Lowman. At least not until we've eaten a fuck ton and slept for a day or two."

He grunts. "Agreed."

You immediately start washing your hair, and you're surprised when Happy takes it upon himself to lather up some soap on your bath pouf to wash your body. For the most part he behaves himself, but when his thumb oh so casually brushes over your nipples, you slap his thigh and pay him back when it's your turn to wash him. He grunts when you take his dick in hand and thrusts into your soapy palm, but you quickly release him to finish washing his body.

"Fuckin' tease."

"You started it."

You get out of the shower first, smirking as Happy tells you he'll be out in a moment. You know exactly what that moment's going to entail since his hand is already stroking his cock before you can even find a towel.

"You gonna want something to eat?"

"Send Tig to get burgers and fries."

"Alright."

Back in your room, you can hear a muttered conversation from somewhere in your house. Clutching the towel around your body, you stick your head out your door. "Tig!"

"What?"

"Happy said to go get us some burgers, fries, and Cokes!"

"Do I look like a fuckin' maid?!" Tig appears in the hall, hands on his hips.

You grin at him. "No, but I do have a maid's costume. Wanna try it on?" Tig gapes and you laugh at his expression. "Come on, Tig. Please? You can grab some cash from the junk drawer."

"Fine. But only because I know Hap will murder me if I don't, not because I'm picturing you in a teeny tiny maid's outfit."

"Sure, buddy. Thank you!"

Tig grumbles as he turns to march out of your house and then you worry about getting dressed. You dress in nothing but a sports bra and boy short underwear, and then with a reluctant sigh you head to the front. Everyone's in your kitchen, sitting around your table, and your brothers groan when they see how little you're wearing.

"Oh, shut up. You've seen me in clothes like this before."

"In tights, not underwear," one brother grumbles.

"Just be glad they're boy shorts and not a g-string."

All your brothers groan yet again whereas the Sons find the interaction amusing. You take a seat at the table, grimacing a little and touching at your raw wrists.

"Let me get that for you," Juice says. He leaves to, no doubt, grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. Then taking a seat next to you, he asks, "Did Hap disinfect your arm?"

"Yeah. Just spritz it again and wrap it. It'll be fine."

As soon as Juice gets to work, Happy enters the kitchen in nothing but a pair of jeans hanging off his hips.

"Jesus," one of your brother's mumbles. "Are people suddenly allergic to clothes around here?"

You grin as Jax arches an eyebrow at his friend. "You have clothes here?" Happy nods and sits, and you quickly introduce him to your brothers while Jax looks at Juice to say, "You seem to know your way around this place too."

"It's because they practically live here when they're not at the clubhouse," you say. "Hap's moved his shit in my room, and Tig and Juice have slowly taken over my guest room." Then glancing at your brothers as if you didn't just drop somewhat of a bombshell on Jax, you ask, "So what the hell happened?"

Juice taps above one of your raw wrists and you situate them so he can disinfect them.

Your eldest brother meets your gaze. "There's a new family in town- Jimenez. They're trying to make a name for themselves and thought they could intimidate us." You scoff as your other brother's chuckle. "When they didn't get the reaction they were looking for, they came up with the bright idea to target the weak link. They thought they had the perfect candidate when they found out we had a baby sister."

"Joke's on them, you're fuckin' psycho," another brother muses.

"I'm not-"

"We literally walked in on you bashing a guy's head in."

"And let's not forget the whole reason you're in Charming is because you tried to burn down your ex's house while he was still inside."

"Or that one time you wrecked your car into that other girl's car all because she broke your friend's heart."

"That cunt cheated on him. She deserved every bit of karma I dished out."

Jax snorts, shaking his head. "Christ. You and Hap are gonna be a pain in my ass."

"You know it."

Tig shows up just after Juice is finished with your wrists. Juice then dishes out the food to you, Happy, and himself, and you get up to grab drinks from the fridge. As you settle back down, Jax and your brothers watch in surprise at how the three of you go to town on your provided meals.

"So, what exactly does one do as a mafia princess?" Jax wonders.

Chewing the food in your mouth, you only answer him after taking a drink of your soda. "I'm the family hacker. If they need a computer hacked into to gather information or scrub information, I get called in."

"So, in other words, you're female Juice," Tig says.

You laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." Juice grins and you reach over to fist bump him.

You continue eating as Jax speaks with your brothers, listening as this small portion of the Sons of Anarchy are filled in about what business your family gets up to. When you're finished eating, you stand and start gathering up the trash to toss. While you're up, you grab yourself a glass of water and some Ibuprofen. Then after downing four pills, you head back to reclaim your seat at the table, only for Happy to gently grab you by the arm and tug you down onto his thigh.

Your brothers don't care about your new chair, but Jax, Juice, and Tig can't help but raise an eyebrow.

"So, is this a thing?" Jax wonders, gesturing between you and Happy.

As you drape an arm behind Happy's shoulders to settle more against him, you smirk. "What's the matter, Teller? Scared?"

He huffs and then stares at Happy, but the man beneath you merely says, "Gonna start drawing up a crow. Does that answer your question?"

The kitchen goes eerily quiet and then…

"Holy shit. Hap's actually gonna take a woman," Juice says in awe.

"This is a momentous occasion. We gotta throw a rager." The glint in Tig's eyes has you narrowing your own eyes at him.

"You just wanna see a girl fight. Don't you?"

"Hap's been possessive of you since you first showed up to the clubhouse, but now that you're staking a claim, the thought might have crossed my mind."

"Are you sure you wanna see that?" One of your brother muses. "YN might traumatize a few poor souls."

Tig smiles. "I look forward to it."

You roll your eyes at Tig's excitement about possibly seeing you fight and your brothers chuckle. The Sons really had no idea what they were in for when someone tested your patience.

Standing, you keep a hand on Happy's shoulder as you say, "Well as much as I love, like, and appreciate all of you, you need to go. I'm exhausted and I still need to sleep off whatever I was drugged with."

Jax grins. "Is that code for us to get the hell out so you can bang Happy's brains out?"

Snorting, you shake your head as your brothers all grimace. "No. I'm seriously exhausted. The fucking will come later after we're well rested. I have a feeling I'm gonna need loads of energy for Hap."

Your brothers all make noises of disgust as they stand, and you take a moment to hug and kiss each of their cheeks on their way out. You promise to call when you're feeling better and then you're ushering the Sons out as well.

Locking up after everyone has left, you head to your room where you find Happy stripping off his jeans. He's in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs as he pulls your blanket back before sliding under and you pad over to do the same. You meet him in the middle, laying on your side as you drape one arm over his abdomen. With your head on his arm, you snuggle closer and Happy reaches for your leg to have it draped over his thigh so you're as close as can be without actually laying on top of him.

"Were you serious? About the crow?" You ask right before you drift off.

"Does that freak you out?"

"Not really. But if I get your mark, you're getting mine."

Happy huffs. "And just what is your mark?"

"My lips and name." You run your hand across his abdomen before walking your fingers down to one of the few empty patches of skin, below his belly button and right beneath where the snake's tail curls. "Right here."

"Above my dick, you mean?"

"Mhmm."

Happy grunts and then squeezes you a little tighter to him. "We'll see, princess. Now get some sleep."

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[thisreadswhatever]

Anything For The Club: Part One

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[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters

[wordcount]: 1.8k+

[summary]: Being Jax's old lady definitely has it's perks, but when a new crew comes into Diosa, your loyalty to the club and Jax is pushed to limits you didn't think possible.

[series cw]: 18+ minors do not interact! female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

[authors note]: no smut in this part, but it's on the way! this fic has been a long time coming, after i finally found the courage to take on this request! (thank you again!) i had to get creative with coming up with a fictional gang.. this was not my strongest point but i'm pretty happy with how it turned out. i'm planning on getting these parts rolled out pretty quick as i've got majority of this fic complete. let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. i really hope you all enjoy this one, as i'm enjoying writing it! :)

Friday nights were always packed at Diosa since you had started managing the place, and tonight was no different. You walked confidently up the long hall from your office, into the buzzing lobby full of your girls flirting with the clientele, music blaring and drinks flowing. 

You had really made a turn of the place since taking over the business alongside Nero, Jax gifted you his share after you’d given up your previous job for the club. You both had agreed you’d stop working in the escort industry, and although the money you made was a huge loss to your lifestyle, you were willing to do it to be his old lady.

You used everything you had learned from your old life to create an enhanced version of Diosa, one that was inclusive and prioritised the women you hired, as a result it was utterly thriving. The Club was grateful for it too, they spent countless hours swooning over the amazing girls you hired, who were only the best of the best. You were a staple within the SAMCRO Charter after the years you and Jax had been together. You were known as the main handler of all things outside club business. The men of the Club respected you, the girls of Diosa wanted to be you, and in all honesty you had never been happier. 

The only thing different about tonight was that the Club wasn’t here. Jax and the guys were finishing a run down south near the border, and although you never asked for details, you knew the fact the entire crew had to be there meant it was a big one. 

The men who frequented Diosa knew not to step out of line as they feared the consequences that could follow with it being a known SAMCRO hot spot. When the Club’s presence wasn’t intimidating the clientele, you found the likes of all types walking through your doors, from in and outside of Charming. This never did concern you, knowing you could handle yourself and almost anything you couldn’t was easily taken care of with the backing of the Club behind you.

You helped the girls on the bar with the demand, assisting pouring drinks and taking cash. The reason your girls worked here and nowhere else was because you treated them like humans, and they loved you for it. You demanded they have respect from the clients, and their thanks to you was the huge profit they made. 

You walked from one end of the lobby to the other, helping the bar staff and listening in on your girls' conversations with their clients. A group of men you hadn’t seen before caught your attention as they walked through the entrance. They were six tall and pretty handsome guys, though they seemed a little rough around the edges. They were suited in leather and denim, their patches reading “VAGOS”. You’d heard the name from conversations with Jax and your time with the Club, but had never seen them in Charming before. They were known for dealing with the cartels further south of California. Not the exact kind of people you wanted in Diosa without The Club around, but you weren’t about to turn away the potential cash they had to spend. 

Nero leaned over the bar, speaking to you as he eyed the men up. “Maybe we should call The Club.” 

You shook your head at him as you continued to pour drinks, “No no, don’t bother The Club. Nothing we can’t handle.” 

You strutted over to the group, a tray of drinks in hand, smiling politely. “Welcome to Diosa. The girls are just this way, treat them right and they’ll do the same.” You gestured towards the available rooms. The tallest member of the group smiled back at you, “We appreciate your hospitality.” You noticed the patch on his front stating ‘PRESIDENT’. The men nodded thankfully, and took the drinks from your tray as they dispersed into the lobby. The pack’s leader stayed behind, lingering at the bar.  

You walked back to Nero, who was now at the front desk watching the exchange. “They won’t be any trouble.”, you assured him.

Nero laughed softly, “you do have a way with men, chica. But these guys are from way south, they ain’t no joke.” 

“They don’t look so big and bad to me”, you shrugged.

“Just keep a close eye on them, any funny business and they’re out of here.” 

“You know I don’t put up with bullshit, Nero.” You smiled at him reassuringly, as you turned on your heels, heading back towards the bar. 

The President was still there, drinking a straight whiskey from a short glass, watching the girls around the lobby do their thing. On occasion his eyes would meet yours, and you could sense the meaning behind them when he held your stare. 

You and Jax had agreed you wouldn’t get involved with the clientele, not only for Jax but because you were done with that life. You were happy to flirt and tease the clients, but it never went further than that, and it definitely wasn't a good idea to get involved with the President of another gang.

You continued to work throughout the night, kicking out belligerent drunks and handling business as usual. You were headed back behind the bar when the leader interrupted you, “you’re Teller's old lady, ain’t that right?” He seemed curious in tone, and despite the fuck-me-eyes, you didn’t get the sense that this guy was at all threatening. 

“That's me. Seen any girls you like?” 

"I sure have." His eyes scrolled up and down your body as he spoke.

You shook your head at him. "I just run this place. But if you follow me, I can get you a room with our finest girl."

He ignored your offer, “what’s a fine woman like you doing with a guy like that? You could get any man in California and instead you’re with a SON?” 

You looked at him warily, unimpressed by his blatant disrespect towards Jax. You were used to the harmless flirting and banter from your clientele, but this guy was just rude. 

“Is there something wrong with Presidents of Motorcycle Clubs?”, sarcasm plaguing your tone.

He raised his eyebrows chuckling, “and where is the Pres? I don’t see him here..”, he looked around the lobby, searching for someone he knew he wouldn’t find. “How about you come sit on me instead.” 

You scoffed at his advance, turning toward one of your staff before you left the bar. “Could you get this President another drink, Mandy?”

Mandy was the hardest working girl on your staff. She was utterly gorgeous with long flowing black hair and a smile all the men swooned for. She had stepped back from working in the rooms to your dismay, but she was too good to let go. As a result she ended up in charge of the bar, handling takings and stock, and she really enjoyed it. You both had known each other long before Diosa, and you knew she could handle him.

Mandy answered you with a grin and nodded to the man, “what can I get for you?”

He smiled back at her and asked for another whiskey, watching you storm off towards your office. He seemed generally harmless even if he was rude as hell, but there was something about him made your skin crawl. 

Your cell phone started to ring in your back pocket as you moved down the hallway. The feeling of unease disappeared as soon as you heard his voice on the other end of the line. 

“How’s my girl?” 

You slumped into your office chair, calm instantly. “Missing you.” 

“Me too, darlin’. We thought we’d be heading back by now but there’s been more heat than we expected.”

“When will you be home?” 

“Looking like tomorrow now. Really sorry, babe. How’s Diosa?”

You felt there was no point in giving him details about the gang members in the lobby, it would just be another thing for him to worry about. 

“Busy as usual” you beamed. “I’ll be counting down the hours till you're back.”

“I’ll be there before you know it. Get home safe, okay?” 

“You too. Love you.”

“Love you more, babe.” 

You put your phone in your back pocket and headed out of the office, bracing yourself for the next annoying thing the drunk President at your bar had to say. As you walked through the long hallway back to the lobby, you could see him standing in the entry way. There was no way you could avoid him as he was totally blocking your exit. 

“You lost? The girls are this way.” You pointed towards the lobby, hoping he’d follow. Instead, he moved inward, eliminating the space between you both.

“Actually I was looking for you, sweetheart.” He placed his hand along the back of your thigh, trying to bring you closer.

You pulled back from him, removing his hand sharply. “We have plenty of girls who will interest you. I’ll show you the way.” You tried to squeeze past him, looking for an escape.

He put his arm across your chest, placing his hand on the wall, making it impossible for you to move. He was looking down at you, his eyes dark and cloudy from the whiskey. The feeling that this man wasn’t a threat to you now waivered. This wasn’t a guy you wanted to be alone with.  

“My interest has already peaked, little lady.” 

You pushed his arm off your chest, snapping back at him, “I said I’m not available."

He leaned further into you, whispering in your ear, "I know old lady's like you can keep a secret, sweetheart. Nobody's gotta know."

You pushed with all your weight against his chest, and with the help of the several whiskey's he'd had, you managed to knock him unstable, and he fumbled into the wall. "I said no. Now you and your guys need to get out of here.” 

He stood himself up straight, scoffing in disgust. “So much for hospitality. You ain’t nothing special anyway.”

He stomped off into the lobby as he called out to the other members. “Let’s go. We’re leaving this shithole.” 

They quickly followed, a few of them protesting as they had to leave the ladies behind. The President looked over his shoulder at you as the members ran out the door, any kindness completely void in his eyes. He slammed the entrance door behind them, and they were gone. 

Nero looked over to you from the front desk as he watched you at the bar, pouring yourself a shot of bourbon. “What the fuck did I miss?”

You had taken two shots by the time you responded. “Just an unwanted advance and an extremely fragile ego.” You took another shot, ignoring the burning as the liquid made its way down your throat. “I’m fine.”  

“Knew those guys were assholes. You should head home, I’ll close up tonight.”

“You sure? I’m okay, honest. I can stay with you.”

He shook his head, “just get home and let me know when you’re back safe.” He took the bottle from you, placing it back behind the bar.

“Thanks, Nero. Really appreciate you.”

You knocked back your final shot before leaving Diosa for the night. 

———

part two

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Request: Jax realizing he's still in love with you when you make sure the Irish take you as well as Abel so he's not alone. Backstory as Jax and you were dating, and he broke things off with him because he needed to see if things were still there between him and Tara. Please.

authors note: kinda switched around the events. takes place during season 2 finale

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things had been tense between you and jax lately. before, the two of you were constantly together. 

now, tara had been back for a good while and jax had broken off things with you saying he ‘wanted to see if there was still something there’ with tara. 

it broke your heart. but you loved jax so when abel was born, you just lingered around, offering to help anyway you could. 

gemma was grateful for you when abel came home. you were able to watch him while you worked. 

gemma insisted you become his full time babysitter but you couldn’t, not with jax and tara playing house. it broke you inside, but you loved abel so you kept showing up. 

sometimes, jax would confide things in you, things he knew tara would never understand and those little moments had you holding out hope. 

when the club went into lockdown because of zobelle and his men, you were obviously brought to the clubhouse. 

it was the first time you were going to be directly interacting with tara. 

you tried to keep to yourself and with abel but her staring daggers at you never helped. “don’t mind her, baby. she’s trying to intimidate you.” gemma said as she walked past you and squeezing your shoulder. 

you looked up at gemma and gave her a small smile. she kissed the top of your head, “i got a few things to take care of. watch abel for me?”

you nodded, “be safe, yeah?”

“always.” she smiled and kissed abel then you one more time.

tara walked up to you, “why don’t you go home and wait till neeta gets there. i’ll make sure you’re paid.”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m not a fucking babysitter, tara. i take care of abel because i love him and want to help jax out.”

“whatever. just go wait at the house.” tara said walking out the door. 

“sack, go with them.” piney called out as one of the other guys had followed gemma and tara. 

half-sack drive you back to jax’s house. the three of you walked inside. you set abel’s car seat on the counter. 

you were in the middle of saying something when the door burst open and cameron haynes walked in holding up a knife. 

you gasped and tried to reach for abel but cameron got there first, “don’t move or he gets it.”

you stayed still. when cameron held the knife to abel, half-sack lunged forward causing cameron to turn and shove the knife into him. 

you screamed as he continued to stab him. sack fell to the floor and you scrambled towards him, trying to stop the bleeding. but it was too late. he was already fading. 

“gemma killed my son so i’m gonna take a son for a son.” cameron seethed. 

“kill me instead! please. he’s innocent. he’s just a baby.” your voice was frantic. you knew jax would never get over abel dying. 

cameron took your words into consideration as he pressed the knife to your neck. “i’m going to take him and you’ll never find him.” he whispered. 

“take me too. please. or kill me and leave him. it’ll look less suspicious with a woman and a baby.” you could barely catch your breathe you were crying so hard. 

“fine. get up.” cameron ordered and you reached for abel. he tutted at you and grabbed abel’s car seat while grabbing his gun with the other hand. 

“let me get some stuff, please. some diapers at least.” you begged. 

“hurry up and no funny business or i kill the kid.” cameron ordered. 

you ran to the nursery and grabbed diapers. you pulled out your phone and typed cameron in a text to jax. you were about to send it when you heard cameron’s footsteps so you put the phone in abel’s crib. 

cameron walked into the nursery to see what was taking so long but you had already grabbed abel’s stuff and were walking out with a diaper bag. 

“walk.” he ordered. you walked back through the kitchen and looked at half-sack on the floor. you choked back a sob. 

—

“where’s y/n and abel?” jax asked walking into the clubhouse, scanning the room for you along with the rest of his people. tara was sitting up at the bar. 

“tara and gemma had to run errands so tara sent y/n to the house with the kid and half-sack.” juice answered. 

jax looked at tara, “why would you do that? why wouldn’t you just keep them here till i got back!”

tara’s face fell, “jax i-“

“save it. where’s gemma?”

“there’s been a problem.” tara started and went to explain what had happened vaguely. 

“and you sent abel and her home?”

tara nodded slowly, “i didn’t know if was going to escalate! i didn’t even know where we were going.”

jax huffed, “you just didn’t want her near me.” jax knew how much tara hated you but you would always be apart of his life, no matter what. 

jax left before tara could answer heading home. he was furious and when he got there his stomach dropped. he saw half-sack on the floor, “shit.”

“abel? y/n??” he called out and went frantically searching for the two of you. when he got to the nursery he saw the smudged blood from your clothes and your phone. 

he opened it and saw what you had typed. 

jax turned around and looked at the men who had followed after him, “cameron took abel and y/n.” 

part 2 coming! 

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[filipfuckingtelford]

The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Part 1.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obviously.

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

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It was all the same. Every night was pretty much the same after another tough day. When another fight was over and everyone was back to their families or having fun with another croweater in one of the dorms, Chibs was staying alone at the bar, a bottle of scotch being his only company. Bottle of scotch was his best friend in times like this, when he felt alone, broken and vulnerable. Just like tonight.

Sons's warehouse where they used to store their guns was now destroyed, they needed a new place and needed to find a way to replace the damaged weapons they were supposed to sell. It was frustrating long day and Chibs wanted nothing more than to have some peace and some rest.

In nights like this when things went ugly he felt lonely. He had a family once but it was all gone. Chibs knew there's no chance for him to find anyone special here. He tried but he just didn't feel anything. It's been eleven years since he moved to Charming, he moved on, Fiona wasn't his wife anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't forget her. It was just... his heart seemed dead. Yet sometimes he was dreaming of someone to sooth his pain after another busy day. To wait for him to come home from another ride.

After couple of years of living in Charming Chibs even bought a small house as he hoped that one day he'll have a new family. But it never happened. And the house was empty, half-furnished, forgotten. It was exactly how Filip felt. And he couldn't force himself to live there, staying in one of the rooms in the clubhouse.

He poured some scotch to his glass and downed it with one gulp wondering why he even needed a glass for that. Chibs lit a cigarette and took a deep drag allowing the mixture of alcohol and smoke burn down his throat. Anything worked to make him feel alive. That was when he heard the footstpes from behind. It was too light for one of his brothers, so he first thought it was one of croweaters looking for some more fun. He felt tensed. Chibs didn't want any of them to interrupt his inner conversation about his life. As he heard the voice though he raised his brows surprised.

"What are you doing here alone?" Y/N asked as she came closer and landed on the bar stool next to him. Chibs glanced at her still surprised.

"I should be asking ye this, lass" He smirked. Y/N... Clay's daughter. Club's princess. She had everyone in the club wrapped around her little finger, she could make Happy act like a fluffy puppy with her. She could make Tig forget all his cheesy comments and treat her as a lady. She made Juice blush and mumble. Clay adored her allowing her pretty much everything. And Chibs... they hardly ever spoke to each other. He remembered her being only nine when he first came to Charming and it seemed to him that she was scared of him with his scars and gloomy face. So he was trying to avoid her, to not bother her. And Y/N never was searching for his company. Until tonight.

"I've stayed at the clubhouse, I do it every now and then when dad's too busy. And mom doesn't mind it" Y/N smiled at him. Soft, soothing, calming. That's what her smile was. "I just love the way this place becomes quiet and peacefull at nights"

"Aye... I love it either" Chibs nodded as he glanced at Y/N who grabbed a bottle of beer for herself. She was underaged for drinking but who was he to forbid it to her?

"So that's why you're staying here alone?" She asked watching him carefully. It made him look away. Her eyes were reaching to his heart, as if she could see right through his disguise.

"Mostly. I just needed something to ease my nerves after today" Chibs shrugged looking at the bottle of scotch infront of him.

"Tough day?" Y/N moved a bit closed together with the chair that was too heavy and her move was a bit awkward, causing Chibs to smile slightly. She didn't care though.

"Aye" He nodded and finally looked at her again. Her bright green eyes were right infront of him. Looking right to his soul.

"You're sad" Y/N stated. It wasn't even a question. She just knew it. And Chibs didn't want to hide it.

"I am, lass" He admitted and took a sip from the bottle.

"Why?" She asked and Filip knew he was going to answer as it was.

"I feel lonely" He shrugged still feeling her watching him. There was not a single chance for Chibs to hide anything from this girl. He just couldn't and had not a single idea why.

"Lonely?" Y/N raised her brows and looked around "This place is infested with croweaters ready to make you feel good in any way you want it"

Chibs choked with another gulp of scotch. Such a young lass wasn't supposed to say something like this. But she did and it made him realise she was not a child anymore. Filip looked at Y/N and saw it finally for the first time. She was a young woman. Gorgeous, amazing. And she was teasing him now, just a bit, to lighten the mood. If he could blush he definetely would.

"Gosh... not this kind of lonely!" Chibs laughed quietly and shook his head. If he'd wanted a one night stand he could've easily find it here in the clubhouse. But it just wasn't for him. He needed something real.

"What kind of lonely then?" Y/N wanted to make it clear for herself. She obviously had no doubts he'd tell her everything. The confidence in her voice and her eyes made Chibs wonder how could he miss all of it happening to her. She was a child once and all of a sudden now he finally saw her the way she was.

"Ye see" Chibs turned to her, looking into her eyes. It made him nervous and Y/N seemed to stay calm as he continued "After another long day I see my brothers coming back to their families and all I have is... well, this. Staying up with a bottle of scotch, sleeping in the dorm here in the clubhouse. Like I've moved on from my past but still didn't reach my present not talking about the future. I don't even have anyone to talk to."

Here it was, in several words he described exactly how he felt. Chibs didn't know if she would understand and he couldn't look at Y/N. Then he felt it. Her small fingers grabbing his roughened palm, squeezing it gently.

"You can always talk to me if you want, Filip" Y/N said, all the teasing gone. She was caring about him and Chibs could hardly understand why.

The sensation of hearing his name from her was too much. It sent electricity down his body, made him look at her with a silent question in his eyes. Why did she call him by his real name? He haven't heard it for ages.

"Why do ye want to waste yer time talking to me?" Chibs finally asked.

"It's not wasting my time" Y/N gave him the softest of smiles "You are the part of this family and I care about everyone here"

Just like this. He was just a part of the family. Chibs didn't know why it bothered him. But being just a part of the family wasn't what he needed. He couldn't blame Y/N for caring about everyone who was the part of the club though.

"Aye, I am" He nodded. She let go of his palm and Chibs took another gulp from the bottle. "Tell me, how do ye see yer future?"

He was curious to know what did she want from life. Such a young, delicate lass. Club could be dangerous yet she seemed to like it. And he was wondering why.

"I... I don't know, Filip" Y/N looked up at him, her cheek against her palm, her elbow resting on the bar counter "I love this club. I wish I could one day be patched. But I know it's not an option. So I will just stick around, taking care of the family just like mom does"

"Ye know life is dangerous around here?" Chibs narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at her.

"I know, yes. But I just love it" Y/N shrugged "I see how connected you all are. And I know it means alot"

"Aye, lass. It does" Chibs agreed as he lit another cigarette.

"This thing gonna kill you" She admitted and made him laugh again. She could do it so easily.

"I can teach ye to shoot. And ride a bike" Chibs offered. He wasn't supposed to, but somehow he knew Y/N wanted it and he didn't mind to be the one to teach her.

"I'd love to" She smiled obviously excited about the idea. Then she glanced at her watch and back at Chibs "You better go have some sleep. I heard dad was telling you to be ready for the run in the morning"

"He did, so ye're right I guess. Ye want me to give ye a lift back home?" Chibs stood up and looked down at Y/N but she shook her head.

"I'm good, I'll stay at Jax's room. He's home with Tara so I can sleep there" Y/N stood up as well "Good night, Filip" she said with a soft smile and headed towards the room.

"Goodnight, lass" Chibs replied and downed the bottle before he left to his room as well now ready to sleep. Somehow with this simple talk Y/N could calm him down, sooth his pain and bring him peace.

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Since then they've been seeing each other from time to time when Y/N was staying at the clubhouse for the night and on some peacefull days. He was teaching her to shoot and ride a bike and no one seemed to stand against it. Y/N was having all the club at her service so there was no surprise Chibs did what she wanted. For him though it was something special. Every moment they've spent together meant so much for him and he couldn't evern explain himself why.

Y/N could easily make him laugh even when he felt low. She was taking the pain away with only her presence and it made Chibs wonder how could he never notice it.

The reason for the influence Y/N had on Chibs was found in couple of months after their first conversation. It was another party at the clubhouse and he was sitting by the bar as usual, watching his brothers and the rest of people having fun. He spotted Y/N the moment she entered the room. It made him gasp, the way she looked. Wearing high heels and short dress, her long dark hair wild and free. It was so different from her usual clothes - jeans, sneakers and t-shirts. Chibs felt his blood rushing through his veins as he was looking at her. But he couldn't accept the sudden realization just yet. He couldn't feel this for Y/N, she was off limits, he was twice her age. It just couldn't happen.

Y/N meanwhile approached Juice who was messing with the music box, trying to make it play the song he wanted. The boy blushed as she greeted him, it always happened when Y/N was around and usually Chibs was making fun of his younger brother, teasing him for it. Now though Filip felt a sudden wave of anger and... jealous? It couldn't be, he was too reasonable to allow himself feel anything like this about Y/N.

But he saw her taking Juice's hands and leading him to the dance floor and felt another bite of jealosy in his chest. Chibs hated seeing Y/N being with someone else even if it didn't mean anything. He turned away from the dancefloor and rubbed his eyes tired.

"Jesus Christ" Filip mumbled to himself as he was trying to come to terms with the discovery he had about himself. For years his heart was silent and now it woke up and was speaking louder than ever before. And from all women he met in his life it was for Y/N. The only woman Chibs couldn't have.

Soon enough Y/N came up to him and leaned against the bar counter, her breath heavy after dancing. Smiling gently she looked up at him.

"Are you having fun?" She asked, making him smirk in a bitter way.

"Aye. Kinda" Chibs replied as he looked at her, feeling his heart race. She was stunning, tempting, she was making his body react instantly with only one look at her. Yet all of it had to be kept in secret. Not only she was off limits because of her father. He was sure such a young beauty would never look at him in this way.

"Kinda?" Y/N frowned and moved closer to him, her shoulder against his "You can't trick me, Filip. What's going on?"

'YOU' was what his mind crying out. But Chibs only shook his head and gave her a smile. If he was good at something it was hiding his feelings from everyone, wearing a mask of tranquility and confidence.

"I'm just tired, lass. Don't worry" Filip finally said looking down at her.

Y/N was so close, her bright eyes looking right into his heart, her pouty lips so tempting, her breath still havy as she was trying to calm down after dancing. With Juice. Was it just an innocent dance or something more? He clenched his jaws and swallowed. The mixture of excitement from her presence and jealous from her flirting with Juice was almost unbearable.

"Okay, Filip... I won't bother you then" Y/N said finally, she grabbed two bottles of beer from the bar and went away.

Chibs turned to see her and as he feared he saw her on the couch, talking to Juice and laughing. He thought that maybe he offended Y/N with hiding something from her. But she was obviously having fun and Filip couldn't force himself to watch it longer. He grabbed the bottle from the bar and made his way to the dorms to hide, allowing Y/N to have fun. He knew Juice would never touch her for the same reason, she was off limits and everyone in the club knew it. But it couldn't make jealous go.

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Next time when they could talk was in couple of weeks. Chibs was mostly on the runs and hardly spent couple of hours in the clubhouse except for sleeping. The more he was thinking about Y/N the more he knew there was no chance for him to get rid of the feelings he had for her. No matter how much he tried to avoid it he fell for her and couldn't help it. Every time he saw her, his heart was missing a beat and then racing faster. But he knew perfectly well that he had to hide it deep in his heart and he did.

That night he was in his room when he heard some noise outside in the main hall of the clubhouse. Chibs took his gun and went to see what was going on. It was Y/N, she was searching for something in the bar.

"What are ye doing, lass?" Chibs asked as he put his gun down and came closer to her.

"Looking for a drink!" Y/N turned to him and he noticed her eyes were red and swollen.

"Come here, Y/N. Tell me what happened. Drinking is not the best decision" Chibs shook his head frowned and came up to her.

He touched her shoulder with his palm and it made Y/N immediately lean into his touch, wrap her arms around his waist and hide her face on his shoulder. Chibs hugged her, tight and carefully, allowing her to cry. And she did. He didn't know the reasons but he decided to give her time. Holding Y/N in his arms was so good, even though he felt bad about the girl being so upset he couldn't help it. She was so small, so delicate, the warmth of her body setting him on fire instantly. But Chibs was only holding her, his palm gently petting her hair.

"I'm sorry" Y/N sobbed as she finally pulled away from his arms wiping tears from her cheeks and not looking at Chibs.

"Ye don't need to. Tell me what happened, lass? Someone hurt ye?" He asked, almost begged. Filip needed to help her somehow, comfort her. "Come ere"

He took her palm and led her towards the couch, making her seat down and landing next to her. Y/N didn't protest at all, it was obvious how upset she was, how insecure and vulnerable she felt. She raised her eyes at him and sighed.

"It's mom and dad. They made me go to college in San Francisco" She whispered, tears falling down her face again.

Chibs saw how hard it was for her to say it out loud. And he felt his heart breaking. She will move away, have new life, new friends. One day she will meet some fancy guy and forget about the club. Those images were invading his mind, fear consuming him. But it wasn't the right time now. He needed to comfort Y/N.

"Christ, lass" Chibs sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her closer, wiping her tears with the other hand "Big city might be fun for ye. You'll have new friends, new interesting life. Safer than this one here"

"I don't want it, Filip. I don't want to go, I don't want any other life" Y/N sobbed again, trying to lean closer as if she felt safer in his arms "I told you, I love this club, this people"

"I know. But ye will see, once ye meet new friends, have classes, ye will love it. And ye can always come back here after ye graduate" Chibs kept talking, trying to support her, make her look different at the situation, but god only knew how hard it was for him when the only thing he really wanted was to beg her to stay.

"Everyone here likes me, and there I will be all alone" Y/N whispered. She wasn't crying anymore but she was scared and uncertain and all Chibs could do was to reassure her.

"It won't take long for everyone there to love ye, lass. Ye're kind, beautiful, clever young girl. Ye will have so many new friends there" Filip whispered and pressed his lips against her foreherad, it was all he allowed himself to do.

They've been talking for awhile more, Y/N still confused, but the more Chibs was supporting her, the more she was curious about this new life she could have. Big city, lots of opportunities. Filip knew it was right for her to stay away from the club, it was getting too dangerous. But it was breaking his heart, he knew he will have to learn to live without her around. Chibs only started feeling alive again and soon the light of his life would be taken away from him.

Soon Y/N fell asleep, exhausted with all the emotion she had experienced that evening. Chibs lifted her carefully and went to Jakson's room where he carefully put her on the bed and covered her with blanket. He wanted to kiss her now more than ever knowing that soon he will lose her. But Filip only kissed her forehead again and it made her smile in her sleep. Then he left the room.

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She was leaving tomorrow. In past two weeks they had no chance to talk. Y/N was busy with packing up and Chibs had handfull of club issues. He knew it would be early in the morning when Y/N will come to the clubhouse to say goodby and he hoped to have a chance to see her.

"Chibs, I need you and Happy to visit Tacoma chapter. They have some problems there and need our help" Clay found him in the workshop where he was hiding to have some time to think.

"Aye. When?" Deep in his thoughts, Chibs didn't really pay attention to what Clay said untill he heard the answer.

"Now. Happy is ready, waiting to you" Clay shrugged "Call me if you need more people there"

Chibs nodded and went to his room to get ready for the run. He wanted to ask Clay to send someone else but there was no reason for that except for Y/N and he couldn't tell about her. So all he could do was put his cut on, go to the parking and leave toghether with Hap.

They were on the road for several hours when the sunrise lightened the skyes. It was around 6 am, the time when Y/N was supposed to leave. Chibs couldn't be there, couldn't say goodbye and he had no idea if he'll ever see her again. Watching the road ahead he felt his eyes blurring with tears.

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[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine one of the prospects hitting on you.

The clock behind the bar ticks but it's not audible over the music playing in the background. It wouldn't matter much even if it was - it shows the wrong time. The dust on its glass cover lays in a decently thick layer, similar to at least a dozen bottles on the shelf behind the bar.

You're slowly sipping on your drink. All the ice has already melted making the beverage taste mostly like an old freezer and tap water but you don't mind it, really. It is, after all, just a way to pass the time waiting for Jax to show up. Although you're not fond of that, you've grown used to it. Considering his line of business, there's not much he can do about it.

And there's not much you can do aside from waiting.

"Whatcha' doin' here all alone, doll?"

The voice belongs to a tall, lean man leaning against the bar just a few feet from you. He has chiselled features and well-kempt hair as though he mostly sits around. The leather vest he's wearing looks worn out and reused. A small patch on the front says "Prospect". His left forearm is covered with a tattoo of a mountain lion.

"Actually, I'm waiting for someone," you answer politely. To be fair, prospects hardly ever talk to you.

"Here?" he looks around the deteriorating and completely deserted clubhouse. "Must be a real gentleman to make ya wait on him, darlin'," he says sarcastically. A dry chuckle leaves his lips.

You furrow your eyebrows. "I'm so-"

Someone behind you puts a hand around you, the arm lays heavy on your shoulders. The mixture of sweat, motor oil and cologne is all too familiar.

"You can bet your ass he ain't," you hear Jax answer. You can't see his face, so you can only imagine the cold stare he surely has on his face. "Ready to go?" he turns to you.

"Sure thing." Leaving the warm drink unfinished and wetting the counter, you get up from the stool and let Jax guide you towards the door.

But then he stops with his face maybe a palm's length away from the prospect. Jax chuckles quietly, although his eyes show nothing resembling amusement. The prospect stares at him expressionless, if a little reluctant.

"This better be the last time," Jax warns him. To put him down another peg, he pats the man's face in a condescending manner.

Without waiting for the prospect's answer, the two of you leave the clubhouse, off to continue whatever plans you have for today.

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