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handle your own when you become a man //

a Marcus Alvarez x female!OC fanfiction

summary:

Veronica could always defend herself, always keep a straight face.

Until one day, when she has to do something that makes even herself question, what was she made for.

part I Bigger dog

"Everybody, calm it!" said Jax for the fourth time with an angry expression. Everyone held everyone at gunpoint. The deal with the Mayans went south. The Sons were all in Mayan grounds, they were surrounded.

They came to convince Alvarez to let them sell a shipment of guns near Oakland. Needless to say, El Padrino wasn't too happy about them arming up his streets.

But the Irish were pushing hard on the Sons and they needed to find a buyer ASAP. The Niners didn't buy it. They were deep in shit. A street gang in Oakland was offering just enough money for them to cover the Kings and make some profit for themselves. It would been the perfect situation, only for them weren't on enemy territory.

"It is a one time deal. You get a percentage too." Jax added.

Alvarez laughed. "You white boy you tripping on some shit if you think I will let you sell here."

"At least can we talk through this without pointing the guns?" Veronica said quietly and gestured around with her free hand.

Alvarez shook his head, and signalled to his men to lower their guns.

"Thank you" nodded Jax. The mexican did the same.

"Please Marcus, if we weren't in this situation, we wouldn't ask you something like this. And have another offer." Jax gestured to Veronica to continue.

So this was the part when she had to step in. She found herself in this situation because of a debt. She had to borrow once some money from SAMCRO, and they agreed that instead of fully paying it back in cash, she did something for them.

Her gig was a high end beauty store in the outskirts of Stockton. She imported MAC lipsticks and Uzis. Dior powders and metamphetamine. What was in season. That was her shit.

"If you let them sell this shipment now, I will pay you an allowance in the next three months, Papi. A percentage of sales. The higher the sales, the more money you get" said Veronica and crossed her arms. This was her deal with Jax, this is how she was gonna pay off the rest of her debt.

"What's your business have to do with this?" Alvarez asked.

"Oh, I'm just happy to help out my friends, you know. It's good for business you know if you have powerful relationships with powerful people" said Veronica with a smirk on her face.

Alvarez and her had already crossed ways in multiple occasions. Everybody in that area who dwelt in illegal businesses knew her. She immigrated from Eastern Europe when she was a minor. As an orphan, she quickly had to fend for herself in order to survive in this climate. She was the diva, a woman in power, who was not involved in porn or prostitution, but instead, in their trade. She was a curiosity nonetheless.

Plus Veronica was young and pretty. She had long dirty blonde hair, which she always wore wavy, and big blue eyes which stared so intensely into everyones' eyes. She was tall, almost the same height as Alvarez. She was athletic but very curvy at the right places, and slim where she needed to be. She was always told when she was a kid that she was "big boned". In the California sun, her skin was a bit more tan that originally, but still, she was a light shade of cream.

Overall, she looked beautiful. But her beauty was always overshadowed by who she was. She always wore combat boots, leather or cargo pants, utilitarian clothing, jackets, denim. She almost carried herself like a man sometimes, but she still had that feminine softness in her. The way she spoke, she was wise, determined and playful at the same time.

Of course she caught Marcus Alvarez's eye. It was always his fantasy to absolutely hatefuck the shit out of that smartass blanca. To make her cry and make her beg for it. He was curious, what else she could do with that pretty, pouty mouth besides playing tough.

"Jax, how much do you need this deal?" asked Alvarez.

"I think I aleardy layed it out for you. I need this" replied Jax with a stern voice. "Ask anything else, I give it to you"

Alvarez was thinking for a second.

"Alright. I let you sell it. You give my my 100 grand. And the percentage for her sales."

"Thank you, ese" Jax said and he couldn't hide his relief.

"There is one more thing, you." Alvarez said straight to Veronica.

The woman raised her brows.

"Me? Yes?"

"No, I mean I want you. For one night." Marcus looked her in the eyes.

Veronica got really confused at first, then it dawned on her.

"What?" The question left her lips so silently that even Jax could barely understand.

The air froze and everyone stared at her.

She rarely felt anxious. The feeling of anxiety was only familiar to her from memories. When she was in fifth grade, and in the winter, the boys would come and drag the most pretty and popular girls in the snow, kicking snow in their faces and ruining their clothes. She always hated that. Her stomach sank every time when recess came. How the boys cornered her and dragged her out in the snow.

But now, she felt the anxiety. A flash of cold washed over her.

"What?" she asked, but the question felt like it wasn't even aimed at Alvarez in particular. It was aimed at everyone. Did she really need to do this for the Sons?

"Chill out, ninita. You spend a night with me. A whole night" said Alvarez with a smirk on his face.

"You a funny man" Veronica said, and now her anxiety slowly turned to anger.

"Easy now" intervened Jax. He pulled Veronica to the side.

"Listen, I don't want this to be this way. But you have to say yes. As much as I know that this is wrong. Please" Jax looked at her with pleading eyes. "They will kill my family if we don't get a buyer" he spoke the last sentence almost as a whisper.

Veronica felt sorry for Jax, but at the same time wanted to laugh him and everyone in the face. What is she? What is she in the eyes of these men?

Really, a night with her?

It didn't take much thought to figure out what were Alvarez's intentions. She always could tell if someone wanted her.

She always put people into four categories: the ones with mutual attraction, even if it was platonic, the ones with no attraction, and the ones who either were attracted to her, but she wasn't to them, and the ones with the opposite.

Marcus Alvarez was in the first category. She found the man good-looking, but this didn't help the situation, that he demanded a night with her, so he could use her as he will. No one does this to her. No one touches her without her consent.

And now she had to give consent. The Mayans were snickering, the Sons stared at them and at their leader with rage. But they had to stay quiet, she was doing this for them.

"Okay. Tell me where to go and when." said Veronica finally, completely defeated.

"Just be ready tonight by 9. I will pick you up at your house" said Alvarez "now go, get the fuck out of my crib."

Jax ushered the Sons out. Veronica only looked straight ahead, pretending to not see the concerned stares.

"Oh, and wear a dress, look pretty" added Alvarez as he turned his back on Veronica.

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We Must Hunger for Them [Yandere Sesshomaru x Reader]

Title: We Must Hunger for Them [Yandere Sesshomaru x Reader]

Synopsis:  You forgot. You forgot because of his elegant airs and his aloof disposition. You forgot because he doesn’t so much as break a sweat, doesn’t so much as lift a finger if he doesn’t have to; you forgot what he is.

For Horrorfest request: Sesshomaru  “I told you, I feed erratically, and often enormously." 

Word count: 980ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of blood and gore, non-graphic violence

The full moon should be a comfort. It often was, in your old life; a brilliant round moon would provide more illumination to keep away all those things that go bump in the night, that might jump out at any moment and devour you.

But that was your old life. A life you still remember, keenly, sharply, painfully. But not a life you have anymore. Not since you were pressed into the service–if your unsteady companionship could be called service–of the demon lord Sesshomaru, whose full titles you heard so often recited from Jaken as he tut-tutted over your inability to meet some essential metrics now and then.

Tonight, the full moon brings no comfort, no sense of safety. It only illuminates the horror in front of you. The carnage. The blood.

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Infirmity [Yandere Sesshomaru x Reader]

Title: Infirmity [Yandere Sesshomaru x Reader]

Synopsis: Sesshomaru doesn’t know why he doesn’t just put you out of his misery. Commissioned piece.

Word Count: 1298

notes: yandere, (previously) kidnapped reader, some violence and gore

You are a nuisance. Always requiring more time and care, food and shelter and protection, than he should ever deign to give anyone, much less a human. Your very weakness proves his inherent superiority to your species, and every time he sees you stumble during his travels, every time you require rest and nourishment, he reminds himself of that fact.

Yet he cannot think of that now, despite the situation he’s found you in. All he can think of is red. The dark red of your blood congealing on the ground, staining the grass and dirt. The bright red coating your stomach in harsh red gashes which ooze with green poison. The poison stinks even from several feet away. 

The red of his own eyes as he feels a dark blood lust envelope his body with sickening warmth. He can feel himself giving into it even as he wonders why he should be this upset at all. Should he not simply strike the demon down with coldness, and deal with you–alive or dead–as it comes? But there’s anger within him, unexpected, burdensome, and he can feel it pushing him fast and hard to act more rashly. 

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Should I continue this?🫣😏

handle your own when you become a man //

a Marcus Alvarez x female!OC fanfiction

summary:

Veronica could always defend herself, always keep a straight face.

Until one day, when she has to do something that makes even herself question, what was she made for.

part I Bigger dog

"Everybody, calm it!" said Jax for the fourth time with an angry expression. Everyone held everyone at gunpoint. The deal with the Mayans went south. The Sons were all in Mayan grounds, they were surrounded.

They came to convince Alvarez to let them sell a shipment of guns near Oakland. Needless to say, El Padrino wasn't too happy about them arming up his streets.

But the Irish were pushing hard on the Sons and they needed to find a buyer ASAP. The Niners didn't buy it. They were deep in shit. A street gang in Oakland was offering just enough money for them to cover the Kings and make some profit for themselves. It would been the perfect situation, only for them weren't on enemy territory.

"It is a one time deal. You get a percentage too." Jax added.

Alvarez laughed. "You white boy you tripping on some shit if you think I will let you sell here."

"At least can we talk through this without pointing the guns?" Veronica said quietly and gestured around with her free hand.

Alvarez shook his head, and signalled to his men to lower their guns.

"Thank you" nodded Jax. The mexican did the same.

"Please Marcus, if we weren't in this situation, we wouldn't ask you something like this. And have another offer." Jax gestured to Veronica to continue.

So this was the part when she had to step in. She found herself in this situation because of a debt. She had to borrow once some money from SAMCRO, and they agreed that instead of fully paying it back in cash, she did something for them.

Her gig was a high end beauty store in the outskirts of Stockton. She imported MAC lipsticks and Uzis. Dior powders and metamphetamine. What was in season. That was her shit.

"If you let them sell this shipment now, I will pay you an allowance in the next three months, Papi. A percentage of sales. The higher the sales, the more money you get" said Veronica and crossed her arms. This was her deal with Jax, this is how she was gonna pay off the rest of her debt.

"What's your business have to do with this?" Alvarez asked.

"Oh, I'm just happy to help out my friends, you know. It's good for business you know if you have powerful relationships with powerful people" said Veronica with a smirk on her face.

Alvarez and her had already crossed ways in multiple occasions. Everybody in that area who dwelt in illegal businesses knew her. She immigrated from Eastern Europe when she was a minor. As an orphan, she quickly had to fend for herself in order to survive in this climate. She was the diva, a woman in power, who was not involved in porn or prostitution, but instead, in their trade. She was a curiosity nonetheless.

Plus Veronica was young and pretty. She had long dirty blonde hair, which she always wore wavy, and big blue eyes which stared so intensely into everyones' eyes. She was tall, almost the same height as Alvarez. She was athletic but very curvy at the right places, and slim where she needed to be. She was always told when she was a kid that she was "big boned". In the California sun, her skin was a bit more tan that originally, but still, she was a light shade of cream.

Overall, she looked beautiful. But her beauty was always overshadowed by who she was. She always wore combat boots, leather or cargo pants, utilitarian clothing, jackets, denim. She almost carried herself like a man sometimes, but she still had that feminine softness in her. The way she spoke, she was wise, determined and playful at the same time.

Of course she caught Marcus Alvarez's eye. It was always his fantasy to absolutely hatefuck the shit out of that smartass blanca. To make her cry and make her beg for it. He was curious, what else she could do with that pretty, pouty mouth besides playing tough.

"Jax, how much do you need this deal?" asked Alvarez.

"I think I aleardy layed it out for you. I need this" replied Jax with a stern voice. "Ask anything else, I give it to you"

Alvarez was thinking for a second.

"Alright. I let you sell it. You give my my 100 grand. And the percentage for her sales."

"Thank you, ese" Jax said and he couldn't hide his relief.

"There is one more thing, you." Alvarez said straight to Veronica.

The woman raised her brows.

"Me? Yes?"

"No, I mean I want you. For one night." Marcus looked her in the eyes.

Veronica got really confused at first, then it dawned on her.

"What?" The question left her lips so silently that even Jax could barely understand.

The air froze and everyone stared at her.

She rarely felt anxious. The feeling of anxiety was only familiar to her from memories. When she was in fifth grade, and in the winter, the boys would come and drag the most pretty and popular girls in the snow, kicking snow in their faces and ruining their clothes. She always hated that. Her stomach sank every time when recess came. How the boys cornered her and dragged her out in the snow.

But now, she felt the anxiety. A flash of cold washed over her.

"What?" she asked, but the question felt like it wasn't even aimed at Alvarez in particular. It was aimed at everyone. Did she really need to do this for the Sons?

"Chill out, ninita. You spend a night with me. A whole night" said Alvarez with a smirk on his face.

"You a funny man" Veronica said, and now her anxiety slowly turned to anger.

"Easy now" intervened Jax. He pulled Veronica to the side.

"Listen, I don't want this to be this way. But you have to say yes. As much as I know that this is wrong. Please" Jax looked at her with pleading eyes. "They will kill my family if we don't get a buyer" he spoke the last sentence almost as a whisper.

Veronica felt sorry for Jax, but at the same time wanted to laugh him and everyone in the face. What is she? What is she in the eyes of these men?

Really, a night with her?

It didn't take much thought to figure out what were Alvarez's intentions. She always could tell if someone wanted her.

She always put people into four categories: the ones with mutual attraction, even if it was platonic, the ones with no attraction, and the ones who either were attracted to her, but she wasn't to them, and the ones with the opposite.

Marcus Alvarez was in the first category. She found the man good-looking, but this didn't help the situation, that he demanded a night with her, so he could use her as he will. No one does this to her. No one touches her without her consent.

And now she had to give consent. The Mayans were snickering, the Sons stared at them and at their leader with rage. But they had to stay quiet, she was doing this for them.

"Okay. Tell me where to go and when." said Veronica finally, completely defeated.

"Just be ready tonight by 9. I will pick you up at your house" said Alvarez "now go, get the fuck out of my crib."

Jax ushered the Sons out. Veronica only looked straight ahead, pretending to not see the concerned stares.

"Oh, and wear a dress, look pretty" added Alvarez as he turned his back on Veronica.

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handle your own when you become a man //

a Marcus Alvarez x female!OC fanfiction

summary:

Veronica could always defend herself, always keep a straight face.

Until one day, when she has to do something that makes even herself question, what was she made for.

part I Bigger dog

"Everybody, calm it!" said Jax for the fourth time with an angry expression. Everyone held everyone at gunpoint. The deal with the Mayans went south. The Sons were all in Mayan grounds, they were surrounded.

They came to convince Alvarez to let them sell a shipment of guns near Oakland. Needless to say, El Padrino wasn't too happy about them arming up his streets.

But the Irish were pushing hard on the Sons and they needed to find a buyer ASAP. The Niners didn't buy it. They were deep in shit. A street gang in Oakland was offering just enough money for them to cover the Kings and make some profit for themselves. It would been the perfect situation, only for them weren't on enemy territory.

"It is a one time deal. You get a percentage too." Jax added.

Alvarez laughed. "You white boy you tripping on some shit if you think I will let you sell here."

"At least can we talk through this without pointing the guns?" Veronica said quietly and gestured around with her free hand.

Alvarez shook his head, and signalled to his men to lower their guns.

"Thank you" nodded Jax. The mexican did the same.

"Please Marcus, if we weren't in this situation, we wouldn't ask you something like this. And have another offer." Jax gestured to Veronica to continue.

So this was the part when she had to step in. She found herself in this situation because of a debt. She had to borrow once some money from SAMCRO, and they agreed that instead of fully paying it back in cash, she did something for them.

Her gig was a high end beauty store in the outskirts of Stockton. She imported MAC lipsticks and Uzis. Dior powders and metamphetamine. What was in season. That was her shit.

"If you let them sell this shipment now, I will pay you an allowance in the next three months, Papi. A percentage of sales. The higher the sales, the more money you get" said Veronica and crossed her arms. This was her deal with Jax, this is how she was gonna pay off the rest of her debt.

"What's your business have to do with this?" Alvarez asked.

"Oh, I'm just happy to help out my friends, you know. It's good for business you know if you have powerful relationships with powerful people" said Veronica with a smirk on her face.

Alvarez and her had already crossed ways in multiple occasions. Everybody in that area who dwelt in illegal businesses knew her. She immigrated from Eastern Europe when she was a minor. As an orphan, she quickly had to fend for herself in order to survive in this climate. She was the diva, a woman in power, who was not involved in porn or prostitution, but instead, in their trade. She was a curiosity nonetheless.

Plus Veronica was young and pretty. She had long dirty blonde hair, which she always wore wavy, and big blue eyes which stared so intensely into everyones' eyes. She was tall, almost the same height as Alvarez. She was athletic but very curvy at the right places, and slim where she needed to be. She was always told when she was a kid that she was "big boned". In the California sun, her skin was a bit more tan that originally, but still, she was a light shade of cream.

Overall, she looked beautiful. But her beauty was always overshadowed by who she was. She always wore combat boots, leather or cargo pants, utilitarian clothing, jackets, denim. She almost carried herself like a man sometimes, but she still had that feminine softness in her. The way she spoke, she was wise, determined and playful at the same time.

Of course she caught Marcus Alvarez's eye. It was always his fantasy to absolutely hatefuck the shit out of that smartass blanca. To make her cry and make her beg for it. He was curious, what else she could do with that pretty, pouty mouth besides playing tough.

"Jax, how much do you need this deal?" asked Alvarez.

"I think I aleardy layed it out for you. I need this" replied Jax with a stern voice. "Ask anything else, I give it to you"

Alvarez was thinking for a second.

"Alright. I let you sell it. You give my my 100 grand. And the percentage for her sales."

"Thank you, ese" Jax said and he couldn't hide his relief.

"There is one more thing, you." Alvarez said straight to Veronica.

The woman raised her brows.

"Me? Yes?"

"No, I mean I want you. For one night." Marcus looked her in the eyes.

Veronica got really confused at first, then it dawned on her.

"What?" The question left her lips so silently that even Jax could barely understand.

The air froze and everyone stared at her.

She rarely felt anxious. The feeling of anxiety was only familiar to her from memories. When she was in fifth grade, and in the winter, the boys would come and drag the most pretty and popular girls in the snow, kicking snow in their faces and ruining their clothes. She always hated that. Her stomach sank every time when recess came. How the boys cornered her and dragged her out in the snow.

But now, she felt the anxiety. A flash of cold washed over her.

"What?" she asked, but the question felt like it wasn't even aimed at Alvarez in particular. It was aimed at everyone. Did she really need to do this for the Sons?

"Chill out, ninita. You spend a night with me. A whole night" said Alvarez with a smirk on his face.

"You a funny man" Veronica said, and now her anxiety slowly turned to anger.

"Easy now" intervened Jax. He pulled Veronica to the side.

"Listen, I don't want this to be this way. But you have to say yes. As much as I know that this is wrong. Please" Jax looked at her with pleading eyes. "They will kill my family if we don't get a buyer" he spoke the last sentence almost as a whisper.

Veronica felt sorry for Jax, but at the same time wanted to laugh him and everyone in the face. What is she? What is she in the eyes of these men?

Really, a night with her?

It didn't take much thought to figure out what were Alvarez's intentions. She always could tell if someone wanted her.

She always put people into four categories: the ones with mutual attraction, even if it was platonic, the ones with no attraction, and the ones who either were attracted to her, but she wasn't to them, and the ones with the opposite.

Marcus Alvarez was in the first category. She found the man good-looking, but this didn't help the situation, that he demanded a night with her, so he could use her as he will. No one does this to her. No one touches her without her consent.

And now she had to give consent. The Mayans were snickering, the Sons stared at them and at their leader with rage. But they had to stay quiet, she was doing this for them.

"Okay. Tell me where to go and when." said Veronica finally, completely defeated.

"Just be ready tonight by 9. I will pick you up at your house" said Alvarez "now go, get the fuck out of my crib."

Jax ushered the Sons out. Veronica only looked straight ahead, pretending to not see the concerned stares.

"Oh, and wear a dress, look pretty" added Alvarez as he turned his back on Veronica.

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ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part II. and you'r my cult leader

The next day she woke up with a horrible headache. But she couldn't rest at home, she awoke to a call from Tig. Church meeting.

Well, just what Y/N needed. From the moment she woke up, the only thing she could think about was the night before. The pain of it all, her betrayal, Chibs's betrayal. How he hit her. And how he took care of her after. But it didn't matter. If she ever had hopes for her and him, after last night, it was all gone.

Walking into the bathroom she looked in the mirror. She was taken aback by how bad she looked. Her eyes were bruised from her eyebrows down until her cheeks. Above her right eye there was a cut, which turned into a scab overnight. The same on her lips. She cleaned herself up and put clean stitches over it. Her whole face was swollen.

After the shower, she dried her hair, and whilst drinking a cup of tea and smoking a cigarette, she held a bag of frozen peas over her face, hoping to reduce the swelling. She didn't ever bother with makeup, knowing that her condition was far from concealable.

She put on a pair of skinny brown jeans, and a loose cream colored turtleneck blouse, put on her cut, and after completing her outfit with black boots, she was out the door.

She arrived just on time. Usually she is always early, but she didn't want to spend more time at the clubhouse today than it was necessary.

When she walked in, all of them were at the bar. Jax, Tig, Happy, Quinn, Bobby, Juice, Opie and Chibs. The prospects were cleaning up.

When they first saw her, everyone got quiet for a second.

"Holy shit." Jax exclaimed "Who did this to you?"

"Girl, are you okay?" asked Tig, and he quickly walked up to her and held Y/N's face gently in his hands.

"Yes Tigger. I'm okay guys. This was some personal stuff, there is nothing to worry about." She tried to sound as convincing and confident as she could.

"That is certainly a thing we should be worried about" said Bobby.

"The person who did this to you is an animal. That is all that I'm saying." Quinn spoke. Even Happy looked concerned.

Opie and Juice didn't say anything but were very conflicted. Opie hugged her shoulders as they went in to the Table.

Chibs haven't said a word. He didn't even look her in the eye.

"So, before we talk about what is on our plate with the Mayans, Y/N, you have to tell us what happened. Who hurt you?" Jax asked.

They all nodded and turned to her.

"This was personal business, and I do not wish to tell you just now. I can't tell you, trust me." She looked Jax straight in the eye, with a knowing look. At first Jax just stared at her, but after some monent, she could see that he finally understood what happened. After all, Jax and Chibs were the only one knowing about the ratting. Jax glanced at Chibs who was continuously staring at a specific part of the table in front of him. He then looked back at Jax, and the President understood everything.

"Fine. I respect that Y/N."

"But that is not okay? Somebody hurt her. Who was it? A lover maybe?" Tig guessed.

"He is right, we have to protect her" Juice added.

Y/N chuckled at Juice's suggestion that she needs protection, but smiled at him. She loved Juice, he was so cute, like a little brother to her.

"If pres said to leave it, leave it." Chibs finally looked up and at Y/N. His voice was strict.

After that, the subject changes to Alvarez getting into the Diosa business. They all voted aye for allowing the mexican to buy out Nero's part.

"And guys, I have some good news. We will have a big party tonight. We are all set, things going okay for now. Everyone, wind down, have fun." Jax said and hit the table with the gavel.

Y/N didn't want to spend her time at the clubhouse. She almost immediately got up, and left.

Honestly, the only thing Y/N wanted was to lay in her bed, eat some ice cream, watch a movie and fall asleep. Luckily, there was no more club business for that day, so she went to the grocery store before heading home, where she bought some frozen pizzas, and ice cream. She rode home and was all set for the day.

She took another shower. There was something about feeling clean. She put on a new set of baby pink pyjamas, and crawled into her bed. She got overwhelmed by the tv selection, and after finding nothing she was in the mood for, she started watching a documentary about cheetahs.

She tried her best to pay attention to the hunting method of the animals, or her ice cream, or anything which was not Chibs, but she couldn't. She never wanted to see him again. At the same time all she wanted was him.

When she finished her sweets and put the spoon in the dishwasher, she heard knocking.

She froze. She didn't expect anyone. Her gun was in her bedroom, and her semi was near the front entrance of the house on the coat hanger.

By the time she thought of a solution, it didn't matter.

"Aye, it's me girl. Let me in, I want to talk to ya." It was Chibs. Y/N felt like her heart skipped a beat.

She walked up to the front door.

"What do you want?" She spoke softly, just loud enough for the man outside to hear.

"Let me in. I just want to check up on you." She couldn't figure out Chibs's intentions. It dawned on her, that she was scared. Scared of her friend, brother... She felt incredibly weak and bitter.

"Y/N?"

"I'm scared." That was her response.

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"I'm scared." Her voice was so weak, so soft, he could hear the fear and it crushed him. She was everything. The most amazing, interesting, caring and smart women he has ever known. She made a mistake, she had to pay. Or maybe he was too harsh?

He felt as if his heart was sinking to the deepest void.

"Please sweetheart. Let me in, I am not here to hurt you. I just want to..." But what did he want? Himself didn't even know. "I just want to see you."

The door slowly, very slowly opened. Her small frame seemed even smaller now. Barefoot, with her pink pyjamas she was like a little girl. Only little girls don't have their faced wrecked by big bad bikers.

Chibs walked into the house. When he heard the door close behind him, he straight up walked up to Y/N who instantly stepped back until her back hit the wall.

"Don't." He said and embraced her in his arms. At first she froze but then put her arms around him. She smelled like fresh bodywash, clean bedsheets and candy. She was so pure at that moment.

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He smelled like tobacco, gasoline and dirt. His strong arms somehow calmed Y/N down.

"I'm here." She said.

"And so am I. I am sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you."

"No, if you haven't done this, maybe somebody else would've done even worse. I could be dead, Chibs. For what I've done."

He didn't reply. Instead, he picked her up, initially in bridal style, but she eagerly put her legs around his waist.

They looked each other in the eye, and then Y/N caressed Chibs's glasgow smile.

"Take me to bed."

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ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N

part I. i'm you jazz singer

summary: a twist from a scene from s6/ep1.

Y/N snitches, and gets punished for it

warnings : description of violence, domestic(ish) violence, beating

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

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Y/N was actually just finishing up on a Sportster. She pulled down her gloves, put down the tools, and wanted to head out, when the Sergeant at Arms stepped into the garage.

"Chibby?" Y/N called out to him with a smile. She usually gave everyone awkward nicknames.

Chibs slowly walked up to her, and had an expression which started to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.

"Is everything cool?" she asked.

Chibs walked slowly past her, then leaned on the counter.

"I need a minute with ya." He said with strict voice. Y/N's smile started to fade.

"Yeah, sure." Y/N still didn't know what to expect. Her and Chibs were on very good terms. Almost too good. At least what concerned Y/N' feelings. She also suspected that the Scot has a soft spot for her too.

But right now, Chibs was anything but soft.

Y/N froze when she saw the man taking off his jacket.

"You know, Jax might have gave you a pass, but I can't forget about that, so easily." Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel the panic creeping up on her.

She had no choice. Roosevelt was pushing on her hard for intel. She didn't say anything though, what would seriously put her brothers or club at danger.

But she also knew that it didn't matter. She was a rat, and Chibs knew it.

The man started to take off his rings, and lined them up almost ritualistically on the counter.

Y/N wanted to cry. She knew what was going to happen. But she couldn't cry and she couldn't run away. Or to better put it, she wouldn't.

"I've never put my hands on a woman. Not once." He said slowly. "This does not give me joy or satisfaction. On the contrary." He put his last ring down. "But I have to do this now, Y/N." Chibs started to come closer. Slowly, menacingly.

"I know."

She stood her ground. With her back straight, chin up, she looked her friend in the eyes.

"I love you." she said.

"I know."

And with that came the first blow. The man didn't hold back. Y/N fell onto the floor. Her palms were scratched by the rough wood. Her head was spinning but she knew she had to get up. This time she could get up on her own. She tries to keep her balance and looked Chibs in the eye, waiting for the next hit.

Chibs felt rage, disgust, sadness and love at the same time. He didn't want to cause her serious damage but he knew he had to do this. She got away far too easily. If one of their brothers knew about her ratting, Chibs wasn't sure if she would get away with only a beating.

In her e/c eyes he could see sorrow, pain and determination. She wasn't broken. Yet.

He hit the other side of her face next. Y/N felt her lip slicing open and she almost bit her tongue. She fell on the floor again. A little bit of blood dripped down on the wood.

The pain was bad, the dizziness worse, and the fact that Chibs did this to her, the worst. But the worst of the worst was that she knew, she deserved this. She was well aware what this lifestyle meant. What being in a club meant.

This time she couldn't get up on her own. She tried tough, but she fell back on the floor. Chibs grabbed her and roughly pulled her up. Her heart was crying, but she wasn't. At this point she couldn't stop her body from trembling. She held onto Chibs' cut, looked him straight in the eye again, and awaited the next hit.

Chibs still didn't show mercy. Y/N let out a cry of pain. She was grabbing Chibs cut but could not fully hold on. She fell onto her knees in front of her friend.

It was almost too much for Chibs. But he felt this rush of rage which told him, this is not the end yet. He dragged her back onto her feet, but she could barely stand up. Her face was bleeding and red. She still didn't cry, but the defiance in her eyes faded almost completely.

Chibs hit her again, and she let out a scream. She felt something snap in her mouth.

He didn't let her fall this time, he grabbed her arm and waist, and kept her upright. She would bruise where he grabbed her, but at that point, it did not have importance.

Tears started to fall from her eyes. She couldn't look him in the eye anymore. Quiet but guttural screams and grunts could be heard. She couldn't take it anymore.

Chibs saw that she was almost gone. He wanted to steady her, but it was impossible. He dragged her next to the counter balanced her against it. Then he hit her one last time, as hard as he could.

Her cries were suddenly stopped when she finally lost conciousness.

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They were silent. The man held Y/N's head firmly with one hand. Firmly, but gently, as gently as he could. With the other he was holding a piece of wet towel, and was wiping down Y/N's face. She was calmed down, only occasionally a tear left her eyes. Her face looked horrible. It was swollen, with red bruises which would turn blue afterwards. Chibs put stiches on the eyebrows where it was split.

Y/N felt that one of her back teeth was moving. She had to have that checked out. The blood was filling her mouth, and she let it drip from her mouth to the floor.

"What is it?" Chibs asked her, concerned that it was internal bleeding.

"A tooth." She spoke quietly.

"Let me see." The man said and she opened her mouth compliantly. He put his index finger carefully in her mouth and inspected the damage. He could feel it slightly moving.

"You will have to see a dentist about that." He said.

"I know."

When he finished cleaning her up, he started to slide his fingers through her hair with one hand, and reached out to touch her face with the other. Y/N flinched and almost jumped in her seat.

"Hey, it's okay." The man whispered, and caressed her face and lips. This was the first time since the beating when Y/N looked at Chibs. They sat in silence but they knew exactly what the other one wanted to say.

She closed her eyes and he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Seeing her this way was hard on him. He never hurt a woman before, and he didn't thought he will, especially not Y/N. He stood up and pulled her up alongside him, then embraced her. He hugged her tightly and lovingly. That is when Y/N started crying. It wasn't even crying, it was sobbing. All the built up fear, sadness and pain crushed down on her. She couldn't stop shaking, her tears made Chibs' cut wet.

He didn't say anything, just took her into his arms, and sat down. He rocked her like a baby back and forth, sometimes kissing her cheek, forehead and caressing her gently. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity to them, she calmed down, and fell asleep in Chibs' arms.

PART TWO:

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