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How to Find the Best Second-Hand Bike Deals in Bangalore?

The market for used motorcycles continues to grow in Bangalore, a city famous for its thriving IT economy and lively culture. If you're a student, a young professional, or just someone who wants a better bike but doesn't want to break the bank doing it, shopping around for the greatest discounts on used bikes in Bangalore can be fun and gratifying. Get the most out of your shopping experience with our all-inclusive guide.

1. Do Your Research

Before diving into the market, take some time to research different bike models that suit your needs. Consider factors like engine capacity, fuel efficiency, maintenance costs, and the bike's resale value. Websites, forums, and bike review channels are excellent sources for gathering information.

2. Set a Budget

Having a clear budget in mind is crucial. It helps narrow down your options and prevents you from overspending. Don’t forget to account for additional costs such as insurance, registration, and possible repairs or upgrades.

3. Check Online Marketplaces

Online platforms have revolutionized the way we buy and sell used vehicles. They offer a vast selection of bikes from different brands and models, often at competitive prices. For the best second-hand bike deals in Bangalore, visit Beepkart. Beepkart provides a hassle-free experience with a wide range of thoroughly inspected and certified bikes. Their transparent pricing and excellent customer service make them the go-to platform for second-hand bikes in the city.

4. Inspect the Bike Thoroughly

Once you’ve shortlisted a few options, it’s time for a detailed inspection. Check the bike's physical condition, including tires, brakes, and the engine. Look out for any signs of wear and tear, rust, or damage. Don’t hesitate to take a test ride to assess the bike’s performance.

5. Verify the Documents

Ensure that all the necessary documents are in order. This includes the registration certificate (RC), insurance papers, pollution under control (PUC) certificate, and the bike's service history. Verifying the authenticity of these documents is essential to avoid any legal complications in the future.

6. Negotiate the Price

Negotiation is a key part of buying a second-hand bike. Don’t be afraid to haggle a bit to get the best possible deal. Be sure to base your negotiation on the bike’s condition, market value, and any necessary repairs.

7. Consider Post-Purchase Services

After purchasing the bike, you might need services like regular maintenance, insurance renewal, or minor repairs. Choose a dealer or platform that offers post-purchase support. Beepkart, for example, provides comprehensive after-sales services, ensuring your bike remains in top condition long after the purchase.

8. Check for Warranties

Some platforms offer warranties on second-hand bikes, which can give you peace of mind. A warranty can cover certain repairs and maintenance for a specified period, reducing your risk of unexpected expenses.

Conclusion

Finding the best second-hand bike deals in Bangalore doesn’t have to be a daunting task. With the right approach and a reliable platform like Beepkart, you can secure a high-quality bike that fits your budget and needs. Happy riding!

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Danny slowly lowered himself down onto Luther's newest death machine thanks to his bat themed grappling hook. Making special care not to let his heart beat or his lungs take in breath lest Superman hear him and intervene, he used his intangibility to sink into the machine itself to steal its parts.

Yeah, so a full white outfit wasn't the best choice for stealth, but it was better than dressing like a traffic light. Plus the black gloves and boots made him feel nostalgic. It had been only seven months since the accident that took his life, so much has happened since then.

Biting his lip as he smiled as he began gathering up parts and wires with his intangibility and placing them into his bag. Lastly he grabbed the power source, which-surprise, surprise, is kryptonite.

After he grabbed what he wanted he quickly stuck a note on the maintenance panel of the machine for when someone opened it and discovered it now had a large hollow space, then simply sank down through the floor and flew to freedom.

Danny sighed once he was clear. Or, at least he thought he was.

"Young man." Crud. Danny turned around to see big blue floating behind him in all his red underwear glory. Great. "I believe you have something that doesn't belong to you." The Kryptonian said, looking pointedly at the large chunk of kryptonite Danny held under his arm.

Instead of an excuse, Danny got an idea. "Uh, hello? Recognize the mask?" He said, gesturing to his face.

Superman narrowed his eyes, staring at his face for a few very long seconds and just as Danny was about to cut his losses and book it out of there, a look of recognition graced the heros face. Sweet. "Thats Nightwings mask."

"Yeah. Just smaller."

Superman nodded, then asked, "Why aren't you wearing a bat symbol? I wouldn't have thought you were a thief if I knew you were working with Batman." Danny had to fight to keep his face neutral.

"I haven't decided what symbol I want on my suit yet." And that was true. Danny wasn't sure he wanted any symbol at all. The mark of the bat would mean that he belonged in the batclan, and Danny was a lone ghost. A wandering spirit if you will. He didn't belong anywhere.

Some small part of his mind that sounded suspiciously like Jazz said that might be one of the reasons he's been behaving so poorly lately, but he brushed it off. Superman just nodded sagely. Danny doubted he actually knew how Danny felt and was just nodding along to appear sympathetic. Adults lie, and they lie often. Danny kinda hated them for it.

"Well, I'm kinda on a deadline, so I should get going. Crime to fight, goth furry to annoy, you know how it is." Danny said, waving the arm that wasn't carrying the kryptonite around in the air before using it to readjust the bags strap on his shoulder.

"Alright," superdude smiled warmly, "Tell Batman I said hi." Danny grinned back at him as he jogged away, "Will do!"

That went better than expected. Thank you, Nightwing~! The boy thought to himself as he ran off into a secluded area and turned invisible and flying away.

Just imagining Supermans face if- no- when Batman finally breaks and tells the Justice League about the little menace thats been stealing all his and his sidekicks stuff for the last few weeks nearly sends Danny into hysterics.

Danny still has Robins sword mounted above the fireplace in his favorite safe house in Costa del Sol. Red Hoods "favorite" motorcycle was in its garage and Red Robins wrist computer and chest harness thing were mounded in a glass case next to the first thing he stole from them:

Batmans utility belt.

Sure, its a pain to remove all the tracking stuff from them, but man is he proud of those accomplishments.

Still. Its better to leave Metropolis after he got caught by Superman. Its only a mater of time before someone finds out about the old switcheroo he pulled at the last museum robbery and that combined with the bodies of those creepy rich guys he had killed (human trafficer buyers) well, surely Batman has noticed he had been gone for a while and would pick up on the matching M.O. in Metropolis.

Time to bounce.

[tenebraevesper]

Knuckles - The Epilogue

''Ohh, oh, oh, oh, ohh! Who's the hunter, who's the game? I feel the beat, call your name! I hold you close in victory! I don't wanna tame your animal style! You won't be caged in the call of the wild! Shootin' at the walls of heartache! Bang, bang! I am the warrior! Well, I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win! If you survive the warrior! The warrior! Shootin' at the walls of heartache! Bang, bang! I am the warrior! Well, I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win! If you survive the warrior! The warrior!''

– The Warrior by Scandal (Knuckles)

xXxXxXx

Knuckles the Echidna held his head up high proudly as he was driving his newly acquired motorcycle on the road back to Green Hills. He briefly reached for the brown fedora with a black band and three gold stars in red with gold lining circles at the front of the band to flick it up, nodding his head along with the song that was playing on Wade Whipple's smartphone, The Warrior by Scandal. He had already decided that this song was his jam and was more than happy to let Wade play it on loop as they were driving back home.

Wade in turn, was keeping a tight grip on his new bowling trophy, cheering and singing to the song. Not only did he prove his worth by beating his father who had abandoned him at TJ Maxx, Pistol Pete Whipple, at the Bowling Tournament in Reno, Nevada, but also aiding Knuckles in defeating that old crazy man, The Buyer, or whoever he was, who had allied himself with the two rogue G.U.N. Agents to steal Knuckles' power. He truly became a warrior in his own right.

''Finally, we are back at home! I shall ask Maddie to prepare a feast in celebration of our victory and regale my tribe with the tales of our adventure,'' Knuckles said joyfully.

''I'm sure they'll be excited to hear what had happened!'' Wade shouted enthusiastically, having to admit that he was also quite excited to brag to Tom and Maddie about his accomplishment. Both of them were certain that they would be welcomed at Green Hills with open arms.

xXx

''I got it, I got it!'' Tails managed to catch the baseball Sonic had thrown, with the two playing catch in the backyard. He flew up, about to throw it back at Sonic, when both of them heard the sound of an engine and Tails saw who had just arrived. ''It's Knuckles! Knuckles is back!''

''What?'' Sonic was surprised, with Tails beckoning the blue hedgehog to follow him to the front driveway. Both of them were stunned to see the echidna riding on a motorcycle with Wade sitting behind him and holding a trophy. Sonic and Tails were happy to see the person who was basically their older brother at this point, with Sonic elbowing Tails, a wide smile on his expression. ''See? I told you he'd be fine! I guess Knuckles just needed… eh, a motorcycle and a hat?''

''I guess he was on some kind of road trip with Wade,'' Tails said, drawing conclusion from what he saw.

To be honest, neither of them had a clue where Knuckles had vanished to and they did search for him after realizing that he wasn't anymore at the attic, but Sonic was confident that Knuckles would be just fine. Tails was a bit worried about Knuckles, but he had to agree with Sonic that their older brother had been through worse and that he would be back eventually. They both concluded that he had probably gone on some kind of quest worthy of a warrior and they were curious what it was about.

''Knuckles, where were you?'' Sonic asked as Knuckles and Wade got off the motorcycle. ''Also, what's up with the hat and the motorcycle? Have you decided to join the Hells Angels?''

''I don't know any of these Angels that live in Hell, and no, I didn't join them. Instead, I had decided to take up the task of training Wade Whipple into becoming a proper warrior and defeat his greatest enemy on the battleground of Reno, Nevada,'' Knuckles replied, turning to Wade.

''Well, I don't want to brag too much…'' Wade started, only to show Sonic and Tails the trophy he had, ''…but I completely destroyed my old man in the bowling tournament! Ha! My dad never saw it coming! You should've seen me!''

''You have earned your title as a warrior. Your journey is complete,'' Knuckles said. Wade gave him a sincere smile.

''I wouldn't have managed to get so far without you Knuckles. Thank you,'' he replied. Knuckles tipped his head and nodded in acknowledgement, then turned towards Sonic.

''I also owe a 'Thank you' to you, Hedgehog. Your speech may have been confusing and your methods have not suited my ways, but you were right. Green Hills… No, Earth is now my home,'' Knuckles told him, with Sonic chuckling, being quite happy to hear that. He placed a hand on Knuckles' shoulder, giving him a wide smile.

''I knew you'd come around eventually. Your place is here, with us, and all it took was a road trip to Nevada to realize that. As a matter of fact, I also had to go on a road trip to realize that I wanted to stay on Earth instead of going to Mushroom Planet,'' Sonic said. Knuckles hummed in thought.

''You never told me that. Perhaps, going on a road trip is necessary ritual to accept Earth as your home.'' Knuckles then turned to Tails. ''Then, you are the next one to experience a road trip, Fox.''

''N-No, thanks… I've already been on a road trip with Sonic in Siberia. I don't think I need another one,'' Tails replied.

The group was about to go inside the house, when they suddenly heard loud steps coming from inside and saw Maddie approaching them. Sonic and Tails' eyes widened, as they realized that they kind of forgot about the aftermath of Knuckles' sudden disappearance. To say that the matriarch of the Wachowski family was furious was an understatement. It all started when Maddie went upstairs to deliver Knuckles the plate with his dinner, only to find out that the echidna was completely gone. Then, all Hell broke loose.

''Sonic, Tails? Where is Knuckles? Have you seen him?'' Maddie asked, her expression the epitome of serenity, but her eyes blazing with motherly rage. Sonic and Tails looked at each other nervously, having been playing video games in the living room.

''Uh, no? We've been here the whole day,'' Sonic replied. Maddie narrowed her eyes, with Sonic offering an anxious smile.

''Are you sure? You haven't heard anything or seen anything…?'' she asked again, with Sonic knowing that look. He knew that, if Maddie ever caught them lying about Knuckles' whereabouts, they were doomed. She may have been their motherly figure, but Sonic felt that he'd rather go against a Dr. Eggman powered up with the Master Emerald again than deal with a furious Maddie.

''No, we didn't hear nor see anything. We would've seen Knuckles if he tried to get past us,'' Sonic replied.

''Maybe he escaped through the window?'' Tails suggested. Maddie sighed in frustration, grabbing her smartphone.

''I don't know, but he'll be in so much trouble when he gets home,'' she said, walking into the next room and calling Tom, followed by Wade, followed by every person she knew in Green Hills about Knuckles' whereabouts. Meanwhile, Tails turned back to Sonic with a worried look on his expression.

''Do you think that I should've used one of my holograms to pretend that Knuckles was still here?'' he asked.

''No, because if you did that, we'd be in huge trouble and trust me, you don't want to experience what happens when Maddie gets angry. We just have pretend that we didn't know that Knuckles went missing until now, and we'll be fine,'' Sonic assured him.

''Okay, but what about Knuckles? What if he's in danger? We should go search for him,'' Tails replied.

''You said it yourself, Knuckles is the greatest warrior in the galaxy, so I wouldn't worry about him getting into trouble. He probably had gone to do some soul-searching and will be back in no time,'' Sonic said in a confident tone. Tails went silent for a moment, then gave Sonic a look of concern, his eyes wide.

''Do you think that Knuckles may have decided that he doesn't want to stay here anymore, at Green Hills? With us?'' he asked. Sonic shook his head.

''Absolutely not! You know that Knuckles considers us his tribe and he wouldn't go back on his promise. We made a power bump and we're brothers at this point. He will return, I'm sure,'' Sonic said, with Tails nodding in acknowledgement. ''Besides, the Master Emerald is still hidden in our roon, and we both know he wouldn't go anywhere without it.''

Tails chuckled. ''Yeah, you're right about that.''

Back in the present moment, neither Tails nor Sonic felt like laughing when they saw a furious Maddie stomping over to Knuckles and Wade. Knuckles and Wade's proud grins immediately faded away when they realized that she wasn't as overjoyed to see them as they thought she would be. Maddie inhaled deeply, glaring daggers at both of them.

''Knuckles, where have you been? Do you know how worried I was?'' she asked.

''I was merely on a quest with Wade,'' Knuckles said, sensing the tension in the air. As for Wade, he realized that both he and Knuckles were in deep trouble, even though he technically didn't do anything to piss off Maddie. He was startled when she suddenly turned to him.

''Also, why haven't you called me and told me that Knuckles was with you the whole time?! I've been searching the whole town for him!'' she said furiously.

''Maddie, look… I think you should just calm down and let us explain…'' Wade said, slowly stepping back. Even if he was a warrior now, he knew how to pick his battles. Throwing bowling balls at a guy in a robot mecha while powered up with Knuckles' quills was nothing compared to an angry Maddie.

Maddie pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled. ''Fine, but you-'' she pointed at Knuckles ''-are still grounded. How long you'll be grounded depends on your reasons for leaving.''

''I will accept my grounding with honor,'' Knuckles responded, also being well aware that there were some battles he simply couldn't fight, no matter how much he wanted to. He also figured that he wouldn't be punished for leaving once Maddie hears and understands his reasons. The group then walked into the house, with Sonic giving Knuckles an amused smile.

''I guess thinks can't get worse now, do they?'' he said.

''Don't worry, Hedgehog, I'm confident that I will be able to defend my case,'' Knuckles replied.

''Heh, we'll see about that,'' Tails said.

xXx

Unknown to Sonic, Tails and Knuckles, the situation actually got worse. Sort of. Of course, they believed that Dr. Eggman was gone and that G.U.N. wouldn't be bothering them again, and there were certainly no new adversaries attacking Green Hills, but the reason for that was because their new foe was miles away from Montana.

Nobody really payed any attention to the black and red hedgehog walking through a casino in Reno, figuring that he was just some kind of mascot or a guy in a costume. The hedgehog, in turn, was content with the lack of attention, solely focused on his own task. He paused for a moment, closing his eyes and focusing on the strange sensation that he felt, turning on his heel and walking towards the source of this sensation. He had already made the mistake to not follow his senses and instead focused on his memories, only to end up at a familiar bowling alley. Scoffing, he returned back to the other part of the building, being guided by this sensation.

He then stopped in front of a glass case, which displayed a bunch of trophies and photographs of previous winners of the bowling tournament, along with a green diamond-shaped gem inside it. He smirked, and his body became enveloped in orange sparking energy. The glass suddenly shattered as he punched through it, grabbing the green jewel.

''It all starts with this… A jewel containing the ultimate power…'' Shadow the Hedgehog stated, lifting the green Chaos Emerald up. His ears flicked when he heard people shouting, with the security guards arriving at the scene.

''What are you doing?! You can't just break the glass and steal-'' Before the security guard could even finish his sentence, Shadow furrowed a brow, shooting him a glare. He then held out the Chaos Emerald. ''There's no time for games… Farewell! Chaos Control!''

The security guard was left baffled when the hedgehog suddenly vanished into thin air. He then shook his head, deciding that he wasn't payed enough for this weirdness.

xXx

High above on a cliff overlooking Green Hills, there was a flash of light, revealing a small figure appearing seemingly out of nowhere. The figure narrowed his golden eyes, his body enveloped in cyan sparking energy.

''I hope that I'm in the right time. I can't let the future get destroyed!'' Silver the Hedgehog stated. ''I need to find that person, the wielder of the Flames of Destruction!''

He then flew up, his body covered in cyan energy, and flew towards where he believed his foe waited, determined to make sure that the future wouldn't turn into a desolate wasteland covered in flames and ashes.

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[millerflintstone]

Lots of stuff going on. We did get an offer so we are under contract. Right now we're in the due diligence period where the buyer orders a home inspection and can do other research on the property prior to finalizing things. That happened on Wednesday. No copy of that report yet so no idea what will be requested.

Someone else toured the house on Wednesday night, so still waiting on that feedback. No backup offers exist yet.

The plan is that he's heading out first with a trailer hitched to his truck that will be holding his motorcycle and anything else that can fit in it and along with stuff he doesn't want the movers to move. He's got a cover for truck bed that he's installing today. He'll be flying back to help me drive over because I am an anxious driver and that's honestly cheaper than shipping my car.

My car is a 2017 that had 5K miles on it when I got it. It's got 28K miles on it now so I'll be making up for that lack of wear and tear on it.

We have gotten quotes from a couple of movers. Nothing is set in stone yet for a move date with whoever we end up going with.

We still have stuff to pack. Unfriendly is in the garage at the moment dealing with stuff that's in there. I have to finish packing up my desk, nightstand, dresser, and my bathroom crap that isn't every day bathroom crap. I also need to separate out any things I'm bringing in my car that I don't want the movers to handle, like my records and cassettes and my tourbooks which I'm not sure where they are at the moment in the house. We have boxes in all of the basement closets, and most of the upstairs closets. The master closet we emptied out since that's a walk in and selling point. Blah whatever.

I'm not sure how I want to pack my big hoops. I got some suggestions from one of the hooping groups.

There's other stuff I also need to do like order a backup copy of my car title. Unfriendly didn't see my title in the filing cabinet when he was looking for his vehicle titles but he wasn't specifically looking for it. I also need to return some Amazon crap.

Anyway, this is more of a brain dump so I can see things I need to do haha.

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Cowboys and Chems || Ghoul X Trans!Masc reader

He’s here. Your cowboy is here. You don’t see Cooper often what with both of you traveling. He had his bounties and you had Chems to sell, but you always had a way of running into each other.

You’re sitting on your bike keeping the motor going in case you had to split soon. It wasn’t like you had been well behaved in that dive bar, but you were itching for a fight today and you got nothing to show for it. Which either meant no fight or someone would show up with friends.

“Well I’ll be.” His voice is honey on a hot day, and when you turn to him that million cap smile is lighting up his scarred face. “Pretty Boy’s in town. Didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Well if it ain’t Coop.” You leaned over your motorcycle. “What could I do you for, Mr. Howard?” You winked. Your smile quickly faded at seeing the girl with him. A pretty vault girl. Venom’s at your lips before you could stop it. “What’s up with Bug Eyes over there?”

She looks appalled, but Cooper waved her off. “Now now Darlin’ there’s no need to bite at friends. She’s helping me with a job.” He walked over to you casting a cool shadow over you. “What say you and I exchange a proper hello?” But it’s not really a question.

You glance around. The Ghoul always draws eyes wherever he goes. Men kissing in a town like this might cause problems.

“Come here Cowboy, lay some sugar on me.” You grabbed his coat lapels and dragged him close.

Luckily, you loved problems more than your buyers loved chems. You could make all the drugs in the world and you got hooked on adrenaline and danger. Maybe that’s why you fell in love with Coop in the first place. He gave you plenty of both.

His lips are dry and cracked and his teeth find your lip immediately. You let him bite you his fill before tipping his head back. He could pretend to be a predator all he wants, but he gave his softness away every time you pushed for it. He tastes like shitty Radaway, but you don’t care. His mouth is soft and warm and yours. Only ever yours.

After what was far too long to get away with in public you pull back. “Hope he didn’t take all your caps on that batch.”

Cooper just smiled down at you. “Doesn’t matter. I know you’ll take care of me.”

You nodded. “Always.” You finally separate to pull out a set of vials for him. “You gonna need some stims too?”

He nodded. “It’s a big fish.”

You shuffled around in your bag nudging the vials of testosterone aside to pull out the packs. “Always is with you. Just don’t break your fishing pole reeling it in. I still need it.”

Cooper let out a laugh. “Yes, Sir.”

You pile the items together and he started counting out the caps. Before you two became more than friends you used to give him a discount as part of a deal for not bringing you in. And when he started flirting with you you gave him an even bigger one figuring it was worth the ego boost. Nowadays he won’t let you take anything below full price.

You’d been confused at first but he had just scowled. “What? You think I can’t take care of my man?” You never argued it after that too warm and melted by the phrase.

Your voice is hushed as you look over the girl again. “Don’t tell me I gave you a soft spot for Vaulties.”

His eyes land on your leather jacket blue and faded. You had already told him how you had stitched it together out of your old suit. But that was years ago. And no one around now knew what you were once. No vaultie had the amount of scars you did.

“Nah Darlin’. This is about old scores.” He looked wistful.

You nodded and looked around. There was some mean bastard starting you down. He looked even more pissed when you gave him a shit eating grin.

“You have fun fishing Cowboy. Come back to me?”

“Always.” His smile was soft. Then the walls were back up and he was the fierce hunter once more. “Alright Vaultie. We’re going!”

She’s gone.

“Sonofabitch.” Cooper sighed.

He ran off your laugh ringing in his ears.

As heavy footsteps closed in on you your hand found your tire iron. “Now sir I’m a taken man.” You dodged the sloppy punch he threw. “But I don’t mind dancing if you really want to!”

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Bucky Barnes Fic recs!!

Authors note: NONE of these fics are mine!!! these are just some of my comfort reads, all credits go to the amazing authors that wrote them <3 Go show them some love!!!

In the blink of an eye - by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine (mob!bucky x reader)

Summary: With Bucky Barnes, the mafia lord of New York, as your boyfriend, you’re usually safe from any and all harm. With a date night gone wrong and your boyfriend distracted, though, anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

More By @stardustdreams-andcaffeine (mob!bucky x reader)

Summary: You’re the secretary to one of the most powerful mob bosses in the country, and that’s what he was supposed to stay—your boss. The heart often has other plans. Now, you’re in a race against time to save the life of James Barnes, the mob boss who has become so much more.

Mob!bucky and his fairy! - by @kinanabinks

the adventures of bucky and his fairy.

H.C.M.C - by @vibraniumcollar (biker!bucky x reader)

Summary: Reader is new to Brooklyn and after an incident at the garage belonging to Howling Commandos Motorcycle Club, her life is changed forever.

Sunrise - by @wkemeup (modern!bucky x reader)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)

Howlin' for you - by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Summary: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.

Astrophile - by @all1e23 (firefighter!singledad!bucky x reader)

Summary: Orion Rebecca Barnes’s favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love.

Something domestic - by @fandoms-writings ( ex-military amputee!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader)

Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

Sweet as cinnamon sugar - by @ofstarsandvibranium (cop!singledad!bucky x waitress!reader)

Summary: The love story of an insecure divorced, single father cop and a good-hearted, sweet as sugar, diner waitress.

in the embers - by @foreverindreamlandd (Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader)

Summary: Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.

Delicate Edges - by @wkemeup (biker!bucky x reader)

summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (Biker!AU)

Charlie's angels - by @buckysknifecollection (Bucky x reader)

Summary: Charlotte Barton is an agent of SHIELD who through her friendship with Sharon Carter gets involved with the famous Alpha Team. Friendships, banter and a bit of a crush on a certain super soldier occur.

The witness - by @wkemeup (detective!bucky x reader)

summary: Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.

Under the tree - By @barnesmurdock (Beefy!Chubby!Bucky x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You and your husband have a picnic under a tree

[irelandking]

biker au fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

multiparts:

howlin' for you - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name. ❤️🔥

business as usual - @world-of-aus

Part 2 & 3: More Than Business, More Than Business II biker x baker reader fluff, more parts coming ❤️

not my babe - @avecra

Part 2: you’ll never be alone After a nasty break up to a nearly two year relationship, you find yourself dragged to a bar by your best friend, though a familiar blue-eyed biker makes the best of your crappy situation. ❤️😔

biker masterlist - @angrythingstarlight

interconnected one shots ❤️🔥

delicate edges - @wkemeup

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. ❤️🔥😔

one shots:

bumblebees and honeybees - @venusstorm

The time in which you gifted Bucky Barnes an adorable little keychain for his motorcycle. ❤️

the bogeyman and other monstrosities - @pellucid-constellations

As the local biker club president, Bucky Barnes had a reputation for being tougher than nails and feared by many—he’d never be caught dead at a halloween street fair. Too bad his best girl always got what she wanted ❤️

i saw you and i knew - @sinner-as-saint

You met Bucky unexpectedly at an unfamiliar bar one night - one of your last nights of freedom before your parents marry you off to some rich, young man. Bucky happened to be so different from all the men you had dated or you were used to seeing that it was a little bit of a surprise how reckless and open he was. You had been subconsciously looking for a way out of the situation you were in for days, so when Bucky makes you a rather unusual proposal; you accept immediately. And it ends up being one of the best things you ever agreed to. ❤️🔥

naughty & nice - @rookthorne

Presents took on many shapes and forms, this one, however, was likely to be your favourite. ❤️🔥

hot and cold - @bucksfucks

you & bucky had never gotten along, but when your ex-boyfriend ransom turns up at the same bar you’re at, bucky goes to every length to protect you 🔥❤️

drunk, dumped, and angry - @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

 After a nasty breakup, you go out drinking. After an absolute creep hits on you, you’re saved from a concussion by a mysterious, kind man, who reveals himself to be Bucky Barnes. The bar you’re in is a bit suspect, but you never expected him to be head of a biker gang. ❤️🔥

deny me - @drewbarymore

In which you feel like Bucky’s ashamed of you ❤️

best friends? nah. - @wicked-mind

Classic best friends don’t realize feelings for each other until someone points it out ❤️🔥

coffee. emergency. thighs - @angrythingstarlight

You told Bucky that the only time he's allowed to wake you up is under three conditions: He has coffee. It's an emergency. Or his head is between your thighs. And today, he really, really wants to wake you up. 🔥

thin ice - @angrythingstarlight

bucky has a few rules. the most important one is that you always have to tell your biker you love him before you leave the house. because 'i love you bucky' are his four favourite words ❤️🔥

an angel's confession - @rookthorne

Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason – it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did. 🔥

[manikas-whims]

At His Mercy [Read on AO3]

- a Satoru Gojo x Utahime Iori Fanfic

“You're so weak, Utahime. Can't even survive without my blood.”

“How dare you!? Respect vampires! You Humans are inferior to our kind.”

...

In which Vampire Utahime gets caught by the Hunter Gojo and things happen..

Utahime ran.

One might think that being a three-hundred and thirty-one years old cold-blooded vampire would come with its perks. Give her some kind of advantage and experience when it came to dealing with their enemies.

How false that was!

“No point runnin, Hime~”

Utahime grit her teeth and increased her pace despite the ache in her heels. She was tired and famished. She hadn't had a drop of blood in the last three days. Whilst the man chasing her was speeding right behind her on his motorcycle.

“I'll catch ya~~”

She cringed at the teasing tone. If she were caught, she wouldn't be stabbed with a stake or burnt on a pyre. No. She would suffer a fate far worse. For this hunter– this annoying human being with a puny life span of hundred years– would shackle her to him for life. He had taken an uncanny liking to her and was hellbent on keeping her at his side. Utahime gagged at the mere thought of it and ran faster.

She came to a skidding halt upon a crossroad and instead of taking the quiet, forest path, she ran through the bustling streets of the market, hoping to lose him amongst the throngs of loud and excited buyers and sellers.

How wrong she was!

This man– Satoru Gojo– was the strongest hunter of his time and far more stubborn than the regular humans that she was used to attacking and biting. He had been following her ever since his first day as a qualified hunter.

He let his bike run over food stalls and destroy everything in his way, completely ignorant of the people yelling profanities at him.

“Utahiimeee~~” He crooned over the noisy roar of his motorcycle. “I'm coming for you~”

“Leave me alone you sicko!”

She had killed countless humans yet this one she couldn't ever bear to face. This man confounded her.

She continued running, already way past the market now. But Gojo chased merrily after her, his motorcycle's tires smoother on the grassy lands that led into the woods.

This was getting dangerous. She was a heaving mess of sweat and weary limbs, overwhelmed by the faintest scent of blood. Her thirst for it was heightening due to the pathetic state she was in. And if she didn't escape this man soon enough, then she'd suck his neck dry.

Now that she thought about it, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe that would finally shut him up.

She blinked in shock and shook her head wildly. To think she even entertained such an impure thought. She wasn't so weak as to let herself give into her natural instincts and jump the first man in sight. Especially if the said man was a weirdo, who by the way was supposed to absolutely abhor thr existence of supernatural beings. Hate her; Not leer at her!

Thud!

So lost she was in her turbulent contemplation that she ended up bumping into a tree bark and falling on her ass. Shit!

The screeching sound of halting tires caught her ears when she had been rubbing her head. Shit! Shit! Shit!

“You okay?”

A hand reached out but she crawled back on her elbows and heels. “Stay away from me you filthy human!”

“Tch. So mean.” Gojo placed a hand over his heart and pouted.

Utahime scanned his form from head to toe, trying to keep her eyes and her mind focused on the array of lethal weapons strapped all over him. Trying to keep her mind settled on anything but the strong, heady scent of his delicious blood. Get up! She told herself. She really needed to get away from him.

Gojo also seemed to have taken note of her desperation, for he grinned down at her shaky breaths and sore legs. “Hmmm?? Can't run anymore?”

She didn't respond, eyes too lost staring at his long, inviting neck.

He chuckled darkly. “You're so weak, Utahime. Can't even survive without my blood.”

“How dare you!? Respect vampires! You Humans are inferior to our kind.”

“What's that? You wanna sink your teeth into my neck?”

She felt disgusted for licking her lips at his suggestion.

Three hundred years.

She had lived three years longer than him. She was far more experienced than him. She could see and feel far more than he could ever begin to fathom. She was his natural predator and he, her prey. She couldn't tolerate any more humiliation from him.

On quivering legs, she stood up. Bad move. He immediately backed her into the bark of the same tree she had bumped into earlier. With a muscly arm leaning against the bark and his crotch pressed into her belly, he looked down at her.

“Now now, ” He used the other hand to wrap her leg around his waist, fingers digging tightly into the softness of her thigh. “I'm merely trying to help.”

“I don't– ahhh...” She couldn't help the moan as she felt something hard rub pleasurably against her core.

He let his head rest in the crook of her neck, lips murmuring against her skin. “Come on, Hime. Bite me. You know you want to.”

She blushed. She had no idea what was going on in his twisted head. It was fascinating that he was far more interested in being intimate with her than actually killing her. But even more fascinating (and disappointing) was her own interest in him. She may have been denying her blatant attraction towards him but at such proximity, it was impossible to not get a taste.

Utahime opened her mouth and drew out her fangs, slowly sinking them into his neck. The first drop of blood was so heavenly she moaned again. It was so unbecoming of her to let herself do this. But she took another gulp and another and another, already feeling her strength returning to her numb limbs.

She kept sucking more and more, relishing his approving groans until he harshly tore away and kissed her instead, his blood smearing both of them's lips.

He pulled away and squeezed her thigh possessively. “See? That wasn't so hard.”

Utahime averted her gaze. This wasn't good at all. For a mere human, he held too much power over her and she couldn't admit that she kinda liked it. Always anticipated their daily encounters. Enjoyed the thrill of being chased by him.

“Now then,” He picked her up into his arms and dropped her onto his motorcycle, immediately sitting behind and starting the engine. “I'll let you have more. Everyday. When..”

His blood was making her delirious, clouding her mind. Now that she had actually tasted it, she realized how much more she craved it. And so she turned her head, practically salivating, and asked, “When?”

He smiled wickedly, seeming far more demonic than she– an actual vampire– could ever be. “When we get back to my place and you let me taste your blood so I can become one of your kind.”

“Wh-What?”

“Then I'll let you suck my neck and my cock. And I'll fuck you for an eternity and more.”

“No wait!!” Utahime retorted despite feeling her knees go weak at his crude choice of words.

“Too late.” He wagged finger and Utahime felt a mixture of desire and dread pool in her belly. “You shouldn't have let me catch you.”

[glennriley49]

Sons Of Anarchy: Ghosts Of The Past

A fan fiction by Glennis

Authors Note: I don't usually do fan fiction but would like to thank @samcrosfaith for inspiring me to write this piece with her impressive writing on the series itself.

**Disclaimer:** This fan fiction is inspired by *Sons of Anarchy* and is not affiliated with or endorsed by its creators. All characters and concepts from the original series are the property of their respective owners. This story is for entertainment purposes only, with no intention of profit or copyright infringement.

**Set after the series finale**

The rumble of motorcycles echoed through the streets of Charming, a sound as familiar to its residents as their own heartbeats. The Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original—SAMCRO—rolled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive, their chrome gleaming in the California sun. At the head of the pack, astride his father's old bike, rode Abel Teller, the spitting image of Jax with his blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

As the engines cut out, the silence was heavy with unspoken tension. It had been years since Jax Teller's departure, but his ghost still haunted every corner of the clubhouse, every decision made at the reaper table. Abel dismounted, his kutte bearing the "Prince" patch that once adorned his father's cut. He looked around at his brothers, their faces etched with the weariness of men who had seen too much and lost even more.

"Alright, boys," Abel called out, his voice carrying the weight of leadership that had been thrust upon him far too young. "Church in ten. We got shit to discuss."

The Sons filed into the clubhouse, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the lingering scent of whiskey from the night before. Abel paused at the bar, pouring himself a shot of Jack. As he raised the glass to his lips, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror behind the bottles. For a moment, he saw his father staring back at him, and he quickly downed the liquor, trying to chase away the ghosts.

Inside the chapel, Abel took his place at the head of the table, the gavel resting before him like a constant reminder of the legacy he carried. To his right sat Chibs, now sporting more silver than black in his hair, his scars a roadmap of the club's violent history. Tig, looking as wild-eyed as ever, occupied the VP seat, while Happy, Ratboy, and a handful of new patches filled out the rest of the table.

Abel brought the gavel down, the sound cutting through the murmur of conversation. "Alright, let's get this started. Chibs, what's the word on our gun shipment?"

Chibs leaned forward, his Scottish brogue as thick as ever. "Aye, laddie. The Irish are gettin' antsy. They're pushin' for a bigger cut, sayin' times are tough all over."

Tig snorted, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper curls. "Times are always tough for those mick bastards. What else is new?"

"It's more than that," Chibs continued, his expression grim. "They're threatenin' to cut us out entirely if we don't play ball. Says they got other buyers lined up."

A chorus of curses filled the room. Abel's jaw clenched as he processed the information. The gun trade had always been the lifeblood of SAMCRO, and losing it now, when they were already struggling to keep their other enterprises afloat, could be a death sentence for the club.

"We can't let that happen," Abel said, his voice low but firm. "Those guns are our leverage with the Mayans, the Niners. We lose that, we're vulnerable on all fronts."

Happy, his face as impassive as ever, spoke up. "Maybe it's time we start looking for new suppliers. The Irish have been jerking us around for years."

Abel nodded, considering the suggestion. "It's not a bad idea, Hap. But we need to tread carefully. The last thing we need is to start a war with the IRA."

As the discussion continued, weighing options and potential consequences, a prospect burst into the chapel, his face pale with urgency.

"What the hell, shithead?" Tig barked. "We're in the middle of church!"

The prospect, a young kid named Ricky, held up his hands in apology. "I'm sorry, but you all need to see this. Now."

The urgency in his voice had everyone on edge. Abel stood, leading the procession out of the chapel and into the main room of the clubhouse. Ricky pointed to the TV, where a breaking news report was playing.

On the screen, chaos unfolded. The camera panned across a familiar street in Stockton, now littered with bodies and bullet casings. The reporter's voice came through, tense and hurried:

"...what appears to be a coordinated attack on multiple businesses linked to organized crime in the area. Witnesses describe a group of heavily armed individuals, many of whom appeared to be of Asian descent, methodically moving through the neighborhood. The death toll is still unknown, but early reports suggest..."

Abel felt his blood run cold as the camera zoomed in on one of the buildings. The sign, partially obscured by smoke, was unmistakable: "Diosa Internacional."

"Jesus Christ," Chibs breathed. "That's Nero's place."

The room erupted into a flurry of activity. Phones were pulled out, calls made to contacts in Stockton, to Nero, to anyone who might have information. Abel stood rooted to the spot, his mind racing. This wasn't just a random act of violence. This was calculated, precise—a message.

As the others scrambled around him, Abel's eyes were drawn back to the TV. For a split second, the camera caught a glimpse of a figure standing amidst the carnage. Tall, lean, with features that hinted at mixed heritage. The man turned, looking directly into the camera, and Abel felt a chill run down his spine. There was something hauntingly familiar about those eyes, filled with cold determination and barely contained rage.

Before Abel could process what he was seeing, the feed cut out, replaced by the studio anchor's shocked face. But the image was seared into Abel's mind. He had seen those eyes before, in old photographs his father had kept hidden away, in hushed conversations between the older members of the club when they thought no one was listening.

A name surfaced from the depths of his memory, one spoken in whispers and always with a hint of fear: Glenn Riley.

As the clubhouse erupted into chaos around him, Abel Teller realized that the ghosts of his father's past had finally come calling. And they were out for blood.

---

The acrid smell of gunpowder and burning rubber hung in the air as Glenn Riley surveyed the scene before him. Diosa Internacional, once a symbol of SAMCRO's expansion into legitimate business, now stood as a smoldering testament to the vengeance that had been years in the making. Bodies littered the street, their blank eyes staring accusingly at the sky.

Riley's face remained impassive, a mask of cold indifference that belied the storm of emotions raging within him. He flexed his gloved hands, the leather creaking softly, as he replayed the events of the past hour in his mind. The precision of the attack, the ruthless efficiency of his Yakuza allies—it had all gone according to plan. Yet, it was only the beginning.

A figure approached from his peripheral vision, moving with the silent grace of a predator. Yuki, his second-in-command, bowed slightly as she came to stand beside him. Her delicate features were at odds with the deadly aura she exuded.

"The police will be here soon," she said in flawless English, her voice barely above a whisper. "We should go."

Riley nodded, taking one last look at the destruction they had wrought. "Any word on Nero Padilla?"

Yuki's expression tightened almost imperceptibly. "He wasn't here. Our sources say he's been spending more time in Charming lately."

A ghost of a smile played at the corners of Riley's mouth. "Charming," he repeated, tasting the irony of the name. "Well, I suppose it's time we paid them a visit, then."

As they turned to leave, Riley caught sight of a news van pulling up, a reporter and cameraman scrambling to capture footage of the carnage. For a moment, he considered letting them film unimpeded—let SAMCRO see what was coming for them. But caution won out. He gestured to one of his men, who raised an assault rifle and fired a precise burst at the van's tires and engine block.

The reporter and cameraman dove for cover, but not before the camera caught a glimpse of Riley's face. He stared directly into the lens, allowing a fraction of the rage he felt to surface in his eyes. Let them see, he thought. Let them know that death is coming.

As sirens began to wail in the distance, Riley and his team melted away into the shadows, leaving behind a scene of devastation that would send shockwaves through the criminal underworld of California. The message was clear: the old order was crumbling, and a new power was rising from its ashes.

---

Back in Charming, the SAMCRO clubhouse had transformed into a war room. Maps were spread across tables, phones rang incessantly, and the air was thick with tension and cigarette smoke. Abel paced back and forth, his mind racing as he tried to piece together the fragments of information pouring in from their allies and associates.

"Nero's safe," Chibs announced, hanging up his phone. "He was on his way back from visiting Lucius at college when the hit went down. Lucky bastard."

Abel nodded, relief washing over him. Nero had been like a second father to him after Jax's departure, and the thought of losing him was almost too much to bear. "What about our other interests in Stockton?"

Tig shook his head, his usual bravado replaced by grim concern. "It's bad, prez. The Mayans lost two of their chop shops, and the Niners' heroin distribution center got hit. This wasn't just about us—whoever did this is taking aim at the entire power structure."

"Jesus Christ," Abel muttered, running a hand through his hair. He could feel the weight of leadership pressing down on him, heavier than ever before. "Alright, we need to reach out to Alvarez and Tyler, set up a meet. We're all in this together now."

As the others moved to carry out his orders, Abel felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Chibs looking at him with a mixture of concern and something else—was it fear?

"A word, lad?" the Scotsman said quietly, gesturing towards a quiet corner of the room.

Abel followed, his stomach knotting with apprehension. When they were out of earshot of the others, Chibs leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper.

"That face you saw on the telly," Chibs began, his eyes darting around to ensure they weren't overheard. "You recognized him, didn't you?"

Abel hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Glenn Riley," he said, the name feeling like a curse on his lips. "But that's impossible. My dad... he told me Riley was dead. Said he'd taken care of it himself."

Chibs sighed heavily, suddenly looking every one of his years. "Aye, that's what we all thought. But if it is Riley... Christ, lad, we're in for a world of hurt."

"Who is he, Chibs?" Abel pressed, frustration seeping into his voice. "I know the name, I've seen the old photos, but no one ever told me the whole story. What did my father do to this guy?"

Chibs was quiet for a long moment, weighing his words carefully. Finally, he spoke, his voice heavy with the weight of long-buried secrets. "It was before your time, even before your da took the gavel. Riley was... he was a friend, once. Damn near a brother to Jax. But something went wrong, terribly wrong."

Abel listened intently as Chibs recounted a tale of betrayal, violence, and a vendetta that had apparently survived death itself. As the story unfolded, he felt a chill settle in his bones. The ghosts of his father's past weren't just coming for the club—they were coming for him, for the very legacy of the Teller name.

As Chibs finished speaking, Abel's mind was reeling. He looked out across the clubhouse, at the men who had become his family, who looked to him for leadership and protection. How could he tell them that the storm heading their way was one of their own making?

"What do we do?" Abel asked, hating how young and uncertain he sounded in that moment.

Chibs placed a hand on Abel's shoulder, squeezing gently. "We do what SAMCRO has always done, lad. We stand together, we fight, and we survive. Your father may have created this monster, but you're not him. You're the one who has to end it."

Abel nodded, straightening his shoulders and feeling the weight of the president's patch on his kutte. He was Jax Teller's son, but he was also his own man. And he would be damned if he let the sins of the past destroy everything they had fought to build.

As he turned back to address the club, Abel's voice rang out with newfound determination. "Alright, brothers. We've got a storm coming. It's time to batten down the hatches and prepare for war."

The Sons looked up at him, their faces a mixture of fear, determination, and unwavering loyalty. In that moment, Abel knew that whatever was coming, they would face it together. The ghosts of the past were powerful, but the bonds of brotherhood were stronger still.

Little did they know, as they prepared for battle, that Glenn Riley and his Yakuza allies were already setting the next phase of their plan into motion. The war for Charming had begun, and blood would soon paint the streets of the town that had seen too much violence already.

As night fell over Charming, an eerie calm settled over the town. But beneath the surface, tensions simmered, ready to explode at any moment. The Sons of Anarchy and their allies prepared for a fight, while somewhere in the shadows, Glenn Riley and his forces moved like phantoms, ready to strike at the heart of everything Abel Teller held dear.

The stage was set for a confrontation that would determine the fate of SAMCRO, of Charming, and of the legacy left behind by Jax Teller. As Abel lay in bed that night, sleep eluding him, he couldn't shake the feeling that the real battle was yet to begin. The ghosts of the past were restless, and their reckoning was at hand.

---

The following days in Charming were a flurry of activity as SAMCRO fortified their defenses and reached out to their network of allies. Abel barely slept, dividing his time between strategy meetings, weapons inventory, and coordinating with local law enforcement—a necessary evil in times like these.

It was on the third day after the Stockton massacre that the uneasy quiet was shattered. Abel was in the garage at Teller-Morrow, elbow-deep in the engine of a customer's car, when the roar of approaching motorcycles caught his attention. He straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag as he watched a group of riders pull into the lot.

The patches on their kuttes identified them as members of the Mayans M.C., their faces grim beneath their helmets. At their head rode Marcus Alvarez, the Mayans' long-time president, his salt-and-pepper beard and weathered features a testament to the years of violence and tenuous alliances that had defined their relationship with SAMCRO.

Abel strode out to meet them, feeling the eyes of his own members watching from various points around the compound. As Alvarez dismounted, Abel extended a hand in greeting.

"Marcus," he said, his voice carrying across the lot. "Wasn't expecting you so soon."

Alvarez clasped Abel's hand firmly, his dark eyes scanning the area before settling back on the young president. "This isn't a social call, Teller. We need to talk. Now."

The tension in Alvarez's voice was palpable. Abel nodded, gesturing towards the clubhouse. "Let's take this inside."

As they walked, Abel caught Chibs' eye and gave a subtle nod. The Scotsman immediately began gathering the rest of SAMCRO's officers, following them into the chapel.

Once inside, with the doors closed and prospects standing guard outside, Abel took his seat at the head of the table. Alvarez remained standing, too agitated to sit.

"What's going on, Marcus?" Abel asked, leaning forward. "We were supposed to meet tomorrow with Tyler and the Niners."

Alvarez paced, his agitation growing by the second. "Tomorrow might be too late, ese. We got hit again last night. Lost a whole shipment of heroin and three of my men."

A ripple of tension went through the room. Tig leaned forward, his blue eyes narrowing. "Jesus Christ. Where?"

"Oakland," Alvarez spat. "Right under our goddamn noses. These cabrones, they're ghosts, man. In and out before anyone knew what hit them."

Abel's mind raced, piecing together the information. "Was it the same crew? The ones from Stockton?"

Alvarez nodded grimly. "Looks like it. Same M.O. Precision hits, military-style takedown. But here's the kicker—they left one of my guys alive. Beat to shit, but breathing."

The room fell silent, all eyes on Alvarez. They knew there had to be more; leaving witnesses wasn't a mistake professionals like these would make.

"What did he say?" Chibs asked, voicing the question on everyone's mind.

Alvarez's face darkened. "He said the leader, some mixed-race looking dude, told him to deliver a message." He paused, his eyes locking with Abel's. "He said, 'Tell SAMCRO that Glenn Riley sends his regards. Charming's next.'"

The name hung in the air like a death sentence. Abel felt the weight of every gaze in the room settle on him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

"Alright," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his gut. "It's time you all knew the whole story. Chibs, you want to fill them in?"

As Chibs recounted the tale of Glenn Riley's history with SAMCRO and Jax Teller, Abel watched the faces of his brothers and allies. He saw shock, anger, and fear play across their features. When Chibs finished, the silence was deafening.

It was Happy who broke it, his gravelly voice cutting through the tension. "So what's the play, prez? We going on the offensive or what?"

Abel shook his head. "We can't. Not yet. We don't know where Riley is, how many men he's got, or what his endgame is. Going in blind would be suicide."

"So what, we just sit here with our thumbs up our asses waiting for him to hit us?" Tig exploded, slamming his hand on the table.

"No," Abel said firmly. "We prepare. We fortify. And we send a message of our own." He turned to Alvarez. "Marcus, I need you to reach out to every charter, every ally we've got. Niners, Lin Triad, shit, even the Aryan Brotherhood if you have to. We need eyes and ears everywhere."

Alvarez nodded, a grim smile on his face. "You got it, hermano. What about Charming PD?"

Abel grimaced. The club's relationship with local law enforcement had always been complicated, but in times like these, they needed all the help they could get. "I'll talk to Sheriff Jarry. She may not like us, but she likes the idea of a gang war in her town even less."

As the meeting continued, plans were made and tasks delegated. Abel felt a strange mix of pride and fear as he watched his brothers and allies come together, united against a common threat. This was what SAMCRO was about—family, loyalty, survival.

But even as they planned and prepared, a nagging doubt gnawed at Abel's mind. Glenn Riley wasn't just some rival gangster or ambitious drug lord. He was a ghost from their past, a mirror reflecting the darkest parts of SAMCRO's history. And ghosts, Abel knew, had a way of exposing the secrets and sins that everyone thought long buried.

As the others filed out of the chapel, Chibs lingered behind. He approached Abel, his face etched with concern.

"You alright, lad?" he asked softly.

Abel nodded, though he felt anything but alright. "Yeah, I'm good. Just... thinking about my old man. Wondering what he'd do in this situation."

Chibs placed a hand on Abel's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Your da made a lot of mistakes, brother. But he also taught us the most important lesson of all—family comes first. You remember that, and you'll find your way through this mess."

Abel managed a small smile, grateful for the older man's wisdom and support. "Thanks, Chibs. I just hope it's enough."

As Chibs left, Abel remained at the table, his eyes drawn to the carved reaper at its center. The weight of leadership had never felt heavier, but he knew he couldn't falter now. Too many lives depended on him.

Outside, the sun was setting over Charming, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. To Abel, it looked like the town was burning. He could only hope it wasn't an omen of things to come.

---

Across town, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Charming, Glenn Riley stood before a makeshift war room. Maps of the town and surrounding areas covered the walls, each marked with potential targets and strategic points. Around him, his team of Yakuza enforcers moved with quiet efficiency, cleaning weapons and poring over intelligence reports.

Yuki approached, her tablet in hand. "The message has been delivered," she reported. "SAMCRO knows we're coming."

Riley nodded, a cold smile playing at his lips. "Good. Let them sweat. Fear has a way of making men careless."

"What's our next move?" Yuki asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Riley turned to the largest map, his finger tracing a path through Charming's streets. "We've rattled their cage. Now it's time to draw them out. Tell our men to get ready. Tonight, we paint the town red."

As Yuki relayed the orders, Riley's mind drifted to the past. He could almost see Jax Teller's face, hear his voice making promises of brotherhood and loyalty. Promises that had turned to ash in Riley's mouth.

"Soon, old friend," he muttered to himself. "Soon, you'll see everything you built crumble. And your son? He'll learn that the sins of the father are paid for in blood."

The sun had fully set now, plunging Charming into darkness. But for Glenn Riley and SAMCRO, the real darkness was yet to come. The war for the soul of Charming was about to begin, and no one—not Abel, not Riley, not even the town itself—would emerge unscathed.

As night fell, both sides prepared for the battle ahead. In the SAMCRO clubhouse, weapons were distributed and strategies finalized. Across town, Riley's forces moved into position, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent in the moonlight.

The calm before the storm settled over Charming, but it was a fragile peace. In the shadows, violence lurked, waiting to explode onto the streets. And caught in the middle were the innocents of Charming, unaware that their town was about to become a battlefield in a war decades in the making.

Abel Teller stood on the roof of the clubhouse, looking out over the town he had sworn to protect. In the distance, he could almost sense the approaching storm. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

"Alright, Dad," he whispered to the night sky. "I hope you're watching. Because I'm about to finish what you started."

With that, he turned and headed back inside. The night was young, and the real fight was just beginning.

---

The first shots of the war rang out just after midnight. A series of explosions rocked the eastern part of Charming, lighting up the night sky and sending plumes of smoke billowing into the air. The targets were strategic—a warehouse SAMCRO used for gun storage, a garage linked to their automotive business, and the home of a city council member known to be in the club's pocket.

Abel Teller was jolted awake by the sound of his phone buzzing incessantly. He grabbed it, his heart racing as he saw the flood of messages and missed calls.

"Shit," he muttered, jumping out of bed and throwing on his clothes. He dialed Chibs as he strapped on his holster and grabbed his kutte.

"I know, lad," Chibs answered before Abel could speak. "It's started. Get to the clubhouse now."

By the time Abel arrived, the compound was a hive of activity. Members rushed back and forth, loading weapons into vans and bikes. The air was thick with tension and the acrid smell of gunpowder carried on the wind.

"What's the damage?" Abel demanded as he strode into the clubhouse.

Tig, his face grim, turned from the wall of security monitors. "It's bad, prez. The gun warehouse is toast—we lost at least half our stock. Lumpy's garage is burning, and Councilman Halsey's place got hit. No casualties yet, but it's early."

Abel's mind raced, trying to process the information and formulate a response. "Where's Halsey now?"

"Safe house on the edge of town," Happy reported. "Got him out just before the hit. He's scared shitless, but alive."

"Good," Abel nodded. "Keep him there. We can't afford to lose our inside man at City Hall." He turned to address the room at large. "Alright, listen up! This is it, brothers. The war we've been preparing for. I want every charter within a hundred miles called in. Set up roadblocks on every street leading into Charming. Nobody gets in or out without us knowing."

As the others moved to carry out his orders, Chibs pulled Abel aside. "What about the Mayans and the Niners? We calling in those markers?"

Abel hesitated for a moment, weighing their options. "Not yet. This first hit, it's personal. Riley's sending a message. We need to send one back before we bring in the cavalry."

Chibs raised an eyebrow. "What've you got in mind, lad?"

A cold determination settled over Abel's features. "We're going hunting. Tig, Happy, you're with me. Chibs, you hold down the fort here. If Riley wants a war, we'll give him one he'll never forget."

As Abel and his small team geared up, the sound of sirens filled the air. Sheriff Althea Jarry's voice crackled over the police scanner, calling all units to respond to the multiple explosions.

"Shit," Tig growled. "Cops are gonna be all over this."

Abel's jaw clenched. "Then we better move fast. In and out, no witnesses. We find Riley's men and we send them back to him in pieces."

As they roared out of the compound on their bikes, Abel felt a surge of adrenaline course through him. This was what he had been trained for, what his father had prepared him for all his life. The weight of leadership, the thrill of the ride, the promise of violence on the horizon—it all came together in a moment of crystal clarity.

Across town, Glenn Riley watched the chaos unfold from the roof of his temporary base. The orange glow of fires painted the sky, and the wail of sirens provided a fitting soundtrack to the destruction.

"Phase one complete," Yuki reported, coming to stand beside him. "Our teams are in position for the next strike."

Riley nodded, his eyes never leaving the burning skyline. "Good. Let them scramble, let them feel the fear. By the time they realize what's really happening, it'll be too late."

As he spoke, a trio of motorcycles roared past in the distance, heading towards the industrial district where some of Riley's men were holed up. A smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, well," he murmured. "Looks like the young prince wants to play. Yuki, tell our men in sector four to expect company. But remember—Abel Teller is mine."

Yuki bowed slightly and retreated to relay the orders. Riley remained on the roof, his eyes following the distant bikes. The real game was just beginning, and he intended to savor every moment of it.

In the streets below, the citizens of Charming huddled in their homes, fear and confusion gripping the town. They had seen violence before, had lived through the tumultuous years of SAMCRO's reign. But this—this felt different. This felt like the beginning of the end.

As Abel and his brothers raced through the night, as Riley's forces prepared for the next phase of their assault, and as the authorities scrambled to respond, one thing became clear: Charming would never be the same again. The ghosts of the past had risen, and their vengeance would reshape the very soul of the town that had borne witness to so much bloodshed.

The war for Charming had begun in earnest, and only one side would emerge victorious. But at what cost? The answer to that question would be written in blood on the streets of a town that had seen far too much of it already.

---

Abel, Tig, and Happy tore through the streets of Charming, their bikes cutting through the chaos like sharks through turbulent waters. The industrial district loomed ahead, a maze of warehouses and abandoned factories that had become a haven for the darker elements of the town's underbelly.

"There!" Tig shouted over the roar of their engines, pointing to a nondescript building with a flickering light in an upper window.

Abel nodded, signaling for them to cut their engines and coast to a stop in the shadows of a nearby alley. As they dismounted, the distant wail of sirens served as a reminder of the ticking clock they were operating under.

"Remember," Abel said in a low voice as they checked their weapons, "we need one of them alive. We need information."

Happy's face split into a grim smile. "Don't worry, prez. I got just the tools for that job."

They moved silently towards the building, years of experience guiding their steps. Abel's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through his veins. This was it—his first real test as president, his chance to prove he was worthy of the legacy his father had left behind.

As they reached the side door, Abel paused, his hand on the handle. He looked at Tig and Happy, saw the unwavering loyalty in their eyes, and felt a surge of gratitude. Whatever happened next, he knew they had his back.

"Let's do this," he whispered, and kicked in the door.

The next few minutes were a blur of violence and adrenaline. They caught Riley's men off guard, taking down three before they could even reach for their weapons. The fourth, a wiry man with a dragon tattoo snaking up his neck, managed to get off a shot that grazed Tig's arm before Happy tackled him to the ground.

When the dust settled, three bodies lay motionless on the floor, and the tattooed man was zip-tied to a chair, blood dripping from his broken nose.

"You okay?" Abel asked Tig, eyeing the wound on his arm.

Tig waved him off, grinning despite the pain. "It's just a scratch, prez. You should see the other guy."

Abel nodded, then turned his attention to their prisoner. The man glared up at him with defiant eyes, spitting blood onto the concrete floor.

"You have no idea what you've started," the man snarled in heavily accented English.

Abel crouched down, bringing himself eye-level with the captive. "No, my friend. You have no idea what you've walked into. This is our town, and you're about to learn what happens to people who fuck with SAMCRO."

He stood, nodding to Happy. "He's all yours. Get what we need."

As Happy stepped forward, his eyes glinting with sadistic anticipation, Abel moved to the window. He looked out over Charming, at the smoke still rising from the earlier attacks. Somewhere out there, Glenn Riley was watching, waiting. Abel clenched his fists, a cold determination settling over him.

"I'm coming for you," he whispered to the night. "And this time, you're gonna stay dead."

Behind him, the prisoner's screams began to fill the air, a symphony of pain that would soon yield the answers they so desperately needed. The war for Charming had claimed its first victims, but Abel knew they were only the beginning. The real battle was yet to come, and the fate of everything he loved hung in the balance.

As the night wore on and the prisoner's resolve began to crack, Abel steeled himself for what lay ahead. The ghosts of the past were closing in, but he was determined to face them head-on. For his club, for his family, for Charming—he would see this through to the bitter end, no matter the cost.

The war had only just begun, and Abel Teller was ready to show the world what he was made of. The son had risen ready to make his mark.

To be continued....