#samcro fanfiction

[crimsonheart01]

Why'd You Go Away? (Happy Lowman x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Happy will always be it for me. The number one, the first. What does it say about me that he’s my comfort character? Who knows, all I know is the Tacoma Killer is the character I run to for love and support.  I didn’t think I had any more content for him in me, but here we are. This is filled with angst, hurt and comfort. There’s a lot of unresolved feelings in this one. Y’all know me, love to break my own heart and then leave it open to interpretation. 

I took a very realistic approach to the relationship here and if you’re new to my Happy, he’s the dangerous and scary hitman for the club, but his run loves deep for his brothers and the women he chooses to let in.

I’m dedicating this to @thegirlwhowritesfics it’s here and ready to rip our hearts out, and to @thats-so-rhyan it’s no Red Lighter but y’know, same vibes. Figured you’d want to cry with me, and @scribbuluswrites​ because you’re always in my court and it’s Happy, so why wouldn’t I? 

If you’re crying too, come hit me up because I still haven’t stopped and need someone to cry with me. Come hold me please!  Word Count: 8.4k Playlist: Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, open casket funeral.  ✨  If you are under 21, please do not interact.✨   

“Never got the chance To say a last goodbye I gotta move on But it hurts to try” Dancing with your ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

The sun had already completely set as she merged off the freeway, entering the small town limits. Her eyes barely registered the welcome sign as she drove in. Nothing on the road changed with the years gone. Settling into the ingrained pathways, she functioned entirely on autopilot, mind blank as she navigated the old streets of her hometown. Her hands twisted and turned the wheel without any conscious effort of her own. 

Bittersweet memories flashed before her eyes, watching in slow motion as each corner store, park, and side street showcased a black and white rendition of her youth. The tree she fell out of and broke her arm from at 12, still standing tall in the schoolyard. The diner where every graduation lunch or dinner had been held. The bar on Mainstreet where she drank too much too many times and called her brother to bring her back home. 

It didn’t take long before she was driving down the empty street. All families tucked away in their homes and enjoying the evening together. Leaving her to navigate the night alone. She pulled to a stop, idling by the curb, staring out at her brother’s house. She gripped the steering wheel and swallowed. The lights were off which made sense, but it was jarring all the same. A house that had been full of life was now devoid of everything. 

She exhaled, crushing the steering wheel with her hands, watching as her knuckles paled at the force. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against her hands and squeezed her eyes shut. If she stayed, would the chain of events have been different? Would they all still be here? Had she been the glue that kept them together? She clenched her teeth, opened her hands and pushed back. She let out a scream and slammed her hands against the wheel, cursing herself and everything that led to this moment.  

With clenched teeth, she concentrated on her breathing, straightening her back and unfurling her fingers one by one. She remembered the days when the club was a fun and exciting adventure. None of them taking stock of the real toll it would take. Karma catching up with them. She missed the golden years. She missed the carefree and reckless way they were living. No fear of tomorrow or death. She reached forward and cut the engine off, pulling the keys from the ignition. 

Grabbing the pack of cigarettes from the console, she pulled on the handle, shoved the door open and stood up. She wrapped her fingers around the top of the car door, pausing to take in the full expanse of the darkened house before her. Rounding the door, she popped it closed with a hip check and then took a step forward. Taking a smoke from her pack, she brought it up to her lips, followed by a lighter and inhaled. As she exhaled her first toke, she crossed her arms over her chest, staring into the nothingness. 

A pang of guilt hit her heart as she stood there. She deliberately cut everyone off after losing Dad. Much like the last straw. Too many people were affected, and too many people lost. Their violence taking everyone away from her. But most of all, she hated herself for not trying harder. Maybe if she kept in touch she wouldn’t be one of the last ones standing. Or maybe if she actually tried to get to know his new wife better, they could have cancelled out the downward spiral. Maybe it was wishful thinking. 

She hugged herself, thinking about the turmoil that the club had brought on her. Someone who wasn’t even affiliated, at least, not anymore. First, her brother took the fall for the group of them, ending up in prison for several years. That event planted the seed, the one that brought her around to thinking that they were no longer indestructible. It was salt in the wound as the club got rich while Ope was locked away. Donna was alone with the kids, Dad helping when he could but he had his own problems and then there was her, caught up in the throws of a man who was barely around. 

She should have done better by Donna, but she was young and in love. Swept up in the whirlwind of her own biker love story. She sighed to herself. Losing Donna had been a rude awakening for them all. It became her catalyst, the one that had her cutting her ties with Charming and backing away from her own blossoming romance. The club continued to destroy and she couldn’t sit idly by. She didn’t want to run out on Opie, not when he was left alone with the kids, but she selfishly needed to put distance between herself and them. 

There were only a handful of people she kept in touch with and even then it was mostly Dad and Ope. Opie understood her stance the most. In another life, she figured he would’ve followed her out, but he was in too deep at that point. When she got the call from Opie about Dad’s passing, it gutted her. She hadn’t been expecting to lose Dad to the same violence. He was already sick enough that she figured he’d be the one to go peacefully. Neither she nor Opie were the same after that. 

She hadn’t known how bad things had gotten for Ope but it was soon after that that the calls between them dwindled to almost non-existent. The only times she heard from him is when she called to talk to the kids or when he let her know he was getting married again. For a moment, things seemed ok but then Opie started pulling back, caught in his own storm of issues. It was then that she probably should’ve come back, but hindsight was always 20/20. 

She let out a quiet sigh, flicking the ash of her cigarette away when she heard the heavy footsteps coming across the asphalt. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His presence was palpable and she’d always been in tune with him. It didn’t matter how many years passed between them, she would always recognize him from his scent and gait alone. 

“I thought you quit?” He commented, coming to stand directly beside her, facing the house. 

She sighed, turning the smoke up to look at it before taking another pull, “I did.” 

She heard the creak of his leather before she saw his hand appear in her line of vision,  plucking the cigarette out of her fingers. She didn’t protest, only curled her arms in closer around her chest. She took a moment to steel her nerves before shifting to look up at him. Still a full head shorter than him. There were some things that would never change.  

She watched the cherry of the cigarette glow brightly in the darkness as he took a pull from it. She counted the seconds that passed before he exhaled a stream of smoke, aiming it away from her. He lifted his other hand, switching the smoke between his fingers and then threw out his freed arm to drape it around her shoulders and dragged her closer to him.  

She slammed her eyes shut to keep the tears at bay, rolled her lips together and burrowed into his side. He curled her in closer at her response, bringing her around to his front and squeezing her tight. Still her anchor. Still, the man to keep her grounded. 

“You’ve been waiting for me.” She murmured against his shirt, turning her head to rest against his shoulder and staring up at the empty house. 

It wasn’t a question, they both knew it was the truth. There was a time, when they were younger, that he promised he would always wait for her, and at this moment, knowing that he was dead serious then, meant more to her than she’d ever admit aloud. 

She’d broken both their hearts when she left Charming behind. It didn’t matter that he was based out of another city, he was still a Son and she was running away from them. They’d been through more together than most knew. She wasn’t even sure if Opie knew everything and he’d been their closest confidant. 

In the beginning, there had been a lot of vitriol passed between them when things fell apart and they both said things they wished they hadn’t. However, she was there when he was released from Stockon. She never came back to Charming and refused to even step foot over the county lines, but she found a loophole for him. That moment started a long routine of running back to each other when things were rough. They were each other’s foundation. It didn’t matter how far apart they were, they gravitated toward each other. 

She never lost his number, and he never gave up hers. She was the first person to know when he was deciding to go Nomad, and then when he patched over to Charming. He was the first one to know about the program she’d been accepted into and when she graduated. It didn’t matter how many years, or how far the distance, there was never any love lost between them. 

It was unfortunate that they’d never be able to truly be together, their lives on opposite spectrums. Doomed to run parallel to each other and never cross over or meet. Their opposing opinions of the club forced a wedge between them. However, she’d choose to have him as her best friend over anything less, every day. 

He looked down at his hand, flicking away the ashes of the shared cigarette. He elicited one curt nod, more to himself than anything before turning to press his nose into her hair and leaving a kiss on the tip of her head.

“Knew you’d show up sooner or later.” 

She melted into the small token of affection, uncurling her arms from her chest and turning to slip them under his kutte and press herself snug against him. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted as he dropped the smoke onto the ground and snuffed it out under his boot before properly circling his arms around her and holding her firmly. 

~(SOA)~ 

He settled into the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. He doubted he’d get any real sleep that night. He stared up at the black ceiling, trying to do his best to forget how sad she looked. Ope was gone. Her entire family was taken away by the club. He hated to admit it, and it didn’t matter how much it still hurt to this day, she wasn’t wrong when she turned her back and left them. She was protecting herself, and her heart, even if she needed to break all of theirs in the process. 

He lied to himself for years, saying that he’d never forgive her, or understand. But, the truth of the matter was that he knew she made the right choice. They were nothing but a liability to her. She may be the love of his life, but he could never live with himself if he held her back. Kept her in Charming, or associated with the club. His eyes burned and he blinked away the dryness. 

SAMCRO had a way of destroying the women aligned with them. That much was true. Luann and Donna killed in retaliation. Gemma chewed up by the grind, kidnapped and assaulted. Lyla widowed with three children to take care of. Tara’s career as a surgeon still up in the air after her injury. Were any of these fates he wished upon her? Not in the least. He may have hated not being the man to keep her protected and safe, but the reality was she was safer and better protected far away from him. He ignored the irony of that thought. 

In a way, he felt as though this loss was his fault. He hadn’t done a good enough job looking out for their brother. Or the rest of the club. Everything was turning to shit. They were all caught up in an internal war, fighting between loyalties and who held the upper hand. He never thought he’d see the day when the mother charter was falling apart. There was a moment where he considered going Nomad again, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t abandon his brothers now. Not when they needed the solidarity the most. 

Granted, he understood the repercussions of choosing the life he was living, but he couldn’t help but be reminded that it wasn’t only the club that felt the blowback when someone was taken away from them. Regardless if it was from infighting or from an enemy. Not to mention he’d spent the majority of his time with the club, either Tacoma, Nomad or Charming, with one job to perform and he did it well. A career path not generally taken by most and he didn’t hate it, but on nights like these, he considered that he could be hurting more people than just those he was paid to take out.  

He operated under the same notion as everyone else. You didn’t get into this life to live a long one. You entered into this life to live a good one. That was the payoff. Live long or live good. There was no alternative. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been given opportunities to choose the honest life, but there was nothing there for him. He excelled in his current career, he had a knack for it. However, his skills as a hitman didn’t translate well into everyday life. 

He was torn from his thoughts as his ears perked up at the sound of the bedroom door creaking. He paused, listening harder to the silence of the house. After a long pause, he heard her footsteps padding down the hall. He counted them and held his breath when she reached the bathroom door. When her approach didn’t stop there he knew she was coming straight to him. He remained still, closing his eyes for a minute and remained still, for fear of startling her. 

He hadn’t been able to let her go earlier and offered her his bed to sleep in. He had no idea how long she’d be in town. He doubted she’d stick around for long, especially now when she’d had her family ripped away from her. If he hadn’t been able to convince her all those years ago, he’d never find a way to get her to stay now. Selfishly, he wanted her to stay. Move in with him, take over his spaces with all her things, and have her decorate his barren walls. He knew it was nothing but a pipe dream but on a night like tonight, he let himself indulge. 

Her footsteps came to a stop next to him. He turned his head to see her silhouette in the darkness, her face angled down, looking at him. Her arms were tightly hugging herself and he felt the sorrow dripping off her. Without a word exchanged between them, he uncrossed his arms and she crawled over him, snuggling herself between him and the back of the couch. He turned onto his side, sliding one arm under her neck and the other over her waist to engulf her in his embrace. She didn’t say anything, only pressed her cheek flush against his bare chest.  

No one had ever fit in his hold like her and no one else ever would. He’d come to terms that she was bound to move on and start a life without him, but she would always be it for him. He wasn’t interested in anyone else. Not after all this time. There was only one woman who knew him, and who owned his heart, and she was here, tucked in his arms, where she belonged. For now. 

He felt as the floodgates opened and his grip on her tightened, gathering her in as close as humanly possible. She broke down, finally letting herself grieve. He clenched his teeth as she sobbed against him, her fingers clutching at him, her nails digging into his back. He hated when she cried. He never knew how to handle it, but he’d never turn her away. He may not have the words, but he would hold her for as long as she needed him. 

There weren’t many moments where he felt helpless, but in this one, he knew he had nothing substantial to offer. Nothing more than a warm embrace to feign keeping her together. He desperately hoped it was enough to console her but wouldn’t disillusion himself by pretending that it was. He would weather any storm for her, especially this one. He reached down to the throw down by his hips and tugged it up, over both of them. 

With his teeth still clenched, the tick in his jaw became more pronounced as she continued to let it all go. It was little solace to him that he knew he was her safe place, the one to always catch her if she fell. He wished it wasn’t his association, his brotherhood, that was the cause of her pain but it was par for the course. Somewhere deep in his heart of hearts, he was glad she got out. That she hadn’t been subjected to the same bleak path as women of the club. While she may have lost her family to them, she hadn’t lost herself and that was more than he could say for himself. 

Not long after she’d gone quiet, her breathing levelled out and he could confidently assume she’d fallen asleep. He loosened his hold on her, instead letting his hands slip under the shirt he leant her to sleep in and lay his palms flat against her back. He knew he didn’t have her back for long and wanted to soak in as much as he could. The simple pleasure of having her here, in his house, wearing his clothes, reminded him of simpler times. When there was nothing but the open road before them. 

He wished things had turned out different. That their paths weren’t fated to never cross. If only he could give her the life she deserved. He was nothing more than a hindrance to her. Loving her from afar was the best option for her. Closing his eyes, he settled, preparing to spend the on the stiff sofa. He wouldn’t dare upset her more by waking her to move her to his bed. All either of them needed right now was each other. 

Drifting off into a light slumber, he pressed a chaste kiss to her temple, lingering several seconds too long before angling his head up to rest comfortably against the armrest. 

“I love you, Girl,” He murmured against her hair, “Always have, always will.” 

~(SOA)~  

Happy led the way into the clubhouse while she followed close behind. They both donned dark sunglasses, the bright Californian sunshine seemingly sacrilegious on a day like this. She wished she was coming back to this place under better pretenses. She stepped across the threshold, Happy standing inside, his hand flat on the door and his arm extended to keep it open for her. The light from outside illuminated the short entryway. She couldn’t help but notice the stark shadow her body caused. Stepping up next to Happy, he let the door go, allowing it to close on its own. 

She hesitated as she stood there, frozen and staring at the Chapel’s opened doors. The only room she’d never been allowed in. Their church. Where only brothers were welcomed. She pushed the sunglasses up, the reality of the situation sinking in, seeping deep into her bones. The casket visible to her from here. There was no denying it now. His fate set in stone. Her brother. Her big brother. Was gone. 

Happy didn’t rush her, standing diligently at her side. The tears spilled over, streaking down her cheeks. Her hands went numb as she lifted them, to swipe across her face. Sniffling quietly, battling herself for composure, she took one step forward, then another, and then another. Until, in no time, she was across the bar and stepping directly into the Chapel. 

There, laid out against black silk, was her big brother. She lifted the back of her hand to her nose and sniffed, the tears flooding her vision. She bowed her head. All the energy drained from her at that moment. Nothing left in her. No anger, no sorrow. She curled her hand around the lip of the casket and dug her nails into the wood. Her heart shattered as she tried to call back his laugh and came up short. She’d never hear it again. She’d never see his smile again. He would never be on the other end of the line again. 

She suddenly felt lost, without a course forward. Where did she go from here? Back up north? To what? A regular 9 to 5 job. To a simple apartment? What was left? What was the purpose of every decision she made in life that led her to this moment? Were they worth it? Had they made her life better? Wasn’t this the outcome she was trying to avoid? The one she was running away from. 

A scuff of shoes against the floor alerted her to a new presence behind her. She looked up and locked eyes with the baby blues of Jackson Teller. There was a brief moment of surprise as he registered her standing there but then nodded. She saw the procession of men collecting behind him and knew it was time. 

Both her and Jackson stepped forward, closer to each other. As they were brushing past the other, they both reached out and caught each other’s forearms. With a quick flex of their fingers, they acknowledged the grief and solidarity with each other and then continued in the opposite directions. She entered the bar to a current of whispers. She felt foreign eyes on her and she had to scan the room for familiar faces. 

Her saving grace came in the form of the Matriarch, Ms. Gemma Teller. She reached out and beckoned her over. She realized that the petite blonde standing next to her was Lyla, Opie’s wife. Having recognized her from the few pictures she’d seen. Their eyes met for a moment, both expressions an echo of each other. Empty. Gemma pulled her in closed as Jax ordered the crew to cover the casket before it was lifted and carried out into the main room. 

They raised the casket of their fallen brother high above their heads, everyone tipping their drinks in offering. They were silent for a minute, in memoriam of Opie then Jax pushed forward, Bobby, Tig, Chibs, Happy, and a new member she didn’t recognize following behind. Gemma fell into line behind the boys, Lyla on her other side and then hooked her arm through hers. 

More members followed after them, creating a grand procession out into the lot. She didn’t possess the capacity to feel anymore as she watched his club slide his casket into the hearse. However, while the emotions in her may have disappeared, the tears hadn’t. She let them fall freely, her hands hanging limp at her sides. All the boys backed away, falling into the crowd surrounding the vehicle. Happy fit himself on her free side, his shoulder millimetres away from hers. 

Gemma gave her a forearm a pat before letting go and turning in closer to Lyla, crossing her arm across her midsection to wrap around Lyla’s wrist. An offer in solidarity. A note that she still had someone to ground her. Someone to support her. Something brushed against her arm, a gentle stroke, breaking her eye contact with the gentle moment between the Matriarch and an Old Lady. She refused to acknowledge the lump in her throat, a split second of shame at herself for running away. There was a time when she would’ve given anything to be an Old Lady, under the tutelage of the original one. The one who set the standard for any of those to come. 

She flicked her gaze down to where Happy’s arm was lightly pressed against hers. Without a second thought, she slipped her fingers between his and squeezed tightly. It may not have ever been official between them but the sentiments had always been there. No one else had ever compared to him. Another thing Charming ruined for her. She would never be able to settle for anything less than a Son. Damned to be alone forever as she refused to let herself become like Lyla, Gemma, or Luann. Or any other woman who married into the club, only to have their partner violently taken away from them. 

Jax slamming the hearse door shut snapped her attention back to the present. As if on cue, everyone backed away. She pressed in closer to Happy, as they moved with the crowd. He may not be outwardly affectionate but he used his presence to reassure her, remind her that he was always there for her. She pressed her shoulder into Happy, thanking the crowd for keeping their connection discreet. No one else would notice their close proximity, not unless they were specifically looking for it. 

Jax stood at the helm, watching as the vehicle backed out, adjusted course and drove away. The main group remained still, staring off into the distance while the less familiar started to break off and step back into the clubhouse. One by one, they all retreated, stopping to embrace Jax, then Lyla, then Gemma, and lastly her. 

She’d forgotten how much love these men had for each other and their brother’s families. It didn’t matter that half of them had a less than stellar opinion of her. It didn’t matter what they thought about her leaving Charming. Right now all that mattered was that she was here. They continued to offer their condolences and support. A true definition of the word family. 

Happy hung back, keeping close and waited until he was the last one left. It wasn’t until Jackson turned around, moving to approach his mother when Happy stepped forward. If Jax was surprised by Happy’s lingering, it didn’t show in his expression. Heads bowed together, Happy murmured his condolences to his President and then broke away, meeting with Gemma and then Lyla. Leaving her for last. 

He didn’t make a big statement, both of them recalling the night before. He wrapped her up in a quick hug, pressing her close to him for a few seconds before letting go. He backed away, turning towards the clubhouse and she lifted her arms up to wrap around herself, trying to stifle the cold creeping in now that he was no longer near. 

She kept to herself as Jackson laid his forehead against his mother’s, both thankful to still have one another. Murmuring quiet condolences to one other. Breaking apart, Gemma approached her while Jax moved to pull Lyla into a hug. Gemma’s hand circled around her wrist and she glanced up at the woman, tears welling in both their eyes. They nodded to one another, neither trusting themselves not to fall apart. Gemma backed away, waiting for Lyla. 

She turned back to the open gate of the compound. The hearse was gone, and so was Opie. She stared into the dark street beyond, lost to herself for a few moments. It wasn’t until Jax stepped into her line of vision that she was broken from her melancholy. She swallowed as she looked up at him, both of them echoing the same hurt in their expressions. She was the one to pull Jackson in, opening her arms and whipping them around him. He bowed his head down, pressing his forehead on her shoulder and clutching his arms around her middle. 

“He missed you,” Jax mumbled, “We all did.” 

She thought she was numb to any more emotions but Jax’s muttered words shattered her heart and her knees buckled. She clung to Jackson, her breathing heavy and tears free falling. There wasn’t anyone in this world closer to Opie than Jax. They were brothers in more than just the club. He was family in everything but blood. Her bonus extra big brother. She had no idea how he was coping but she wasn’t really coping either. Both of them broken by losing their oldest friend. 

They squeezed one other, acknowledging the pain they were both feeling before straightening up and breaking apart. They stood staring at one another, neither knowing what to say. Something over her shoulder caught Jackson’s attention and she turned to see none other than Tara Knowles standing at the back end of the compound. She laid a hand on Jax’s arm and patted it before breaking off and making her way back to the clubhouse. 

~(SOA)~ 

When she reentered the clubhouse, there was a lot more chatter and some low-playing music than there had been before. With a glance around, she could see that they were now celebrating Ope’s life instead of mourning his death. Her heart constricted in her chest, a mixture of sorrow and a secondary emotion she wasn’t ready to acknowledge, feeling it too early to be anything more than sad. She steered clear of the bigger group, opting to sit over on the couch and watch from afar. 

While she wasn’t ready to fully participate, she was perfectly content to be here surrounded by the people who knew her brother best. The ones who loved him even at his worst. Something that she wasn’t sure she could say about herself at the moment. She smiled faintly to herself as her eyes roamed the room, seeing all the members pouring out their drinks in her brother’s memory. In her perusal, she caught Happy’s eye. 

He tilted his head at her in question, asking her if she was ok. She gave him a subtle nod, letting him know that she was good. For now. He nodded back and then gave his attention back to the conversation he was a part of. While she sat on the couch, keeping to herself, a few people found their way over to her, offering their sympathies and then striking up superficial conversation. She entertained it all, thankful for the reprieve of distraction it gave her. 

At some point, Lyla found her. It was an awkward beginning but as the minutes past, their stilted conversation become much more friendly. Lyla reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together and admitting that she wished they’d gotten to know each other better before today. Relief rolled off of her at the confession and agreed. She wished she’d been more available to her, Opie and the kids. 

The two of them sat together, crying, laughing and smiling. Lyla filled her in on all the good things she’d missed in the last few years, while in turn, she filled Lyla in on all the shenanigans Opie used to get up to as a kid and teen. 

“Mind if I cut in?” Gemma asked, settling herself in the chair next to them. 

Both her and Lyla regarded Gemma, sensing the shift in energy coming from the woman. She knew she was about to get an earful, and she only hoped that Gemma kept herself contained. She wasn’t sure she could handle the Matriarch coming down on her full force. 

“How long are you in town for?” She asked, knowing full well she wasn’t going to get an answer that she deemed appropriate. 

She licked her lips, meeting Gemma’s gaze head-on, “I’m leaving tomorrow. Right after he’s been buried.” 

Gemma’s eyes narrowed and Lyla took this as her invitation to leave. Silently, and without any fanfare, Lyla got up and walked across the bar, leaving her alone with the Matriarch. 

“That’s it then?” Gemma questioned, “Roll into town when someone dies and then take off again before their body is even cold? Do you care about anyone other than yourself?” 

She felt as the rage ripped through her at Gemma’s words but swallowed it down, knowing how she worked. She was only looking out for her own, the club, her boys. She couldn’t fault her for wanting the best for them. 

“There’s nothing here for me,” She said, “Hasn’t been for a while.” 

Gemma scoffed, “What about the boys? You’re just going to leave your nephews high and dry? Not even their own flesh and blood aunt to stick by them after losing their dad?” 

She sighed, “I’ll always be here for the kids, Gemma and Lyla has all my information. I’m not leaving them behind.” 

Gemma shook her head, unimpressed with her answers. She flicked the nails of her thumb and index finger together before leaning in closer.

Dropping her voice into a stage whisper, Gemma hissed, “And Hap? You’re just going to break his heart again? When he needs you the most?” 

She gulped, closing her eyes and gripping the armrest tightly. She knew Gemma was trying to get a reaction out of her. She wanted her to lose control. Something to show her that she was getting under her skin. 

“Happy and I haven’t been together for a long time now, Gem. You know that.” She broke eye contact with Gemma to find the man in question, admiring his side profile from across the room, “He made his choice and I made mine. We want different things, and that’s ok. It doesn’t mean I love him any less.”

Gemma inhaled, not prepared for my confession. She was prepped for a fight, one that she would’ve indulged in as a younger woman. But, not today. Not with how everything had turned out. It was somber but it was the truth. Gemma stared at her for a long moment, a conflict of emotions crossing her features. In the end, the older woman chose to be accepting to their predicament. 

“I hope you know what you’re doing, baby.” Gemma muttered, her gaze flicking between Happy and the woman sitting across from her. 

Neither of them had anything to add to the conversation and they let it die out. Gemma relaxed in the chair, turning to speak with another Son who’d stopped by to top up her drink. The night blurred together, Happy being the only slice of clarity for her. After tomorrow, there really was nothing left in Charming for her. Happy would always choose the club first, and she didn’t fault him on that. When they were younger she did, but she understood why he was loyal to them. She didn’t like it but she respected it. 

They were two completely different people but both headstrong and opinionated. This is where he belonged, among those who cared for him the most. 

~(SOA)~ 

The morning blew by in a whirlwind, none of them taking full stock of what was happening around them. All of them going through the motions but not really acknowledging the implications of the day. He’d stuck close by her all morning, making himself available to her whenever and however she needed it. He caught the looks Gemma shot over at them, and the way Jax always left enough room for him to stand near. He ignored them completely. Acting as if he didn’t know what they were doing, or why they were looking. 

Before long, they all found themselves back at TM preparing to go on with their respective days. He curled his hands into fists, knowing that this was it. Their final goodbye. He knew it was coming but nothing could have prepared him for the actual moment. He didn’t hover as she said her goodbyes. All brief but some tearful, others with half smiles. He kept himself off to the side, leaning against the picnic table, watching but staying away. 

Their era was coming to an end, he could sense it. He didn’t want it to be true but this was it. This was the moment where they made the final decision. Choose each other, or move on. Too soon she had started walking towards her car. Her steps slow and steady, as if she was prolonging her exit. Jackson came to stand next to him, keeping silent but Happy knew why he chose to stand with him. Jax was imploring him to at least say a final farewell. Not to let her go without saying his piece. 

Happy inhaled deeply before pushing forward, following behind her. He knew every eye was on him, soon them, but he found he didn’t care. He couldn’t let her leave yet. Not without making himself clear. She pausesd when she heard his footsteps coming up behind her and she cast a glance over her shoulder. When she registered that it was him, she stopped, turning around to face him. 

He continued forward until he was standing directly in front of her, staring down at her while she tipped her head up to look up at him. He reached out, resting one hand around her side, and leaned her back against the door of her car. She blinked owlishly up at him, unclear about his intentions. He leaned in, ducked his down and captured her lips with his. Damned be everyone watching right now. He didn’t care what they had to say. 

She gasped against his mouth on contact but fell into him, her hands snaking up his torso to clutch at the lapels of his kutte. She tugged, lining her body against his and gave as good as she got. He reached for her with his free hand, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her forward. The flame between them no longer simmering but in a full blaze while they came to terms with their ending. 

All to soon, they were breaking apart, panting. He pressed his forehead against hers and they both opened their eyes to meet each other’s gazes. He noted the wetness welling in the corners of her eyes and in a momnet of true affection, he lifted his thumb to run across her undereye, catching as many tears as he could. She blinked several times, sniffling and covered her mouth with her hand to hide her anguish. 

His fingers scratched lightly back and forth on the back of her neck. He wasn’t expecting her to say anything to him, aside from a goodbye. He was content with this. At least both of them still well aware that nothing had changed between them. He watched as she took a deep, centering breath and then crept up onto her tiptoes, brushing her nose against his. 

“I love you Happy Lowman,” She murmured, “I always will.” 

His hold on her tightened for a brief moment at her confession. His gaze poured into hers, searching for an opening but all he found was resignation. He nodded his understanding. Neither was willing to drop their choices. Still at odds on that front. He slid his hand up and down her side, memorizing the feeling of her figure in his hands. 

When he backed away, he was overcome with a wash of cold air. Raw to the world around him. A void growing deeper within his chest.

He walked back up towards the clubhouse, Jackson holding out a hand to stop him. He fought the growl wanting to erupt in his chest and regarded his President with a glare. Jax raised an eyebrow at him, the question clear in his face. 

Happy tore his gaze away from Jackson and glowered at the Reaper logo adorning their clubhouse, “I can’t give her the life she deserves.” 

Happy chose not to acknowledge Jackson’s shock response because knew what he was thinking. The proof was right there for everyone to see. Everyone knew there was a long history between them but none had fully understood why it never worked out. Not when it was so clear that they were still madly in love with one another. However, his response cut through all the bullshit and showed Jackson exactly what was keeping them apart. 

Happy glanced over at Jax when his arm dropped and he watched as his statement resonated with him. He knew about the life he was trying to plan with Tara. The one where they got out, where he went straight. The only difference between him and Jax, was that he was willing to let the love of his life walkaway while Jackson couldn’t. It didn’t make either of them a better man, it only put their choices into perspective. 

~(SOA)~ 

She took her time rolling away from the compound. She kept glancing back in her rearview to watch Happy watching her drive away. She swallowed thickly, and turned down the street, making her way towards the freeway. She kept looking back to try and catch a glimpse of TM but once she turned the next corner, it was gone from view entirely. 

Unable to see the clubhouse anymore struck a deep-rooted panic within her. She broke down into hysterical sobs, the force strong enough to call her attention away from the road and causing her to swerve. She overcorrected, pulling herself completely off the road and parked haphazardly against the nearest curb. 

She laid her head against the steering wheel, hollering with sorrow. How had it all come down to this? Where did everything go wrong? What led them all down this path? If she could go back in time, she’d have forced them all to come with her. Start somewhere new together. Create something of their own instead of following the tired small-town storyline. 

She pushed back, gripping the wheel until she could hear the material rub with the stress of her hands. She pulled one hand back and wiped furiously at her tears. She nodded to herself, forcing herself to stay angry instead of crying. Once her vision cleared of her tears, she threw the car back into gear and maneuvered her way out of her parking spot. 

She hit the highway in no time and ignored the leaving Charming sign as she drove past it. There was nothing charming about that town and it would remain in her rearview permanently. 

~(SOA)~ 

It took years for them to successfully get themselves out of the life, transitioning to a bonafide group of motorcycle enthusiasts and nothing more. He never pictured his life taking this turn, resigned to being the hardened criminal for the rest of his days. He didn’t know what life looked like with crime. He wasn’t entirely sure who he was, not really, not anymore. 

He veered off the main road and onto a quiet, suburban side street. The houses were almost identical, with only three varieties of architecture down the lane. Every third one repeating the pattern. He was a stark contrast to the cookie-cutter neighbourhood. A disruption to the sheltered residents. He didn’t have to see the people to feel their eyes on him. He knew they were there, hiding away and watching from afar. 

For the first time in longer than he could remember, he wondered if he should have left the Harley behind. For the first time, he was cognizant that his presence may reflect badly on her. He growled at himself, unsure of where this uncertainty had been born. He was the Tacoma Killer. He was a Son. He didn’t care what the general public thought of him. Their opinions didn’t matter. 

Ignoring the directions his thoughts were trying to take him, he began counting the house numbers. Odds on the left evens on the right. He scanned through them, looking for any familiar identifiers. Something that made it hers. Something that signalled to him that she lived there. Low and behold, he spotted her old beater in the driveway. Standing out against all the high end SUVs and minivans of the surrounding houses. 

He couldn’t fight the smirk that grew on his mouth, seeing that some things really didn’t change. He knew there was a perfectly fixed up old muscle car hidden away in her garage but seeing that she still deferred to the beat up ford made him smile. He pulled up to the curb, idling. He took stock of the house before him. It matched all the rest on the street, but there was a little extra pull from it. A certain air surrounding it that told him she was here, that this was hers. He couldn’t place what it was, but this was her house. 

He killed the engine, the sound causing the typical chatter of the neighbourhood to filter back in. Birds chirped from the treetops, sprinklers clicked to life in several yards, and the sound of children’s laughter rang through. He pulled the paper with her address on it from his pocket, staring at the number and then up at the house. 

He was in the right place. Now all he needed to do was walk up the walkway, up to the front door and knock. He folded the paper closed and tucked it back away in his jeans pocket. He wondered if Lyla had given her a heads up, but that didn’t seem likely. Lyla wasn’t one to get actively involved in other people’s business. She only gave him the tools to find her and then left it up to him to take action. Alternatively, he never mentioned to anyone that he was headed out. Virtually no one knew where he was or why. 

Itching for a cigarette, his fingers twitched but he stretched them out. He’d been doing well with his quitting. He was already a few months in and the cravings were mostly gone, except for in high-stress situations. Much like the one he was currently in, at his own implication. He couldn’t turn around now. He wasn’t a coward. If she turned him away then he’d leave without contest. She held all the cards. All decisions were in her hands. She was running this show, whether she knew it or now. 

He trudged up the driveway, drifting onto the small walkway up to her entryway. He scanned the porch, noting the few décor items that made it her own. He lifted his fist to the door, poised to knock when he noticed the doorbell. Was there a certain etiquette about using one over the other that he wasn’t aware of? Shaking his head he rapped his knuckles against the door, making his choice. 

He pulled back a full step, staring forward and slipping his hands into his pockets. He listened carefully, noting that there was movement coming from inside. He heard a muffled shout but couldn’t make out the words and then the flip of the lock. The door opened with a whoosh of air being suctioned forward into the house. 

Her head was tilted, holding a phone between her ear and shoulder. There was a welcoming smile on her mouth as she turned her face up to greet him. He assumed she thought he was a neighbour, or possibly a delivery guy, but when she registered that it was him, everything stopped. She straightened her head, staring straight up at him and caught the phone as it fell from her shoulder. Her smile didn’t disappear but the warmth behind it faded into hesitation. 

“Lyla gave me your address.” He mumbled, giving her all the details from the start. 

She nodded, mulling over the information and the fact that he was standing on her doorstep. A tinny voice sounded from her left hand and she startled, shifting her eyes down to her phone. She blinked rapidly a few times, realizing she forgot she’d been talking to someone. 

She lifted the phone to her ear, her eyes finding his again, “Hey, I’ll give you a callback, ok? Something - uh - something came up.” 

He couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation and he doubted that she did either. Within the next few seconds, she was murmuring non-committal noises, lifting the phone away from her ear and tapping the screen to end the call. They stood in silence, neither of them sure what the next move to make was. 

He wasn’t sure what to say. No explanation seemed good enough, not considering everything they’d been through in their lives. He braced himself for her to turn him away, he knew he deserved it. So, he waited in his patented silence, knowing that he didn’t have anything extra of worth to contribute. She knew why he was here. She was everything to him. Always had been. Always will be. His only hope now was that that still rang true for her too. If he was too late - well then - that was on him for not stepping up when he had the chance. 

She took a deep breath and then stepped to the side, pushing the door open wide and allowing him the space to pass through.  “Do you want to come inside?” 

He let out a breath he hadn’t known that he was holding and nodded. He took one step forward before he was stopped abruptly as she ran forward into him, throwing her arms around him. His arms came up around her automatically, one hand resting on the back of her head, the other across her back. His left foot slid back, keeping them balanced with the force of her embrace. 

He felt her shoulders shake against him and he closed his eyes, hoping beyond all hope that she wasn’t crying. He never wanted her to cry again, not because of him. Not when he’d been the source of those tears for far too long. If she let him, he’d spend the rest of his life making up for it all. 

He felt, and heard, the shuddering breath she took in. Her arms tightened around him and he dipped his head down, pressing his cheek to the crown of her head and echoing her sentiments with his body language. His hold on her tighter than a few seconds before. He closed his eyes, getting lost in the moment. It didn’t matter how much time was lost between them, they always found their way back. 

He hoped that this time, it was permanent. 

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Insomnia

Contains: Very mild angst, fluff.

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“My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts are heavier.” - Unknown

You couldn't begin to express how grateful the late nights were less late now that the club was out of guns and drugs. The only downside was that Jax and the rest of the Sons were now just mechanics, they had cars to fix and taxes to file, not meeting deadlines meant parts didn't get bought and paychecks weren't written.

Anxiety still lingered when Jax was away at night, a hold off from the worry that the next phone call would deliver the worst news one could get. Tonight was one of those nights, even though you knew Jax was safe, your brain wouldn't quiet.

The sound of a door opening drew you from your thoughts, "What are you still doing up? It's almost one."

You shrugged, "The usual. I can't sleep when your side of the bed is cold. Your dinner is in the microwave."

Jax gave you a soft smile, "Lucky me because I'm starving. Sit with me while I eat?"

You nodded, "That's my plan." Jax hurried to the kitchen and warmed his dinner before sitting next to you at the dining table, "Did you get all your work done?" 

"You bet, and I've got the whole weekend off so we can sleep in." You could smell the faint hint of oil on his clothes. 

"That's great news, you know how much I love our lazy mornings." If you were lucky, Abel would be there too, between you and Jax. 

"You and me both darlin. How was work?" He must have been hungry, half the food was already gone. 

"The usual." You yawned and Jax reached across the table to hold your hand, "I'm sorry, I guess I was just waiting for you to get home." 

Jax shook his head, "I'm almost done here. I'll hop into the shower then I'll be all yours." 

You sighed, "That sounds perfect." 

"How did Abel go at daycare today?" Jax loved all the pictures Abel drew for him, his locker, his office and his workstation were full of them. 

You smiled, "He had lots of fun today, they got a new water table and he went wild. I had to throw his tiny little shoes in the wash, that's how much fun he had." 

Jax chuckled, "I'll pick him up on Monday, I can't have you having all the fun darlin." 

"Sure, he loves it when you go and get him." You went to take Jax's empty plate from him, but he yanked it away. 

"I'll do that darlin." He rushed it to the sink before drying it and putting it away. Once that was done and he had wiped over the kitchen one last time, he walked back over to you and stretched out his hand, "Shall we?" 

You nodded and took his hand, "We shall." 

The trip to the bedroom was quick, and then Jax was stripping off and hopping into the shower, "You wanna get ready for bed darlin?"

You sighed, "I guess I better try and keep a routine, brushing my teeth and washing my face again won't hurt." 

Steam filled the room as Jax washed the day away and smirked when he caught you staring at him through the shower glass, "See something you like darlin?" 

You nodded, "You know I do Teller." 

The shower flicked off and he stepped out, wrapping the towel around his waist before stopping by the kiss you on the cheek on his way to the bedroom to get dressed. 

With his comfortable grey sweatpants on, he headed to the bed and flicked the heated blanket on your side before fluffing your pillow and peeling back the covers, "Hop in darlin." 

You took your robe off and placed it on the chair, leaving you in just one of Jax's T-Shirts and a pair of panties, then climbed into bed with a sigh, "It's so much better with you here. Maybe we should get a cat so when you're not here, I'm not alone in bed." 

Jax smiled, "I like that idea, we've got the room and it will be good for Abel to have a pet." 

You reached over to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of the lavender lotion but before you could do anything, Jax took it from you, "Let me?" 

You nodded, "I'd like that." 

He started with your arms, rubbing the smooth cream in with broad, firm strokes, "What do we need for a cat? Food, water fountains, a few litter trays and toys. Hell, with Happy's help, we can have one by Monday." 

He pinched your shirt and you pulled it over your head so he could do your shoulders next, "We need a bit more time than that. The kitty should have a catio, that will keep you busy over a few weekends and once that's build and the cat can enjoy the outdoors without killing anything we can get the kitty." 

The corner of Jax's mouth ticked up as he moved to your chest and a thought came over him, "We can tell Abel can't we? He'll want to help." 

Your eye grew heavy as you spun and his hands moved over your back, "Sure we can tell Abel. He'll want to name the kitten and he should come when we pick. Not that it means anything, the cat will pick us." 

You returned to facing him and Jax moved to your legs, rubbing the ache out of your claves, "You've already said you'll let the cat on the bed so I only have one rule, he or she has to stay away from my kutte." 

You chuckled, "You and I both know that's not going to happen, cats do what cats want." 

Jax sighed and placed the bottle back in its spot before picking your book up, "I guess so. How are you feeling now darlin?" 

You smiled, "Great, I'm ready to call it a night." You slid all the way into bed and placed your head on the pillow, "Will you read to me, I love the sound of your voice." 

Jax looked over you fondly, "Of course, darlin, that was my plan when I picked up your book." You had been reading it to him for days, a sweet tale of a little robot in search of life on Mars who made friends with an alien. 

"Rusty lifted his little arm and ticked as he handed the apple slice to his friend, 'Apples are one of human's favourite fruits, you should try some.' The alien took the slice from him with a squeak and ate it in one bite, then gave another squeak of approval at the sweet taste." 

You snuggled closer to Jax and he wrapped his arm around your body, "The Alien squeaked again, then waved its arms before pointing to itself and then to Rusty. The series of squeaks that followed sounded like the robot's name and then another which must have been its own." 

Your eyes felt so heavy as Jax continued, "It made sense when Rusty heard it for a second time, 'Your name is Eldredth? Tell me Eldredth, have you ever had chocolate? It is the best of the human's treats." 

Jax smiled as he felt your chest rise and fall softly under his arm. He put the book and laid down next to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling the blanket up to your neck, "Good night Darlin, I love you." 

Fin

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To Keep Me Safe From You: Part One

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 3.1k+

[summary]: after overhearing a conversation that could be detrimental to the future of samcro, the club has voted that you have to die. fortunately for you, jax has to complete the kill.

[cw]: 18+, female reader(y/n), swearing, mentions of murder throughout, knives, smut, cliff hanger, possible grammar/spelling errors, generally following the show but slightly AU

[authors note]: so this one shot turned into something more and will be getting a part two as i'm not done with this scenario. i realised during this just how hard it is for me to write in a way where i don’t want jax to come tape me up and murder me... so sometimes the reader (y/n) makes some really questionable decisions, simply because i would let this man get away with anything. i hope you enjoy it :)

“We really talking about offing a chick right now?” Juice stared at his fellow members with wide eyes.

“She heard everything, Juice.” Even though he was whispering, Tig’s panic was loud and clear. “You wanna be the one to risk prison time over some waitress in a diner?”

Jax slammed his hand on the table, “We. Don’t. Kill. Women.” 

Bobby looked around at the eyes now peering towards their table before shaking his head at Jax in disapproval, “We also don’t talk about club business outside of Chapel, for this exact reason.”

Tig doubled down now he knew Bobby agreed. “She heard too much. I saw it in her eyes, Jax. I can handle the hit. I’ll follow her out back, it’ll look like she was mugged. No witnesses. No trace.” 

“Do you hear yourself right now brother? We don’t even know if she heard-” Juice stopped abruptly as he saw you walking over to their table, bill in hand. You smiled at the blonde haired man sitting at the end of the bench, avoiding the 5 other guys glaring at you. “Is there anything else I can help you guys with today?” He grinned back at you, taking the bill from your hand, “I think we’re all done here.” He placed three twenty dollar bills inside the wallet, a very generous tip, before handing it back to you. “Thanks for stopping by, boys. Get home safe.” 

“You too, darlin.’”

Jax watched you walk away, making sure you were out of range before addressing the other members. “See? She heard nothing. That ain’t no witness that’s going to talk to feds. She’s not even spooked.”

Tig scoffed and Bobby lowered his eyes at Jax, “Maybe we should take a vote, Pres.?”

Jax was really pissed now, even contemplating killing a woman made his blood boil. But Bobby was his VP, and he was right, this wasn’t a decision he could make himself. Jax let out a large exhale, glancing at you as you cleaned the last remaining tables. He leaned into the table, “Fine, we vote. All in favor of murdering the poor innocent diner chick. I’ll start. Nay.”

He was the only one who voted so. Juice had almost sided with him, but everything Tig had said persuaded him to change his vote. Tig had panicked the rest of the members into actually killing a woman. Jax was outnumbered, and there was nothing more he could do. While you were finishing your night shift, the Sons of Anarchy had just sentenced you to die. 

Jax had managed to get Tig to back off, reluctantly agreeing to let him carry out the hit instead. He figured at least he could kill you quickly, saving you from Tig’s twisted methods. The other members had left, leaving him the only 4 seater vehicle they had brought out that evening. Although you didn’t know it, Jax was waiting for you across the parking lot, leaning against the hood of Piney’s car, cigarette in hand. You shut the door to the diner behind you, fumbling with your purse to find your car keys. You were too preoccupied with the broken zipper on your bag to realise the same blonde haired man from earlier was still there, and approaching you. 

“Lost somethin’ darlin’?” 

“Shit-”, his voice startled you, causing you to drop your purse and everything in it across the lot. 

“Fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He helped as you collected the strung out items across the tarmac. “You didn’t mean to scare a girl leaving work on her own in the pitch black at this time of night?” You snapped at him as you searched for your belongings along some hedges. Jax handed you a tube of lipstick and your reading glasses, that had somehow survived the fall. 

“I guess I didn’t think that one through. Sorry about that.” He stood up, extending a hand to help you. You barely acknowledged as he spoke, ignoring his hand, as you were desperately scanning the floor. 

“Well you’re gonna be really sorry. You have to drive me home. My keys aren’t here..” 

 “Fuck- you cant find them?” He dropped to his knees again, searching the ground with you. You could barely see in the carpark, you had no chance of finding them until daylight. 

“No, they’re gone. What the fuck am I gonna do now?” 

Jax stood up, pacing the length of the car park still searching for your keys. “They gotta be here somewhere.”

“This is useless. Can you just take me home?” 

Jax smiled, “least I can do darlin’.” He extended a hand to help you up from the ground again, but this time, you took it. 

He started walking towards his car, holding a pack of cigarettes out at you. You didn’t smoke, but you also didn’t usually get into cars with strangers, either. You weren’t sure what had come over you, and you felt wary about the whole thing, but you didn’t have many options left with no car keys, and he seemed nice enough. You followed him to the car, taking a cigarette from the pack and holding it up to your mouth as he lit it for you. “I don’t even know your name and I’m about to get in a car with you.” He chuckled. “Names Jax Teller. And I can assure you, I’m a normal guy, just ignore the kutte.”

“Okay then.. Jax. You gonna tell me why a normal guy such as yourself is waiting for a girl outside her place of work at almost midnight?” 

He held the car door open for you with a reassuring smile, “I’ll explain on the way home.” 

You looked at him through narrowed eyes, “you better get me home in one piece.” You got in the car, flicking the half smoked cigarette on the floor as Jax shut the door behind you. 

The inside of the SUV was a mess, the dash covered in raunchy magazines and parking fines. It was hard to think about anything other than the stench of dry oil and stale cigarettes. Jax began to drive, and you directed him on the way to your house, although you got the feeling he didn’t need your help anyway. 

“I can get one of the guys to come change the locks on your car tomorrow morning. Get you a new set of keys.”

“That’d be great. You guys locksmith’s or something?” 

Jax grinned, one hand on the steering wheel, glancing between you and the road as he drove. “Something like that. We run an auto repair shop out in Charming.”

“Oh. So is this your thing?” 

Jax looks at you puzzled, “my thing?”

“Getting girls keys lost so you have to give them a ride home?” Jax shook his head, amused by your assumption. “You’re actually the first.” 

Watching him while he drove gave you the chance to study him in fine detail. You’d noticed his good looks earlier at the diner, but now you could see Jax looked like he belonged in a hollywood movie. He held the steering wheel with one hand, the other on the gear stick, his fingers draped in silver rings. His beard was coated in a layer of stubble, with long shaggy blonde hair that tucked behind his ears. He was undeniably attractive. If anyone was going to lose your car keys, forcing you to drive with them for a ride home, you were glad it was him. 

He turned on your drive slowly before parking, reaching into the glove box adjacent to you. He searched the compartment, and a load of CD’s fell to your feet. “Shit sorry. There’s no pens in here. You got anything in that bag you can use to write your number down? You know, for the keys.” 

“I could grab a pen from inside.” 

Jax nodded in response, “I’ll walk you to your door.” 

Before you had the chance to say anything, Jax was out of the car and making his way to the passenger side door to open it for you. It was all a little surreal, you’d only met him a few hours before, yet he had shown you more courtesy than any man you’d previously encountered. 

You walked with him to the front porch, then searching under the mat for the spare house key. You thought to yourself how you’d have to find a new hiding spot for it tomorrow. You unlocked the front door. As you walked in, switching the lights on as you entered the kitchen, you knew Jax was standing at the door, patiently waiting. You hesitated for a second, debating on the idea of having this random stranger enter your house. On one hand, you knew it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. On the other, he was charming, respectful and like nobody else you’d ever met before. And you knew that after tonight, you’d probably never see him again. “You can come in if you want, I’ll just be a sec’.”

Jax stepped through the doorway, looking around as he followed you to the kitchen, “nice place you got here.” You searched the ‘drawer of everything’ in the kitchen to find an old receipt and pen. “It was my best friend’s house before she went back to Washington. She’s letting me stay here while I save for my own place. I get cheap rent, she gets a free house sitter.” Jax was standing behind you, making you overtly aware of how close he was. “Y/N.” He was reading from the receipt over your shoulder as you wrote down the number to your home phone. “I never did catch your name at the diner. It’s pretty.” You handed him the crumpled up paper, and he placed it in his pocket. 

“And you never answered my question.” You turned to face him as you spoke, to find the beautiful blonde stranger holding a large blade against your stomach. “Living room. Now.” 

You froze in fear, unable to move. You realised you’d made a huge mistake. You had known the risk of letting him in. You knew better. And now it was too late. You pushed through the lump in your throat to get words out, “Just take what you want and leave. It’s all yours.” “I don’t want your shit, y/n. Walk. Now.” You did as he said, walking slowly towards the living room, feeling the cold blade now pressed against your back. “What do you want?” He pulled your arm back with his free hand, stopping you in the living room. He gestured toward the armchair that sat between the TV and couch. “Sit down.” 

“What are you doing, Jax?” You didn’t want to sit, you wanted to run. You wanted to buy yourself some time. 

“I said sit down!” Jax’s voice cracked as he yelled at you. Hearing him yell sent a shiver down your spine, and you snapped into the chair in front of him immediately. You could see his face now. His eyes were vacant, completely shifted from the warm, courteous man you’d thought he was when he entered your home. It seemed he’d grown 10 feet taller now, towering over you while you sat frozen and vulnerable in the chair beneath him. He brought himself down to your level, with the knife now at your side, the blade touching your arm. 

“You wanted an answer to your question?” 

You nodded. 

“I waited for you because I have to kill you.” 

“To kill me?” Nothing was making any sense. “To kill me..” You repeated, looking straight into his eyes, “but you don’t even know me.” Jax placed the knife into the sheath, and back onto his belt pocket before pulling a roll of duct tape from his kutte. You recognised the tape from the drawer you had searched earlier, but that couldn’t be possible, you told yourself. You never saw him take it. 

“You heard some stuff tonight that could ruin lives. And there’s a group of outlaws that want you dead now because of it.” 

His words rang in your ears like sirens, putting all your senses into override. You couldn’t catch your breath before Jax was binding your hands together in front of you so tightly you could see the skin pulling under the tape. “And you want me dead too?” 

Jax paused to look at you, matching your eyes, before looking down, continuing to tape your hands. “Doesn’t matter what I want.” 

Nothing made sense. You hadn’t heard anything they talked about. He had totally got the wrong idea, and if you could just explain it, he could understand. 

“Jax, please listen to me. I didn’t hear anything. I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” 

He closed his eyes as you pleaded with him, “Stop. Talking.” 

You pulled your wrists up, trying to touch him with your fingertips, as if that could reach the kind part of him you thought you had seen. Your bound hands pulled at his shirt as you begged. 

“I didn’t hear a thing! If I heard some fucked up shit why would I get in a car with you? Why the fuck would I let you in my house!” You felt faint, your ears beginning to ring as adrenalin circulated your veins. He tried to ignore you, and started to tape your legs. You wanted to think straight, to talk sense into him, but your eyes began to fill with water, tears unwillingly streaming down your cheek. “I didn’t hear anything,” you sobbed, “I’m not lying to you.”

Jax dropped the roll of tape on the floor. His hands covered his face as he rubbed his eyes, the words “jesus christ”, muttered through his teeth. Suddenly he stood up, pacing to the kitchen. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the flicking of a lighter. You sat there, bound by tape, in silence, afraid if you said anymore he would come back to finish you off. 

Some time had passed. Jax had paced the kitchen before venturing into your bedroom. You’d spent the last few hours weighing your options. You could try to run, but you wouldn’t get anywhere with your hands and legs bound together. If you could get to the phone in the kitchen you could call the cops, but he’d see you before you could even dial the numbers. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, trying to think of anything that may save you. Your planning was halted when you heard footsteps coming from the bedroom. Jax lowered himself down to you, pulling the knife from the sheath. He pointed it towards you, and you braced yourself, knowing any plan you could make was too late. You closed your eyes, awaiting your fate, when you heard the sound of tape ripping and your hands were released from the bind. You didn’t move a muscle. Jax’s eyes smoldered. “I’m not going to kill you.”

You pulled the tape from your wrists, stinging as you peeled back the residue from your skin. “You’re not?” “I can’t kill a woman. And even if I could, I can’t kill you.” He cut the tape binding your feet. You gulped, still sat in the chair as if the tape had never been cut in the first place. You could run now, you should run now, but you didn’t want to. 

“What about the outlaws?” your voice was almost a whisper. 

“I’ll handle them.” You watched as he began to walk towards the front door. “I’m really sorry for all of this, y/n. I just couldn’t do it.” His face was full of shame, his voice clouded in regret.

You didn’t have time to contemplate before you yelled, “wait!”

Jax stopped in the kitchen, “What?” 

“You can’t just go.” You leaned into your knees to stand from the chair, legs stiff from being in the same position all night. As you stood you stretched your legs creating instant relief as you walked towards him. Your mind yearned for the same relief your body had, but now you were just really fucking angry. “You bring me here, tell me I’m going to die, tape me up and then decide you’re not going to murder me anymore. Now you want to just leave? And pretend this never happened?” 

“I can’t stay.” He sounded guilty, and his lack of eye contact was further proof of this. 

“Why the hell not?”  You were standing arms length apart, looking up at the man who was tasked with your murder, yet now you were pleading with him to stay. “What are you even talking about, Jax?” You tried to step closer to him, but he inched back. 

“If I’m not killing you, I need to stop whoever is going to instead.” 

You didn’t respond, as you were still trying to understand why you needed to be saved at all. 

Jax softened, “I know you’re confused but this is the only way I can keep you safe.” 

“To keep me safe from you.” 

He took a deep breath, taking your face in his hands. His blue eyes had melted, any anxiety he had been wrestling with tonight had passed.

After everything that had happened, somehow, here, in this man’s presence, you felt safe. You now knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He held you there in his hands, searching your face, looking for a different way out. Something in that moment shifted, the air around you moved as if it were wrapping you in string, tying you to Jax, bringing you closer together. He leaned into you, kissing you on the head, seemingly like the beginning of a goodbye. But he didn’t speak, and no goodbyes came. Instead he placed his forehead along yours, breathing you in along with whatever thoughts plagued his mind. You didn’t understand how or why this was happening, and you got the idea that Jax didn’t know either. Before you could make sense of it, he took you into his hands and kissed you. He pulled your face tight to his, securing you to him by the grip his fingers had through your hair. The tension between you was palpable, every movement of his tongue against yours was fierce and urgent.

His hands released and lowered to your waist, pushing you into the open island in your kitchen as you stumbled backwards on your feet. The cold countertop was pressing against the back of your jeans, contrasted to the warmth of his mouth on yours, his hands now tugging at your waist band. 

He lifted his hand back to your face, feeling your lips beneath his thumb before sliding it down your neck. The corners of his mouth stretched into a smile as he kissed you. 

“I knew there was a reason I couldn’t kill you.”

His tongue lapped against yours, gentle and kind with every touch yet urgent with his hands on you. Groans fell from your throat in response.

You had feared this man all night, and now you were drunk from his lips, and utterly desperate for more.

———

part two

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[ravennaortiz]

Silent Leaving

Hello to any who reads this! This is my first time posting any of my stories for anyone but me or my close friends to read and honestly.... i'm terrified. Here it goes though!

Staring at the black knit beanie in your trembling hands you let the tears fall finally. You hadnt cried when Jax told you as you stood outside the prison gate. You hadnt cried as you went through the process of identifying his brutalized body nor had you cried in the van as Juice drove you home.

Home.....who were you kidding?This hadnt been home in months,probably years. You had done your part, been ever faithful and loyal no matter how many times he had failed you or chosen the club over you. You used to love the club but now....you had nothing but hate. Hate for the man who was suppose to love you, hate for your own flesh and blood whose desire for vengence had caused his death, hate for this town.

With renewed resolve you got in your closet yanking out a suitcase and started packing.

*Clubhouse*

Jax had stepped into the room where his best friend lay and took a deep breath before walking over to the open casket. "Ill watch over her brother" stated Jax as he tucked a photo from there childhood into Opies Kutte. His hand hit something like a pen and curious he pulled it out. He couldnt speak as he stared at the pregnancy test in his hand. Slowly the room filled with the remaining brothers and he sprinted out of the clubhouse. He already knew he would find your car gone. In less than twenty-four hours he had lost his best friend and his baby sister.

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[bluecruz97]

Sons of Anarchy One Shots Part.2

*In the clubhouse after a week-long run Juice is on the Computer, Jax walks in with tara while Y/N is sitting on Tig's lap on the couch.*

Y/N: So...Shower first?

Tig: Yeah, fuck Later?

T/N: Sure

Tig: Cool

Y/N: Cool

*Y/N and Tig walk to his room to shower and fuck as they discussed.*

*Extra*

Tara: Did they just discuss that in front of us?

*She said towards Jax and Juice.*

Juice: I don't think they notice us anymore.

*He says without looking away from the computer while Jax chuckles at the interaction.*

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[lanadelray-gurl]

I’m gonna start introducing my ocs on here☝️ so here’s my Sons of Anarchy oc

Faceclaim: Fiona Gallagher/Emmy Rossum

Name: Layla-Rose-Lloyd

Age:27-32

Height: 5’8

Weight:165lbs

Bike of choice: 2002 Harley-Davidson FLSTF Fat Boy

~Timeline~

Father and mother were in a biker gang that kept close ties with the SOA

Knew Jax and Opie since highschool.

Left California in 1995 before Opie and Jax got patched into SAMCRO

Came back to Charming in 2008(during the shows canon start)

Started a relationship with the SAMCRO after gaining contact with Jax after they met again during a gun run on the side of the road.

Becomes a prospect and then an official member (at the end of season 2 after half sack died. Basically taking his place)

Watches Jax struggle with his relationship with Tara and Wendy.

Her and Jax started a serious relationship after Jax struggled to stay with Tara.

More to come once I finish the show!!

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[yourwinchesterbros]

SUPERNATURAL MAYHEM Part one

The beginning of my favorite crossover is here! I’ve chosen to break this up into two parts as it added up to being over 10k words. Second part will be posted in a few days ✨ If you enjoyed this, please let me know! A like, reblog or comment means so much!

Word Count: 6.5k 

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader x Dean Winchester x Soulless Sam

Summary: A long unforgettable night leaves reader with a new view of the world, but will she choose to explore it? 

Authors Note: This is a crossover I've been searching for and one night decided to write! If you like both SPN and SOA, then you might enjoy this! HUGE THANK YOU TOO @alohomorasomnium​ for editing my flaws, you're simply the best! 

Warnings: Fairly tame, cursing, use of weapons, use of antidote, kidnapping, kissing, angst, some Dom behavior. 

 Darkness. It’s all you see around you, like an empty void ready to consume you. Your head is spinning, trying to make sense of your absence of sight. Your ears ring due to the deafening silence of your surroundings.  

Where am I? Is the first thought that breaks through the fog, echoing in your mind.  

Pain suddenly radiates through-out your body. You realize your shoulders, your collarbone, and your wrists all feel as if they’ve been battered black and blue. You try to shift around but somehow; your wrists are bound behind you. Your confusion grows, your mind fighting through the haze. You blink, feeling fabric brush against your long eyelashes. You try to think back to where you were before this, but even thinking is painful. You instinctively start to rub your temple against the bone of your shoulder in an attempt to push the rough, ratty material that you realize is blinding you. After a few attempts, an old twisted up cloth falls into your lap.  

You’re welcomed to the sight of more darkness. It appears you’re in a room, from what you can make out. Your eyes sting when exposed to all the dust that’s hanging in the air. You stifle a cough, irritated that you’ve been breathing heavily, inhaling basically asbestos at this point.  

What the fuck?  

You blink hard, all your senses coming alive with your eyesight regaining. Pain. Every part of your body aches, your hands are tied to a wooden foundation pillar behind you with what feels like old rope. Its split ends tear into your skin like sandpaper. You try moving your wrists around, to see if the rope will give way so you can free yourself, but it's no use. The bindings, if anything, tighten that much more from your movements. Giving you less and less room to work with. Whoever did this to you, had no intention of letting you go. You shudder at the thought of whoever this mysterious person may be, holding you captive. What they may want…

You refocus your attention, desperately trying to remember anything from before but you can’t seem to recall what happened. Was I at home? Work?

No, there’s no way you’d been snatched from the clubhouse while tending the bar. You must’ve been at home, sleeping?  

You lean forward, trying to use your body weight and the corner of the pillar to separate the rope, but it doesn’t work. As you contemplate your next course of action, a horrifying thought plaques your mind.  

How long have I been here? How long do I have to get out of here before they come back?

With that now in the forefront of your mind, you gain a new sense of urgency. Frantically, you try rubbing the homemade cuffs against the wood. You ignore the fact that the air is still clouded as your breathing deepens in an effort to free yourself. But once again, you fail. You growl in frustration, throwing your hands back against the wood, ignoring the dull aches seeping from the bruises on your battered wrists. As panic and adrenaline continue to take over, you scan your eyes over your surroundings once more, analyzing the area to see if anything can help you.  

With one little window above the wooden stationary table across the room from you, there really isn’t much of a light source. Just a delicate stream of moonlight, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air, stirred up from your panicked escape attempts. You think again, where the fuck was I? But you come up with nothing.

“God damn it Jax” You whisper to yourself. You knew this was coming, it came for all the women who dared to join the Prince of Charming in his tirades of violence. It was well known history that whoever stood next to Jax, had a death wish. Yes, believe or not, dating the President of a biker gang isn’t as glorious as it seems. Being an old lady makes you an instant target for the enemies of the sons, of which there are many.  

Who found you this time?

That’s right, this time. You’ve been kidnapped before. The Mayans followed you home one night. Before you even had the chance to turn the ignition off in your car, you were ripped out of the seat and taken for negotiation. Then there was the IRA. You were held hostage; your life was on the line once again. Literally on the phone line, with Jax on the other end telling Gaelan he would continue distributing for him in exchange for your survival. And now this. You know your luck is bound to run out. Your breathing quickens as you start to accept the reality of the situation. There’s no getting out this time. Is the club even aware that you’ve been taken? The question you keep coming back to is how long have you been tied up in this dingy basement? The fact that you don’t know the answer to that and probably never will, causes a pit of dread to form in your stomach.

“Fuck” you mutter under your breath as you roughly shut your eyes.

This song and dance is starting to get old. To what end is enough, finally enough? Each time your safety is questioned, you tell yourself that it’s too dangerous to go back, that you can’t handle the life; always watching your 6 as well as your 7-8-9.  

Yet each time you’re rescued, you’re consumed by the ways of the club, and always end up back to square one. The simple fact is you desire the life. The atmosphere, the people, the machines, the thrill... you feel you belong. That your role is meant to be at Teller-Morrow assisting those men in kutte, offering sanctuary and support for the women in tight dresses, to stand beside the old ladies and keep them on their toes. As for the president that sits at the head of the table; for him you’re the reason he stays resilient and clear-minded. Each time you get a chance to see how short-lived life is for those around the sons, you tell yourself you’re on borrowed time. That you need to walk away, that you will leave the life, but you know you speak the language of lies.  

“Quit your bitching” you mumble to yourself, thudding your head lightly against the wood. They’ll find you. They have too. The notorious band of killer bikers always do. You know how much you mean to Jax, and you know they’re probably already on the hunt looking for you. Jax calling all charters for assistance and letting the reaper inside him take the wheel.  

The reaper. That side of Jax, he can smell you. Feel your pull when he needs you. Everyone says that he’s the prince but really, he’s the god damn devil himself. He’s feared among warriors, he puts demons to shame. And your soul will always belong to him, no trade necessary.  

“I see you’re awake.”  

The sudden intrusion of your captors' grating whisper tears you from your thoughts as your whole body goes rigid. Your breathing falters at the realization that you’re no longer alone, your heartbeat getting louder and louder in the growing silence. You can feel the echoing of each beat in your ears. You wish you could turn it off and hide in the dark, in silence.  

“Shh... “The sound slithers from the shell of your right ear across the nape of your neck causing your hair to stand on end as it settles in your left ear. You can’t move, your body is frozen in shock, locked in a state of fear. You can’t even bear to look, to reveal the mystery.  

“It’ll be quick...” the voice drawls out, an underlying tone of excitement riding with it, riddling your skin with goosebumps.  

Just then, you’re startled by a muffled vibration from directly underneath your rear. Holy shit. You’ve had your shitty iPhone 4, in your back pocket this entire time. Regardless, you wouldn't have been able to snake it out from beneath you but the fact that it’s ringing on silent mode, gives you just enough confidence to believe you might get saved. You know it’s Jax trying to get a hold of you.

“Doesn’t matter” you manage to spill out. The two words are all you could say as you clutch onto your mask of composure.

“You won’t receive the same fate.” You whisper, staring ahead. Your eyes glues to an old piece of tape stuck on the wall in front of you as an anchor. You could feel it’s presence right beside you. Feel eyes burning into your flesh.  

“Look at me” the low voice says with a sharp hiss.  

You clench your jaw. You know you have to face your captor. It’s your best chance for an opportunity to escape or buy yourself more time.  

“You see” you start your attempt to distract.  

“When you’re in his grip, there will be no such thing as a quick death” you spit the words as you turn, to stare down your opponent.  

Your eyes grow wide, the second they make contact with hers. A shriek clambers out of your throat before you can even think to stop it, you try to rationalize what you’re seeing in front of you

“W-what are you!?” You scream at her, as you push yourself back as close as you can against the wooden pillar.  

You can’t believe your eyes, as they focus on the woman – no - thing, crouched in front of you.  

A smile slowly works its way onto her face. “I always forget how ignorant you humans are…so unaware of what’s lurking in the dark all around you”  

She creeps closer, stepping over your legs as she does so.  

It wasn’t the fact that her face, lips, arms, her entire body was covered in tattooed lines or that her expression seemed void of any emotion, but it was her eyes. They glowed deep blue. Her silhouette black against the navy hue emanating from her eye sockets. It was unnatural.  

“You’re a monster” You utter the words in disbelief, your eyes wide at the creature staring back at you.  

She advances again, giving you a better look at her disguised form. It looks starved, deprived of meals.  

“A Djinn” her voice echoes as she closes the space between you two. Your mind fills with confusion at her words. You feel her cold touch, gripping your chin. Before closing your eyes due to the blue light blinding you, your eyes focus on her tattoos and how they move… all travelling towards her hand, to her grasp on your face.  

Another wave comes rushing through you, but this time it’s peaceful. Not a nauseating sensation but a sense of euphoria. Your eyes roll back, as her toxins continue to seep into your pores. Your mind is abruptly cleared as a moment of clarity hits you. You find yourself in a different world, such as a dream. Your body completely relaxes without instruction. Everything feels… calm. Calm enough to let yourself fall further into the hallucination.  

“Grab the girl, I got this!” You hear a deep shout somewhere in the distance, or maybe it’s right in front of you. The now familiar haze in your mind makes it impossible to decipher. Maybe there is no voice at all.  

“Dean!” Another voice echoes nearby.  

You feel yourself losing consciousness as your hands are suddenly free from their restraints. Your vision starts spinning once again as you feel yourself being lifted from the ground. The motion of being airborne is enough to make you blackout due to being so vertiginous. The last thing you can remember is your arm wrapped around someone’s neck, as this person carries you in theirs. Your fingertips brush against slick, long hair.  

“Jax?” you weakly whisper before slipping into the darkness once more. 

                                                        ~

“Found it! Jax, I found her!” Juice shouts as he runs through the clubhouse, holding his laptop above his decaled head. Jax, who was just inches from walking out the front door snaps around, his face riddled with worry and downright anger.  

“Where!?” The president barks back, his glare piercing juice’s very soul. He wastes no time as he turns, continuing to the railing outside, which is accompanied by several Harleys. Following Jax were his comrades from the SOA crew.  

“Her cell just came back into service; the ping shows she’s 40 miles out headed towards Oakland. She’s on the highway right now” Juice said, placing the laptop on the outside bench and reaching for his helmet sitting on his bike.  

“Aye, Niners Jackie boy” Chibs speaks as he buckles his own helmet on. Jax looks into his brothers’ eyes with flared nostrils, seething.  

“If they fucking touch her- “

“Go get our girl and bring her back!” Bobby interrupts from the club door, hollering at the cavalry of big men in leather kuttes straddling their roaring machines.  

“I got this; you guys go!” He motions to the men to head out. The clubhouse is accompanying more and more bodies as Jax had ordered a lock down since the discovery of your disappearance. He has learned his lesson from previous threats, it’s the quickest way to make sure all the women, children and other men of mayhem are accounted for.  

Bobby chose to stay back and monitor in case the wrong people came knocking. He was doubtful that this was a distraction tactic but the one thing he did know, is that anything can happen. As he watched the bikers ride out, he was thankful for wearing his black shades, as he would have trouble believing his own concealed expression. There was a chance you weren’t making it back this time, and everyone knew.  

One by one, they follow their leader, silently preparing themselves for the worst. Jax however, was preparing for war while struggling with the ongoing battle in his head.

Jax hates, truly hates himself for being selfish. It’s exactly what this is. He hates that each time your life has been in danger, he has to face the picture of standing over top your headstone.  

Since you came back to Charming, Jax vowed to serve you, protect you, love you. He knew he was destined to be yours when you told him the life didn’t scare you, just the fear of losing him. You agreed to be his old lady, despite all the risks and stand by his side during all the chaos.

Even though Jax would never leave the club, he wishes he could. Every day he thought about how you deserved more. Just like him, you suffered sleepless nights, restless days, endless dry throat from all the cigarettes you smoked to ease the stress away. He thought about the way you startle each time your cell rings, adrenaline consuming you as you brace yourself to receive bad or very bad news. This life, it too affects you. He’s selfish because he holds your freedom in his hand. A better existence. Fuck, you’d do anything for this man no matter how deep it hurts. Yet, he’ll never set you free. You are the only light in his days of darkness, his one true love. This life isn’t easy, but no matter what, you always look evil right in the eye and challenge it. You’re a fighter, and you fight hard. It’s another reason why he loves you so effortlessly. You’d listen if he told you to walk away, to leave Charming and he knows it, but he also knows he’d find you dead before ever granting you that peace.  

He tries his damndest to keep his eyes dry, to override the blue with pure red hate, but regardless of his efforts, the tears fall, disappearing into the wind. He wreaks on the throttle harder, hoping the rumble would drown out his sorrow. 

                                                              ~

“Dean, It’s the only antidote we have, that blue eye freak got away. There’s a chance we’ll need this once we find her again and kill her for good.” The agitated voice spoke right beside you.

“Sammy, I’m not saying this again, give her the fucking antidote.” Someone responded from further away. It was hard to tell over the rumble of.. a car?  

“Such a waste, we don’t even know her!” You felt a grip tighten around your arm.

“Give it to her, now!”  

“Fuck!” You shriek as your arm is stabbed with a needle birthed from a large syringe. The sharp infliction snapped you out of whatever previous fog you were residing in or maybe it was the effect of the content that was administered into you.  

“That fucking hurt!” You shout, ripping your arm out of the stranger’s grasp and holding onto the spot that feels like its bruising already.  

“Yeah, well it was that or deteriorate due to your blood getting sucked out, disintegrating your brain” He responds, seemingly sarcastic whilst putting the needle away into a bag.  

“Jesus Christ” The voice comes from the driver seat. You look over at the rearview mirror in the darkness, suddenly catching a glimpse of deep green eyes accented by freckles as he drives underneath a spotlight. His face disappears as the dark of the night envelopes the inside of the car once more.  

You look up at the man who had been manhandling you in the backseat to find him staring back at you.  

“I think it worked” Sam says, looking passively towards the driver. You rub your eyes, as if when you open them again, you’d be back home.  

“Good, we’ll keep her at the motel. Try and stray the Djinn off her scent.”  

“Why? it would make more sense to use her as bait, draw the djinn back in and finish it off.”  

“She doesn’t need to be a part of it Sam.”  

“She became a part of it when she almost died, Dean.”

As you listen to these men banter your conscience becomes clearer. You have no idea where they were taking you, what had happened to the creature that was apparently about to feed on you, and what the SONS may be doing to find you. With rising confusion, you snapped.  

“Who the hell are you guys!?” You blurt out, interrupting their fight. “And what the fuck was that thing back there!?” You point your thumb towards the rear window.

“Because I swear when she touched me, it felt like… I was drifting away...” You shift yourself upwards in the leather seat, well more like a bench, in this vehicle that these men threw you into.  

You watch the man who sat in front of you, his broad shoulders rising as he clears his throat.  

“What you saw… is what you think you saw” Dean says slowly from up front, locking his eyes with yours from the mirror again. “She’s a monster… and she was trying to kill you”.  

“We really giving her the talk right now Dean?” Sam says with his eyebrows raised. You side-eye him, shocked by how comfortable this guy is. You wonder if this is something they’ve done before. “The less people know the better” He continues.

“Might as well, she saw too much and clearly she remembers, don’t you?” Dean asks you.

You rub your forehead with your fingers. This is all too much. This isn’t really happening, is it? You’ve spent the last year running away from thugs, for what? To run straight into the arms of monsters?

You scoff to yourself, then inhale deeply through your nostrils, eyes shut trying to center and organize your thoughts. You’re capable of handling a lot of bullshit, but this is next level. You make a silent agreement to figure out the truth first.  

You open your tired eyes, “Alright, one thing at a time.” You mutter just loud enough for them to hear.

“So, you’re Sam?” You point your finger at the long haired, flannel wearing giant who barely fits inside the car. He nodded; his eyes intense as he continued to analyze you. Maybe to see if the antidote was still working.  

“Sam Winchester” He speaks up.  

“Winchester… okay.” You whisper.  

You glance back to the rear mirror, searching for those earthy forest green eyes.  

“Dean, is it?” You question him in the dark as he continues driving down the wet highway.  

“That’s right sweetheart” You could hear the smirk on his lip, and you barely know the guy… Kidnapper, savior, whatever he is.  

you correct him by giving your name. “That’s a pretty name” Dean replies before his brother interjects with a huff.

“We’re brothers, we work this gig together” Sam says.  

You pause with your brows raised. “Gig … as in … killing monsters?” you speak slowly, feeling silly even saying the words.  

“We hunt monsters, then kill them. It’s sort of a family business” Dean explains.  

You stare at him in disbelief, jaw agape. “Okay…” You drawl out.  

“The thing that attacked you was a Djinn. They infuse their victims with poison, which acts as a hallucinogen, which you learned. As you dream away, they drain you of blood until you’re all dried up. The poison also seeps into your bloodstream slowly shutting down your entire system, hence why you needed the antidote.” Sam ever so calmly reveals what could have been your fate.  

“Right…” You shake your head, still trying to register all that has occurred. It doesn’t help that every time you close your eyes, you see that blue haze, scouring the inside of your eyelids like veins.  Just as you’re about to question more, a white sign with black fonts catches your eye as you speed by.  

“OAKLAND”

“Wait, wait, where are you guys going?” Your voice starts to raise as your panic quickly surfaces.

As if Dean can hear the unease in your tone, he responds softly.

“Back to our motel. You gotta stay there and we’ll go back out and finish the job. We’ll take you home when it’s safe”.  

You hear Sam scoff.

“Yeah no, I think I’ll manage just fine on my own actually. We need to turn around and head back to Charming, like now”.  You turn looking out the back window wondering if Niners are trailing the impala.  

“Oh yeah? Being tied up to a pillar is how you manage? How’d that work out again?” Dean questions, tearing his eyes from the road and meeting your gaze with furrowed brows.  

“Yeah, thanks for saving me, I get it” You spit back with your arms crossed, shooting a glare at Sam who clearly didn’t want to give you the antidote. He shrugs his shoulders back at you.  

“But listen, I’ve got bigger problems on my tail than this monster you guys are hunting, I need to get back to Samcro” You demand, catching Dean's eyes in yours.  

“I can’t do that” he says matter-of-factly as if he actually has control over you.  

“Hah” You laugh out loud. “Little do you know we’re probably being hunted right now” you say with a grin.  

“What are you talking about?” Sam turns to you.  

“I deal with real monsters on a daily basis, your worst nightmare is my constant” You speak with one brow raised. “Have you ever heard of a group called Sons of Anarchy?”

Dean stared at you through the mirror, you could just see his half smile cracking, showing a little bit of his perfect teeth “Oh? Those old boys that ride scooters?” he chuckles.  

And it was as if Dean had summoned Jax Teller, the Reaper himself because there it comes. The loud rumble of the Harleys, sounding like the impending hoof beats of the horsemen of the apocalypse arriving on the battlegrounds of war.  

“We got company” Sam states, as he crawls over the seat from the back to join Dean in the front, he opens up the glovebox and pulls out a pistol.  

“Guys, guys just pull over” you try to suppress the panic in your throat. The last thing you need tonight is to get caught in the middle of a full-blown drive by.  

Just like that, the men in kutte open fire while they gain speed. That’s their first warning to the brothers to pull over. They intentionally miss the impala as they presume you’re inside.  

“Fuck that” Dean curses as he slams on his brake causing an ear-piercing squeal followed by the stink of burning tires - a sharp punch to the nose.  

“Jesus!” You spit as you hold onto the seat in front of you to brace yourself.  

“Stay in the car” Dean commands as he and his brother step out, slamming the doors behind them.  

“For fucks sakes” you mutter underneath your breath as you attempt to crawl over the seat yourself.  

The Harleys come to a screech themselves as the men all then quickly step off their steeds. Each one, reaching and pulling out their weapons to point at the brothers. The sounds of Glocks being cocked simultaneously, echo into the night.  

Sam and Dean follow suit, raising their own guns, facing the crew.

“Jackie boy, these guys are looking a little too white to be niners” The Scotsman shouts to his president.

“She’s with them” Jax murmurs lowly. His skin screaming, he knows you’re in the impala, he can feel it. He takes his helmet off before hanging it on the clutch.  

The blonde man is yet to be armed as he plucks a cig from his pack in an all too calm manner. He slows his strides as he walks over to the brothers in his famous swag, one white sneaker in front of the other. He places his smoke in between his lips before pausing to light the end. His sharp framed face looks eerie, as the light from the flame casts shadows across his cheekbones.  

In the still air the crackle of his intake is loudly audible. The smoke drifting from his nostrils before he exhales

His stance expelled power. His feet planted widely apart from each other, one hand to his mouth assisting his smoke. The other clutching his belt buckle. He let his hand fall down, exhaling once more before breaking the silence and the hair-pulling tension.

“Give her to me” He finally speaks, in a low haunting tone. His eyebrows raise with his words before furrowing. He can see your shadow moving in the vehicle, bringing an instant blanket of relief over him.  

“Not gunna happen, pretty boy. Unlike you guys, trafficking isn’t really our style.” Dean spits out, never wavering his raised hand, gripping his gun. He can only assume these guys wanted to hurt you, that they used you for whatever needs they required. The fact that they’re chasing you down, guns out, demanding for you like some piece of property, enraged him to his very core. He never liked gangs to begin with but a biker gang? What a joke. He’s familiar with the Sons of Anarchy as he’s a man of research whenever he goes into any new town to hunt. Within moments of searching up Charming, the notorious Men of Mayhem found their way onto the Google search page. They seem to cause trouble, attend a charity here and there, then more trouble again. Their reputation, other than running a consensual brothel which is right up Deans ally, bothers him.  

Jax lets out a chuckle, flicking his lit bud to the side of the road. Before it can land onto the wet concrete, Jax pulls out his own piece and points it right at the shorter, dark-haired brother. The taller one flinches at his motions, looking over at Dean. Jax could tell he was trying to read his face, to navigate their game plan.  

The Impala door squeaks open, and a light thud sounds as you stumble onto the road as you pull yourself out.  

“Wait! Don’t shoot” You call out, causing all the men to turn their attention to you. Jax’s breathing stops as he watches you approach him.  

Abruptly, Sam puts his hand across your torso, blocking you from your path; his other still holding the gun.  

“Get your fucking hand off of her” Jax then points the gun at Sam as the men behind him holler with rage.

“Move” you mutter as you shove his hand off, continuing towards Jax unphased as you walk to him in line of his weapon. 

Dean calls out your name, watching you walk to the leader, his heart pounding while thinking the worst.  

Jax scowled at the sound of your name coming out of another man's mouth. He keeps his eyes on Dean as he clutches your waists and pulls you into him. The brothers seemed utterly perplexed that you weren’t a target; more so a member.

With a scowl still residing on his face, he finally breaks the eye contact from Dean to you.

“You okay Darlin’?” He murmurs to you as you lean into him.  

“Yeah, I’m fine, get them to put their guns away Jax” you motion to the armed crew behind him “they didn’t hurt me” He tilts his head at you with confusion, his icy cobalt eyes scanning your face.  

You turn to the brothers, their concern growing. You knew they didn’t want them knowing about their... occupation. You remembered what Sam said earlier “The less people know, the better”

You look back at your dark prince.  

“They saved me Jax, I was tied up in a house” you start to explain “I’m pretty sure it was the Niners, but… I can’t remember shit” you rub your head as you blatantly lie through your teeth.  

The brothers were first to lower their guns, Dean raising his hands in surrender.  

“She’s telling the truth” He says, speaking directly to Jax.  

“We were in the area, heard her screaming, thought we’d check it out.”  Sam explains.

“Did you see them?” Jax asks, clutching your waist tighter, bringing his gun down.

“No, by the time we showed up, it was just her'' Sam pitches. “We untied her, carried her out of the house, just trying to help her”.  

“Aye, and what were the two of you planning on doing to ... help her?” Chibs spoke out as he grabs his scarred cheeks, trying to conceal the pure hell boiling internally. He doesn’t trust these guys as far as he can throw them. Nothing about this made sense.  

Dean scoffs, shaking his head. “She might be right, maybe they do see worse shit than we do” he says, mumbling to his taller brother.  

With a dry chuckle, Sam responds “Yeah, you’re telling me”.

Jax releases you, as he tucks away his piece before sliding both hands into his pockets motioning his chin at them with his jaw clenched.  

“Wanna tell me why you two are driving around Charming in some shit impala then? Besides searching for women in distress?” Jax speaks sharply, his words laced with hostility.  

Dean closes his eyes slowly, his hand curling into a fist. “Shit impala” being repeated in his head. That car is his baby.

“We’re just driving through; we’ll be out of here by tomorrow” Sam intercepts knowing damn well his brother is still trying to recover from that comment.  

“Tonight” Jax demands through gritted teeth. He wanted these men out of sight. It didn’t add up, the Niners haven’t had beef with the SONS. Why were you taken? Why did you stay with them? Did they make you feel safe? Was he not enough?   

“Tsk” the click of Dean's tongue echoes down the highway before he purses his lips.  

“Or what?” he says with a half-smile. He couldn’t help it, he liked to get under people's skin and there was something about Jax that just pissed him right off. It was the entitlement, or maybe it was the fact that you were so calm about the matter, around guns, around bad men. He wondered what kinds of hell they put you through in order to be so tough-skinned.  

“Fuck around and you’ll find out” Opie utters, stalking up to join his blood brother in their battle of wills against these two posers. Settling his deadly glare on the taller one with the mop of hair on his head.  

“Oh, like how you found her?” Dean snaps back, his voice a deep rasp. “Maybe you should take better care of your women or better yet, maybe I should stay in town, just to make sure she stays alive, cause if it wasn’t for us buddy, she’d be cold by now.” He motions his index finger at you.  

Your President jerks forward but before he can get his hands on Dean standing in front of him, you shove yourself in his path, grabbing his kutte in fistfuls. Glaring at his brothers over his shoulder to back down.  

“Jax” you breathe, looking up at him “They’re not a threat!”  

“I really don’t give a shit” He says, leveling you with his dark eyes. That’s when you know he’s plotting his revenge for you later on. Disappearing doesn’t go unpunished, even if you were kidnapped.

You swallow hard. This isn’t the man that was smitten by you, how his eyes would sparkle at the sight of you, the man that appreciated hearing your two cents, the man that would softly ask you to listen to him when he was frustrated, no. This was the Reaper, and he’s very unforgiving. You know when you’re out of bounds with him, and as of right now you’re on the tipping edge. You blink rapidly realizing just how affected he is by the words spat by Dean. You release his kutte from your hands, feeling his anger radiating from his body. Before you can speak, he cuts you off.  

“Sit your ass down on the bike and shut your mouth” he says to you coldly.  

That was a direct order. You’re grateful for the dark of the night as it hides the growing red in your cheeks. You hate when he embarrasses you in front of his soldiers like that. You can feel the looks of concern settling on you, the men in kutte don’t particularly like it either but, that’s what being an old lady entails and you signed up for it.  

Dean watches you with Jax, his entire body tense with rage. He can’t even begin to understand the relationship you share with this man. He can’t fathom how you’re a part of a gang. You seemed so innocent, so defenseless tied up to that pillar in the cellar. Yet here you stand, next to the President of murderers. Hell, he barely knows you but for some reason, he doesn’t want to leave you there. Not until he knows for sure, that you truly feel safe.  

The air is so silent you could hear a pin drop. You slowly make your way over to Jax’s Harley, quietly slipping on his helmet and swinging a leg over the seat. You keep your gaze down, eyes locking onto a little pebble sitting by the kickstand of Jax's bike.

Jax analyzes Dean, how he watches your every step. He grows more and more infuriated as he witnesses Dean struggling not to call out to you, like he thinks he’s some knight in shining armor ready to rescue you from the Dark Prince you’ve seemed to settle with. It looks as if he is worried about you. And Jax simply doesn’t like that.  

“Hey, you gunna be okay?” your head snapped up at Dean who called out to you. His forehead creased with lines as he awaited your response. His carelessness was going to get him killed.  

“Don’t fucking talk to her” Jax shouts as Opie intervened, standing in between. 

“Ill be fine” you responded to Dean in the smallest voice, that it squeezed his heart. You feel guilt rising as you deliberately ignore the glare from Jax for disobeying his orders.  

“Tonight it is then” Sam states, not wanting to pursue this any further. His focus was on hunting, not this ‘who’s dick is bigger’ pit fest. He turns to Dean, nodding his head to the impala. “Let’s go”.  

Dean remains in his stance, his eyes flicker back at Jax once more, letting out a scoff before following Sam.   

“Hey brother, we’ve got the clubhouse on lockdown still. We should get back.” Opie turns to face Jax, trying to read his expression.  

“Time to let these wankers get on the road aye?” Chibs joins in. “She’s safe n with us now” 

Jax stares at the mystery brothers with his brows furrowed. Absorbing all the details of their features, their car, their potential baggage. He would be sure to remember them if they ever step foot near his town again and more importantly, come near you.  

Nothing more had to be said between the standoff of Jax and Dean, their eyes said enough. Jax turns, patting Opie’s chest. “Let’s go brother” he commands.

Collectively the men begin to board their steeds.  

You peer up from your lashes, feeling his presence as he walks towards you. He slips his black leather gloves on and by surprise he grips your face, squeezing your cheeks together before giving you a hard kiss.  

It’s clear he is marking his territory in front of the brothers; you really aren’t sure why he’s so threatened by the two. You deal with perverse men on the daily, but Jax very seldom had this reaction. He releases your cheeks, glaring towards Dean as he stood watching the two of you before opening the impala door. Once Jax sits on the Harley, you wrap your arms around his waist.  

Discreetly you look at the Impala once more, to see Dean looking back at you through his side mirror. You wanted to tell him that you’re thankful he saved your life, to tell him that you’re safe in this club. Well for the most part anyways. You wanted to apologize for the way the sons greeted them. But you knew this was the last interaction you’d have with the Winchesters.  

Your heart sinks when the engine turns over. You don’t like this feeling of uncertainty residing within you. You have so much more to learn about, this whole deal with monsters? Is this Djinn still tracking you down? Are you watching the only people that could protect you, drive away out of town, out of your life? You’re left with so many questions and an atmosphere that makes you feel incredibly alone.  

The machine below you roars to life, rumbling underneath you, the sound growing louder as Jax steers around. He then squeezes the clutch, and revs his engine, causing the tires to spin out spitting up gravel on the side of the highway which coincidentally patters the rear of the impala before heading back to the direction they came from.

BANG!

Your shoulders dip, your ears ring slightly at the sound of a gun going off. You frantically release one hand off Jax, to turn and look behind you, the wind causing your hair to blow across your face. Your eyes scan, as you’re worried that they had killed the brothers. Tig was the last one following the comrade, holstering his Glock with a smirk across his face. With a sigh of relief, you see Sam step out of the impala, to inspect what appeared to be a side mirror blown into pieces on the ground.  

The last thing you saw was Dean stepping out with his hands behind his head, before dropping his arms in frustration. You truly feel bad for them, they don’t deserve this treatment. Surely anyone who offers a hand in protecting your life would be put on a pedestal by Jax but this time, it seemed as if death was as good a reward as any. You feel his chuckle through his kutte, as he’s pleased with Tig’s style of amusement. You place your hands back around Jax, pressing your cheek up against his back. With shut eyes, you try to mentally prepare yourself for the chaos awaiting you back at the clubhouse.  

But due to the exhaustion of the night, you drift in and out of sleepiness on the way back to Charming, your mind replaying the scene of those deep green eyes, accented by freckles underneath the passing streetlights.  

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RIDE OR DIE (THE PRESIDENT'S DAUGHTER)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my character, Letitia Morrow, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the gifs that are used throughout this book. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google, which I will clarify. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights of those should go to the rightful creators. I also DO the aesthetics, covers, tags and trailers that are made. Please do not steal them. HOWEVER most of the images you see in this book are made by A.I imaging unless stated otherwise.

WARNING (Mature Audience Only)⚠️: violence, murder, gore, coarse language, mental health issues, domestic violence, drug and alcohol use, and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. If any of these are a trigger for you, please take caution if you decide to continue. 

[ RIDE OR DIE! ]

Prologue

A Trunk Full of Problems

[Pre-Season One]

" There are two sides to my daughter; the angelic side of her mother and the devious side of me. And you never know which side you're gonna get from one moment to the next. She can switch just like that. "

~ CLAY MORROW to JUICE ORTIZ

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CAST

Emmy Rossum as Letitia Morrow

Penn Badgley as Lewis Mckenna 

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TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: Mentions of domestic abuse, a shooting, minor gore and some coarse language.

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LETTY'S CAR

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LETTY'S OUTFIT

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LETTY'S TATTOOS

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A TWENTY ONE YEAR OLD LETITIA MORROW sped down the highway so fast if she took a wide corner her car would most likely turn over. Apart of her was dreading seeing the 'Welcome to Charming' sign. Letty or Lett, as she was called by many of the small town's residences, speed increased, while tears streamed down her beaten and bruised face. A dark purplish bruise hung under her left eye, her bright cherry lips had grown two sizes too big, as blood oozed out of the corner of her mouth. 

Pressing her foot down on the gas, made her engine let out a loud roar, as a sob escaped her lips when she aggressively rubbed her blood stained hands onto her ripped jeans. Her tears continued to flow like a tap, as the memories of the night prior flashed through her mind like an old movie projector. 

A blood curdling scream echoed in her ears, as she gasped, her eyes shot wide open at the sight of a car inches away from colliding with her front bumper, their bright head lights shinning into her eyes, almost blinding the brunette. 

Her shaky hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, as she turned it, managing to dodge the oncoming car without damaging her beautiful mustang - Thank God or her dad would have killed her. 

The car was in fact her baby. She received him on her sixteenth birthday from her father, who just so happened to be the President of Samcro, Clay Morrow. 

Her father and her had a complicated relationship, childhood worth of resentment hung heavy for Letty, and she was just as stubborn as him, so any chance she got, she liked to remind him how much he wasn't there for her growing up. Sometimes they were too similar, because of this, they constantly butted heads. But at the end of the day they loved each other deeply and were very protective over one another - they would quite literally kill for each other. 

Admittedly, it had been a few years since Letty had been back to Charming, she had moved pretty quickly after she graduated from high school, not wanting to end up some Sons' old lady like Gemma. God, she loved that woman like a mother, but she did not want to turn out like her. 

Gemma and Letty had a close relationship. Letty's mother died in 1987 during an emergency c-section. And when her father married Gemma, she became mum to her, as she had helped raise her pretty much since birth, making her the woman she is today. 

Gemma was the one person Letty was worried to see, as she headed towards the club house. After she left, they had talked on the phone a few times here and there, but it wasn't the same. Gemma didn't fully support her leaving town, so she wasn't excited about the lecture she would mostly definitely receive when they came face to face again after three years. 

Her eyes travelled to the back seat of her car at the many bags she stuffed inside, knowing she couldn't return to her house in Los Angeles, not after what happened the night prior with her boyfriend of three years, who she met during her freshman year of college, where she went onto complete a diploma in nursing. 

That was probably the hardest thing about her decision to race back home to Charming, having to quit a job she loved with people she loved. But she was sure she'd be able to pick up a nursing job at the hospital easy, as they always seem to be short staffed. 

As she passed the out dated 'Welcome to Charming' sign, which hadn't been updated since she was born, maybe even longer, a cold chill ran down her spine. She wonder what the small town of Charming would have in stall for this next chapter of her life. Because one thing was for sure, Charming was never boring, there was always something happening, whether it was good or bad that was up for interpretation. 

Sure, she was happy to see her old friends and family. There was Jax and Opie, who were like her older brothers growing up. Before she had left she got pretty close with Opie's wife Donna, while Opie was inside. Donna actually helped Letty look for colleges far away from Charming and Samcro, thinking if she couldn't get out of the crippling town herself and away from the toxicity of the club, she'd want someone to, who else more deserving than the sweetheart that was Letty Morrow. 

She'd love to see all the boys again. Chibs, Bobby, Tig and Piney were all in the waiting room of the maternity ward when Letita Loraine Morrow was brought into this world. They all actually got kicked out for smoking a couple fat cigars. A story that was continuously told throughout her life, the boys thought it was pretty funny, mainly trying to shine some light on the day they lost a good woman, Loraine Morrow, the most caring woman you'd ever meet, a trait her daughter inherited. 

Letty was close with them all, but Chibs was like a second father to her, so even when her dad wasn't around much when she was a kid, Chibs was there to fill that emptiness in her heart. 

Piney was someone she loved to call her crazy grandpa, she had actually went to calling him Pops or Poppy at a young age. 

And Bobby and Tig were like her eccentrically crazy uncles that would willingly get her plastered, partying right into the night together - she loved them to death. 

As Letty finally pulled into Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair Shop, that was used as a front for their motorcycle club's dealings, she gave herself a small pep talk inside her head, 'It's going to be okay. Sure, you haven't seen most of these people in years, but you got this. It'll be fine'. In fact, she was so deep in her own thoughts and still pretty hysterical, that she didn't realise how far she actually drove into the large compound and before she knew it...BANG! 

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A loud CRASH! Followed by a continuous horn caught the Sons' attention from inside the Chapel. Like any other day, the boys sat around the table discussing current business, before they were oh-so-rudely interrupted. 

Instantly, they were all on their feet, their senses on high alert, because when you were apart of a motorcycle club that did questionable dealings, you should always expect the worst. Each member had a hand clamped around their gun that sat on their hips; ready to draw it if need be. 

Clay Morrow held up a hand, signalling from them all to stay put. Placing a finger to his lips, he motioned with his head for them to quietly follow him outside. 

Making it outside and around the back of the large compound, they all noticed the familiar red mustang, which had clearly crashed into the garage sliding door. 

"Jesus Christ!" Clay hissed under his breath, running hand through his white-blonde hair, as he released his grip from his glock. Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Bobby Munson, Piney Winston, Tig Trager and Opie Winston, followed suit, relaxing slightly. Although, both Juice Ortiz and Half-Sack Epps were still clearly on high alert - what the hell was going on? 

Concern and worry had washed over the older members' faces, Clay being the first one to rush over to the car. But all of them sighed in relief when the driver's side door opened and a girl with long, brown, curly hair stepped out of the vehicle. Juice and Half-sack had held back; having no idea what was happening. 

"Daddy!" Letty immediately broke down at the sight of her father, instantly running into his arms and soaking his chest with tears, as she sobbed. And as Juice watched the scene unfold, he felt a small pang in his heart for the poor girl. 

Clay pulled back, holding the woman at arms length, as he cupped her beautiful face. And once Juice finally got a good look at her features, his jaw almost hit the floor. She was hot. No, not hot...Gorgeous. He honestly thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his whole life. And he had been with his fair share of beautiful women, but not one of them held a candle to Letty Morrow.

"Honey, what happened--?" Clay started to ask, before his face fell, noticing the state she was in and the bruises that scattered her entire body, not just her face. "Did he beat you again?" Clay's whole face turned murderous, as he tightly gripped his daughter's shoulders, which made her wince in pain. 

All the girl managed was a nod of her head, which only angered Clay more. 

"I'm gonna fucking kill him!" the man clenched his fists, as he started to storm towards his bike, but Letty was quick to grab his arm. 

"No! You're not going anywhere," she declared, sending her father a stern look. 

Yanking his arm back, he glared at his only daughter, "Don't tell me what I'm gonna fucking do. He put his hands on you, baby!" 

"I understand that," she said, matching his tone. If the situation wasn't so serious the boys would of had a laugh at how quickly father and daughter had started arguing. It was always said, 'You can't have Clay and Letty in the same room for too long or a storm would brew'. 

Clay went to open his mouth to argue once again, but Letty cut him off and continued with what she was saying, "That's why I took care of it," she said in a tone of voice that gave nothing away, her face even remained solemn, so you couldn't even read her facial expressions to guess what she meant by that statement. 

Clay furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What does that even mean?" he slightly snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration. 

"I came here because I need your help," she stated, making her way over to her car, Clay and the boys followed after her as she started to unlock her boot. Pulling the door open, the boys leaned over to look inside and their eyes widened at the sight of a man all tied up with a gun shot wound on his lower region, his blood staining the lining of the boot. 

"You stupid fucking bitch!" Lewis Mckenna hissed, glaring bloody murder at his girlfriend of three years, as he thrusted around, trying to get free from the tight binds. "You actually fucking shot me! Oh, my God, you shot me in the dick!" he cried, looking down at his wounded genitals that oozed with blood. 

While amusement was clear on the older members' faces, Juice and Half-Sack were watching on, completely confused, but also very intrigued, watching this all play out like it was a brand new movie at the cinemas. All they were missing was popcorn. 

"And I should of done worse, you fucking cock sucker!" she sneered, shooting daggers with her eyes at her latest ex-boyfriend. 

A growl sounded from the back of Lewis' throat, as his glared up at her hatefully, "I'm going to fucking kill, you crazy bitch--!" 

The guy's threat was cut short by an elbow to the face, knocking him out cold, "That's enough out of," Jax smirked, owner of said elbow, earning him a chuckle from the girl that was basically his sister, they gave each other enough wedgies growing up to justify that. 

"As you can see..." she said to her father, putting on her best, 'I'm sweet and innocent' look "...I fucked up." 

"Yeah, you should of went for the head," Clay hissed, looking at the man in complete disgust, like he was the piece of gum under his shoe. 

"I thought it showed creativity," Letty pouted like a five year old who was just refused ice cream for dinner, crossing her arms over her chest. "So sue me," she shrugged nonchalantly. 

"I thought it was pretty creative, darlin'," Tig stated with that somewhat sinister smirk of his. "Take away a man's equipment -Worse and most painful punishment there is." 

"Thanks, Tigga," she said, sending the man a kind smile. Her nickname for Tig came from when she was a toddler and just learning to say a few words here and there, so when Tig tried to teach her his name or his nickname, she kept just getting excited repeatedly yelling her favourite cartoon character's name and the nickname just stuck ever since. 

Clay shot his Sergeant in Arms a glare, "Don't encourage her," he scolded. 

Tig raised his hands in mock-surrender, "Hey! She's your daughter."

Clay's glare sharpened at his words, making him take a step back, his hands still raised, "That's all I'm saying." 

"Letty?!" the voice of Gemma Teller-Morrow sounded from behind the girl. The woman had stepped out of the office to investigate what the commotion was all about, she didn't recognise the woman at first, squinting her eyes, as she blocked out the sun's UV rays with her hand. And that's when she saw it, the face she hadn't seen in nearly three whole years. One she'd recognise from a mile away.

Letty was quick to whip her head around and a smile immediately graced her face as she spotted Gemma striding over to her in a quick pace. 

"Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in," chuckled Gemma, as she reached the girl, looking at her fondly. 

"Gemma," Letty beamed, bringing the woman into a hug. 

"Gemma?" the woman frowned in confusion as they parted. "What happened to Mum?" she questioned, tilting her head to the side, as she raised an eyebrow, staring the girl down. "Been gone too long, you forgot who raised your skinny ass," she teased, cupping the girl's chin as she gave her face a playful shake. "Huh?" 

Letty chuckled, shaking her head amusingly, "Never." 

Gemma smiled, wrapping her arm around her step-daughter's shoulders, before leading her back over to her car and examined the contents of her boot, a hum leaving her lips, "This is the boyfriend I'm guessing?" 

"Ex-boyfriend," Letty corrected. 

"Well, they can't say you don't know how to make an entrance." 

"Well, you know..." she said, shrugging nonchalantly. "I gotta keep the old man on his toes," she said, flashing her father a cheeky smirk, as she sent him a wink, earning a playful glare in response.

Gemma let out a loud chuckle, snapping her head back in amusement, "Well, what do you say, why don't we leave the boys to clean up this mess you created, and you and I grab a cuppa and catch up?" she asked, as she started to guide the girl back over to her father's office. "It's been so long. I've missed you around here, baby!" Gemma beamed happily, as she rubbed her shoulders - glad her daughter was back. 

"Yeah, I've missed you guys, too," Letty said, and it was true, she did. She never wanted to leave the people. She wanted to leave the club and small town life behind. 

Meanwhile, Juice was in a hypnotic state, his eyes watching Letty closely as she walked away, he was practically drooling over her, "She's beautiful, isn't she?" he whispered to Half-Sack in a monotone voice. Juice didn't think about who was around at that moment, as the words slipped from his lips. 

"Yeah," Half-Sack rapidly nodded his head in agreement, while he was actually drooling over her and had to readjust the spring in his jeans. "Hard to think she came from Clay," he chuckled. 

"Hey!" Clay whacked both the zombie like boys on the back of the head.

"Ow!" they both hissed simultaneously, rubbing the back of their heads. 

"Both of your ugly mugs better not be thinking what I think your thinking about," he warned, pointing a stern finger in their faces. 

"Hell no, sir" Half-Sack immediately uttered, his eyes awkwardly finding his feet when he looked away from the girl, not knowing where else to look in the mean time. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Clay shot back with narrowed eyes. 

"Damn," Juice whistled, his eyes still locked on the girl, who was now inside, sipping a coffee as she talked with Gemma, still visible through the window, as he remained in his hypnotic state. 

"Oh, Juicy Boy," Tig chuckled amusingly, coming over to wrap his arm over the boy's shoulders, giving him a light pat. "She's gonna chew you up and spit you out." 

"Ain't that the truth," Opie agreed, shaking his head in amusement - Juice could not handle a girl like Letty Morrow, not in the slightest. Stronger men have tried and let's just say, it didn't end well for them. 

Clay joyfully chuckled, finding the boy's crush on his daughter kind of hilarious, knowing she had no interest in dating a Son. He would have applied the rule when she turned eighteen himself, but she had already stated she would never date one of his 'brothers' way before that. 

"There are two sides to my daughter; the angelic side of her mother and the devious side of me. And you never know what side you're gonna get from one moment to the next. She can switch just like that," he said, clicking his fingers together, as a sinister smirk tugged at the corner his lips. "So, this should be fun to watch, aye, boys?" he mocked, as they all roared with laughter. 

Poor Juice had no idea what he was getting himself into; swooning over the President's daughter. 

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Originally Published on Wattpad on the 10/03/2024

A/N:

Please not, all Images were created by Bing's AI generator. Although, the title tag at the top was made by me.

Let me know what you thought of the Prologue to my Sons of Anarchy Fanfiction - Ride or Die.

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Sons of Anarchy 🥀

just a random SOA post about my favorite characters because why not? I so miss this show.

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Best Served Cold (7/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Sophie learns not all consequences are bad as SAMCRO embraces her after she saved Gemma.

Word Count: ~3900

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

“My car?” Sophie asked as they walked into St. Thomas. 

Jax laughed. “Sent Sack for it. It’s safe and waiting for you at TM.”

“I know it’s silly given everything else.”

“Nah,” Jax said, smile in his voice as he wrapped his arm around her waist. “It’s normal, and I know how you feel about that car.” 

Walking down the hallway, she saw a mass of leather-clad bikers. For a moment, the walls contracted around her. She’d been down a hallway like this, seen bikers loitering in the halls like this. That time, she’d been too late. That time, she’d allowed harm to come to her family. Blinking back tears, she forced herself to be in the present, to remind herself that everyone was fine. Then all she saw was leather because each biker took turns pulling her into a massive hug. 

“So glad you’re alright,” Chibs told her.

Tig held her face gently in his hand, turned it left and right, brows knit in confusion. “Thought she shot you?” 

“Nah,” Jax said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, chin resting on the top of her head. “Soph shot the bitch in the shoulder. The other shot went wide.” 

Tig’s whole face lit with a smile. “You ever get tired of Jax, sweetheart, I’ll let you make an honest man out of me.” 

Sophie snorted. “I don’t know that anyone could make an honest man out of you, and I like you too much to insult you by trying.” 

Smile still on his face, Tig ruffled her hair before moving back. 

“She here?”

Sophie glanced up, saw Clay walking towards her. She’d never seen him look so serious, and she gulped at the intensity of his gaze. 

“Clay - ”

“Not now, Jackson.” 

Sophie moved herself from Jax’s arms, thankful he didn’t fight her on it too much and faced the SAMCRO president head-on. When Clay’s arms wrapped around her, she felt the whole atmosphere change. She hadn’t known what to expect from the man, but, when she felt a few tears escape his eyes to land on her neck, she understood. Whatever else these men were, they, like her, loved their families. 

“Thank you,” he whispered against her skin. “I don’t know what I would have done if - ” 

Sophie nodded. She understood far more than he knew. No one deserved the fate that might have awaited Gemma tonight. The fate that Olivia had faced. 

Clay pulled back, rested his hands on her shoulders. “Whatever you need, Sophie. Anything. You say the word, and I’m there.” 

Sophie smiled up at him, tears pricking her eyes. “Thanks. I’m just glad I was there to help her.” 

Clay nodded. “Gemma wants to see you.” 

She followed him down the hall to Gemma’s room. She smiled up at Sophie when they walked in. No bruises on her face, no cuts, no vacant expression. No tears. Something warm nestled in Sophie’s chest as she stared at Gemma.  

“Can you give us a minute, baby?” she asked Clay. 

“Sure thing. I’ll be outside when you’re done.” 

Sophie nodded, waited until Clay left before crossing over to where Gemma lay in the bed. Nearly collapsing into the chair at her bedside, Sophie managed to get a grip on Gemma’s hand before her face fell forward and the tears streamed freely down her face. For once, Gemma didn’t say anything, didn’t ask her any questions, but she could feel them in the air above them. Instead, Gemma carded her fingers through Sophie’s hair, which only made her cry harder because Gemma was the one hurt - alive, but hurt and here she was the one getting taken care of. 

“It’s okay, baby, let it out.” 

After a few more minutes of crying, Sophie lifted her head, wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled at Gemma. 

“How are you feeling?”

Gemma gave her a wry smile. “Like I got hit in the back of the head.” 

The response startled a laugh out of Sophie. “I’m so glad it’s not worse.” 

“Thanks to you.” Gemma paused, settled back against the blankets. “Whatever it was that brought you to Charming has something to do with what almost happened to me tonight. Trust is a fragile thing. Which is why I’m not going to ask today. SAMCRO takes care of its own.” 

“I’m not SAMCRO.”

Gemma smiled indulgently at her. “You are now, sweetheart.” 

Sophie frowned. “The way you say that, you make it sound almost like a threat.” 

“No, baby,” Gemma said, voice soft. “Not a threat. Even if it was, wouldn't work on you. It’s a good thing. Those men out there - ” Gemma gestured towards the door. “They protect their family, just like you. Tonight, you became part of that family. That’s what SAMCRO is.” 

How did she tell Gemma that she didn’t deserve it? How could she possibly explain her guilt? Each time she closed her eyes she saw Olivia’s lifeless body lying in that hospital bed. 

“One day, Sophie, you’ll trust us enough to let us help you. Whatever you need, whatever trouble you’re in - you’re not alone anymore.”

Not knowing what to say, Sophie stood from the chair. She fiddled with Gemma’s blanket, fluffed her pillow. “You should get some rest.” 

Gemma looked at her with a mix of understanding and disappointment in her eyes. “You too, baby.” 

This fucking town and its nicknames. Sophie wasn’t sure she was ready to take on another family. She hadn’t managed to keep her last one whole. Shutting the door behind her, Sophie closed her eyes, leaned back against it and took a deep breath. 

“You okay, babe?”

Jax’s head was ducked, shoulders rolled forward, hands shoved in his pockets so he could look up at her, find her eyes. As unthreatening a posture as he knew. She nodded. Allowed him to pull her into his chest. Breathing in the smell of him, the leather and cigarettes, she found some balance. All the bullshit with Zobelle aside, she liked Charming. Enjoyed being around the guys. Loved the way Jax always needed to be touching her in some way - as though to remind himself (and her) that they were connected. Maybe she didn’t deserve another family, but that didn’t prevent her from wanting one. Hope they’d accept the tattered pieces of herself - it was the best she could do. If she had any luck left, they might forgive her when they learned the whole truth. 

Sophie leaned back, smiled weakly up at Jax. “I’m gonna go grab a cup of coffee. I’ll be back.” 

“I’ll come with you,” Jax said, falling into step with her. 

She pressed her hand to his chest. “I need a minute to myself. I haven’t had a minute alone since it happened, and while I adore you all for looking after me, I just need a second to breathe without someone there to see.” 

Jax didn’t look pleased, but he nodded. “Okay.” 

Before he could walk away, she grabbed his sleeve, turned him to face her and kissed him. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she held him against her as her tongue danced with his. Every nerve ending in her body erupted in sparks as his arms closed around her, his hands smoothing down her spine. Pulling back a bit, she breathed heavily against him. 

“I - ”

“Go get your coffee. I’ll be here.” 

She nodded, moved slowly from his embrace and walked down the hallway, the heat of his gaze never leaving. It took a couple of minutes, a few wrong turns, before she found a coffee machine, and when she walked up to it, she realized she didn’t have her wallet with her. Everything had been in her car. She shook her head. 

“Shit.” 

“Allow me.” 

Spinning around at the voice, she felt her heart nearly leap out of her chest. Ethan Zobelle stood in front of her. He wore a pleasant smile on his face, but the darkness in his eyes revealed his true nature. In his hand, he held a five-dollar bill. Hand trembling ever so slightly, she took it from him with a mumbled thanks. 

“It’s the least I can do for the woman who spared my daughter’s life tonight.” 

Blood turned to ice in her veins. Nothing could have prepared her to stand face-to-face with the man who murdered her sister. The scene featured heavily in her nightmares. On instinct, she reached for her gun, cursing as she remembered she didn’t have it. Police evidence. 

He held his hands out, palms forward. “I mean you no harm, Miss Cooper. It’s why I didn’t press charges. I saw no reason to make a bad night worse for everyone. And, to your credit, you are a remarkable shot. According to the surgeon, she’ll regain full range of motion.” 

“I know.”

She bit the words out without thinking. Zobelle offered her one of those condescending paternal smiles that men gave to women when they thought they’d done something particularly adorable. 

“I’m sure you knew exactly what you were doing tonight, and while I can’t figure out what stayed your hand, I won’t stand here and pretend I’m not grateful.” 

“Consider it a gesture of good faith,” Sophie offered. “Leave SAMCRO alone. Set up your white hate cigar shop in a different town.” 

His eyes turned down, faux sorrow on his face. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. I have business interests to protect here in Charming. I did extend my friendship to SAMCRO, but they were…unreceptive. ” 

Sophie nodded. It had been worth a try. Not that it would have kept him alive, but it would have gotten him out of Charming, away from SAMCRO. “In that case, Mr. Zobelle, if you’re determined to remain, you should consider why I allowed your daughter to live. Contemplate the choices you might make that would lead me to choose less honorable actions moving forward.” 

She could see the way his eyes had narrowed, the slight tension along his shoulders. Poking the bear might not be the smartest move, but she refused to stand there and make pleasantries. And since she couldn't shoot the bastard in the face, this would have to suffice. 

“Sophie,” she heard Chibs call as he came down the hallway. “There you are, lass.”

Coming to a stop at Sophie’s shoulder, Chibs eyed Zobelle, took a more protective stance in front of her. Part of the family indeed. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry. I got caught up in conversation.”

“Aye. We’ve met.” 

Sophie cursed silently. She had hoped the overtures Zobelle had made hadn’t been in front of the whole club, but it seemed that her worlds had well and truly collided. Her new family was now caught up in the ashes of her old one. It wasn’t that she didn’t want any help, it was that she doubted they would be willing to provide her the help she wanted. She figured they’d take over, kill Zobelle themselves, and expect a thank you for their trouble. No part of her was going to allow that to happen. 

“Enjoy the coffee,” Ethan said as he inclined his head. 

Neither said anything as they both watched Ethan walk down the hallway, before turning a corner, disappearing from sight. Her shoulders slumped once she could no longer see him. 

“You alright?” 

“No,” Sophie said, too tired to lie. She could feel small spasms in her limbs as the adrenaline began to fade. The symptoms were familiar to her, and she hoped she could keep it together long enough to make it home to a nice warm shower. 

“Come on,” Chibs said, frown on his face as he tucked her close to his body. “Let’s get you back to Jax so he can fuss about you.” 

“I don’t need Jax fussing over me. Zobelle didn’t do anything.” 

“He upset you.” 

She rolled her eyes. Of course, the whole group still stood in the hallway, Tig, Jax - even Clay standing as she and Chibs came closer. She could read the concern in their eyes. 

“What happened?” Clay asked, eyes flinty. 

“Zobelle cornered her at the vending machines.” 

“That’s it.” Jax clenched his hands into fists, turned on his heel. 

Sophie reached out, just managed to grab the sleeve of his flannel shirt. Tugging him to face her, she placed both hands on his arms and forced him to meet her gaze. She couldn’t have him going off after the man. Not like this. Sophie refused to have another man in her life behind bars because of fucking Ethan Zobelle. 

“I’m fine. He didn’t do anything. Gave me five bucks for a coffee and thanked me for not shooting his bitch of a daughter in the fucking face. Now, I’m tired and you’re going to take me home so that I can have a nice hot shower.”  

She watched Jax’s jaw clench, saw how wound up he was about the whole thing, and she didn’t blame him. Understood how he felt. Enjoyed that he felt that upset because of what happened to her. Made something warm bloom in her chest. None of that changed her mind about how things with Zobelle would go down. 

Moving in close to him, sliding her hands up his arms, up to his neck so she could sink her fingers into his hair, she whispered against his lips. “I’ll let you wash my back.” 

Behind her the boys chuckled, a few offered a low whistle. Clay clapped Jax on the shoulder, a knowing sort of amusement in his eyes. No doubt Gemma used similar tactics to keep him in line, to get her own way. It was a dirty trick, but she would use whatever she needed to - a win was a win. 

“Take your Old Lady home, son,” Clay told him. “We’ll finish this at church tomorrow.” 

She mouthed a thank you to Clay who inclined his head. Following Jax down the hall, she knew he still wanted to go after Zobelle. His silence told her all she needed to know about how he felt about it. Sliding onto the bike, she held herself back a bit. She understood that he was upset, but she wasn’t just going to let him go do something stupid. When they pulled into TM, Sophie got off the bike and glanced around for her car. Locating it near the far side, she strode towards it. The shower idea hadn’t just been a ploy to get Jax to leave the hospital. She wanted one, and her shitty little rental house had one with decent water pressure. 

“Where the hell are you going?” 

She turned to glare at him. “Home.” 

Jax’s jaw clenched. “No, you’re not.” 

“Jax - ”

“He went after my mother. She shot you,” Jax spat out, eyes dark with fury. 

Ah. Sophie smiled softly. He was scared about what could have happened tonight. Closing the distance between them, she wrapped her arms around him, felt his own lock tightly around her. 

“I’m here,” she soothed. “She was a terrible shot.” 

Jax chuckled against her neck as he pulled back, his hands palmed her face, thumbs tracing along her cheeks. She covered his hands with hers, moved her face to press a kiss to the palm of his hand. 

“Clay called me your Old Lady. You gonna explain that to me?” 

Jax smirked. “Why you wanna know?” 

“Like I told your mom, seems to be a hierarchy around here. That douche canoe called me a croweater, which next person to call me one gets a bullet between the eyes because I know how the word whore sounds no matter what letters are used.” 

“You’re no croweater, babe,” Jax said as his hands moved down her body. He got a solid grip on her ass and hauled her up his body. Getting the idea, Sophie helped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Laughing as he carried her into the clubhouse. Looking around at the familiar mess that was his room, she laughed even harder. 

“Old Lady better not mean housekeeper because, between the two of us, it would become uninhabitable.” 

“Yeah?” Jax asked, smirk on his face. “Thought the Corps was all about hospital corners and snap inspections.” 

Sophie returned his smirk with one of her own. “I’m retired. No one gives two shits how your bed looks when you’re in the field. Plus, never was much good at keeping things tidy when I was on leave. It was one of the ways I disengaged. Clutter meant I was home.” 

He kissed her then. Slow, tender. The type of kiss that ruined people. Made them think about fantasy endings, a happily ever after. Sophie lost herself to it. She moved her arms up when Jax lifted her shirt. Moaned when his lips traced over her collarbones, the valley of her breasts. Goosebumps erupted on her arms as he slid her bra straps down her arms before tossing it over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” she whispered, smile in her voice. 

“Washing your back.” 

He continued to press open-mouthed kisses to her body as he unbuttoned her jeans. Pulling them down her legs he cursed when they caught at her ankles. Boots; they’d both forgotten. 

“Get on with it,” Sophie said with an imperious wave of her hand. “You’re not washing my back fully clothed.” 

She intended to pull her boots off. Honest. But, when Jax pulled his shirt over his head, she couldn’t help but stare. Knew her mouth hung open, knew she licked her lips in an obscene way. God, she wanted to lick every inch of his body, rub herself against him. Given the smirk tucked into the corner of his mouth as he winked at her, he seemed amenable to the idea. Unlike her boots which required the use of her hands, he simply toed off his ridiculous white shoes before pulling down his jeans. 

“My eyes are up here, babe.” 

Sophie nodded without looking away from his body. “I know where your eyes are. I’ll get there.” 

Chuckling, he pulled his boxers down his hips, allowed gravity to do the rest and Sophie let out a low whistle of her own. Now she really wanted to lick all of him. Half hard and hanging to the left, his cock fit the rest of him. When her eyes did trail back up to meet his, he simply raised his brows at her. Getting the hint, Sophie leaned down and unzipped her boots before shimming out of her jeans. Standing, she reached for her panties only for Jax’s hands to stop her. When he’d moved she didn’t know, but the heat from his body rolled into her as his fingers teased along the band of her panties. Hooking his fingers in, he tugged them down. They stood there for a moment. 

Jax stepped back first, running a hand through his hair before moving into the ensuite and starting the shower. Sophie took a deep breath before following him. Noting the SOA tattoo on his back, she licked her lips again. Gently, she reached out and trailed a finger along the edge of the reaper’s blade, loving the way Jax shivered under her touch. 

When the water temperature met Jax’s standards, he held the curtain back so Sophie could step in. Perfectly warm water cascaded down her body. Closing her eyes, she turned her face up to allow the spray to wash across her skin, pull the grime and the sorrow from her face and wash down the drain. 

“Nice ink,” Jax whispered against her ear as he plastered his torso to her back. 

“Thanks.” 

She felt his fingers trace along the rose petals inked into her skin. On each side, she had a black and grey rose with pink rose pedals floating up in parallel lines along her back. He pressed kisses along her shoulders before nipping her ear. His now soapy hands began to trace along her body in strong, sure strokes. She moaned as his hands moved around her stomach, up to cup her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples - making sure every inch of her body was covered in soap. As sensual as it was, she felt her muscles relaxing the more his hands moved over her skin. Even knowing she was wet enough he could slide in with no resistance, something about the moment indicated that he wouldn’t. He was taking care of her, and that realization nearly had her knees give out. 

“I got you, babe,” Jax whispered, hand gripping her hip. “If you’re gonna be my Old Lady, it’s my job to take care of you.” 

He pressed a kiss to the top of her spine. “If you’re gonna be my Old Lady, there’s only two ways it works. I tell you nothing, or I tell you everything. Can’t be any in between.” 

Sophie fought the urge to stiffen at the vague accusation in his tone. He continued to press kisses to her skin, so maybe she’d imagined it. Still, the knowledge of what she held back from Jax pressed against her. Gemma’s words from earlier floating back to her trust is a fragile thing. What would trusting Jax cost her? As secrets went, hers wasn’t really a secret. It’d been in the paper, well, a version of events had been. The court proceedings had been public record.

Her need to be the one to see the light leave Zobelle’s face kept her silent. She barely knew Jax. Knew he had secrets that could have far-reaching consequences - no outlaw biker had safe or insignificant secrets. Placing trust in the wrong person meant people died, and Sophie knew that firsthand, too. Too many engagements had gone sideways because the wrong person had said the wrong thing at the wrong time. 

Sophie reached forward and turned the water off. Jax got out of the shower and held a towel out for her, allowing him to wrap it around her body before he quickly dried himself off. Not even him wearing nothing but a towel tied around his waist distracted her from the dark, heavy place her thoughts had taken her. When Jax pulled one of his shirts over her head, she offered him a small smile. She might never buy clothes again. 

“I only have one real secret, well, one I’m not sure I want to tell you,” Sophie whispered.

Jax cupped Sophie’s face. “Trust don’t happen overnight, I want this thing between us to work, want you on the back of my bike, wanna see my crow on your skin. That only happens if we trust each other.” 

Sophie searched his eyes. He meant each word he said, and she wanted the same things. Times like this made her miss Olivia all the more because she’d know exactly what to say. But, nothing ever got accomplished by running away from it, from hiding. As she stood there staring at him, she realized something. She wanted him. She wanted the messy group of bikers who hovered and cursed and did bad, bad things. Olivia had tried describing it to her, but she hadn’t understood it all, not really, not like she did now standing in Jax’s shirt in the SAMCRO clubhouse. Since retiring, she missed her team. Missed having the camaraderie, the mutual respect and understanding. Jax deserved the opportunity to earn her trust, so show her that he respected her. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. 

“My sister, Olivia, she married into an MC. Michael was the Sergent at Arms for the War Boys before Ethan Zobelle came into town. Now Olivia is dead and there’s no more War Boys MC in San Bernardino.”

Part 8

Master List

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #jax teller x oc #jax teller #samcro

[heronpoxed]

What are your fanfics recommendations for SOA? (if you have any)

Hmm I’m not much of a fanfic reader BUT a friend of mine recommended me an SOA fic a few years ago, which I reluctantly read but ended up loving. It’s about Tara and Jax (and Opie and Donna) in high school. I don’t remember the details but I do remember thinking what a great job the author did with writing about their past based on the very limited info that the show gave us.

Everyone’s in character and even SAMCRO play a prominent part in it even though it’s primarily a Jax and Tara story. It has a great mix of humor, nostalgia, emotion, and even a bit of heartbreak and it’s so true to the SOA lore that there’s no reason for the fans/readers to think that that’s not what happened 11 years prior.

Anyway, I highly recommend checking it out. It’s called ‘Beginnings’ and you can read it here <3

#sons of anarchy edit #sons of anarchy #soa #soa fandom #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #jax and tara fanfiction #jax and tara #tara and jax #jax teller #tara knowles teller #tara knowles #jax x tara #tara x jax #charlie hunnam #maggie siff #jara #samcro #gemma teller #katey sagal

[ankhmutes]

A Charming Journey Home part 2

Amanda is up to something, and you're not sure just what will happen...

It was a few weeks until you saw the Sons again. They had walked into your bar, it was not a typical haunt of theirs but there they were, in their cuts. You recognized the wild-haired sergeant at arms. But the other one you had taken notice of was not there. You kept making drinks and smiling, looking pretty to get the tip money. You watched them chat with some other men, and after a while, they left. You didn’t really seem to think they were here for the drinks, but at least they did get your attention; perhaps there were more to the Sons than just parties and drinks.

Mandy was whispering in your ear, leaning across the bar and giving you a quick cash grab. Something out at caracas, guaranteed good money. You glared at her and let out a slight huff.. Three kids could be a handful, but the twins helped keep your little spicy fireball out of too much trouble, but the bills could rack up sometimes… 

“I guess that could get the kids new uniforms, I suppose. I could actually get my nails done.” Mandy always managed to find your weak spot, the kids. You’d do anything for them. Connor had wrecked you, but at least three good things came out of that wreck. Getting your nails done would be something nice, and could get in some good tips too. 

“Will there be protection?” you asked, turning to make drinks for a regular, seeing him come into the bar. Mandy nodded and rattled off some names of people from the Sons. You didn’t know all of their names, but you recognized Jax and Opie’s names, so they were the big fish there. Apparently it was a Sons thing, and you know Mandy would do anything to land herself a Son, especially one of the big kahunas; You weren’t sure if you were up for it, but it was something to supplement your income, and someone had to keep Mandy out of too much trouble.  

“All right, fine. If I get the cash on the spot, I’ll do it.” you found yourself saying as you slid the drink over to the regular and Mandy squealed with delight, bouncing up and down just enough to attract attention.  “Jesus, stop. It’s just a thing. I’m just doing it for the money. That’s it. You can have all the men you want. I’m not doing this to get a man. Not anymore, at least.”

“You’re boring. You gotta get out more often.” Mandy giggled and walked out of the bar, and you had an odd feeling that nothing would be the same again. A slight shudder shot through you, and you turned back to the bar, your eyes flicking up to the mirror and spotting two men in leather cuts leaving the bar. You hoped this wouldn’t be a mistake.. You definitely had learned from Connie. Being an old lady was not for the weak, and you weren’t on the prowl for anything more challenging than your battery-operated boyfriend that laid in your nightstand drawer and got some action.

You picked up Mandy in your battered red Jeep, that thing had taken you through four states, and all kinds of crazy shit. She put the directions in your phone and you drove all the way to caracas to the place where they would film. It was an interesting place, run by Luann, someone you vaguely remembered from your younger days in Charming.  Mandy strutted around the place, smirking and talking with all of the girls. You didn’t like the vibes of some, but Cherry wasn’t too bad. Cherry was kind of nice, and had those big doe eyes that made you just want to take care of her. You said hello to the girls and Luann, working out the details of the shoot. While you were getting ready and set up, some of the Sons had arrived. Your gray-haired man and his wild friend were there with Jax and Opie. You were familiar with Jax and Opie, as was any girl in Charming. You felt slightly more confident, and less bored with the set now that you kind of knew someone there other than Cherry, Mandy, and Luann. 

You wandered over to where Mandy was holding court with some other crow eater girls, talking and giggling. They were talking about their goals, and one of them was talking about getting Jax to be their fluffer. You giggled, and didn’t think a Son would actually do that. The crow eater girl- they all looked the same to you and you couldn’t be bothered to learn their names- and Mandy started trying to one-up each other, telling outlandish crap, that the other girls were just eating up but you suspected it was just bullshit. You just enjoyed watching the Sons mill around and set up equipment and make sure the prospects weren’t being idiots. 

“.... now Tigger can’t get it up. He’s actually pretty small. It’s probably why he can’t get it up for a real woman and just fucks around screaming for pussy.” Mandy said with a giggle as you stared at her slightly agape, eyes moving quickly to the three bikers that you most certainly knew heard what Mandy said to the crow eater girls. One was Opie, but you weren’t sure who the other two were. One was a prospect, one was your gray-haired man and the last one was one of the Oregon boys. Your gray-haired man’s brows rose and Opie shook his head, throwing back his shoulders and glaring at Mandy behind her back with narrowed eyes. 

“What’s her deal?” your gray-haired man asked, in his strong Scots accent- you were instantly transported back to years ago when you would call T&M and hope he would answer the phone. You blinked dumbly for a moment and shrugged, half-sliding back into the slight Irish accent you had picked up after living for nine years in Ireland. You’d begun using the accent to get more tips, and it worked on buttering up the men. It couldn’t hurt to try it on the Scot. After all, he probably HAD been there.

“She’s just hammered, you know how it goes….”  you kept your voice to a low whisper, not to attract Amanada’s attention when she was on a roll, Opie eyeing her with slight disdain and putting his hands on his belt. The gray-haired Scot tilted his head, not looking like he was buying your excuse. He raised a finger, cocking it in the direction of a side room. You obliged happily, not minding a few minutes alone with Scotty. 

“She with ye?” he asked, as you both entered the side office. You nodded, watching the man’s eyes dart from you to Amanda and the croweaters. His mouth twisted slightly, and you were not too sure if it was a good thing or not, but you couldn’t take your eyes away from his soulful face, and that voice…. You could feel a slight tingle in your panties. It wasn’t like when it was with Connor.  Connor was Irish, but the Scot, he was…. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you were addicted to that voice. 

“She’s my friend. We’ve been friends since we were little. I mean, I took a break from Charming and just came back and she’s… helping me out with this gig, I guess. Kids get expensive.” you tried to remain aloof and not spill your life story to him. His energy was like velvet wrapped in steel. You kept your arms neutral, trying not to cross your arms or give off any weird vibes, but you just ended up awkwardly putting your hands in the back pockets of your Daisy Dukes, mildly embarrassed that you almost ended up being a fangirl. It was almost as bad as acting like one of the crow eaters in your opinion. 

“I’m her ride here too, so … I’ll try to keep her from running her mouth too much.” you began to offer, but he cut you off with a dry smirk, shaking his head just enough for his long hair to fall into his eyes. 

“We all know Amanda, she’s a special case.” he said dryly as he nodded, looking you over with a spark of something in his eye. “I don’t remember ya.”

“I ran away to Ireland with Connor McGregor.” you found yourself blurting out with a half-laugh, shaking your head at your youthful stupidity. 

“Connie? That little shite.” he said with a curl of his mouth, and you knew he had heard of Connor, and was familiar with him. “Belfast.” he muttered with a slight noise of disapproval.

“I - I’m not with him anymore. I ran away from Ireland. You can probably guess why.” you said boldly and directly. You wouldn’t be scared of Connor anymore. That was letting him win, and you promised yourself you wouldn’t let him win. “Were you with the Irish too?”

“A life or two ago.” he said with a nod as he moved to the doorway. 

“Chibs, they want her.” the prospect said, coming up to the doorway. Chibs nodded and leaned back to look at you, his dark eyes flicking down to your shorts. “You’re up, Daisy.”

“If the shorts fit.” you say as you change your posture, taking a moment. You smiled at Chibs and nodded to show your understanding, that Amanda would be your responsibility. You half-saluted, and walked out of the office, turning on all of the sex appeal you could, sliding into your Irish accent as you spoke for the camera.  You could see Amanda with the croweaters, her blue eyes shooting daggers of envy at you for being in an office with a Son. Even worse, he was not even a prospect! He was a full-fledged member. 

You licked your lips as you kept your eyes on Chibs and his friend, their presence keeping you nice and relaxed. You pretended they were there for you, for the show, and it helped keep you going. You found yourself smirking saucily at the ice-blue eyes of Chibs’s friend, and putting on your best orgsmic performance for him. It got tiring having to repeat it for the camera, to re-do some scenes because of the lighting, but you didn’t think it was half-bad, especially if it could get Chibs and his friend all hot and bothered. The sons didn’t usually stay around, but you felt a slight smug glee at the fact that the two specific Sons had decided to stay behind just for your Daisy Duke performance. 

It was finally done, and you were able to leave the set. You moved out of the way before Amanda could intercept you, hurrying to get cleaned up the best you could. You felt sticky and gross, but you did like that sense of accomplishment you got when you walked by and saw Chibs’s eyes were a full-blown brown, full of heat. His friend was right behind him, a sly smile on his face and a bounce in his step.

“Where do they find these girls, Tiggy?” you could hear Chibs grumble to his friend. Tiggy, you murmured to yourself. Of course. The one that Amanda had been shitting on. You smiled and hurried up with your cleaning, sliding on clean underwear and clothes, wishing you had decided to wear something cute and sexy instead of your well worn jeans, and Jack Daniels T-shirt. At least the T-shirt was very low cut and showed off your boobs decently. You at least had that to flaunt. 

“They offered me free candy from their windowless van.” you yelled out to the boys, a wild grin of amusement on your face as you slid past them, turning just enough to try to show more boob as a saucy wink and wave was sent their way and continued on to find Luann to be paid. Ten minutes later, the money was secured and you could relax for a little while. You giggled at yourself at the look that Tiggy and Chibs had sent your way, the two men appearing amused at your commentary.

“What the hell?” Amanda exploded, wrapped in her robe as she ran up to you, her eyes and hair wild from her performance. Still covered in gel and slick, her skin glinted in the hot lights. “I saw those Sons, Do you have an in?” You were not sure if she was happy, or angry- or just high on something. You tried to opt for the safest answer. 

“Uh.. .no. I mean, I was just having words, that’s all. They noticed I was new and wanted to make sure everything was okay, on the up and up.” you found yourself saying, kind of trying to cover for Amanda, you still felt bad for your friend sometimes and didn’t want her to feel too butt-hurt at the Sons looking down on her. It was her dream, and you didn’t want to crush her dream. 

“Oh. well.. Opie usually does that bullshit. He’s like a cute little lap dog for Jax. He’d jump off a bridge if Jax told him to.”  Amanda giggled and stuck the tip of her tongue out as if she was talking to an audience. “It’s so much fun to play them like that.”

Your eyes went wide, and your mouth snapped shut. Clearly, Amanda hadn’t thought things through well. You hoped no one had overheard that, but you knew Amanda’s luck would run out the way she kept running her mouth and trying to lord it over all of the crow eaters. You vaguely wondered where she had gotten all this attitude from. She wasn’t who you remembered from those days of sneaking beer and hanging out in front of the T & M shop trying to get noticed with your shitty jeep and sabotaging it constantly. 

“I think you’d better get dressed, so we can get out of here. I mean, there’s not much left here.” Amanda was the last one called up and everyone had kind of started drifting. Amanda rolled her eyes and turned back to the dressing rooms while you let out a small huff of relief and continued on to sit near the front doors, anxious to leave. 

“She really said that?” Chibs asked in his Scots accent, sidling up to you and scaring the shit out of you. You jumped, yelping slightly as he chuckled lightly at your reaction. You could tell by his demeanor that he was investigating something, but you were not the attention of his ire. 

“Fuck! You scared the shite outta me.” You shoved him slightly, and scowled slightly. You didn’t want to say a word. It was obvious enough with the look on his face that he had heard every word Amanda had said. 

“Eyes are on you both.” Chibs said as his brows rose slowly, a gloved finger sliding up his sunglasses on his nose. You nodded, knowing you wouldn’t be in too much trouble, since you hadn’t been saying anything but by proximity… you could get shit on.  “Yes, sir.” you said simply, choosing to smile a slight smile of respect, laying it thick with your Irish. Chibs nodded and walked off, pulling out a flip phone and making calls. You hoped it hadn’t put you on anyone’s shit list, just being friends with Amanda. Especially his shit list.

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What a Mess

Contains: Fluff

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“Whoever said you can't buy Happiness forgot little puppies.” - Gene Hill

Happy wouldn't tell you where the puppy came from, he just came home one day covered in human blood and handed you a scruffy crying puppy with a grunt. After you had washed the puppy and given it some boiled chicken, he gave you a Happy style explanation about how he "found" the dog when the SONs went to visit a drug dealer.

Two days later, Juice would tell you the truth. The drug dealer had bought the puppy early that day and just gave it to Happy when he decided it was too much work. The blood came later when Happy decided that giving a dog to strangers with guns was unforgivable.

She got her name the first night when she made her way between you and Happy as you settled into bed and flopped into your pillow. Happy turned into a total dog dad, carrying her everywhere because she hadn't got her shots yet and he didn't want her to get sick.

It soon became clear that Mellow was some kind of horse because she was putting on a pound a week and the more she ate, the more she wanted. Which led you to where you were now, looking out at a kitchen covered in roast beef scraps while she wagged her tail at you, "Did your daddy put the roast too close to the edge of the bench?"

Her tail wagged and she let out a yip as she wagged her way over to you, "I hope you like that because that piece of meat was very pricy." All Mellow did in response was lick your hand, "I'm not mad at you, you're just being a dog, but your daddy's in the poo."

"Why am I in the poo?" You turned around as Mellowed rushed to greet Happy.

"Because I asked you to put the roast in the middle of the counter when you took it out and you didn't so someone ate half of it." She let out another yip, and Happy bent down to scratch her ear while her tongue lolled from her mouth, "Hap, we pay really good money for her to have good nutrition. She can't be eating stuff off our table unless we let her."

He sighed, "I know. I meant to push it further, but she took her ball to the door and I wanted to play outside with her. I forgot where I left it."

You nodded, "That's alright, there was nothing in it that could have hurt her so no harm done. How about you clean up here while I give her a bath and then you can go and get us some takeout?"

Happy nodded, "That's fair."

You bent down and tapped your legs and Mellow came bounding over to you, "You wanna have a bath, you smelly girl?" Her tail waged and she placed your growing paws on your legs as her whole body wagged with her tail, "I'll take that as a yes."

She jumped off you and raced towards the tub and you sighed as Happy followed you, "Yes you can help but after that I want to kitchen spotless."

Happy smiled, "Hell yeah."

Mellow looked from you to Happy and with a wave of your hand, she was leaping into the tub joyfully. Happy raced over to the cupboard and returned with her brush, the nail trimmers and a bag, "What's that Hap?"

"I got her some soap." He opened the back and pulled out two large bottles with paw prints on them.

Your eyes grew wide when you realised what he had done, "Hap, that stuff is for show dogs, it's thirty dollars a bottle."

He shrugged, "She should only have the best."

You shook your head, "She already gets the best Happy, I get her shampoo and conditioner at the vet."

"Well this isn't shampoo and conditioner, it's prewash and after bath fur oil." He held up a finger and reached into the bag again, "I also go her paw balm."

You sighed, "Alright, just tell me how to use it once I've brushed her and done her claws."

Happy smiled, "It's easy, the lady at the store said it would make her coat nice."

You nodded, "I know Hap." Mellow could barely contain her joy as you brushed her fur and she slammed her growing feet into your palm when it was time to trim her nails.

"She's so well trained." Happy sounded so proud.

You shook your head, "Wait until the water turns on, she's just going to want to play." Sure enough, she was sliding around the bath with suds flying everywhere when it was time to wash her, Happy laughing as her floppy jowls went in every direction.

She yipped happily and hopped out of the bath when the hair drier came out and her tail flicked water everywhere when the warm air hit her skin, "She is the weirdest dog on earth, I've never met a dog that likes all parts of getting a bath."

Mellow stayed with you while you cleaned the bathroom and Happy headed to clean the kitchen, and she watched him on the couch as he mopped up all the mess, "She had fun here."

You nodded, "Yes she did."

Once everything was cleaned up, Happy walked over to you and kissed your temple, the Mellow's forehead, before heading out to get dinner, "You want anything special?"

You shrugged, "You know what I like."

"Yeah, I do."

****

Happy served you dinner, making sure that Mellow was occupied with a toy so you could eat without her feeling left out, even though you both knew she wouldn't beg for anything.

"I'm sorry about the roast. I know how hard you worked on it." He sounded sorry too.

You smiled softly, "I know, she's a puppy, there's no harm done." You pointed to the fridge, "Plus, you brought me cake, all is forgiven."

Happy looked at Mellow and smiled, "Do you think she knows how much we love her?"

You nodded, "I do. I mean, I don't love her as much when she pushes me off the bed but I love her with all my heart the rest of the time."

The side of Happy's lips ticked up in a smirk, "That reminds me, we're going mattress shopping on the weekend. I know a guy who can get us one of those huge orgy beds."

Your eyebrows wrinkled, "Those are big enough for more than two people and a great dane, what are you thinking Hap?"

"Well, you know how much Mel likes cats right?" You nodded, she had to say hello to every cat she saw, "I thought we could get a kitten, and then I read that two was better than one. I figure if we have a bed big enough, you won't say no."

You sighed, "I'm not going to say no anyway, you know how much I love cats."

Happy smiled, "I knew you'd say yes."

You shook your head, "You're lucky I love you."

He reached across the table and took your hand, "I love you too y/n."

Fin

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Him pt.II

It has been several days since he insisted to drive me home on his motorcycle and since the longing kiss on my cheek and the left behind sweatshirt.

Even though I went to the hospital the next day, I didn’t run into him or any of them. Because when I arrived Rose, a nurse and dear friend of me told me.

“They left Y/N, they picked him up and left. Against doctors’ orders.” she shrugged her shoulders and turned around.

I really wanted to return his sweatshirt after washing it last night, so I stored it in my locker but decided to take it home again because, the chances of him showing up there was probably higher.

 He never had asked for my number but he for sure knows where I live and work.

But still I’ve haven’t heard a word or neither I have seen him.

When I got back to work the next day for my night shift, his friend we treated the day before discharged himself and no trace was left, he was just here.

 It has been a busy couple of days. Work has been up my ass, because two nurses are sick with the cold, so I’m stressed and exhausted to the max. Also, my anxiety is rising because just as I got off work, my car broke down not even one house away from mine  - just my luck.

I frustrated closed the door of car as I looked through my phone for a auto shop. Luckily there was one not far and still in the same town Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, so I called.

“Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, Gemma speaking how can I help you?” a woman answered the phone.

 “Hi, I- um I need help with my car. It just broke down and won’t start anymore. Could you help me out, please?” I bite my lips as I got closed to your front door.

“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll send two of my guys down. Can you tell me where exactly you are?” she asked.

“It actually happened down the road where I live, like two or three houses down the road. So, I could wait at my front porch for them. Is that alright?” I really did not want to wait outside while its getting late.

“Oh that’s alright. What’s your adress honey?” I heard noises in the background. Probably tiping on her keyboard.

“Yes, it’s 3630 Hillview Street, not far from St. Thomas Hospital. I’m Y/N” I  told her as Iopened my front door.

“They should be with you shortly Y/N. Don’t worry about anything sweetheart.” with that she hung up.

I took a quick shower, changes into something more comfortable and were now sitting outside at your front porch. Wrapped in a big cozy blanket, a tea and book on my lap - waiting for the tow truck.

I didn’t even finish a chapter in my book when I heard a car arriving and stopping at my house. Two guys walked up towards my in their greyish uniform.

“Excuse me Miss, are you the one calling TM about your car? Miss- um Y/N?” he looked down on a piece of paper assuming your address and name on it. The woman, Gemma, musted have gave it to them. 

“That be me. My car is just over there. I’ll go grab my keys and come with you guys.” I pointed to the direction as I got up and went inside to get my keys and a jacket.

“We will take your car to the shop, and when you pick it up you can settle everything with Gemma, she’s the one you were on the phone with and will handle your paperwork.” the big guy said as the other one checked out my car and got it hooked to the truck.

“Thank you...-” I started and just then realized the guys never introduced themself.

“Ope or Opie, whatever is fine. We will give you call when the car is ready” he said with a smile as he got into the driver seat. Two days later you picked it up already without any trouble.

 This was eleven days ago.

Eleven days.

And also still no word from him.

No knock on my door asking for his sweatshirt back or stopping at my work. Nothing.

 I was and still am working the night shift ever since the next day.

Patients in and out of the ER, the rush and adrenaline to save each and every single one of them. I really did love your job even the hard days.

He got pushed back into the back of my head but not forgotten but as more days go by less I thought about him.

Today must have been one of the hardest days of your career. It started as a normal night shift with a quick handover, ask question about what has and hasn’t been done and go over the medication charts. Check on the post- operation patients and on their family too.

Its was a slow night for once and I was welcoming it by updating charts, getting smaller orders by the doctors as like draw blood, setting up the room equipment suitable for sleeping or necessary update the family members about the progress.

 It was 2:08am when the phone rang to inform the ER that the incoming patients was a family of five, who had just been in a car crash, hanging on for their life and needed treatment immediately or even surgery. Paging all the surgeons on call, prepping the trauma rooms its was instantly over with the quit night.

I don’t know how the night went by or how I made it but because after eleven days my mental health was getting the best of me, and I was just so tired by the end of the shift. And by loosing 4/5 of that family did not make it better. It was the worst ever.

They called me in to tell me the news and they tell you to stay strong but seeing the fragile 10 weeks old baby just loosing mom, dad and their siblings was horrible. She’s an orphan. On car crash killed her whole family and now she got no one. I needed a moment to myself, and I cried. Literally cried in the nurse lounge for a good five minutes, only then to be brave enough to face the doctors again telling me “Y/N, the people from CPS will be here as soon as possible but it could take a couple days. We know this is a huge responsibility but as you are off for the next days. Could you take her in and take care of her, please?”

Saying I was shocked but by now I knew how this city and system worked. And I don’t want anything to happen to this baby by some weird as women out there.

So here I am.

Sitting in my car at the parking lot of the grocery store to scared to turn the car back on after putting her back in the cars eat, that made it out intact after the impact on their previous crash, in my backseat. After they have told me to take her in for some nights, I grabbed my stuff and with the help of the security I got everything safely into my car. My mind was running wild and even though she is just supposed to be staying with me for a couple of days it’s confusing.

We made it home and because she was still sleeping, I let her stay in the baby carrier and set her down on the kitchen counter to have my eyes on her while I prep myself some dinner, put the groceries away and stock the baby formular and whatsoever away in my kitchen. In the corner, neatly folded and freshly washed as his sweatshirt.

Holy shit, there is an actual baby sleeping in my kitchen. My house, needing my help for the next days.

“Fuck” I whispered to myself.

Don’t get me wrong, I love kids and babies and probably have my own if the serious relationship has had happen a long time ago, but it was never in the picture with focusing on high school, focusing on college and getting my nursing degree. All my life has been around building a stable life, career and be independent. Never realizing how much I wanted children in my life.

But I life in this very small city now, where you probably met all the guys and rather stay single.

After having dinner/breakfast, which contained only a quick veggie sandwich and water and coffee, she woke up crying.

“Hey girlie, you awake little O?” I unbuckled her and took her in my arms. “Are you hungry?” I asked, knowing she doesn’t understand me but kept spiting out her pacifier. I made her a bottle and set down on my couch, feeding and watching her. She was watching me back and I must look like a crazy lady to her. Hair in a messy bun, sticking out in every direction, glasses and exhausted. After a couple minutes she wrapped her hand around my finger, and I was stroking her cheek. “Did you have a good nap? I bet you did, and you did so good for me, I am auntie Y/N for a couple of days until we settle everything for you. I bet this must be crazy confusing. And I am talking to a baby.” I giggled to myself made her grin at me. “Oh, you this I am funny aren’t you. Huh?”

When she finished her whole bottle, I changed her diaper and put her in the pajamas, I found in the baby bag. We went back to the living room, and I decided to put on some calming music and bounced her in my arms, hoping to get her back to sleep again. We even danced for a while until she finally put her head down on my shoulder and fell asleep.

The made-up safety around her in my bed made her look even smaller, where I put her down. Now she’s laying right in the center of my king size bed with about six pillows around so she would fall out. I left the small light on and door halfway open in case she wakes up again.

I was still in my scrubs, un-showered with a glass of wine in one hand (I know but give me a break I worked the night shift) and a book in the other, glasses high on my nose when the quit street outside started to rumble. You could hear it in the distance, the rattling of a motorcycle. For the first time in nearly two weeks, perfect timing. The motorcycle got closer and louder, and I thought, any minute now there would be crying down my hallway, leading to the bedroom where she’s asleep.

The noise stopped outside the house and not long after the was a someone knocking on my door. And I knew exactly who it was.

When I opened the door a little, he shyly smiled at me “Hey Y/N”

For a moment you just stared at him, opened the door a little wider “Hi Juice”

He shifted for one leg to the other, hands deep in his leather kutte and focused on your face.

“You’re here for your sweatshirt aren’t ya? I’ll go get it, hold on” I was about to turn towards the kitchen, when he stopped me. “Actually, I wanted to see if you want to chill, ma- maybe hang out tonight? But you probably need to work so I ju-“

“You’re rambling Juice” I teased him. “Yeah- Yeah I probably am” he finally looked up again at you, eyes full of hope.

“Do you want to come inside now? Have a coffee, I just got of work and will maybe fall asleep by minute if I keep standing. Have a seat and coffee Juice”

Him and I are sitting in my living room now. “You went MIA the last couple of days. Not that I’ve noticed or anything since the last time and I also have been working at night in the hospital. Which reminds me how is your friend?”

“He’s okay, thanks.” He took a rather large sip of his coffee. “We and the rest had some busy days at work you know, the club, TM and stuff.” He tried to explain to me, shifting in his seat.

I was about to speak when the crying of a baby shrilled from the bedroom out to the living room. He looked over at me with big eyes and I tried to read into them. Shock, fear and confusion. I got up and quickly went to my bedroom and pick her up. “Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay, please go back to sleep little O” I tried to suet her by lightly bouncing her up and down and running a hand over her back, her head on my shoulder. I turned around and saw him watching us in the middle of my bedroom. Me and a baby and I thought he was gonna walk away for a second. But instead, he just watched us. She calmed down after a couple minutes and by the way her head was turned on my shoulder, the two of them must be watching each other. “I didn’t know you had a baby; I should probably go before your husband comes home.” I turned “She’s not mine Juice and I am not married either”

“Did you kidnap that baby?” he asked. “Wh- what? No, god no. Jesus Christ juice. I did not fucking kidnap her. I could be babysitting you know?! Fucking hell.” I probably said a little to loud and she started wailing again. Your hand still going up and down her back “Who’s baby is that, if she’s not yours Y/N?”

“She’s an orphan and lost her family today in the car crash on highway 5. She was the only one who made it our alive without a scratch. Her brothers, mom and dad died. Can you imagine that 4/5 people lost their life and she if totally unharmed. CPS will pick her up in a couple days and because I am off work for at least a whole week, they thought getting her out of the hospital and make her stay with me is easier.” When I turned I had tears in my eyes because I was hurting for her loosing everybody just like I did when I was a little girl.

She calmed down and was nearly fast asleep again, so I put her down on my bed and signaled him to follow me. I walked straight into the kitchen and held onto the counter, while trying to keep the tears in. I heard his shoes on the tiles, gosh why was he standing so close?

“I’m so sorry” he whispered. “You don’t need to feel sorry. I-” my grip on the counter was so strong my knuckles turned white. “I’m sorry” my gaze still down.

A sob left my lips and that’s when he pulled me into his chest and let me cry. I don’t even know for how long I was crying. Crying for her and her family, how hard her life will be and even for myself. He stroked my head, trying to calm me down.

“I’m ju- just so ex- exhausted and tired an-and caring for h-er until she gets picked up is hard. That will be hard again, building a bond and then letting go. F- fuck” my hand held onto his shirt, and he let me cry until I had nothing left in me.

He tilled my head back up by my chin and look into my eyes.

“I will stay the night and help you” “No Juice, you don’t need to do that” “You can’t make me chance my mind Y/N. You take a shower, and we will go to bed, and I watch out for the two of you” he was offering, I knew that and by the time it sinks in I knew I wanted him to stay. “Okay” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead, took my hand and led me down the hallway again to my bedroom. I took a quick shower, trying not to think about the guy sitting on my bed watching over the baby sound asleep. I didn’t bother to dry my hair, only doing my facial night routine, I stepped back in my bedroom. He didn’t notice because she must have woken up when I was in the shower and they were staring at each other, it gave me the chance to make her a bottle again.

I walked around my bed and got under the covers; I felt him staring at me the whole time. Once I’m settled, I turned to the side, and both looked at me. “Hi little O” I smiled at her.

“What’s her name, you keep calling her O” he asked. “It’s Oakley James”

Oakley happily took the bottle and once again held onto my finger, her eyes getting heavier. When she’s done, he offered to burp her which took me by surprise “Are you sure?” “Yeah, here giver her to me” I watched them, and I must admit he rather looks cute with a baby in his arms but who doesn’t. He laid her back down and she turned to me giving me a grin. “Don’t worry you sleep, and I will stay until you wake up again. I promise I’ll be here, now rest Y/N”

I could barely keep my eyes open, so I stopped fighting it and finally let myself rest after those crazy ass days.

His sweatshirt is still in my kitchen.

But he is here, with me, with Oakley in my bed. He didn’t run, he stayed. He stayed the entire time I was asleep; like he promised. He wasn’t in my bedroom but instead on my couch, reading my book with Oakley dozing on his bare chest. And I could help but stare from the doorway because I liked it, a lot. More than I should because my heart was beating so fast it scared the shit out of me.

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[ravennaortiz]

Secret Part 1

Juice went numb when he looked up and saw her standing in front of him arms crossed. Her expression unreadable behind the large black sunglasses and hat she wore. His heart was racing and his mouth dry as he tried to think of an explanation.

"Well I guess meeting with a cop is better than another woman" stated Chloe as she took her sunglasses off and locked her hazel eyes on his. Juice tried to laugh but his nerves made it come out like a stangled cough. " I told you your the only one for me babe" replied Juice after a moment. "Roosevelt was just hassling me, no worries" he added trying to sound casual.

"This is the third time you've met him in the last two weeks. Every time with no kutte, a borrowed car and in the middle of no where" stated Chloe as she moved closer so they were inches apart. She knew he was lying and that something was wrong. They had been together to long for her to not see the signs.

Juice closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. This was it. This was how it all ended. He knew this all would come to light at some point. The stress of all the deceit and the anguish at the thought of losing his chosen family had tears rolling down his cheeks.

" He's blackmailing me to rat on the club"confessed Juice his breath barely above a whisper. "What's he got on you?" Asked Chloe as she scrunched her face up in concern as she used her thumb to brush away his tears. " I don't want to involve you anymore than you already are Angel" replied Juice as he looked at her and shook his head. " Juice I've been involved in club stuff my whole life and you have been my partner in crime for the last two years. It's safe to say I'm already in deep" replied Chloe with a comforting smile.

" He found out who my dad is and is threatening to tell the club because my dad is black" replied Juice knowing she was right. " Juice no one would care" replied Chloe with a frown at his words. "The club has rules" started Juice before she shushed him with a kiss. "I'll take care of this Juice" replied Chloe.

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[samcro-before-hoes]

Biker Born and Bred Chapter 2- Bikers Beware

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This is a 18+ page therefore is an 18+ story. Language, drugs, alcohol, guns, sexual situations/ smut, serious themes such as domestic violence, rape, abortion, miscarriage etc. will be mentioned throughout.

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"What the hell?!" Nat yells walking over to her very intoxicated little sister, Kate. Kate stumbles over to Lyla, swinging her arms around her neck.

"Saw her walking on Elmore Street like this," Owen explains shutting his pickup door. "So I picked her up and brought her here." Natalie sends a pointed look to Owen  as Jagger, Lyla, and Jax come over to the 3, Jessica following close behind.

"Relax, I was just helping her out. She's my sister-in-law." Owen says with a smug look on his face.

"Was." Natalie corrects handing Kate, who is drunkenly mumbling over to Lyla. Owen smirks.

"Still is for three more months." If looks could kill Owen would be dead, but sadly they don't.

Jax steps closer to where Owen and Natalie are standing putting himself between them. Owen looks to Jax making eye contact with a smug smile on his face.

"Take her inside Lyla, Jessica go with her," Jagger orders Jess in a stern tone. Jessica immediately does as she's told helping Lyla with her drunk sister-in-law.

"You can go Owen.'' Natalie grits out, pointing to the gate. Owen smiles at her, the kind of smile that makes her skin crawl and her anger spike. In the beginning, Owen  was one of Nat's favorite people but now she barely wants to be in the same zip code as him.

"Not even a thank you for your husband?" He presses. Jax steps toward him getting in his face.

"Leave." Jax grits at him with a scowl. Owen smiles at Jax and then at Natalie stepping to his truck.

"See ya later Angel," Owen smiles before getting in his truck. Jagger spits next truck before moving out of the way so he can pull out.

"Remind me why we haven't killed him?" Jagger almost growls.

"Fuck if I know brother," Jax answers back to one of his best friends.

Out of all of his sisters, Natalie is the one he is closest to. Natalie always ran around with her older brothers, while her sisters were playing dolls or having princess tea parties or whatever else Nat was out with her brothers, watching her dad build and modify bikes, cars, trucks, and everything in between. She still liked playing with dolls and having princess tea parties like any little girl but she loved being her daddy's shadow more.

"You alright?" Jax asks concerned about Natie.  Natie nods her head trying to be convincing. He offers his hand which she takes happily.

"I'm fine," she answers with a fake smile. Natalia wishing she broke up with Owen before she came home.

"Let's go inside babe." Jax brings her face to his and kisses her. Natalie nods with a smile, Jax laces his fingers with hers before they walk in.

"Nat!" Kennedy calls from the couch calling her closest cousin over. Natalie smiles as she walks over to her, Jax's hand laced with hers.

"You made it." Kennedy smiles at her cousin taking a sip of her beer. Natalie smiles back with a nod as Jax settles his hands on her waist. Kenz passes two beers to Natie; one for her, one for Jax.

"Yeah, Jax and I were busy." Nat tried to deflect from Kennedy's probing looking around the room for her parents and little sister. She pops the top off her beer discarding it on the floor, one of the prospects will clean it up later.

"Your Mom, Dad and Gen are in chapel with Kate. I heard Jessie say that Owen brought her here, what the fuck?"

"Yeah tell me about it." That is all Natalie says to her cousin trying to drop the topic if Owen.

"Nat, I just heard, " Nikki  rushes to Natie, Tommy trailing close behind her with a finger in her belt loop. Natalie looks to her Bombshell best friend. Kristen Nicole Rutledge aka  Nikki Rutledge.

Nikki and Nat have been best friends since childhood and they've been housemates since Nat's divorce. Jax's hands squeeze Nat's hips.

"I swear to god Nat, your gonna have to do something about him," Nikki explains, Nat can tell she's had a couple of beers but isn't drunk just talkative and opinionated. Natalia shoots a look at Nikki, trying to tell her to shut up, but Nikki doesn't ease off.

"It'll ease off eventually-" Natie states confidently

"Nat he sat outside the house waiting for you while you were on that run to Nevada like you might need to call Unser or something." Nikki interrupts, Natalie snorts at her friend trying to pretend it's no big deal even tho the second she found out she sent Tommy to stay with Nikki.

"And do what? Get a restraining order? Number one, I don't need one, I'm Natalia Taylor, Number two, I'm not scared of him. Number three, we both know those things are fucking useless it's just piece of paper saying is 'If I go missing this is probably the person you should go after' no one sits there and enforces  it and someone who is serious doesn't give a fuck about it." Nat shoots at her.

"Wait he sat outside the house?" Jax asks looking towards Natalia questioningly with an eyebrows raised. Then to Tommy and Nikki.

"Yeah for like 3 days when you guys went to , I would get up he was there, when I left for work he was there, when I got home from work he was there." Nikki  answers for her.

"You didn't tell Jax?" Tommy asks the short brunette. She ignores him.

"Because there's no point I'm not afraid of him." Jax is angered by her explanation but doesn't say anything. Nat can handle her own, she's shown that plenty of times but Owen Matthews is on Jax's radar.

Few minutes later.

Nat walks outside with her 3 drink of the night.

Tig, Happy, Chibs, Jax and other patched members squaring up to some older white guy in a suite and a few other guys behind him. Natalie draws her gun walking over to the situation with it at her side.

"Are you really gonna shoot me in front of all these witnesses Mrs. Matthews? Or should I say Miss. Taylor now?" Nat is instantly angered stepping towards the older man dressed in a suite. But a man steps in front of her.

"Look I don't know what Darby told you, and I don't know what your angle in all of this is exactly but let me be very clear," Rob clears his throat. "Nobody threatens SAMCRO, nobody tells us what we can and can't do, so get in your limo and leave peacefully, Cause the next time you piss all over my shoes? She will kill you and I don't care how many witnesses there are."

"Until you change your mind." The man leaves a box of  something at her dads feet along with a card. The man and his posse walk off and get in the car.

"Juice get me everything you can about this guy." Rob orders

Nat looks to her dad. Then to Jax. Then to "the pit" that Happy is currently cracking the nose of a different charters member...all consensual nose breaking. The crowd around the pit cheers as Happy has one his 5th fight of the night. She takes in a deep breath.

Hand to hand is probably what Natalia would say she's best at, shooting a close second. Being daddy's little girl of course he taught her mostly everything. She's Daddy's little warrior girl... even when she wishes she could have soft edges she replaces them cold, callous ones to protect herself.

1 Hour later

Natalie and Jax walk into her room. She sighs in relief.

Jax immediately pulls his gun out of his kutte pocket and sits it on the nightstand. Natalie takes off her leather jacket and pulls her gun holster off and the one that was holstered in her back waist band. She hangs her jacket and holsters on a rack, placing her gun from her back on her night stand.

Jax watches her as she walks into her on suite bathroom to take off her make up and get ready for bed. Even when he was slightly angry at her he couldn't help but be more concerned than pissed.

Not only is this creepo stalking Talia, he thinks my girl is his. He thinks

Jax couldn't help but smile at the thought knowing very well the brunette bombshell might have a few choice words to say about that fact, but even she knows it's undeniable, she is his and he is hers and that's all that ever mattered.

Nat walks back into the bed room bare faced, in one of Jax's SAMCRO tees from earlier.  Jax continues to strip down as she removes some throw pillows that were at the end of the bed and tosses them onto the floor. She looks over to Jax admiring his back piece, when she hears a loud, drunken flirtatious laugh come from Nikki  followed by the loud barking of her and Natalie's dogs. Jax looks to the shut door knowing his little brother and Natalia's best friend are home for the night.

The barking stops and Nikki and Tommy come up the stairs. Jax pulls back the covers getting into bed. Jax lays like this for a couple of minutes before the silnce, not an angry one but a heavy one. Nat picks up the cross necklace on her night stand putting it on.

"Jax, I don't expect you don't to be okay with me lying to you, but you also know the last thing I need is The Club's help with Owen."

"I'm not mad Talia, I just don't understand why you didn't tell me." she looks to him from her

"It wasn't about you Jax...I just...I wish he was gone, no matter what I do or what I say he comes back, he's in every aspect of my life, I didn't want him to be in this too." Jax shakes his head, his hand cupping her jaw.

"I don't give a shit about him." He whispers before kissing her lips softly. He pulls back holding her face,

"I just want you safe," he brushes a piece hair behind her ear. "I am safe jax. The whole reason I didn't say anything is because I know I can handle Owen. My dad- my brothers they aren't gonna let this go Jax, I don't want special treatment from this."

"Natalia he's stalking you, the club would take that seriously no matter what-"

"Piney isn't gonna see it like that and your mom-" "no one is listening to piney anymore, and my mom isn't a member. She doesn't said that table." Nat shakes her head.

"But Cowboy does, they don't just look at me like I'm a female member anymore. They look at me like I'm an ol' lady."

''And this would ruin that?" he asks angrily standing up. She sighs realizing this is turning into a fight she doesn't want.

"Yes! Yes it would! How are they supposed to take me seriously? Take us seriously? I'm not some crow eater or one of CaraCaras porno pussies! How are the guys supposed to take me seriously when they just see is your ol' lady? A brother's girl? I won't be seen as anything but that! I wont be taken seriously at all!" She yells, he scoffs shaking his head.

"Don't you get tired of this?'' he questions, his voice shaking with emotion. She raised a brow in question. "Pushing me away? Pushing what we have away?" she shakes her head.

"That's not what I'm doing,'' she scoffs shaking her head getting up and walking over to her vanity.

''Do you know how many women I have slept with?" he yells angerly, she scoffs "Jax,'' not wanting to hear it. "Hundreds! Maybe more I don't know. I barely see their faces! I married Wendy because I was lonely, because I was tired of the endless disconnect. It was just a sad timeout. Because when I'm inside someone there's only one face I see.'' she sits on the chair in front of her vanity putting her head in her hands.

" if you want to do this, I want too, but don't hide behind my past. Dont hide behind yours nat."

"what about Wendy Jax? She's pregnant with your son. When he comes everything will change."

"Nothing will change the way I feel about you." Natalie shakes her head looking to him, "Jax, i believe that you believe that, but Wendy is your wife, the mother of your child, shes-"

"She's a addict Natalie, our whole relationship was out of loneliness not love. Your mine Nat, not her." Jax walks to her kneeling down and holding her face in his hands. "Nat I love you." he wipes away a tear off her cheek. She grabs his hand holding it.

'I love you too Jax." he kisses her roughly grabbing a fist  full of her hair pulling her head back. she winces with a grin enjoying the roughness. Jax's phone rings intrupting their moment, he looks at the caller ID.

MOM

"Yeah mom-"

"Jax it's the baby, just get to the hospital."

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