#jax teller imagines

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― female reader. no description of features. no mentions of size, race or age.

𝗝𝗮𝘅 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― You're His Cousin

When you show up in Charming, he thinks you're just another girl passing through.

But the moment you drop your last name and mention you're from his dad's side of the family, his expression shifts.

“Wait—you're my dad's niece?”

Once the shock wears off, he pulls you in for a tight hug like he's known you forever.

Protective instincts kick in immediately—any club drama? You’re off-limits.

Starts calling you "cuz" with a smirk, especially when teasing you.

Brags about having family outside the madness, like it makes him feel more grounded.

Insists you hang around the clubhouse but never lets anyone flirt with you.

Low-key screens every guy who looks at you twice.

𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― You're His Cousin

Quiet shock. He just sort of stares at you for a minute, processing it.

“Seriously? You’re my cousin?”

As soon as it sinks in, he gets this warm, nostalgic smile—like he suddenly remembers the parts of his family that didn’t burn out.

Treats you with a calm, steady kind of protectiveness—he’s not loud about it, but it’s always there.

Invites you to family dinners with his kids. Donna would’ve loved you.

Opens up to you more than most people, especially about club life.

Calls you “kid” even if you’re close in age.

Helps you feel like part of a family, even in the middle of chaos.

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― You're His Daughter

First reaction? Silence. You’d think he didn’t hear you.

But his eyes? There’s something raw in them, something that hurts and heals at the same time.

“You sure?” he finally asks, voice gruff, like he’s bracing for a lie.

When it’s real, he’s shaken but owns it fast—calls you “baby girl” with a reverence no one’s ever heard from him.

Keeps his distance at first, unsure how to be soft. But he wants to try.

Woe to anyone who even looks at you wrong—he’s got that reaper glare locked and loaded.

Brings you to the garage, teaches you how to fix a bike like it’s sacred bonding.

Occasionally drops the mask to say, “Proud of you,” and those three words hit harder than any of his kills.

Gets weirdly emotional on your birthday. Won’t talk about it, just gives you a carved knife and a hug that lasts too long.

𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― You're His Niece

His jaw actually drops when you tell him. “Wait—what?!”

He’s the most excited out of all of them. Constantly telling everyone, “That’s my niece!”

Thinks it’s the coolest thing ever and immediately tries to connect.

Tries way too hard to be the “cool uncle” but in an endearing way.

Offers to take you on his bike, teaches you about tech, and sneaks you into club parties with a wink.

Super supportive of your dreams—even if it’s the opposite of club life.

Gets emotional when you call him “Uncle Juan.”

Tells you embarrassing stories about the other Sons like it’s his job.

If anyone messes with you, he turns from golden retriever to pit bull in seconds.

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― You're His Daughter

Freezes. Not a twitch. Just that sharp, intense gaze locked on yours.

“Yer no jokin’, aye?” he asks, voice low and serious.

When he realizes it’s true, something cracks in him—guilt, grief, pride—he’s not sure.

Gently takes your hand like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“Lass… you look just like yer ma.”

Very traditional in his care—calls you “darlin’” and “my girl” with pure affection.

Gets fiercely overprotective but always respectful of your space.

Never forces the relationship, but he wants it more than he can say.

Shares his past piece by piece, like gifting you trust.

Starts showing up for everything: birthdays, holidays, even your school/work functions.

𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― You're His Niece

“What the—get outta here! No way! Seriously?”

Disbelief turns into this goofy grin, like he just won the lottery.

Doesn’t know if he should hug you or freak out, so he does both.

Constantly checking in, but in the most chaotic way: “You eat today? Punch anyone? Need bail money?”

Obnoxiously affectionate. Ruffles your hair, slings an arm around your shoulder, calls you “kiddo.”

Definitely teaches you inappropriate jokes and questionable life advice.

Will absolutely threaten anyone who gets too close to you.

Keeps a photo of you on his phone and shows everyone: “Look at my niece! Isn’t she gorgeous? Don’t touch her, though. Ever.”

Beneath the crazy is a deeply loyal heart—he’d burn the world for you.

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You and Jax had been together for years. He’d made a dumb joke when he was 15, and 14-year-old you folded. Gemma had been hesitant when you two announced your engagement four years later, and even more hesitant when she watched her 19-year-old baby boy promise you to, “Treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley.”

She watched as you sat at the bar to finish your homework (you finished school whilst Jax chose to drop out), watched as you would look after Jax after a tough run. By the time you were 20, she was itching for grandkids. She had accepted you. Decided that you were good for Jax, brought out this soft side in him that he would’ve completely lost if you weren’t there. So when you and Jax told her when you were 21, that she would be a grandmother, she was ecstatic. But then you also told her a few weeks later that you had lost the baby. So she approached your next pregnancy, three years later, cautiously. And then you had Abel. Thomas followed two years later. You and Jax, at the ages of 28 and 29, were the king and queen of Charming. And Gemma loved you, albeit, she got frustrated with the boundaries you’d set when it came to the children and the club, but if she said anything, she would have Jax to deal with. It wasn’t like you kept the boys fully away from the club. But you rarely let them at the clubhouse, and never told them what their dad was really off doing on his work trips. But she liked you. She respected you. So, Gemma Teller-Morrow, kept her mouth shut for once. 

Until now. For someone who was often confident, not taking shit from jealous crow eaters, you were awfully quiet. Ima was saying something to you, before turning, flipping her hair and storming off. You quietly walked to your car, leaving the lot without a word. So, Gemma texted Jax, worried. And he promised to talk to you later that night.

By the time he got home, the kids were asleep, and his dinner was in the oven. He ate quickly before walking through the house to find you. Maybe you hadn’t heard him coming home, because you were standing in front of the mirror, twisting and turning, prodding and poking. “Darlin’?”

You jump, turning from the mirror and dropping your hands. “Hey, baby.”

“What’re you doin’?”

“Nothin’. Was boutta shower.”

He frowns, obviously not believing a word you say, “Give me five and I’ll join you.” You stiffen for a second, before nodding and slapping a forced smile on your face. He raises an eyebrow, before crossing the bedroom and grabbing your hips. “Abel have a good day at school?”

“Yeah. Said they did painting,” you refuse to meet his eye, until one hand reaches up towards your chin.

“What’s goin’ on, baby?”

His hand moves to cup your jaw, thumb running across your cheek bone. You smile softly, “I’m just tired. Thomas was running around all day.”

You can tell he doesn’t believe it, that he really knows what’s going on. Jax leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you. I’ve loved you for 14 years, and I know when you’re lying to me. Now go shower, I’ll wait.”

“I thought you wanted to shower together?”

“You need a minute alone. It don’t matter what I want. Gotta look after my girl, even if it means I gotta let her shower alone when she’s feelin’ bad ‘bout herself. Go shower, I’ll get you some pyjamas and find a movie.”

He gently nudges you towards the bathroom, closing the door behind you. 

When you came back out, your favourite pair of winter pyjamas was on the bed, flannel with little bunnies on them, and your favourite disney movie was on the small TV in your bedroom. You change quickly, glancing at the mirror, only to see that Jax had covered it with a sheet. The door opens, “Feelin’ better?”

You nod, staring at the covered mirror, his arms wind around your middle once he makes his way to you. He was warm, always was, “You’re warm.”

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek and nudging you towards the covered mirror. He reaches out and pulls the sheet off and then wraps his arms back around you, “Look at you. Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. My wife. Mother of my children. Ima doesn’t know what she’s talkin’ about. You’re even more beautiful than you were when you were 14. Havin��� my kids did you good.”

He holds your chin towards the mirror, so you watch as he holds you close and talks. And then he lifts you up and deposits you in the bed. You notice that he’d pulled the covers back earlier, as he pulls them back over you. And then the mirror is covered back up, and he’s next to you, pulling you into his chest and playing the movie. You still partly felt horrible about yourself, but he’d helped. A little. So, you curl up into him, “Thank you.”

He looks down, brushing hair behind your ear, “You’re welcome, darlin’, now shh, the movie’s playin’.”

[secretlysamcro]

You, Jax and Opie grew up glued at the hip. Basically family. Though there was always something unspoken between you and Jax, but it never went anywhere, especially after Wendy & Tara came on the scene. Now, the three of you are all grown up, dealing with your own shit, trying to figure life out.

TW: Possible spoilers, drug use, domestic violence, threatening language, murder, smut, angst & all those confusing emotions!!

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Hello Darlin'

Summary; Jax writes you a letter while in Prision. Pairing; Jax Teller x Female Reader Warnings; Strong Language

I know you've been busy with the kids and everything else while I've been stuck in this shithole. We're working on getting out of here but it's taking longer than planned. Shit has gone south.

I'm still counting down the days until I see your gorgeous face. It's the only thing keeping going. Apart from the kids of course.

Are the kids behaving themselves? Remember if you need a break or their getting under your feet, just take them over to my Mom's. She'll gladly take them for a few hours. Spoil them rotten and all.

I've sent you a visiting order so I can talk to you in person. Our phone calls aren't cutting it anymore.

Love you Darlin'

Jax

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Jax Teller X Readder - Always Been You

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

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

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

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

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

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

He just couldn’t help it. 

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

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

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

But he didn’t. 

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

And now it was too late. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Your Camera roll if you were dating Jax Teller (pt.2)

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(If I was his gf it would be my goal to take as many goofy pictures of him as possible)

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Christmas Threw Up - Jax Teller

Jax Teller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,059

Summary: When Y/n decorates for christmas she like’s it to look like christmas threw up. Abel has always wanted to go all out putting up some christmas decorations. So Y/n tell’s him he can help her decorate.

Authors Note: Merry Christmas

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“Hey Darlin.” Jax greeted with a big smile once Y/n opened the door to her apartment.

“Hey handsome. Hey bub.” Yn smiled greeting both men at her door. Well man and boy. With a shy ‘Hi’ back from Abel, Jax set him down to go explore through the boxes scattered around the livingroom.

“What’s all these boxes for?” Jax asked stepping into her home looking around confused. He knew she wasn’t moving.

“Well Abel wanted to decorate for christmas and I told him about my collection. So I got everything out.” Y/n shrugged, to her it wasn’t that big of a deal. But Jax felt otherwise. She was letting his son help her, making one of Abel’s dream’s come true.

“He’s always been into that stuff just never had time to buy it all.” Jax smiled watching his son look through the clear tub’s and then he turned his attention to his girl. He was grateful to have her and he was grateful she’d do things like this for his son. Jax knows Y/n lovies Abel as if he was her own son and he couldn’t be happier about it.

“Well he can help me decorate my place.” Y/n told him wrapping her arms around Jax’s torso.

“You have a lot of Christmas stuff.” Jax stated wrapping his arms around her as well.

“It should look like Christmas threw up when we're done.” Y/n nodd’s confidently.

“Ni-nacks?” Jax raised a brow ready to tease her about it.

“No. Light’s and garland. My favorite.” She shakes her head ‘no’ and tells him what's truly in the boxes confidently. Y/n had no shame about her decorating habits.

“Oh my god. All of those?” Jax laughed amused and slightly scared.

“There��s more to.” Y/m smirks at him.

“He’s going to love this. Thank you.” He smiled down at her with adoration.

“Its no problem, Jax. I’m happy to let him help, more fun than me doing it by myself.” She tells him honestly.

“He loves you, you know?” Jax brushes her hair back. Able had become a lot more self confident and come out of his shell since Y/n came into their life’s.

“I love him too.”

“I love you as well.” Jax leaned down to kiss her.

“Hmmm, I love you too handsome.” Y/n kissed him back before pulling away for air and to answer him before Jax had to leave.

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“Alright buddy, I think that's all of it.” Y/n stood up looking around at their handy work putting up all the decorations.

“It looks awesome!” Abel yelled out in excitement looking around in amazement.

“I agree. Thank you for the help.” Y/n high fived him with a smile. 

“You're welcome. Thank you for letting me.” Abel thanked her as he turned to hug her.

“You can help me anytime Abel.” Y/n wrapped her arms around the little boy hugging him back. Y/n loved having Abel help her out, and just having him around. Abel loved to help Y/n out and go everywhere with her.

“What about the tree?” He asked letting go of her waist.

“Well since it’s a fake tree we have to straighten out all the branches. You wanna do that?” She explained to him being honest it was her least favorite part, flocking out the fake tree, but maybe Abel will like it.

“Yeah! Can we wait to decorate it till daddy comes back?” Abel asked excitedly.

“Of course we can buddy.” Y/n smiled at his thoughtfulness, wanting Jax to be included in at least some part of decorating.

A Couple hours later the two were just sitting around watching movies. All of a sudden Y/n heard a key being turned in the lock to the front door but it was Abel who saw who entered.

“Daddy!” Abel screamed out running to Jax, happy to see him.

“Hey Buddy.” Jax picked him up and kissed him on the head as he rested him on his hip.

“We saved the tree for you.” Abel told him with excitement in his eye’s.

“Thanks buddy.” Jax smiled at his son before setting him down.

“He wanted to decorate it with you here.” Y/n spoke from the couch where she and Abel had been playing ‘Disney's Guess Who?’ while watching movies.

“Holy shit.” He was almost speechless when he took in the entire apartment.

“Do you like it?” Abel asked his dad with a hint of nerves in his voice. Since they never decorated like this at home Abel was slightly nervous that his dad wouldn’t like it.

“I love it.” Jax answered with an airy laugh. Jax walked over to the couch. “You weren’t kidding. Christmas threw up in here.”

“Every year.” Y/n smiled at him proudly.

“I like it.” Jax smiled still looking here and there.

“You do?” Y/n was shocked at his comment.

“Yeah, it feels festive. Put’s you in the Christmas mood. It’s actually nice.” Jax was shocked that he truly liked and enjoyed it so much.

“Thank you, that's why I do it.” Y/n looked at him appreciatively.

“We should have christmas here. If that's okay with you?” Jax told her but he didn’t want to push.

“Yeah, that's fine with me.” She agreed. The couple watched as Abel looked around at all his and Y/n’s hard work with a glint in his eye’s. “You may also be staying here till I take this all down.”

“Abel doesn’t want to leave now huh?” Jax looked at his son and he could tell Abel would be sad to leave and go back home where it wasn’t as festive.

“Yeah, kind of.” Abel had told her as much. That it wouldn’t be like this at home. Not the same.

“That's fine with me. Maybe next year we’ll be in a place to call our own and it won’t be one or the other.” Jax shrugged at suggesting they move in together soon with a playful smirk.

“Sounds like a plan.” Y/n smiled at her man and at the thought of living together with him and Abel.

“Come on. Let’s decorate the tree.” Abel said, breaking the moment between the couple as he grabbed Jax’s hand to drag him over to the tree along with Y/n.

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Saving Grace| Jax Teller

Summary: Ryder Winston thought she had everything planned out perfectly with her sister-in-law Donna, to where she could use one of the days to go see her older brother Opie at Chino prison to let him know that he was finally gonna be an uncle. They just hadn’t counted on Jax Teller, Ryder's husband and Opie's best friend showing up to see him as well. And his finding out in the worst way possible that he was going to be a father. 

Jax /Ryder

Rated M for adult language, and implied smut 

Set pre-series 

Prequel #5 

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Chino, California 

“Donna, I really can’t thank you enough for letting me take this week's visit,” Ryder said into her phone as she started to pull into the visitor’s parking lot at Chino, the California institution for men, the prison more or less where her older brother Opie was at serving 5 years for arson.

“Of course Ry, he has been asking about you. It’s getting harder to keep the baby a secret from him. He knows something is up.” 

“That’s why I’m here D, and I am telling Pops too.” 

“Jesus Ry! You haven’t told your dad yet! You are 5 months pregnant.”

 "Nope." She laughed nervously, "I didn't want him to tell Gemma and for her to tell Jax. I want to do this on my time and terms. The club has controlled every aspect of my life, I am not going to give this up. My whole childhood and most of my adulthood has been controlled by the club. I don't want my daughter to have to go through that too."

"You are having a girl?! When did you find that out?" 

"Yesterday, at my appointment. Do you know how hard it was for Kozik not to call Jax and spill the beans right then and there about the baby." 

"You actually have a babysitter? I thought you were joking." 

"Happy and Kozik are the only two brave enough to do it. Something about me being a handful."

"Well they aren't wrong babe, you are a handful."

 Ryder laughed and then froze seeing her husband parking his bike in the space next to her. 

"Oh, you got to be fucking  kidding me." 

"What? Ry? What's wrong?" Donna asked, the end of her question hitched with anxiety worried for the safety of her sister-in-law and niece. 

 "Jax is here. Shit, he just saw me. I got to go D, I will call you back." 

Jax had already seen her and was off of his bike and pulling open the door of her cage, "Ry? What are you doing here?"

"Seeing my brother." She offered up weakly, "I worked it out with Donna. It's been a while since I have been able to come down and see him. Work has been keeping me busy."

Her husband grabbed ahold of her hand and helped her out of the car. His eyes were drawn instantly to her swollen stomach, she hadn't thought to wear something that would cover herself up more, she thought that she would have been safe being there.

No other son was around except for Opie.

"Are you?"

"Yeah, 5 months along." She answered, her free hand going to cover up the bump.

"And it's mine?" He instantly regretted the words when the hurt flooded her face. 

"Of course it's yours, Jackson, there hasn't been anyone else but you." He studied her carefully, he knew that she was always faithful to him and had been since before David Hale shattered her heart into tiny pieces and he was able to swoop in and finally make her his. 

His gloved hand reached on its own accord and rested it on top of hers.

'I was going to tell you." She started softly, "but I was scared." "Of me?" He asked, finally finding his voice fully. She nodded her head, "And of mother Gemma and her having to be involved in everything."

"Babe, have I ever given you anything to be scared of? Other than a broken heart?"

"No, but I wasn't sure if you would've been ready for a baby. We rushed our marriage, I didn't want to rush this." He covered her mouth with his to get her to stop rambling.

"Ryder, we got married because we are in love. It was the next step after you got my crow."

The crow had been the one thing that Jax was adamant about her getting when she got accepted to the university. But Piney made them wait until she graduated which ended up being a good thing because Tara started sticking her nose into their relationship and making it worse.

 Some of their worst fights came because of that

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But there had been other issues that were tied into their quickie wedding but the most important he always touted was that they loved each other and he didn't want her to go to law school at Stanford without his crow, his ring, and last name attached to her. 

 Seeing the boys flocking to her made that need worse, so first they eloped and then they had a big wedding after Gemma found out that they got married without her.

"I know, come on, we should go in and see Opie before the time frame is up."

He nodded his head and stepped away from her long enough to remove his things and put them on the driver's seat before locking her car doors. His hand tangled with hers without a second thought putting himself between her and everyone else. 

Like he always did. 

It was easy to fall back into the ease of their relationship before things went to hell. And she knew that it wouldn’t last past this, it never did but for this brief few hours, she was going to take it. 

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Opie Winston was surprised when he walked into the visitor's room and saw his sister and his best friend sitting side by side at the metal table whispering to each other. The last he had heard from not only Donna but the other brothers was that there was little to no contact between the two.

According to Happy, Ryder had been busy with work and had been made partner within 2 years compared to other new people who were still working as gophers and not getting their own cases. But his sister, his brilliant sister, was already way ahead. "Hey Ope," She grinned standing up to hug him.

 "Hey, everything okay?" He asked, looking over her head at Jax. Annoyed, his sister pinched him. "Ow." "You know, you can direct things to me, Harry." 

Sighing he took a step back to fully look at her, "Everything o," his eyes landed on her bump, "oh, okay. Wow."

Ryder laughed before retreating to sit next to her husband, "Yeah, that's been the reaction."

"It's mine." Jax filled in answering Opie's unasked question, "Just found out too." 

Opie looked at his sister surprised that she was able to keep this to herself for so long. 

Normally,  Ryder blabbed about everything especially when she was excited about something. 

And a baby was something that she had looked forward to ever since she had the miscarriage her senior year of high school. "Congrats." He finally smiled, "I am happy for you. Does Donna and the kids know?" 

Ryder nodded her head as her fingers started tracing a pattern on the memorial tattoo that her husband had on his forearm, "I told Ellie I would take her with me to an appointment to see the baby when it's closer for them to come." 

 She wanted to keep the fact that this was a girl to herself just for a while longer. 

Then everyone else could know.

  Opie was thankful that Ryder kept in contact with his kids and his wife and was stepping up while he was inside. She had taken Ellie and Kenny to Disneyland during their spring break giving Donna time to herself and that's all the kids could talk about when they came to visit the following week and he knew that it was going to be the same with this. 

“Does Mother Gemma know?” 

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finally re-editing all the parts for mom life!

Mom Life (Jax Teller Imagine) Part 1

Y/N and Jax have been together since Abel was a newborn. They then had Thomas, so Tara and Jax never got back together. As of the start of the fic, Tara and Wendy are completely out of the picture. Y/N is also in grad school while being a mother to the two boys. But there’s something she’s not telling Jax yet.

Jax was leaving for a run today. So you had the responsibility of getting the boys to Gemma’s and getting to class. This was a normal thing that you were accustomed to, but you had started to have morning sickness and normally had Jax for help.

Jax had no idea you were pregnant. You were waiting to tell him, because you knew he would worry excessively because you were still in your master’s program.

You had taken a break when you got pregnant with Thomas and really didn’t want to pause now. Especially being almost done.

You poured your coffee into a to go cup while simultaneously bouncing Thomas on your hip. He was babbling which made you smile. Every time Thomas cooed or made a noise, it warmed your heart. You put the coffee down and gave Thomas his bottle.

You had midterms coming up. There was only a semester left and then you would take a break to have your third baby. You and Jax were planning on having a third baby soon anyway.

You wanted to finish things up because you would graduate before the baby came anyway and that was the best option. You had been derailed from finished earlier because of your pregnancy with Thomas.

“Grandma is gonna take you to school today after I drop you off.” You told Abel who was sitting with Jax at the kitchen table. “Come on boys. Mommy has to get to class,” your voice was gentle. Jax stood up when you said this and picked up Abel to give him a hug since he was leaving for a week or so.

“I’ll get him in the car.” Jax said and kissed you as he walked past. You smiled and bit your lip. Jax was a damn good dad and no one could tell you otherwise.

You grabbed Thomas’ diaper bag and Abel’s backpack along with your own backpack, your coffee and then secured the squirming toddler on your hip. You headed out the door and put your coffee on top of the car. Jax had already put Abel in his car seat so he was on the other side to open the door to Thomas’ seat.

“Thanks baby,” You said and kissed him, “Say bye to daddy,” You moved Thomas’s hand to make him wave.

“Have a good day guys,” He said and waved to Abel, “Bye buddy.” You put Thomas in his car seat and strapped him in. You turned to Jax and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a long kiss. His hand reached down and squeezed you ass, “Bye hot stuff. I’ll see you later, I love you.” He winked and smacked your ass.

You couldn’t help but smile and jokingly role your eyes, “Bye goofball. I love you.” You kisses him one more time and got into your car.

You pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the clubhouse. You weren’t late for class but if you kept up this pace you might be.

When you got there, the three of you walked inside to the office where Gemma was and you gave her a weak smile. You were exhausted.

“You’re doin a great job, mama.” She kissed your forehead and smiled at you, “Don’t stress too much now.” You nodded and closed your eyes for a moment. Gemma knew you were pregnant. In fact, she was the only person that knew. You had gone to her when as soon as you found out.

“Thanks Gem. I’ll be back to get Thomas after class.” You kissed your babies goodbye and hugged Gemma. Then you were off to campus.

———

edited as of 3/20/24

[brunettemarionette]

Hello you wonderfully talented being that has graced my page!! I hope you are doing well and I absolutely love your writing!! I think you are just fantastic!!! Might I please request the soa boys getting in an argument with their fem s/o who flashes them their tatas to try and get out of the argument?

Take your time, live your best life, and may you always find something to read that hits just right!!

Thank you so much for you kind words! I hope you enjoy reading this.

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― female reader. no description of features. no mentions of size, race or age.

𝗝𝗮𝘅 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

You’re in the middle of a heated argument with Jax in the clubhouse, his blue eyes flashing as he leans against the bar, jaw tight. “Darlin’, you can’t just keep pullin’ this reckless shit!” he snaps, voice low but sharp, his hands gripping the counter.

You’re tired of his overprotective streak, so you cross your arms, glaring back. “I can handle myself, Jax!” The tension spikes, and you can tell he’s about to double down—until you smirk, lift your shirt, and flash him.

His words catch in his throat, eyes widening as he stares, a slow grin creeping across his face. “Well, damn,” he drawls, stepping closer, argument forgotten. “That’s one way to shut me up.” He pulls you into a kiss, his hands already wandering, the fight dissolving into heat.

𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Opie towers over you in the garage, his deep voice rumbling as he glares, arms crossed. “You went behind my back, Sweetheart. That’s not how this works.” His intensity makes your heart race, but you’re not backing down.

“I did what I had to, Ope!” you fire back, hands on your hips. The argument’s getting nowhere, so you decide to play dirty. With a mischievous glint, you lift your top, flashing him.

Opie freezes, his scowl softening as his eyes drop to your chest, then back up to your face. “Really?” he says, voice low, a faint blush creeping up his beard. He steps forward, grabbing your waist. “You’re trouble,” he mutters, pulling you close, the argument buried under a hungry kiss.

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Happy’s staring you down in the dimly lit safehouse, his raspy voice cutting through the silence. “You don’t listen, girl. That’s gonna get you hurt.” His dark eyes are unreadable, but the edge in his tone sets you off.

“I’m not some damsel, Hap!” you snap, pacing. The argument’s intense, his silence louder than words, so you decide to shake him up. You yank up your shirt, flashing him with a defiant smirk.

Happy’s eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flashing as he steps closer, voice dropping to a growl. “That’s your move?” He grabs your hips, pinning you against the wall. “Argument’s over,” he says, his lips crashing into yours, all heat and no mercy.

𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Juice is pacing in the clubhouse, hands running over his shaved head as he argues. “Babe, you can’t just go off like that! What if something happened?” His worry’s sweet, but it’s driving you nuts.

“I’m fine, Juice! Stop babying me!” you retort, exasperated. He’s about to lecture again, so you cut him off with a bold move, lifting your shirt to flash him.

His jaw drops, eyes wide as he stumbles over his words, cheeks flushing. “Uh… damn, Baby,” he mumbles, scratching his neck, a shy grin breaking through. He steps closer, argument forgotten. “You win,” he says, pulling you into a soft, needy kiss, still blushing.

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Chibs leans against his bike, his thick Scottish accent sharp as he glares at you. “Lass, ye can’t be pullin’ stunts like that. Club’s got enough trouble.” His scarred cheeks are flushed with frustration, and you’re just as fired up.

“I’m not your kid, Chibs! I can handle it!” you snap, hands on your hips. The argument’s going in circles, so you decide to end it. With a cheeky grin, you lift your shirt, flashing him.

Chibs’ eyes widen, a low chuckle rumbling out. “Well, now, that’s not fair,” he says, stepping close, his hands finding your waist. “Ye’re gonna make me forget me point.” He kisses you deeply, argument lost in the heat.

𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Tig’s in your face at the clubhouse, his wild blue eyes flashing as he gestures wildly. “Doll, you keep pullin’ this crap, I’m gonna lose it!” His voice is all growl, but you’re not intimidated—you know Tig’s bark is worse than his bite.

“I’m not scared of you, Tiggy!” you shoot back, smirking. He’s about to rant again, so you lift your shirt, flashing him with a wicked grin.

Tig freezes, eyes locked on you, then lets out a low whistle. “Well, hell, sweetheart,” he says, grinning like a predator. “Argument’s done.” He grabs you, pulling you into a rough, hungry kiss, his hands already roaming.

[f1samcro]

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You pulled your face mask down, sitting on a bench, and ducking your head between your knees. There’d been a car accident. Two parent’s pronounced dead at the scene, and a little boy. Around Abel’s age. He was your case, as you were the head of trauma, and you’d spent five hours operating on him. As you were closing, he flatlined, and you couldn’t bring him back. “Time of death, 22:15 PM.”

It was incredibly rare that you found children in your E.R. in the state that little boy was. His name was Elliott. Elliott Hastings. A whole family was taken because someone was too cheap to get an Uber after drinking. Someone stopped in front of you, one look at the shoes and you sighed, “If you’re gonna start shit, don’t. I’m not in the mood, Tara.”

“What’s your problem? I just wanted to ask about J-”

“I don’t care! I’m not telling you anything about Jax! Jesus, Tara! I just lost a kid on my table, I don’t have the time for your bullshit! So ask me something professional or get lost!”

You look up, she pauses, blinking, before uttering, “I’m sorry,” and scurrying away.

You went through the motions, before clocking out and getting in your car. You take a deep breath, resting your head on the steering wheel. And then you straighten, turn the car on, and drive off. 

Jax’s key was for emergencies. But still, you used it to unlock the door and slip inside the Teller household. You smiled weakly as Jax’s head swiveled towards the door from his spot on the couch. “Rough night?”

You nod wordlessly, clearing your throat, “Yeah.”

“Wanna talk ‘bout it, darlin’?”

“No.”

“Beer’s in the fridge, you know where the towels are.”

And he went quiet, looking back at the TV. It was common for you to end up at Jax’s after a rough day at work. It was wholly better than sitting alone at home and wallowing. At least you could wallow with someone. You open the fridge to locate a bottle, “Margaret’s backed off.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m not thanking you. You threatened one of my supervisors.”

You pull the cap of the beer off. “She backed off, didn’t she?”

You sigh, walking into the living room and sipping the beer, “You told her that, ‘if she keeps havin’ issues with your old lady, she is gonna get herself in trouble. I’m not even your old lady! ”

Jax took one look at you, “You know the rules, shower and get the hospital off you, ‘fore you sit on any of my shit.”

“Just ignore everything I said then,” a scowl makes its way onto your face, but you nod, and put the beer on the coffee table. You disappear down the hall, “I’m stealin’ your clothes!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Except you didn’t come back for the beer. Jax gave it half an hour before he sighed, and finished it himself. He went to check on Thomas and Abel before going to bed himself. But he paused. You were curled up in Abel’s bed, holding onto the little boy like he was gonna disappear. “Sweetheart?”

You hum, “Hmm?”

“You can’t sleep in Abel’s bed. C’mon,” he steps into the bedroom, gently reaching out to pry you off his son. You squeeze the little boy tighter, but then let go and let Jax pull you up. 

He pulls you to his bedroom, and lets you get under the covers before smoothing back your hair and waiting for you to talk. “Car accident,” you mumble half heartedly, “Kid flatlined on my table. Same age as Abel.”

Jax doesn’t say anything, but gets up and disappears into the hall. He returns seconds later, with a asleep Abel in his arms. You watch as the blonde tucks his son into the bed next to you. Your arms wrap around Abel quickly, “Better?”

You nod as Jax climbs into the bed himself, “Thank you.”

He grins at you, “What would Margaret say if she saw us now?”

You snort, burying your face in Abel’s hair. “Write me up. Oh, Tara came to talk to me today.”

“I figured.”

You look up, “Why?”

“She saw us gettin’ dinner with Abel the other night. Don’t think she’s buying the friend's excuse anymore.”

Abel murmurs in his sleep, shuffling closer to you, “Y’know you’ll have to find another doctor to stitch you up, now. Can’t treat you. Conflict of interest ‘n all.”

Jax turns to look at you, “Don’t think it’ll be that hard, darlin’, I had other people stitch me up while you were in school.” He leans down and kisses your forehead, “And like you said earlier, I told Margaret that you’re my old lady-”

“Could’ve gotten me in more trouble.”

“It didn’t. So take it and go to sleep,” he has a smirk on his face, tucking hair behind your ear. “I think you’ve been my old lady for a long time, we jus’ haven’t said anythin’.”

You open your mouth to protest, only for him to narrow his eyes, “I said sleep, so good night.”

A huff escapes your lips, but you close your eyes, snuggling closer to Abel. “Your mom’s gonna be happy.”

“Darlin’, Gem’s thought we’ve been together for months and refuse to admit it.”

“Seriously?”

“She thinks I’ve got a thing for doctors.”

You chuckle lightly, “I believe it.”

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

jax is THE "obsessed with his girl when she wears sundresses or those slip nightgowns" like theres a CRIMINAL lack of fanfic around him going bark bark awooga over that shit do u agree with me

Sundress.

it’s sundress season. jax can’t keep his hands to himself.

pairing - jax teller x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. jax is a terror.

word count - 1.5/2k maybe? i’ll check later.

authors note - you’re so right. that man is not surviving sundress season.

masterlist. inbox.

You felt it as soon as he walked in.

There’s always an atmosphere between you and Jax. A tension that’s alive, crackling, buzzing with anticipation of itself.

You’ve been waiting for the honeymoon phase to wear off for years. It never has.

All evening, he’s been watching you.

Careful, concentrated blue eyes repeatedly raking over your figure. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Eventually, it’s making it too hard to work. You ask one of the girls to take over the bar and stride across the space, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him into the back room.

“Okay baby, I like it when you-”

“Cut it out.”

He stops in his tracks, slightly taken aback.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, Jax. Cut it the fuck out.”

He leans against the wall, cool as ever, eyes still wandering.

“Cut what out?”

“That!” you scold, smacking his chest. “The eye fucking. I’m trying to work.”

“I’m just looking at you.”

“You are not just looking at me. You look like you’re going to bend me over the bar at any given moment. Stop it.”

“I can’t help it, darlin’.”

He takes a step forward, sliding his hands across your hips and pulling you into him.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty in this dress. It’s takin’ everything in me to not rip it off you.”

You try to stand your ground, but his warm body pressing into yours is making it difficult.

“You can do whatever you want to me when we get home,” you tease, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “When we get home.”

“That a promise?”

“It is if you can cool it with the stares. You’re scaring people.”

“Good.”

He kisses you roughly, hands migrating down to palm at your ass. You moan into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck to stay steady.

“Jax,” you hiss as you pull away. “Everyone’s gonna think we’re fucking back here. Behave.”

“I like it when you tell me to behave,” he smirks, smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

“Behave,” you repeat, tugging his hair roughly. His eyes close in bliss and for a moment, you debate just letting him have you now.

Remembering the entire reason for this conversation, you slap his cheek lightly.

“Best behaviour until the end of my shift. You hear me, Jackson?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He mock salutes you before stealing a quick kiss. Opening the door for you, he smacks your ass as you walk by, laughing when you turn around to glare at him.

“I mean it.”

“Oh I know, baby.”

To his credit, he reels it in. Slightly.

He’s still watching your every move, but with a little less intensity than before. You catch his eyes occasionally, winking as you grin. He shakes his head, beaming smile on his face telling you everything you need to know.

As the night comes to a close, people start to vacate the bar and make their way home, drunk and merry. Jax sticks around, arm slung over the back of the booth as he watches you clean.

“You two gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, Chibs, we’re good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek before leaving, as you hear his bike roar to life.

As soon as Jax has confirmation he’s gone, he’s getting up, sauntering over to where you’re wiping down the bar top.

“What’s my prize?”

“Hmm?”

You look up at him with big doe eyes and he almost melts, leaning across the wood towards you.

“What’s my prize? For behaving myself?”

“You’re insufferable,” you laugh. “You’re supposed to behave yourself.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head and lean down to throw the rag under the sink. When you stand up, Jax is pressed against you, body warm and firm.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

His big hands cradle your face, rough and gun calloused.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty.”

You flush, heat rising across your chest. Jax lunges in, smashing his lips to yours and pushing you up against the bar. The lip of the wood is digging into your back as he presses you into it further, rocking his hips into yours as he kisses you.

You gasp as he bites down on your lip, so he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and the gum he chews because he knows you like it. You tangle your fingers into his hair, trying to plaster yourself to him.

Jax leans down and presses open mouthed kisses to your ear, your neck, your collarbones, your chest. No skin goes left untouched as you tilt your head to give him more access. He smirks at how quickly you’ve relented.

“I know you wanted this,” he murmurs against your throat. “Wanted it just as bad as me, didn’t you?”

When you don’t respond, he snakes a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, Jax. Please.”

He presses his lips into the junction of your shoulder as his hand slips underneath your dress. He traces you over your underwear, cupping you as he chuckles.

“Filthy girl. So fuckin’ wet.”

You drop your head forward into his chest, trying to take deep breaths so you don’t pass out.

“Can’t take my time with you like I want to,” he murmurs. “Don’t want anyone walking in and seeing you like this.”

In the blink of an eye he’s spinning you around, hand on your shoulder blades to push you down onto the bar top. He flips the skirt of your dress up, bunching it around your waist.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day. Pretty fuckin’ girl.”

Jax pulls your underwear to the side as he fumbles with his jeans, pushing them down just enough. You feel the warmth of him behind you, sliding through your wet heat with ease.

“Please,” you whine. “Don’t tease.”

“Needy baby.”

His tone is so patronising, so condescending, that on any other day you’d slap him. But in this current moment, the only thing you can thing about how is how you might die if he doesn’t fuck you soon.

“Okay, honey. I’ll give you what you want. Only because you look so fuckin’ gorgeous in this dress.”

He slides himself home as both of you groan. You rest your head on your folded arms on the bar as his hands find your hips, setting a brutal pace instantly.

His rhythm is consistent, deep thrusts reverberating through the core of you. Your knees threaten to give out as he knocks your entire body forward, his hips smacking into yours.

His mouth is running constantly, spewing filth right into your ear as he breathes down your neck.

“Prettiest fuckin’ girl I’ve ever seen. This goddamn dress. Drivin’ me insane.”

“Yeah darlin’, just like that. Fuck, baby. S’good.”

“You feel like heaven, fuck. Atta girl.”

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. That’s it, there we go.”

You can’t do anything but take it, babbling nonsense right back at him. He chuckles, snaking his hand around your front to circle your clit.

His fingers are your undoing, clenching around him like a vice as your legs give out. All you can do is whine his name, all high pitched and breathy.

“Fuck, baby.”

Jax comes as soon as he feels you, groaning as he rests his head on your back. He squeezes your hips a couple of times, kissing across your skin.

You’re both revelling in your post orgasm bliss when the door flies open, hitting the wall and startling you both.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, lovebirds.”

Chibs is grinning, laughing as he looks around the booth where he was sitting. He finds his keys on the floor, holding them up as he shakes his head at the two of you.

Jax pulls out of you and buttons himself up, smoothing your dress down to preserve your decency. You hide your face in his chest as he chuckles, the sound rumbling through the both of you.

“See ya tomorrow!” the Scotsman yells as he leaves, stupid smile on his face.

“What did I tell you about behaving?”

Jax can’t help but laugh at you, pulling you in to press a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go home, pretty girl. Wanna fuck you in this dress a couple more times.”

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[fanficimagery]

The Nanny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's up, Teller?"

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

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

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

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

"Yum."

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

"Nope and nope. No allergies either."

"Cool."

"Thank you. I owe you."

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

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

"Almost anything."

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

"Alright."

. .

. .

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

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

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

"I think so."

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

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

"You bring the goods, Teller?"

"Burgers and fries as promised."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I appreciate that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well I don't know about that…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. .

. .

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

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

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

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

"A little after ten."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey!" Both your brothers protest.

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

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

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

"Will do. See you soon."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aw. What does my favorite Teller need?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You are amazing, you know that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jax Teller chose a pretty one this time."

"Fuck off."

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

. .

. .

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

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

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

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

Jax sighs. "Too late now."

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

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

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

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

The note read, [A son for a son.]

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

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

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

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

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

"Find them. Now."

. .

. .

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

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

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

"Baby girl?"

"...Hap?"

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

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

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

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

. .

. .

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both brothers' jaws clench.

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

Jax frowns. "Found who?"

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

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

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

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

Jax freezes. "What secret?"

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

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

Jax glances at his boys, but says nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Limping away?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well yeah. You were shot."

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

"Then what are you doing here?"

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

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

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

"Well, yeah. Obviously."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cunt."

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

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

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

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

Silence.

Dead fuckin' silence.

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

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

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

"I ain't telling you shit."

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

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

BANG!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And w-what's that?"

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

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

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

"Marry me," Happy grumbles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let me see."

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

"What? But-"

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

"Boo."

The Sons chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just Abel?" His eyebrow arches.

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

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

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Protective Headcanons

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❀Jax knows from the moment he brings you into his world you're life's at risk. It's why Jax is considering doing it in the first place. ❀Jax teaches you how to protect yourself, if he's not there he wants you to know how to fight. ❀Jax insists there are weapons in your house. Baseball bats, guns, knives, Jax strategically places them around your house in case anyone were to surprise you. ❀Jax makes sure you have Gemma's number. He wants you to have her numbers in case of an emergency. ❀He asks Gemma to check up on you whenever he's away. He worries about you. Also Gemma's accustomed to situations in which her life could be in danger. ❀Jax making sure you're home has the best security system possible. He wants you to feel safe and secure when you're alone. ❀If Jax is in any doubt. he'll make you stay at the clubhouse. It's a safe place and he knows the club will look out for you.

❀Jax buying you a motorcycle helmet. So you can ride his motorcycle safely.

❀Jax is ready to drop everything to protect you. He'll always put things aside. Jax would fight to the death to protect you. You're one of the most important people in his life.