#jax teller x hale!reader

[chloe-skywalker]

I Know Them Better - Jax Teller

Jax x Fem!Reader

David Hale x Sister!Reader

Warnings: SOA

Word count: 1,942

Summary: Being Hale’s sister and dating Jax is complicated to say the least. Especially when hale doesn’t know about it

Authors Note: First Jax Teller story! So excited for this. There will be more!!!!

Masterlist

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The sun was breaking through the curtains which in return woke Y/n and Jax up slowly.

“Good mornin Darlin.” Jax smirked as he opened his eyes to see Y/n laying there next to him.

“Back atcha handsome.” Y/n smirked back not even opening her eyes, enjoying being in bed with her man. Since they were currently at Y/n’s house they didn’t have to worry about being interpreted or so they thought.

Right when they both were gonna try to go back to sleep there was a loud pounding on Y/n’s front door. Which made both of their eyes open quickly and widely.

“Are you expecting someone?” Jax asked her.

“Not that I know of. Stay here.” Y/n got up and threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts before glancing back at him and she noticed his nervous and apprehensive look. “I’ll yell for you if I need you, my knight with shining motorcycle.” she teased him.

Y/n walked down the hall and headed over to her front door only to see her brother on the other side causing the racket.

“David.” Y/n said his name in shock, why was her brother at her home she thought as she opened the door and greeted him.

“Y/n.” he greeted back as he entered her home.

“So what’s up brother?” Y/n said loud enough for Jax to hear so he knew who it was and to not come out of her room.

“I need you to be careful around town.” David told her as they stood in Y/n’s kitchen.

“Why? What's up?” Y/n furrowed her brows.

“Samcro’s up to something. And I have a bad feeling about it.” Hale told her annoyed at Charmings local Biker group.

“Why do you hate them?” Y/n questioned her brother trying not to sound upset with him for judgment of the Son’s. But it was hard not to, he judged them and doesn’t even know them.

“They’re criminals Y/n.” He told her simply.

“They may not be completely innocent but they also protect the town David. You have to see that.” Y/n tried with David often but it was hard when she had to not let on to her and Jax’s relationship. 

Y/n could see from her spot standing in the kitchen down the hall and saw Jax listening in to their conversation. He just smirked at her.

“Their good deeds don’t outweigh their bad ones.” Hale stated to her before sighing. “Just be careful okay? I don’t want you to get hurt because of them.”

“Okay. I’ll be careful.” y/n nodded along to appease him. But She wasn’t going to stay away from Jax or the club. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you.” David smiled at her gratefully. He sometimes hated that she was still living in Charming, it made it harder to protect her. “Oh I won’t be able to have our normal weekly dinner tonight. I have to work late.”

“Okay, that's fine.” Y/n smiled at him.

“Bye Y/n/n.” Hale hugged her before heading for the door to leave.

“Bye Bro.” Y/n watched him leave before hearing the front door shut.

“Man, he really doesn’t like us huh?” Jax spoke from the entrance to the hallway.

“Not funny.” Y/n rolled her head to look at him. It was hard for Y/n that she essentially had 2 different lives. Y/n was close to her brother and they normally talked about everything but she couldn’t share with him anything about her relationship because he wouldn’t approved.

“Well, since you're not gonna be busy tonight. Why don’t you come to TM. We’re not having a party but we are all gonna be hanging out at the clubhouse. That way you don't have to be alone and get more time together.” Jax suggested walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Jax knew Y/n hated being alone and he’d take any time they could spend together.

“Okay. I don’t like being alone and I miss all the guy’s.” She nodded in agreement looking up at him.

“What about me?” Jax raised a brow teasing her.

“Of course you.” She shook her head with a laugh at his antics, as she headed into the kitchen with Jax on her tail. Y/n grabbed a drink from her fridge as Jax watched her for a moment biting his lip before pushing off of the kitchen wall and leaving the room. Y/n called out at his retreating form. “Where are you going?”

“To pack you a bag.” He called back from down the hall, turning into her bedroom.

“Jax?” Y/n pushed off the counter top to follow him into her room.

“We’re staying the night at the clubhouse.” Jax states.

Y/n raised a brow, she knew all he’d try to pack. She rolled her eyes at his packing taste. “If all your gonna pack is lingerie-”

“I’ll pack other things.” He smiled mischievously.

“Like what?” Y/n asked him with a tilted head, curious to his other thoughts on what to pack.

“Extra of my clothes and you can wear those.” Jax smiled cheekily.

“Hmmm.” Y/n hummed, nodding amused at his answer.

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@ TM  Next Morning

“Aye Lass, Morning.” Chib’s greeted with a nod and a smile upon seeing Y/n exit the dorm hallway.

“Morning.” Y/n greeted the Scottish man with a smile on her lips.

“Hey Darlin, you look good.” Jax looked her up and down as she walked over and he handed her a glass of orange juice.

“Hmmhmm, I’m in your clothes after all.” Y/n hummed smiling up at him knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“You should just wear my stuff from now on.” He smirked with a shrug.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Y/n laughed, and then her phone started ringing.

“Hey, Whats up?” Y/n said answering her phone upon seeing her brothers name flashing on the screen.

“I need you to come down to the station.” David stated cutting to the chase.

“Why?” Y/n asked confused as to why he’d want her down to the police station?

“Just to talk about something. See you soon.” He wouldn’t say over the phone.

“Bye.” Y/n barley got it out before the line went dead.

“I have to go.” Y/n said looking up at Jax with a tight lipped, slightly sad smile. She didn’t want to leave.

“Nooooo. Why?” Jax whined wrapping his arms tighter around her waist as he sat behind her on a stool.

“Sorry, brother calls.” She sighed getting out of his hold and standing up.

“You gonna be okay, lass?” Chibs asked, they all considered Y/n family. She’d been around since her and Jax were in highschool.

“Yeah. Y/n/n. We could come with.” Tig offered fully prepared to back up the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“Nah, I’ll be okay. Brother just probably wants to rant about you guys anyway.” Y/n waved them off.

“You comin back?” Jax asked as he hands her her keys.

“Yeah, I’ll be back. Love you.” She smiled and leans over to kiss his cheek.

“Love you, too.” Jax squeezed her waist before watching her go.

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“Hey. Why’d you need me down here?” Y/n walked into her brother's office shutting the door behind her before she went to sit down across from him.

“The Son’s are planning something. It’s gotta be big because they’ve been having meetings with every rival gang around. Its gonna be big and its gonna get people hurt. If not killed.” David explained to his sister stressing the possible implications of what he believes is to come.

“Maybe they're making deals to protect the town.” Y/n shrugged. She of course knew what was going on, Jax told her things even she shouldn’t know. But she couldn’t tell her brother that.

He shook his head in denial. “They aren’t. I know them. This is going to have a ton of casualties. Their gonna-”

“Stop! Just stop.” Y/n cut him off having had it with his obsession of making them the bad guys. “I know them better than you do. I know exactly what they do and what they were doing. Because unlike you I actually know them, and no I won’t share what is going on with you. Sorry.”

Hale furrowed his brows. “How do you know so much about Samcro?”

“In fact, whose clothes are you wearing?” He spoke up again. David noticed finally that she was wearing a men's shirt way to big for her, what really got him though was that the shirt had a faded “Samcro” printed on the front.

“I’m wearing Jax’s shirt because He’s my boyfriend. Had been for almost a year.” Y/n let out a stressed breath and just came out with her secret relationship that was only a secret to her brother.

“For fuck’s sake!” David let out angrily shaking his head.

“Shut up and listen.” Y/n told him standing up, taking charge of what was going to be said. “They are good guys. They may be in some not so legal shit, but they're good guys. Either give them a chance or back off some. You're stressing yourself out to unhealthy levels when it comes to Samcro.”

Y/n worried sometimes at how stressed the thought of the Son’s made her brother it was so unhealthy for him.

Y/n got up and stormed out of his office and the station. Right now she only wanted to be around the Son’s. Mainly Jax. Her Jax.

Once she got back to TM  Chib’s was the first to notice.

“Jackie boy. Someone's back and she looks stressed.” Chibs called out as he watched Y/n pull in on the faster side and all it took was one look at her body language to know something happened.

“Don’t think that talk went so good.” Juice commented as they all watched Y/n, the girl normally so calm and mostly relaxed acting very agitated and stressed.

“Y/n/n, what's wrong? What happened?” Jax asked as he approached her halfway seeing how stressed she was Jax pulled her into him for a few moment’s knowing his embrace comforted her.

“He knows about the club’s meetings with the rival MC’s, and he knows about us.” Y/n told Jax stepping out of his hold looking up at him. Jax looked shocked when she mentioned their relationship being outed to her brother. Y/n sighed before telling him. “I couldn’t take it anymore. He noticed my shirt as well. I had to tell him. . . I also told him to back off the club. You're all good guys and he’s stressing over it in unhealthy ways.”

Jax cupped the side of her face, he knew how worried she was about her brother finding out about their relationship. With how much he hate’s Jax and the Son's, how could she not worry. “I know you're worried that you’ll lose him because of our relationship. I’m sorry Darlin.”

Y/n gave him a half smile. “On the bright side we don’t have to hide and sneak around anymore.”

“Come on, Darlin. We missed you.” Jax mirrored her half smile. That was a perk of David now knowing, but Jaxx just wanted to cheer her up at the moment.

Jax wrapped his arms around her shoulders and guided her over to where the others were. They were her family to and they’d support her no matter what.

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Feminism: David Hale x Reader (Feat: Jax Teller)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hatersaremymotivators @bennykk @kelpies-shed

Companion piece to Graffiti, Crime Wave, Distraction & Art School

Jax thinks that he was in love with you. The problem is you were bad for the club which meant you were bad for him so he cut you loose. It’s one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do.

Your crime?

Feminism.

You don’t like the way the club treats it’s women and you’re vocal about it, not just to him but to others too. It gets Clay’s back up which is why his President tells him to put you in your place.

“A quick slap will knock that shit right out of her.”  Clay tells him as he puffs on his cigar.

But Jax, he could never raise a hand to you so he does something worse, something  irredeemable. He offers you out to the boys, he makes it clear you’re fair game, free for a fuck. He does it because he knows you’ll never stand for it, that you’ll be out of the door as soon as you realise he’s betrayed you.

“She’s a firecracker when you get her started, pull her hair, choke her a little and she’ll be the sweetest gash you’ll ever have.”

The words taste like poison on his tongue as he looks at you over by the bar, talking to one of the croweaters. You have no idea what’s coming.

It’s Tig that takes a run at you, that puts your hand on his cock and tells you he knows exactly what you like. You almost twist his balls off before giving Jax a look of complete contempt. That’s the night he comes home to find a five foot dick spray painted across the front of his house and David Hale tucking you into the back of a cruiser because a neighbour called the cops.

“Look, don’t charge her.” He tells Hale because he knows it’s shit like this that will get you kicked out of art school and he can’t stand to be the man that shatters your dreams. “I deserved this.”

“I have no doubt about that.” Hale tells him as he jots something down in his notebook before slipping it into his pocket. “I’m just surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.”

He doesn’t see you again for a couple of months after that and that’s the way he likes it. He knuckles down, focuses on the club, fucks every woman that crosses his path. That’s how he learns to forget you, if he’s buried in pussy he’s not thinking about the woman who isn’t occupying his bed.

He doesn’t expect to see you on Main Street, he doesn’t expect it to be with Hale. He’s heard rumours that the Deputy Chief is seeing someone, that he’s got some prep in his step. It isn’t until now that he realises it’s you.

The two of you are outside the ice cream shop, waiting for the queue to die down. Hale’s arm is around your shoulders, his lips by your ear as he whispers something into it. You tip your head back and laugh and that sound, Christ it feels like his heart is being ripped right out of his chest.

It gets worse because there’s love there, real love. He can see it as clear as day. It’s in the way your fingertips chase along Hale’s jaw, your thumb brushing over his cheek. When you kiss him, it’s with a tenderness that the two of you never had and that’s when Jax realises that he’s fucked up. The man you’re in love with, he’s determined to bring down SAMCRO and there’s no way in hell Jax can ever let that happen.

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Here’s a random short fic for you 😁

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You step out of the holding cell, bruised but victorious. Your brother, Jax, meets you with a grin.

“Deputy Hale told me everything,” Jax says, eyes twinkling with pride. “Ima’s in the next cell, looking pretty defeated.”

You smirk, adjusting your jacket. “Well, she needed a lesson. You don’t mess with a Teller and get away with it.”

As you pass Hale on your way out, you flash him a flirtatious smile. “Thanks for the quick exit, Deputy. I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

Hale blushes slightly, nodding awkwardly. “Just… have a good rest of your evening.”

You wink at him. “You too, handsome.”

Jax shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

[drakoneve]

so i’m thinking about becoming a multi fandom writer, and i want to know what fandoms/universes you guys are interested in seeing!

Fandoms i’m considering writing for:

GoT/HotD

Supernatural

Tvd Universe

Teen Wolf

Sons of Anarchy

Fire Country

let me know which fandoms you’d all like to see the most and i’ll come up with a list of characters for each show!

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Maybe One Day

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: You go back to Charming 10 years after… everything.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so don’t mind any odd formatting or editing mistakes!

Part 2

The moment you crossed into the town line you felt the heaviness overcome you. It was like there was this smog that only existed within the miles of town, one foot outside that sign that held the town founding year and population and it was like fresh air. But currently you were being suffocated as the odometer added mile after mile as you drove deeper into Charming.

It was like looking at an old photograph, not much had changed in most parts. There was still the main street strip, some of the stores definitely were new, but the street felt the same. You noticed the lack of loud, rumbling motors, lack of two wheeled engines parked along the curb. But early on that had been how it was before Scoops turned into the new head quarters for the Sons of Anarchy. It had been 10 years since you’d been back here, so it was likely the original club stomping grounds were back in commission.

You had told yourself you weren’t going to find out if that were true but you currently were parked just outside the automotive shop to see a new black warehouse like space where the old blue one used to be. The paint didn’t look too fresh where SOA was stencilled on but it looked new enough to you as you leaned against the black cutlass.

One thing and one thing only. It was the sentence you repeated in your head over and over as you drove hours back home. Back home, that felt like a heavy statement. Charming might have been where you grew up, but it wasn’t home. Despite it being where you’ve lived most in your life, it wasn’t home. One thing and one thing only. You knew that wasn’t true every time the thought ran in your head. It was inevitable that you’d come here, that you’d stop at the rocky mounted highway where JT’s memorial was. Where the helmet and sunglasses of the other Teller still lay abandoned.

You were just supposed to grab the last few things at the house before the closing date. The realtor handled everything else, the listing pictures, the calls with interested buyers, you had hired people to straighten up and you had put mostly everything else in storage 10 years ago, but there was one thing that was still in that house that no one else could get but you.

You didn’t put the house on the market until a month ago. It was an assumption but you figured the club was going to use the house for whatever shady business or reasons, it’s why you were happy you had a confirmed buyer that first week of putting the blue house on the market. All it took was one day and one tour by your realtor before the offer came in. But that sped up your timeline. It was likely that was why you pushed this out so far, dreading the thought of coming out here and going to the kitchen drawer and grabbing that pocket notebook that you hid in the false bottom of it.

Now that notebook was weighing heavy in your back pocket but it was fitting considering the weight of the air. You saw people in TM work shirts moving around, the weight of the word Teller staring down at you even from the street. That was all Charming ever did, weigh heavy on you.

You thought of the words you repeated over and over again. One thing and one thing only. What a lie. You scoffed slightly as if the conversation you were having in your head was actually happening outloud.

A few more thoughts popped into your head, each from someone this town had an effect on. Both statements weighing heavy on you because what else would thoughts about Charming be.

The one Hale spoke to Jax when you were younger. “It wont be long before SAMCRO is just an ugly memory in the history of charming.” Something felt unsettling there, unfortunately Hale died before he could see that come to light and as you stared at the new SAMCRO compound you had to think you probably would too.

Then Wendy’s voice came to your head, “The MC, this town, it kills all the shit you love.” She was right before shit even hit the fan. Although, shit was always hitting the fan so she was just on the pulse of Charming before any one else even bothered to look. You had lost everyone to Charming—to the club. Yes, you had Abel and Thomas still, but it was different, everyone you had in your family during your young life was gone. Tara, Jax, Gemma, Opie. The list went on.

But before you could continue the list you heard a familiar voice. The voice of the one person you hadn’t technically lost to the reaper but you most certainly lost to Charming and SAMCRO.

You hated how the voice made your heart happy. You hated how it managed to make every ounce of heaviness disappear and flee to the deep depths of the town and would only surface when you were left alone. But as you heard his voice again it made you wish you never would be alone again. It made you think for the briefest of seconds that maybe you could back out of the offer, move into the house that was now in your name and create a life here. Charming was home after all.

No. No. Charming was not home. The quick rational part of your brain quickly jolted you back to reality. That weight quickly rising from the ground and pulling at your ankles as a reminder that the town’s grip would suffocate you. But there it was again, the interruption that pulled the weight off your ankles and had you feeling as light as a feather.

“Love?”

The name he called you for years, whether it was in public or when you were tangled up in the sheets felt like a breath of fresh air in this smothering town. It wasn’t a nickname solely for you, you heard him say it to many women in your years of knowing him, and he probably had a fair share of women now he used the name on.

But that didn’t stop your knees from wanting to buckle. You turned and saw him, it was ironic that in your years of hanging in this club house, at TM, you had never seen Chibs on the street in front of the club HQ. Most guys parked inside, the street parking was reserved for excess cars who were there for service and for on lookers like yourself, although they usually tended to be wearing badges.

“Mother of Christ.” His accent was thick as he lifted his sunglasses up and off his face. His feet were moving towards you.

He didn’t think twice before engulfing you in a hug. You had thought about this moment a lot, going over all the different ways it could go. In one of the scenarios you thought he’d pause immediately front of you, stare at you like a stranger. There was something so relieving that he was hugging you like the past 10 years hadn’t existed, that no matter what happened he still cared about you, was happy to see you.

“Chibs!” A voice interrupted your embrace and you wanted to murder them. Funny how being in Charming made homicide an instant thought.

Chibs pulled away and that’s when the Scottish cologne hit you, a smile filling your face as he looked back to the person in the TM lot.

“Church in 10!”

You looked at the patch on his kutte immediately at those words and saw the president patch. It sent bile to your throat, it was the patch Jax wore for years. Not figuratively, but literally. It was the exact patch he wore, some of the stains on it were likely from his time wearing it. You didn’t stay here long enough to see it sit on Chibbs’ kutte but seeing it now was transporting you back 10 years.

“Why don’t y’come int’the clubhouse darlin’, have a drink, we can talk.” He looked older, the bags under his eyes were dark and puffy. You could tell the club life was affecting him, his hair was graying way more and it made him even more attractive.

“I shouldn’t.” You shook your head and doubled down, “I can’t.”

The second two worded statement you spoke is what made Chibs understand, a nod escaping from his head.

“It’s good t’see ye’.” He was trying to keep it light, he knew how hard this was.

“I’m selling the house.” You said it so business like, it was a way to give him the heads up to let the club know. You saw some traces of them being there, not frequently but enough. Cigarette buds in the ashtrays around the furniture that was left, empty beer bottles in the recycling bin. You knew Chibs made sure whoever came by knew to clean up after.

Chibs just nodded and looked down. “Y’happy?”

How were you supposed to be happy after Charming took every last thing that you loved. You thought for a minute and the faces of your nephews flashed in your mind and you smiled.

“The boys are teenagers. I don’t know if you can be happy with teenagers.” You joked.

Chibs grinned at the mention of Thomas and Abel.

You wanted to ask him if he was happy but you were afraid of the answer. You saw what the club presidency did to the person in the role before him. You saw what it had done to the other Teller in the same position just a decade before. It made you think about JT and his legacy for a moment. You always wondered if JT was just exemplified as this great person because he wasnt alive to be rememebered for his flaws. But then you remembered Gemma and Clay and how they only remembered JT for his flaws. Your mind instantly went to Jax who had killed both Clay and Gemma, and what his legacy was. If he’d be exemplified just because he was gone and his flaws would be forgotten. Your eyes moved to the newer clubhouse and saw the small memorial that was on the roof. There was white air forces perched on the edge where Jax would very often sit and reflect. That solidified it for you, he’d be seen as Jax Teller, son of JT, president of SOA, an honor to have known and loved him for the guys who were in the club when he reigned as VP and president. But then your eyes fell back on Chibs, the hope that since he knew the flaws that essentially led to the death of your brother, he’d lead differently while still respecting his legacy in the eyes of the club.

“You rebuilt.” You pointed to the building trying to erase that long heavy thought from your mind.

“Ice cream and hookers were too distracting for the guys.” He teased in reference to Scoops and Red Woody. “You sure you don’t want to come in, love? Church won’t take long, I’ll give y’my dorm while y’wait.”

It was a convincing offer. You wanted to see what Chibs’ dorm looked like, what life was like for him. But deep down you knew you already knew what it looked like because you lived it. You lived it and you hated it. You loved him but hated the life.

“No just came to get this.” You pulled the pocket notebook out and flapped it in the air.

Chibs knew exactly what that was and nodded in understanding.

“Chibs!” The same voice called out again.

“He’ll be in in a second!” You called out, eyes still glued on the Scot in front of you.

The prospect shut up quickly and moved back inside. You wondered how he’d describe you to the members inside, there was only a handful that could potentially recognize you from description, and an even smaller handful that would come out to see for themselves.

“I wanted to give it to Abel. I think he deserves to know Jax the way Jax wanted him to.” You explained the notebook that Chibbs knew all about between the time when Jax was writing it and when you had told him where you’d put it.

“It was really good ta see y’love.”

Despite everything shitty about being back, it was true for you too. It was great seeing him. You wished you could ask him to leave, come stay with you on your humble farm, sell fresh eggs with you at the farmers market and ride dirt bikes with the boys. But it was the same reason he never asked you to stay here. Sure he might’ve asked you to come in for a drink but the words “stay in Charming” would never come from his mouth. He knew it was too painful.

He pulled you in for another hug and you didn’t want to let go. The drink wasn’t sounding half bad, you wanted to catch up, hear about what he’s up to, how he’s been, but the answers you’d want to hear would never come and the one’s you dreaded to hear would be the only one’s that filled your ears.

As you pulled out of the embrace you squeezed his arm in a way to tell him the same about seeing him without actually saying it and then you quickly turned back to your car. Chibs was walking away now, his hand reaching up to wipe the couple stray tears he’d never admit to shedding and dropping his sunglasses back down.

You called out one last time to him, an impulsive decision and impulsive thought meeting together at the tip of your tongue.

“If Abel comes here, push him out. Don’t welcome him in.”

Chibs was frozen at the request and then he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll send ‘em right back to th’farm so his auntie can talk some sense into ‘em.” It was a humorous statement but it gave you relief because Chibs wouldn’t lie to you.

“You can tell him about Jax. The Jax you knew. The Jax we wanted him to be.”

It was just like you to have the most mundane small talk conversation at close range where whispers could be exchanged and this important one where voices carried.

“I won’t.” At first you thought he misheard you and you were going to correct him when he spoke up. “If he’s anything like his ol’ man, he’ll want to become the man we wanted him to be, and we’ve already seen how that plays out.”

You thought it was impossible to feel seen in Charming. To feel heard. You thought it was impossible for someone in the club to speak this way about it. About past members. It was probably one of the many things about Chibs that made you love him, his honesty, his care for the Teller family. It gave you a little hope.

“There’s always room for you at the farm.” You said as Chibs was walking backwards. Getting closer to the club but still staring in your direction. You saw the curly haired man appear from the clubhouse building, about to call Chibs’ name when he spotted you. You knew he’d hear the prospect talk and be outside to see for himself, using Chibs as the excuse.

Your hand raised and waved at Tig like you had just seen him yesterday. He immediately raised his hand waved and you heard his laugh crystal clear from where you were and stared back at Chibs for a response to your invitation.

“Maybe one day, love. Maybe one day.”

Part 2

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Guns, Claws & Teeth pt. 3

On the way back from running an errand for your brother, you stop by an auto garage for a tune-up for your car. Once there, you run into a bit of trouble but it's nothing you can't handle. Unfortunately, the humans you've made friends with are dragged into the mess.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Words: 5.9K  Author’s Note: Third and FINAL update to this little series.  You guys get an early update because today starts my town’s local festival, and our cell service and wifi signal is about to be hit and miss starting tomorrow when everyone flocks to our town. 

Your first year in Charming was spent putting down roots and getting to know the men of the infamous Sons of Anarchy. A majority of them were hesitant to let you in since you weren't an Old Lady or a croweater/sweetbutt, but since you had some of the most important members of their club in your corner, the men quickly learned to show you some respect. The sweetbutts had no idea about you or the supernatural world since it was top secret knowledge within the club, so it was a fun night for all when one overstepped the line with you, and you easily put her in her place.

Juice had found you the perfect piece of land away from any other dwelling, and you had bought it and put plans to have a house built on it as soon as you could into motion. The club thought that the five bedroom, three and a half bath house you had plans for was a little excessive for just you, but after explaining that it was a pack house, they understood. And when you weren't dealing with the construction crew, you were jogging all around Charming to make sure your scent would saturate anything and everything you touched.

SAMCRO was filled with many members that you met with nearly on a daily basis, but you only ever found yourself drawn to a handful of them. Gemma, Jax, Juice, Chibs and Opie were the main ones you found yourself scenting as pack, and eventually Clay and Happy wormed their way under your wolf's paw.

Over the months, the club got to meet many other wolves and supernatural creatures who were just passing through or congratulating another respectable Hale becoming an alpha. Fortunately, none ever challenged your authority which meant a majority of the club never got to see you in action. Then when your house was finally finished, you asked Gemma to help you decorate and furnish it. She was more than up to the task, loving every second of it and gloating in front of Jax and Opie that the house was just amazing. The men did their damnedest to get a glimpse of the house, but you refused them, even Juice who tried to wheedle his way in by suggesting he install a security system all around your property. He had a good idea, but it wasn't something that needed to be installed just yet.

It's been a week that you've now been sleeping in your own house and a week since Gemma told you she was throwing a housewarming party. She only invited club members, but club members that you usually found yourself speaking with, and you invited Derek and the betas.

Derek, Isaac, Erica and Boyd were the firsts to show up the day of the housewarming party- your brother prepping the grill outside for the steaks to be added as soon as everyone showed up. Gemma showed up next and you weren't surprised she and Erica got along swimmingly. The three of you then ended up prepping and wrapping potatoes to be tossed onto the grill, and shucking some corn to be added as well.

As you follow Gemma and Erica outside to leave the corn and potatoes on a table, you find Isaac and Boyd settling two kegs into buckets of ice. "Jesus," you mutter. "We're not throwing a kegger, boys."

Boyd flashes you a smile. "Brings back memories, doesn't it?"

Your nose wrinkles. "Ugh. Graduation night, right? When Stiles spiked the punch?"

"You were so wasted." Isaac chuckles. "Isn't that the night Derek caught you in the bathroom with Brett?"

Your eyes widen as Derek growls. "Thanks for bringing that up, Lahey."

"Wait a minute." Gemma glances between all of you. "I thought you couldn't get drunk?"

"You know how wolfsbane is lethal to us?" She nods. "Well mixed just right with some other herbs and then dropped into whatever we're drinking, we're totally fucked," you say.

She slowly smirks. "I need to get my hands on these herbs."

Everyone laughs and then the sounds of roaring engines meet your ears. You perk up and Erica smirks knowingly at you. "Your boy's here."

"He's not my boy!"

Her eyes roll. "I don't get why you don't just bang him. The two of you are no strangers to casual sex."

"Can we not talk about my baby sister banging Jax? Thanks."

You mentally facepalm as Gemma's eyes widen. "I knew it."

"Knew what? There's nothing going on," you say while trying to also walk away.

"But you want there to be?"

You open your mouth to retort, but snap it shut and shrug. There was no use lying to Gemma. "I mean I wouldn't be opposed to something happening, but I'm not gonna pursue it either. While casual sex between pack members is not unusual, your son is the Prez of SAMCRO who has every croweater throwing their panties at him. Us wolves are territorial in case you haven't noticed. It wouldn't work out "

Gemma just cocks an eyebrow at you and you shrug once more before turning around and jogging 'round the side of your house. Jax, Opie, Clay, Chibs, Juice and Happy are all standing before your house, staring up at it in awe.

"You think the outside looks good, then you should see the inside."

Jax is the first to look at you and a lazy smile blossoms across his face. He saunters over to you, gaze darting between you and the house before he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. "The house looks dope. We finally gonna get that tour?"

"Yes." You laugh.

Clay and Chibs greet you with a kiss to the cheek as well, but it's Chibs who mentions, "The housewarming gifts are all back at the club. Couldn't exactly fit them on the bike, darling."

"That's alright," you assure him.

Opie and Juice get hugs, and you stare at Happy long enough to gauge where his social meter is at today. You consider him pack, but he's one individual that isn't one for touch unless it's a croweater he's having his way with. But for you, you've noticed, he'll allow touching to keep your werewolf tendencies at bay. So when you see him crack the faintest of grins, you move in and grab onto his forearm in greeting.

"Hey, Hap. Good day?"

The bald headed, heavily tattooed man shrugs. "Can't complain."

"Good." Then glancing back at everyone else again, you gesture to the front door. "Well go on. Everyone's out back already and the betas somehow produced kegs from thin air. Derek's put the corn and potatoes on the grill, and he's about to put the steaks on too."

"Oh hell yes," Juice exclaims, rubbing his stomach.

You shake your head and follow the men up the porch steps. They nose about the living room, making impressed noises about the kitchen, then peek into the dining room, washroom, study, the half bath, and the two bedrooms downstairs that share a bathroom.

You follow everyone as they stomp upstairs, chuckling softly to yourself as they file into every room. You nearly cackle at the way Happy puts a smiley face sticker on the door jamb to one of the rooms, then stoically meets everyone's gaze and says, "Dibs."

Jax and Juice immediately kick up a fuss, telling Happy he can't call dibs on a room. When he doesn't crack under their barrage, both men look at you in order to back them up.

Instead, you shrug. "I have four extra bedrooms. Did you think I had them built just in case you guys only wanted to crash here? I knew Jax, Opie, Clay and Gem wouldn't since you all have your own houses, wives, and kids, but the others are free to do whatever they want."

"So if I wanted to move in.." Juice starts, already thinking over it

"Then you move in." You grin. "If there are any spare bedrooms after we're all settled in, then they can be used by anyone else when they feel the urge to sleep over."

Juice practically fist pumps the air, talking about not sleeping in his shitty apartment or dorm at the club anymore and Happy mentions the same thing. Chibs, Clay and Opie can only shake their heads in amusement as Juice and Happy start talking about moving their shit in asap.

"What if I hate my house?" Jax asks. "Then could I move in too?"

You eye the blonde biker until he slowly starts to grin at you and you roll your eyes. "Yes, Jax. If you don't want to pay anymore on that mortgage of yours, move on in." Then looking between all three of your roommates, you also mention, "The rooms are also soundproofed, so if your croweaters make an appearance, you're cleaning that shit up as soon as you're done. I don't want this house reeking of spunk."

"Yes, mother," Juice mumbles.

You pin him with a glare and let a low growl reverberate through your throat. "Try me, Juicy. I will cockblock you if I have to."

His eyes widen and Opie snorts before slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Come on, little alpha. I think I smell those steaks your brother's got going."

"Wait, what about this room?" Jax asks, hand already on the doorknob to the closed bedroom door.

"Don't even think about it," you tell him. "That's mine and if you see it, I have a feeling I'm going to come home to one of you three neanderthals in it. Gemma's already napped in it and she threatened to shoot me when I woke her."

Clay chuckles. "Yep. That sounds like my old lady."

Jax's eyes sparkle and you take a step in his direction. "Jackson.."

"YN.."

Just as you lunge for him, he opens the door and stumbles into your room. "Holy shit."

You close your eyes and groan as the rest of the Sons spill into your room. You know what they're seeing- king sized bed with numerous fluffy pillows and plush comforter, large flatscreen mounted on the wall across from the bed, and the recliner and small sofa on the opposite sides of your room. Opie opens your walk-in and whistles appreciatively, and then Jax swears again as he enters your bathroom.

"You really went all out, huh?" He wonders.

"What can I say, I like my comforts."

"Uh huh." Jax continues to look around until his gaze lands on you again. "You know, this room is pretty fuckin' fit for a president."

"Yeah?" Your eyes narrow. "And my foot is pretty fuckin' fit for a president's ass. Wanna try it out?"

The Sons roar with laughter and then Clay's slinging an arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the room. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's go see what fresh hell my old lady and that blonde she-wolf are gettin' up to."

As you head outside, everyone but your brother is already seated at the table. Whoops and words of greeting are exchanged before Clay and Chibs make a beeline for your brother. You smile as they greet him, clapping him on the shoulders and then getting a peek at dinner. Juice and Happy make a beeline for the keg, and you head for the table. Just as you head for one of the chairs, you're surprised when Jax pulls it out for you and gestures for you to sit. And apparently your surprise is still etched into your features after you sit, letting Gemma and Erica see a glimpse of it and snort with amusement. A moment later you're scowling, but then smiling again as Jax passes you a cup of beer.

Eventually Derek, Clay and Chibs join the table, and everyone sits, chatting and laughing while the food cooks. Gemma is not happy to hear that Jax has plans to sell his house, but she doesn't want to show how pleased she is that her son is moving into your house. The all knowing glint in her eyes lets you know you'll be hearing more about that later.

Erica's sharing the story of when a kanima was let loose on Beacon Hills, and you'd been paralyzed in a swimming pool with the human who'd had the biggest crush on you as the only person keeping you afloat, when your ears pick up on gravel crunching under tires.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and you shift in your seat, angling to get better hearing when Derek says, "I might have invited a few more people."

"Who?"

Jax and Opie tense on either side of you, but Erica's words make you relax. "College kids are on break. Any guess as to who banded together to finally congratulate you on your new werewolf status and the house?"

Your eyes widen before you laugh and you stand up from your chair just as the pack of four round the corner of your house. "Batman!"

"Supergirl!" You laugh as you break out into a jog in order to meet Stiles Stilinski in a bone crushing hug.

"Who the hell is that?" Jax grumbles. Gemma hides her smile behind the rim of her cup.

"Stiles Stilinski," Erica muses. "He's the one who held our precious YN afloat in that swimming pool I was just telling you about."

Jax tenses in his seat, glaring at the duo hugging it out before YN moves onto a laughing Asian girl.

"Relax," Derek mumbles. "Stiles is dating that redhead next to him. Has been since the end of their high school career."

"So who exactly are these kids?" Gemma wonders.

"Well Stiles is the first one YN hugged," Erica tells her. "Kira was the second, Lydia is the one she's hugging now, and the adorable puppy waiting his turn is alpha Scott McCall." Gemma raises an eyebrow at hearing an alpha be called an adorable puppy. "What? It's true. Scott's the definition of pure and wholesome. He didn't even have to kill an alpha to take their power, he just rose to his rank. He's what we in the werewolf community call a true alpha, an alpha who rises to their power rather than take it from another."

The Sons are kept from asking anymore questions as YN leads the McCall pack towards them. Introductions are had, handshakes are given, and you huff with amusement when Jax squeezes Stiles' hand a little too hard though you have no idea what that's about.

"So are we good to be nosy or are your alpha instincts still sensitive?" Stiles asks.

"Knock yourself out, Stilinski. Just don't enter the room that has a smiley sticker on the door jamb. That's Happy's room and he doesn't like people entering his space."

"Which one is Happy again?" Everyone looks in Happy's direction as the man in question stares Stiles down, sipping his beer without a word. "Right," Stiles nervously chuckles. "Stay out of the scary biker's room. Got it. Let's go, Kira. I know you wanna look around too."

As Stiles and Kira disappear into your house, everyone settles around the table once more.

"So.." Scott hesitates as all eyes are suddenly on him, but he only has eyes for you. "How are you settling in as an alpha?"

"It's been good," you tell him with a smile. "It helped that as soon as I met these fellas, I connected with them before I even turned alpha."

"Is everyone human or..?" Lydia wonders.

"All human, all bikers," you say. "Except for Gem, she's Clay's old lady and Jax's mom, but she's a stone-cold bitch and I love her all the more for it."

Gemma raises her cup in cheers. "You know it, baby."

Jax nudges your arm and when you look at him, he gestures to Lydia who's rubbing her temple and flinching at something even though her eyes are closed. "Hey, Lyds," you call out. "You okay over there?"

Scott immediately looks at her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she says, "Yeah. It's just.. there's so much death." Your pack tenses. "Everyone's talking at once and I can decipher what they want me to know."

You gulp. "Lydia's a banshee," you murmur quietly, but still loud enough for everyone around the table to hear. "The voices of the banshees that came before her whisper to her every now and then, warning her about something on the horizon or replaying death echoes of those who lost their lives."

The Sons wince and Lydia's eyes open, though it's easy to spot the tension in her frame. "I'm good. Promise."

"Okay."

Kira and Stiles step out onto the back porch then, and Stiles hops down eagerly as he makes his way to the table. "That bed is perfect for puppy piles. You guys get puppy piles, right?"

"Goddammit, Stiles, stop calling them puppy piles." Stiles looks at you, eyes sparkling with mirth. "And to answer your question, no. The pack has not bonded that way. Three of them are married, two of them to each other, and the others don't.. cuddle."

"Hold up," Juice says, slowly smirking. You groan at the look on his face. "Puppy piles?" He muses. "Have you been holding out on us, YN?"

"Fuck off, Juice."

The table laughs, but Juice doesn't let up. "What does a puppy pile consist of?"

"Stop calling it a puppy pile!"

Erica's red painted lips stretch into a smile. "Puppy piles are just another way for a pack to become closer. It's exactly what you think it is- a cuddle session. Everyone in the pack piles onto one bed or the floor and just sleeps. We usually have one when something traumatic happens and the pack just want to assure each other that they're okay."

Your pack looks at you, but you don't meet their gazes. There have been plenty of instances when someone threatened your boys and you've hovered, but you never mentioned anything about a puppy pile to them.

Stiles snickers. "Who was it that woke up with their face pressed into YN's chest and couldn't look her in the eye for a week?"

"Isaac." Erica reaches over and pinches her pack mate's reddening cheek.

Derek finally chuckles then, standing up and gripping Isaac's shoulder. "Come help me check the food. If you linger any longer, I'm afraid Jax is gonna shoot you."

Gemma cackles and you groan, sinking into your seat. Your brother and pack were the worst.

"What am I missing?" Clay rumbles. You watch as Gemma leans over and mumbles something into his ear, his gaze then darting between you and his stepson. "Yeah, I can see it."

"The fuck you can." You get up, cheeks reddening as the table's occupants laugh while you head over to your brother.

Isaac is pulling out the corn, laying them on a baking sheet before doing the same for the potatoes. You head inside to start bringing out the extra condiments for the potatoes and corn, and Gemma isn't too far behind to collect plates and utensils.

"Grub's done. Come and get it," you call out.

You and Derek stand back to watch how everyone mingles with each other, grinning as your pack playfully shoves one another as they make a line. There's more than enough steaks to go around, so everyone gleefully helps themself. And when everyone has their plates full, you go around the table and ask if anyone wants a refill on their beer.

You're the last one to serve yourself, but you're also the one everyone waits for to sit down before they all dig in. Then moments later, many are complimenting the chef and host, and wondering when the next pack dinner can take place.

Scott and his pack share a few stories about their college shenanigans, your pack shares a few stories about the club that can't incriminate them in anything, and Derek's pack shares a few stories that include you in order to embarrass you.

Food is eaten and a few more drinks are had since everyone was driving somewhere after the night was done, and all in all it's a very good night.

Lydia zones out more often throughout the night, but eventually it happens too frequently to go ignored. Everyone is paying her more and more attention, and even the humans know something is really wrong. The redhead gasps and pushes herself away from the table, and all talking ceases.

"Shit," you utter as Stiles stumbles after her.

"What's going on?" Jax asks you.

"Remember how I said Lydia's a banshee?"

"Yeah."

"Well what are banshees known for?"

Chibs' eyes subtly widen. "Screamin' when death is near."

"Yep."

"Scream," Stiles says. "Lydia, scream."

"Cover your ears!"

Your hands slam over your own ears just as Lydia opens her mouth, jaw clenching as the banshee's wail still irritates your sensitive ears.

She wails for several long seconds, and when she's done there's a hand immediately on your back. You glance to your right, meeting Jax's astonished gaze.

"Crows cawing." Lydia's words make you snap to attention. Her eyes are filled with information that only she's privy to. "Cawing crows.. and snarling?"

"Well the snarling can be any supernatural creature," Scott says. "But I don't know about the crows."

"SAMCRO." Clay's words make you tense.

You glance around at your SAMCRO pack members, heart dropping into your stomach. "The clubhouse," you realize. "They're gonna attack the clubhouse."

One moment everyone's just looking at each other, and the next everyone's scrambling out of their seats and running around the house to the front. Jax's hand wraps around yours and you don't even fight him when he makes a beeline for his bike. He doesn't have to tell you to climb on, you already doing it the second he's settled. You can see everyone scrambling onto their bikes or throwing themselves into a car, and then everyone's racing towards Teller-Morrow Automotive.

When you pull up to the garage/club, you hop off the back of Jax's bike and rush forward. In the lot, the SAMCRO members who'd stayed behind are all on their knees with several individuals standing behind them. Your pack forms a line behind you, guns being pulled from their waistbands or from some place they'd been stashed on their bikes.

The scent of the trespassing wolves fill your nostrils and your eyes flare red in annoyance. "What's the meaning of this?"

Red and yellow eyes flare right back- one alpha, five betas- and the alpha chuckles. "You surprise us, lone wolf. Here I thought I could leave you a present, but then you come rolling in with human filth before we can finish."

You snarl, teeth and claws elongating. "If you touch any one of them, I promise you, you won't be walking off this lot."

"Yeah?" The trespassing alpha smirks. "And how do you suppose you're going to stop me, lone wolf? Your scent is the only scent stinking up this little town."

"I might be the only supernatural being in my pack," you say, letting your lips curl into a smirk, "but you picked the wrong day to attempt a takeover."

"And why's that?"

"Because us Hales stick together." Derek steps forward, followed by Erica, Boyd and Isaac. All their eyes flare red and yellow.

"And I don't like wolves who hurt humans on purpose." Scott steps forward, eyes flaring red, followed by Kira. She grips the buckle of her belt and whips the entire thing off in one go as it snaps into a wickedly sharp katana.

The trespassing pack doesn't look so confident now.

"What do you want to do, YN?" Derek asks. "This is your territory, your decision."

"The less gunfire, the better. We don't want the cops coming here. Subdue them."

As if those were the magic words, every trespassing wolf shoves down a SAMCRO member who'd been on their knees and jumps over them. You, your brother, and friends meet them head on- wolf vs. wolf and wolf vs. kitsune.

The outcome of the fight should be a no-brainer- their six to your seven- but somehow in the middle of all the snarling, slashing and biting, the trespassing alpha gets the drop on you. You didn't have to keep an eye on all the humans who had stood back, itching to shoot, but you did get momentarily distracted when two betas jumped on Derek after knocking Isaac and Erica out.

A metal pipe whips across your face, the momentum behind the hit causing your whole body to turn and stumble. A kick to the back of your knee sends you to your hands and knees, and then the pipe is being shoved into your back and out your chest.

Your head whips back as you roar in pain and rage, and the fight all around you comes to a halt.

Opie and Clay have to keep a hold of Jax the moment they see YN get whipped across the face with a pipe, everyone's heart dropping into their stomachs when the pipe is then shoved through her body. The alpha standing over her chuckles, his red eyes scanning the humans in amusement.

"Hey. Hey!" Jax calls out, crouching a little so he can catch YN's red gaze. As she pushes further up on shaky arms, a little bit of his tension bleeds out. "What's the play here?"

Supernatural red meets human blue, top lip trembling in rage. "Kill them."

"You heard her, boys. One and done, but that red eyed prick is mine."

"If you're with me, now's the time to duck," you mumble.

Just as Jax stands tall and takes aim, your brother and friends immediately fall to the ground. Opie, Clay, Chibs, Juice and Happy all take one shot, letting the alpha look around in surprise as his entire pack falls to the ground with a smoking bullet hole in their head, and then Jax pulls his trigger when the alpha looks back at him.

You fall to your side just as the alpha gripping the pole falls dead, groaning in pain at the metal still sticking out of your body.

"What the hell was that?!" Stiles exclaims.

You wince as pain wracks your body just as Gemma tells everyone you'd made SAMCRO switch to wolfsbane bullets in case of something like this ever happening.

Hands find your shoulders and you growl, but then Chibs' voice is telling you it's just him. "Easy, lass. Easy," he says. He quietly swears, speaking to another individual who's yet to touch you. "We might need to get her to a hospital."

"No." You grit your teeth, forcing yourself onto your hands and knees before sitting back on your knees. Immediately, you meet Jax's wide eyes. "Pull it out. I'll heal."

"Bullshit."

"It's true." Derek steps up behind Jax, smirking as he looks down at you. "Sucks, doesn't it? Remember when I was in this exact position, and you mocked me?"

"Fuck. You."

"Take a deep breath in because this is going to suck. A lot."

Derek walks around you and places one hand on your shoulder, grasping the metal pipe sticking out from just below your breastbone with the other. He yanks before you can even inhale deeply. You roar, but your eyelids quickly flutter as you start to fall back.

"Oh shit." Hands catch you and suddenly there's pressure against your back and front. Your arms are draped around necks and then you're being helped into the club. "Get more towels. Set her on the pool table."

You're in a haze of pain as you're led inside the club, mumbling about buying a new pool table as you're laid out on it. More towels or sheets or whatever they'd found are shoved under your back and pressed down onto your front, and you whimper in pain.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Your eyelids flutter open and you see Jax worriedly staring down at you.

"M'fine," you tell him, flashing him a faint smile. "Just hurts."

He gulps. "I need to make sure my brothers are good. You better not die on our pool table."

"Never."

You grin and then wince when Jax turns around, yelling that the clubhouse is now in lockdown.

Pressure just under your chest lessens and you grimace when you feel your shirt being lifted.

"Oh god. Oh that's so gross. Derek, stop looking into the gaping wound," Stiles mumbles.

"Stop being a little bitch, Stilinski," you mumble back and then swat at the hands holding your shirt up. "Put it down. Let me heal in peace."

"You gonna be good here?" Your brother asks. "We have bodies to bury."

"Yeah. Go." You shoo him away. "Ask Happy for help. He'll know the best locations to dig."

"Alright."

Your brother, his pack and Scott's pack take their leave after having a brief conversation with Happy and Juice. And just when your eyes close, you feel a presence hovering over you.

Breathing in deep, you figure out who it is. "Gem."

"Hey, baby. Are you really gonna be okay?"

You smile and briefly open one eye, nodding. "Yeah. I just need to rest up. It's gonna suck, but I'll be good."

"Okay." A moment passes and then, "I know I've seen you fight before, but tonight was pretty badass." You huff a quiet laugh. "And that little Asian girl? She's not human, is she? I thought I saw her eyes glowing orange."

"She's not. Kira's a kitsune."

"So a banshee and a kitsune," she muses. "These are some interesting friends you've got."

"You think that's interesting, you should meet Deputy Parrish."

You can practically hear the sneer in her voice as she asks, "A pig?"

"Don't be rude. Parrish is a decent guy. He also happens to be a hellhound."

When Gemma falls quiet, you open your eyes and find her looking a little surprised. "Huh. Those exist?"

"Yeah. He gets all glowy-eyed, fangy and claw-y like the rest of us." She snorts. "But his body also erupts into flames."

"Damn. I bet that's a sight to behold."

"Oh for sure. Especially since the only piece of clothing that's left on him after a fight are his boxer briefs." You and Gemma chortle with laughter, but then you groan in pain and shoo her away so you can get some relaxation.

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Sometime later, you're awoken when your hear quiet chatter all around. You attempt to sit up, groaning when every muscle in your body protests since you'd been laying in one position for so long.

"Hey. Careful."

You wrinkle your nose at Jax, grinning a moment later as he sweeps his hair out of his eyes. "M'fine. I need a shower. And a bed." You yawn. "I need to get home."

"Sorry, sweetheart. Club's on lockdown."

"Jax," you whine. "I don't wanna sleep in any of your sex dens. The smell of stale cum wreaks havoc on the senses."

He snorts. "Don't worry. I had a prospect clean my room from top to bottom recently. You're good."

"I don't have clothes here."

"Lydia went to the house and picked up some stuff for you before she left."

"So the packs left then?"

"Yeah. Your brother and his pack grabbed a motel room nearby though. He'll check in tomorrow."

"Joy," you deadpan. You absentmindedly scratch at your wound, wincing a little before picking up your shirt to look at it. By now it just looks like a wet scab and you sigh. "So that shower?"

"Follow me." Jax smirks and you hop off the pool table, following after him.

When you get to Jax's dorm and he opens it up, you're relieved that it actually does smell just like him and only him. One of your duffel bags is on his bed and you head over to it to open it up and rummage through it for an outfit. You don't say a word as he leads you into the bathroom, starting it up for you and keeping a careful eye on you.

"I got it from here," you say as the steam starts filling up the small space. "Thanks, Jax."

Offering him a faint smile, you keep still as he steps into your space. On hand raises, hesitantly cupping the side of your face as his eyes trace over every feature. "You sure you're okay?"

"Mhm. Just tired. I'll be good by morning."

"I'll be right outside then."

Jax leaves you be and as the door shuts behind him, you exhale a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. Your heart's even pumping a little quicker than usual and you mentally get your emotions in check before you start stripping.

The hot water feels phenomenal and you take a moment to rinse all the blood off before grabbing Jax's bar of soap and lathering yourself up. Then once you feel a little more like yourself, you step out and dry off as much as you can. You run your fingers through your hair just enough until you can tie it up into a messy bun then pull on a sports bra. You pull on underwear and a small pair of sleep shorts, and then sleepily stumble out into Jax's room.

You're not surprised to find him there, but you are a bit surprised to find him in nothing but basketball shorts. He glances up at you and smirks. "Been texting with Erica," he says while tossing his prepaid cell aside. "Says skin on skin is good for healing."

"It is." You narrow your eyes at him as his smirk widens.

"Sorry we can't fit any of the others in my bed, but I'm hoping you'll be fine with just me."

"You encouraging this is only going to make the teasing worse."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," you say, walking over to his bed and climbing into it so you're closest to the wall.

Jax chuckles as he climbs in after you and you don't waste a second before you're tucking yourself under his arm, laying your head on his chest and slipping a leg over his thigh. You let your body relax, eyes closing, only to pinch his stomach when he says, "So if this is a puppy pile, I honestly wouldn't mind doing this every night. But just you and me. I don't like to share."

You huff a laugh. "But pack cuddles are for the entire pack, Jax. It's a form of bonding."

"Fine. Then only you and I get to strip down and bond like this. All clothes stay on when Juice and Chibs are involved."

"And Happy?"

This time, Jax laughs. "You really think Happy's gonna cuddle?"

"I don't know," you tiredly muse. "I managed to get him to let me hug him. I'm pretty sure I'll at least get to sleep in the same bed as him, even if we're a few feet apart."

"Fine. If you manage to wear down Happy, clothes stay on."

"You're making a lot of rules for someone who's basically just a beta."

"Oh sweetheart, you and I both know there's more going on between us than just the relationship of an alpha and her beta."

You bite back a grin. "I'm pretty sure your mom wants me to jump your bones."

His chest shakes with quiet laughter. "I'm pretty sure I want you to too."

"Mhm. We'll revisit this conversation after I've healed and go from there."

"Done. Night, darling."

"Night, Jax."

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Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1, Chapter 5

Word Count:  3.2k

Warnings:  mentions of murder, mentions of rape, violence, blood, knives, mention of guns, use of illegal drugs, manipulation, blackmail, dark thoughts

Jax’s POV

I smiled as I looked down at Cain. He was having so much fun on the little dragon roller coaster. Tig and Bobby Elvis kept playing along with it, pretending it was so much bigger than it actually was, yelling with every little bump and raising their arms in the air.

"Gramma, grampa, daddy took me on the big coaster," he said excitedly, running up to them after the ride was over. He was making large hand motions to signal the bumps, "IT WAS SO COOL!"

"Yeah buddy?" Clay asked, picking him up, "you looked like the toughest guy on that coaster. We're gonna have to patch you in soon."

"Ohh no you don't," I laughed, taking him off Clay. Cain looked very upset at me, "buddy you can't even ride a bike yet."

"UHH HUHHH," he said defiantly, "mommy and Chibs took my training wheels off last week. He says I'm doing so well I could be the next v.p."

"Oh did he?"

Cain smiled, "yeah. I'm gonna be just like you daddy."

I could see mom smiling over at me, and I patted Cain's but, "alright mini me, let's go get you some lunch. Your mom may be with Chibs today at the docks, but she'll kill me if she calls later and you haven't eaten."

"OKAY!" he grinned, “I want French fries!”

Mom and Clay started talking about getting off in the photo booth, and then he got stopped by Elliot Oswald. I put Cain down, and he took my hand, but hid behind me. He smiled at Tristan, "hi."

She smiled and waved at him, and he hid behind me a little bit more, "hey mom, I'm gonna go to the spinout again."

"Tristan, you've been on it four times already," her mom said, slightly annoyed, “You don’t need to go on it again!”

"So."

Cain grabbed the tickets out of my jeans and started tugging on my jeans, “Daddy…give.  Give.”

I smiled and nodded holding out the tickets to her, "hey. Here."

"That's not necessary."

"It's alright," I grinned, "they kicked me off cuz I was screaming too loud."

I gave her a wink and she didn't know how to respond. She just stared at me.

"What do you say?" her dad boomed.

She turned towards him, then back to me before nodding a 'thanks.'

"You got it."

"We gotta go," I heard her mom mutter. I saw as she gave a fake smile and pinched the back of Oswald's arm. They excused themselves and me and Tig took Cain to get some food.

After we'd had some chicken tenders and fries I saw my little sister appear, "how'd you get here?"

"Juice," she growled, "I thought sack was supposed to pick me up from AA."

"What," Bobby laughed, "lover boy ain't following you around anymore?"

"He's not my lover boy," she hissed, "you guys seen dad?"

"Went in the photo booth with mom.  You may not want to follow them though…they were worse than a couple of high schoolers!" I laughed. She made a disgusted face.

"Aunt Mandy," Cain grinned, ketchup all over his face, "can we go play games. You're so good at the knife game."

"Aunt Mandy is not winning you a knife," I said slowly. I looked across the table at my seventeen-year-old sister, "right?"

"I can do the darts," she shrugged, "I'll get him a stuffed animal?"

I nodded and tossed her a twenty, "come find us later? We gotta talk about some stuff."

"Does it involve what dad and Tig talked to me about?"

I furrowed my brow at her and she shook me off, "never mind. Come on Cain. Let's go win stuff."

"What the hell is she talking about?" I asked, getting up to walk with Tig and Bobby.  Tig pretended not to know anything and kept walking.  A few skinheads walked past us and nodded. 

"Darby's guys?" Bobby asked.  

I shook my head, "don't recognize em." 

"OHHH look at the big bad bikers, huh?" the clown in the dunk tank asked condescendingly.  I laughed, "Gonna get clowny all wet, huh?" 

I gave the carny a few bucks as Bobby tried to get me away from him, "come on Jax." 

"What's the matter tough guy?  Can't put the little ball in the tight hole?" he asked, "bet all your leather wearin butt budies say the same." 

"Oh no no," Tigs said running from behind me, "that's a Bozo no-no." 

We rushed the tank and the clown looked scared, "aw Jesus, you guys.  I was just screwing around.  Come on. " 

TIg pushed the button and I bum rushed the top, "You're going down." 

"Yeah clown boy," Tig grinned, holding the clown under water, “stay down, Bozo.”  

I looked up to see Cain heading our way with Mandy, "shit guys.  Cain's comin." 

We all let go of the clown and started walking off.  He ran up to me with a giant dragon, "DADDY!  Look what Aunt Mandy won." 

"Wow buddy," I said, full of fake enthusiasm, "that's so cool." 

"YEAH!" he cheered.  

"I didn't win him a knife," she laughed, "as promised." 

"What about me?" Tig asked from behind me.  Mandy winked and held out a box that had a switchblade in it, "twinsies?" 

"You know it," she laughed, holding out her other hand that had a matching box, “what would I be without my best friend?”

Tig pulled her towards him and kissed the top of her head, "my god I love you." 

"I love you too Tig," she laughed, ruffling his hair.  She tucked the knife into his pocket and turned to pick up Cain, "alright buddy, what do you want to do next?" 

He yawned and I laughed, "looks like he's ready for a nap." 

"Am not," he sighed, "I jus..." 

He yawned again.  

This time Mandy yawned with him, "you okay?" 

She nodded, putting a hand over her mouth, "I'm fine." 

"Hey guys, the Irish are coming," Juice said, jogging up to us, “we gotta go.”

"Good," I nodded, "you tell Clay?" 

He nodded, "yeah.  He told me to come get you guys." 

"Alright."  

"Hey Amanda," Juice said, "I know I said it earlier, but you look really pretty today." 

She ignored him, and I looked at Tig.  He shrugged.  I poked Juices' shoulder, "you done hitting on my sister?"

"I  wasn-" 

"Sure," I said slowly, "Imma drive Cain back Alicias.  Mikey is there.  Can one of you take Mandy home?" 

"I don't wanna go yet," she sighed, “I-“

"You know what mom said," I said, playing gatekeeper, "and you know that they're gonna start selling beer soon.  It's about five p.m." 

"Fine." 

"I can take her," Juice offered, “it’s no trouble.”

"I got it, kid." Tig said, standing in front of her.  He passed the dragon to Juice, "make sure the dragon gets to the clubhouse for the kid." 

Mandy’s POV

"What do you want?" I asked as I stood behind the bar, grabbing myself a beer.  Juan Carlos grabbed it out of my hand and placed it behind himself. 

"You don't need that," he said simply, "you're a minor." 

"It's none of your damn business," I hissed, trying to reach past him.  He wouldn't let me grab the beer.  He backed me into the corner, and I smirked.  I placed my hand low on his stomach.  I could feel his abs flex underneath my touch.  I slid a little lower until I hit the button on his jeans. 

He grabbed my hand and looked away from me, "we can't do that, Mandy." 

"What if I want you though," I purred in his ear.  I wrapped my hand around his own and pulled it up to my lips, being sure to kiss his palm, then his fingers.  I slowly moved my head side to side, and his thumb parted my lips.  I looked deep into his eyes as I let it go into my mouth.  His eyes became glued to my mouth.  One hand snaked its way to his thigh, getting closer to his crotch every time I glided it over his jeans.  The other, slowly reached for the beer.  He removed his thumb from my mouth and pulled my face to his, allowing me to kiss him.  

For a second, I forgot about my beer.   Forgot that I wanted nothing to do with him.  

Forgot that he refused to sleep with me.  

My hands went beneath his kutte, beneath his shirt, and gripped onto him for all that we were worth.  I moaned softly against his lips and closed my eyes.  

I missed this.

For a second, I remembered what it'd been like before we broke up. 

Then he pulled away.  

His eyes were still closed, and he was biting his lip.  But I could read him like an open book.  Disappointment was written across his face

"I shouldn't have done that." 

"What?" 

"We're broken up," he said, not daring to look me in the eyes, "I shouldn't have kissed you.  I have to go load up the bags for your dad." 

Before I could even respond he turned and walked away from me.  

******

"You up for it, kiddo?" dad asked. I nodded and held my switchblade, tears forming at my eyes. I had been torn from my thoughts of Juice, and what had happened earlier today before they raided some abstinence group.  

Tristan was a friend. Any sick fuck that hurt her deserved the pain. 

"Clay I don-"

"I can do it," I said, putting the knife in my pocket, "I'll do it, daddy."

He nodded and walked over to me, kissing the top of my head. He wrapped his arms around me, "I'm not going to force you to do this...but with what Tig told m-"

"I don't want to talk about why I feel the way I feel," I sighed looking away from him, "I just want to destroy something...and this monste...he deserves it for hurting Tristan."

"Good," he said, pulling away from me, "because if I know one thing, it's that Oswald won't be able to pull the trigger on it. We need a little insurance. I need to know I can count on you, Amanda."

"You can."

"Cl-"

"Alex," daddy boomed, "I don't need your input. This is between me and my daughter."

"It's a club thing though," he said, trying to keep me from it, "she's not in the club."

"I'm not trying to be," I replied. I walked up to Tig and put either hand on his kutte, "I need you to understand though, Uncle Tig. I can't just keep burying this...I need to do something about it."

"You sure you can do it?"

I turned back to my dad and nodded. When it was time to meet up with Oswald, after Jax had gotten the clown that raped Tristan, I was told to keep watch at the edge of the woods. I watched Mr. Oswald meet up with him. He pulled out a knife used to castrate bulls, and I couldn't help but get excited. This pig was going to get what he deserved.

When they ripped open his shirt, I could see the scratch marks from my spot. Tristan had fought back. I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. How could someone do that?

Sure, I felt like I wanted the world to burn...but not that.

I heard Oswald stifle a groan. He felt just as sickened as I did. He dropped the knife and turned away. He couldn't do it.  Daddy whistled and that was my cue. He picked up the knife and handed it to me, "you know what to do, sweetie."

I felt a sickening smile perch itself on my lips as I took the knife in my gloved hand.

"What the hell is this?" Jax asked as I neared the man.

"Hold him still," I whispered, “it’s time that he gets what he deserves.”

My voice didn't even register as my own. It felt so foreign...so in control. The guy began to scream as I got closer. I dropped to my knees and held the knife between the two of us. It glittered in the night's sky.

"I bet she cried too," I said slowly, "and just like you...I won't listen."

I took him in my hand and with the flick of my wrist he no longer had the parts he'd used to violate my friend. His muffled screams got louder as the guys dropped him, and he fell backwards. I turned around and got up, handing the knife to my father and wiping the stray blood when I'd castrated away from my cheek, "he deserves to bleed out."

"Holy shit," my brother gasped. He took me by my upper arm, and I shrugged him loose, making my way up the hill. I knew he was angry as he pointed at me, "what the hell was that?"

"Your little sister knows what it means to protect the club," I heard daddy say calmly, "got some insurance."

Juice’s POV

He's at St. Thomas," Clay smiled, heading over to his bike. He pointed at me, "finish preppin the AKs. Put em in the duffel. Full clips."

"Got it."

"Hey hey. Put these in my box," Tig said, handing me a bag of white pills, “don’t touch em.”

"What are they."

Vitamins," he said quickly, "vitamins."

"Okay."

I waited until they walked off, and I took a few in my hand, popping one in my mouth. They didn't look like vitamins. Definitely didn't taste like them. I popped another one as I made my way into the clubhouse.

Mandy was playing pool by herself.

"Hey."

She ignored me.

I nodded and bit my lip, taking another one of Tigs pills before putting them in my pocket. I went to grab the duffel and headed over to the safe. I dropped it on the pool table, and she glared at me.

"What the fuck?"

I turned back to the safe and put the pills on top. I'd put them in Tig's room when I got done loading the AKs.

"Juice."

I ignored her and opened the safe. She tried to spin me around, but I shrugged her off. She punched me in the arm, and I turned around, grabbing a few AKs, before loading them in the bag. When I turned around, she was in front of me. She uncrossed her arms and put them on either side of me. She leaned towards me and looked into my eyes. I felt her breasts press against me, and I started to feel a little dizzy. Sure, it'd only been about a week, but I was aching for her touch.

"Juan Carlos."

I'd realized that my eyes had trailed down to her breasts. I looked back into her eyes, and she had a devilish grin.

"Yeah?"

Her hand went up to my head, and she traced along my head tattoos. I closed my eyes and began to crane my neck down to kiss those perfectly plump lips of hers. Her body weight moved away from me, and I opened my eyes just in time to see an open palm speeding away towards me.

"SHIT," I hissed, cupping my now red cheek, "what the fuck, Mandy?"

"You ruined my game," she said in a low voice, “fucking asshole.”

"Crazy fucking bitch."

I saw a glimmer in her eye, "what'd you say?"

"I'm not playing your psycho games today, Mandy," I growled, "I got shit to do."

She eyed the pills on top of the safe. I made my way back to them and our hands touched as I grabbed the bag.

"They're Tigs," I said slowly, “hands off.”

She smirked, "I don't care."

"Yeah well I do."

"She eyed me up and down, "come on Juice."

"No," I muttered. I turned around and I pocketed them. I reached in the safe for the clips.

"Come on," she purred in my ear. Her arms wrapped around me. One stayed above my belly button, but I felt the other one begin to stroke me through my jeans, "I know what you want, Juan Carlos."

My head fell forward ever so slightly, and I closed my eyes.

FUCK. It felt good.

Her touching me.

I missed it. I dropped the clips on the ground and flipped around. She dropped to her knees and my belt was gone before I knew what was going on. She only stopped after she'd unbuttoned my jeans. She looked up at me with the most devilish grin. Her hand was still stroking me.

"Fuck...I miss you."

She pulled down my boxers and stood up. Her hand continued to work me over, and she kissed me.

"I need you," she whispered. I closed my eyes, trying to fight off the feelings, “Want to feel you so bad, JC.”

"I can't."

Her hand stopped moving, but I still felt light-headed.

"Juan Carlos..."

"I promised Alicia."

"Then take care of your own damn self," she hissed. When I opened my eyes, she was gone, “asshole.”

I looked back at the clips on the ground, along with my jeans and boxers around my ankles.  Everything was fine until I bent over to pull my pants up.  I got them buttoned, and I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I wanted to throw up and pass out. 

"What the fuck?" 

I pulled the pills from my pocket to check and see what they really were.  No way this shit was vitamins.  I could almost make out the inscription of what it had said before everything started going dark. 

AAHHH fuck. 

"HEY.  Idiot.  Wake up." 

My head felt groggy, but when I opened my eyes, there was a bright light.  It faded and Hale came into focus.  He was nudging me with his boot, "you must've reallly pissed off your buddies." 

I went to speak and noticed that I couldn't.  There was a pacifier in my mouth.  I looked down at my chest to see a sign. 

"Oh shit," I muttered as I pulled the duct taped pacifier from my lips, “fuck.”

"Mhmmm," Hale nodded, as I pushed myself from the grass, "come on.  Get outta here before I slap an indecent exposure on you." 

"oh," I groaned, getting up, "I'm sorry chief.  I'm not sure what...uh-" 

He nodded and I looked down at my chest, "I gotta go...Um. I'm late for my 8:00 feeding." 

"Uh huh," he nodded, holding back laughter.  He took a step to the side, and I began to hobble down the sidewalk after pulling the sign that was stapled to my chest. "Oh.  ow." 

I managed to hobble a few blocks before Mandy appeared in her car, "get in, jackass." 

"Oh, so now you want to talk to me?" 

"I don't agree with what they did," she said, taking a drag of her cigarette, "you're a jackass...and I can't decide if I love or hate you...but this is too much...so get in Juice." 

I hobbled over to her car, "do you mind driving me home?" 

She nodded, moving her purse to the floor, "get in.  We'll figure it out as we go." 

I nodded and got into the car, "you know I love you, right Mandy?" 

She nodded, "I love you too Juan Carlos..." 

I took her hand that was resting on the gear shift, "really.  I love you Mandy...I just…it's gotta be the right time...you know?"

"I get it." 

"Are you just saying you do so I'll shut up?" 

"I can't have a serious conversation with you while you're in a diaper," she laughed, not looking at me, "get home...grab a shower.  I'll make you breakfast, and we'll talk.  Okay?" 

I smiled, "alright." 

Chapter 6

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Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

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David Hale

Strip  🖤

Say your goodbyes

Happy Lowman

Butterflies    Never have to leave

Prune

Stupid Croweater

Harry ‘Opie’ Winston

Landmine

Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford

Light

Rane Quinn

Magical 🖤

Herman Kozik

John Doe

Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller

Semi

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Outlaw Woman Ch 3

Rated M- like for real people.

Summary- Lexi’s always been the type to do things the hard way.

Masterlist 

Happy x OC x Jax, David Hale x OC

Lexi had been relocated to a corner booth after flatly refusing to sit on the couch. “Last Friday night, my brother- MY BROTHER- was getting a hummer from some red head on that couch. I am not sitting on that couch ever again.” Happy snorted as he steadied her on her left and Tig shot him a glare from her right. “If you’re not sitting anywhere you’re brother’s had sex, we’ll have to burn down the club house and start again.” Lexi’s lip curled in disgust. “I don’t want to continue this conversation.” Tig laughed and sat her down gently in the booth before giving his brother a playful shrug. “You’re just jealous Hoover Lips prefers me.” Happy grunted as he adjusted Lexi’s leg so it was stretched out on the booth next to her with the ice resting on it. His dark eyes moved up her leg and over her body before catching her own, “Nah man, you know I prefer blonds.” He quickly looked away shoving TIg back playfully. They began to grapple with each other as Gemma joined Lexi.

The Prospect walked in then carrying two bags from the diner. Gemma had decided that they better get some food in Lexi before her drunken haze turned into drunken vomiting. “Oh god Sac, I forgive you!” Half Sac laughed as Lexi gave him a peck on the cheek and pulled her burger out of the greasy paper bag. Gemma gave him an assessing look, “I don’t.” Sac looked down blushing slightly and scuffled off to finish inventory behind the bar. Lexi gave Gemma a pointed look to which Gemma shrugged, “what? I told him not to give you any liquor until after one.” Lexi sighed mumbling under her breath, “this was special circumstances,” before taking a huge bite out of her burger.

The door flew open and Tig and Happy both immediately stood up putting themselves in front of the two women. Gemma’s focus wasn’t on her son storming in, but on Happy. The more she thought about it the more she came to realize that Happy had always been extremely attentive of Lexi and her safety. They got along well. It had never struck her as odd; Lexi got along well with all of the boys, but Happy wasn’t like the other guys. The more she thought about it the more she realized how comfortable they were with each other- which was downright strange considering how little time Happy actually spent in Charming. Then again Happy was close with Tig- maybe it had something to do with that. Gemma was developing quite the headache.

Jax came storming in completely ignoring the posturing of the two men. “What the fuck were you thinking Lexi?” Lexi rolled her eyes groaning and leaning back. Tig moved to sit back down but Happy looked wearily between the two and decided to stay exactly where he was though he moved to cross his arms over his chest and lean casually against the pool table. “I wasn’t thinking Jax. She hit me. I told her to stop. She didn’t stop. So I stopped her.” Jax stopped to take in Lexi. He could hear in her accent that she’d been drinking. He noticed her leg- wrapped in bandages and elevated with an icepack over her ankle. Jax groaned and flopped down next to his mother, his hands rubbing up and down his face in frustration. “She wants to press charges Lexi.” Lexi rolled her eyes, “she won’t do shit.” Jax sighed heavily, “you broke her nose.” Lexi sat up proudly, “I know.” Jax groaned again.

Gemma rubbed her son’s back affectionately and he ate a few of his mom’s fries. “Did you explain to Tara why that was a bad idea?” Jax nodded wearily as Happy finally relaxed. “Do I need to talk to her?” asked Gemma. Jax glared at his mom, “yeah, because you two get along so well.” Gemma shrugged innocently. Lexi sighed happily as she ate her burger. When was Jax going to realize that if no one liked the bitch there was probably a reason why? Tara did not want this life, that’s why she left. Now, regardless of what she might or might not want, Tara did not belong.

Gemma stared blankly at her nails as she tapped them against the table top. “Maybe you should call Hale.” “Fuck no!” shouted Tig coming to stand behind his sister. Lexi choked slightly on her fry reaching for her Coke. “Why the hell would I do that?” she rasped as she struggled to get her coughing under control. “Because that boy loves you and would do anything for you, including getting Tara to shut her trap.” “You dating a cop now?” All eyes turned to where Happy was watching intently sipping on his beer. He’d sat and was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees his biceps flexing. Lexi gave him a questioning look. Why the hell was he suddenly so interested in her love life? His expression was completely unreadable as they stared at each other for a long moment.

Tig rolled his eyes, “like I’d let that happen.” Lexi shot a glare at her brother, “like you have any say over who I fucking date.” Tig grinned at her, “if you dated anyone- I’d have a say over it.” Lexi’s spine stiffened and she continued to glare at him. This was why she didn’t date in Charming. This was why she rarely had more than a weekend fling. How could she possibly introduce someone to this life? To these boys? To her boys? Tig’s smile faltered slightly as Lexi’s cold gaze was unrelenting, her baby blues lightening to a frigid gray, almost white. “Don’t do that.” He groaned putting his large hand over her face trying to block it out. “I hate when your eyes go all ‘ice queen’ on me.” She pushed his hand away before returning to her burger. “I’m not calling David.”

Jax smiled at her tossing a fry at her and turning to Happy with a crooked grin. “The guy had the hots for her for years. We are NOT friends, we’ve never gotten along, but every freaking summer the guy would just show up.” Happy said nothing, taking a final pull from his beer. “He got that job as a paper boy, just so he’d have a chance to ride his bike by the house and see Lex.” Lexi covered her reddening face with her hands slumping further into the booth. Gemma patted her shoulder lovingly. “It’s true. Hale almost lost his mind when you moved here.” Jax snorted, “oh God I forgot about that!” He turned to Happy, now flapping his hands around and laughing as he spoke. “She was fucking 16 when she moved in. Summer that we graduated. She’s laying out in the bed of her truck in this yellow fucking bikini.” Now Lexi’s ears were turning red. “Fucking gorgeous,” muttered Jax under his breath squinting eyes like if he just looked hard enough he could conjure the image. She peeked through her fingers and her eyes met Happy’s heated gaze. She reached up yanking her brother’s beer out of his hands. Tig was laughing too hard to put up a fight. She brought it to her lips but before she could take a drink Gemma yanked it away. “You’re good for now.” Lexi growled as Jax continued, “He goes driving by real slow in his brother’s car, staring at her like she’s a god damn glass of water and he’s been wandering the desert for weeks. Then, BOOM!” Jax smacked his hands together. “Mother Fucker hits the tow truck as it’s turning onto the lot.” Lexi threw an open ketchup packet at Jax hitting him in his pretty white tee shirt.

 ‘With a Rebel Yell she cried More, More, More!’

 Lexi groaned and leaned- started searching around for her phone, finally realizing it was in her back pocket she had to lift herself slightly off the seat arching her back and twisting so she could finally get it out. Two sets of eyes watched her movements intensely both completely oblivious to the calculating glances of the Queen Bee. This looked like a disaster waiting to happen to Gemma Teller.

Lexi checked the screen before swiping her finger across it with a very concerned look on her face. “Hello?” “Your Texas is showing,” teased Tig in her ear and like the petulant child he was Lexi shoved him back over her shoulder.

David Hale paced his office, Uncer’s prepaid against his ear. “Uh, hey Lexi.” “What’s up David?” She sounded suspicious, she probably had some idea what this was about he realized. “Um, Tara is pressing charges Lexi.” She cleared her throat, “is there something you can do about it?” David shook his head rubbing his hand over his eyes, “No, I mean maybe if I had taken the report, but Lex she flagged down some newbie at the hospital.” He sat on his desk with a grunt, “Lex they’ve already filed the report and Unser is coming to pick you up. Lex ATF is with him. You have to get out of there. They could keep you here for days buried under a mountain of red tape.” “FUCK! Thanks David!” She hung up abruptly.

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ATF!Series Part Five: That Kind of Love - David Hale x Reader, Jax Teller x Reader

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ATF Series:

Part One: A Rabbit You Don't Want To Chase - Stahl makes an unwelcome return to David's life.

Part Two: Fucked - Stahl fucks up you entire life in pursuit of Jax Teller.

Part Three: Hell or High Water - David visits you in jail.

Part Four: Damage Control - David tries to contain the damage and makes a decision about the future.

Everyone thinks the relationship between you and Jax was just sex but the truth is it wasn’t. There are things that Jax told you throughout your time together that he has never told another person. His suspicions over his father’s death, his dismay at the direction the club is taking under Clay’s leadership, how trapped he feels by the legacy that’s been foisted upon him.

Those three months you’d spent together he had found himself falling in love. You were so different than the other people in his orbit, open, free spirited and you didn’t say a single thing you didn’t mean. That’s the reason he’d had to end it with you, because you were so unapologetically yourself it was detrimental.

When he hears you’re leaving for Santo Padre, he knows you won’t be coming back. The art scene over there is bustling, it’s the perfect place for a budding artist especially one of your calibre. He is surprised that Hale’s going with you. That man hasn’t taken so much as a vacation day since he graduated the academy and how he’s taking an eight week sabbatical so that he can that he can be with you over the summer.

It's just another way that Jax would have failed you because if he were in Hale’s shoes, he wouldn’t have been able to leave Charming, Clay would never have let him.

All of this shit you’ve been through recently, the arrest by Stahl, the vandalism charges, losing your placement in San Franisco, all of that’s on him. You’d had it in your power to put him back in prison, to take down the club and instead you’d set your life on fire. He’d like to think it was because of him but the truth is, he knows you were protecting Hale. If Clay thought you were a threat he would have come after you and Hale, he would have got caught up in the crossfire.

That man would do anything for you, he’d proved it when he used all of his political leverage to keep you out of jail. The promotion Hale had been seeking, it’s gone, he doesn’t have the juice for it anymore but he doesn’t seem to care. His priority is you, it has been since the very beginning.

When Stahl shows up at the club that night to wipe that in Jax’s face, he sees the writing on the wall. This bitch, she’s not going to stop just because the two of you have hightailed it to Santo Padre. She tells him as much as she sits in her car in the Teller Morrow forecourt, the engine still running. She’s going to follow you, try and use the Mayans connection to come at SAMCRO. Those guys may be running legit now but there’s still skeletons in their closet, ones that could lead back to Charming.

That’s the reason he gives Clay when he shoots her at point blank range in the head, he was protecting their business from a possible RICO case but the truth is, he was protecting you because Stahl. That cunt was never going to stop, not until she destroyed you, Hale and the club.

They make it look like it was the IRA. It makes sense to the AFT, she was tracking Galen, and now they’ve found her on the outskirts of town, carved up with the Butcher of Belfast’s signature. When Galen turns back up in Ireland, the investigation is torn from their hands and the ATF withdraw from Charming once again.

The night before you leave for Santo Padre Jax turns up outside your house. He wants to say goodbye, to tell you that you’re safe, that you don’t have to worry about repercussions from Stahl or the club. He barely has time to get off his bike before he sees Hale’s Jeep already pulling into the driveway. The other man doesn’t see him, he’s too busy collecting his bags out the back of his car.

You’re wearing one of Hale’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers shorts when you open the door. It rankles Jax to see you in another man’s clothes, he remembers the mornings you’d slip from his sheets wearing a shirt of his that barely covered your ass. Hale smiles when he sees you, his fingers threading through your hair as the deputy kisses you with a tenderness he had never exhibited before he met you.

This is what love looks like, Jax understands, the kind of love that he can never give you.

He waits until you’ve gone inside before he starts his bike. He doesn’t want to infringe on your life any more than he already has. You deserve a man who puts you first and Jax has always known it could never be him.

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[yourwinchesterbros]

“Rule Breaker”     Part One

Part two available!

Word Count: 4.5K 

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader x Damon Hale 

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

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

This fic is 18+ only, Minors do not interact 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey darlin’ ” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmhm” You hum back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Here she is. Our Kinktober Masterlist, I hope you guys are as excited as I am. xxx

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Guns, Claws & Teeth pt. 2

On the way back from running an errand for your brother, you stop by an auto garage for a tune-up for your car. Once there, you run into a bit of trouble but it's nothing you can't handle. Unfortunately, the humans you've made friends with are dragged into the mess.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Words: 4.1K Author's Note: Violence. Some good 'ol fashion wolf vs. wolf action.

The parking lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive is tense.

Gemma and the men had taken your words seriously, pulling out weapons from their hiding spots and arming themselves. Though they do keep a respectable distance from you as you angrily pace back and forth, texting your brother every now and then.

"So.. werewolves, huh?" Juice wonders. You glance at him, eyes narrowing as you try to determine whether he's actually curious or what.

And seeing that he actually does look curious, even as his brothers nudge him to shut him up, you grin. "Yeah. There's so much you don't know about the supernatural world, man. I'll tell you about it later if I live through this night."

That stops everyone short. "You don't think you're gonna make it?"

"M'not sure," you answer distractedly. "Alphas are more powerful than a beta or omega, but it is possible for them to fall to a less powerful wolf."

"So your family," Gemma says, arms crossed and foot tapping as she stares you down, "was that all bullshit or..?"

"Definitely not bullshit. I just left out a few key details."

"Such as?" She asks.

"Such as the fact that the bitch who targeted my family came from a family of werewolf hunters. They had a code to only hunt wolves who hunted humans, but she defected. She killed all wolves, no matter if they were good or bad, and who better to take out than the one wolf family who was highly respected in the werewolf community."

"And the relationship with your brother? That true too?"

"Yeah. She needed to know the ins and outs of our home, and when a majority of the Hales would be in the same place at the same time. I had family who were human, including the ten month old, and she didn't care. As long as they bore the name Hale, she thought they deserved to die."

"You said your uncle got justice for the family. He kill her?" Opie asks.

You glance at him and give him a nod. "He ripped her throat out. And then my brother ripped his out."

Everyone frowns, but it's Jax who mutters, "What the fuck."

You chuckle, scenting the air real quick to make sure no one is approaching, and then explain. "When they pulled my uncle from the fire, his body had trouble healing. He was basically trapped in his mind, slowly going crazy. Fast forward years later when my sister gets lured back to Beacon Hills and my mostly healed uncle kills his own niece for her alpha power." The men and Gemma all stare at you in shock. "He wanted her alpha power to start his own pack and hunt down those responsible for the fire. So when me and my brother came back, and figured everything out, we let him get his revenge before my brother tore his throat out and became the next Hale alpha."

"So what, you both just picked right back up in the place your family was burned alive?" Jax asks.

"Yes. We rebuilt our home and opened the garage. Those kids I told you about, the ones who work in the garage? My brother gave them the option to take the bite since it was fifty-fifty it would take. A bite from an alpha can either kill you or turn you. It cured Erica of her epilepsy, let Isaac be strong enough to stand up to his father, and gave Boyd a new family. It's our job to protect Beacon Hills and it's people from supernatural threats."

Everyone goes quiet as your words sink in.

Eventually, Juice snorts. "So do you like get furry on the night of the full moon?"

Opie, Jax and Chibs all start to laugh.

"Only those with great power can turn into an actual wolf. I only have a-" Your ears perk up at the sound of slowly approaching vehicles and you tense. You glance over your shoulder, scent the air, and let loose a low growl. "Enough about me. We've got incoming."

"How many?" Jax is immediately at your side as you face the gates.

"Four."

He scoffs. "Easy."

"Four wolves against one wolf and five humans? I don't know, Jax." Two vehicles park outside of the opened gates, but only one man gets off. "Stay behind me," you mumble.

You're not surprised to have these bikers spread out on either side of you, but you are surprised when Gemma joins them. Red eyes flare, which causes an automatic warning growl to reverberate through your throat, and a smirk spreads across the man's lips as he steps under a street lamp. "It appears we've brought claws to a gun fight," the alpha muses. "Let me rectify that real quick."

Three more wolves get off the vehicles, joining their alpha with weapons in hand.

"You don't want to do this," you tell him. "You're gonna start a war you have no hope of winning the moment alpha Hale catches wind of your scent."

"You're trespassing on my land, beta."

"You didn't claim it with the alpha in charge, pup." The alpha's smile falls and you raise an eyebrow at him. "What? Didn't think I could smell the difference," you say. "You're not a born wolf. You're newly bitten and in way over your head. You start this fight right now and alpha Hale's gonna rip your head off."

He stares at you before a cruel smirk forms. "I'll take my chances."

The wolves open fire, causing the humans to duck and take cover before they can fire back. Your instincts are telling you to take cover as well, but you quickly realize they're not firing at you or the humans. They're firing at the shops and vehicles.

The sound of glass shattering has you whirling around and your eyes widen at the sight of the back windshield of your car having been shot out. You face the wolves once more, eyes glowing and teeth elongating as you let out a heart stopping roar of rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

You rush forward, meeting one beta head on as the gun fire ceases. You deflect a punch, raising a hand full of claws and slashing the wolf across his torso. Another beta approaches, but you're quick to kick out and catch them in their gut. A gunshot rings out, too close for comfort, and you roar as you feel your right shoulder jerk back upon impact. Someone wraps their arms around you from behind and you're quick to throw your head back, grinning viciously at the snap of bone you hear before dropping and sweeping their feet from underneath them.

The gunfire picks up once more and you feel a searing pain in your thigh, but you ignore it. You take claws across the chest before the beta attacking you takes a bullet to the side of his head, and you glance back at the men you'd gotten to know earlier who are clearly watching your back now. The alpha roars something awful, which makes you flinch, but your focus is still on the other two betas.

More searing pain erupts in your side as you throw yourself at another beta, slashing claws across their throat before falling into a crouch before launching yourself at the third beta. The fight with a third beta is a struggle and you can feel your control slowly slipping. And when you feel yourself losing the upper hand, you growl before sinking your fangs into the side of their throat and ripping out a chunk of flesh.

"BEHIND YOU!"

More gunshots ring out and you whirl around just in time to see the last wolf stumble in surprise at all the gunshots now littering his chest. And in your blood lust, you lunge up and dig your claws into his throat before yanking out his trachea.

As quiet takes over the parking lot, you become aware of your heavy breathing. You're still on high alert as you glance around at the bodies littering the lot and you let loose a warning growl when you hear a pebble skip across asphalt. The five humans freeze, two of them halfheartedly raising guns in your direction.

"Hey, weren't your eyes blue before?"

Those words knock the angry haze from your mind and you blink in confusion at Juice. "What? They are blue."

"Nah, they're red now."

"What?" Your heart stops and you glance around at the bodies littering the ground, bile rising in the back of your throat when you see the then-alpha staring blankly up at the sky. "No, no, no."

"Honey, I don't know what you're freaking out about, but we really need to remove those bullets from you," Gemma says, though she keeps her distance.

You look at her, brow furrowing. "What?"

"You've been shot three times. You need to get those bullets out."

Gemma's words slowly sink in and you glance down at yourself. Sure enough, there's a wound on your right shoulder, your right side, and your left thigh. "Oh."

"So come on. Come join us in the clubhouse while Chibs dig those out for you."

"Y-Yeah. Okay."

You're in a bit of a daze as someone leads you into what they call the clubhouse, then over to a table where everything is swiped off before you're told to lay down.

"Shirt's gonna have to come off, lass."

Without a care, you strip off your shirt which leaves you in just your bra and shorts. Before you lay down, your eyes land on a bar and the liquor shelf behind it. "Can someone grab me a bottle? I don't care what it is, I just need something stronger than beer."

Juice jogs over behind the bar, picking up a random bottle of liquor and running it back to you. You twist off the lid and take a long pull from it, only stopping when Jax puts his hand on the bottle to push it down. "Hey, take it slow."

Your nose wrinkles at the brief burn of alcohol. "Don't need to. I can't get drunk unless it's a special mix." You take another long pull of the liquor before setting the bottle aside, and lay down. "Okay. I'm ready."

Chibs dig into your shoulder first and you can't help the flare of your eyes or the elongation of your teeth. But you don't snarl or glare, instead you grit your fangs and bear it.

The moment the first bullet comes out, Juice is there with a dish towel to press against the wound. You wave him off before he can ruin it. "Don't bother. It's already closing." Everyone freezes and glances at your shoulder wound, and you tiredly smile at their awe. "Perks of being a werewolf. We heal quickly."

As Chibs works on the other two bullets, you dig your phone out of shorts. You unlock it and scroll down to your brother's contact, tapping on it and then placing the phone on speaker before letting it clatter to the table top.

It rings and rings, and then, "What happened?"

"The pack attacked." You grunt as the bullet in your thigh gives Chibs a bit of trouble. "I'm currently laid out on the table as a friend digs out a bullet from my thigh."

"Shit. Did any get away?"

"Only four came- three betas and the alpha. M'not sure if there's more to his pack, but-" You trail off, unsure how to say what you have to next.

"But what, YN?"

"I killed the alpha." Your brother goes quiet and tears slowly fill your eyes. "I didn't mean to, Der. It just happened. I was so caught up in the fight and-"

"We'll figure it out, little sister. Just sit tight. We'll be there soon."

"Okay."

The phone beeps, signifying that Derek's hung up and you sigh. "Are cops going to be an issue?"

"Nah," Jax says. "We have them in our pocket."

Just as Chibs tells you you're all done, numerous sounds of roaring engines fill the air.

"Shit." Jax cusses.

"Don't worry. I'll hold them off," Gemma says. "But they will want an explanation."

You sit up and gratefully accept a shirt Opie holds out for you. "That's fine. So long as they can keep this between us, they can know." The shirt is black with the words SAMCRO stamped across the front and you grip it one hand. "Is there a bathroom I can wash all the blood off in?"

"Yeah. Ope, get her a shower," Jax says.

Opie nods and gestures for you to follow. "Thank you." Staring at Jax once more, you ask, "Do you think some of the boys can get the bodies in the vehicles and park them out back? I'll have my brother get rid of it all later."

"Sure."

You follow Opie further into the clubhouse just as there's a bit of a commotion outside, but you don't pay it any mind. Opie opens the door to what appears to be a dorm room and he points to another door inside. "There's the bathroom. My wife has some leggings here if you want a pair."

"Yes, please."

The tall biker turns towards the dresser, pulling open a drawer and pulling out a pair of dark gray leggings. You flash him a smile as you accept them and then head into the bathroom.

A quick rinse off and some fresh clothes later, you're stepping out into the room where Opie is still waiting. Upon seeing you, he chuckles. "You're so unassuming. If I hadn't seen what you did earlier, I wouldn't believe whatever Gem and Jax are telling the boys outside."

You shift nervously in front of him. "That's what's scary about the supernatural world. You never know who is human and who is not." He hums in agreement. "So, uh, is there a place I can burn my bloody clothes?"

"Yeah. I'll tell a Prospect to get a fire going."

"Thanks. And if you can have someone catalog the damage those assholes did to the garage and club, I'll pay for all damages."

Opie looks at you in surprise. "I'll let Gemma know."

Walking back out into the club, you grab up your bloody shirt and follow Opie. Outside in the lot, it seems like Jax is holding court to a bunch of bikers that are listening intently to everything he's telling them about the fight that took place and werewolves. The scent of bleach assaults your nose, and you watch as one individual pours bleach on the now body-free parking lot and another washes it away with a water hose.

Opie pulls someone aside, murmuring something in his ear, and the man glances at you with wide eyes. He nods and hesitantly makes his way towards you, holding his hands out for your bloodied clothes that you readily hand over. As he scampers off, you glance back up to see several people staring at you.

One individual with a head of curly dark hair and receding hairline scoffs. "She's a werewolf? I don't know what you've been smoking, kid, but werewolves don't-"

You snarl, flashing red eyes and very sharp teeth at him.

Nearly everyone pulls a weapon, but you stand your ground and don't say a word. Instead, you let your supernatural features fade away as Jax yells at his people. "ENOUGH! I didn't tell you about werewolves so you can shoot the one we're on friendly terms with as of right now. YN came here as a client to the garage- nothing more, nothing less. She didn't know she was bringing a fight to the club, but she made damn sure to eliminate the threat. Show her an ounce of respect."

There are several unhappy grumbles, but everyone listens. Weapons are holstered and everyone eyes you warily as Opie leads you to the picnic tables. You sigh, stepping up onto the bench so you can sit on the edge of the table itself. You're surprised as Jax joins you, and Opie and Juice sit near your feet on the bench. The other picnic table is brought in front of the one you're sitting on, and Gemma takes a seat along with Chibs and two other individuals.

"YN, this is Clay and Happy." Jax introduces you to a white-haired man who still looks like he has a lot of fight in him and another individual whose stoic expression unsettles you. Both nod in greeting.

"Hi." You fold your arms in your lap, looking at Gemma head on. "I already told Opie, but since you're here.." She perks up, listening. "If you can have someone catalog the damages to your garage and club, I'll pay for it all."

Jax nudges you. "You don't have to do that."

"I do." You look at him, smiling faintly. "These wolves came because of me, so I'll pay for any and all damages."

Gemma slowly smiles. "Thanks, baby."

"Don't even mention it."

Gemma yells for someone and tells them to start logging the damage and it's worth. Then after they run to get started on the job they were assigned, Chibs looks up at you.

"I got a question for 'ya, lass."

"Shoot."

"Why were 'ya so freaked to have red eyes instead of blue?"

You exhale tiredly. "Because red eyes signify alpha status. No pack can have more than one alpha unless they want to constantly butt heads, which means I'll have to leave my pack and start anew elsewhere."

"I have a question too," Clay suddenly speaks up. "Why tell us all of this? If you creatures are dead set on keeping the secret of your existence, why tell my family?"

It takes you a moment to think about it.

"Have you ever met someone and just instantly clicked with them?" You ask. "Someone you met that you just felt at ease with even though they were a complete stranger?" Clay shrugs. "Well when I met Chibs, Jax, Juice and Gemma, that's exactly how I felt. Like I knew them for years and was reuniting with an old friend."

Jax coos next to you and you immediately nudge him, chuckling as you shake your head at him. Clay has a few more questions for you and, though he's not the one in charge, you feel like you should answer anything they throw at you.

A couple hours later, after all the remnants of a gunfight having taken place have been discarded and beers have been passed around to those sitting around you, three vehicles pull up to the lot. Everyone tenses, but when seeing the Camaro that's nearly identical to yours out front, you tell them it's okay.

"It's my brother." When Derek and the betas get off their vehicles, you're surprised to see Peter trailing after them. You hop off the table to greet your brother, hesitating briefly upon touching him before giving in and hugging him. He chuckles and then you stare at your friends before asking, "Can I?"

After all, you didn't want to trigger your brother's wolf by another alpha getting too close to his betas.

"Of course."

Erica, Isaac and Boyd can immediately tell the difference when you hug them, and you smile faintly when you flash red eyes at them.

"Holy shit," Erica says.

"Yeah." Looking at your brother, you say, "There's two vehicles out back with the bodies. Can they take them far out of the county and stage a scene? I don't wanna bring suspicion to the garage's doorstep."

"What's the scene gonna look like?"

"Shootout and an animal attack." You shrug. "I used claws and teeth, and the humans used guns."

"Okay."

Derek gestures for the betas to do as they're told as Juice tells them where to find the vehicles around back. Boyd mentions he'll follow in one of their cars, and Isaac and Erica jog around the garage to go find the vehicles they need to dispose of.

Left alone with just Derek and Peter, you quickly introduce everyone to each other.

"Hold on," Juice says, frowning. "I thought you said your uncle Peter was dead? That your brother ripped his throat out?"

All gazes dart to Peter and Derek who are only a few feet apart, and Peter chuckles as you roll your eyes. "Uncle Peter has an awful habit of not staying dead. He's a nuisance, but as the Pack Enforcer, he's kind of needed."

"Thank you, darling niece. It's so nice to hear that you only keep me around because of my role in the pack and not because we're family."

"I stopped caring for your well-being the moment we found out you cut Laura, your other darling niece, in half," you deadpan.

Gemma gasps and suddenly the humans are on edge.

From the corner of your eye, you see Happy sit a little straighter at that information as he stares at your uncle. Everyone kind of reshuffles around then so that Peter and Derek are not at anyone's back, and you end up between Jax and Opie once more as they stand close by on either side of you.

"So what's your plan?" Derek asks, arms crossing over his chest.

"I'm not sure." You copy his posture. "I don't want to risk making betas. The bite has a 50/50 chance of taking, and I don't want to risk killing someone."

"You and I both know that it's possible to have a pack with members who are human." His eyes dart to the men standing next to you and you frown. "So long as you bond with these people and treat them as family, they're pack."

"What happens if she doesn't form a pack?" Jax asks.

Derek's gaze darts to him as he answers. "If an alpha remains packless, it'll slowly make them feral to the point they need to be put down."

Every gaze then turns to you and you try not to shrink under their gaze.

"I have a better idea," Peter says. "Why not give the alpha power to another wolf who actually wants it?"

"Yeah? And who would that be?"

Peter smirks as his eyes flare blue, but the moment he takes a step in your direction, Jax and Opie are closing ranks on you and putting you just behind their shoulders. You glance at the backs of both men in surprise, head whipping in the direction of Happy and Juice who now have guns resting casually in their laps.

Peter freezes and scoffs, and Derek smirks. "It seems you might already have that pack of yours without even realizing it." Wide eyes meet the gaze of your brother and he chuckles. "Charming is in need of an alpha now, little sister. And it seems you're a new alpha who unknowingly formed a bond with men permanently attached to the town."

You gape at Derek, your expression not changing as Jax and Opie grin over their shoulders at you. When no one says anything, you sigh. "Does anyone know of a house for rent? I'm gonna need a place to stay while I purchase some land and build a house away from nosy neighbors."

"Juice, get on that," Jax says. "Find a house with a decent landlord and then look for land that can be built on."

"Got it, Prez."

Juice jogs away to get started on his new task and you shake your head at your brother. "Congratulations. Charming and its people are now your responsibility," Derek says. "Problem solved."

Clay clears his throat. "That's pretty much the job of the Sons here. We look out for Charming and the locals."

Derek nods at him. "That's great. But if another pack rolls into town, looking to cause trouble, or a rogue werewolf wanders into town and starts killing people for food, how are you going to take care of that problem? Do you know the signs to look for to determine whether or not it's a supernatural threat?"

Clay frowns. "No."

"Then that's where YN steps in. She's going to be a fountain of knowledge. Tap into it."

"I don't have to be a part of whatever operation you have going on here," you say while gesturing towards the building, "but apparently my wolf has shown interest in these knuckleheads," this time you gesture to Opie and Jax, "and any attack on them is an attack on me. And if a supernatural threat comes to town, you're gonna want me in your corner."

Clay seems to think over that before he subtly nods and tucks Gemma under his arm, accepting whatever may come next. Jax slowly smiles, playfully punching his friend's arm. "Werewolf bodyguard.. sweet."

[drabbles-mc]

State of Grace (3)

David Hale x OFC (Grace Teller)

Request by Anon: I got a thirst for Hale after seeing a drabble earlier - what about a Hale x reader, where Hale is having an inner battle with his feelings for the younger sister of Jax Teller? Maybe, a situation where both have liked each other for a while, which equally infuriates Clay and Jake respectively, but ultimately, a near miss with Zobelle’s crew pushes them together more, and then it’s used against Hale, and then ultimately there’s fluff?

Warnings: language, light angst

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Guess who is rewatching SOA from the beginning and getting thrown back into their Hale feelings??? It’s me.

Chapter Index

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Grace whipped her bike into line with everyone else’s when she got to the clubhouse. It stood out against everyone else’s, but she didn’t care. She got over that insecurity a long time ago once she started putting her time and money into customizing her bike. No amount of jokes from her brother, or back-handed compliments from Tig would make her regret any of it.

She left her helmet on the seat, shaking her hair out as she walked towards the garage. Scanning to see who was there, her body relaxed a bit when she spotted Juice elbow-deep in the truck he was working on. She had no idea if Opie had mentioned anything to him, but she supposed that it didn’t really matter anyway. In all the years that she’d known Juice, the man had never said no to her. It was hard to tell if that was because Juice actually liked and respected her, or if he was just that afraid of pissing off Jax. Either, way, it worked out in Grace’s favor.

Juice was too focused on his work to hear her walking up behind him. She lingered for a few moments, smiling to herself at how one-track his mind was sometimes. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to notice her on his own, she cleared her throat a little louder than necessary.

He turned, eyebrows raised. There was almost a hint of annoyance in his eyes before he realized who it was that was trying to get his attention. Once he saw it was her, his expression immediately softened, although the confusion still lingered.

“Hey, Grace,” he took one hand out of the truck to he could turn and face her more directly, “You okay?”

She nodded, “Yea, I’m good. Did, uh, did you talk to Opie at all today?”

He shook his head, confusion intensifying, “Was I supposed to?”

She laughed quietly, “No, no. I just, I called him earlier and mentioned maybe needing a favor from you. Didn’t know if he passed along the message.”

His confusion faded to intrigue as he started to wipe both his hands off, attempting to rid them of the grease and oil that was streaked on them. He was partially successful, twisting the rag in his hands as he tried to figure out just what kind of favor Grace Teller might need from him.

“What do you need?” there was a tentative lilt to his voice, “I’ll, I’ll do what I can.”

“If you can’t, or don’t want to, you can say no,” she shrugged, “I won’t hold it against you.”

He chuckled, but there was something else, something that wasn’t amusement, in his eyes as he spoke, “Can’t be worse than anything the club has asked me to do. What’s up?”

She pressed her lips into a thin line, realizing now that starting a new chain of favors could get dicey rather quickly. There were worse people to be indebted to, sure, but she didn’t want to rope Juice into something that could easily blow up in both their faces. It was one thing for her to lie to Jax and Clay, but it was another thing entirely to expect him to be comfortable doing the same.

“You still got an in for the DMV database?”

His brows furrowed, “Yea, why?”

She took a deep breath, knowing that there was no going back at this point, “Think you could run a plate for me?”

“Now?”

She shook her head, “Doesn’t have to be now. When…whenever you’re free?”

He thought about it for a moment, eyes dropping to the ground as he mulled over his options. Looking back up at her, he said, “Let me finish with this? Maybe another hour?”

“Yea, that’s fine. Just come get me when you’re ready.”

Juice gave her a nod, but didn’t quite know what else to say. Grace took the silence as her cue to leave and turned on her heel to make her way to the clubhouse. Juice watched her for a minute before forcing himself to get back to work. His mind was racing as he tried to figure out what was going on. It was futile, and a waste of his mental energy to try and predict what he was walking into, and he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself. Grace never asked him for anything, never really asked anyone for anything for that matter. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head to he could focus on his work, knowing that the faster he wrapped up, the faster he could get answers to his questions.

In the meantime, Grace kept herself busy in the clubhouse. No matter how many times the guys offered her the job of bartender, she always turned it down. She didn’t want to set herself up to get even more entrenched with the club than she already was. While she recognized that her life as she knew it, the bad and the good, was because of the club, she also knew that she could only grow so much within its confines. Depending on the club as a child and teenager, and depending on the club as an adult were two different things. She never quite knew how to say that without upsetting anyone, though, so instead each time they offered she brushed it off with a joke about how they were all shitty tippers and she wouldn’t be able to cover her rent.

But just because she didn’t work there, didn’t mean that she liked to see the clubhouse looking like a mess. The guys didn’t really care about how neat and orderly things were. Cleanup was always left to the latest prospect, or whoever they roped into working the bar. Needless to say, none of those people took it all that seriously either. So if Grace popped in and needed to keep herself busy for a little bit, there was never a shortage of things to do.

When Juice walked in about an hour later, he came in to see Grace tying the drawstrings on the top of a garbage bag that looked about ready to rip at the seams. His eyes widened as he quickly made his way over to her.

“I got that,” he took it from her to dispose of it, “You don’t gotta do that.”

“Well,” Grace laughed, “someone’s got to. Last time this place looked decent on a regular basis was when you were prospecting,” she smiled, giving him a playful nudge, “The only orderly MC member I’ve ever met.”

Juice let out a quiet laugh, feeling his face heat up a little, “First time for everything,” he cleared his throat, “Let me run this out and then we can…you know…”

Grace chuckled, nodding, “Sounds good.”

Juice came back inside moments later, grabbing his laptop before joining her at the bar. He opened it as he sat down, but before he could get too comfortable, Grace asked him, “Hey, um, could we do this somewhere…not here?” she glanced around, and even though the clubhouse was pretty dead at that point, it could change in an instant, “I don’t really need anyone else asking me about this.”

He nodded, “Yea, uh, okay,” he hopped off his stool at the bar, “C’mon.”

Grace followed him back to his dorm, and she could feel the nervous energy coming off of him. His pace was quicker than usual, like he didn’t want anyone to see them. She supposed that maybe that wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

Juice shut the door to his room behind the two of them, and Grace couldn’t help but to look around. It was sparse, but it was evident that everything was in the exact place it was supposed to be. The neatness of the room stood in stark contrast to the currently dirty and disheveled appearance of the man that it belonged to. Juice’s cargo pants and T-M work shirt were stained already despite the fact that the day had only just really gotten underway.

He didn’t notice Grace thinking any of that, though, as he gestured for her to take a seat on the edge of his bed. She sat down next to him, nervously twisting her hands in her lap as she watched him pull up all the necessary software on his laptop. His fingers flew across the keys and Grace couldn’t help but to watch in admiration. Juice was usually the butt of every joke from the rest of the guys, but until this moment Grace had to admit that she had never really seen him in his element. He was like a completely different person.

“You said you needed me to run a plate?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yea,” she paused, “Like I said, if you don’t want to you don’t have to.”

He shook his head, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay,” she looked back and forth between her hands in her lap, and the screen in Juice’s, “But just, promise me something?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t tell Jax about this.”

His expression faltered, “Wh-why not?”

She shook her head, “Because this isn’t any of his business,” there was a long stretch of silence between them, “Promise?”

He paused, really thinking over whether or not that was something he could promise her. The pleading look in her eyes hit too close to home, though, and he knew that he didn’t really have a choice, “Okay. Promise.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, she rattled off the license plate number to him. It took him no time at all to get the vehicle and registration details. Grace could’ve left it at that, but she figured that while she had Juice’s attention and the means to do it, they might as well look into the registered owner of the car. The name didn’t ring a bell, but if Juice could pull up a picture maybe something more would jog her memory. The guy had been wearing a mask, but maybe she’d seen him somewhere before. After all, it was difficult to believe that a total stranger had chased her down like that—there must’ve been some kind of connection.

“AJ Weston…” Juice’s tone was contemplative.

“You know the name?”

He sighed, “Sounds familiar. Hold on,” he pulled up another window and dove into another search, easily pulling up photos of the man in question.

Both their eyes went wide when they saw the pictures in front of them, each of them simultaneously saying, “Oh, shit,” when the recognition hit them.

The weight of their discovery hung in the air. Grace had only seen that man once—standing outside talking to David’s brother. She had no idea what the connection was, if there was any at all. However, in a small town like Charming, it was hard to believe that the Deputy Chief’s older brother, a family who had never had any use for the club, fraternizing with the man who had attacked her, was just a big coincidence. There was too little information to do anything with, though. There was no one that she could go to.

Juice, on the other hand, knew all too well who the guy was and what he was capable of. They hadn’t spoken much, but you don’t get to be his rank in the Aryan Brotherhood by being a friendly, chummy individual. He might’ve been under Zobelle’s thumb, but he had all the animosity and willingness to get his hands dirty that the more well-known businessman didn’t. He was a guy that Juice wanted as little to do with as possible, for a multitude of reasons.

“Why’d you say you needed this plate again?” Juice asked, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.

“I didn’t,” Grace’s face was paler than usual as she tried to take a deep breath, “Thank you, Juice. I, I owe you,” she gave him a brief, but tight, hug before getting up off the bed and making her way towards his dormitory door.

Juice called out after her, but she was in no mood to linger. She needed to get out, get away from the club and everything that came with it for a while. She was making a direct line towards the door of the clubhouse, not taking note of anyone in her path.

She was already halfway to the door by the time Juice made it to the dorm hallway. Jax was standing at the hallway intersection, only having seen Grace’s rushed exit and the way she ignored not only Juice calling after her, but Jax trying to get her attention as well, and then Juice coming into the hall looking worried.

Jax’s mind automatically went to the worst, and he found himself getting tense and defensive, “What happened?”

Juice knew by the look in Jax’s eyes that if he didn’t say the right thing, the outcome was going to be bad. He fumbled his way through a lie, not wanting to break his promise to Grace so soon after making it, “She came in upset, said she’s been having a rough time. I, I tried to get her to talk about why and she stormed out.”

“Shit, alright,” Jax didn’t offer up anything else as he turned and tried to catch up to his sister.

He made it out to the lot as Grace was pulling her helmet down over her head. He called out for her, and Jax knew that she had heard him by the way that she hesitated for a moment. But it wasn’t enough to persuade her to stay. The sound of her bike’s engine cut through the otherwise quiet atmosphere of the compound before she took off. Jax sighed heavily, running his hands back through his hair. He knew that he could take off after her, but he also knew that that wasn’t going to get him anywhere.

When Grace got back to her apartment that night, after a day of cruising around and going nowhere in particular in an attempt to clear her head, the first thing she noticed was her brother’s bike parked in the lot. Taking a deep breath, she cut the engine on her own and made her way inside.

Heading straight up the stairs, she got to her apartment door to find it locked. Despite how tired she was, she couldn’t help but to laugh as she popped the key into the lock. At least he was courteous enough to be safe when he showed up uninvited.

When she pushed the door open, she heard the sound of her television and while she wanted to be a little annoyed at Jax for popping up without an invitation when she had clearly showed no interest in wanting to talk to him just yet, she found a sense of comfort in not coming back to an empty home. She wasn’t going to tell him that, though.

“Gave you that key for emergencies, you know,” she said with a laugh as she stepped into the living room.

“It was an emergency,” Jax looked up at her from his position of being sprawled out on the couch, “The Chinese food was gonna get cold if I stayed outside.”

“You’re the wor—” she stopped herself short, setting down her helmet and peeking into the bag of takeout food, “Did you get eggrolls?”

“Pfft,” Jax scoffed, a smirk taking, “did I get eggolls. I’m not a rookie.”

She laughed, reaching into the bag and pulling out the pack of food, “Debatable.”

That was the last that either of them spoke for a while. They got through dinner and a few episodes of a mindless television show in comfortable silence. It was evident that they each knew the other was holding out on something, but it was nice to pretend to just be two siblings having dinner together at the end of a long day. For a little while there were no ulterior motives. It was short-lived, though.

“Juice said that you were upset earlier?” Jax finally spoke up.

Grace sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before shaking her head, “It really wasn’t a big deal. I’ve just…I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. Got overwhelming,” she shrugged in an attempt to downplay the entire situation.

“Anything to do with the letter on your fridge?”

Grace’s heart dropped into her stomach, “Fuck.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going back to school?”

She shrugged, not able to meet his eyes, “Not like our family has a history of being pro-school…or pro…having a life outside the club.”

“The whole family? Really?” he cocked an eyebrow.

She knew exactly what he was getting at, “I didn’t want you telling Mom. Or Clay.”

“I wouldn’t. If you asked me to, I would’ve kept my mouth shut.”

She pressed her lisp together for a moment, not really having prepared herself for this whole discussion with everything that had been going on lately, “I’m sorry. I just, I know that Mom gets into everyone’s heads. Doing this shit was tough enough, I didn’t need her making it more difficult.”

“You think I just tell her everything?”

“No, no. She just, you know,” she made a fake strangling motion with her hands, “boa constricts shit out of people.”

It got Jax to chuckle. He knew that Grace was right, and he couldn’t pretend that there weren’t times over the years when he kept things from her for a while for the same exact reason. It just felt shitty being on the other end of it, especially with something that was so impressive. Both of them had been great at school, and while Jax had always known that it didn’t quite matter for him because his life was going to be about the club, there was always part of him deep down that wanted Grace to make more out of her life than waiting around on the MC.

“How long have you known you were in?”

She shook her head, “Literally just found out when I got home yesterday.”

“Woulda brought something to celebrate if I’d known,” there was a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. Underneath it all, despite the fact that it stung that she didn’t want to tell him, he was still proud of her.

Grace stopped herself before she made a comment about the fact that she and Opie had celebrated enough. She didn’t want to end up pouring more salt into the wound. Besides, she knew that Jax wouldn’t end up taking it out on her, and Opie didn’t deserve the brunt of something that wasn’t his fault.

“Save the celebrating for when I survive it all,” she laughed.

“That all that’s been going on?” despite the smile on her face, Jax could still see it in her eyes that something was nagging at her.

She shrugged, “There’s always shit going on with us, right? That’s like, our thing. Teller family curse,” she looked over at him and saw that her response wasn’t what he had been looking for. She shook her head, “I’m alright, Jax. Promise,” there was a beat of silence between them, “What about you?”

“What about me?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m not the only one who’s been looking like shit lately,” she chuckled, “You good? Club good?”

“I’m good,” it wasn’t a complete lie, “The club is…figuring shit out.”

“What’s there to figure?” she posed the question, not exactly expecting an overly informative answer.

He huffed out a sigh as he raked his fingers back through his hair, “Same this that we’ve been trying to figure the last few years.”

“Guns and staying out of prison?” there was a small smirk on her face.

He chuckled, nodding, “Yea, guns and staying out of prison.”

A few minutes of silence passed between them before Grace spoke up again, having let the previous conversation fall by the wayside for both their sakes, “You crashing here tonight?”

Jax shook his head, leaning forward so that his elbows propped against his knees, “Nah, I gotta get going. Kid’s coming home soon and the house is still a mess.”

“Gonna get a lot of cleaning done at this hour?” Grace knew her brother well enough to know that he was going to go home and pass out, either on the couch or in his bed.

“No, but I can guarantee that Mom is still there. Gonna go kick her ass out,” he smiled and shook his head.

“Let her know that any time she wants to clean my place, she’s more than welcome.”

Jax rolled his eyes as he stood up, “Right,” he leaned down, kissing the top of his sister’s head, “Call me if you need anything, alright?”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The next morning, once Grace had showered off the day and night before, she grabbed her laptop and started doing some snooping of her own. While she didn’t have access to as many things as Juice did, there was still a lot that she could find out about people if she took the time. The internet was a wild west that was at her disposal even without hacking into anything. The name AJ Weston had been playing on an incessant loop in her brain since she and Juice had come across it the day before.

She knew for a fact that she shouldn’t be following up on anything that she found on her own, but there wasn’t anyone else that she could go to. She’d pulled Juice into enough shit asking him to look into things with her in the first place, and she still didn’t want to bring any of this to Jax or Opie. They had too much going on with the club, and if this asshole was aiming to create tension between them all, she didn’t want to let him have that.

The thought crossed her mind to call Hale, but he was still playing by the rules of Charming PD. She wasn’t mad at him for that, per se, but it reminded her that there was still a degree of separation between the two of them. No matter how much Hale wanted to help her, he was still a cop, and he was still very much aware of who the rest of her family was and what they did. At the core of it, she knew that it was always going to be hard for him to trust her. Maybe she shouldn’t blame him for that part of it, but she did. She stared at his name in her contacts for longer than she should’ve before completely abandoning the idea of calling him.

She rolled up to the address that she’d come across, brows instantly furrowing in confusion. Of all the places that she thought this guy would be working, frequenting, whatever, she wasn’t expecting to roll up to a cigar shop. For a moment she thought that maybe she’d written down the wrong address, or stumbled across information on the wrong guy, but when she saw a very familiar Charming PD Jeep parked along the sidewalk, she had the feeling that she was in the exact right place.

Even before Grace pulled off her helmet, Hale knew that she was looking at him. A knot formed in his stomach, knowing that whatever was about to unfold between them, wasn’t going to be pretty. She was angry, and she had every right to be, but that didn’t mean that she could go trying to handle all of this on her own the way that everyone in the club always seemed to handle things. If that was what she had wanted, she shouldn’t have brought any of it to the cops in the first place.

Lifting her helmet off of her head, she tucked it against her hip as she locked eyes with Hale from a little ways down the block. She saw the rise and fall of his shoulders, knowing that that sigh was in preparation for whatever talk they were going to try to have about her showing up there.

Hooking her helmet onto the handlebar, she swung herself off of her bike. While Hale had parked directly in front of the shop, she’d chosen to park a few storefronts down. A little extra distance couldn’t hurt, especially since she didn’t have a badge to hide behind like Hale did.

“Didn’t know that you were into cigars,” Hale spoke up first as he went down the sidewalk towards her.

Grace tucked her hands into her back pockets as she met him halfway, “Could say the same about you. Don’t think it’s all that great to be smoking them around your cancer-ridden supervisor, hm?”

He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, “What’re you doing here, Grace?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that.”

“I’m a cop. I’m allowed to show up and question people—it’s part of my job. What are you doing here?”

“Following up on some leads of my own, Hale.”

“You can’t just—”

“You knew,” her tone was sharp as she fought the urge to yell, “Before I even left your office, you fucking knew.”

“I told you I needed to follow up and I would tell you—”

“Just look at his fucking face David!”

“Don’t,” he stepped in closer to her, quieting his own voice in the hopes that she would mirror him, “Stop yelling, alright?” he stopped, sighing, “What was your plan, anyway? Go in there and blow his brains out? In a shop in the middle of Main Street?”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m not an idiot, you know.”

“Keep it that way, and don’t start doing anything stupid.”

“You’re supposed to have my back,” she shook her head, “Why didn’t you tell me—”

“Because I didn’t want this to happen,” he gestured between her and the cigar shop, “But I should’ve known you’d go to someone and have them do your digging for you.”

“Fuck you,” her voice was harsher than he’d ever heard it before, “Don’t talk to me like that, like I’m a child who did something wrong. Some asshole tried to assault me—I have every right to hunt him down if I want to.”

“You want me to help you, Grace?” he was fighting the urge to grab her by her shoulders, to try and shake some sense into her before she got herself hurt, or worse.

“Do you want to help me, Deputy?”

“You know I do.”

“Then stop holding out on me.”

“It’s not that simple. I gotta—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a door opened a little ways down the block, a man stepping out with a clearly fake smile on his face. Grace’s stomach churned at the sight of him, hands coming to her sides and clenching into fists. Hale looked over his shoulder when he saw her reaction, and he felt the tension rise in his own body as well when he saw the smug look on Weston’s face. The man walked towards the two of them, looking perfectly pleasant and professional to anyone who didn’t know the intricacies of the situation, despite the wicked bruise on his face.

“Officer, wasn’t expecting to see you today,” he stopped beside the man he’d been speaking to as he looked Grace dead in the eyes, “Afternoon, ma’am. Something I can help you with?”

His voice alone made her sick to her stomach. She shook her head, fighting the trembling in her hands, “I’m good,” she looked at Hale, hoping that the tears she felt beginning to sting at her eyes weren’t painfully obvious, “If I don’t hear from you before the end of the day—”

“You will,” his tone was steady, reassuring.

She didn’t offer either of them another look or a goodbye as she got back onto her bike. As soon as her helmet was on, she was whipping away from the curb, glad that the full-coverage of her headgear hid the fact that the tears were running down her cheeks now. She fought to control her breathing as she tried to figure out where she should go next.