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crimsonheart01 · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Knew you’d show up sooner or later.”

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

~(SOA)~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~(SOA)~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~(SOA)~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~(SOA)~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~(SOA)~

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

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

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

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

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

~(SOA)~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hoped that this time, it was permanent.

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samcro-saint99 · 8 months

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Anyone still here that wants anything written?

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Clubhouse Crush

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Happy was a lonely man, always isolated himself from the rest of the world, despite almost always being surrounded by his brothers. He looked on from afar, seeing Clay with a beautiful woman by his side. She was the picture of innocence, shyness, and sweetness. He had never felt this way about anyone before.

The young woman had an almost magnetic hold over him. He wondered if he was just lusting after her or if there was something deeper there. One day, he would have to find out.

Happy started to think about her more often, and eventually came to the conclusion that he had developed a certain liking to her. However, there was a small complication. The object of his affection was Gemma and Clay's daughter, the club president, and his wife, who were both known for being very protective of their family. Happy knew he couldn't approach her directly in front of everyone, but he still wanted to see more of her, know more about her, the real her not the one she allows others to see. He started looking for opportunities to catch a glimpse of her, or maybe even have a chance to speak to her even if it could just be for a few moments.

It wasn't long until Happy was able to find that opportunity. He had been invited to a get-together at Clay's house, and he knew his daughter would be there. This would be the perfect chance to get closer to her. But how could he get her alone, away from all the other Sons?

While all of the other club members and somenof their family ate and drank, Happy discreetly slipped away. He wandered to the back of the house, where he found her hobbie room. He tried the door, and it was unlocked. He entered, and there she was. She was working on a small project, unaware of his presence. Happy slowly made his approach, his heart pounding in his chest. What on earth was he going to say to her?....he didn't think this all the way through too late now to back down.

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 11 months

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Jax Teller relationship hcs!

warnings: None.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 10 months

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Can I pretty please request Jax Teller for prompt #14!?

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Insomnia

Contains: Very mild angst, fluff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, "That sounds perfect."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, "You know I do Teller."

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, "I'd like that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fin

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To Keep Me Safe From You: Part One

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 3.1k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You too, darlin.’”

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

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

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

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

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

“Lost somethin’ darlin’?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh. So is this your thing?”

Jax looks at you puzzled, “my thing?”

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

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

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

“I could grab a pen from inside.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanted an answer to your question?”

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jax stopped in the kitchen, “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To keep me safe from you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Silent Leaving

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

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

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

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

*Clubhouse*

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

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“Rule Breaker” Part One

Part two available!

Word Count: 4.5K

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader x Damon Hale

Summary: Reader is the new manager of Diosa as she takes Jax’s hand in the world of SAMCRO. She loves her new life being bad but things go awry when an unwanted visitor arrives from her past.

Authors Note: Part Two is in the making and will be posted if requested! This is a realistic take in the life of a motorcycle gang, warnings are posted below. Part Two will be majority of Jax Tellers response to this scenario.

This fic is 18+ only, Minors do not interact

Warnings: Use of y/n, Smut, Swearing, Violence, Mention of weapons, Talks of sex, Non consented Sex, R*pe, Choking, (P in V), Oral Sex, Hair grabbing, Threats, Unprotected Sex.

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“Good job girls” you say with a smile as you grip a wad of green handed to you by your “escorts”.

Diosa just closed with yet another successful night. Ever since you took over management from Nero as he moved onto better business with Jax running guns, Diosa really started to thrive. Before this, you were working in the police force, just a rookie that knew no better. It wasn’t long until you were roped up in the dramas that ensued in Charming. And it most definitely wasn’t long for you to meet Jax teller and immediately fall for his piercing blue eyes that sparkled and all that came with him. You never really predicted all the events that took place along the way, but who ever does?

It was over 2 years ago, when you were working a case with Deputy Hale. That case was revolved around revealing the fact that “Teller-Morrow Automotive” was just a front, made for concealing a well functioning and severely armed cartel. Not just a family run car joint for hot bikers to park at. It was a business that contained some of the most horrific men, those that had the abilities to make people, simply disappear. You shudder at the memory of what once was your perception of the club.

With joining the police force, great pride and dedication became you. You’ve wanted to be an officer all your life, ensuring your small hometown of Charming stays... well, charming. During your time watching and monitoring SAMCRO, there came a few close calls. Working behind Deputy Hale and observing his efforts to bust Clay and his son, consisted of long and exhausting nights. Each time Hale was nearing the finish line, they yet again persevered as they did every time, and grand-fully escaped. Despite Hale’s attempts, there came one destined, unfortunate night that resulted in the worst way possible. It was only later that you realized, Hale had kept some secrets from you. Unquestionably, he was working alongside with those of SAMCRO. It’s unclear when he turned and caved to their ways but ultimately, he did, and in the end, it cost his life. That’s when you officially took the lead of the case and by no surprise, you evidently failed. As the it came to light you were lead sheriff on the case, the SONS then worked their magic on you. Deputy Hale was survived by his son – Damon, Damon Hale.

This is a man that was at one time, suspended from the police force, which was ordered by his own father. A man whom you spent a few restless, and memorable intimate nights with. A man who proved time and time again, that he was driven by hatred. There undoubtedly was bad history between him and his father, I mean you were assigned to work as sheriff under Deputy Hale, over his own son. That alone spoke more volume than words could share. You never bothered to dig for explanations, this was due to the fact that Damon became enraged at any subject mentioning David Hale. And that rage turned to violence. It wasn’t long before Damon’s true colors showed which if one had to be chosen, it would be red. Violence was his favorite thing, as well as his solutions to all problems. After a tiring month of being torn between working with the sons and their club and Damon with the police force, Jax won you over effortlessly.

Now, talk about a man. Jax fucking Teller. How do you describe a person whom possesses things, both good and bad? He’s hardworking, for all the wrong reasons, passionate for all the right reasons, a combination of a great father, lover and president yet at the same time a stone-cold killer. You grin at this thought. There was something undeniably sexy about Jax and his dark side, the side that made you forever feel protected. After working alongside the SONS while working the badge, you and Jax shared many, many nights. Just the two of you, discussing how to cover up Happy’s latest kill or Tigs latest fight over god knows what, probably saving a dog. The chemistry between you and Jax was too obvious to ignore, and the sexual tension, my god. Once Jax caved to his feelings and vulnerably handed himself over to you, you accepted with a fiery love for him and a love for being bad. Flash forward to becoming a young, retired cop, to now young Manager of Diosa. You had the club, the girls, the Harley and best of all, the oh so desired president of SAMCRO, Jax Teller. Life simply made sense in this hidden world inside Charming.

Your office landline rings. Startling you out of this daydream of what once was and now is.

You pick up the line, “Thank you for calling Diosa, Y/N speaking, how can I help you?”

“Hey darlin’ ”

Ugh, just his voice brings you a spur of butterflies.

“Just making sure you’re still at Diosa, I don’t see you here at the clubhouse?” Jax asks you with a hint of concern in his voice. He never fails to notice when you’re working late.

“Good evening Jax, I’m just closing shop, I’ll be over there shortly” You manage to contain your pleasure as you try to present yourself professionally.

“Sweetheart, I love hearing you say my name but cut the ladylike act and get your ass over here, that’s an order from your actual boss” He chuckles. “I’ve been thinking about you all day”.

You laugh over the phone “I’m coming soon, another busy day here”.

“I knew hiring you was one of the best investments I could ever make” You hear his voice deepen. “You’re still following my one rule, right?”

As if Jax wasn’t paying Lyla to keep a close eye on your good behavior in Diosa. “I run the house, the girls, but I don’t get on my knees for the clients” you say obediently. “Although if I did, I would probably increase clientele” You slyly grin as you know the very reaction you’ll receive.

“That’s not funny Y/N” He responds sharply “Don’t joke about that shit. I don’t share. You belong to me and me only” You can practically hear him biting his lower lip in frustration over the end of the other line, taking in a deep drag of his cigarette.

“I know baby, I’m just fucking with you. I’ll make up for it tonight at the party. How’s that sound?” you rapidly start fantasizing about his lips, and his arms and the sound he makes when –

“Darlin’, I’ll come pick you up right now. Fuck the party” He answers teasingly. “I’d love to see you on my bike with whatever you got on today”

“Actually..I am wearing your favorite top today...” You hear him groan over the line.

“You’re wearing the black corset, aren’t you?” He asks eagerly.

“Mmmhm” You hum back.

“Oh god, you’re killing me babe” He groans again.

“See you soon Teller” You know Jax can hear the smile on your face.

“I better darlin’, got a gift for you when you get here”. He chuckles referring to his hard on.

You hang up the phone only to hear the doorbell ring. Annoyance builds as your focus has shifted to getting to the clubhouse as quickly as you can. The sooner you arrive, the sooner you get to see your president. You never keep the man in cut waiting for too long.

Who could that be? You ponder as you make your way over to the brown mahogany front doors of Diosa. Your black stilettos thundering the floor with every step. You briefly catch yourself in the hall mirror and adjust your black lace corset, that hold your D cup breasts on display. You brush out your long brown hair with your fingertips and you tug down your barely there skirt before you answer the mystery that awaits outside Diosa.

Maybe Lyla forgot something? You unlock the heavy golden bolts as the sound sends echoes throughout the empty brothel.

With a swing of the left door, your smile quickly descends to shock.

“God damn Y/N” Damon whistles following his words. He puts on a mischievous smile. He’s a handsome man, well built with his biceps bulging out of his too tight uniform. He matches the height of Jax and possesses short dark brown hair with deep green eyes that on some days have a glimmer of gold. You used to admire this man. You used to admire his freckles and clean-shaven face he always upkept as he represents authority. But those were the days before he changed, before his compulsive need to control charming and thrill of using his pistol whenever he could, took over the well-respected man he once was. Now the sight of Damon, makes you freeze in your tracks.

“Damon” you respond still in shock but with a dreaded tone. You know he already knows you’re afraid of him and you didn’t hide it well. “We’re closed for the night” you say quickly as you attempt to close the door. His police boot catches the gap and prevents you from shutting it.

“I just want to talk Y/N, no need to cast me away. It’ll be quick but it’s important”. He says with a concerned expression on his face. Eyes locking on yours. He was always so hard to read.

With hesitation and a moment spared analyzing his face, you give up and open the door for his entrance. What the fuck does he want? The last time you saw him was when you handed in your resignation and early retirement letter. He over the year discovered what you were really doing with the SONS and with Jax. He tried to keep you away from the club and keep you by his side at the station, but he didn’t stand a chance. The club called to you. That day, he ended his relationship with you with nothing but a threat, that you’d regret your actions for choosing crime over authority hence, Jax over Damon.

“Damon” You sigh as you watch him show himself to the lounge. He makes cozy on the leather couches, legs spread open, arms resting on the ridges. Guess its not a quick chat after all, Fuck.

“I don’t have much time, so what is it you need to talk about”. You say as you cross your arms. Immediate regret arises when you realize you positioned your breasts higher up in your corset earlier. Damon makes no fail to scan your figure and appreciate the display. You cringe.

“Now, I didn’t want to have to do this, however Y/N, you leave me no choice as you deliberately work alongside the sons” he spits the words. “I’m sure you’re aware that I don’t give up easily on my investigations, regardless of the fact that you’re now a part of it”. He pulls out a thick brown cigar and places it in his lips. His eyes never parting from yours, he with a flick of his Bic, holds the flame in place and starts to puff until there’s a steady pull. The silence makes you uneasy.

You break the tension “I’m sure you’re aware, Damon, but there’s nothing to investigate, Now kindly - get out”. With hope that this encounter ends here, you sway your hips as you turn to the door to guide him to his exit. You hear his heavy footsteps follow behind you. Uncontrollably, you flinch as his arm surpasses your head reaching for the bolt. The same sound echoes as he locks it. Fuck.

“Sit down, I said we need to talk” His expression different than what it was before. All kindness has left his eyes. His voice had deepened, gravelly almost.

You slowly turn back towards the lounge, a million thoughts going through your head. What does he know?

Rather than sit on the couch, you take your seat at the bar, across from the lounge. You cross your smooth legs once sat on the barstool. Your eyes narrow in on his stupid badge, almost mockingly shiny. You were nervous, and yet even though you used to wear the uniform, it still intimidated you. Especially on a man like Damon.

“Listen here and listen closely Y/N” he says as he invades your space by towering over you. His hands placed on either side of you on the bar table. As he speaks, the smoke from his cigar leaks from his lips into your face. You cover your mouth to stifle a cough.

“This wonderful place of young pussy and high tits” he speaks with his cigar in between his teeth while looking down your corset “It has some legal issues, baby”. He brings his glare back to your face.

“Diosa isn’t what you thi-” You start but you’re quickly interrupted.

“The transaction that involves in both purchase and sale of sexual favors here in San Joaquin county is just simply, Illegal” With his eyes locked onto yours, He tilts his head sarcastically and pouts his lips as if to project empathy for you.

With an arch of your brows, you remember what Nero told you and stand your ground to say “Diosa is strictly an escort service for which I have a permit that is hung in my office over there” you point to the room behind him to the left as you stand up to show him.

Damon swiftly grabs you tightly by the neck “Sit the fuck down “His words piercing you. He’s only inches away from your face. Moving his Cigar with one hand to the ashtray on the bar table, he holds his other hand firmly on your throat. During those intimate nights with Damon, this was his favorite way to dominate you however this time, it’s more than that.

You freeze, as you’re at his mercy looking up at him with your doe green eyes. You see something shift in his. He pulls away from your stare and diverts down to your lips. He squeezes your neck ever so slightly to watch your lips part as you pull for air. “That’s right” he whispers as he clenches his jaw.

You struggle to breathe, but you don’t dare put your hands on his to break away. You remember his rules when it came to him dominating you. Finally, he releases. Your neck is already throbbing from the pressure that was there. You try to ignore this and concentrate on your gasps for air.

“Let’s try this again” He starts, moving his hands back to the table, again towering over you. “I got a warrant to search the club tonight”, Now he raises his brow to watch your reaction. He’s enjoying this.

You try to conceal the panic that rises in your chest. Fuck. There’s a party tonight. The guns, blow, crow eaters are all enough to put your boys in cuffs. That club is yours, and you have every intent of protecting those men in cuts, the same as they protect you. Damon smirks as he watches your thoughts generate. Before you can say anything, he continues.

“One phone call”, he grabs his phone out of his pant pocket to show you the contact number on his screen. “I hit this button, the swat team turn off Pine Rd and surprise your little gang bang tonight. Surely you understand that means your boy Teller comes back to the station with me”. Damon licks his bottom lip slyly. He holds his phone in one hand, and to your surprise he uses his other to start unbuckling his belt. You know exactly where this is going.

“Damon, please.” You start to beg. “You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry for hurting you when I left, I can’t help it, I belong here!” He stops unbuckling and reaches over to press the green cell icon. “Wait, Damon, Damon, listen. I have money, I can give you dirt on the Niners, it’ll project your career! All I ask is please, just leave the club out of this. This is clearly between us!”. You say as you raise your voice higher and higher each time, he taunts you with pressing the button.

“You didn’t just hurt me!” Damon screams sending a jolt through your system “You fucking betrayed me! If I can’t have you, no one can, especially that greasy fucking biker!” He Presses the green icon.

“No no! Damon, I’m yours, I’m yours” You break the one rule you always abided by and immediately drop to your knees “I’m here, I’m sorry, please” You beg.

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“Come on man, green light, give me the green light” Half Sac wines. It’s 11pm and Half Sac knew very well about tonight’s event, and he knew how the club liked to party. Half sac is usually sent on crap runs to keep him out of the club on nights like this as he’s a prospect and still needs to earn his worthy spot in the SAMCRO festivities. But tonight, tonight was different. Tig decided to give him only a few errands to run, and if he was quick enough, he maybe could make it back in time before all the crow eaters were occupied. After the past two weeks, under Jax’s command of club schedule, it had been hell for all the boys in cuts and a night of heavy drinking and topless company was much desired.

“Finally,”. Half sac smiles at the green light as he slams on the gas. He turns up the radio as he hears Alice Cooper singing “Eighteen”. A classic. As he sings along to the lyrics, he notices your car is still at Diosa. He quickly turns the music down. “Man, she’s still there?”. His eyes widen as he sees the cop truck on the other side of Diosa’s entrance. “What the fuck?” he mutters under his breath. With hesitancy, he considers hauling ass to the club and preventing any more risk on missing out on that sweet, sweet blow job he’s been daydreaming about. “Nah, I can’t”.

He turns abruptly into the brothels parking lot. With a swift kick of the van door, he hops out and skip runs up the steps to the doors. “Y/N!” He yells. He grabs the long vertical golden handles on the doors, but they don’t budge. Half Sac frowns. “Okay... that’s not good” he whispers. He attempts to knock and holler for you but no response. All he hears is Diosa’s stereo system blaring the same song on the same station. He skips back down the stairs of Diosa and climbs into the van. He fires her up and makes his way back to the club, silver cell in hand, dialing none other than his president, Jax.

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Damon hangs up the phone. “It’s cancelled”. He tosses the phone on the couch and makes his way to you while you’re still on your knees. You look at the clock that hangs on the wall of your office through the little window that sits in between the wall of the office and lounge, 10:30pm you read. You last spoke with Jax around 9:45pm as Diosa closes for the night at 9:30pm. You accept the circumstances of the situation. When it comes to protecting the club and most importantly Jax, you would do anything. Your man of power didn't need to know about this. Besides you know how little Damon lasts anyways.

He reaches for the stereo remote and cranks the volume as he positions himself in front of you. You unbuckle his brown leather belt, slowly just to build that anticipation for Damon. You hear him lightly groan already.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’ve missed your tight mouth”. You grit your teeth. Let’s just get this over with.

You slip his belt out of the hoops, fold it in half and whip it against the floor, you look up at him and lick your lips arousingly. You feel his bulge grow more under his zipper. You unbutton his pants and slowly slide down his zipper to excite his growth even more so. With eagerness, Damon proceeds to pulls down his pants and black SAXX boxers to reveal his swelling thick cock.

“Take it nice and slow, I want fill your mouth” he pants. You roll your eyes beneath him and grip his hardness as it jerks up to the touch. You use your tongue to wet the base, the shaft and slide all the way to the tip. Without warning, he grabs the back of your your head, grips a ball of your hair and forces him into you. Damon wanted to ravage you, to hurt you at the same time. He hated the dark thoughts that sat with him all those nights he polished off 2/6s of Whiskey straight. Always straight. He often thought of the moans you made, the way you squeezed his cock when he filled you. But Jax, Jax was the one whom you obeyed to now. To Damon, a low life criminal didn’t deserve you. But of course, no one did. Only he deserved you. With rage rising in him as he thought of Jax filling your mouth, he shoved you deeper, forcing you to deep throat. You gagged and attempt to pull away, but he pulls you back deeper. With struggling breaths, Damon thrusts his hips faster as he holds your head, aware of your desperation to pull away for air. He watches down at you, teeth clenched as you stare at him. As he nears his orgasm, he’s even rougher. Tears start streaming down your face, he’s deliberately hurting you. You’re choking on your own saliva as he fucks your mouth, your lips swelling. Out of sheer panic and loss of nasal breathing you grip his thigh and dig in with your nails, it was the nicer route you took, to get away.

“Fuck!” Damon stumbles back as you gasp for air, drooling onto the floor.

“Fuck you, get the fuck out, You got what you wanted!” You scream at him in between gasps and pointed to the doors. You try to collect yourself, wiping away at your lips.

“You were fucking choking me, you pathetic fuck!” you yelled in anger.

The look on his face frightened you, more so than you already were.

“Oh no no sweetheart, we’re just getting started”. He charges at you. As you panic to get to the front door, he pushes you against the wall. You end up grabbing the blinds of the window by the front door to brace your fall, but they give out, falling with you. You see him looking at his thigh wound, Deep dark red lines with little domes of blood surfacing, you scramble to get up and run to your office. You know In your drawer you have a switch blade. But it’s too late, Damon follows you in. With strong hands, he has you pinned up against your desk. He rips the top of your corset, your straps cutting into your shoulder until they break, freeing your breasts. He aggressively cups you while he starts kissing down your neck, threats of teeth lightly biting you. You try to hit him, to push him off, but the sheer weight of him is too much. He grabs both your wrist with one hand and holds them behind your back while he savages your nipples.

“These perfect tits belong to me” He growls as he tugs on your nipple with his teeth. You manage to free your leg and knee him in the crotch. He wails but it turns to growling. You see a split second of an out and take it. As you run to exit the office, once again he grabs you by the hair and pulls you back to the desk slamming your head onto it.

“Fuck you!” You scream as you feel the pooling of blood form from your forehead onto the surface of your desk. He has you pinned.

“You should have fucking listened to me huh!?” He yells into your ear as he holds your head down. With the room spinning, You feel him lift your skirt. Exposing your G string. Damon holds you down with one arm, his hand on the back of your neck, his elbow digging into your lower waist as he uses his other to begin spanking you, hard. He slaps your rear; each time you squeal from the pain he follows up with another.

“That’s right you fucking bitch” He growls as he lays another slap on your red cheeks.

“You’re a sad excuse of a man” You manage to spit out.

“What did you fucking say?” You hear his breathless deep voice behind you. Music still blaring through the walls of Diosa.

“I said, you’re a fucking - sad - excuse - of a man, it’s no wonder I left you for Jax!” You scream, face still against the cool hard surface of your desk.

He turns you around facing him, his fingers digging into your arms, your back now leaning against the desk. Before you can react, you feel a sharp infliction across your face, resulting in your bottom lip to split. You taste your own blood. Another one comes at you, nearly knocking you off the desk all together. Damon repositions you, lifts you as if you weigh nothing and slams you down on your rear. Now sitting, facing him, your head still in his grasp, he pulls your thong to the side and shoves into you. You shriek with pain. He releases your hair and firmly grabs your chin.

“Now fucking look at me when I’m fucking you” He orders as he stares you down with darkened eyes. With each thrust you start to lose consciousness; your sight drifts out the little window in the office that looks to the lounge. You see the window by the doors of Diosa, where you ripped the blinds off and to your surprise, you think you see lights in the dark pulling up in your parking lot.

It’s the Harleys, it’s the boys, it’s Jax.

You look up at Damon as he continues to thrust into you, he sees you’re smiling from ear to ear, despite the blood on your teeth, dripping out your mouth.

“Oh, now you like it huh?” He stares back at you with those dark green eyes, grabbing your hair to pull your head back. He bites your neck.

You laugh, “Damon you fucking idiot, you’re about to meet the Reaper”.

He releases your head to look at your gaze with confusion. You greet him again by spitting your blood in his face, just in time to see Jax break down the front doors of Diosa. The minute Jax’s eyes meet yours through that window, you only saw the bad side of him, the part that makes you feel protected, the dark blue eyes of a stone-cold killer.

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midnightbabylon · 1 year

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Play With Fire

Part One

summary: Your boyfriend surprised you with a romantic weekend in Northern California. Only he didn't expect his car to break down in Charming. As if that wasn't bad enough, he sent you down the road in the dark to the Teller-Morrow automotive repair shop. Just there you ran into a forbidden handsome man who could be the answer to all your problems or your downfall.

pairing: jax teller x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: violence, swear words, domestic violence, more language

A/N: First Jax Teller series because lately I started watching SOA and I am obsessed! with this man. When I tell you this man is so fine!! Damn.Enjoy : ) Also I really wanted this to be a bit slowburn so there will be more parts don’t worry ;)

But if you can‘t read stuff like this please skip!!

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The first chords of Life is a Highway sounded from the radio and you couldn't hide your smile. You loved that song. Your forehead was leaning against the cold windshield of the truck. Silently you began to shape the text with your lips before Kian suddenly barked, “Could you stop that?!”. When he suggested this trip yesterday morning, you thought he might get back on track, but right after that reaction, you knew he'd never get better. A romantic weekend in Northern California, how thoughtful. Why do you think he used that excuse? How could you survive such a long drive if you couldn't even sound your favorite songs with humming? You kept looking out the window and rolling your eyes so he wouldn't see it. “How long are we still on the road?” you asked cautiously. Kian sighed and looked at the small screen, which was the only light source in the car. “We still drive through this strange town called Charming and then turn to the hut.” Less than five minutes later, you passed the giant tree disc with the name of the city. It was only dimly lit, yet you had to smile. “Funny, did you see? Our name says it all.” Smiling, you looked at your boyfriend who was just staring out. You dropped your head against your seat and looked at the houses and the countryside. You could just read the sign of an automotive repair before the car went further towards the outskirts of town. Just when you wanted to be sad about leaving the sweet city there was a loud bang and Kian slowed down before he parked on the side of the road. “Shit!” Confused, you looked over to him. “What was that? Was that the tire?” Angry, he looked at you and you backed away. Then he got out and slammed the door before he ran to the back of the car. Nervously you chewed on your black-painted fingernails. A short time later, Kian was back in the driver's seat breathing loudly. “The tire is fucking junk and I don’t have any spare in the trunk.” You squeezed your fingers nervously. “There was a car repair shop earlier.” you point your finger backwards. “Maybe they’re still open.” Kian hit the steering wheel hard and you had to jerk automatically. “Okay. Go and ask if they change the tire for us no matter what price.” You looked out the window in disbelief. It's pitch black out there. “It’s dark.” “And?” Kian asked, and you watched how his jaw muscles tightened.

The last time you disobeyed his orders, you had to put makeup on your blue eye for the next four days. “Okay okay I’ll go.” When you got out, you pulled your jacket tighter in the cool air and walked back a few miles at the side of the road. You kept blowing warm air into your hands. The nights were very cool although California is actually so warm. After a felt eternity you finally saw the yellow-red sign: Teller - Morrow Automotive Repair. One of the three gates was only half open, so you ran quickly towards it. Before you could look in, a man came out who just put a glowing cigarette in his mouth. You two stumble back a few steps. “Oh God, I’m sorry,” you said quickly and couldn’t help but look. The blonde hair was covered under a cap. He was wearing black jeans with white Airforce. Your gaze flew up and you saw the black hoodie and the eye-catching coat. He seemed to be in some kind of club or gang. “Everything’s alright, but we are closed.” he put the cigarette back between his lips expressionlessly. Your heart sank to the ground. “Really? It’s an emergency.” nervously you looked back to the street. “What happened?” he asked calmly. “The truck ... so our truck. The tire has burst and we have to change it.” He blew a cloud of smoke into the night and surveyed you. “We can change the tyre tomorrow morning. No important appointments have come in yet.” Shaking your head, you looked back to the road. “You don’t understand. The tire has to be changed today. He’ll pay you whatever you want.” He casually pushed himself off the wall and came towards you. “Honey, you’re very nervous. What’s going on?” Before he could touch you, you took a step back. Kian would immediately notice that handsome guy's perfume and punish you for it.

“Please! Can’t you make an exception? I’ll get in trouble if this isn’t done today. ” Actually, you didn't want to be so honest, so you took a breath when you noticed how quickly that confession came over your lips. The blonde man across from you pulled his eyebrows together. “Okay, I’ll take a look at that. Prospect,” he shouted inside. A skinny guy with a similar coat came out. “Come with us. We might still have something to do today.” Relieved, you audibly breathed out air. "Thank you." The two men then followed you to Kian's location. When he noticed you with the escort, he also got out and looked at the two men suspiciously. “There are supposed to be problems here?” Kian crossed his arms and pointed to the tire. “It has to be changed,” he said stiffly and pulled forward. He put an arm around your hip and you tried to keep a straight face. “We can take the car with us and change the tire by tomorrow morning when we have all the parts.” he turned his cap on his head and looked at the tire. “Isn’t that possible tonight? We still have something to do.” Kian grinned disgustingly and the sloppy guy looked embarrassingly touched into the darkness. “Now listen Man,” said the handsome blonde guy, whose name you still didn’t know. “The store is closed, I can only offer you to do it first thing tomorrow. I know a place where you could stay for the night.” You gave Kian a look and he talked for a few minutes before the Prospect pulled up with a tow truck. Kian watched every move of the mysterious mechanics and then his truck was loaded. “Do you want to go with me?” the little weakling asked you and before you could answer Kian did it for you. “We’ll walk to your shop alright.” You pressed your lips together and the long-haired one held on to the side of the tow truck and drove off. When you arrived at the right place , a middle-aged woman stood beside the two gentlemen.

“Hi, I’m Gemma. I’ll show you the place to sleep for the night. If you need more things, you can still get the stuff out of your car. Kian looked at you briefly before he got in with the young man, exhaling loudly. “Honey, if this guy gives you any trouble, call me,” muttered the woman, whose breasts were pushed higher than an 18th century maid. Impressive, even you had to look. You took the file card in your hand and made it disappear into your bra before Kian could see it. Gemma smiled at you and took you and Kian to her car. Behind you came down the big gate with a rumps and then you already sat in the dark Cadillac. The trip was short and you were dropped off at a nice little house. “You can stay here for the night. Nobody will bother you, my guest bed is freshly made.” Uncertain you looked at the beautiful decor. “Oh, we can’t accept that. Isn’t there a motel in town?” Gemma turned to you smiling. “Yeah, honey, but that’s shabby and you don’t want bedbugs.” Kian put an arm very tightly around your shoulder and pressed you against him, a sign that you'd rather keep your mouth shut. “That is very courteous and kind. We will return the favor. Thank you for your hospitality.” You said thank you quietly, and Gemma left and left you alone in the little guest room. “Can’t you even let it go? God every time you drive us further into shit. Be glad we don’t have to go to a filthy motel in this goddamn place.” Kian knocked the bag over in anger and his wild look hit yours. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “Yeah you should be sorry!” he yelled and hugged your face tightly that it hurt. You squint your eyes and he let you go. “I’m going to take a shower, see if you can find something edible.” You felt uncomfortable at the thought of ransacking Gemma's kitchen, but you still went to look. The fridge was empty, but you saw a small order card from a restaurant called Lumpy's Restaurant. You quickly pulled your smartphone out of your pocket and asked if they still had an open kitchen and if they would deliver.

At the same time Gemma arrived again at the Sons clubhouse and lit herself a cigarette. “I don’t like this guy from the little girl.” Her son Jax raised his head and swallowed his last sip of beer. “The couple from just now? Where did you take them?” Gemma sat down with a whiskey in her hand. “Yeah them… I took them to your house. I won’t let that girl go to the motel with that creep. Something’s wrong with them and I bet it’s because of that little cock sucker. She’s scared in his presence. ” She shoved the whiskey down her throat. “Mom they’re leaving tomorrow morning, why does the well-being of that girl matter to you?” Gemma pulled her cigarette and nodded. “You’re right. ”

“Kian, please,” you whimpered and hot tears ran down your cheeks as you squatted in the corner of the room. “Little bitch, you can’t do anything right.” the beer bottle smashed over you against the wall and glass fell down on you. You're lucky he didn't hit you this time. God, you couldn't show yourself in front of these helpful people tomorrow when Kian destroyed everything in his drunken rage. How many times have you wanted to escape from this relationship and couldn't. You've been with this man for five years now, and the first three years went great. He was kind, courteous, and he would never hurt you. Ever since someone flirted with you at a New Year's Eve party and Kian started the biggest fight in town, he hasn't been the same. He could never let you go anywhere alone without thinking someone else would snatch you away from him. He smelled you to find out men's perfume, even tracked your car and your cell phone and controlled everything else you did. Twice you wanted to break up, move out of town and start a new life without him. And every time, he'd sneak up on these plans and beat you so hard, you couldn't even go to the hospital. He nursed you at home and apologized to you crying and vowed never to do something like that to you again. And now you're crawling back to the ground, wishing it was all just a dream. The restaurant had delivered a false pizza, and then he was just looking for more reasons to destroy this room and you. “That blonde asshole from the workshop just wanted to fuck you! And I bet you wanted to fuck him as well, you little bitch.” He tore your hair and forced you to look at him. “Please! I didn’t want to fuck him. You’re the only man I love and look at. Your are the only man that fucks me.“ Your head flew violently to the side and your cheek burned from its blow. ‘Bullshit.’ Even through his closed teeth, you could see his spit fly. “I’m sorry, please! You have to believe me.” You had your hands folded in a prayer position. “Get up,” he murmured threateningly, and when you didn’t react immediately, it pulled your arm roughly upwards. “We’ll get out of here in the morning and you’ll never waste a thought on this town and this man again.” After he let you go, you rubbed your arm and went to the bathroom. Your eye rings were clearly visible, just like the red spot from the slap. You'd have cover this up tomorrow if it didn't go away on its own. After an extended shower, you put on long clothes and went to bed with Kian. He was watching TV with a new bottle of beer in his hand. “Is there another one?” he asked sharply, holding the beer in front of you. “I’m going to check.” Tomorrow you'll have to replace the six-pack. After Kian had finished his last beer, he fell asleep drooling on the bed. You couldn't sleep, so you cleaned up the room and scrubbed the wall so you couldn't see the beer stain. After you had scrubbed the bathroom and the carpet it was only a few hours until the supermarket opened. Frustrated you drove through your hair and also disposed of the garbage and packed the bag so far back together. Punctually at 7 you bought the exact beer and also got provisions for the ride and some breakfast. Kian was still asleep, so you put on your makeup and had a cup of coffee. At 8 o'clock Gemma was there and honked. Less than two minutes later, she was in the hallway saying hello. Her blonde streaks in her dark hair were kind of a calming sight, because Kian wouldn't dare do anything now. “Thank you for driving us back to the automotive repair shop. I’ve put a little something in the kitchen to thank you, and I’ve already done the laundry.” Gemma smiled. “Oh, honey, you didn’t have to do that, but thank you.” “Okay,” Kian threw in and raised both of his hands and you took a step back, just out of reflex. Gemma gave Kian a murderous look and then walked you to her car. During the ride, she checked your face through the rearview mirror. You felt her look and you were afraid she might see through the make-up.

Kian strolled straight into the garage without saying thank you and watched as his truck was being worked on. Gemma moved into a small adjoining house and gave you a cup of coffee in a shabby mug. “He hurts you, doesn’t he?” Your hand would have started to tremble without the cup. “You don’t have to lie, honey, I’ll see that.” she seemed almost shaken as she lit a cigarette. “How long has it been?” You started shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter. Please, he can’t know that we are talking about such things.” She made a derogatory noise. “He’s busy. And I’ll make sure it stays that way.” Uncertain you were chewing on your lip. “Do you have a toilet?” she nodded and showed you the door. Gemma took the chance and all you could hear was her heels rattling over the asphalt. She leaned against Kian's truck while Jax was changing the tire. Jax gave her a puzzled look. “What kind of romantic hut are you going to? Have you been there before? Can you recommend it or not? Sounds really good.” Kian inspected her strictly. “This is our first time, but it looks promising.” Gemma smiled and Kian's gaze wandered down to her blouse. That motherfucking dick, thought Gemma. “Oh yeah? No more huts around. It’s good that no one hears her screams when you hit her, isn’t it?” she blew the smoke of the cigarette towards him and Kian tightened his shoulders before he bent dangerously toward her. Jax was standing within an blink of an eye. “Stay back, that’s my mother.” Kian now looked at him threateningly. “And she should hold back about what she says,” he growled, and your voice broke through that staring. “What’s going on here?” “Nothing is going on here. It was just a misunderstanding, was it?” Kian cleared himself and stepped back a bit. “Yes, I think so too. You don’t want to mess with us.” At that very moment, a handful of bikers drove onto the site and parked in a row. They also wore the leather cloak with the reaper on it. “Can I talk to you for a second?” your partner asked and his wild eyes made you swallow nervously. “What did you tell that bitch?!”, he asked indignantly as he had dragged you a few feet behind him. “Kian they are watching us,” you said softly and he noticed the many pairs of eyes that were all directed at you. “I’m still waiting for an answer,” he muttered. “I didn’t tell her anything, nothing at all. She gave me a coffee and then showed me the toilet.” Kian braided his teeth like a rabid dog. “I believe you now. But I’m telling you.” he raised his hand and pointed at you. “If I find out you lied to me, then you wish you never met me.” He ran past you back to the car and you muttered quietly in front of you: “That’s what I’ve already wished for.” All of a sudden, Kiran was like a changed man, and he stormed at you from behind. Immediately Gemma was on alert and many heads that had already turned away looked back in your direction. “What was that you little whore?” Kian clapped and pushed you hard to the ground. Your cheek scratched the floor and your lip burned before you felt something liquid run over it. Stunned, you put a finger on your lip and stared at the blood. “EY.” sounded a lot of voices and the click behind Kiran made him freeze. “I thought you didn’t want to mess with us,” muttered the handsome guy with a gun drawn and loaded. Gemma was right there and helped you up. “Is everything okay, honey?” Your lip started to tremble. He had never lost control in public and especially in front of complete strangers. “No, it’s not okay.” Tears were burning in your eyes and you looked at Kian. “You’ve gone too far. I’ve been keeping you company for years and letting you do everything you do to me. But now that fucking stops. Fucking strangers? These people were watching us. You’ve gone mad.” Laughing, he looked at you and spat on the floor in front of you. “You’re crazy. I put up with you for five years!” Your hand slipped and it clapped loudly across the yard, which brought in some “ohs.” from the men. ‘You piece of shit.’ Gemma introduced herself to you. “Beware your tongue.”

Kian grinned dangerously. “What are you going to do about it, bitch?” Gemma pulled out and it cracked loudly while your boyfriend screamed in pain. “Take advice from a mother. You should leave town and never see that girl again. Do we understand?” Kian nodded and held his nose. “Get your things out of the car.” she gently pushed you towards the truck. After you took your things and the keys to your apartment, the men pushed Kian into the truck. “Our relationship is officially over. Have a nice life.” Gemma rubbed soothingly over your arm as you watched Kian drive off the compound and never come back. “Should we take you somewhere?” asked the good-looking blonde. “I’d like to go to the motel in your small town,” you said quietly. He gave you a black helmet and then took you to the Rogue River Motel on his motorcycle . “Thank you.” smiling, you took off the helmet and gave it back to him. “No reason. Oh, I’m Jax just by the way.” Smiling, you turned to him. ‘Y/N.’ Then you went to the entrance of the motel. “Nice to meet you Y/N.” he shouted after you and winked at you. “Don’t make me regret meeting you, Jax Teller.” The last thing you saw was his fat grin before you closed the motel door behind you.

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imagineredwood · 1 year

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"So how was the vacation?"

Request: reader is Happy’s adult daughter and what their relationship is like

Pairing: Dad!Happy Lowman x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: None really, a quick reference to a one night stand

Word count: 749

You huffed as you placed the heavy box on top of the bar counter, Happy looking over at the noise. You rolled your shoulders, the box clearly a bit too much for you, Happy throwing a glare over at the new prospect who was simply walking quietly behind you. Seeing the look from your father, he held his hands up in defense.

"I offered to carry it like six times. She kept saying no. Wouldn't let me grab it from her."

Happy accepted that response, knowing that you were exactly the type. He couldn't be mad; he'd raised you that way.

Strong. Independent. Self-reliant.

He'd raised you to be able to take care of yourself because he wanted you to be self-sufficient. Not having to deal with some man's shit because you felt that you needed to. He wanted you strong and capable, but like himself, sometimes you took that too far and had to have your arm twisted to accept help. He chuckled and shook his head, giving you his attention. "What's in the box?" You huffed and reached in, pulling out a large bottle of Pine-Sol and a scrubber brush. "I'm going to clean. It's a fucking pig sty in this place." Chibs laughed from his side of the bar and stood up, dropping a kiss to the side of your head as he passed by. "Good to have you back, lass." Your vacation had been relatively short, just nine days away with your best friend to try and explore a new place and do some self-care. Things with the club had tense, to say the least, and Happy had recommended you getting away. You were hard-headed and stubborn just like him and it took a good deal of convincing before you relented. You half felt that it was because he wanted you to relax, helping Lyla at Diosa and Gemma with the garage starting to make you feel overworked. But the other half of you felt like he only wanted you away so that you weren't present for a specific event or decision. You knew enough to know that your Dad was sneaky when it came to that. Especially if it was something that was going to be dangerous. You were protective. Worrisome at times. He was your only parent. Of course, you worried for him. Your vacation was done now and before you sat down with him to find out what you missed, you had to clean. Really clean. Not clean like the prospects who apparently thought that simply meant passing along a wet rag. Happy stood and walked alongside you as you wiped and scrubbed and sanitized the bar top. "So how was the vacation?" You grinned, thinking back to the massage and facial you had gotten. "It was amazing. So relaxing. They use this steam thing that opens up your pores and then they cleanse and massage and layer like ten products over and over. Walked out of there looking like a glazed donut." You turned your head side to side to show the glow on your skin, Happy shaking his head with a smile, his heart warm to know you had relaxed and been pampered. It was a stark contrast to what you would have been doing had you been in Charming still. He kept asking questions, relishing in hearing and seeing you beam and talk about the new places you had seen and enjoyed. Then a specific sentence had him back into dad mode immediately. "He bought me a drink; he was nice. Polite. He was on vacation too." Chibs snorted as he looked over and saw Happy's face, knowing the exact feeling. The sound drew your attention away from the stain you were scrubbing and back to their faces, your eyes rolling quickly. "Oh chill. We drank for an hour, cracked some jokes, and then we left. Separately just like we came. I didn't sleep with him, you can relax." Happy huffed, glad to hear it, yet not even liking to be faced with the possibility. He countered, despite the vacation being his idea. "This is why I don't like you going out alone." Your hands being thrown up into the air in exasperation paired with the look of disbelief on your face had Chibs doubling over, a small spurt of whiskey shooting out of his mouth and onto your freshly cleaned bar top. The Scotsman quickly wiped it away with a laugh before you noticed, happy to hear the familiar sound of playful father-daughter bickering once again.

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 2 months

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“The Bikeriders” (2023) feels like the First 9 spin-off to “Sons of Anarchy” that we never got.

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imagininghim · 11 months

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Chapter 30

A/N: It's been so so long since I've wrote and I tried to re-read the other chpaters to remember what I've written. So, I hope it's as good as before.

I do apologize for the short chapter. I am working through going through all the chapters and editing them and making some minor changes, I will update if there is any major changes!

My original plan was to stay in par with the show but I have decided to change that and go in a different way, there will still be some parts that are in par with the show but most of the story will start to go in a different route.

I am currently finishing up the end of my Psychology degree which is why I haven't written in a while but I hope you guys still enjoy it!

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Waking to the sun bright in my eyes, Jax's arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled brightly as I glanced down at my hand to see the sparkling diamond ring on my hand. I twisted towards the nightstand and reached for my phone.

"Happily ever after won't be so happy when I get my hands on you." The message read from an unknown number. My stomach dropped as I slipped out from underneath Jax's grip and proceeded to get dressed.

I glanced back at Jax, noticing he was sound asleep before heading out the door and out into the club. Walking out I seen Tig and Chibs sitting at the bar.

"Goodmorning Dollface" Tig chirped as he poured up a cup of coffee laying it on the bar and sliding it towards me.

"Good morning, I'm gonna head up to the roof for a little while." The boys both nodded as I rose up and proceeded to the roof.

The sun was shining, beating the heat into the roof. I placed the cup of coffee on the ledge, hauling my phone out again re-reading the text over and over again.

What am I going to do?

I paced back and forth contemplating whether or not I should tell the Jax and the club or leave it, but I was torn away from my thoughts by the sound of foots steps approaching behind me. I jumped when I felt two warm hands taking ahold of my hips.

"Hey, you okay?" I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders when I heard the sound of Jax's voice. Turning to face him, I slid my phone into my back pocket of my shorts and gave him a smile.

"Yeah, of course. You just spooked me a little, is all." He looked at me a bit skeptical before shrugging it off and nodding.

"You weren't there when I woke up, I came to find you and Tig said you were up here." I took a seat and picked up my coffee.

"I just came out for a bit of sunshine and fresh air is all." Taking a seat next to me, Jax reached over and took the cup from my hands and took a sip.

"The club and I have to do a run today, we should be back in about three days. I got Gemma and the prospects checking in on you while were gone." I nodded with a small smile, the thought of the text swirling around in my thoughts. "Are you sure everything's okay? I can try to sta-"

"No!" I cut Jax off before continuing, No, I'm fine. Just tired, you go deal with club business and don't worry about me." I could tell that he knew something was up but he gave me a nod and a quick kiss before climbing down the latter.

Sliding my phone from my back pocket, I re-read the text over and over again.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

~~ Time Skip ~~

The boys finished in church as the prospects loaded the guns into the duffel bags, I leaned against the bar as Jax made his way over to me.

"You stay safe, don't leave here unless someone is with you." I gave him a small chuckle, laying my hands against his chest playing with the strings on his hoodie.

"I don't need a babysitter Jax. I am a big girl, I can handle myself." He stared at me without blinking. "Okay fine, I'll make someone comes with me." He gave me his famous Teller smirk before placing his lips against mine.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made us tear apart. Jax turned around to reveal the Opie standing behind him.

"It's time to go." He nodded before turning back to me.

"I love you, stay safe. We'll be gone three days tops." I pressed my lips to his. Pulling away I spoke,

"I love you, stay safe." And with that they headed out.

When the club was empty and the boys were gone, I felt my phone vibrate.

"Looks like someones all alone with no big bad biker to protect them."

Fuck.

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Aim for the head Part 1

I just thought what would be to the club if the walking dead invaded the streets of Charming. It would be probably quite a long one, but we'll se how it goes. Feel free to express your opinion on this kind of stuff

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Now in the course of time Chibs couldn’t really tell how it all started. It seemed that they’ve just came back from Ireland and Clay, Jax and others were out of prison, and the club was seriously discussing drug traffic, and the new sheriff seemed the main problem. And now a year later, club became one of the rare groups of survivors, and TM car service – a real fortress in the dead Charming.

That morning a year ago it all went as usual, everyone gathered in the clubhouse for a vote, but suddenly Jax’s phone rang and sons, sitting around the table heard Tara’s voice, high and loud with fear. They knew something awful happened. Something that wasn’t even possible to realize.

"Something’s going on in St. Thomas. We have to go there." Jax said, making his way outside. Others followed, silent and tense.

Further actions were going on in some dreadful daze, as if it was some kind of movie. Yet it wasn’t. Sons parked their bikes in front of the hospital and hurried inside as people – patients and medics - screaming and crying, were rushing in the opposite direction, some of them covered in blood.

"Tara!" Jax called, running along the corridor. Inside it was all a mess, broken furniture, blood on the floor and walls.

Some noise could be heard in one of the exam rooms they were passing by. Chibs stopped, pulling his gun out of the holster and carefully opened the door, peeking into the room. He saw a man in a hospital robe, sitting on his knees, bending over the body dressed in medical robe. Telford thought a guy might need help.

"Hey you, what…" He started, but before he could finish his question the man, or whatever it was, turned around, groaned as some kind of a beast and began to walk towards Chibs. His face was covered in blood, a piece of flesh hanging from the corner of his mouth, his eyes pale, with no sign of life in them. He was moving slowly and clumsy, but his hands were stretched out towards Chibs, fingers scratching air. It was so unreal, so disgusting and creepy that Filip couldn’t move for couple of seconds, but his instincts then woke up even earlier than his mind, he shoot couple of times, and in some kind of a slow motion he saw, how bullets ripped the flesh on this creature’s chest. Yet it didn’t even stop, didn’t even notice and just kept moving forward. “Yer bastard” Chibs muttered, aiming higher and making another shot, this time in the middle of monster’s forehead. Somehow it helped, creature stopped, rocking from side to side slightly and fell on the floor.

Filip took a deep breath, trying to wrap his mind around this scene; he couldn’t even imagine something like that in a real life. But there was no time to keep processing this information, as he heard fast heavy footsteps from around the corner where his brothers went, and in the next moment he saw them running, Jax holding Tara’s hand, yelling to others “We’re leaving! Call everyone; they have to get to TM as fast as possible with all of their families!”

Chibs joined sons as they were rushing towards the exit, pulling his phone out. As they made their way to the parking, Telford, Clay and Tig managed to call everyone who wasn’t in the. Driving along the streets of Charming Chibs saw many scared, hurt people and he really wanted to help them, but he also saw same creatures as the one he hopefully killed in the hospital, so he knew there’s not much sons could do before they really understand what’s going on.

The TM’s parking was crowded, every member of SAMCRO and their families were now there waiting for the members of the club to come back. People were scared; people were confused as much as Chibs himself. Gates were opened to let Jax and others in and closed as fast as possible. “What happened?” “What’s going on?” people kept asking, but Clay hopped off his bike and raised his arm.

"Quiet!" He said firmly. "Members – inside, others – wait. We need time to discuss. Tara, come, you have all the information."

Noise around ceased as the club members headed inside, followed by Tara. Guys sat around the table looking at each other with a question in their eyes. “Did you see this?” was this question but no one dared to ask it out loud. Everyone had another question for themselves – have I gone mad?

"Tara, speak." Clay stated as everyone shifted their gaze on her.

"There’s not much I can tell." She was standing behind Jax, her fingers gripping the back of his chair. – It was a usual day in the hospital, they asked me to check a man in the ER who was attack by some homeless on the street. I went down there and saw a man with a bite on his arm, quite a bad bite I must admit. As I was preparing to stitch him, he suddenly went insane; he attacked the nurse and when she tried to leave the room – followed her to the corridor. I locked the door and called Jax, and as I was waiting for you to come, he attacked several other people in the corridor. I don’t know what was going on there, only heard some noise, scream and so on.

"I got it." Clay nodded and looked at Chibs. "You were shooting. Why?"

"I…" Chibs cleared his throat wondering if he’s really gonna say it. But he probably had to. "I heard a noise from the exam room and as you went further, I stopped to check. There was some creature, it was… Ugh, it was eating someone! And he noticed me, he turned to me and walked my direction, trying to get me. I put two bullets in bastards chest but he didn’t even notice. Only when I shot it in the head it fell down and I still have no fucking idea if it’s really dead."

Everyone was silent, not even looking at each other, everyone knew what Filip saw in the hospital and what they saw on the streets. And no matter how crazy it was, there was only one explanation to it.

"Okay." Juice broke the silence finally. He was younger than the rest of the club and it was probably easier for him to believe this incredible thought. "I think we have no other option than to admit… Those people became… well, let’s call it zombie."

Sons looked at Ortiz and each of them was trying to find any fact that could prove him wrong, and no one could find any. The guy in the hospital was bitten by some homeless, he then bit several people in St. Thomas who ran outside and by the time guys were going back to the clubhouse they already saw several “zombies”. It proved that this virus or whatever it was is spreading way too fast. Now what the club had to do is to find any way to protect their people.

It was almost a year ago. And in these past months guys learned how to avoid zombies or, how they called those bastards – empties. They knew now that the empties are attracted by the noise so it was vital to be as quiet as possible using barrel silencers and avoid riding bikes when it was possible. They also soon found out that “aim for the head” is not just a phrase from zombie movies. Club made its main priority at first to make their clubhouse territory as safe and fortified as possible, build a buffer zone around the gate to have opportunity to go in and out safe, harden the walls of their fortress and place watchtowers around so every moment the surroundings of the clubhouse was under control. They also used some space in the yard to make a small garden with vegetables and to keep chickens. The car service was rebuilt to give a place to sleep for everyone in separate and common rooms.

While the mobile phones were still working, Clay contacted Mayans and 9ers to coordinate their actions. Every club was accepting people in their shelter, just random citizens who couldn’t leave Charming for some reasons, so three clubs divided the city in three parts to take care of people there and to gather supplies. They also visited St. Thomas all together to spread medicaments between gangs. Surprisingly, there was not such a big deal to make those agreements as everyone was trying to unite in front of the common problem. And expectedly the police was not really helpful, as the police office was one of the first places invaded by the empties.

Life in the clubhouse was slowly getting to something that could be called almost normal. There was the only thing that was bothering some of club’s members. Clay and Gemma’s daughter, Y/N, was somewhere out there in the big world, crowded with dozens of empties as several years ago she left to San Francisco. Many times club members discussed what can be done to get her back here, but they all knew – it was impossible as she could’ve been anywhere now.

It was Chibs’ turn that day to stay on the watchtower by the gates of the clubhouse. He was leaned against the tower wall, cigarette in the corner of his lips, sniper rifle placed next to him; he was watching the street lazily. Several empties were dangling around but it didn’t really bother Telford. Club decided that spending bullets on every single empty was wrong, so they shot those bastards around the base only before someone was about to go to another raid or another ride. Telford was thinking about the future, is there any chance that somehow everything will get back to normal? Is there any possibility to stop empties? He was worried, because lately there started to appear some new forms of monsters, faster and stronger than usual ones, who knows, what else can happen.

Filip’s attention was suddenly caught by some uncommon movement from the left, down the street. He raised his riffle and looked through the optical sight. A woman was moving fast towards the clubhouse, she had a big knife which she used to kill empties she met on her way, and Chibs could swear she knew how to deal with these bastards. He was curious who she was and what she was doing here in Charming, everyone who could leave left ages ago and those who couldn’t were now living in this clubhouse or with other two gangs and it was doubtful that anyone would visit Charming by their own will. As the girl got closer, Filip felt some sense of recognition. Her face seemed similar to him and only mud on it made it hard to realize who she was. Several moments later he finally understood.

"Get ready to open the gate on my command!" He said to one of the prospects downside and aimed for the empty that was quite close to the girl. As the monster fell down, the girl looked up in the direction of the shot and smiled. Chibs, who was now the only one to know she’s back, smiled as well and a moment later eliminated another monster.

"What’s going on there?" Clay’s voice was heard from the doorway of the clubhouse, but Telford didn’t answer. He was busy, clearing the way for the girl, and she was now running towards the gate.

"Open the gate, Ratboy!" Telford commanded soon, as Y/N was about to enter.

The prospect obeyed, even though Clay was rushing towards him to stop him at least before Chibs explained what’s going on. But the president stopped half his way, shocked by the sight opened to him. Telford remained in his post, unable to see what followed, but he could imagine the happy reunion of the family. He heard Clay’s and Gemma’s voices as they were leading their daughter to the clubhouse.

Only in the evening when his duty was over, Chibs had an opportunity to welcome Y/N back. He found her in the clubhouse, sitting on the couch, her hair still wet after shower, Gemma’s clothes she put on way too big for her little body. Telford was stunned for couple of moments; he couldn’t believe how she grew up. When she left five years ago she was almost a child, only 18, and now Y/N became young beautiful woman. He forced himself to leave these thoughts behind, came closer to her and smiled.

"Y/N, can’t believe you managed to get here alone from the San Francisco! Glad to see you though." – Chibs sat in the armchair and lit a cigarette.

"I wasn’t alone during some parts of my journey." Y/N smiled back at him. "Thank you for assisting the last moments of it, Fillip. It was you on that watchtower, right?"

Filip nodded and stretched his body, tensed after hours of standing still up there. Somehow he was glad it was him to be the first son to know about Y/N comeback.

"Tell me, how did you survive? It was a mess here in Charming for the first weeks and I can’t even imagine how bad it could be in a city with thousands of people." He asked after he poured himself some scotch.

"I was lucky to join my college mate. When we saw some shit on the street and realized what it really was, we jumped in the car and left the city before it became impossible. Then in the countryside we had do split up, as he was heading to his hometown as well. I found a map on the gas station and some food and started my journey. Can you give me a cigarette?" Y/N suddenly interrupted her story and after Chibs gave her one, continued. "For some time I was just walking in the set direction, trying to avoid crawlers."

"Crawlers?" Chibs raised his brow in surprise

"I call them crawlers… They crawl around blindly, you know…" Y/N looked confused. "How do you call them?"

"Empties… I named the first one I killed that because his eyes were… empty." Chibs smirked, he still remembered that scene in St. Thomas. "But please, continue."

"Then I met a group of survivors who was going the same way and joined them. Good people, Neal and Gina Stone - married couple and their two grown up sons, Russell and Tyler. They were really kind to me, we were helping each other and for couple of months stayed together." Y/N paused and took a drag from her cigarette. Chibs waited for her to continue, but already knew, something bad happened. As a proof for his thoughts she said. "Then… once we stopped for the night in an abandoned gas station, a huge bunch of crawlers attacked us."

Y/N went silent again, and Chibs saw how hard it was for her to talk about it. He understood her well, in this past year sons lost several people and even with all of their guns, there sometimes wasn’t much they can do against a big group of empties. He covered her palm with his own, trying to calm her down.

"You don’t have to tell me if it’s hard for you. I understand." He stated quietly.

She sobbed and nodded. – I was outside in the woods, gathering some benches for the fire, and when I came back it was all over. If it wasn’t my turn to go for supplies I would’ve been dead…

"It’s bad those good people are gone, Y/N. But I’m glad you are here now. Your parents and Jax couldn’t stop thinking of you, we were really considering a ride to find you." Chibs tried to distract her somehow and it probably helped.

"You guys are absolutely crazy here." She smirked and shook her head "How on earth could you find me, even if I stayed in San Francisco, in such a big city without any even approximate direction. I’m glad you decided to leave this idea. It would’ve been a suicide mission."

"Now I’m glad we didn’t go. But I think you worth any risk to be honest, lass." Chibs didn’t know why he said that, just felt this way. He would have no doubt if he needed to risk himself to save this girl.

The door opened and Clay entered, accompanied with Tig and Happy, who just came back from another raid for supplies. Every time sons had to go further and further to find something useful. This time it seemed guys were lucky to find quite a good amount of canned food, some alcohol and cigarettes. And as it was very good day for the club Clay decided to through a party. So very soon the clubhouse was full of people, dancing, drinking and laughing. Chibs and Y/N had to stop their conversation and join the others.

In several weeks sons gathered around their table again, they needed to discuss a new issue – nothing was heard from 9ers for couple of days, although usually members of each gang used to leave some signs for others on the border of their territory during every outing for supplies. It could be anything – if anyone needed help with some food or materials, they could leave a note for other clubs and usually got what they needed, or if something unusual was seen by one gang, they left information for others and so on. And for almost a week there were nothing from 9ers. Even Alvarez and his people left a note for sons, letting them know that Mayans didn’t hear anything from the third part. So guys gathered around the table to decide whether it would be a good decision to enter 9ers territory and find out what happened.

To the surprise of those present, Y/N was also there. She was sitting quietly on the chair in the corner of the room. The presence of any woman here during any discussion was so unusual that Chibs couldn’t hide a question in his eyes, when he looked at Clay. Others seemed to wait for an answer from their president as well.

"I asked Y/N to join us, because she knows more about empties and how to survive around them better than anyone here." Clay said, looking on his brothers carefully. He was the first one to stand against breaking any rule the club had, but the circumstances changed a lot. While we were sitting here in our safe house, with all of our guns and people, she was out there walking alone most of the last year, and hardly she had any safe place to stay. So I thought it might be useful to ask for her advice. I expect we’ll meet something bad at 9ers territory. Furthermore, I’m afraid, soon we’ll have to go further and further, outside of Charming in order to get supplies."

Nobody answered, Chibs just nodded, he knew Clay was right, he also saw his brothers nodding as well. Everyone understood, they were lucky to have such a safe shelter, but one day they will have to start leaving in for longer than several hours. Local shops, drug stores, hardware stores and other places with useful stuff were now all empty. And the clubhouse needed new resources to keep people safe, fed and healthy.

"Okay. If there are no objections, let us begin." Clay said after awhile. "We should now decide whether we go to niners territory to check on them. Yay or nay."

Everyone voted positive. Everyone knew that something bad happened with 9ers and didn’t want to let it spread all over Charming.

"Good. Now let’s decide who will go." Clay looked around, while sons were all silent.

"I’ll go." Chibs stated firmly. He had nothing to lose, no family, nothing at all

"Me too." Tig said and closed his eyes.

"I’ll go too" Jax was determined to join his brothers but Telford had other opinion

"No way Jacky Boy." He shook his head. "You have a family, your wife, your sons they need you."

"I agree" Clay sighed. " You better stay, Jax. We all know you will risk your life for this club, but it’s not that case."

"I hate you, guys" Jax smirked but didn’t argue.

"I’ll join you." Said Juice finally. He was young and probably scared of going there, but he was a good brother as well and wanted to help

"I’m in." Happy as usual didn’t see use in many words.

"Nay, Hap. Think of your mom." Chibs declined and Happy couldn’t disagree. His old mother needed her son.

"So, there are three of you, I think we need one more and we’re done." Clay stated

There was silence for several moments and then the voice from the corner made everyone jump, as sons almost forgot about Y/N.

"I will go there too." She said, rising from her chair. "There might be many crawlers out there if what I think happened. I know how to deal with big groups."

"But…" Chibs looked up at Y/N and then at Clay, trying to find any arguments against her decision. He just couldn’t stand the very thought of her being put to danger. And couldn’t explain his reaction even to himself. "You’ve just came back here, just started to feel safe and you want to go out there again? Let us deal with it for you."

"I’m grateful for it, Filip, but I’ve been there, I know what to do in case of danger." Y/N shook her head and looked at Clay "Dad, I will go. I can help."

Clay hesitated for couple of moments. He couldn’t believe he will send his own daughter to this dangerous mission. But she was the one to survive outside for almost a year. Finally he nodded and hit the table with his wooden hammer.

"Chibs, you are in charge of the group" He said after a moment, while sons started leaving the room one by one - Be ready to go in two hours. Better take bikes, you don’t need to carry much stuff and bikes are more maneuverable.

Telford nodded shortly and left as well. He needed some time to calm down a bit. Making his way outside of the clubhouse he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag on it, then let the smoke out slowly. He needed to stop being afraid, otherwise he won’t be able to lead the group, to think strait. And now he was really scared. He couldn’t believe Y/N would be put to danger so fast after coming back home. For those past few weeks he was spending a lot of time with her, their duties on watch towers were often at the same time, so they could talk about her life outside and about what happened in the club. Chibs told Y/N how Opie died, when he and Jax were out for supplies. They entered one of the grocery stores, while Jax was checking the fridges, Opie went to the storage on the back. There was an empty. Just one bastard. But he attacked suddenly, right when Opie opened the door and bit him on the neck. Jax had to shoot his best friend, as by that time sons knew – it takes from twenty minutes to two hours for virus to turn you into the monster.

The more Filip was spending time with Y/N the more he felt attracted to her, even though he tried to keep those thoughts away. She was a beautiful, smart young lady with a perfect sense of humor; she was still caring and gentle, no matter how rough her past year was. Talking to her late at nights felt so good and calming. And now she would go outside with him, Tig and Juice, and Fillip was terrified. He couldn’t even imagine what he would do if she gets hurt and he won’t be able to help. So Chibs knew he should be as cold-blooded as possible.

The door of the club house opened and Y/N came out, light smile on her lips as if she wasn’t even nervous. She sat next to Chibs on the bench and lit a cigarette as well.

"Why are you so tensed, Filip?" She looked him in the eyes.

"I’m just worried about you, lass. What if I can’t protect you out there?" He frowned.

"You don’t have to. I really appreciate it, but I can protect myself. I know how to survive." Y/N covered his palm with her own, sending shivers down his spine, and smiled gently. "Don’t worry, we’ll be okay."

Chibs didn’t know what to answer. She was right, but the only thought he might lose her made his blood run cold. By this point he had to admit it – he had feelings for her. Chibs didn’t expect it from himself. He hardly ever thought of being with someone for many years now. He once had family, wife and daughter and it was all gone. Several attempts to start new relationships didn’t work and he forgot about it concentrating on club needs and issues. Before Y/N came back. Now he felt it again, this worry inside when he was thinking about this lass, this awe when she was near or touched him. And despite all this, Chibs also knew for sure, those feeling should be hidden and locked deep in his heart.

"We have to go get ready for the mission." Y/N said finally, distracting Chibs from his gloomy thoughts. He nodded and they both went back to the club house, to their rooms to get everything they might need.

In an hour the group gathered on the parking lot. They put on proper clothes – lightly armored pants and long-sleeves with carbon inserts that could protect them from any accidental bite but couldn’t of course stop the heavy attack of the empties. Guys also got their silenced guns and Y/N had her big bowie knife in the scabbard on her hip.

"You don’t have a gun?" Chibs frowned. On his opinion it was better to keep as long distance with empties as possible.

"You don’t find many gun shops out there, you know. So I’m used to this knife, it can be even more effective than your guns. Don’t worry about me, Filip!" Y/N shook her head and touched his shoulder. "Can I ride with you?"

He could only nod to her question, there were no arguments left, she knew what to do and she was more confident than any other member of their team. Sons got on their bikes, Y/N sat behind Chibs and wrapper her arms around his waist, holding tightly. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before he was able to even move. Then the group left the safe house and headed towards the 9ers territory.

Streets were as usual empty, except for the empties, which were slowly walking out of their holes, attracted by the roar of three bikes. They were too slow though, so Chibs, Tig, Juice and Y/N had nothing to worry about so far. Couple of times they met quite a big group of empties, but managed to drive around them by the nearby streets.

"We better leave bikes couple of blocks away from niners’ base" Y/N said to Chibs’ ear and he nodded.

That’s what they did. Two blocks before the 9ers safehouse, Chibs parked his bike on the roadside, Tig and Juice followed his lead. Several empties were moving slowly and clumsy towards the group, so several accurate shots left them finally dead lying on the ground. There soon would be more of them, the sound of engines was heard far away and dozens of monsters were now crawling to the direction it went from, but for now the group was safe. They would have to deal with this problem later.

"We should go. There were still no signs of niners so far and I’m afraid those crawlers got them." Y/N said, looking at Chibs, Tig and Juice. "I’ve seen this before and heard about shelters crowded by its former residents. One bitten man who didn’t tell his mates about the bite is enough to turn a safe house into hell. So we will probably see the same situation. Be ready to leave as soon as we have enough information."

"I’m afraid this girl is right… When Kozik… you know…" Tig started but couldn’t continue. Chibs and Juice seemed to understand what he’s talking about, but Y/N didn’t even know who this Kozik was and what happened to him. She didn’t ask anything, it wasn’t the right moment for another long tragic story.

"Let’s go, guys." Chibs made a move with his hand, pulled the gun out of the holster and headed along the street towards the 9ers shelter.

Others followed, moving quietly and slowly, looking around carefully. They’ve met several empties on their way, nothing special, just the usual dumb slow creatures. Those who were trying to attack were killed by a bullet of by the accurate fast hit of the bowie knife. The more Chibs saw how Y/N deal with her weapon the more he understood how this young lass survived. This knife was not just a piece of metal, but an extension of her body. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t think before she made another hit, piercing another monster’s head. It seemed so natural, as if she was taught to kill empties from her childhood.

Finally they saw the gates of 9ers base. Unlike Sons, 9ers chose to turn an old big lumber yard into their shelter. Massive wooden fence was lined with thick metal sheets, making it impossible for any monster to crawl inside. But it couldn’t save from those who appear in the shelter. Gates were closed and no one could be seen on the watch towers around.

"How do we get inside?" Tig asked, looking around.

"We have to climb over the fence" Juice suggested. And he was right, the fence was quite high but together they would pass it.

"We should get to one of the towers; it would be easier to get down on the opposite side." Chibs nodded, hiding his gun and made his way towards the fence. "Come here, lass, I’ll hoist you first and then the others."

Y/N followed Chibs and soon climbed up the wall with his help. She grabbed onto the platform of the watch tower and pulled herself up on it. Standing up she looked around and sighed. Soon Juice, Tig and Chibs climbed on the tower as well and now all four were watching 9ers downstairs. Or those who were 9ers, as now the entire base was infested by the empties, slowly crawling around.

"They’re all gone?" Juice whispered, shocked. Nobody answered. It was obvious. But he still couldn’t believe "How could it happen?"

"I told you how." Y/N sighed and looked at Ortiz "Probably one of them was bitten, but decided not to tell anyone. It all depends on when he turned. If there was no one around at the moment, they’ve got one crawler inside and they didn’t expect it, so being relaxed they became easy targets for the monster. And then it started spreading exponentially."

For several minutes they kept standing on the tower, watching what was a shelter before. Sons thought about the situation with Kozik and that their own club house could be the same if they were not so lucky. And Y/N thought about the shelter she found on her way. Stones, the family she joined, told her that there was a safe place where people were living in peace and had everything they needed. The Promised Land they called it. They even told Y/N an approximate coordinates of this place, they were dreaming to get there and settle, to have a normal life again. So after a tragedy, when those wonderful people were gone, Y/N decided to visit this so to call promised land, luckily it was on her way. And when she got there, it was not as beautiful as Stones used to tell her. It was a settlement with no man alive in it. Only crawlers, former citizens turned into, were walking along the streets. So Y/N new, it could happen with any, even good fortified and reliable, base if only people would let themselves think they are completely safe inside the walls.

"We should leave." Chibs stated finally "We’ll discuss what to do with this place, for now empties are locked inside and can’t get on the streets."

They were about to start climbing down the wall to get back to their bikes when Tig, who was still looking carefully somewhere, whispered “wait! There’s someone there”

Everyone looked at the same direction Trager was pointing. For some time Chibs couldn’t see anything, but then he noticed some movement in one of the buildings. There was someone inside, someone alive - he was making signs with a flashlight.

"We should help." Tig said, even though nor him, neither Chibs and Juice knew how to get there.

"Maybe we can tread there by the edge of the wall?" Juice finally suggested, but it seemed doubtful and he knew it. The building where the survivor was hiding was located too far from the wall.

"We will walk through the crowd." Y/N said suddenly and Sons looked at her confused as if she lost her mind. Yet she seemed to be pretty confident.

"How can we do that?" Chibs frowned, trying to read her thoughts as if he could.

"We need to find couple of crawlers outside of the base and I’ll show you. Two people would be enough. Who wants to join me?" She was absolutely calm and seemed to know what to do.

"I’ll go with you." Chibs replied before anyone else could react. He couldn’t allow anyone else to risk and couldn’t let her go alone.

Y/N climbed down the wall on the almost empty street outside, followed by Chibs. She looked around and spotted the empty not far from them. She approached it carefully before Telford could stop her and beheaded it with one fast move. Then she pulled its body closer to the fence.

"There’s another one we killed on the way here." She pointed on another empty laying on the ground fifty meters away from them. "Bring it here."

Chibs obeyed, even though he still had no idea what she’s going to do. And when he dragged the lifeless body closer he saw some awful and shocking scene. Y/N ripped monster’s belly and chest with her knife and now was covering herself with its guts.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?" Chibs exclaimed, covering his nose and mouth with his arm. The smell of dead body was so nauseating and Y/N seemed to not paying any attention to it.

"Don’t you know why crawlers don’t eat each other?" She asked as if nothing special happened and ripped open the monster Chibs brought. "They don’t react to their own smell, only to humans. Cover yourself in its guts and blood and they wouldn’t pay any attention to you. Here, follow my lead."

It took a lot of courage for Chibs to force himself to take some awfully looking and smelling goo from inside of the dead body and spread it all over his face, chest and legs. Y/N finished with her own disguise, even her face was covered, so Filip had no other choice than to do the same. Then they helped each other with spreading guts on their backs and made their way back up the tower, accompanied with Tig’s and Juice’s confused expressions.

"Later." Y/N stopped them from asking questions "We don’t have much time before it starts drying out. Filip, remember, we should be quiet and move the same way they move, it’s very important. Don’t panic, don’t hurry. Just follow me and we’ll be okay, I promise."

She started climbing down the ladder and Chibs, taking a deep breath, followed Y/N. He couldn’t believe how crazy this lass was and liked her even more for that. They soon found themselves on the street surrounded by empties, Y/N seemed to feel confident and cold-blooded while Chibs had to count in his thoughts slowly to keep himself calm. Empties were everywhere, they were quietly groaning, swaying on one place or moving slowly in different directions, hitting each other, hitting Y/N and Chibs and still paying no attention to intruders. Chibs followed lass slowly, hardly understanding the direction they headed and how long they’ve been walking.

At some point Y/N stopped and looked up at Tig and Juice who were watching them. Tig pointed somewhere and Y/N nodded, it seemed he helped her to find the right direction to move. Soon even Chibs saw the house they needed and hardly stopped himself from fasten his steps. They stopped by the door and Filip wanted to knock, but Y/N grabbed his hand and shook her head. Instead, she approached the window where they spotted a light. She saw a man inside who wanted to hide at once, but realized she was not dead. In a moment the door opened, Chibs stepped in and soon Y/N joined him, pulling one of the empties inside. It was already completely dead and Filip had no idea when she managed to do it.

Y/N locked the door fast and took a deep breath. Chibs looked around as well, looking for the survivor. It was Laroy Wayne, the head of 9ers, or the former head it’s better to say. He was standing in the corner of the room, gun in his hand, ready to fight. But as he recognized Chibs, he lowered the weapon and smiled. Laroy looked tired and scared. God knows how he survived here alone.

"Thanks God!" Wayne exclaimed and then, scared, looked at the door. "I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you guys on the tower."

"What happened here?" Chibs asked. His nerves were tensed and he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, but the needed to know.

"Raj, one of my people…" Laroy shrug his shoulders "He was bitten but didn’t tell anyone."

Chibs just nodded, Y/N was right. And she was the one to help them get to Laroy. Now they needed to make their way back to the tower.

"Cover yourself in its blood and guts." While men were talking Y/N ripped open the empty she brought with herself from outside. The scene repeated, Laroy was shocked, disgusted, scared. He shook his head and stepped away, but Y/N insisted. "We got here safe only because we were all covered in it. There’s no other option. Do it if you want to get out of here safe."

Chibs nodded when Laroy looked at him confused, and it seemed to be enough for him to obey. Y/N meanwhile took some of the guts and spread a new layer on her body. Chibs followed her lead and soon all three of them were ready to go.

"We really gonna go out there?" Laroy stopped in front of the door. He was still afraid of leaving his shelter.

"We have no choice." Chibs opened the door slowly. "Follow Y/N, be quiet and don’t hurry."

As Laroy nodded, they left the building one by one and began to walk slowly among the living dead, heading back to the watch tower where Tig and Juice waited. Step by step they were moving forward, crowd of empties around paying no attention to them. Chibs even calmed down a bit, seeing that the plan Y/N offered was good enough to keep them safe.

Only couple of meters left for them to cover, so in about five minutes it should be over. Suddenly the crowd in front of them parted for some reason making a corridor leading to the ladder. And then Laroy ran. He probably thought it would be better to get up the tower as soon as possible. But the empties around noticed the unusual movement and followed him. He, though, was lucky enough, to climb up and even shake one of the monsters off his leg. In no time Laroy was already on the watch tower. For Chibs and Y/N though the situation was bad. Empties were gathering around the tower, more and more of them from all over the territory, and in couple of seconds there were so many of that creatures that there was no chance to get to the ladder. Chibs and Y/N looked at each other and none of them knew what to do now.

#sons of anarchy #soa imagine #chibs x reader #chibs imagine #chibs #samcro #clay morrow #tig trager #happy lowman #juice ortiz #crossover #the walking dead

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