#Harry Opie Winston one shot

[marvelous-slut]

Rekindle - Opie Winston x Reader

Y’all I’ve underestimated just how sexy Opie is. Like, stop for a minute and look at him. I’ve literally had this in my draft forever and I’m glad to finally get her out.

Warnings: MINORS, as always DNI! 18+ ONLY! Smut head folks.

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You turn the engine to your car off as you finally made it to the familiar garage. Teller Morrow. It had been at least 10 years since you’d gotten out of Charming and never looked back, even sitting in the garage brought back too many memories for your brain to count. Most were horrible memories, your father Otto being arrested right outside the club house/garage. Your mother coming in late into the night, drunken and loud. Knocking over things she didn’t need but wouldn’t throw away. If she didn’t come home, you knew she was right inside the club house sobbing for your father who was constantly in and out of prison. The more you thought about the horrible memories, the more pissed off you felt yourself becoming. You decided it was time to go in and face the members of SAMCRO, find out exactly what had happened to your mother. A part of you figured she’d gotten killed due to something with the club, or maybe one of her porn costars had beaten her to death. Whatever it was, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel one hundred percent sad about it. Your parents were never really parents, who could be when they were so invested in the club life?

You walk in to the club house, not much has changed since 10 years ago. The same smell of pussy and booze, the same mug shots hanging on the wall with the exception of a few who you assumed to be members. One struck you, taking it in as you looked at the familiar face. Harry Winston.

“Jesus Christ Ope.” You say softly, before you have any time to think about what he did or if he was still in, a voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“Well look at who’s here!” Piney, it was so good to see him. Even if he looked sick with the oxygen tubing sticking out of his nose. You walk over to him, opening your arms for his warm embrace. “How you doin’ kid?” He asks, smiling largely.

“I’m good Piney, how’d you end up with that shit hanging from your nose?” He chuckles deeply, letting out a cough once he’s done.

“Lung issues, too many Marlboros I guess.” You laugh and he pats you on the back, before you can ask any questions about Opie you get your answer. He stands outside the door of the chapel, leaning up against it and seeming like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Seeing you wasn’t something he was looking forward to like the rest of the club.

“Well, glad to see you made it out for someone’s funeral.” He speaks coldly before walking out of the club house completely. Piney can see the discomfort on your face and speaks up.

“Ignore him, he’s been a real prick since Donna died.” Donna, it had been two years since she passed. He was still mad about that? You sigh and shake your head. You didn’t attend Donnas funeral and maybe you should have, maybe you should have been there to support Opie. He’d called you after it happened, drunken and slurring almost every word that come out of his mouth. You felt it was disrespectful to Donna to come to her funeral and comfort her husband, who you dated for years and considered your first love. It didn’t feel right no matter what way you thought about it, so you didn’t come. That was the last time you’d heard from him until today.

“I guess death can do that to a person. I’ll see you later Piney, I have to go get started looking for a dress to bury mom in.” He hugs you once more, this time a little more tight than before.

“He still cares about you kid. He loved Donna, but he loved you too.” He whispers, making you go cold. You break the hug and smile at him softly, heading out the club house doors as fast as you could. Hoping Piney didn’t notice the grief written all over your face.

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You had been through many challenges before, but trying to find your mother an outfit for her funeral that wasn’t completely revealing may be something you weren’t able to do. She’d turned the house into an even bigger dump than it was before you left, ashtrays filled to the brim with butts, beer cans and bottles scattered everywhere. Clothes thrown to the side, on the tv, in the floor. It was a wreck. You prayed it wouldn’t be yours to deal with now. You move a pile of books on the bed to the side to lay out what clothing looked appropriate to bury someone in when a stack of photos falls out. You pick them up, looking at each one. A photo of you and Otto on his Harley, you were maybe 6 years old in the photo. It made you smile, even if there was a lot of shit memories connected to your father you did know he loved you. You knew it was shitty not to call or even visit him, if they’d even let you. You look to the next picture, feeling like someone had just hit you in the chest. A photo of you and Opie on your senior prom night.

“God, my hair. My face.” You say softly, laughing at how much different you looked. Your eyes roam over to Opie, he was much smaller than he is now. Hardly any hair on the poor boys face compared to now. You sigh, folding the picture and sticking it in your pocket. Maybe you’d get to show it to him, if he lets go of the issue of Donnas funeral before you leave. The knock at the door takes you away from reminiscing. You’re in shock at who stands behind the white, dirt covered door.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier. I guess I’m bad at letting shit go.” Opie says, he leans against the frame of the door, before you can suggest for him not to do it. “Can I come in?” You move out of the door way, noticing him looking around the disaster of a house.

“It’s a fuckin’ dump. Luann couldn’t keep a house up worth a shit apparently.” You say, he laughs a little bit. “There’s no way I’m staying here. Guess I’ll get a hotel till I go home.” You say, moving around some clutter, scared to sit on the couch even after it’s gone.

“If you need a place to crash, I’m sure the club wouldn’t mind if you stayed at the house. My house is pretty empty too, wife being dead and all.” You weren’t sure how to react to the last comment, so you didn’t acknowledge it.

“Thanks Ope. I found this going through moms stuff.” You hand him the photo, as soon as he looks at it he laughs. You feel your chest tighten when he does, even after all the years apart he still had an affect on you.

“Jesus, look how fuckin’ scrawny.” He says, you remember the first time he’d ever put his kutte on, how it was so baggy on him. He’d definitely grew into it over the years. “You were pretty, still are.” He says, you can’t help but smile at the comment.

“Don’t kiss my ass just cause you were being a shit head.” He grins, knowing you were half right. He felt awful for being so cold toward you, especially this being the chance to let you know that he’s never forgotten you. How you’d haunted him nearly everyday for the last 10 years.

“Listen, I gotta get going. Got some shit with the club that needs handled. If you need to crash at my place, you know where I am.”

“Thanks Ope. I really appreciate it. I’ll see you later?” He nods his head and closes the door behind him. You place your back to the door, hanging your head down. It shouldn’t be this way, the high school sweet heart still having some stupid affect on your mind years later. You look up, opening your eyes to a large rat sitting in front of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You scream, grabbing the dress you’d found for your mother and slamming the door behind you.

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The porch light is barley shining when you step up to the door. You knock on the door, not having to wait long before it’s answered. Opie stands in the door way, only in a towel. Hair still wet from showering. You feel your eyes widen, looking him up and down. You knew it was obvious even if you had been praying it wasn’t.

“Sorry, didn’t think you’d stop by.” He says, moving out of the door way. You step in, the place was much different than your mothers. Clean, neat, no reason to be scared of being on the couch.

“So you just answer the door for anyone half naked?”

“Just the pretty ones.” You feel your face heat up at the comment. Embarrassed that you’re blushing like this. You place a hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently.

“Ope, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You say softly, he brings your head up to face him. Looking into his eyes makes your heart go faster than it had in years. He places his hand on the side of your cheek, caressing it gently.

“It’s okay.” Before you can respond, you feel yourself move closer, kissing him. He moves his hands to your hips as you stratal him, gripping them tightly. You run your fingers through his damp hair, the last time this had happened was when the two of you were 19 years old, what you’d thought would be the last time you ever got to be this close to him. You break the kiss and head down to the towel that covered him, uncovering his hardened cock. Turns out, everything about him had grown some in ten years. You lower your head down, running your tongue up his cock as he moans out. One thing you love about Opie, he never was afraid to be loud. He’d let you know how good you made him feel. You wrap your lips around his cock, moving your head up and down. Slowly, trying to get him going and eager for you. It worked very fast, he grabs a fist full of your hair, tugging it gently trying to get you to pick up the pace. It was hard to take him in your mouth without choking, you hadn’t been blessed with no gag reflex like most. Taking him little by little however, was driving him insane.

“Too big for you to handle now?” He asks, you can just in-vision the smirk plastered across his face. You decide to take it as a challenge, taking him until he hits the back of your throat. You hold in your gags, but the tears forming in your eyes can’t hide that you’re struggling with taking every inch of him.

“Fuck.” He mutters out, leaning his head up to watch the sight in-front of him. A sight that as much as he was ashamed to admit, thought about from time to time even while he was married to Donna. You pull your mouth off of him, slowly, letting him feel every movement as you do. He groans out, as you straighten yourself up, he’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts. Silently, he begs you to take them off. You begin to unbutton them and he helps get your underwear and shorts off swiftly. Eager to be inside of you. You reach your hands down to discard your shirt before you slide yourself down onto him. Your walls stretching with every inch you take of him. Moaning out, you rest your hands on his chest. He places his hands back onto your hips, helping you move and watches your face as you adjust to him.

“Oh my God. Ope.” You whimper out, moving yourself faster and more steady onto him. A hand finds its way to your breast, grasping it firmly. He moves his hand farther up to your mouth, he drags his thumb over your lips slowly. You open your mouth far enough for him to graze it over your teeth. Before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back. The feeling of him reinserting himself makes you whine out, arching your back as he picks up a steady pace. You turn your head, closing your eyes and taking in the feeling of pleasure that’s overwhelming your senses. He uses one of his hands to turn your head back to him, holding it there.

“I want you to look me in the eyes. I want to see how good I make you feel.” The words make you even wetter than you were, which at this point you’d thought was impossible. He feels your nails digging into his back, using your hands to pull him closer to you. Looking at your face and the way you tightly had your legs wrapped around him, he knew you were close to cumming. He speeds up, thrusting into you faster and a touch harder than before.

“Fuck! Ope-“ You’re unable to get another word out before you feel yourself tighten around him. You grab him, pulling him down and smashing your lips against his. You grind against him, making sure to ride the orgasm as long as possible. Feeling you grind against him sends him over the edge, he groans out as he releases into you. You would thank God later for the birth control pills, but right now that was the last thing on your mind. He pulls himself out of you, laying down beside you as you both try to catch your breaths. You try to make the shaking in your legs stop, but it’s useless. You decide to just lay there until you don’t feel shaky or hazy.

“So much for small talk huh?” You ask, he chuckles and stretches out his arm for you to come over. You do so, resting your head on his chest. The feeling feels so good, so familiar and you hate to think about it ending. Suddenly dreading going back home.

“Yeah. Maybe we can do that in the morning.” He says, kissing the top of your head.

[your-space-brain]

Would You Say I’m Worthy?

Harry “Opie” Winston x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Hey guys! It’s Blaire from @spacedbrainnn . Just moving my writing onto a main blog!

You were head over heels for the man and there was no stopping it. He was all brooding, troubled and mysterious and you could do nothing to stop yourself from the head first dive that you’d taken since you met him.

He hardly spoke, but he left you notes here and there. You’d been assisting SAMCRO for the longest time since Chucky arrived, who was a good friend of yours, and you’d caught one another’s eye. After that, it was subtle glances and a smile here or there, or even a wink if you were lucky.

‘Have a good day.’

‘Here’s a shitty daisy like flower.’

‘I hate the color of this sticky note.’

‘How’s our two fingered friend doing?’

‘I’m keeping this pen.’

Those intimate sticky note letters were barely legible and hardly anything to scoff at. What he thought was just a running joke, you enjoyed, and kept each one in a little container beneath the bar top. He didn’t know the effect he had on you, or anyone for that matter, since he lost both Donna and his kids.

“What’s it say today?” Chucky was the first one to ask as he began to wipe down the top of the deep mahogany bartop.

“‘What’s the sky look like from your end?’” You read to Chucky with a little laugh. “He asks me these questions but doesn’t give me a place to reply to them at.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want you to.” Chucky offered as he shrugged, getting back to work on making the bartop shiny and clean.

“How would you put it? ‘I accept that’?” You teased, earning a smile out of the chipper, barely fingered man.

A roar of bikes signaled that some of SAMCRO’s finest had returned, making both Chucky and you raise your heads slightly to peer through the window.

Opie was trailing Jax and Bobby as they pulled up, his long hair flicking beneath his helmet as he pulled into the drive. He stopped a bit after his parking space and backed it in, before hitting the kill switch and discarding his helmet on the handle bars.

He didn’t speak when he came in, all leather and hair being smoothed out below silver ring clad fingers. “Hey darlin’.” Jax greeted as she threw him a wave, ignoring his charm, but Opie didn’t stay long and disappeared down the hallway.

“He doesn’t speak too much, does he?” You asked Jax, and he shook his head.

“Nah, not too much. It’s been a while since he spoke freely.”

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Every Friday night was a Crow Eater party. It was a time when you would come for a while, before things got too terribly wound up, and then you would leave. You were sipping a beer, leaned on the bar, looking around but there was a pair of familiar eyes missing.

“Where’s Ope?” You asked Chucky, who shrugged.

When you didn’t get a reply, you handed the amber bottle over to Chucky for safe keeping before you wandered off down the hall to see if he was in his dorm.

Lo and behold, through a crack in his dorm door, he was kicked back in bed, still fully clothed minus his boots, an arm over his eyes with only the lamplight on. He looked peaceful, until you disrupted that by lightly knocking with one knuckle.

“Come in.” It was a slurred mumble as his eyes finally opened again. They were dark and swirling as you stepped into the meticulously neat room, the only thing out of place being a couple of motorcycle parts out on the desk.

“Hey, not joining the party?” You asked as you came to sit in his wooden desk chair.

“Nah. Not my scene.” He replied as he grunted, moving to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, his back popping while his muscles protested wickedly.

“Oh, that’s fair.” He nodded as you said it, having been half asleep, but he just yawned quietly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

He wasn’t prepared for what you were going to ask him next. “Why don’t you ever give me a chance to reply to your notes?” The man, for once, looked absolutely dumbfounded. He ran a hand over his beard as he thought about a reply, before clearing his tatted throat.

“I guess… I didn’t think you’d want to.”

This shocked you. Your brows knit for a moment as he calculatedly watched him, a frown on your lips. “Why wouldn’t I want to?”

Several reasons popped in the burdened man’s head. He was a killer, he lost everything he loved to this club and if he let you in, you were pretty much signing your own death warrant to Mr. Mayhem. You were putting a black listed card in your own hands.

Finally, he gave a heavy sigh and replied, his eyes dropping to his socked feet. “If I let you in, you very well could be ending your life by picking me.”

This caused you to recoil a bit. “So you’re not even giving me a choice?” You asked him.

“No. I’m not worth anyone getting themselves killed or hurt.”

He seemed so cut and dry with this response, as if this was already made up in his head, as if he didn’t want to risk being the sole reason another life dropped for loving him. He already beat himself down to know he wasn’t worthy.

“You don’t get to make that choice. You don’t… get to pick what’s best for me.” You told him with a shake of your head. “Why can’t you let me try?”

The words were stuck in Opie’s throat as you reached out and caressed his beard. He swallowed carefully, before he pressed his lips to your palm.

“I can’t make your decisions for you. I can only advise you that this might not be best.” He murmured, before you made him look you in the eyes.

“I’m picking you.”

— end —

[wonderdustwriting]

“Keep smiling at me like that”

Summary - Opie looks back through your relationship, wondering what he could have done to deserve you in his life. Prompt - “Keep smiling at me like that.”   Pairing - Harry “Opie” Winston x Female Reader Word Count - 525 Warnings - N/A A/N - Requests are currently open. You can find my request guidelines here Prompt List

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Opie couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten sometimes. After Donna's murder, he couldn't think about being anyone else, then one day you showed up at the shop. Your car needed a lot of work, why you were still driving it baffled Opie, however, a job was a job so he did everything he could to make your car as roadworthy as possible.

Repairing your car took several weeks to do over that time the two of you found yourselves having various conversations. At first, it had been strictly about your car, however as time went on the two of you began to get to know each other on a more personal level.

It was not long before Opie fell hard for you. He had not experienced feelings like this in a long time, and understandably he was terrified of getting hurt. Even thinking about entering a relationship with someone new was terrifying. It was not only himself he had to consider, but it was also his children. A conversation with Jax put things into perspective for him, and after much debate, he finally asked you out.

The first date was followed by date nights, then by days out with the children when Opie finally felt like you weren't about to run for the hills. You were something stable for Opie, a person he could rely on when times got tough. You were everything he could have asked for in another.

"Keep smiling at me like that." Opie had been so consumed by his thoughts he had been oblivious to you entering the laundry room with an arm full of laundry.

"Sorry, Sweetheart, I got caught up in my own head for a second." Placing the basket of laundry of the ground, you instinctively wandered over to him and wrapped your arms around him his torso. Opie instinctively returned the embrace wondering what he could have possibly done to deserve a second chance?

"Everything okay? I presumed you were happy due to the way you were smiling at me when I walked in."

"I was just wondering how I managed to get so lucky with you. Honestly, Sweetheart, after Donna died, I was sceptical for a long time. I wonder if you hadn't walked into the shop that day, what my life would be like now."

"Hey, you don't have to worry about that now. I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Opie knew you were right, still, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running away, from him now and again. Leaning down, Opie brushed his lips against yours softly at first before he turned his head so he could deepen the kiss.

"What do you say we stay in today, just you, me and the kids? We can even order pizza."

"That sounds great, you order the pizza, and I'll grab the snacks and the drinks." Leaving the laundry for another day, you pulled away to get the day started.

"Baby, I love you."

"I love you too, I'll save you a seat since I think you need a cuddle." Opie laughed, maybe you were right, maybe he should focus more on the future rather than the past...

[theewritingroomm]

“What the hell is going on in here?” Opie hollered as he entered the best room he shared with Y/N. 

It looked like a tornado had ripped through their bedroom. Clothes were spilling out of the closet and out of the dresser. They were thrown around without any real regard, ending up on the floor and across the bed where a duffle bag sat half full of Y/N’s clothes. Pictures of the two of them had been taken off of the wall and the nightstands, leaving only the ones of Opie’s children. And finally, banging and clattering could be heard from the connected bathroom, alerting Opie to where Y/N was. 

Walking into the bathroom Opie saw that it was in nearly the same state as the bedroom had been in. Y/N’s soaps and lotions were lined up across the counter and her makeup was being thrown into a bag haphazardly.

“Y/N, baby, what’s going on?” Opie tried again, this time making Y/N turn towards him. 

As Y/N turned towards him Opie saw the pain and the tears that were in her eyes. It pained him to see it but he knew in order to help her he needed to find out why she was doing this. So Opie grabbed her hands and the things that she had in them in an attempt to get her to put them down and talk. To his surprise she ripped her hands away from his and continued to throw things in her bag. Y/N didn’t say anything to him, wanting to get out of the house and away from Opie as fast as possible. 

“Y/N, baby, please stop and talk to me.” Opie pleaded with her as she zipped up her bag. 

“Go talk to Lyla, as her about the things she called and told me.” Y/N finally spoke as she pushed passed a stunned Opie. 


Y/N threw her makeup bag into her duffle and turned back to face Opie as he came out of the bathroom. Her anger grew when she saw the confused look on his face, thinking he was playing dumb with her. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He said, confirming Y/N’s theory that he was playing dumb. 

Y/N let out an angry sigh, “You’re lying Ope. She called the house told me you hade just left her place. She also told me all about how you two slept together. And you want to know the cherry on top, she told me all about how you two think I’m a terrible role model for Ellie and Kenny.

“And Opie, I could have looked past the fact that you slept with her as long as it was just once and all ties with her were cut. But I love those kids like they are my own and for you to think I’m a terrible role model; that fucking hurts. Especially when I have done nothing but love and care for you and those kids. So I’m done, unless you can tell me that none of that happened and she’ll be gone.” 

Opie stood there silent for a moment before he sighed and spoke, “She lying about what was said, I would never say any of that shit about you. I love you more than anything and seeing you with the kids lights up my whole fucking world.” 

When he stopped Y/N simply looked at him, an unreadable expression across her face. 

“But you still slept with her?” Y/N asked. 

Opie stayed quiet and looked past her, unable to meet her eyes. Y/N took this as all the answer she needed. 

“More than once?” Opie shook his head at her question. 

“No. It was only the one time,” He replied. 

“And that’s it right? You’re done with her and she’s out of our lives now?” Tears were threatening to fell from Y/N’s eyes as she spoke. 

Opie sighed, “I’m sorry sweetheart, she asked the club and me for protection. I can’t just leave her high and dry.” 

Y/N nodded as she wiped the tears from her eyes with one hand and grabbing her duffle bag with the other. “But you apparently can let her tear us apart.” 

Opie didn’t say anything in response, so Y/N took that as her cue to go. As she walked out of their once shared bedroom Y/N sent one final look over her shoulder. 

“Goodbye Ope,” Y/N said softly as a few more tears fell down her cheeks.

[jacksonroseroth]

Welcome To The Neighborhood Chapter 1

A/N: This is the first chapter of mine and @badwolf-in-the-impala ‘s SOA collab! We’ve both written parts of the story, so we will be alternating as we post chapters. Hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Sibling arguments, flirting

Words: 4,099

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala , none of the pictures are ours

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“Kacey, if we’re gonna make it out of the heat, then you have to push harder!” Harper called from the cab of the truck as they slowly inched their way along the shoulder of the highway. Kacey glared at her sister and stopped pushing, both out of exhaustion and to piss her off. Harper stuck her brown and blonde curls out of the window, looking back at her. “Hey!”

“Listen, it’s your truck! You should push it!” Kacey said, pulling herself up and walking to the driver’s side door. “I told you, you should have just asked him to trade it in before you-”

“Don’t even mention him, Kay!” Harper said, shoving her finger in her sister’s face and climbing out. “I’ll push until we hit the next road marker, then we’re switching.”

Kacey scoffed and looked down the road at the marker that stood only a few feet away. She growled at her sister, but got into the car anyway. “If I end up dying of heat exhaustion cause of all this pushing, I’m haunting your ass!”

Harper snorted and braced her hands on the bumper, giving everything she had, grinding her feet in the gravel to find some sort of traction as they inched their way closer to the marker. Behind her, Harper heard the rumble of a motorcycle and whipped her head around. Kacey also stuck her head out of the window, both sisters waiting and praying it wasn’t what they thought.

As Half-Sack rode down the asphalt, he slowed as he approached the beat up blue pick up, stopping just behind it. Harper and Kacey exchanged glances when they saw the Kutte. They could tell he was just a prospect, but they didn't know what club he was with. Grabbing the small pistol Harper kept in the glovebox, Kacey shoved it into the back of her pants and got out, going to her sister. Half-Sack hung his helmet by the handlebars and got off his bike, going over to the girls.

“Hey. You ladies havin’ some car trouble?” He asked, giving them a charming smile. The sisters exchanged a look then back to him. Harper took a good look at the patches on his Kutte, or rather, lack thereof as the only one present read ‘Prospect’. Neither of them recognized the colors which made Kacey reach a hand back to take the gun from her waistband and slip it into her sister’s.

“No. No, we’re okay.” Harper said. Kacey rolled her eyes and sighed. Half-Sack chuckled and said, “Well, you’re pushing your car.”

With another exchange between the sisters, Half-Sack chuckled and clarified, “I work at Teller-Morrow Auto. I can call one of the guys? Get the tow truck out here.”

Kacey gave a soft chuckle with a shrug and said, “We’ve already tried that. No service.”

“Well, I can help bring you guys back. We’re not too far from town.” He said. Kacey looked at her sister, who studied Half-Sack, worried about his patch. With a nod of her head toward his Kutte, she asked, “Who are you prospecting for?”

Half-Sack glanced down at the patch and chuckled as he said, “Oh, uh, Sons Of Anarchy. They’re the local MC. They actually run Teller-Morrow. Real good mechanics, those guys.”

Kacey sighed as she leaned a little closer to her sister, saying quietly in her ear, “You didn't fucking remember they ran out of Charming?!”

Harper gave her a look and retorted, “I didn't look up local MC’s while I was house hunting. There’s no site for that!”

Half-Sack couldn’t quite make out what was said, but the looks on their unsure faces said enough. “Hey, look, I, uh, I just wanted to help. I mean, it’s hot out here and everything…”

Kacey gave Harper a look, one telling her that when will they get someone else passing by to stop and help, to which Harper nodded and gave the gun back, Kacey hurrying around the car to stash it back in the glove box. Harper turned to Half-Sack and gave him a sweet smile.

“Sorry,” She said. “We’ve...Had a few run-ins with some MC’s so...You know. Just a little wary.”

“It’s all good,” Half-Sack said with a chuckle. “Uh, lemme just stash my bike and we can get going.”

~

Jax and Opie stood just outside the shop, enjoying a much needed smoke break when they watched an old beat up Ford pickup truck being rolled into the Teller-Morrow lot. Both men exchanging a brief, confused, glance when they realized it was Half-Sack sitting in the driver's seat steering. The unspoken question of who was pushing it soon answered as two dark-haired women bailed out from behind the truck at the first sight of shade.

“I swear. To fucking God, Harper! I’m gonna light that piece of shit on fire one day!” The lighter haired out of the two women swore as she all but collapsed onto the ground; the coolness of the concrete a welcome feeling.

“Would you stop fuckin’ whining already? We got it here, Jesus Christ.” The darker haired woman, Harper, replied as she sat down a few feet away, shoving her sunglasses into her hair.

“Six fucking miles, Harper! Six!” The other woman yelled back. “And I did most of the pushing no thanks to you!”  

“The hell is goin’ on?” Jax asked Half-Sack as he hopped out of the truck.

“Yeah, and why the fuck weren’t you the one pushing?” Opie chimed in as he stamped out the last of his cigarette with the toe of his boot. Turning just in time to catch the lighter haired woman take off her boot and chuck it at the other woman -- catching her in the back of the head --who had turned her back in an attempt to ignore her.

Half-Sack was about to start explaining, ‘I tried’, being the only thing he was able to get out as the darker haired woman yelled, catching everyone's attention. “Jesus, Kacey-- what the actual fuck?!”

“That’s for making me push most of the way, you bitch!” Kacey shouted. Harper rolled her eyes and chucked the boot back at her. Half-Sack turned to the guys and pointed at them, saying, “That’s why.”

Jax and Opie chuckled and went over to them, after calling over a few more of the mechanics to steer the truck to the shop. Jax helped Harper up as Opie offered a hand to Kacey as she shoved her boot back on.

“Thanks,” Kacey said, giving Opie a sweet smile and checking him out as she glanced at Harper.

“No problem. You guys got engine trouble?” Opie asked. Kacey snorted and looked at Harper.

“Yes, because someone’s dumbass didn't get the car checked out before we left Oakland,” Kacey said, smiling a little too sweetly at her. Harper kept her calm smile and looked at Kacey.

“Yes. Well, if someone hadn’t gunned it down the fuckin’ highway and blew my fucking gasket, then we wouldn’t be here either.” She said, making Kacey lose her smart ass smile and grumble at her.

“Bitch, if you didn’t drive like our fuckin’ Grandmother, I wouldn’t’ve had to drive!”

“Seriously? What are we, five?!” Harper shot back with an eye roll as her sister stuck her tongue out, earning a chuckle from the guys who were watching with amused grins at the scene that was playing out before them.

“If you would’ve just let me pay for a fuckin’ trailer, we’d have our bikes.” Kacey grit out through clenched teeth. The thought of what could potentially be happening to her bike right this second, pissing her off even worse.

“You mean with the money you lost in that round of poker?” Harper scoffed.

“I was gonna win it back!” Kacey shouted.

“By getting your ass kicked in a fight ring?”

“I don’t fuckin’ lose, if you want me to prove it-” Kacey growled as she took a step towards her sister.

Jax took a step in between the two girls with a smile as he tried to defuse the situation as calmly as possible. “Ok, ladies.” He chuckled lightly. “How about we find you some air conditioning and get your paperwork started?”

“Air conditioning sounds fuckin’ amazing…” Kacey muttered, ignoring the looks she was getting from her sister as she stuck a cigarette between her lips and started fishing for a lighter. Opie offering her a light when she couldn’t find hers.

“Sounds like it’s settled then.” Jax rubbed his hands together with a grin before gesturing back towards the garage and what looked to be an office. “I’m Jax by the way. This is Opie.”

Harper smiled at him as they broke off from Opie and Kacey, heading to the office. “Harper. That’s my sister, Kacey.” She said, taking the hand he offered and shaking it. As Jax and Harper headed up to the office, Opie gestured to the clubhouse and led Kacey inside.

“What brought you to Charming?” Jax asked as he led her inside and offered her a seat, beginning to root around the filing cabinet. Harper took off her sunglasses, folding them up and holding them in her lap as she said, “Just wanted a fresh start. New town, new faces.”

Jax glanced back at her, looking her over. He chuckled and said, “Running from your past?”

Harper gave him a look but smirked nonetheless. “Maybe…” She said. “What makes you say that?”

Jax smirked as he stuffed a bunch of papers under the metal clip of the clipboard and sat down in the chair behind the desk. “Well, the only people in Charming are the people who grew up here. We don’t get too many outsiders looking to move in.” He said, handing over the clipboard and a pen. Harper sighed, with a smirk, and took the clipboard, sitting back and crossing her legs.

“Shit. Are we that obvious?” She teased, ducking down her head to fill out the paperwork. Jax chuckled and checked her out as her pen scritch-scratched away.

“Your sister mentioned bikes?” Jax asked, with a slight turn of his head. Harper glanced up at her from behind her eyelashes and smirked.

“Uh, yeah.” She said, sitting back and tossing her hair over her shoulder. “She did.”

Jax’s smirk grew and he added, “Do you guys ride? Or are we talkin’ bicycles here?”

Harper chuckled and nodded, going back to the clipboard. “Yes. We ride.” She said with a teasing chuckle. Jax chuckled and asked, “What do you girls got?”

“We’ve both got Dyna’s. I ride a Street Bob and Kacey’s got a Super Glide.” Harper said. Jax gave a low whistle, impressed, making Harper glance up at him to give him another smirk before going back to the paperwork.

“Wow. Here I thought you were gonna come back with a dirt bike or some super-sporty model.” Jax teased. She smirked and shook her head.

“Nope. We both kind of got into cruisers from our exes.” Harper said, offhandedly. Jax smirked and sat back as he said, “Ah...That’s why.”

Harper cursed herself in her head as she looked up at him.

“Running from old boyfriends?” He teased. Harper half glanced at him before clearing her throat and shifting in her seat, not giving him an answer. Jax saw her become visibly uncomfortable and shifted as well as he said, “Hey, I-I’m sorry. I didn't mean to pry, darlin’.”

Harper shook her head as she signed the last page and looked up at him with a sweet smile. “It’s fine. We just...Don’t particularly like to think about them is all.”

Before Jax could say anything else, an older woman with black hair and blonde streaks walked in. “Hi, baby.” She said with a sigh, carrying in a small box and setting it on the desk. Jax nodded at her and smiled.

“Hey, Mom. What’s all this?” Jax asked, standing up to inspect the package. She sighed, gesturing at it, and putting a hand on her hip as she said, “Not sure. Somethin’ Clay ordered probably. Got delivered to the house from a Harley-Davidson store.”

As Harper stood and handed Jax the clipboard, the woman turned to her and smiled. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.” She said. Jax picked up the box and took the clipboard from Harper as he said, “It’s all good. Harper, this is my mom, Gemma. Mom, this is Harper. She’s new in town and had engine trouble on the highway. Half-Sack drove them in.”

“Ah. The One-Nut Wonder to the rescue? He’s pushing for early patching, isn’t he?” She said as Jax passed, kissing her cheek before he went to the side door that connected the office to the garage, offering Harper a soft ‘I’ll be right back’. Gemma set down her purse and took Jax’s empty seat as she fired up the old computer in front of her, slipping on a pair of glasses. “So, you’re new in town? Where are you heading from?”

“Um, Oakland,” Harper said, earning a surprised glance from Gemma.

“What made you pick Charming?” She asked. Harper sat back down, but not before casting a glance back out to Jax who was talking with the mechanics that worked on her car.

“Uh, well, I said we should get out of state, but my sister wanted to stay close to home.” She said. With a quick raise of her eyebrows, Gemma said, “Oh, you’re moving in with your sister? That’s good. Gotta keep family close.”

She smiled at Harper, who gave her a small smile back. Gemma glanced out to the truck that still held all their moving boxes strapped down to the bed. Taking off her glasses and gesturing with them she said, “Where are you moving into? I’m sure we can wrangle a few of the guys to go out there with the van.”

“Oh. No. Thanks, that’s sweet, but we couldn’t impose like that.” Harper said, with a soft chuckle. Gemma smiled and said, “It’s no trouble, sweetheart. If you’re moving in, we take care of our own in Charming.”

Harper blinked, surprised, and gave a small smile. “Well...Thank you, uh, Gemma, right?” She said. Gemma smiled and nodded as Jax walked back in.

“Alright, it looks like it’s just the gasket and you guys seemed to have picked up a nail on the way in. Front right tire is flat.” Jax said. Harper smirked and gave a soft chuckle. Jax smirked and said, “What’s so funny?”

Harper stood and shoved her sunglasses back into her hair and said, “Nothing. Just that now there’s a reason why I can rub it in Kacey’s face that I was pushing the whole way. It got a lot harder once we rolled into town. Now, we know why.”

Jax snickered as Harper went to the door, glancing around the lot at all the bikes and cars. Jax handed the clipboard to Gemma and asked, “Hey, Mom, can you put them into the system?”

“Sure, baby,” Gemma said with a smile, taking the clipboard from him. “Oh, and give those girls a drink, will you? They pushed the whole way here? No help from Half-Sack? Smack him for me.”

Harper looked at Gemma and giggled as Jax nodded with a smirk. “Sure thing, Mom. Already planned on it.” Jax said, kissing her cheek again before going to Harper and gesturing to the clubhouse, mentioning a nice cold beer that made Harper quicken her pace.

~

Kacey was more than willing to wait at the clubhouse until the car was fixed, Jax and Harper having walked into the clubhouse to find Kacey sitting on Opie’s lap, sipping a beer.

“Well, don’t we look cozy?” Harper teased as she leaned against the bar, Jax slipping onto a bar stool beside her, smirking and snickering at his best friend. Kacey flipped her off as she smirked and took another sip of her beer. She climbed off Opie’s lap and made her way over to the bar, Harper swiping the bottle from her hand.

“Rude,” Kacey said, bumping Harper’s hip with a smirk. “Hey, Half-Sack, can we get two more?”

“Yeah. Sure thing.” He said with a smile, ducking down to feel around in the cooler. Kacey slipped onto the barstool on Harper’s other side and turned to her as she said, “So what’s the damage?”

“Well, you’ll be delighted to know,” Harper said, turning to her with a smirk. “We picked up a nail. Flat tire. That’s why it was harder to push.”

Kacey made a face at her and mimicked her softly as Half-Sack came over to them, opening the bottles and handing one to Jax, then one to Harper once Kacey swiped her bottle back. Jax took a sip of his beer before he said, “You girls shoulda just let Sack push. He’s strong...Enough.”

Opie chuckled as Jax swiped at Half-Sack, catching the back of his head. Half-Sack rubbed his head and gave a small smile. “Hey, man. I told them I could push. I offered to even hook up my bike and try to ride back! They didn't let me.” Half-Sack said. Harper giggled and pointed her bottle at him as it left her lips.

“We didn't let you because we just needed someone to steer. If our cousin had been with us, he’d be steering too.” She said. Kacey chuckled and shook her head as Opie leaned on the bar next to her with a smirk.

“Next time, just be a man and tell them you’re pushing. Don’t bitch out.” Opie said. The group laughed at Half-Sack’s expense, who half-heartedly laughed along with them before going back to sweeping up behind the bar. Jax shifted in his seat and turned to the sisters.

“So, Harper tells me you two ride,” Jax said, taking another drink. Kacey shot a glare at her sister and said, “We used to ride. But we are, as of now, sans bikes…”

Harper gave a small sigh and said, “Listen, bitch...If you didn't gamble every dollar you got, we’d have the bikes and we wouldn’t have my truck in the shop.” Turning to look at her sister as she spoke, pausing for effect, she added, “Do not. Start with me.”

Opie snickered and shook his head, glancing at Jax, who was equally amused.

“And like I said earlier, if you would have just trusted me, I’d have won it all back; plus interest!” Kacey shot back. “I mean come on, Harper, you don’t miss; I don’t lose?” She nudged her with a shoulder. Harper simply rolled her eyes.

“Or you know...if I could’ve grabbed all my tools, I would’ve just fixed that damn truck myself,” Kacey added.

“And who’s fault was that?” Harper replied, shaking her head as Kacey’s hand shot up. Earning a chuckle from the guys.

“And you can bet your ass I’d do it again in a fuckin’ heartbeat,” Kacey added, mumbling the last part more or less to herself. “Bitch fuckin’ deserved it.”

“So, you’re a mechanic then?” Opie asked, opting to change the direction of the conversation in an attempt to ease the tension building again between the two sisters.

“No, not technically.” Kacey chuckled with a soft grin as she pushed a hand through her light brown locks, turning to him. “But I know enough to usually get us by...most of the time.”

“Well, maybe I could show you around the garage sometime. Teach you some stuff?” Opie stated, earning sly grin out of Kacey as she finished off her beer. Opie motioning for Half-Sack to grab another as she set the bottle at the edge of the bar.

“I’d like that.” Kacey gave a genuine smile that time around; Opie was about to offer to show her around now, if they had the time, when Gemma came strolling in through the main entrance. Both woman turning to look at her, hoping for good news of the truck. Only that wasn’t the case.

“You girls want the good news or the bad news?” Gemma addressed Harper as she leaned a hand against the bar; propping the other on her hip. Both Harper and Kacey gave a collective groan as they braced themselves.

“Well, the tire was an easy fix,” Gemma stated. “We have all the necessary parts to fix the blown head gasket…but, you’re radiator is shot. I had to order a new one and it won’t be here till Thursday. Early next week at the latest.”

“Jesus…” Kacey sighed. “Please tell me that wasn’t the good news?”

“No.” Gemma chuckled softly. “Good news, for you girls, is I saw on the paperwork that your address is only a couple doors down from my place.” The girls exchanged a glance before turning back to Gemma, who had turned her attention to her son and Opie. “And you two have the pleasure of giving the other guys a hand loading up their stuff into the van and taking it over.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary. I mean, I feel like we’ve probably already imposed enough--” Kacey tried to politely decline, stopping when Gemma held up a hand to silence her.

“Nonsense, Sweetheart. Like I told your sister here; you’re movin’ to town, and we take of our own.”

Kacey nodded and gave her a smile before reaching out a hand to introduce herself. “Kacey. And thank you. We really appreciate the hospitality...it’s a pleasant change.” She chuckled.

“Gemma; and anytime. You girls seem like decent people.”

“That could be left open for debate.” Kacey chuckled as she climbed off her barstool and stretched a little before grabbing her beer. Turning her attention to her sister. “Meet you outside?”

“Yeah, Taz. Be there in a sec.” Harper said. “I wanna be able to enjoy my drink?”

Kacey stuck out her tongue at her sister and giggled as Opie escorted her out as they followed Gemma. Harper gave her sister a small smile, it growing a little more when her gaze fell to Jax for a brief minute before she stared down at the bottle in her hand, picking at the label. Jax smirked and called out, “Sack. Go help Kacey and my mom. Don’t make her do it.”

“Right. Yeah.” Half-Sack said, dropping his broom and running out after the trio. Harper sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, slightly, and her smile grew to a smirk. She took a drink then turned to Jax. Jax chuckled and gave her a small smirk.

“So, I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of you ladies soon.” He teased. Harper chuckled and crossed her legs as she turned in her chair.

“Yup. Looks like it.” She said. Jax’s smirk grew and he chuckled.

“Well. I meant that you’re living next to my mom.” Jax said. Harper nodded and teased, “Right. Forgot about that.”

Jax chuckled as he slid off his barstool and offered her a hand. Harper chuckled and polished off her beer before taking his hand and slipping down. Jax led her out to the lot where they saw Opie directing the van back to the garage, while Kacey chatted up Tig and Juice.

“Hey. Jackie Boy.” Chibs called, as he approached them. “Yeh’re mum’s demandin’ yeh’r assistance. Won’ get off our balls till we get yeh out here.”

Chibs chuckled and slung an arm around Jax’s neck as he accompanied them to the garage.

“Mom. You’re making all of these guys come with us?” Jax asked with a chuckle as Juice opened the van doors and Half-Sack and Tig started transferring the boxes. Gemma turned to him and smiled.

“No. ‘Course not. But these girls have been through a lot today. They can take a break. We’ve got big, strong men just crawling around this place.” Gemma said with a chuckle. Kacey stood at her side and snickered.

“Yes. Yes, you do…” She said, giving Juice a once over as he leaned into the van to hand a box to Half-Sack. She turned down the corners of her lips, before turning back to them. Jax and Gemma chuckled while Harper rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but smirk at her sister.

“Hey, listen, Gemma. We really appreciate all this help. If there’s anything we can ever do? Dinner, lunch...Super Bowl?” Harper offered with a chuckle. Gemma chuckled as well and gave Harper a hug.

“Don’t sweat it, doll. You’ll get used to Charming hospitality.” She said. Harper smiled and stepped closer to her sister to begin whispering about the guys as they packed up the van.

~

Chapter 2

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Bert McGuire sat in his hotel room with pictures and Intel of all the SONS. He was going to need to be well informed if he was going to get his Sophia back. Picking up the information on Harry "Opie" Winston, he is going to tear this man's world apart.

He had raised Sophia since she was seven, she had made his life a living hell. She had too many secrets about him. Ones he couldn't afford for her to tell."

XXX

"Opie, you don't know how powerful McGuire can be....." I let out a sign. "It would be better with all of you, if I just left." I didn't hear my dad and Jax approaching.

"Just like that you're leaving?" My dad's angry voice made me turn around. "You fought to get here, to convince me who you are, and now you're just giving up?"

"Dad...he will bring you down and the whole club!" My body started shaking with fear

"You're not leaving, I let that bastard take you ten years ago. I didn't get a chance to fight for you. This time I'm fighting for you (Y/N)!" Tig's eyes filled with tears.

"Dad..." I let out a slow breath. "If things get too much for you, the club..I'm going to disappear."

I felt Opie's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close. His lips coming close to my ear.

"I already told you, I'm keeping you safe from him."

XXX

Tig's anger is surging out of control, he saw the fear (Y/N);s eyes. It angered him more, that she thought she was just going to up and leave again. He wasn't going to allow that, he needed time with her.

He feels terrible at the way he reacted when she arrived here, now that she's here, he's going to protect here.

Tig knows he has to be in control, he can't go off have cocked, and loose control. It has to be planned. His actions can't bring attention to the club.

XXX

Opie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), pulling her close to him. Kissing the top of her head, he knew his heart was lost to her. Pulling back he looked down at (Y/N).

"We're going to stay at the clubhouse a few days." He watched her nod her head. He wanted to kiss her again, but knew he didn't have a reason to.

He was expecting her to reach up, and the soft kiss she placed on his lips. "Thank you Opie." She walked away, entering the clubhouse.

A smile appearing on his face, he didn't see Jax approaching him.

"Be careful brother....." Jax said as he walked past Opie.

Opie let out a long sigh, knowing it was too late, he was far too gone to be careful now.

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American Horror Story; tate langdon, ben harmon, kit walker, kyle, dandy mott, jimmy darling, james patrick march, michael langdon, xavier plympton and night stalker.

Arrowverse; oliver queen, john diggle, slade wilson/deathstsroke, barry allen, cisco ramon, ray palmer, mick rory.

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Boondock Saints movie; Connor Macmanus Murphy Macmanus & Rocco.

Breakfast Club movie; John Bender.

Castle Rock tv series; Dennis Zalewski, The Kid.

Criminal Minds; Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Hotch, Tobias Hankel & Adam/Amanda.

Crybaby Movie; wade walker.

CSI tv series; Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom, Tim Speedle, Ryan Wolfe, Eric Delko, Danny Messer, Don Flack, Mack Taylor.

Dazed & Confused movie; Randal Pink Floyd, Mike Newhouse, Ron Slater, Fred O’Bannion and Kevin Pickford.

DC Cinematic; Digger Harkness.

Detroit Rock City movie; Tripp, Lex, Hawk and Jam.

Fast & The Furious series; Dom Toretto, Han.

Four Brothers movie; Angel, Jack or Bobby Mercer

Friday Night Lights tv series; Tim Riggins, ,Matt Saracen, Landry Clarke, Bobby Riggins, Vince.

General Hospital tv series; Sonny Corinthos, Jason Morgan, Johnny Zacarra, Dante Falconeri, several other of the guys on here…

Ghostbusters 80′s version movie; Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler , Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore.

Gotham tv series; Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, Joker, Riddler.

Harry Potter movies; Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom.

Horror movies various; Billy Loomis/Scream, Charlie Walker/Scre4m, Wade/ House of Wax, Tom Hanninger/My Bloody Valentine + others. Trust me, there are... So many others. I just didn’t have the brain power to think of them all at the moment.

Law & Order tv series; Barba, Carisi, Stabler.

Lucifer tv series; Lucifer Morningstar.

Luke Cage; Luke Cage, Shades Alvarez.

Marvel Cinematic; Bruce Banner/hulk, Captain america/steve rogers, bucky barnes/winter soldier, eric killmonger, hawkeye/clintbarton, thor, loki, pietro maximoff, venom/eddie brock, starlord/peter quill, ironman/tony stark, wolverine.. I’m a marvel ho.

Mayans MC tv series; Angel Reyes and Ez Reyes.

NCIS tv series; Anthony Dinozzo, Timothy McGee, Marty Deeks, Greg Callen.

On My Block tv series; Spooky Diaz.

Punisher tv series; Billy Russo, Frank Castle.

Riverdale tv series; Jughead Jones, FP Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweetpea, Archie Andrews.

Shameless tv series; Lip Gallagher.

Sons of Anarchy tv series; Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston.

Stranger Things tv series; Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Jim Hopper.

Star Wars movie series; Han Solo, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Poe Dameron, Finn.

Supernatural tv series; Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Benny Lafitte, Kevin Tran.

Teen Wolf tv series; Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Derek Hale.

The Crow movie series; Eric Draven and Jimmy Quervo/Wicked Prayer.

The Lost Boys movie series; Edgar Frog, Allen Frog, David, Michael Emmerson, Sam Emmerson.

The Outsiders book/movie; Two Bit Matthews, Dally Winston, Darry Curtis, Soda Pop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle.

The Walking Dead tv series; Daryl Dixon, Shane walsh, Rick Grimes, Negan, Glenn Rhee.

The Vampire Diaries tv series; Klaus Mikaelson, Kai Parker, Kol Mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert, Damon Salvatore.

Twelve Rounds 3 movie; Detective John Shaw.

Twilight movies/books; Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Embry Call.

I’m gonna be honest here. I post on my own time, at my own pace. Some days I post constantly, sometimes it’s days or even weeks, and occasionally, a month before I post anything. So.. Now ya know.

If I’m not on and posting, odds are I’m busy, taking a break or whatever. But I’ll come back! I always do. 

Basically, what I’m saying here is I have no set posting schedule. At all. I post what I want when I’m in the mood to do so. Just something to keep in mind when you’re asking for headcanons / nsfw alphabet letters with characters.

[la-fille-en-aiguilles]

Half As Good As You (1 / 2)

Jax Teller x Female Reader

A/N: I know i’m late to the party, but I am finally catching up with Sons of Anarchy, also known as one of the greatest shows ever made. I absolutely adore it, for so many reasons (Charlie Hunnam obviously being one of them). Jax Teller is such a promising character, with such an enormous literary potential, I couldn’t resist. 

This two-part story is loosely based on Tom Odell’s song “Half As Good As You”. 

Please enjoy, feedback is appreciated if you feel like leaving something. 

Warnings: a lil’ bit of angst and heartache. 

What a spectacular day for murder, you thought, grabbing your Balenciaga bag from the passenger seat right next to you, your cold take-out coffee’s smell still hanging in the confines of your car.

Charming welcomed you back with cloudless, infinite azure and blinding yellow sun, an airplane chalking a line on the canvas of the sky above your head.

Swinging that bag over your shoulder, you let your gaze wander back to the house in front of you; the empty driveway, those colorless roses and the unwelcoming cold blue paint that you never thought you’d see again.

Your sister might have lived in that house now, but the vibe of it hadn’t changed much - it still stank of bleach, burned leather and filthy secrets. 

And to think you were to spend a weekend in these walls, where every little detail, everything - reminded you of him.

It felt like it had been ages; all your memories were just some stories someone had told you at some point, with no beginning and no end, pages ripped from old dusty journals for which no one had a care in the world anymore.

You lied, of course, when you told your sister if you’d come down it’d strictly be out of the goodness of the heart. Over the phone, you insisted on not wanting to leave the house before the wedding - that fucking house you hated the most in the entire world, that gas chamber in which you knew you’d have trouble to breathe - because you’d only come to watch her kids, while she gets drunk & partially naked before she ties the knot.

The sound of a roaring engine a few blocks away interrupted your train of thought as shivers ran down your spine, your fingers gripping steering wheel so hard your skin turned white.

Coming to Charming was a mistake.

Leaving the city in the first place was a choice, with which you’d learned to live.

Or so you thought.

Dawns were always the worst.

The subtle shift of light at around five in the morning gave the shit in his room back its color: the deep navy of his crumpled sheets, striking whites, yellows and greens of his underwear, scattered around, and the soft amber of the dresser, with framed pictures on top.

Jax would look at these colors perfect themselves, come out in all of their intensive glory, yet this would never amount to anything - no change in his black-and-white routine.

The rising sun later chose the best angle for its mindful rays, whitening out the faces on those photos. Most of the time, if Jax would let his eyes slip over the paper’s polished surface - accidentally, he kept telling himself - all he saw was perfect squares of bright light, the sun doing the job his brain couldn’t - saving him all the heartache.

The morning would paint his misery a new, less lethargic color as he’d drink his coffee at the bar, surrounded by his brothers, all laughing and talking in hoarse, morning voices. That would shake him up a little, the claws of last night’s dreams letting go some. Those dreams died eventually, but the nightmare of reality went on, and sometimes it was difficult for Jax to tell one from the other.

He didn’t know it yet, but today was going to push his coping mechanisms to a whole new level.

Sitting at the bar, his long fingers wrapped around a big cup of coffee, Jax kept digging holes in the middle of a microwaved cherry pie with a table spoon. He wasn’t hungry, but he knew he had to get some food into him - the day promised to be busy and chaotic, he’d get lucky if he got a chance to eat before dinner.

“Aye, Jackie-boy, any news from Ope?” Jax slowly registered Chibs’ words as the Scot called for his attention, carefully sipping on his steamy tea.

It took a moment for Telford’s words to settle in; retrieving his phone from the side pocket of his sweats, Jax powered the display.

“Yeah, he’s...”

Words stuck in his throat, a lump he tried to push down, swallowing hard. He dropped the phone flat on the bar table, the sound deafening. Inhaling deeply, Jax brought one of his hands up to rub his eyes, his elbow knocking over the cup of lukewarm coffee.

The drops of brownish liquid landed on your face, smiling at him from his phone, with Opie’s kids on either side.

Y/N’s in town. I’m sorry, man, we didn’t think she’d actually show. I’m on my way.

‘He’s on his way.’

Wiping his phone with the white t-shirt he still wore from last night, Jax scrolled down to see if Opie sent more of that stunningly pretty, makeup-free face of yours.

Winston didn’t.

It didn’t really matter, because one look at you had already sent his imagination reeling, his heart twisting in regret while beating ten hundred miles a minute.

You were back in Charming. The idea seemed outrageous, his thoughts even more so.

Maybe, it was a sign. Maybe, this was his past coming around to give him another shot to do this different. Better.

Maybe you two could work the shit out in the end of the day, maybe... maybe you came back for him.

“Hey Prospect, clean this shit up, will you?”

Grabbing his phone from the table, Jax motioned towards the black puddle on the floor once he got Half-Sack’s attention.

Running his fingers through the dirty-blond mane of hair, Teller headed to his room to take a shower, wash those bullshit thoughts away.

That’s all they were. Bullshit.

Your arrival lit a match in his mind, anger consuming him quicker than fire licking at dry paper.

And to what end?

The anger would come and go, leaving not even a fucking hint of solace behind.

So would you.

You never got around to babysitting that evening.

Dua Lipa’s voice blaring from the speakers, you could feel your chest rumble to the rhythm. The place was swarming with people; the bar welcomed a big crowd tonight, and under flickering lights you zeroed in on a face now and again, pacing your evening by the number of people you managed to make out from the human drunken mass.

Donna was having the time of her life as she swayed her hips to the beat. Her cheeks a lovely shade of pink, she laughed at something your friend Chloe said, wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, silent witnesses of her happiness.

Fumbling with your Margarita, you watched your sister closely, trying to convince yourself it was okay. It was Harry she was marrying for God’s sake. That teddy bear of a man that’d kill for her if needed.

And that was exactly what didn’t sit quite well with you.

You threw your head back, finishing your drink in one single gulp. Slamming the glass against the bar, you motioned for the bartender to approach. The young man with a messy man bun flashed you a smile, silently asking what your next choice would be.

“Whiskey on the rocks,” you yelled over the music, leaning over the bar so he could hear you better. Smiling still, the guy nodded, getting to it right away.

You plopped back on your seat, scanning the crowd with your eyes, again, trying to pass the time.

The scene hadn’t changed much since the last time you checked - most of the faces remained the same, the only difference being the cloudiness in people’s stares and sloppiness of their movements.

Yet your eyes narrowed as soon as you caught a young, handsome man staring at you, averting his gaze as soon as you spotted him. You were pretty sure you had never met him, yet something about him felt familiar... and suspicious.

Paying for your whiskey, you slipped off the bar stool, and slowly made your way to Donna.

“I’m going to get some air,’ you screamed into her ear, the beat of the basses making your knees tremble. Donna looked at you for a moment, as if trying to figure out your motives. Then she quickly nodded, lightly squeezing your wrist before letting go.

Gripping your whiskey glass tightly in order not to spill its contents, you made your way through the shifting crowd and into the hallway, slowly but surely.

Just as you walked out from the bar area, you noticed that young man you caught staring before turning around on his heels, following you.

It was a fleeting moment kind of realization, as you noticed Prospect written in bold letters on the back of the kutte the guy was wearing. Immediately you squirmed, pushing your way out of the bar with your elbows, slamming your glass on one of the unoccupied tables as you advanced.

“Shit,” you cursed, your eyes dashing around in search for a place to hide as soon as you reached the hallway.

You were being fucking followed. From the very fucking beginning. And by whom? By the Sons of Fucking Anarchy.

That would definitely up the number of candidates on your list for a well-deserved one night stand.

Thank God they didn’t think of sending someone bigger and meaner-looking, like Tig. Then your chances of getting laid tonight would have been non-existent, with the blue-eyed biker following you around like a shadow... shadow of death.

You froze at the thought, your mind painting the reaper tattoo before your eyes, angry black traits marking Jax’ ripped back.

The Prospect didn’t stay inside with Donna. It’s you he’d been told to follow around.

Clutching both of your fists in a sudden wave of anger that hit you like a speeding train, you muttered obscenities, your chest heaving.

Trying to swim against the current was useless at this point - you couldn’t change the way things were in this town years ago, why jump headfirst into that fight all over again? - yet two could play this game, you thought, Jax fucking Teller.

“Hey there, beautiful,” you were so lost in your thoughts, your eyes drilling a hole in the marble floor, you hadn’t noticed a pair of bright classy purple shoes walk out of the men’s restroom. Your eyes instantly flicked up to face a handsome stranger with deep grey eyes and a three-day black stubble on his razor-sharp cheekbones. The stranger smiled at you warmly, slipping both of his hands in the pockets of his expensive-looking jeans.

Bingo, you thought, mix of liquid courage and adrenaline spilling into your veins.

“Hi,” giving him a half-smile, you threw a quick glance over your shoulder.

Damn Prospect was watching you through the small dirty window in the door.

Grabbing the stranger by the lapels of his leather jacket, you pulled him in, your lips smashing against his.

You couldn’t even register one thing at a time, whirlwind of sensations and puzzle-like thoughts flooding your mind. He smelled of leather, cigarette smoke and musk, a sinful mix so familiar your stomach ached in an overwhelming need to stain yourself with it; steal it, carry it. The only thing stopping you was the absence of an important undernote, something sugary and spicy like oud or patchouli...

You figured it out in a matter of seconds, and even though the detail was bound to ruin everything, you still tried. Tried to fool yourself.

Even though his lips were a little too full for your liking. A little too soft. A little too innocent. A little too different from what you loved.

With your eyes closed, you bit his bottom lip, focusing on the way his rough cheeks felt against the palms of your hands as you cupped his face.

He didn’t bite back. He didn’t grab your hips with his hands, pulling you in closer. He didn’t moan into your mouth.

You didn’t click and that was that.

You still tried.

Holding on to that familiarity of rough beard under your fingertips, his scent completely engulfing you, you thought whether he hollowed his cheeks when he inhaled the smoke. He wasn’t a manual worker - you could tell from the softness of his touch as he positioned one of his hands on the nape of your neck. Exactly, positioned - that was the word. To describe a nearly mechanic movement of those soft little fingers.

Probably ain’t that good with his hands, darlin’ - Jax’ shit-eating grin appeared before your eyes for a millisecond, exactly the time it took for you to try and get a hold of yourself again.

You tried.

Your eyes fluttered open as the stranger rolled his tongue over your bottom lip - a little provocation that made you lose your mind back in the day. This time it felt like an ice-bucket full of water being dumped on the top of your head. It felt invasive, arrogant and wrong. It felt wrong, fault of his lips, his smell, his cheeks... Fault of him not being who you wanted him to be.

The stranger kissed you with his grey eyes open. And it shouldn’t have mattered at all - for all you knew, you’d have never seen him again - but it fucking did; the man you wanted always closed his eyes with your lips on his.

‘Hey, could you...’ you whispered, your lips still touching his. ‘Could you please close your eyes?...’

No answer followed. The stranger moved his head a little, confused look of those grey eyes settling on your face.

You ransacked your mind for something to say that could justify the shitty stunt you pulled; nothing came out. Luckily, the outside world came knocking soon enough.

‘Y/N!’ swinging the door to the bar open, Donna and her flushed and happy face came into view. ‘We’re doing shots, you with us?’

‘Yeah!’ you answered a little too quickly, relief in your voice almost tangible. ‘I’m coming’.

You gave the stranger a sympathetic look before letting go of his jacket.

‘I’m sorry,’ you told him blankly, not sure what kind of emotion he’d expect from you, given the context. ‘It was nice meeting you, uh...’

‘Gabriel’, he filled in, his lips still raw from the kiss you shared.

‘Gabriel,’ you repeated, knowing you’d forget his name the moment you’d turn away. ‘See you around, I guess’.

Just as you left the man with purple shoes behind, following Donna, you noticed the Prospect by the bar. He caught your eyes and gave you an uneasy smile.

For a spy, the guy isn’t exactly hiding, you thought. Biting the inside of your cheeks, you decided to finish what you started for once and headed his way.

Nighttime had always been the time for his demons to come out to play. To bring out the worst in him.

Tonight, however, felt different.

The night was silent, save for the car engines revving miles away from Teller Morrow. Stars dotted the inky sky, their shine so bright they looked like holes in heaven’s floor.

Jax’s mind was clear – not a single stray thought corrupting the peacefulness of the moment. The roof may have trembled under his feet, good old tunes rocking the walls of the club, but he heard none of it, not a single note. Hollowing his cheeks, he took a deep drag of his cigarette ; the smoke eddied coolly down his throat, until he puffed it out slowly – milky white and circular.

This stillness was new to Jax, the feeling of time rolling by in its silent and endless way soothing him. He wallowed in it for a moment ; until the thuds of careful steps reached his ears.

Dumping the cigarette butt over the roof and straight down on the parking lot, Jax watched Opie’s impressive, broad frame block the harvest moon from the view, as he slowly climbed the stairs.

‘If this ain’t the man of the hour,’ Jax said, his lips bearing the semblance of a smile. ‘Tired of enjoying your last days of freedom yet?’

Opie chuckled quietly, making his way to his best friend. He shook his head slightly, taking a seat next to Jax, his eyes immediately drawn to the beauty that was the night sky.

‘I’ve belonged to Donna since forever, man,’ Opie shrugged, moonlight reflecting in his dark eyes. ‘This is just an excuse for boys to enjoy booze and pussy’.

Jax rolled his tongue over his bottom lip before biting on it, smiling knowingly.

‘Yeah,’ he let out, nodding slowly. Fumbling with his cigarettes, he offered one to Ope. Winston gladly accepted, lighting it up.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, listening to downtown Charming snore softly in its agitated sleep.

‘Saw you talking to Ima at the bar,’ Opie was first to break the silence, exhaling the smoke. ‘She still carries a torch for you?’

A crooked half-smile graced Jax’ face at the question; he slowly stood up, raising both of his hands and stretching, the hoodie he was wearing rolling up a tad, thus showing toned muscles.

‘Don’t even get me started on this one, man’, Jax shook his head, raising his eyebrows in desperate gesture. ‘She keeps pestering me about that old lady shit…’

Opie whistled, watching Jax lean over the roof barrier, and following him shortly.

‘Ima? An old lady?’ Opie repeated in disbelief, Jax watching him with a blooming smirk. ‘She’s really getting desperate ain’t she?’

Jax let out a booming laugh before staring down into the ground, his thoughts taking him elsewhere.

Comfotable silence settled over the roof again. It were as if the world had stopped, came to a much needed halt, yet both Jax and Opie knew the feeling wouldn’t last.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever get around to what you’re doing, Ope’, Teller suddenly confessed, unblinking, voicing the thoughts that’d been plaguing his mind for what seemed like ages. ‘How am I supposed to ask someone to just open themselves up to the neverending load of shit we’re dealing with on a regular basis? I deal arms, I sell porn, I hurt people. That’s all I’m good for. Who would ever want to be associated with this kind of psycho, huh? Maybe Ima is my end game.’

Jax smiled bitterly, stealing a quick glance at the Teller Morrow sign on his left, even unlit a painful reminder of who he was. Opie grabbed Jax’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

‘Bullshit,’ he protested, shoving Jax back a tad unintentionally. He looked Teller right into the eyes, holding that heavy stare of stormy blue orbs for a moment. ‘I know someone who did want that, Jax’, he finally said, letting go of his friend, sadness lacing his words. ‘You’re not asking for a goddamn moon’.

The Vice-President of SAMCRO sneered, biting on the inside of his cheek. Opie knew he took a plunge in dangerous waters with that statement, but he also knew he needed to put this shit Jax’d been going through ever since that fight of yours on the table.

‘Damn straight I am,’ Jax bit back roughly, not even trying not to rise to the bait. ‘That someone you know made sure I was aware of that,’ he spat, his voice dripping with anger.

‘You’re not being fair, man’ Opie stated sternly, taking a step back and shoving both hands into his jeans’ pockets, his eyes never quitting Jax’ face. ‘You both said things you didn’t mean that night. Besides,’ his voice softening up a bit, he continued. ‘Can you really blame her? After what we did to the A.T.F.?’

Jax scoffed, turning his head in Opie’s direction. The fire that anger lit in his eyes wasn’t quite gone yet, its sparks still lingering on the surface of Teller’s irises.

‘Donna didn’t seem to mind,’ he observed spitefully, turning around and leaning on the barrier, folding his hands across his chest, as if protecting his bleeding heart.

‘Donna doesn’t know!’ Opie retorted almost instantly. ‘That’s why I’m still marrying her on Tuesday!’ once the words were out of his mouth, he rubbed one of his hands against his beard, looking away, exasperated. ‘Y/N didn’t tell her shit’, he added quietly.

Gritting his teeth, Jax faced the barrier again, grabbing it with both of his hands. Rocking himself back and forth on his heels, he let out an irritated, rumbling sigh.

There was something in that sound of air pushing its way in between Jax’s lips that made Opie freeze; the fierceness of heartache behind it. Opie watched. He watched Jax’s face, as Teller bit the inside of his bottom lip, shaking his head, lowering his gaze – hiding those glossy baby blues of his.

Then he knew.

Jax’s anger was nothing but a shield for pain. Empty bravado. Signifying nothing.

Each word coming out of Teller’s mouth was an activated grenade; Jax was a soldier, cornered by his pain, scared, desperate and so damn lonely. Bitterness was his surviving mechanism. Little did he know that those verbal grenades he threw would eventually end up backfiring at him. And then that anger – that shield he carried – would clatter to the ground and the pain would hit him like a tsunami. Choking him. Drowning him.

‘I don’t care,’ Jax finally spoke, facing his best friend again. Strangled emotion seeped out of his words, only confirming what Ope had already knew.  ‘If I had to choose between Y/N and that A.T.F.’s wife again, I wouldn’t have done a damn thing differently. I will always choose Y/N.’

Protectiveness rang in Jax’s voice, like bullets falling on the ground. He eyed Opie almost threateningly, daring him to challenge his statement.

Opie nodded slowly, reassuringly. This simple gesture made Jax’s body relax a bit, as he rolled back his shoulders.

‘I know, man,’ Opie spoke calmly. ‘Y/N knows it, too, and she’s grateful, trust me. There was only one way to do it with her getting out alive,’ Winston frowned at the thought, watching the same kind of expression darken Jax’s features. ‘She now lives with the weight of two deaths on her shoulders, for God’s sake, cut her some slack.’

‘She didn’t pull that trigger on the A.T.F. when he came asking about his old lady, Ope,’ Jax rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands tiredly. He clearly did not want to have the same kind of conversation with Ope that he would have with himself in the darkness of the night. ‘I did’, he said, more to himself than to Winston, not even looking at his brother. ‘I killed him.’

Jax vocalized what he’d been telling himself ever since you left, forcing himself to believe that this – he – was the reason you two broke and could never be put together again.

‘Those two deaths are on me,’ he added, hoping his mind would be satisfied with the self-hatred audible in his confession. But it wasn’t. He knew the same thoughts would be back to haunt him in the night all over again.

‘This is on Mayans, Jax, all of it’, Opie tried to counter, watching Jax being submerged with the idea of who he thought he was. The idea that was, of course, complete and utter bullshit. ‘All you did was protecting your family. Protecting the club.’

‘Yeah, whatever’, Jax managed a small smile, almost free of bitterness. ‘It’s over, Ope. It’s done’.

Lowering his head, Jax searched for his cigarettes in his pockets, slapping his palms against the leather of his kutte. Finally finding what he’d been looking for, he took a Zippo lighter from Opie’s stretched hand and lit up the cancer stick.

Hollowing his cheeks, inhaling deeply, Jax raised his eyebrows at Ope, judging from his uneasy expression that he wanted to speak, but weren’t sure how to go about it.

‘You know it ain’t over, man’ Winston finally managed, his voice quiet and hoarse. ‘You still love her’.

The statement made Jax chuckle for some mysterious reason ; he threw his head back, slowly exhaling the smoke as it carressed his lips. Watching Ope with the same amused yet hard expression he learned to master, Jax spread his arms, as wide as they would go.

‘Yeah, well, I guess I’m shit out of luck then, ain’t I?’ a wicked smile grew on his mouth. ‘I’ll just have to find someone half as good as her, and that’s that. Consider myself lucky if I do.’

Opie huffed out a breath, looking away and down at the parking lot, shaking his head. Jax leaned against the roof barrier, taking another deep drag of his cigarette, dropping his gaze.

‘Or,’ Opie broke the silence all of the sudden. ‘You can just talk to her. Work this shit out’.

Jax gave his friend a sideways glance, a ghost of hope settling along the curves of his red lips.

‘She won’t see me, Ope,’ Jax’s words were contradicting his body language. He stood straighter, letting his chest open up as he leaned backfirst onto the barrier. ‘I’m dead to her’.

‘Guess she’s here to visit your grave then,’ Opie smirked, motioning towards the parking lot with a slight movement of his chin.

Jax’s immediate reaction was a deep, skin-creasing frown, his mind a surging perplexity. Opie could literally see the realization dawn on him, the walls he had spent all these years bulding high and deep crumbling at his feet. All it took was one look at you ; one look at that black car that brought you home.

Dread flashing in his blue eyes, excitement creeping up his spine, Jax didn’t even realize he’d been holding his breath for three minutes straight. His heart trying to escape the rattling cage that was his chest, Teller closed his eyes. Anticipation tingling through him like electric current, down to his Nike-cladded feet, he bit his bottom lip, regaining control over his body.

His blue sparkling eyes flashed in the darkness as Opie’s gentle, yet slightly mocking voice cut the tension like a knife :

‘If I were you,’ trying to keep the urge to smile at bay, Winston pursued his lips. ‘I’d hurry downstairs before Ima spots Y/N at the entrance…’

‘Shit !’ Jax hissed, already climbing down the stairs as fast as his feet would take him. In one adrenaline-fuelled jump he leapt towards the entrance door of the club, his brain on fast-forward and his heart skipping several beats at a time at the thought of seeing you…

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People That I Write For

Mayans MC

Angel Reyes  

Ez Reyes

Miguel Galindo

Coco Cruz

Riz Ariza

Marcus Alvarez

Sons Of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Chibs Telford

Opie Winston

Happy Lowman

Deadpool

Wade Wilson

Cable

Domino

Colossus

AHS

SEASON 1 

Billie Jean Howard

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

SEASON 2

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Mary Eunice McKee.

Jude Martin

SEASON 3 

Cordelia Foxx.

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer.

Misty Day.

Madison Montgomery

SEASON 4 

Bette and Dot Tattler.

Jimmy Darling.

Maggie Esmerelda.

Dandy Mott

SEASON 5

Sally McKenna

James Patrick March

Det. John Lowe

Donovan

Will Drake

The Countess

Ramona Royale

Tristan Duffly

SEASON 7

Michael Langdon

Wilhemina Venable,

Mallory.

Coco

John Henry Moore.

Marvel

Tony Stark/ Ironman

Steve Rogers/ Captain America

Thor

Loki

Bucky Barnes/ The Winter Soldier

Peter Parker/ Spider-man

Sam Wilson

X-Men

Logan

Donald Pierce

Mystique

Kingsman

Eggsy Unwin

Harry Hart

Merlin

Roxy

Gazelle

Poppy Adams.

Ginger Ale.

Tequila

Celebrities

Sebastian Stan

Henry Cavill

Chris Evans

Chris Hemsworth

Tom Holland

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Hardy

Jennifer Lawernce

Ariana Grande

Demi Lovato

G-Eazy

Hasley

Bebe Rexha

Harry Styles

Niall Horan

Liam Payne

Shawn Mendes

Camila Cabello

The Rock (Dwayne Johnson)

WWE

Triple H

Roman Reigns

Shawn Michaels

Seth Rollins

Dean Ambrose

Renee Young

Carmella

Becky Lynch

Charlotte Flair  

Nikki Bella

Paige

Dolph Ziggler

Finn Balor

Braun Strowman

Alexa Bliss

Sheamus

Drew McIntyre

DC

Clark Kent

Bruce Wayne 

Diana Prince 

WHAT I WRITE

Fluff 

Angst 

one shot

imagines

Ships 

Texts 

[greezyscumbag]

Out With the Ope, In With the New

“Oh oh! 34 and 35 with Opie pweeeease!!!”

#34 - “I made a mistake.”

#35 - “It’s been a while.” “Too long.”

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“Hello?” You answer your phone, the unknown number intriguing you as you sit in your apartment.

“(Y/N).” You immediately sit up, your heart pounding in your chest, a lump in your throat as you attempt to swallow it down. Never in a million years did you expect to hear his voice again. Especially not after how it ended.

“Jesus, Opie. It’s been a while.” You can’t hide your shock, a sigh escaping your parted lips as you try to compose yourself. Your mind runs wild, a thousand different reasons on why he could be calling; how did he even get this number? You’d changed your number about three times since you left Charming, wanting to distance yourself as much as possible from your past. Angels, that turned out to not be angels at all.

“Yeah, I know. Too long.” He sounds tired, defeated, and you’re so itching to know what’s caused it all, aching to soothe and calm him like you used to. But you remind yourself. Remind yourself why it ended. Why you left. How he broke your heart into a thousand, miniscule pieces.

Catching Opie in bed with a woman didn’t surprise you. You’d suspected he was cheating on your for a couple weeks, but you were just waiting for the right time to bring it up. You hadn’t been intimate in a months, the death of your relative and the stress of your work moulding you into a shell of what you used to be. You thought that when times got tough, Opie would be there for you, like you always were for him; he wasn’t.

Catching Opie in bed with a woman didn’t hurt you. What hurt you was who that woman was. What she represented. The woman who was supposed to be your best friend. The man you loved and the woman you trusted, together in your bed, being intimate with each other, like they had been for just over a month.

He’d tried to make excuses, they both had. He didn’t realise what he was losing until you began packing up your things, when it was already too late. The mistake was made, the bond was ruined, and you left Charming and the people in it behind.

That was almost eleven months ago, and although the past eight months had been anything but easy, they had been the most eye opening months of your life. You had a new career, a new place, a new story. You’d finally began to open up again, allow yourself to laugh and trust and be vulnerable. You’d started dating again - not that you’d found a suitable partner yet - but you were a completely different person to the girl who had her life ruined eleven months ago.

Her life was ruined by none other than the man who was now on the other end of her phone line, the man who was threatening to crush everything she’d built. Again.

“How are you?” He asks timidly, the question seeming almost pointless to you. Small talk wasn’t going to answer the burning question in your mind.

“I’m good, thanks. Listen, Opie, why are you calling? No offence but I’m not really interested-” You start to talk honestly, your invisible wounds resurfacing, reminding you not to forget what this man did to you.

“I made a mistake.”

His words linger on the phone, the sentence hanging between you like a bad smell. He doesn’t offer anymore, his breathing being the only follow up to his statement as you sit in shock, not sure how to respond.

You manage to reel yourself back in to reality, the shock slipping away and being replaced by rage. Hot, burning, scalding, scarlet rage. The sort of rage that bubbles in your stomach, the flames consuming the whole of your body in one go. Red is all you can see, your legs trembling and your blood flooding your ears as you try to find any sliver of tranquility, anything to keep you at bay; there is nothing.

“You made a mistake? You made a mistake?! You call me, after eleven months of me rebuilding everything that you fucking destroyed, may I remind you, to tell me that you made a mistake?”

“Are you fucking insane, Harry? Do you think I give a fuck that you realise that you’ve made a mistake? Cause let me let you in on a little secret, I don’t give a rats ass.” You stand, pacing in your living room, willing yourself not to smash up the teal coloured ornaments in your rented apartment.

The fact that he’s completely hush at your outburst just adds more bass to your roar, the nerve and the impudence of the man you used to adore, the man you used to tell everything to, astonishing you.

“I’m not the same naive little girl I was back in Charming, Opie, and if you expect me to listen to the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, to sit here and accept your apologises and your sentiments and tell you that it’s all forgiven, that I’ll be back by your side by tomorrow, then you’re even more fucking pathetic than I thought.”

Your chest is heaving by the time you finish, every fibre of your being is screaming to continue your rant, to continue unloading all that you’ve been holding in. But you refuse to continue anymore.

“I miss you, baby, and I know I fucked up. Just let me make it up to you.” You laugh at the desperation in his voice, the same thing that dripped from your voice when you begged him for a reason to why he chose to fuck you over so badly.

“You can never make it up to me. You lost, Opie, and you’ll never get to have me again.” The words are therapeutic, a weight feeling as if it’s been lifted off your shoulders. “And I’m not your baby.”

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A/N - I can’t seem to make these short even if I try😂 I let myself go with this one, and it pretty much wrote itself. Hope you guys liked :) xxxx

[the-ghost-and-the-writer]

A Hapless Hopeless Crush-Tig Trager X Female Reader

As the child of an ex Son, you would always be protected. No-one did it better than Tig though.

(Part 1 of 2?) (Part 2 here)

(Wait, what’s this? I write a thing that I didn’t plan??? When’s that ever happened?? I’m sorry, I got the inspiration and I couldn’t let it go. It’s pretty okay for something that took me 6 hours and no sleep. If people like it I’ll do a part two. If not, I’ll forget it ever happened)

Fandom: Sons Of Anarchy

Ship: (Pre) Female Reader/Tig Trager, Female Reader/OMC, Mentioned Tig Trager/Others

Characters: Tig Trager, Female Reader, OMC-Kit Minor Characters: Gemma Teller-Morrow, Opie Winston, Jax Teller, Bobby Munson, Clay Morrow, Piney Winston, Juice Ortiz, Chibs Telford, Otto Delaney, Half Sack Epps, Unnamed OCs

Word Count: 4040

Warnings: Swearing, Kind of angst(??)

The Sons had been everything to you, your whole life.

Since before you could remember, your father had been part of the club and you’d had it drilled into you that the club would always help and the club would keep you safe. It hadn’t done much for your dad, since a botched gun deal when you were a young teen had landed him in prison for the bad side of three years. That on its own wouldn’t have been a problem, they’d had better men stay inside for much longer, but it was the fact that he had crumpled when given the chance; he’d ratted on plans that the Sons had been working on for months just to be given a lighter sentence and a bit more freedom when he was still locked up. Otto had found out within days, warned Clay just an hour too late. Two other Sons ended up being locked away, only serving a few months each, and they’d beaten your dad to a pulp and got a few more months but the time didn’t matter to them. Obviously, that got your dad kicked from the club and warned to never show his face around Charming again unless he had a death wish. The second that Gemma had told you, you’d trembled with fear. After all, you weren’t in the position as a family unit to survive without the club and you knew you’d all feel lost without them. But Gemma had wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to her, promising that you’d never be abandoned by the club and that one coward wouldn’t stop the Sons always being family. Your mum would still be treated as an official Old Lady, you and your siblings would still be looked after as always, nothing would change but the loss of your dad. With the loyalty to the club already ingrained into you, you didn’t even care that he wasn’t there because of what he’d done.

You’d made it a habit to go to the garage at least once a week and see the guys, either when they were working or hanging out in the clubhouse, and chat with them about everything; school, or family, or even the dumb shit you’d hear your neighbours doing at 3am. After all, you were family and they treated you as such in any way they saw fit, which usually included intimidation to any undesirable that couldn’t take a hint. Of all of them, you’d say Jax and Ope were the most protective since you’d grown up with them as pretty much being brothers to you. They saw it as initiation into your life for friends or potential boyfriends, but you’d never really minded.

Didn’t mean you weren’t worried when you decided to introduce your new boyfriend to the club. Kit had passed the test with your family but you didn’t know if the club would be too much. He’d have to see them eventually, of course, since they’d sometimes pick you up and take you where you wanted to go or they’d come over to check on the family at random. You’d rather him meet them all at once than have random bikers come over to him when he was out and start interrogating him about you. “I’ll be fine, Y/N.” He chuckled when you started stressing out over entering the clubhouse, sat in the car just outside of the lot “I’ve dealt with intimidators before, they’re just looking out for you.” He reached over and held your hand softly “Ready to go in?” With a deep breath, keeping back the argument that they weren’t just intimidators but also bikers, you nodded and got out of the car. His arm snaked around your waist as you crossed the lot, and he gave you a reassuring kiss just before you opened the door and led him in.

Most of the guys were at the bar, with the exception of Clay and Tig having a quiet chat away from them all, and they didn’t look over when the door closed “Hey guys.” You called and they all turned with smiles on their faces that faded slightly at the sight of the stranger so close to you, Jax straightening up and looking over to Opie with a deep sigh “This is Kit. He’s my boyfriend.” Kit smiled and waved at the guys. “Hey.” He said, tightening his hold around your waist to comfort you as you made your way over to the bar. Jax and Opie stood and slowly walked over, sizing Kit up and giving him a look that would make lesser men shrivel up. Not Kit, he just nodded and held his hand out “Nice ta meet you.” He said. “This is Jax, and Opie.” You said as he shook their hands strongly. Just as Opie started to open his mouth you held a finger up to him, knowing the basic idea of what was going to come from him “No. Let him get fucking acclimatised first, Harry.” With a smile that he couldn’t hold back, Opie held his hands up in surrender and then hugged you tightly. “We’re just messing, you know.” He chuckled and you nodded “Go on then, let him meet the rest of the circus.” Holding Kit’s hand, you pulled him towards Chibs, who smiled and gripped his hand tightly. “There’s nae need ta worry, lad, we’re not that bad.” He leaned in closer and muttered “Might wanna watch out for Tig though.” He shot a wink to you before he sat back and sighed “I’m Chibs, this kid over here is Juice.” Juice nodded and reached over to shake Kit’s hand “Bobby.” The larger man nodded, a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle in his hand but not relinquishing his hold on either of them to greet Kit “An’ that’s Ope’s da’, Piney.” “Good to see you, son.” He croaked as you walked closer with Kit so they could shake hands, but his look hardened quite quickly “You treating her right?” He gestured to you and you rolled your eyes. “He is, I promise.” You smiled and hugged Piney “Silly old man.” He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. He’d always looked after you, since your dad, and always looked out for you no matter what “Where’s Gemma?” Juice shrugged then stood. “Think she’s in the office, I’ll get her.” “Thanks J.” You said before he hurried out, then you turned to Clay and Tig. They’d walked over during the introductions and started to size up Kit like Opie and Jax had. Clay was the first to reach out and shake his hand, though pulled him in to a strong hug and clapped him on the back. “Name’s Clay.” He said as he pulled away and smiled “Don’t worry, no interrogations from me, I trust Y/N’s judgement. But, uh. You know what to expect if you ever hurt her, right?” “Won’t have to worry about that, sir.” “Good lad.” He chuckled and then looked over to Half-Sack “Eh, Sack. Get the guy a drink. An’ another for me.” “Sure thing.” Sack said and hurried about to get the drinks, holding both out to Clay. “Sack?” Kit muttered to you and you sighed. “Don’t ask him about it. He’s a show-not-tell guy.” You said with a smile and then looked over to Tig just as Kit did. He seemed slightly down about something, but you knew better than to question him about it just yet. Better to do it in private, or at least out of earshot of anyone else. “So, you must be Tig.” Kit said and Tig nodded “Y/N told me about you.” Then the grin spread across his face and he came closer to wrap his arm around your shoulders. “Really?” He chuckled, rolling the ‘r’ and making you laugh as you turned your head away. “Yea, can’t mention the club without going on about you.” The curly haired man grinned at you, wiggling his eyebrows as he did and making you push him away playfully as he laughed and refused to let go of you.

It had been a surprise to everyone in the club that you seemed closer to Trager, but you couldn’t really help it. He never failed to make you laugh with his little quips, even when you didn’t feel like it. Sure, you probably wouldn’t laugh straight away but he’d stay and talk with you seriously until he knew you were a bit less clammed up and then he’d say something so out there and perverted that you couldn’t help but let out an ugly snort of a laugh that soon devolved into you both having fits of laughter. He made you feel better about yourself, in his own special way, and you never once felt like you could be judged by him for how you felt or what you said. You knew he’d always accept you coming around at ass o’clock if you needed him, he’d even kicked crow-eaters and hookers out so he could sit with you and deal with what you needed. In some way, you guess, you’d fallen for him. Or at least developed a crush that was never helped by how close he was to you or the compliments he’d give you about your body or how he’d be so eager to listen to you. It was hopeless, you knew, because Tig was never one to settle down; he was always an eager host to the crow-eaters and he bragged eagerly about his conquests to anyone who’d listen. You guessed you were too close to the club for him to even consider, despite his jokes, so you just accepted the fact that you’d have to get over it, get over him. So far, it hadn’t gone well.

“It’s not all the time.” You said, ducking your head. “Are you blushing?” Tig laughed, trying to get a look at your face again, no matter how much you tried to look away from him “You’re blushing, over me?” “Tig, fuck off.” He laughed loudly and wrapped his arms tightly around you. “Oh, I might fight you for this one.” He said to Kit, who laughed and shook his head softly at the elder’s antics “Remember, she was mine first. I could have her whenever I want.” He reached down to your backside, making you squirm out of his grip with a giggle that hid the frown that threatened your lips. Whenever he wanted, but he obviously never wanted. “Get off her, you dirty fucking pervert.” Gemma chuckled from the door. Her arms were crossed and that sweet motherly smile was across her face as she watched you mess around “So, this is the kid who’s trying to get my Y/N, huh?” Kit just shrugged softly, walking over a few steps with Gemma meeting him in the middle. “I’m Kit.” He said as he gently shook Gemma’s hand, making her smile and look over to you. “Well, Kit, ain’t you cute?” He chuckled and looked down, slightly bashful. “Thank you ma’am.”

Despite your fears, they weren’t too harsh on him. Of course he had to go through the obligatory intimidation from Jax and Opie, crowding him against the bar as they asked about his background and what his life was like, and the sudden change from Gemma where she went from sweet and calm to her deep death-tone and warning him about using you. Actually, everyone but Juice somehow threatened him about being nice to you; Bobby was casual in it with that underlying threat he was good at, Clay and Chibs teamed up to give him the more unsettling warning that was filled with smiles and subtle threats, Tig had pulled him away to have a quiet word away from the group that ended with a clap on the shoulder. Juice, you supposed, was just going to find out stuff about him and use it if needed. But Kit handled it well, with a smile and total honesty, and he wasn’t totally repulsed by your overbearing second family as you thought he would be. At the end of it, when you needed to go home, you’d had fun and all anxieties were gone when it came to letting Kit around the club. He’d come around for any events or parties, sometimes just going when you did, and no-one really minded at all. Tig had seemed a little off sometimes when Kit was about, but you hadn’t managed to get a chance to speak to him alone for long enough to find out what was wrong. It could take a while to crack Tig, through the defensive humour and all, but there hadn’t been much time for it. You knew you’d get there eventually, just had to make time. It was hard though.

Almost exactly five months after Kit had met the club, he’d asked you out for dinner. It wasn’t unusual, of course, but he wouldn’t tell you what the occasion was since it seemed out of the blue. All sorts of possibilities rushed through your head and, a few hours before you were set to meet him, you were sat in the clubhouse with Ope, Tig, and Gemma. Opie was sat beside you, Gemma behind the bar, and Tig sat behind you all nursing a beer silently “Do you think it’ll be a bad thing?” You stressed and Gemma scoffed. “After the talking to we gave him? Better fucking not.” That didn’t help much, still left open the possibility that it was. Opie saw the worry deepen so wrapped his arm around you tightly and pulled you closer. “He probably just wants to treat you. Guys are allowed to do that, you know.” He chuckled and you nodded with a smile “Don’t fret, just have fun. Get all dressed up pretty, make him lose his breath over you, and have fun.” You sighed and nodded again. “Thanks, Ope. You’re amazing.” He didn’t confirm or deny that, just tugged you closer to kiss your head and stayed there for a second. You loved getting hugs from Opie, he always smothered you with his whole self and you felt safer like that. He knew when you needed the smothering hugs, and this was one time, so he wrapped his other arm around you and held you tight to him. Gemma looked on happily before she hit the bar surface and broke you apart. “Come on, we’ll get you all pretty. Not that it’ll take much.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, scoffing, but said nothing self-deprecating for once “You brought anything with you?” You shrugged and looked over to your bag. “Not much.” You sighed. “I’m sure I’ve got somethings you can have, just for tonight. Come on.” She rounded the bar and hooked her arm around your shoulder, guiding you through the clubhouse to get you ready.

It took over an hour and a half to pick out what would suit your pre-picked outfit, in terms of makeup and the jewellery she had, as well as get you into it all and get another pep talk. You’d brought a dress that wasn’t too much but was still quite sweet as well as fitting heels, and Gemma quickly picked out some jewellery that matched and that you felt was just the right side of ‘trying to impress’. Your hair was curled and precisely placed even though you knew that would quickly be in vain, your makeup soft and minimal but made you glow, and the whole get-up generally made you feel so much better about the whole thing that you had no problem holding your head up high as you looked over yourself in the mirror. After taking a good look at yourself, from every angle you could, you looked over to Gemma with a smile. “Baby.” She said, hands to her cheeks like a proud mother “You look beautiful.” You grinned, unable to stop yourself, and ducked your head. “Really?” She advanced to you and gently lifted your head up to look at her as she tidied your hair back from where it had fallen out of place. “Really. You’ll knock him on his ass.” Her fingertips gently trailed down your cheeks and she smiled at you again as she looked you dead in the eye “You’re gorgeous. Now, go out there and wow the others.” You nodded and sighed deeply before you took another look in the mirror and got walking back to the bar, your heels clicking against the wooden floor.

Clay had come back in the time you and Gemma were getting ready, as well as Juice and Sack, so Gemma went ahead of you and told you to hang back for a second, for the dramatics. Only after she’d hyped them up to see you did you step out meekly. Everyone’s jaws dropped, or they smiled, as though they’d never seen you all dressed up like that even though you were sure you had. Opie actually put his beer down to look at you while Sack stood there gormlessly and Juice’s eyes widened impossibly, Clay grinning at you and whistling instantly before he’d properly looked over you. Tig’s lips were parted softly, his eyebrows slightly raised, all things around him ignored, eyes stuck on a loop of looking over you, he didn’t even notice how you were looking at him more than anyone else, waiting for his opinion to be more clear than the strange expression on his face. You tangled our fingers together and smiled “So?” You asked softly as you spun to give them the full view. “Y/N, you’re…” Half-Sack muttered but the words got lost in his throat so Juice carried them on for him. “You’re gorgeous.” He said and you grinned. “Thank you, Juan.” You said and hugged him softly, pulling Sack over as well to hug him before you turned to Clay and Opie. Clay just chuckled and whistled again, thinking what to say. “You’ll kill a guy, looking like that.” He said and then came over to kiss your cheek softly “Damn.” Opie just nodded, seeming to stick by that comment, and looked over you again. Then you turned to Tig, walking nervously a few steps closer until you were right beside him. “Tig.” You said softly and he instantly looked you in the eyes, that same expression etched into his face “What do you think?” He wet his lips and then swallowed as he looked over you again, nodding. “You look, eh…” He cleared his throat “You look amazing.” And his eyes came to yours again as his cheeky smile went across his face and that look came into his eyes “If he doesn’t appreciate it, doll, come to me an’ I’ll definitely make you feel as good as you look.” You laughed and shook your head at how quickly he could change it up, trying to resist the urge to bring your hands to your eyes and mess up the makeup. “I’ll keep that in mind, Trager.” You smiled and then sighed, smoothing your hands down your hips and turning away from him “So…You’re sure it won’t be terrible?” You asked again to Gemma, who sighed and nodded. “I’m certain. He likes you, and it’s been going well so far, right?” “I mean…Yea.” You shrugged and then sighed, shaking yourself out of it and lifting your head up confidently “Right. Gemma, could you drop me off, I think I’ll be late otherwise.” “Always, darlin’. You’ve got everything?” “Could I leave my bag here, pick it up tomorrow?” Gemma nodded again and picked up her keys, kissing Clay on the cheek before she set off to the door “Okay guys, wish me luck.” You said, smiling as you carefully walked backwards. Everyone but Opie called out a ‘good luck’, Op said “you won’t need it”, as you left and got into Gemma’s car.

You weren’t too late, considering you’d set off before you’d wanted to an traffic was a bitch, and Kit was already there, waiting by the door for you when Gemma waved you off and told Kit to treat you right. He just smiled and waved her off as she drove away, taking a few seconds to look you over before he took your hand and gestured for you to go in before him “You look great, Y/N.” He said, seeming breathless, and you almost bit your lip with your smile, instead ducking your head slightly before realising yourself and tiding your curls as you were led to your table.

By the time your food came, you’d figured out that there was something wrong. Since you’d sat down, he’d hardly said a word to you even though you’d tried to initiate conversation a few times. You’d hardly started eating before it became unbearable “Okay, I’m done.” You sighed, putting your fork down “Kit, what’s wrong?” “Huh?” He asked, dimly, and you sat back, crossing your arms. “You’ve not said a thing, you’ve not looked at me. What’s wrong?” He sighed and put his fork down as well, leaning on the table as he finally looked at you. “I don’t want to date you anymore.” You instantly sat back, deflated as all the panic and fear hit you again threefold “I…I know you deserve a reasoning, so I-” “-I don’t care.” You said suddenly, softly, because you really didn’t. It would probably just hurt you, knowing what excuses he’d been making up “I…Did you just bring me here so I couldn’t make a scene?” The way he stiffened up and looked anywhere but you told you that your assumption was right, making you scoff and look away, biting your tongue to stop the hurtful words “Okay. So I won’t make a scene.” You stood up, smoothing out your dress and tidying your hair “Delete my number, delete all my messages, don’t talk to me again.” Kit nodded softly and then you turned and left without another word. Fuck him, he could pay.

You walked, since you knew what calling your friends or any of the Sons would do if they found out so close to where Kit was. It wasn’t wandering that would lead to a place you weren’t thinking of, you knew exactly where you wanted to be in this mood and at this time. The lights were on, so you knew he was in, and you hardly hesitated before you knocked heavily. You’d already cried yourself out on the way, hiding away from public view so no-one could see you ruining your makeup, but you didn’t even try to clean yourself up either on the way or before the door opened and you were met with Tig’s slightly confused look. It quickly turned to worry when he took your appearance in. You didn’t need to ask before he reached out and bundled you in, closing and locking the door since no-one would be coming over. You wordlessly made your way over to the bathroom to clean your face and try to clear your mind, but it only worked for one of the two. Sighing, you dried your face and exited, gravitating towards the sound of the TV and where you knew Tig would be. He was lounging on the couch, one arm against the back of it, and turned his head the second he heard you padding across the floor, your heels left in the bathroom. Not a word was said between you as you sat next to him, bringing your feet up on the couch so you could curl into him as his hand fell to your arm. Only after a few seconds of not even watching TV did you talk “He broke up with me.” “Did you give him hell?” “No. We were in public, fucking coward.” Tig smiled softly. “Do you want me to..?” “No. Just stay with me.” You sighed, resting your head on his chest, and felt Tig nod before he kissed the top of your head softly. “Okay doll.” Though it hurt still, that Kit had dropped you like that, you still smiled. Sure, the crush would lead to nowhere, but this was enough for you. For now.

And, because I kinda promised. @megalodonewithyourbullshit Sorry it’s not too good and also not very shippy. Very shitty tho

[thirstygirlclub]

Sweet Girl - 2

Chapter 2 – I didn't feel anything

I had received a long email from my aunt Gemma about 3 days after I had seen Jax. She explained that she was sorry she couldn't be there for me or explain anything in too much detail (never know who's reading the emails, you know?). She had sent me pictures of herself and her grandson, Abel. Honestly, I was shocked that Jax even had a baby but she told me he was a good father and that his girlfriend, Tara was an amazing mum. That made me smile.

There was also a picture of all the sons on anarchy posing by all of their bikes. I recognised her immediately; she hadn't changed much I noticed. I saw Jax stood with a tall man with a beard and long hair that she tells me was actually Harry Winston, although they all called him Opie now. He also had children and a new wife. Clay was there with his arms around Gemma and Jax. I saw the Scottish man, Chibs, sat on his bike with his hands knitted on the handlebars. I recognised Harry's dad, Piney but that was about it. All of the others were unfamiliar to me but I'm sure I must have known some of them from when I was a child.

She sent her love to me and told me that she missed me; she was hoping to come and visit herself at some point since I wasn't going to them, which she scolded me for. I could almost feel the heat of her stare coming through the screen at me. Gemma said that she hoped I did well in my studies and stayed safe, 'make sure you keep a weapon with you at all times.' She had written.

I had saved the story into my email account. Gemma was one of the best things about my childhood; she was always so no nonsense but kind and loving. I was excited about the prospect of her coming to visit me in the school. I knew she would love the décor and how fancy everything was.

The rest of the week went by in a blur. I tried to act tough but inside I was scared. They didn't tell me who it was that was supposedly after me but I knew it must have been bad to get three of them across the ocean to tell me. I tried to concentrate on my lessons but it just wasn't happening. On the Friday, I started to feel dizzy and shaky in my accounting lecture. It felt as if the whole room was spinning. I couldn't focus on the screen of my laptop to sort out the numbers on the program.

I raised my hand in the middle of the lecturer's speech; squinting my eyes in the bright day light that was coming through the big windows at the end of the room. I had to hold on to the edge of my desk to stop myself from falling from my chair.

"Yes, Emilia?" she asked me, sounding concerned.

"I'm sorry Madam," I said shakily, "may I go to the nurse's office? I'm not feeling very well."

"Of course, I will email you the rest of the lesson. Make sure you get some rest."

I nodded and packed my bag before slowly walking down the steps of the lecture hall. As I made my way down the hallways to my dorm I cursed my stupid shoes but refused to walk down the floors barefoot; I'd rather not get foot fungus from the dirty carpets, thank you very much.

Unlocking my dormitory was a tricky task. After about 15 minutes of struggling I was able to open it and went in to find Anya sat on my bed.

"You didn't hear me trying to open the door?" I asked her in English, my brain was far to fucked to even attempt another language.

"I didn't know it was you," she shrugged and flipped the page on her magazine before looking up at me, "you look like shit."

I breathed out a laugh, "Thanks."

Anya stood up and took my bag out of my hand. She handed me my nightshirt and pushed me towards my ensuite bathroom. I wasn't shocked to see her sat in my room when I was out; she came to use my shower since it was attached to my bedroom while she had to use the common showers.

I struggled to unbutton my shirt and unzip my skirt to pull it off as quickly as I could. Yeah, I know it looked sexy but Jesus was it uncomfortable to wear. Once I was comfy I went back out and chased her off my bed, explaining to her that I wasn't well and needed to lie down.

"You need to tell me about those people though, Emilia."

"I will, I just need to lie down."

As soon as my head hit my pillow, I started to feel slightly better. I launched into my tragic back story and Anya never interrupted, she just listened to me in silence. I was worried she judged me but that wasn't the case. By the time I had finished my story I was tired. Anya had lay down beside me and was hugging me in the spooning position. She only asked why I hadn't told her sooner.

"I didn't want anyone to know I was related to them," I said, my voice thick with sleep.

I felt bad about that now, I thought, ever since reading and then rereading the email Aunt Gemma had sent me.

I had drifted off to sleep very slowly.

I woke up to suddenly. I jolted upright and saw in the dim evening light a black clad man in my room but that wasn't what I was looking at. Stood in front of him was my best friend with a hand over her mouth, to muffle her voice; and a knife to her throat. My eyes were wide and I let out a soft 'no'. She reached her hand out to me. She was trembling and so was I.

It wasn't until I moved to stand up that the man spoke in a low voice.

"Don't fucking move," he said angrily, "you move, she dies."

He had an American accent, it sounded southern. I froze in place as Jax's warning came back to me. There were people after me and here they were. Gun shots and shouting echoed around the dorms halls and I gasped, flinching away from the noise. Anya did the same which made the man jump. I don't know what happened but he had dragged the knife quickly across my best friend's throat.

I watched it in slow motion; hot blood sprayed out of her neck and went all over me and my bedroom. I took in a breath and screamed louder than I ever thought possible. I lunged forwards to catch her as the man threw her on the bed. I tried desperately to stop the bleeding, to save her life with the edge of my t-shirt, my blanket… anything I could get my hands on but blood soaked through everything I put against her neck. It didn't happen like it did in the films. She was dying quickly with blood spilling out of her mouth as she tried to speak. She had no dying words, no deathbed confessions, just gurgling. She couldn't even move her hand to me, it just lay twitching by her side.

Her blonde hair was now red. My hands were covered in the thick red substance.

More gunshots rang out in my bedroom and I felt more stuff hit me, more blood and what I assumed was brain and it bits of bone, but I didn't care. My focus was only in her. There was more shouting and suddenly hands grabbing me, trying hard to grip onto my arms that were now slick. I fought them. I attacked them and the person that was trying to pull me away from her.

I will never forget the fear in her eyes as she looked up at me in her last seconds of living.

"We need to go, Jacky Boy!"

More gunshots.

"I'm trying!"

More hands pulled me away.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed to her as I got pulled out of the door, it was like she was watching me with dead eyes and an expression of fear frozen on her face.

Outside the halls were more bodies dressed in black with leather vests on; more blood scattered the walls and doors of my neighbours. I stopped fighting. For the first time in my life, I had no fight left in me and allowed myself to be picked up and carried away. Strong arms threw me over their shoulder. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a couple of people dressed in the full school uniform lying dead on the carpet with their eyes closed and holes in the back of their heads. I couldn't take anymore. My brain shut off and I fainted.

Chibs hopped into the back of the black van that waited outside for them. He gently placed the girl down on the carpeted floor. Jax came in after him, shooting some more bullets through the open doors at the other men as the van sped away.

She was covered in blood and brain matter. He tried to clean some off of her face with a rag that was in the back but that quickly became soaked to.

"That could have gone better," he said when Jax slammed the back doors shut.

They braced themselves against the side as the van sped around a corner. Jax removed his balaclava and shed the vest of his enemy. Chibs did the same, straightening out then ruffing his hair about. They put their SOA cuttes back on and sat back.

"That was really upsetting," Jax stated as he looked over his passed out cousin/stepsister, "she's probably never seen that much blood in her life."

"We warned her," Clay sighed from where he sat in the back corner of the van, "we told her something like this would happen."

"Her friend died, Clay."

There was silence after that. Each man was in their own thoughts.

I was in a dark room. There were people, men, talking. I opened my eyes to see a sliver of light above my head showing the night sky.

"Vivania?"

I looked to my left and in the dim light I saw Jax. I was safe, was my first thought; Anya died in my arms, was my next one. I raised my hands and saw that they were covered in streaks of dark swipes, blood although it looked like someone had tried to clean it up. My shirt was crusted with dried blood too. I felt like I should be crying but it was like I didn't feel anything. I sat up slowly.

"Careful, V," Jax said quietly and put his hand on my shoulder, "are you ok?"

Even in the dark of the room, a van I noticed, I could see the concern in his eyes. I shook my head stiffly. I crawled over to him and we sat like we did when I was little; with his arm over my shoulders and my head on his shoulder.

The sound of a lighter flicking and a flame came up from the other side of where I had been lying. Chibs, I recognised. In the brief flicker of light I saw that he was looking at me but when he saw me watching him, he cast his eyes down.

"You killed all of those people," I said, not to him necessarily but to Jax and Clay too, "you killed them all."

"The others killed the children," Chibs said solemnly, "we don't kill kids."

I nodded.

"Anya is dead."

Nobody said anything. I looked down at my hands again.

"I was going to be something," I repeated my words from the last time I saw them, I could hear the defeat in my voice but I didn't feel strong enough to try; "I was going to be important and go places. I was going to mean something to someone."

Again nobody said anything; Jax just sighed gently and wrapped his arm tighter around my shoulders, bringing the other one up to meet it. I let myself fall into him, like I did all those years ago.

"It was dark then too," I said to him and felt him nod, "do you remember?"

"Yeah. I remember."

"I shouted for you," I said shakily, directing it at Clay, "When I was taken away. You just stood there. You didn't do anything."

I let out a bitter laugh.

"I used to threaten him with you, you know. I used to say 'if you hurt me again then my dad and his friends are going to come and kill you.' he didn't believe me, obviously but I never stopped believing until I was put in hospital. Mum sent you the pictures and you never responded. That's when I knew you were never coming for me."

"Pumpkin-"

"Don't call me pumpkin."

I felt my mind drift away into another world where the last week hadn't happened.

I was woken up some time later. The van had stopped moving and it was light outside. "Come on lass," Chibs was saying in a patronising voice, like he was talking to a child, "it's chow time."

I opened my eyes and fixed them on him. He was squatting beside me and holding a hoodie in his free hand while the other one was on my thigh, shaking it gently to get me to wake up. His hand was warm and rough against my skin but it felt… comforting.

"Come on," he said again, "we're on the ferry. We're nearly home."

I didn't even know where home was for me anymore. I nodded and stood up. I didn't have to stoop to stand in the van but he was hunched over in an uncomfortable looking position. Before I got out of the van he stopped me by holding my arm. I looked back at him.

"Put this on, some people aren't used to seeing half naked girls covered in blood. You might scare some folks."

He handed me the jumper he was holding. I realised for the first time I was still in my night shirt that covered everything I needed it too but I definitely wouldn't wear it out. I felt myself blush. I looked away as I put on the jumper. It was huge on me; more like a dress.

"You look ridiculous," he said with a smile.

"So do you." I said back, looking at him stooping over like an old man.

Suddenly, someone was knocking on the door and I jumped.

"Come on kids," I heard Clay say from outside, "we need food."

The doors opened to reveal Clay, Jax and another man I hadn't met before, but I recognised him from the photo that Aunt Gemma sent me. He must have been driving, I realised. I crossed my arms over myself; trying to shield myself from this strange man. Clay held out his hand to help me out of the van but I just hopped out, my bare feet hitting the polished wooden floors of the boat. Chibs jumped out behind me as I looked out to the ocean with the sea breeze flowing through my hair. The water was so blue, it was amazing.

"I'm Happy," the other man said with his hand outstretched.

"That's nice." I said with a raised eyebrow and shook his hand.

What did I care how he was feeling?

"No!" he laughed obviously realising my confusion, "my name is Happy Lowman."

"Oh okay. When we get to California will I meet the other dwarves and Snow White?"

He laughed and I laughed with him. He looked intimidating, just like the other men did, but when he smiled his entire demeanour changed.

Clay held out what looked like a credit card. I looked at it confused until he told me that I should probably go and buy some proper clothes. I hesitantly took it. I was conflicted between not wanting to owe him anything and wanting to get out of my blood crusted pyjamas.

"Go with her, Jax," Clay said as he patted him on the shoulder, "Make sure she doesn't spend too much."

I raised my eyebrow at Jax and he smiled.

Its 3am and I'm crying – I was going to leave this chapter when they were still travelling in the van but I couldn't leave it on such a sad note. I had to put a bit of fluffy, happy (ha! get it?) stuff in there for the sake of my own mental health if nothing else. I just want everyone to be happy, ok?

I cried so much writing this. I felt bad for killing off Anya so soon, just call me George R R Martin.

I'm hoping to make all the chapters about this length.

This story is consuming me and I hope you're all with me for the long haul.

Lots of love,

Doe xx

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Charming Town - Opie Winston (2)

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Another chapter of Charming Town for y’all! Our main character is played by Alicia Silverstone! (yes the girl from Clueless) 

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Tara took a deep breath and rubbed her sweaty palms against her jeans. It was her day off, yet she was still at the hospital. Tara didn’t know why she was nervous as she headed down the bleak corridors towards the psychiatric unit of St Thomas Hospital. Tara rarely came down to this unit as she was a surgeon in the neonatal department. There was nothing for her to be nervous about. She was just going to visit her friend that was all. Today was Doctor Oatfield’s day in the psychiatric unit instead of her office in the main building of the hospital. Tara scanned herself in with her all access scanner card and walked toward the guarded and boxed in nurses desk. Tara remembered doing her practical’s in a ward like this when she was studying in Chicago. 

A familiar nurse smiled at Tara.“Dr Knowles, what are you doing this side of town?” The nurse laughed at her own joke.

Tara laughed and smiled along politely. “I’m here to see Doctor Oatfield, do you know when she’ll be finished?”

The nurse nodded. “She should be finished in ten minutes and then she’ll be finished here for the day. Do you want to wait in here or outside?”

Tara bit her lip. “I think I’ll wait outside. Could you please tell her I’m waiting for her?”

The nurse smiled and nodded. 

Tara turned on her heel and scanned herself out of the ward.

Tara stood in the waiting room outside of the psych unit and paced the dreary, antiseptic smelling waiting room. Tara was terrified that her friend would think that she was taking advantage of her, that somehow all this sneaking around behind the hospital system’s back would lead back to her and the club. Tara knew she was taking advantage of her situation and privileges but she wanted to help the club in any way she could. She was an old lady now, and she needed to act like one. She heard the familiar buzz of someone exiting the unit and Tara took a deep breath and straightened herself up. Doctor Oatfield breezed out of the ward with a smile on her face. Her blonde hair fell around her collarbones and was pushed behind her ear. Tara smiled at her and the doctor rushed to hug her friend.

“Tara Knowles! How are you?” Doctor Oatfield gushed, hugging Tara with one arm.

“I’m great Hayley. How are you?” Tara smiled as she disengaged from the hug. Something about Hayley always calmed her down.

Hayley grinned. “I’m great, it’s been a successful day. The nurses said you were looking for me, what do you need?”

Tara chewed on her lip. “I just wanted to check on Gemma. She’s been coming to her sessions right?”

“Every single one.” Hayley nodded. “She’s been doing great.”

Tara nodded. “Good. You’re not angry that I asked you to do that right?”

Hayley squinted and shook her head. “Of course not. It’s my job to help people. Why Tara? What’s going on?”

Tara shook her head. “I need to ask you another favour.”

Hayley sighed. She knew that Tara wasn’t trying to take advantage of her but that’s what it seemed like. It was in Hayley’s nature to help, she couldn’t refuse if someone asked for her help. It was her biggest strength and her deepest flaw.

“What is it Tara?” Hayley asked, trying to keep the effervescence in her voice.

“Gemma asked if you could possibly add someone to the front of your line. Like when you have a cancellation or something. He needs help immediately or he’s going to go off the edge.” Tara tried to sell it as best she could, hoping to tug on Hayley’s heartstrings somehow.

“Who is it?” Hayley asked.

“The guy whose wife was brutally shot in a drive by a month ago. He needs your help Hayley.”

Hayley swallowed back any irritation she had when she heard whom she needed to help. Hayley knew that woman was a young mother of two, that it was a senseless act of gun violence committed completely by mistake. 

“I’m going to check my books and let you know okay? I’m happy to help.”

Tara wrapped Hayley in a hug. “Thank you so much Hayley. Call me once you know.”

Hayley Oatfield began to make her way back to her safe and warm office in the main building of the hospital. She loved what she did, but her days down in the psychiatric unit never failed to spook her. Hayley mulled over what Tara had asked of her. It wasn’t a huge issue for Tara to refer people, so Hayley was confused as to why Tara was acting so strangely. Hayley didn’t want to take people without going through the system but she didn’t see it as a huge deal. Once Hayley arrived back at her office, her friendly secretary Lucy greeted her.

“Hey Luce, can I look over my bookings for the next couple weeks?” Hayley asked, swinging around the wooden desk so she could be behind it with Lucy.

Lucy nodded and pushed herself away from the computer so Hayley could use it. Hayley began to furiously type and scroll through her schedule and client books. It turned out that next week she had a cancellation right before Gemma’s session. It was perfect timing. Hayley exited all browsers before thanking Lucy and leaving the office. Hayley was pleased to be going home after a long day. Hayley headed towards her black sports car and unlocked the door. She took her place behind the steering wheel and started the engine. Slow synth pop began to play from the stereo as she pulled out of the hospital parking lot. She sang along to the music as she drove through the quiet streets of Charming. Hayley was always reminded of how pleased she was to be back in Charming when she made her commute home. She had grown up here for most of her young life until she moved to Chicago with her parents when she was sixteen. Hayley made the move back to Charming a few months ago, three years after acquiring her psychology license and garnering a reputation as one of the best psychologists in the USA. She received an offer for a residency in her hometown of Charming and she took it without hesitation. Hayley pulled into the driveway of her small one story house and locked up her car when she exited it. The small house with deep brown rendering was the one she grew up in. Her parents still leased it and gave it to her when she decided to move back to Charming. Hayley walked inside and was greeted by her large black Labrador that she affectionately named Buddy.

“Hey Buddy!” She smiled and ruffled his fur in her hands before walking into the kitchen.

Hayley fed Buddy his dinner in the kitchen and then headed toward the living room adjacent to the kitchen. She sat down on her couch and began to flip through channels on her large TV. It was quiet and peaceful and that’s how she liked it.

Hayley began to think about the person Tara referred to her. He was the husband of the woman caught in the crossfire of a suspected gang related crime. It was known that the woman was the wife of a member of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club and Hayley always had a suspicion that the Sons were involved in the murder. Hayley had to ignore that opinion if she was going to evaluate and help the suffering husband. Hayley began to think of how Tara knew the man well enough to risk asking Hayley to go behind the hospital system’s back. Tara didn’t even give Hayley the man’s name. Hayley’s mind began to race as she worried about Tara. Was she caught up in the Sons of Anarchy? Hayley wasn’t afraid of the club, but it was a motorcycle club and Hayley knew better than anyone how dangerous motorcycle clubs could be. Hayley tried to mute her overthinking and reached for her cell phone. She dialed Tara’s number and awaited her to pick up.

“Hey Hayley, I was waiting for your call.” Tara answered after the first ring.

“Sorry Tar, I got home and completely forgot to call you. I checked my bookings and there’s an opening right before Gemma’s session next Wednesday. Would that work?” Hayley explained.

“I’ll ask Gemma and let you know tonight okay?” Tara replied.

“That’s fine. Oh, and Tara? You never told me the guy’s name.”

“Oh! I’m sorry! His name is Harry Winston, but everyone calls him Opie.” Tara explained, a happy tone evident in her voice.

And with just the utterance of a name, Hayley felt a crack go right through the centre of her heart.

Tara felt so relieved once she got off the phone to Hayley. She felt as if the weight of Gemma’s request rolled off her shoulders. She could hear Jax’s bike roar into the drive and a wave of happiness crash over her. She loved having Jax to come home to every day, and his beautiful son Abel. It was a blessing to have the two men in her life to keep her grounded and focused. Jax and Tara were high school sweethearts with only eyes and hearts for each other. They were torn apart when they were nineteen when Tara had the opportunity to chase her dream of becoming a surgeon in Chicago, plus Tara was desperately trying to escape the Sons of Anarchy lifestyle; a lifestyle she now fully embraced. Tara waited patiently in the kitchen for Jax to walk inside and sweep her off her feet. No matter what, Jax would always make her feel giddy, as if she was walking on clouds.

“Honey, I’m home.” Jax called out with a laugh as he opened the front door. 

He walked a few steps into the entryway and turned on his heel to the kitchen where he knew Tara would be waiting for him. Tara smiled when she saw him, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. She embraced him tightly before planting a kiss on his lips. She pushed his blonde chin length hair behind his ear while she gazed into his eyes. A cheeky grin appeared on Jax’s face as he watched Tara.

“What are you thinking about babe?” He asked, squeezing the sides of her small frame.

Tara shook her head. “Nothing.”

Jax laughed. “You were thinking about me weren’t you?”

Tara felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “Maybe.”

Jax pressed in and kissed his girl more passionately, their bodies melting together as if they perfectly aligned. He pulled Tara onto the kitchen counter and fit perfectly between her legs. Tara’s hands roamed the back of Jax’s leather cut, feeling the rough embroidered Sons of Anarchy patch against her fingertips. She was still getting used to the lifestyle and all it entailed, but all that mattered was that she had Jax back. Suddenly, Abel’s cry began to resound all throughout the house. Jax pulled away and groaned.

“Why does this always happen?” Tara whined.

Jax laughed and began to walk off. “Welcome to parenthood babe.”

Once Jax was out of sight, Tara took out her cell phone and dialed Gemma.

“Hey Gem, it’s Tara. Doctor Oatfield got Opie in for a session. Should I tell him or should you?”

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Welcome To The Neighborhood Epilogue

A/N: You guys...it’s me. Did you really not see this coming? XD Anyway, here’s the epilogue and the FINAL FINALE of mine and @badwolf-in-the-impala​‘s Welcome To The Neighborhood. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Issues with pregnancy, angst, sibling angst

Words: 2,059

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala​, none of the pictures are ours.

Previous Chapter

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A week or so passed and everyone quickly reverted to how things were before. Now that Nico was dead and Bastien, Kacey hoped, was dead somewhere too, her fears quickly faded and she threw herself into her life with Opie and the club. Harper, on the other hand, couldn't shake the events that weighed on her. Following an argument with Jax, Harper told him that she needed time and she couldn’t be with him anymore. While it hurt Jax to hear her say it, he agreed to give her a little space, not thinking they would actually end things.

After getting the news that she was pregnant, with Jax’s baby, Harper was reduced to nothing more than a bundle of frazzled nerves. She needed someone to turn to, but she wasn’t quite ready to tell Kacey about it all. Instead, she turned to Gemma, hoping she could offer some advice that would make her feel better.

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Harper knocked on Gemma’s door and waited, chewing her lip and picking at her nails. The door finally swung open and Gemma smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?” Gemma asked, leading her in before she shut the door.

“Um, I’m okay.” She said, rather unconvincingly. Gemma looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” Gemma asked, leading her to the couch where they sat down. Harper sighed and bit at her nail.

“S-Something happened and I can’t tell Kacey yet. I can’t tell anyone and I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind.” Harper blurted out, desperately wanting to get it all out but still worried. Gemma shifted and said, “Harper, honey, just tell me what’s going on. I can’t  help if I don’t know.”

Taking a slow, steady breath, holding it in for a moment before letting it out and turning to her, Harper said, “I’m pregnant.”

It took her a moment to process it all, while she was overjoyed, Gemma could see that Harper was shaken by it. Gemma sighed and shook her head as she watched Harper pull her legs up. She stood and took a few steps before she turned to her and said, “Jax know?”

Harper shook her head and stayed silent for a moment before she looked at Gemma and said, “Gemma, you can’t tell him.”

“Course not, darlin’. That’s your job.” Gemma said, with a small smirk. When Harper didn't share her amusement, Gemma’s smirk faded as Harper said, “No.”

She stared at the floor for a moment before she looked up at her and said, “No one is going to tell him. He’s not going to know.”

Gemma blinked and shifted, putting a hand on her hip and said, “Harper. You’re not thinkin’ of...You know...Right?”

Harper sighed and stood, taking a few steps away from her as she said, “God, Gemma. No!”

She sighed and pushed her hands through her hair, pacing slowly before she finally looked at Gemma and said, slowly, “I’m not staying.”

She fiddled with her fingers and nails, waiting for Gemma to respond, but Gemma merely stared at her for what seemed like an hour before she finally chuckled and said, “Okay, Harper. That’s-That’s a good one, babe.”

Harper scrunched up her face, confused and annoyed and said, “No, really, Gemma. I’m not staying. I-I can’t stay here in Charming and be with Jax after this. He-He wouldn’t want me and I wouldn’t blame him...And besides, there’s no way this baby could survive. I mean...Hell, I’ll probably miscarry within the week from the trauma!”

Gemma marched over to her, wanting to slap her straight, but decided to simply say, rather firmly, “Don’t you say that. You put it out there and it happens. Don't curse this baby because you made a mistake.”

“Gemma--It was more than a mistake. I almost got my sister and your son killed!” Harper shouted.

“Almost! And I know it happened for a good reason! It was an accident and they both survived.” Gemma said. “That’s no reason to run away and, especially, abandon your sister!”

“Well, I-” Harper took a minute, suddenly unsure of herself and said, “I was going to ask her to leave with me.”

Gemma blinked, tilting her head as she shifted her feet. “You’d take Kacey with you? Away from Ope? Harper, have you seen them lately? They’re in love. You cannot ask her to leave him like that.”

The words hit Harper like a ton of bricks and she realized, Gemma was right. It was almost as selfish as keeping Jax in the dark about her pregnancy. But that was something Harper decided on to not hurt Jax, even more, when she left. It was about time Kacey was with a man who treated her right and protected her, in a way Harper knew she never could. She was in love and Harper would be damned if she would be the reason Kacey lost it. Taking a breath and dropping her hands, letting them slap against her jean-clad thighs, she said, “You’re right. I can’t.”

With that, Harper turned on her heel and went to the table to grab her purse, digging around for her keys. Gemma was frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do, then she quickly followed after her. Grabbing Harper’s upper arm, Gemma stopped her and said, “Hang on. Harper...You’re not still leaving, are you? You cannot hurt my Jax like this. You need to stay and work on things and take care of that baby.”

Calmly, Harper pulled her arm from Gemma’s grasp and said, “Gemma, I love you and respect you so deeply. I understand that family is important to you. But I honestly don’t see this ending well.”

As Harper turned to the door and opened it, Gemma said, “If you leave, I will tell Jax.” Those words made Harper stop in her tracks. While she had decided to change her mind about Kacey, keeping this pregnancy a secret from Jax was something she wouldn’t. Harper looked back at her and said, “If I stay you’ll keep it a secret? Until I decide I want to tell him?”

Gemma nodded and said, “You’ve got my word, darlin’...But only if you stay.”

Harper gave a soft sigh and glanced away, weighing her options. Taking one last glance at Gemma, Harper walked out, hightailing it to her truck. Gemma sighed, listening to the beat up old Ford rumble to life and take off.

~

A week had passed and Harper stuck around but avoided Jax at all costs. She stopped showing up at TM and the Clubhouse and was absent from any and all events at Gemma’s. When Gemma didn't see the truck in the driveway that weekend, she had half a mind to tell Jax, as Harper seemingly didn't keep up her end of the bargain. But Clay told her that Harper had brought the truck in for a routine check-up and oil change, it ending up that she needed new parts. The truck was back in the driveway Monday night and Gemma saw Harper leave for her shift at the diner the next day. She was satisfied that Harper had taken the time to think things over and decided to stay; That is until Kacey came running down to Gemma’s that night, screaming that Harper was bleeding out on the bathroom floor. They rushed her to the hospital and stayed with her until she was discharged and Kacey brought her home.

Gemma was heartbroken when Kacey relayed the news that Harper told her, only to Gemma, that Harper had a miscarriage. Kacey herself was shocked that her sister was even pregnant. She was hurt that Harper told Gemma and not her, but she understood her sister’s thinking. Dealing with everything that happened, Harper kept herself locked in her room until Kacey took the hint and spent a few nights at Opie’s, swinging by Gemma’s on the last day before she went home.

~

“Hey, darlin’!” Gemma said with a big smile, opening her arms wide as Kacey walked in with her bags, setting them down before she embraced Gemma. “Oh...So…”

Gemma sighed as she grabbed one of Kacey’s bags, helping her inside before she closed the door and turned to her. She smiled and said, “How’s your sister? Have you talked to her at all?”

Kacey’s smile faded into a sad frown as she shook her head. “No. She’s not answering any of my calls or texts.” She said, slipping her purse off her shoulder, sitting down at the table as Gemma went into the kitchen to pour them both a cup of coffee. When she came back, handing a cup to Kacey, she asked, “Is Jax still gone?”

“Yeah. But he’s kept in touch. Said he’s headin’ back down from Tacoma today.” Gemma said, taking a sip out of her mug once she sat down.

“Did he sound any better?” Kacey asked. While Jax and the rest of the club were kept in the dark about Harper’s pregnancy, Jax was still broken up about Harper ending things with him. With Clay’s blessing and Bobby taking over his VP duties until he came back, Jax rode up to Tacoma and stayed there for a few days to clear his head.

“A little. He’s still upset, but I think he’s doin’ better. The trip seemed to help.” Gemma said. Kacey sighed and gave a small smile, picking up her cup and bringing it to her lips and taking a sip. Outside, they heard the rumble of a motorcycle and the two women looked at each other, confused. Answering Kacey’s unspoken question, Gemma stood and said, as she went to the front door, “That can't possibly be him…”

Kacey took a big gulp of her coffee before following Gemma out the front door to look down the street, only to find Harper’s bike riding off, a backpack strapped to her and two bundles on either side of her Harley. Kacey’s eyes went wide and she screamed for her sister, running down the street in an attempt to chase her. Gemma whispered a soft ‘Oh, shit’ before quickly walking down the sidewalk, watching Harper get smaller and smaller until she disappeared around the corner. Kacey made it to their driveway before the realization hit her that Harper probably wasn’t coming back and she collapsed on their front lawn. Tears streaming down her face by the time Gemma caught up to her, Kacey covered her face and sobbed. Gemma pulled Kacey to her feet and held her close, her own eyes filling with tears.

“Shh...Shh...It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” Gemma said softly, consoling Kacey as she rubbed her back. Faint flapping caught Gemma’s attention and she looked over to Harper’s truck. A paper trapped under the windshield wiper flapped in the breeze. Gemma let go of Kacey and made a beeline for the truck, snatching it from under the blade and reading it over. Her heart nearly stopped and before she could stop her, Kacey ripped it from her hands, reading it with a tear-blurred vision that only got worse with every word.

Kacey. Gemma.

I know I promised Gemma I’d stay in Charming, but I just can’t anymore. Please tell Jax this isn’t his fault, but mine. I love him too much to stay this close to him and still be hurt. Kacey, I’m leaving my truck for you. I know you hate it and will probably set it on fire like you promised, and that’s fine. I left some money for the house on the counter. I don’t know if I’ll come back, but I don’t want you to lose the house because I left. Gemma. Please do not tell Jax about the miscarriage. It’ll only hurt him more to know that I kept it from him and lost the baby. I promise I’ll stay out of trouble, if I can. Please take care of Kacey or at least make sure Opie will.

I’m sorry.

As Kacey screamed, crumpling up the paper in her hands, Gemma caught her as she began to fall, sobbing into Gemma’s chest. Kneeling to the ground with her, Gemma gasped for breath while fighting her own tears. She knew Harper was hurt and needed time, but she never thought that she’d actually leave.

~

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Welcome To The Neighborhood Chapter 9

A/N: We’re only a day late! :D We hope you guys have been enjoying the fic! Here’s Chapter 9 of mine and @badwolf-in-the-impala​‘s collab!

Disclaimer: There is some Spanish used in this chapter. So we would also like to add that this is a second language for both of us. We did our best to do the research to make sure things we as close as possible to accurate. So if it’s not the best/correct, we do apologize. Any helpful pointers or tips would be appreciated. But please, no rude comments. <3

Warnings: violence, angst, implied rape, More angst…So much angst.

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala​, none of the pictures are ours.

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Kacey had cried so much on the ride back to Charming that she could barely speak, let alone function by the time they made it back to the clubhouse. Opie having to practically pry her off the back of his bike as she sat there, staring off blankly into the distance, as he picked her up so that they could head inside. The group silent as they stepped into the clubhouse, save for the whispers from a few of the Crow Eaters and some of the members. That silence was soon broken as Gemma came out of the kitchen, hell-bent on chewing some ass.

“I swear to God, Kacey Calhoun when I get my hands on you and your sister! What gives you the right to think you can run off--” Gemma stopped as Clay held up a hand and shook his head. “Where’s Harper?” Gemma asked suddenly as she pressed a hand to her chest; fear setting in.

“She gave herself up.” Kacey sobbed hoarsely against Opie’s chest. “Harper gave herself up to protect me!” Gemma’s expression fell as she stepped forward to embrace Kacey as Opie set her down. Pulling her close as she said, “Oh, Sweetheart...I’m so sorry.”  

“They’re gonna h-hurt her, Gem...and it’s all m-my fucking fault.” Kacey sobbed as she held onto Gemma. Opie still behind her as he squeezed her shoulder tightly.

“Don’t you say that!” Gemma said sternly. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ say that. This isn’t your fault, Baby, and we’re gonna find a way to fix it. We’ll find a way to fix it...Right, Clay?” Gemma added as she looked over to her husband, Clay at a complete loss as he shook his head. Not even knowing where in the hell they would begin, without inciting an all-out War, in trying to get Harper back.

“Well, we can’t just leave her there!” Gemma cried at him.

“You think I don’t know that?!” Clay shot back at Gemma. “We almost ended up in a Goddamn shootout over the issue. She went willingly. And Alvarez gave his fucking word, Gem. It’s not like we can just waltz in and take her back. Not without starting another fuckin’ war!” He added, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face. “We’ll find a way to get her back...But we need time.”

Gemma let out a sigh as she looked down at Kacey, pressing a kiss to her temple as she patted her cheek before pushing her back into Opie’s arms as she said, “Why don’t you go get cleaned up, Baby...Maybe have Chibs take another look at your arm? Looks like you may have torn your stitches.” She gestured to the bloodstain on the sleeve of Kacey’s shirt.

Chibs seconded the statement, patting Kacey’s shoulder gently before she tucked herself back into Opie’s side. The crowd that had gathered during the commotion parting in order to let them pass and head down the hall for the dorms. Gemma turning to face Clay and the rest of the guys once Kacey was out of earshot.

“Where’s Jax?”

~

Jax didn't know what to do with himself. He was more than ready and set to go and hunt Nico down, stake out his house and wait for them to get back, taking Harper with him. But as he rode home, his mind cleared, if only a little. On the way back into Charming, Jax stopped at a little cafe to rest. As they rode home, Opie, Clay, and Chibs saw him sitting outside and stopped to ask if he was okay. Jax waved them off, promising he wouldn’t do anything stupid, and they left him.

He sat on the side of the road, only a few cars stopping to ask if he needed help, and he had gone through half his pack of cigarettes as he sat just underneath the date scratched onto the rock. J.T. 11-13-93 Complete with the Sons logo. He leaned his head back against the rock and blew out the smoke from his last drag. He snubbed it out and stood, going to his bike and getting on, buckling his helmet before starting it and taking off down the street. He knew there would be questions as to where he went, what he did, but he didn't feel like answering to anyone. So with a quick text to Clay at a stop light, as he came back into town, Jax turned off, riding away from the club and going back home.

As it were, with Harper gone and everything good between Sons and Mayans again, the lockdown was over, the other charters leaving one by one. When Jax got to his house, Gemma was outside, getting out of her car. Jax sighed as he pulled into the driveway and cut the engine, kicking out the kickstand and taking off his helmet.

“I guess Clay didn't give you the message?” Jax asked as his mother walked over him.

“No. I got it.” Gemma said, giving him a look, stopping just short of his bike and putting a hand on her hip. “Why are you here at home, Jax? You should be at the clubhouse coming up with a plan to get Harper back!”

“You don’t think I know that, Mom?” Jax snapped, sauntering up to his front door and opening it. He tossed his keys into the bowl that sat on the alcove and went to the kitchen. Gemma followed him inside and closed the door behind her. Jax turned to her, twisting open the top to a bottle of beer and said, “There’s nothing we can do until an opportunity presents itself. She fucking gave herself over to them to stop any sort of war between the clubs because we refused to let them have her. What can we fuckin’ do?”

Gemma stalked over to him and hissed, “You can kill that son of a bitch who started this. Nico or whatever his fuckin’ name is. He’s the one who caused Alvarez to even want justice and forced Harper’s hand.”

Jax scoffed as he let out a short laugh and said, “Believe me, Mom. I want nothing more than to do the son of a bitch in myself. But he’s Alvarez’ fuckin’ nephew. I do that to get her back, it stops being about what they did and becomes a fuckin’ problem for us all.”

Gemma huffed at him and turned away, taking a few steps and bracing a hand on her lower back as her other hand reached up to rub her forehead, trying to think. Finally, she turned to her son and said, “Well, if you’re not going to find a way to bring her back, you better get the fuck over to the house and comfort Kacey. She’s a goddamn wreck.”

Leaving it at that, she walked out, jumping in her car and taking off.

~

Once Alvarez and his men had brought Harper back to the clubhouse, she was instantly on edge. All these men knew what she and Kacey had done and now she was forced to face them again. Or so she thought. As she slowly got off Alvarez’ bike, handing him the spare helmet, before she could even start to follow him inside, Nico grabbed her arm and yanked her over to his bike.

“Nico, what the fuck!?” Harper shouted. The back of his ringed hand sent her to the ground before he roughly hauled her up again, planting her on the back of his bike, not bothering with her helmet, and took off before Alvarez could even look back. As much as she would rather let go and take her chances with hitting the road, she clung to Nico, sobbing. Her only resolve was that she was going to figure out a plan to kill Nico herself and escape back to her sister, the club, and Jax.

When Nico pulled into his driveway, he grabbed Harper’s arm and tugged her inside, shoving her through the door so hard, she missed the step and tripped, stumbling to catch herself before she landed, sprawled out on the hardwood floor. With a whimper, she tried to pick herself up, settling for an attempt to crawl to the couch and hoist herself up. She didn't think Alvarez would let Nico take her, knowing he would lay down some beatings at some point, and she didn't think it would happen this fast. But when she rolled over on the rug, staring up at Nico and seeing the fire that raged in his eyes, she knew it was over.

“Nico...Please…” She begged softly. Nico snickered and nodded.

“That’s right, bitch. Beg. You think Bastien’s beatings were bad? Baby, you have no idea.” Nico said. He yanked her up and wrapped his hand around her throat, but before he could do anything, Harper’s absolute worst fear was realized when she heard Sara call from the back of the house, “Nico?! Is that you?”

“Yeah, Niña. Come see what I brought you.” Nico called back with a smirk. Harper shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, tears seeping out of the corners.

“Nico, please. If I ever meant anything to you-” Her plea was cut off as Nico slapped her again.

“Went out the window the day that little bitch beat my sister.” Nico hissed. As Harper gripped Nico’s wrist, trying to pry it away, Sara emerged from the hallway, stopping for a moment when she saw Harper. A small smile spread across her face as she slowly made her way over.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Sara taunted as Nico turned her to face Sara, still holding her neck. Harper whimpered and looked at her.

“Sara-” Her fist connected to Harper’s face, sending her backwards over the couch. She whimpered as she picked herself up, trying to scramble away from the siblings as best she could. She managed to catch a glimpse of Nico’s gun stash and made a mad dash for it, grabbing one that she desperately hoped was loaded and turned on them, pointing it with unsteady hands.

“T-Th-That’s f-fuckin’ enough…” She sobbed, her hands trembling so bad she was afraid she would drop the gun as her finger lightly gripped the trigger. Nico chuckled and said, “Can you even see straight to do it in one shot, mi Amor?”

“Do you want to f-fucking test me, Nico?” She said, her voice trembling though she was quite confident in her skill. Nico smirked and cocked his head to Sara and said, “Sara, go down to Diego’s and get some food. We’re gonna need it.”

Sara glanced at her brother, giving him a look before looking back at Harper. “You think I’m leaving you alone with this stupid bitch? Que loco, Nico.” She said. Nico turned to her and said, “Sara, fucking get your skinny ass down there!”

He gave her a stern look, though his lips pricked up in a small smirk, and said, “And make sure they get the order right. Take your time.”

Sara pushed him away and turned, whipping her hair in his face and swiped her phone and keys off the table as she walked out the door. Nico turned back to Harper and said, “Put down the gun, Harp.”

“No! Fuck you!” She shouted, cocking the gun to show she wouldn’t listen. Nico took a step closer as he said, “You think if you kill me that they won’t go after Kacey? The Alvarez’ don’t die easy. It takes a perfect shot to the head to do it. Just ask Esai.”

Harper seethed as her hands shook even more. “I wasn’t fucking involved in that! I loved Esai like a fucking brother!” She yelled.

“And yet you’re sleeping with the man who made it happen,” Nico said, getting closer. “Put the fucking gun down, Harper. Now.”

Harper clung to the weapon, not sure she’d ever get this chance again, but she finally, still reluctantly, lowered and uncocked it. “Now, put it back where you found it.” He said. Harper took a breath, cursing her next movement as she turned her back to him, setting the gun back in its place. The second her hand left the gun, she felt Nico’s fingers dig into her hair, grabbing a fistful and throwing her across the room, to the couch.

“Now you’re gonna regret not giving us your sister.” Nico spat. Harper closed her eyes, wincing at the pain from everything. They shot open when she heard Nico’s belt buckle clink, widening in shock and fear.

“Nico. Nico-”

“Keep your fucking mouth shut. You know what you are, baby? A goddamn biker whore.” Nico said, rushing at her as she made her move to try and run. He grabbed her and pinned her down with one hand, while the other ripped down the shorts she wore. Harper whimpered and clawed at him. “And now, you’re going to get treated like one.”

“Nico, don’t do this!” She screamed, struggling under him. Another backhand from him silenced her. Even if he had held his hand over her mouth, she still wouldn’t have made a sound.

~

The week went by quickly without Harper, knowing where she was and not knowing what was happening to her. Kacey was distraught for three days, refusing to leave the house. Opie and Gemma made sure she had everything she needed, not knowing how long it was going to last. But as day four, turned to five, Kacey’s distress steadily turned into anger as she finally managed to climb out of the whiskey bottle she had been hiding in. Trying to bury her feelings in hopes that this was all just some messed up dream. But as reality eventually set in, Kacey was forced to pick herself up. Saving her pity party for a more convenient time as she threw herself right into the middle of trying to come up with a plan to save Harper.

And while Opie, Jax, and Gemma were more than supportive, happy just to finally see her out of the house and sober for the first time in nearly a week...Clay was a little less than thrilled. Especially by her impromptu sit-ins on any club meeting Kacey thought might contain discussion about her sister, which in turn only lead to more arguments and tension among the clubhouse.

Gemma did her best to keep things neutral with Clay, but with Kacey on the warpath, and Jax only adding fuel to the fire, she didn’t know how much longer it was going to last before somebody pulled a stupid stunt and managed to get hurt...Or worse.

“We have got to get this shit sorted out…” Gemma muttered to herself as she took another drag from her cigarette as the muffled argument between Clay, Jax and Kacey escalated behind the closed doors of the Chapel.

“Hm...And how do you propose we do that?” Opie spoke up as he set his beer down the bartop, turning his attention to Gemma who shook her head as she allowed another drag of smoke to trail past her lips slowly.

“Hell if I fuckin’ know...But if they don’t figure something out, and soon, I’m afraid your lil girlfriend is gonna give Clay a Goddamn coronary.” Opie snorted with a laugh but nodded his head in agreement, knowing Gemma was more than right.

“Yeah...She can be a bit, difficult, sometimes.” Opie added.

“Sometimes?” Gemma scoffed with a smirk. “Baby, that girl could bring down an entire nation if you pissed her off enough. I don’t envy you the first time you really piss her off.” She chuckled as she reached over to pat Opie’s cheek. “You’ve got yourself a good one, Ope.”

“Thanks, Gem.” Opie finished just as Clay came storming out of the Chapel, muttering to himself angrily as he headed for the front door. Kacey the next to emerge in a rage as she stormed off towards the dorms; leaving Jax who approached the bar, rubbing his forehead as he waved Half-Sack down for a beer.

“This is a fuckin’ disaster.” Jax sighed heavily as he leaned his hands against the bar. “If Clay would just listen--”

“I know, Baby.” Gemma kissed his cheek lightly as she moved around the bar. “But we’re gonna figure it out. And don’t you worry about Clay...I’ll deal with him. There’s gotta be somethin’ we’re missin’ that we could use to get Harper back. We just need to dig a little deeper.”

Jax let out a soft sigh as he took a large gulp from his beer, sliding onto a barstool next to Opie. Gemma combed back his hair a little before taking off to check on Kacey, mainly to make sure she wasn’t diving head first into another bottle of whiskey. Opie planted a firm hand on Jax’s back and leaned forward on the bar.

“How are you holding up, man?” Opie asked. Jax shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.

“How are you supposed to deal with something like this, Ope?” Jax asked, softly before turning to look at him. “I mean, who knows what the fuck that bastard is doing to her!”

“She’s very strong-willed, Jax. She can hold her own.” Opie said. Jax shook his head and took another drink, draining half of it.

“Not against Nico. Did you see the way he fucking looked at her? He wanted to kill her, Opie.” Jax said.

“Hey. Don’t think like that. You start thinking like that and everything goes to shit.” Opie said, sternly. “We’ll get her back Jax.”

While he wanted to believe it was true, there was no light that Jax could see at the end of this unbelievably fucked up tunnel. In his mind, there was one way, and one way only, that he would ever have the chance to have Harper back in his arms, and it surprised him at just how ready he was to do it.

~

While the rape was a one-time occurrence, the beatings became regular, Harper becoming little more than a slave. Nico and Sara both seemed to take pleasure out of seeing the bruises on her face, her split lips and bruised arms. Whenever she dropped something or wasn’t quick enough in getting him what he wanted, a swift backhand was all he did, keeping him satisfied enough. At night, when he got drunk or had a bad run or whatever bullshit excuse he gave, he beat her. Sometimes just a few slaps before passing out, sometimes it lasted several minutes. Only once did Sara take full vengeance on the sister, slicing her up so bad they had to call the club medic to the house, Nico paying him off so it didn't get back to Alvarez. Though Nico already had the excuse of Harper falling off his bike on the highway.

Alvarez checked in on Harper often and Nico meticulously planned his beatings, making sure she was healed enough to use the falling excuse and Alvarez bought it. But it soon became too much for Harper and she decided to speak up in his presence, knowing Nico wouldn’t hit her until after he had left.

“Tío. What brings you here?” Nico asked, letting Marcus in, closing the door behind him.

“I wanted to stop by. I’m heading out to Lodi.” Marcus said, glancing around for Harper. Nico knew he really came by to make sure Harper was still alive, so he called out for her.

“Harper! Marcus is here!” Within seconds, Harper hustled down the hallway and gave Marcus a half smile. Marcus returned it in kind and lifted her chin, inspecting the new bruises she had.

“Those look bad, chica. Fall down again?” he questioned, raising his eyebrow, the excuse beginning to wear thin. Harper glanced over his shoulder at Nico, who had taken out his knife and played with it, his eyes never leaving her. Harper looked at Marcus and said, “I’m fine.”

Marcus nodded and released her chin, beginning to turn away, but Harper stopped him. “How is Alejandro?” She asked, making him turn back to her. “I-I couldn’t help but notice I haven’t seen him around lately.”

Marcus glanced at Nico and said, “You haven’t heard? Alejandro got shot by some fuckin’ Niners...Right after you left, actually.”

Harper’s lips skewed in a smirk as Nico took a step toward her. “Really? Cause from what I remember-”

“Harper, shut the fuck up.” Nico hissed. Marcus glanced at him and said, “Why don’t you shut your mouth, Nico, and let her finish.”

Nico stepped back, ready to bolt, as Harper continued, “The last time I saw him, was when I put a bullet in his head when he tried to rape Kacey.”

“You’re fuckin’ dead, you bitch!” Nico screamed, charging at her. Marcus turned and caught him by his Kutte and gave him a rough shake.

“What happened to the Niner, then, Nico?! You told me that stupid chato got a bullet in him too! That they took Alejandro when they killed him!” Marcus shouted.

“She’s a lying whore, Padríno! She’s a fucking liar!” Nico shouted as Marcus shoved him back, crashing into the table behind him.

“If I’m lying then why do I know you paid off the LKQ junkman to let him bury the body there?! Dangerously close to where we met you two weeks ago!” Harper shouted. Nico chucked his knife at her, which Harper easily avoided as Marcus grabbed him by his Kutte again and dragged him to the door.

“Well, we’re gonna see if she’s lying, aren’t we?” Marcus said. He turned to Harper and said, “Stay in the house, Harper. We’ll be back.”

Nico pitched a fit the whole way as Marcus dragged his nephew to his car and shoved him in. Harper waited until the tires squealed, Marcus peeling out of the driveway before she tore through the house looking for one of Nico’s burners and dialed the clubhouse, a number she thankfully memorized, not knowing if Kacey would be able to pick up. As the phone continued to ring, she slowly began to lose hope that anyone would answer and she only had a short window to get ahold of someone. Finally, the line picked up, not bothering to wait to see who it was, she screamed, “Let me talk to Kacey! Or Jax! Or Gemma! It’s Harper! Please, please let me talk to them!”

“Harper!? Hey, it’s Half-Sack, hold o-Jesus, Kacey, alright, alright!” There was fumbling before Kacey was on the phone shouting, “Harper!? Is that really you!?”

Harper instantly began sobbing as she smiled and nodded. “Yes! Yes! Kacey!?” She cried. Clutching the phone she sunk to the floor and sobbed.

“Where are you, Harper?! We’ll come get you!” Kacey said. Harper shook her head and said, “No, don’t. I mean not here. I’m at Nico’s. We-I have to get out first.”

“Well, you have to get out of Oakland! Where can we meet you?!” Kacey asked. Harper sniffed and wiped her face as she said, “I-I don’t know. I-I’ll find a way to get out. Um, what-what about Lodi? Have-have Jax reach out to the Bastards. Nowhere near LKQ. I-I told Marcus about Alejandro.”

There was a moment of silence where Harper’s heart dropped and she looked at the phone to make sure Kacey hadn’t hung up. “Kacey?” She asked.

“You-You told M-Nico didn't hurt you?!” Kacey screamed.

“No! Marcus grabbed him and they just left. Kacey, I need to leave now.” Harper said, beginning to shake.

“Okay, Harp-Yeah...Yeah. I’ll tell her, Jax. Harper?” Kacey called.

“I’m still here!”

“Okay, listen. I’m going to text you. Jax said to go to the Grim Bastards clubhouse in Lodi. Just go. I’ll text you. When you get somewhere safe, check it and meet us there!” She said. Harper sighed and nodded.

“Okay. I-I’m gonna leave now. T-T.O. knows I’m gonna be there? I’ll have to steal Nico’s bike!” Harper said.

“Harp, don’t worry! We’ll tell them! Just go!” Harper left the number of Nico’s burner and began to search around for the keys to his bike. As she grabbed them and turned, Sara stepped out from the bathroom, arms crossed and smirking.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She asked, with a sneer. Harper took a step back, bumping into the counter.

“Just let me go, Sara, You got what you wanted!” Harper said. Slipping a hand behind her, she felt around the counter for anything she could use to hit her. Her fingers closed around the handle of a knife and held it tight.

“Oh, no. I think you’re much better off here, mamí. Besides, if you run, we’re going to find you.” All the while she spoke, she inched her way closer and closer to Harper, until she was just within reach. Harper shifted, all pain replaced by adrenaline, she spat at Sara, “Well, I’d second guess that if I were you.”

Before she let Sara say anything else, she lunged at her, sinking the knife into her shoulder. Sara screamed and dropped, Harper rolling off her and shooting out the door. She didn't bother with the helmet, if she got picked up, she could still get away from Nico. She started the bike and took off, trying to figure out a way out of Oakland and on the highway to Lodi without being caught; By cop or Mayan.

~

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Welcome To The Neighborhood Chapter 7

A/N: YO I totally forgot yesterday was Monday? But here’s chapter 7 of mine and @badwolf-in-the-impala‘s collab! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Depictions of violence, Gun violence, angst

Words: 5,745

Moodboard by @badwolf-in-the-impala, none of the pictures are ours

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That day, Harper called in sick to work, one of the reasons she was up so early. Kacey was already set to do the same, but Harper convinced her to go to her shift at the bar and the garage. She wasn’t the one who was hurt and Kacey made her promise she’d go and see Gemma then stop by the clubhouse after her shift. Harper promised and even let Kacey take her truck to work. One Kacey left, Harper took a shower, carefully rewrapping the bandages on her hands, then made her way down the street to Gemma’s. Instead of knocking, all the adrenaline gone and her knuckles rather sore now, she rang the doorbell, causing a very confused Gemma to answer it.

“Oh, Harper. Hey, Baby. What are you doing here? I thought you worked the breakfast shift today?” Gemma asked, stepping aside to let Harper in. Harper made sure to keep her hair down and her jacket zipped up, not even taking off her sunglasses off until she stepped past Gemma with her back to her. Once Gemma shut the door, Harper tossed her curls over her shoulder and unzipped her jacket as she turned to Gemma, as she turned from the door. She began to say something else, but stopped when she saw the bruise on her cheek, fingermarks on her neck and her bloodshot eyes from barely being able to sleep all night, not to mention the ungodly hour at which she got up for the day. “Oh...My God, Harper. Sweetheart, what happened?”

Harper gave a soft laugh as Gemma came over to her, cupping her face, gently, and pushing her hair back to examine her neck, gingerly taking her bandaged hands. “Um...I kind of had a run in with mine and Kacey’s exes yesterday?” She said, looking up at Gemma from the floor she was fixed on. Gemma blinked and said, “Who? Sweetheart, we can have the guys here in a matter of minutes. They can-”

“No! Gemma. No. No, I, uh…” Fear shot through her at the mere thought of the club getting involved. Gemma blinked, confused, as Harper gathered herself before she became completely undone and said, “Um...Listen, Gem, I think we need to talk…”

~

Harper laid everything out to Gemma; Their past, their exes, their involvement with the Mayans, and the most crucial detail, the fact that Kacey beat the shit out of Alvarez’s niece, unknowingly, but still. While Harper spoke, not even bothering to touch her mug of coffee that Gemma gave her, Gemma watched the sister, intently. She made her snide comments about Sara, ‘Dumb bitch’, ‘Stupid slut’ to name a few. And when Harper was done, ending her story with how she told Jax and that Kacey had told Opie, a silence settled on the women, Harper scared for her life while Gemma seemed to be cool and calm. Finally, a small smirk spread across Gemma’s face as she took a sip of her coffee and cleared her throat.

“Harper, what happened in your past doesn’t mean we won’t protect you any less,” Gemma said. “I mean, it would have been nice to know what we were getting into, but none of that matters right now. What matters is keepin’ you girls safe and makin’ sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Harper sighed and nodded, running her hands through her hair before bracing her hands against her scalp and staring at the table as she leaned on her elbows. “If I just picked a shop in like...Lodi or something...It all would have been kept quiet and no one would have found out...Fuck, I’ve probably ruined our birthday now, too…” She said. Gemma tsk’d at her and smiled, putting a hand on her arm and giving it a small shake.

“Oh, come on, now. I’m sure nothing is ruined.” Gemma said, making Harper give a small smile. “When are your birthdays?”

Harper sat back and chuckled, scratching her head before looking at her and saying, “Um, next week. We’re actually Irish Twins. A year to the day.”

Gemma blinked and said, “Well...that explains a lot.”

Harper gave a soft snort and chuckled. She shrugged and grabbed her mug, finally taking a sip off the, now cold, coffee and said, “Well, I just wanted to get her something nice for her bike and now…” Harper sighed and leaned on the table, hand shoved into her hair as she cradled the coffee cup close to her. “Everything has turned to shit.”

Gemma chuckled and said, “No, it’s not shit.”

Gemma chuckled and stood, going to the kitchen to make another pot of coffee. Harper followed her as Gemma continued, “We can have a party still. We can have it at the clubhouse.” She turned to Harper, who had an eyebrow raised in surprise at the suggestion. Gemma continued, “That way, if the Mayans or your exes try to get payback, then we’ll all be in a safer place. The guys will be there and we can close up the garage for the day if we have to.”

“Oh, Gemma….You-you really don’t have to do that. That’s a little much-” Gemma cut her off with a wave of her hand and shook her head, saying, “It’s nothing, baby. Anything for my future daughter in law.”

Gemma chuckled while Harper was left to do so, rather awkwardly, not entirely sure how her and Jax’s future really looked. But she played it off, not that she had to play it up much, as Gemma whisked by her to grab a notepad and begin to scribble down the supplies they would need to throw hers and Kacey’s party.

~

It was around 2 o’clock that afternoon when Kacey finally finished with her first shift at the bar, not at all ready for her next shift over at the garage. She heaved a sigh as she plopped down on one of the couches across the room from the bar, completely exhausted from the previous nights' events and being up so early; wanting nothing more at that moment than to go home and take a nap. But she still had to wait for Harper.

“You alright?” Opie chuckled as he moved her legs so he could take a seat beside her, placing her legs across his lap as he began to massage one of her calves gently, earning a groan of approval from Kacey.

“Yeah…” She replied, sitting up a little against the arm of the couch. “Just tired...and I still have my shift over at the garage still.” Kacey groaned and rubbed a hand across her face. “I would kill for a nap right about now.”  

“What times your next shift?” Opie asked curiously, ignoring the influx of noise as Tig and a few of the other guys rolled in to grab a beer; laughing about something.

“4…and only because I promised to cover for Juice’s dumb ass.” Kacey sighed with a small pout that made Opie chuckle softly as he leaned over to press a kiss against her lips. A low whistle came from the bar, making the pair break apart and turn.

“Oi, oi, oi! There’ll be none ‘o that!” Chibs called with a laugh.

“I was actually rather intrigued…” Tig joked with a coy smile. “Please, don’t stop on our account.” He motioned to the rest of the guys at the bar as Kacey rolled her eyes and sat back against the couch.

“In your fuckin’ dreams, Trager,” Opie called back as the room erupted in a brief fit of laughter before dying off as everyone returned to their beers as Opie turned his attention back to Kacey. “You still got an hour or so before your next shift…”

“And?” Kacey arched a brow at him curiously.

“And, I have a room…” Opie added in a low tone as he inched his hand up her thigh a little with a smirk. “I’m sure we can fit that nap in somewhere.” Kacey rolled her eyes at the implication and punched his arm, but otherwise left his hand where it sat on her upper thigh as she gave him a playful grin. A small squeal leaving her lips a few seconds later as Opie stood and snatched her off the couch as he started for the hall, the whole room suddenly filled with hoops and hollers.

“Watch out boys,” Piney said with a gruff laugh as he watched the pair pass by. “Looks like I’m about to get my first Grandkid!” The whole bar erupted in laughter again at the joke, as well as Opie yelling from down the hall at his dad before slamming the door to his room shut behind them. “Jesus, Pop!”

Piney let out a chuckle before going back to his beer and talking with the guys.

~

While Opie and Kacey cuddled and fell asleep, Opie having come out to ask his father to wake them for the start of Kacey’s shift, Harper showed up, quietly slipping into the clubhouse and going to the bar. She sat down and asked Half-Sack for a shot, or two. As she sat alone and quiet, not really wanting to get into any conversation about her scrapes with the guys, she looked up as Jax walked in from the garage, shrugging off his oil-stained work shirt. He stopped when he saw Harper sitting at the bar. She chewed her lip and looked down at the un-drunk shot sitting in front of her. Jax set the shirt aside, swapping it for his Kutte and went to her.

“Hey.” He said, softly, with a light smile. Harper glanced at him and gave a half smile.

“Hey.” She said, back. Jax slid his hand under her chin, turning her face toward him to check on her bruises. While she flinched, initially, at his movement, she allowed him to move her head and look, though her anxiety was growing rapidly as Jax was doing it around the guys. No one but the four of them and Gemma knew, and Harper had made sure to swear Gemma to secrecy until they were able to tell everyone all at once. Harper moved her chin from his grasp and turned away. Jax sighed and said, “How are you feeling?”

Harper gave a soft scoff and said, “Tired as hell.” She looked at him and quickly looked away again as she said, “I didn't really sleep last night…”

“Harper, I would have stayed, babe.” He said. Harper chuckled and shook her head.

“It wouldn’t have helped if they had shown up.” She said, looking back up at him once more. When Jax blinked, his brows furrowing together in confusion, she said, “Yeah. Um, Nico said they knew where we were. Alvarez saw us that day and...I guess he had his people do some digging...And they found us.”

Jax took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as not to freak Harper out the way he was. He shifted closer to her, sliding a hand around her waist, and said, “Okay, Harper, listen. I’m gonna take you home and you’re gonna pack a-”

Harper shook her head and downed her shot before she stood and said, “No. Jax. Keeping us on lockdown won’t help. They’ll still know to come here and then they’ll end up shooting up the clubhouse and we’ll have put everyone at risk.”

“Then...Half-Sack can stay with you. Harper, I’m not okay with letting you out there alone, right now.” Jax said. He lifted a hand to cup her cheek, moving a little closer, but Harper moved away from him.

“Listen, Jax. I have to go. Um...If you see Kacey let her know I stopped by and-and I’m okay.” She said, slipping her bag over her head, settling it across her chest. As she made her way to the door, Jax tailed her, trying to stop her.

“Hey. Harper. Baby, just talk to me.” Jax said, gently taking her upper arm. Harper turned to him, stepping closer and whispering, “Jax. Can we not do this here? I’m not trying to announce to the entire fucking club that we dated Mayans, okay? If you want to talk...Just…”

Harper shook her head and held up her hand, shaking it as well to wave him off. She deeply didn't want to continue this conversation, in fact, she was prepared to pack up and move on to the next town, but they had grown to like the life they were starting to build here. Despite being so close to their past, being in Charming made them feel miles away. Harper shook her head and turned on her heel, walking back out to her bike. Jax sighed and stayed in the doorway as he watched Harper start her bike and ride off the lot.

~

Throughout the next week, Harper made little appearances at the clubhouse, making sure to call ahead and see if Jax was around. With her bruises and cuts still healing, she didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to her just yet. While Kacey began to settle with her feelings and relationship with Opie, Harper began to question hers with Jax. Harper always protected her sister and if she had the power, she would make sure Alvarez saw their score as settled and left Kacey alone even at Harper’s expense. The week came and went and Gemma had everything planned for the sister's party that Saturday. Friday morning, Kacey jetted off to her shift at the garage while Harper lounged at home, enjoying a day off.

As she finished doing her nails, unplugging her LED dryer and putting everything away, a knock came at the door. For a split second, her heart dropped, petrified that it was a ploy, but she quickly pushed those feelings aside as she grabbed her gun, cocking it before she left her bedroom. Pressing the muzzle flush against the door, she cracked it, surprised to see Jax turn and step onto the porch, as he had started for his bike. He gave her a small smile, slowly making his way back to the door.

“Hey, Jax,” Harper said, setting her gun down on the side table before opening the door for him. Jax pushed open the door and walked in, closing it behind him, as Harper picked up her gun and stashed it on their bookshelf before heading into the kitchen and grabbed two mugs. She poured the coffee in silence, Jax taking a seat at the table to wait for her. She went to the table and sat across from him, sliding his mug of coffee over to him. He gave her a smile and took it, taking a sip, while Harper’s just sat there, untouched.

“How are your hands?” He asked. Harper slid her hands over the wood and gave him a smile as he slid his fingers over her nearly healed cuts. She chewed her lip and pulled them back as she said, “All healed.”

She picked up her mug and took a sip before sitting back. Jax sighed and said, “Harper, come on. You have to talk to me...You’ve been avoiding me all week.”

Harper sighed and stood, taking a few steps away toward the counter, before turning back and leaning against it, crossing her arms. “There’s nothing more to talk about.” She said. “You know my past.”

She gave a small shrug and added, “What more is there?”

Jax scoffed and stood as he said, “Maybe the comment about us not being able to work out long term? If you felt that way to begin with, what the hell have we been even doing the last few months?”

Harper’s eyes filled with tears as she looked away from him. “I...Was just trying to fool myself into thinking it was real.” She said. “None of my relationships ever worked out before, so...Why should this one be any different?”

“Because I care about you? I love you?” Jax said, moving closer to her, cupping her cheek and making her face him. His other hand slid around her hip while one of her hands gripped his shirt, the other latched onto his arm. She shook her head as she tried to fight the tears, but ultimately lost. “Is it because of Nico? That’s why you’re afraid of this?”

Harper sighed and pushed him away, moving from her spot into the living room, where she crossed her arms and kept her back to him. “I’m n-not scared, Jax. I-” She sighed and bit her lip. “I know it won’t work out. I’ve dated biker boys before and they’re all selfish and never wanted me for anything more than a pretty old lady and sex…”

Jax came up behind her, slipping his arms around her and holding her back against him as he nuzzled her hair. “I never wanted you for that, Harp. You’re worth more than that.” He said softly. Harper closed her eyes and let a small smile spread across her face, as she slid her hands over his and leaned into his touch. She couldn’t deny she loved the way he made her feel, but she refused to believe it could be anything real.

“It’s never worked, Jax...What makes us any different?” Harper asked, her voice breaking slightly as she gave a soft sniffle. Jax turned her toward him and cupped her cheek, pulling her closer.

“Because I love you, Harper.” Before he let her say another word, his lips claimed hers and he held her close, sliding his hand from her cheek into her hair. Harper let out a soft whimper as she slid her hands up his chest and wound her arms around his neck, trying to deepen the kiss. Jax pulled his hand from her hair and wrapped both arms around her waist, lifting her. Harper lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist as Jax tugged down the shoulder of her shirt, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. Harper sighed and tilted her head back as she pushed his Kutte down, off one arm at a time until it dropped to the floor. Jax felt around for her doorknob, twisting it and pushing open the door.

Jax laid her on the bed and tore off his button up and T-shirt while Harper tugged her shirt over her head and wiggled out of her jeans. Jax hovered over her, kissing her again as his hand slid down her side, hooking behind her knee and pulling her under him even more. Harper sighed and tilted her head back as Jax began to kiss down her neck, wrapping a strong arm around her.

“Jax-” Harper breathed softly. Jax pulled away and unbuckled his belt, pushing down his jeans and boxers. Harper scooted back onto the bed and Jax climbed on, inserting himself between her legs. Harper slid her fingers over his beard then his cheeks, tears still in her eyes she smiled, lightly at him and said, “I love you.”

Jax smiled and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply before he laid her back against the pillows, pulling her panties down, slowly.

~

Kacey was more than a little excited the next day as they rolled up to the club for the party, backing their bikes into their usual spots before climbing off and heading inside. It had been a very long time since she and Harper had a decent birthday bash, so when found out Gemma’s plan to throw them a party, she was more than on board. Especially since it would be a nice distraction from all the other bullshit going on in their lives right now.

Kacey had to reign in her excitement as she all but bounced across the lot to the clubhouse, ready to get her drink on and have a good time. Harper shaking her head at her sister’s antics as they reached the door. “Jesus, Kay, you’d think we’ve never had a party before.” She chuckled lightly.

“Well, it’s been a good long while since we’ve had a decent one at least,” Kacey replied. “So excuse me for being excited.”

Harper chuckled and shook her head, calling out to Half-Sack for a beer and two shots. If her sister intended on doing this, they were going to do it right. Taking the shots, the sisters held them up, in a toast, smiling at each other as they said, “Yay, sisters.” And downed their shots.

Once those glasses hit the bar, everything went off. Gemma walked in with Clay, Tig, and Chibs, the three men grabbing the girls and hoisting them into the air, hooting and hollering, as the sisters screamed and laughed, shouting at them to put them down. Gemma chuckled and slid a hand over Clay’s shoulder, silently telling him to listen to them. The girls were set down only to be mauled by Tig and Chibs hugging them, slinging their arms around their necks and calling for more shots.

“Hey, now,” Gemma said, giving them a look as she set her bag down on the bar, taking a seat. “Let’s not get too wild with the shots just yet.”

Kacey gave a small pout at Gemma’s comment. “Aw, C'mon...I’m not getting governed already, am I?!” She whined. “I’ll keep my clothes on this time...I mean, I make no promises, but I’ll try--”

“Jesus, Kacey!” Harper laughed. “Can we have one birthday where Taz does not make an appearance?”

Harper chuckled and shook her head, climbing back into her seat as she nursed her beer.

“Hey, the streaking incident was one time, ok! One time!” Kacey replied with a playful glare directed at her sister. Harper snorted and said, “Just because it wasn’t our birthday…”

Chibs let out a wolf whistle and said, “Yeh’ve been a naughty lit’le one, ‘aven’t yeh?” As he slipped an arm around her shoulders with a chuckle.

“Oh, Chibby...you don’t know the half of it.” Kacey chuckled as she patted his chest, trying to put on her best innocent expression before slipping out of his grasp, Harper simply rolling her eyes as she watched her sister skip over to Opie.

“‘Christ, ye lucky bastard.” Chibs shook his head as Opie let out a laugh before leaning down to kiss Kacey; wishing her a happy birthday. As he held Kacey closer, he looked up at Harper and smirked, saying, “And happy birthday to you too, Harper.”

Harper tilted her beer to him and chuckled. With a wink, she said, “Thank you, Opie.”

Tig put an arm around Harper’s neck and said, “So, Gem, baby, what’s the plan? Just a cookout? No fights, no competitive drinking? C’mon! Where’s the fun in that?”

“It’s not a party for you, Tig,” Opie said, causing a laugh from everyone else. Tig made a face, mocking Opie, then started chatting with Harper and Juice, as he joined from chapel, sitting next to Harper at the bar.

Kacey leaned over, catching Tig’s attention and motioning for him to lean closer. “Between you and me…” She stared. “I see no reason to veto the competitive drink.” Harper groaned as she overheard the comment. “Hey! I bet I could take him; easy.” Kacey added, directing it towards her sister.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Tig chuckled. Harper shook her head and slid off her seat as she said, “Good Lord. Okay! Gemma. Can we get the fuckin’ grills going?”

Gemma chuckled and said, “Clay and Piney are gonna get those started once Jax and Bobby get back with the meats.” She got off her stool and held out a hand toward her, waving her over. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some of the appetizers ready.”

Harper polished off her drink and set the empty bottle on the bar, going to Gemma. They put their arms around each other as they marched off to the kitchen, Gemma tossing a look over her shoulder at Clay, to which he nodded and chuckled, patting a hand on Piney’s chest and said, “Let’s go, old man. We’ve gotta hunt down the goddamn charcoal. Jax and Bobby should be back soon.”

Piney chuckled and finished his drink, kissing Kacey’s cheek and offering the sisters a happy birthday, he stood and followed Clay out of the clubhouse.

~

By the time Jax and Bobby got back, unloading the bags from the van, Juice jumping in to help, Kacey and Tig were already on their 4th drink within the hour and showed no signs of stopping. Harper was in the kitchen cutting up fruits and veggies when Jax walked in.

“Hey, Mom,” Jax said, setting his bags down. Gemma turned to him and smiled, wiping off her hands before she kissed his cheek and dug through the bags.

“Did you get everything?” She asked, setting out the cupcakes and cookies before she grabbed the ground beef, taking it over to the stove. Jax chuckled and nodded as he said, “Yeah, Mom. It’s all in there. Everything on your list.”

He scooted through the small kitchen, over to Harper. He slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, kissing her slowly when she giggled and turned to him. “Hi.” He said. “Happy birthday.”

Harper chuckled and said, “Hi. Thank you.”

“What are you making over here?” Jax asked, sliding both arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder. Harper giggled and shrugged him off as she said, “I’m making fruit salad and a veggie plate and your mom is fixing some chili.”

Jax glanced over at the huge, tall pot that sat bubbling on the stove and said, “Ooh, you are in for some spice, babe. Have you had Gemma’s chili before?”

“No. This is the first time.” Gemma said, giving her son a look and a smirk. “I thought it was only right that they have it at their party for the first time.”

Jax chuckled and kissed Harper’s cheek again as he let go of her waist. “I’ll see you later, babe. I’ve gotta help set some stuff up.” He said. Harper turned to him and smiled as he kissed her again. She slid her fingers over his cheek and kissed him again, softly, before he and Bobby left. Juice popped in to bring the last bag of groceries in, then the two women were left alone. Gemma glanced at her as she quietly cut up the watermelon and she said, “How are things going with you two?”

Harper glanced at her and gave a small sigh. “Good, I suppose.” She said. “He, um, stayed at the house last night, so…”

Gemma chuckled and said, “Well, that’s good. I noticed you kind of stayed away from the clubhouse this week.” She wiped her hands and moved a little closer to her, leaning a hand on the counter, she said, “Did you guys talk?”

Harper nodded and gave a small smile. “Yeah. We talked. Everything is fine now.” Harper said. Before Gemma could probe any further, Kacey swung around the corner, teetering a little. Both Gemma and Harper turned, with a smirk, and watched the younger Calhoun as she swayed and giggled.

“Harper! There you are.” She giggled, taking a few steps into the kitchen, then those same steps right out. Just before she fell backward, Tig showed up behind her and caught her.

“Whoa. Hang on there, princess.” Tig chuckled. Harper shook her head and looked at Tig, saying, “You let her get that drunk? Sober her up, will you? I really don’t wanna have to chase her through the streets again.”

Gemma chuckled and shook her head, going back to her chili as Kacey said, rather offended, “Hey!...That was one time...And I’m not drunk...Not yet.” Another giggle passed her lips as Tig led her back over to the bar, this time calling for a glass of water. Gemma gave the pot a quick stir then went to Harper, taking the bowl and knife from her. She nodded out to the bar and said, “Go on, sweetheart. I can finish this up. Go have some fun.”

~

The party went off without a hitch; There were drinking and games, a few fights for money broke out, but otherwise, it was just like any other SAMCRO shindig they had been to. Gemma made sure the girls knew about everything that was going to happen, but one. When everything seemed to settle, everyone snuggling up with their old ladies or a beer, or just hunkered by the firepits and talked, Gemma brought out a beautiful three-layered German Chocolate cake, Clay following behind and motioning for people to start singing. Harper sat in Jax’s lap, Kacey snuggled up next to Opie. When the singing started, both sisters jumped and turned, Harper turning a little flush as the singing got louder and Gemma brought the cake over to them. Jax and Opie pulled the girls up off the couch and stood behind them, singing along, as Gemma set the cake down on the table.

Just before the girls blew out their candles, an engine revving caught everyone’s attention and before they could react, three pickups burst through the gate, as they drifted into the lot, at least 4 men in each bed, they stood and pulled out their guns, beginning to fire. All at once, everyone scrambled, they had already begun to scurry into the clubhouse once the gate got broken down, but many were still caught in the crossfire as the club shot back, hitting a few of them. Jax and Opie pushed the girls over the couch, shouting for Gemma and Clay to get them inside. As Gemma grabbed their hands, pulling them over to the door, Kacey stumbled over one of the benches and went down. She quickly popped back up, making the mistake of glancing over at the trucks. She immediately locked eyes with Bastien as he smirked at her, aiming his gun right for her and firing. Kacey scrambled around, trying to avoid any bullets. Just as she got to the door, she felt a searing pain in her shoulder and her leg. She went down and Harper yanked her sister inside, holding her close as she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the gunfire to end. Tears seeped through her closed eyes as Kacey clung to her, screaming for Opie and Jax.

Finally, the shooting stopped and the sound of tires squealing echoed throughout the lot as the trucks took off. Half the club ran after them, trying to take down as many shooters as they could,

while the other half hauled the dead Mayans into the garage. Harper opened her eyes as Kacey was ripped from her arms. She started to shout at whoever took her, but she was hauled up herself, being crushed by Jax’s arms. She clung to him and burst into tears, Kacey burying her face in Opie’s chest and doing the same.

“Hey, hey. Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Jax whispered in her ear, though his voice broke more than once as he did so. Harper shook her head and said, “This-This is all my fault. Jax, I’m so sorry!”

Harper sobbed into his chest as Jax called out to Clay, asking if anyone was hurt. There were a few members that had taken a bullet to an arm or a leg, but nothing serious. Jax sighed and kept Harper close, turning to ask Gemma if she was okay, but his words were lost as Kacey screamed, the pain suddenly hitting her and her leg giving out on her. Opie caught her and picked her up carefully, bringing her into chapel and setting her on the table. Harper pushed Jax’s hands away and hurried to her side, gripping her hand and crying. She looked over her sister as Opie cut away the pant leg that was soaked in blood. Chibs was on the other side of the table, pressing a towel to Kacey’s arm.

“What-What happened?!” Harper shouted through her tears.

“Dinna worry yerself, lass,” Chibs said, flashing a quick, reassuring smile. “No bullets. It only grazed her. She should be jus’ fine. Juicy! I need more towels, laddie!”

Harper shook her head and let out a choked sob, squeezing her eyes shut and pressed their clasped hands to her forehead. She looked at her sister and said, “Kacey, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Kacey sniffed and shook her head, gripping her hand tighter. “Harp, it’s okay.” She sobbed, softly, trying to bear through the pain. Harper sniffed and watched as Opie tore off his Kutte and his shirt, pressing it to her leg, making her hiss in pain. Jax’s hand closed over Harper’s shoulder, his other on her arm, tugging her away.

“Let me go, Jax!” Harper shouted, pushing at his hands. Jax pulled her from the table as Juice rushed over with more towels, asking what else he could do. As Chibs told him what he needed to stitch her up, Harper stared at her sister, bleeding out on the table. Jax took her face and turned her to him.

“Harper. She’s going to be okay. Chibs can stitch her up.” Jax said. Harper shook her head, more tears falling.

“No! No, she-she has to get to a hospital!” Harper shouted, trying to break away from Jax’s grasp to go back to Kacey, but Jax had a strong arm across her shoulder to keep her still.

“Not ta worry, darlin’!” Chibs called, with a smile. “I was a medic in t’e British Army. I can fix her up. Dinna worry.”

Harper let out a soft whimper, wanting to believe him, but was more worried with losing her sister.

“Harp, she’s going to be okay,” Jax said again, a little softer this time. Harper looked at him as he moved his hands from gripping her upper arms and slid them around her waist. “You’ve gotta let them work, baby.”

Harper bit her lip and nodded, letting Jax pull her closer and she rested her head on his chest and cried softly as Juice closed the doors on Chibs’ orders. Gemma came over and led Harper over to one of the couches to sit her down and let her cry while Jax and Clay rallied the rest of the members and went on lockdown, making sure there would be no other attacks that night.

~

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