#sons of anarchy crossover

[carnevol]

Benny Cross (The Bikeriders) | Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

for @imaginaryplaythings 💕

[ravennaortiz]

Okay I have another request. This time it's for Jax. I have a list of prompts for him.

7. Stay away from my sister. (I'm thinking maybe possibly an au cross over.)

13. I promise.

17. I love you.

15. Are you gonna kiss me or not?

21. Like what you see?

27. What if someone sees?

25. Don't act shy now.

Hey! Ohhh I like these prompts for Jax and I agree with the crossover idea! In fact I think I know exactly which hot temper Mayan to pair him with! Lets see what kind of magic I can work up for ya. I do see some smut so. As always 18+.

Prince Charming

Jax took the punch to his jaw like a champ. He knew it was deserved after what had transpired the last few weeks. In his effort to bring a peace between the Sons and Mayans he had fallen head over heels for you. Unfortunately for him you were seen as Mayan royalty and off limits . Jax had ignored every warning as all he could think about was tasting the forbidden fruit that was you.

"Its fine" he stated as he stood up waving Chibs and Tig back as he met the gaze of your brother. Smirking Jax rubbed his jaw. "Nice sucker punch" he remarked making the younger man bristle as he stepped closer pushing his forehead to Jaxs. "Are you gonna kiss me or what Guero? I mean your sisters a bit of a freak but I can't imagine she would be down for this" joked Jax trying to ease the tension in the room.

"Stay away from my sister" growled Guero as he shoved Jax backwards. "Or else" he added before going to turn away. "I can't do that man. Shes a drug and I'm an addict" replied Jax with a shrug.

"Jesus Jax. What did you say?" you murmured as you stepped up on the porch of the Mayans clubhouse. Angel had called you and told you their had been a scuffle between Jax and your brother. He hadn't wanted you to be shocked when you arrived to the party. "I told him you were very pretty I promise" joked Jax making you roll your eyes as you stared down at him on the bench.

You sighed as you shook your head before shooting him a small smile. "I love you but your such a bad liar. I told you not to tease him" you replied as you crossed your arms. Jax chuckled but his attention was on the way your nipple rings poked out of the skin tight dress you were wearing. "So are you gonna kiss me or not? Make my boo boos better?" he questioned as he let his eyes roam your body.

"I think you should kiss me. I had to rush out the door so fast I couldn't finish getting ready" you replied as you placed a hand on your hip. "Jax moved his hands to your hips and pulled you closer before planting a kiss on your covered navel. The feel of his lips through the fabric sent shivers down your spine. You felt Jax groan into your stomach as his hands moved under the fabric of your dress.

"Let me see what you didn't get a chance to put on babe" commanded Jax his icy eyes igniting a fire over every fiber of your being. Grinning you stepped back checking to make sure you were alone before pulling the hem of your dress up and giving him a quick spin. The cool night air on your bare skin felt like sweet sin. Giggling as you pulled your dress back down you sent him a smirk as you watched him move his hand to his belt.

"Like what you see?" you inquired as you moved back to him. "I sure do" murmured Jax as he pulled you down on his lap making you straddle him. You moaned as you felt his hands slide up the back of your thighs to your ass and his teeth gently nipped at your nipple piercing through the fabric of your dress. Jax continued his assault on your body as you rocked your hips against his growing erection that tented his jeans.

"I'm close Jax" you moaned into his neck after a few moments. "Need to be in you babe. Need you to cum on my cock" mumbled Jax as he lifted you up some breaking the contact you had. "What if someone see us? " you whispered as you bit your lip nervously as he worked on removing his cock from the prison of his pants. "It'll look like were just having a heated make out. Also I doubt anyone would care" replied Jax as he watched your eyes move to the hand stroking his cock.

"Don't act shy now. Not like this isn't the first public fuck we've had" replied Jax with a smirk as you let him position you back over his cock. You moaned as you felt the head of his cock slip through your slick folds. Jax groaned as he felt you sink onto his hard cock your soft walls gripping him tightly. Jax held you in place as he pistioned his hips up into you. Barely leaving you giving you deep fast strokes that had you seeing stars before tipping over the edge himself within a couple minutes." I love you so much" panted Jax as he kept your firmly planted on his softening cock as he kissed your neck. "Lets get home for round two" you replied feeling him grin into your neck.

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[iasikaijutopia]

You were to get these guys in a room...I think I'd be scared...but I also do not wanna know what would happen...but at the same time...???

[thecrackshipdiaries]

Charlie Hunnam and Nina Dobrev

[yourwinchesterbros]

SUPERNATURAL MAYHEM Part one

The beginning of my favorite crossover is here! I’ve chosen to break this up into two parts as it added up to being over 10k words. Second part will be posted in a few days ✨ If you enjoyed this, please let me know! A like, reblog or comment means so much!

Word Count: 6.5k 

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader x Dean Winchester x Soulless Sam

Summary: A long unforgettable night leaves reader with a new view of the world, but will she choose to explore it? 

Authors Note: This is a crossover I've been searching for and one night decided to write! If you like both SPN and SOA, then you might enjoy this! HUGE THANK YOU TOO @alohomorasomnium​ for editing my flaws, you're simply the best! 

Warnings: Fairly tame, cursing, use of weapons, use of antidote, kidnapping, kissing, angst, some Dom behavior. 

 Darkness. It’s all you see around you, like an empty void ready to consume you. Your head is spinning, trying to make sense of your absence of sight. Your ears ring due to the deafening silence of your surroundings.  

Where am I? Is the first thought that breaks through the fog, echoing in your mind.  

Pain suddenly radiates through-out your body. You realize your shoulders, your collarbone, and your wrists all feel as if they’ve been battered black and blue. You try to shift around but somehow; your wrists are bound behind you. Your confusion grows, your mind fighting through the haze. You blink, feeling fabric brush against your long eyelashes. You try to think back to where you were before this, but even thinking is painful. You instinctively start to rub your temple against the bone of your shoulder in an attempt to push the rough, ratty material that you realize is blinding you. After a few attempts, an old twisted up cloth falls into your lap.  

You’re welcomed to the sight of more darkness. It appears you’re in a room, from what you can make out. Your eyes sting when exposed to all the dust that’s hanging in the air. You stifle a cough, irritated that you’ve been breathing heavily, inhaling basically asbestos at this point.  

What the fuck?  

You blink hard, all your senses coming alive with your eyesight regaining. Pain. Every part of your body aches, your hands are tied to a wooden foundation pillar behind you with what feels like old rope. Its split ends tear into your skin like sandpaper. You try moving your wrists around, to see if the rope will give way so you can free yourself, but it's no use. The bindings, if anything, tighten that much more from your movements. Giving you less and less room to work with. Whoever did this to you, had no intention of letting you go. You shudder at the thought of whoever this mysterious person may be, holding you captive. What they may want…

You refocus your attention, desperately trying to remember anything from before but you can’t seem to recall what happened. Was I at home? Work?

No, there’s no way you’d been snatched from the clubhouse while tending the bar. You must’ve been at home, sleeping?  

You lean forward, trying to use your body weight and the corner of the pillar to separate the rope, but it doesn’t work. As you contemplate your next course of action, a horrifying thought plaques your mind.  

How long have I been here? How long do I have to get out of here before they come back?

With that now in the forefront of your mind, you gain a new sense of urgency. Frantically, you try rubbing the homemade cuffs against the wood. You ignore the fact that the air is still clouded as your breathing deepens in an effort to free yourself. But once again, you fail. You growl in frustration, throwing your hands back against the wood, ignoring the dull aches seeping from the bruises on your battered wrists. As panic and adrenaline continue to take over, you scan your eyes over your surroundings once more, analyzing the area to see if anything can help you.  

With one little window above the wooden stationary table across the room from you, there really isn’t much of a light source. Just a delicate stream of moonlight, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air, stirred up from your panicked escape attempts. You think again, where the fuck was I? But you come up with nothing.

“God damn it Jax” You whisper to yourself. You knew this was coming, it came for all the women who dared to join the Prince of Charming in his tirades of violence. It was well known history that whoever stood next to Jax, had a death wish. Yes, believe or not, dating the President of a biker gang isn’t as glorious as it seems. Being an old lady makes you an instant target for the enemies of the sons, of which there are many.  

Who found you this time?

That’s right, this time. You’ve been kidnapped before. The Mayans followed you home one night. Before you even had the chance to turn the ignition off in your car, you were ripped out of the seat and taken for negotiation. Then there was the IRA. You were held hostage; your life was on the line once again. Literally on the phone line, with Jax on the other end telling Gaelan he would continue distributing for him in exchange for your survival. And now this. You know your luck is bound to run out. Your breathing quickens as you start to accept the reality of the situation. There’s no getting out this time. Is the club even aware that you’ve been taken? The question you keep coming back to is how long have you been tied up in this dingy basement? The fact that you don’t know the answer to that and probably never will, causes a pit of dread to form in your stomach.

“Fuck” you mutter under your breath as you roughly shut your eyes.

This song and dance is starting to get old. To what end is enough, finally enough? Each time your safety is questioned, you tell yourself that it’s too dangerous to go back, that you can’t handle the life; always watching your 6 as well as your 7-8-9.  

Yet each time you’re rescued, you’re consumed by the ways of the club, and always end up back to square one. The simple fact is you desire the life. The atmosphere, the people, the machines, the thrill... you feel you belong. That your role is meant to be at Teller-Morrow assisting those men in kutte, offering sanctuary and support for the women in tight dresses, to stand beside the old ladies and keep them on their toes. As for the president that sits at the head of the table; for him you’re the reason he stays resilient and clear-minded. Each time you get a chance to see how short-lived life is for those around the sons, you tell yourself you’re on borrowed time. That you need to walk away, that you will leave the life, but you know you speak the language of lies.  

“Quit your bitching” you mumble to yourself, thudding your head lightly against the wood. They’ll find you. They have too. The notorious band of killer bikers always do. You know how much you mean to Jax, and you know they’re probably already on the hunt looking for you. Jax calling all charters for assistance and letting the reaper inside him take the wheel.  

The reaper. That side of Jax, he can smell you. Feel your pull when he needs you. Everyone says that he’s the prince but really, he’s the god damn devil himself. He’s feared among warriors, he puts demons to shame. And your soul will always belong to him, no trade necessary.  

“I see you’re awake.”  

The sudden intrusion of your captors' grating whisper tears you from your thoughts as your whole body goes rigid. Your breathing falters at the realization that you’re no longer alone, your heartbeat getting louder and louder in the growing silence. You can feel the echoing of each beat in your ears. You wish you could turn it off and hide in the dark, in silence.  

“Shh... “The sound slithers from the shell of your right ear across the nape of your neck causing your hair to stand on end as it settles in your left ear. You can’t move, your body is frozen in shock, locked in a state of fear. You can’t even bear to look, to reveal the mystery.  

“It’ll be quick...” the voice drawls out, an underlying tone of excitement riding with it, riddling your skin with goosebumps.  

Just then, you’re startled by a muffled vibration from directly underneath your rear. Holy shit. You’ve had your shitty iPhone 4, in your back pocket this entire time. Regardless, you wouldn't have been able to snake it out from beneath you but the fact that it’s ringing on silent mode, gives you just enough confidence to believe you might get saved. You know it’s Jax trying to get a hold of you.

“Doesn’t matter” you manage to spill out. The two words are all you could say as you clutch onto your mask of composure.

“You won’t receive the same fate.” You whisper, staring ahead. Your eyes glues to an old piece of tape stuck on the wall in front of you as an anchor. You could feel it’s presence right beside you. Feel eyes burning into your flesh.  

“Look at me” the low voice says with a sharp hiss.  

You clench your jaw. You know you have to face your captor. It’s your best chance for an opportunity to escape or buy yourself more time.  

“You see” you start your attempt to distract.  

“When you’re in his grip, there will be no such thing as a quick death” you spit the words as you turn, to stare down your opponent.  

Your eyes grow wide, the second they make contact with hers. A shriek clambers out of your throat before you can even think to stop it, you try to rationalize what you’re seeing in front of you

“W-what are you!?” You scream at her, as you push yourself back as close as you can against the wooden pillar.  

You can’t believe your eyes, as they focus on the woman – no - thing, crouched in front of you.  

A smile slowly works its way onto her face. “I always forget how ignorant you humans are…so unaware of what’s lurking in the dark all around you”  

She creeps closer, stepping over your legs as she does so.  

It wasn’t the fact that her face, lips, arms, her entire body was covered in tattooed lines or that her expression seemed void of any emotion, but it was her eyes. They glowed deep blue. Her silhouette black against the navy hue emanating from her eye sockets. It was unnatural.  

“You’re a monster” You utter the words in disbelief, your eyes wide at the creature staring back at you.  

She advances again, giving you a better look at her disguised form. It looks starved, deprived of meals.  

“A Djinn” her voice echoes as she closes the space between you two. Your mind fills with confusion at her words. You feel her cold touch, gripping your chin. Before closing your eyes due to the blue light blinding you, your eyes focus on her tattoos and how they move… all travelling towards her hand, to her grasp on your face.  

Another wave comes rushing through you, but this time it’s peaceful. Not a nauseating sensation but a sense of euphoria. Your eyes roll back, as her toxins continue to seep into your pores. Your mind is abruptly cleared as a moment of clarity hits you. You find yourself in a different world, such as a dream. Your body completely relaxes without instruction. Everything feels… calm. Calm enough to let yourself fall further into the hallucination.  

“Grab the girl, I got this!” You hear a deep shout somewhere in the distance, or maybe it’s right in front of you. The now familiar haze in your mind makes it impossible to decipher. Maybe there is no voice at all.  

“Dean!” Another voice echoes nearby.  

You feel yourself losing consciousness as your hands are suddenly free from their restraints. Your vision starts spinning once again as you feel yourself being lifted from the ground. The motion of being airborne is enough to make you blackout due to being so vertiginous. The last thing you can remember is your arm wrapped around someone’s neck, as this person carries you in theirs. Your fingertips brush against slick, long hair.  

“Jax?” you weakly whisper before slipping into the darkness once more. 

                                                        ~

“Found it! Jax, I found her!” Juice shouts as he runs through the clubhouse, holding his laptop above his decaled head. Jax, who was just inches from walking out the front door snaps around, his face riddled with worry and downright anger.  

“Where!?” The president barks back, his glare piercing juice’s very soul. He wastes no time as he turns, continuing to the railing outside, which is accompanied by several Harleys. Following Jax were his comrades from the SOA crew.  

“Her cell just came back into service; the ping shows she’s 40 miles out headed towards Oakland. She’s on the highway right now” Juice said, placing the laptop on the outside bench and reaching for his helmet sitting on his bike.  

“Aye, Niners Jackie boy” Chibs speaks as he buckles his own helmet on. Jax looks into his brothers’ eyes with flared nostrils, seething.  

“If they fucking touch her- “

“Go get our girl and bring her back!” Bobby interrupts from the club door, hollering at the cavalry of big men in leather kuttes straddling their roaring machines.  

“I got this; you guys go!” He motions to the men to head out. The clubhouse is accompanying more and more bodies as Jax had ordered a lock down since the discovery of your disappearance. He has learned his lesson from previous threats, it’s the quickest way to make sure all the women, children and other men of mayhem are accounted for.  

Bobby chose to stay back and monitor in case the wrong people came knocking. He was doubtful that this was a distraction tactic but the one thing he did know, is that anything can happen. As he watched the bikers ride out, he was thankful for wearing his black shades, as he would have trouble believing his own concealed expression. There was a chance you weren’t making it back this time, and everyone knew.  

One by one, they follow their leader, silently preparing themselves for the worst. Jax however, was preparing for war while struggling with the ongoing battle in his head.

Jax hates, truly hates himself for being selfish. It’s exactly what this is. He hates that each time your life has been in danger, he has to face the picture of standing over top your headstone.  

Since you came back to Charming, Jax vowed to serve you, protect you, love you. He knew he was destined to be yours when you told him the life didn’t scare you, just the fear of losing him. You agreed to be his old lady, despite all the risks and stand by his side during all the chaos.

Even though Jax would never leave the club, he wishes he could. Every day he thought about how you deserved more. Just like him, you suffered sleepless nights, restless days, endless dry throat from all the cigarettes you smoked to ease the stress away. He thought about the way you startle each time your cell rings, adrenaline consuming you as you brace yourself to receive bad or very bad news. This life, it too affects you. He’s selfish because he holds your freedom in his hand. A better existence. Fuck, you’d do anything for this man no matter how deep it hurts. Yet, he’ll never set you free. You are the only light in his days of darkness, his one true love. This life isn’t easy, but no matter what, you always look evil right in the eye and challenge it. You’re a fighter, and you fight hard. It’s another reason why he loves you so effortlessly. You’d listen if he told you to walk away, to leave Charming and he knows it, but he also knows he’d find you dead before ever granting you that peace.  

He tries his damndest to keep his eyes dry, to override the blue with pure red hate, but regardless of his efforts, the tears fall, disappearing into the wind. He wreaks on the throttle harder, hoping the rumble would drown out his sorrow. 

                                                              ~

“Dean, It’s the only antidote we have, that blue eye freak got away. There’s a chance we’ll need this once we find her again and kill her for good.” The agitated voice spoke right beside you.

“Sammy, I’m not saying this again, give her the fucking antidote.” Someone responded from further away. It was hard to tell over the rumble of.. a car?  

“Such a waste, we don’t even know her!” You felt a grip tighten around your arm.

“Give it to her, now!”  

“Fuck!” You shriek as your arm is stabbed with a needle birthed from a large syringe. The sharp infliction snapped you out of whatever previous fog you were residing in or maybe it was the effect of the content that was administered into you.  

“That fucking hurt!” You shout, ripping your arm out of the stranger’s grasp and holding onto the spot that feels like its bruising already.  

“Yeah, well it was that or deteriorate due to your blood getting sucked out, disintegrating your brain” He responds, seemingly sarcastic whilst putting the needle away into a bag.  

“Jesus Christ” The voice comes from the driver seat. You look over at the rearview mirror in the darkness, suddenly catching a glimpse of deep green eyes accented by freckles as he drives underneath a spotlight. His face disappears as the dark of the night envelopes the inside of the car once more.  

You look up at the man who had been manhandling you in the backseat to find him staring back at you.  

“I think it worked” Sam says, looking passively towards the driver. You rub your eyes, as if when you open them again, you’d be back home.  

“Good, we’ll keep her at the motel. Try and stray the Djinn off her scent.”  

“Why? it would make more sense to use her as bait, draw the djinn back in and finish it off.”  

“She doesn’t need to be a part of it Sam.”  

“She became a part of it when she almost died, Dean.”

As you listen to these men banter your conscience becomes clearer. You have no idea where they were taking you, what had happened to the creature that was apparently about to feed on you, and what the SONS may be doing to find you. With rising confusion, you snapped.  

“Who the hell are you guys!?” You blurt out, interrupting their fight. “And what the fuck was that thing back there!?” You point your thumb towards the rear window.

“Because I swear when she touched me, it felt like… I was drifting away...” You shift yourself upwards in the leather seat, well more like a bench, in this vehicle that these men threw you into.  

You watch the man who sat in front of you, his broad shoulders rising as he clears his throat.  

“What you saw… is what you think you saw” Dean says slowly from up front, locking his eyes with yours from the mirror again. “She’s a monster… and she was trying to kill you”.  

“We really giving her the talk right now Dean?” Sam says with his eyebrows raised. You side-eye him, shocked by how comfortable this guy is. You wonder if this is something they’ve done before. “The less people know the better” He continues.

“Might as well, she saw too much and clearly she remembers, don’t you?” Dean asks you.

You rub your forehead with your fingers. This is all too much. This isn’t really happening, is it? You’ve spent the last year running away from thugs, for what? To run straight into the arms of monsters?

You scoff to yourself, then inhale deeply through your nostrils, eyes shut trying to center and organize your thoughts. You’re capable of handling a lot of bullshit, but this is next level. You make a silent agreement to figure out the truth first.  

You open your tired eyes, “Alright, one thing at a time.” You mutter just loud enough for them to hear.

“So, you’re Sam?” You point your finger at the long haired, flannel wearing giant who barely fits inside the car. He nodded; his eyes intense as he continued to analyze you. Maybe to see if the antidote was still working.  

“Sam Winchester” He speaks up.  

“Winchester… okay.” You whisper.  

You glance back to the rear mirror, searching for those earthy forest green eyes.  

“Dean, is it?” You question him in the dark as he continues driving down the wet highway.  

“That’s right sweetheart” You could hear the smirk on his lip, and you barely know the guy… Kidnapper, savior, whatever he is.  

you correct him by giving your name. “That’s a pretty name” Dean replies before his brother interjects with a huff.

“We’re brothers, we work this gig together” Sam says.  

You pause with your brows raised. “Gig … as in … killing monsters?” you speak slowly, feeling silly even saying the words.  

“We hunt monsters, then kill them. It’s sort of a family business” Dean explains.  

You stare at him in disbelief, jaw agape. “Okay…” You drawl out.  

“The thing that attacked you was a Djinn. They infuse their victims with poison, which acts as a hallucinogen, which you learned. As you dream away, they drain you of blood until you’re all dried up. The poison also seeps into your bloodstream slowly shutting down your entire system, hence why you needed the antidote.” Sam ever so calmly reveals what could have been your fate.  

“Right…” You shake your head, still trying to register all that has occurred. It doesn’t help that every time you close your eyes, you see that blue haze, scouring the inside of your eyelids like veins.  Just as you’re about to question more, a white sign with black fonts catches your eye as you speed by.  

“OAKLAND”

“Wait, wait, where are you guys going?” Your voice starts to raise as your panic quickly surfaces.

As if Dean can hear the unease in your tone, he responds softly.

“Back to our motel. You gotta stay there and we’ll go back out and finish the job. We’ll take you home when it’s safe”.  

You hear Sam scoff.

“Yeah no, I think I’ll manage just fine on my own actually. We need to turn around and head back to Charming, like now”.  You turn looking out the back window wondering if Niners are trailing the impala.  

“Oh yeah? Being tied up to a pillar is how you manage? How’d that work out again?” Dean questions, tearing his eyes from the road and meeting your gaze with furrowed brows.  

“Yeah, thanks for saving me, I get it” You spit back with your arms crossed, shooting a glare at Sam who clearly didn’t want to give you the antidote. He shrugs his shoulders back at you.  

“But listen, I’ve got bigger problems on my tail than this monster you guys are hunting, I need to get back to Samcro” You demand, catching Dean's eyes in yours.  

“I can’t do that” he says matter-of-factly as if he actually has control over you.  

“Hah” You laugh out loud. “Little do you know we’re probably being hunted right now” you say with a grin.  

“What are you talking about?” Sam turns to you.  

“I deal with real monsters on a daily basis, your worst nightmare is my constant” You speak with one brow raised. “Have you ever heard of a group called Sons of Anarchy?”

Dean stared at you through the mirror, you could just see his half smile cracking, showing a little bit of his perfect teeth “Oh? Those old boys that ride scooters?” he chuckles.  

And it was as if Dean had summoned Jax Teller, the Reaper himself because there it comes. The loud rumble of the Harleys, sounding like the impending hoof beats of the horsemen of the apocalypse arriving on the battlegrounds of war.  

“We got company” Sam states, as he crawls over the seat from the back to join Dean in the front, he opens up the glovebox and pulls out a pistol.  

“Guys, guys just pull over” you try to suppress the panic in your throat. The last thing you need tonight is to get caught in the middle of a full-blown drive by.  

Just like that, the men in kutte open fire while they gain speed. That’s their first warning to the brothers to pull over. They intentionally miss the impala as they presume you’re inside.  

“Fuck that” Dean curses as he slams on his brake causing an ear-piercing squeal followed by the stink of burning tires - a sharp punch to the nose.  

“Jesus!” You spit as you hold onto the seat in front of you to brace yourself.  

“Stay in the car” Dean commands as he and his brother step out, slamming the doors behind them.  

“For fucks sakes” you mutter underneath your breath as you attempt to crawl over the seat yourself.  

The Harleys come to a screech themselves as the men all then quickly step off their steeds. Each one, reaching and pulling out their weapons to point at the brothers. The sounds of Glocks being cocked simultaneously, echo into the night.  

Sam and Dean follow suit, raising their own guns, facing the crew.

“Jackie boy, these guys are looking a little too white to be niners” The Scotsman shouts to his president.

“She’s with them” Jax murmurs lowly. His skin screaming, he knows you’re in the impala, he can feel it. He takes his helmet off before hanging it on the clutch.  

The blonde man is yet to be armed as he plucks a cig from his pack in an all too calm manner. He slows his strides as he walks over to the brothers in his famous swag, one white sneaker in front of the other. He places his smoke in between his lips before pausing to light the end. His sharp framed face looks eerie, as the light from the flame casts shadows across his cheekbones.  

In the still air the crackle of his intake is loudly audible. The smoke drifting from his nostrils before he exhales

His stance expelled power. His feet planted widely apart from each other, one hand to his mouth assisting his smoke. The other clutching his belt buckle. He let his hand fall down, exhaling once more before breaking the silence and the hair-pulling tension.

“Give her to me” He finally speaks, in a low haunting tone. His eyebrows raise with his words before furrowing. He can see your shadow moving in the vehicle, bringing an instant blanket of relief over him.  

“Not gunna happen, pretty boy. Unlike you guys, trafficking isn’t really our style.” Dean spits out, never wavering his raised hand, gripping his gun. He can only assume these guys wanted to hurt you, that they used you for whatever needs they required. The fact that they’re chasing you down, guns out, demanding for you like some piece of property, enraged him to his very core. He never liked gangs to begin with but a biker gang? What a joke. He’s familiar with the Sons of Anarchy as he’s a man of research whenever he goes into any new town to hunt. Within moments of searching up Charming, the notorious Men of Mayhem found their way onto the Google search page. They seem to cause trouble, attend a charity here and there, then more trouble again. Their reputation, other than running a consensual brothel which is right up Deans ally, bothers him.  

Jax lets out a chuckle, flicking his lit bud to the side of the road. Before it can land onto the wet concrete, Jax pulls out his own piece and points it right at the shorter, dark-haired brother. The taller one flinches at his motions, looking over at Dean. Jax could tell he was trying to read his face, to navigate their game plan.  

The Impala door squeaks open, and a light thud sounds as you stumble onto the road as you pull yourself out.  

“Wait! Don’t shoot” You call out, causing all the men to turn their attention to you. Jax’s breathing stops as he watches you approach him.  

Abruptly, Sam puts his hand across your torso, blocking you from your path; his other still holding the gun.  

“Get your fucking hand off of her” Jax then points the gun at Sam as the men behind him holler with rage.

“Move” you mutter as you shove his hand off, continuing towards Jax unphased as you walk to him in line of his weapon. 

Dean calls out your name, watching you walk to the leader, his heart pounding while thinking the worst.  

Jax scowled at the sound of your name coming out of another man's mouth. He keeps his eyes on Dean as he clutches your waists and pulls you into him. The brothers seemed utterly perplexed that you weren’t a target; more so a member.

With a scowl still residing on his face, he finally breaks the eye contact from Dean to you.

“You okay Darlin’?” He murmurs to you as you lean into him.  

“Yeah, I’m fine, get them to put their guns away Jax” you motion to the armed crew behind him “they didn’t hurt me” He tilts his head at you with confusion, his icy cobalt eyes scanning your face.  

You turn to the brothers, their concern growing. You knew they didn’t want them knowing about their... occupation. You remembered what Sam said earlier “The less people know, the better”

You look back at your dark prince.  

“They saved me Jax, I was tied up in a house” you start to explain “I’m pretty sure it was the Niners, but… I can’t remember shit” you rub your head as you blatantly lie through your teeth.  

The brothers were first to lower their guns, Dean raising his hands in surrender.  

“She’s telling the truth” He says, speaking directly to Jax.  

“We were in the area, heard her screaming, thought we’d check it out.”  Sam explains.

“Did you see them?” Jax asks, clutching your waist tighter, bringing his gun down.

“No, by the time we showed up, it was just her'' Sam pitches. “We untied her, carried her out of the house, just trying to help her”.  

“Aye, and what were the two of you planning on doing to ... help her?” Chibs spoke out as he grabs his scarred cheeks, trying to conceal the pure hell boiling internally. He doesn’t trust these guys as far as he can throw them. Nothing about this made sense.  

Dean scoffs, shaking his head. “She might be right, maybe they do see worse shit than we do” he says, mumbling to his taller brother.  

With a dry chuckle, Sam responds “Yeah, you’re telling me”.

Jax releases you, as he tucks away his piece before sliding both hands into his pockets motioning his chin at them with his jaw clenched.  

“Wanna tell me why you two are driving around Charming in some shit impala then? Besides searching for women in distress?” Jax speaks sharply, his words laced with hostility.  

Dean closes his eyes slowly, his hand curling into a fist. “Shit impala” being repeated in his head. That car is his baby.

“We’re just driving through; we’ll be out of here by tomorrow” Sam intercepts knowing damn well his brother is still trying to recover from that comment.  

“Tonight” Jax demands through gritted teeth. He wanted these men out of sight. It didn’t add up, the Niners haven’t had beef with the SONS. Why were you taken? Why did you stay with them? Did they make you feel safe? Was he not enough?   

“Tsk” the click of Dean's tongue echoes down the highway before he purses his lips.  

“Or what?” he says with a half-smile. He couldn’t help it, he liked to get under people's skin and there was something about Jax that just pissed him right off. It was the entitlement, or maybe it was the fact that you were so calm about the matter, around guns, around bad men. He wondered what kinds of hell they put you through in order to be so tough-skinned.  

“Fuck around and you’ll find out” Opie utters, stalking up to join his blood brother in their battle of wills against these two posers. Settling his deadly glare on the taller one with the mop of hair on his head.  

“Oh, like how you found her?” Dean snaps back, his voice a deep rasp. “Maybe you should take better care of your women or better yet, maybe I should stay in town, just to make sure she stays alive, cause if it wasn’t for us buddy, she’d be cold by now.” He motions his index finger at you.  

Your President jerks forward but before he can get his hands on Dean standing in front of him, you shove yourself in his path, grabbing his kutte in fistfuls. Glaring at his brothers over his shoulder to back down.  

“Jax” you breathe, looking up at him “They’re not a threat!”  

“I really don’t give a shit” He says, leveling you with his dark eyes. That’s when you know he’s plotting his revenge for you later on. Disappearing doesn’t go unpunished, even if you were kidnapped.

You swallow hard. This isn’t the man that was smitten by you, how his eyes would sparkle at the sight of you, the man that appreciated hearing your two cents, the man that would softly ask you to listen to him when he was frustrated, no. This was the Reaper, and he’s very unforgiving. You know when you’re out of bounds with him, and as of right now you’re on the tipping edge. You blink rapidly realizing just how affected he is by the words spat by Dean. You release his kutte from your hands, feeling his anger radiating from his body. Before you can speak, he cuts you off.  

“Sit your ass down on the bike and shut your mouth” he says to you coldly.  

That was a direct order. You’re grateful for the dark of the night as it hides the growing red in your cheeks. You hate when he embarrasses you in front of his soldiers like that. You can feel the looks of concern settling on you, the men in kutte don’t particularly like it either but, that’s what being an old lady entails and you signed up for it.  

Dean watches you with Jax, his entire body tense with rage. He can’t even begin to understand the relationship you share with this man. He can’t fathom how you’re a part of a gang. You seemed so innocent, so defenseless tied up to that pillar in the cellar. Yet here you stand, next to the President of murderers. Hell, he barely knows you but for some reason, he doesn’t want to leave you there. Not until he knows for sure, that you truly feel safe.  

The air is so silent you could hear a pin drop. You slowly make your way over to Jax’s Harley, quietly slipping on his helmet and swinging a leg over the seat. You keep your gaze down, eyes locking onto a little pebble sitting by the kickstand of Jax's bike.

Jax analyzes Dean, how he watches your every step. He grows more and more infuriated as he witnesses Dean struggling not to call out to you, like he thinks he’s some knight in shining armor ready to rescue you from the Dark Prince you’ve seemed to settle with. It looks as if he is worried about you. And Jax simply doesn’t like that.  

“Hey, you gunna be okay?” your head snapped up at Dean who called out to you. His forehead creased with lines as he awaited your response. His carelessness was going to get him killed.  

“Don’t fucking talk to her” Jax shouts as Opie intervened, standing in between. 

“Ill be fine” you responded to Dean in the smallest voice, that it squeezed his heart. You feel guilt rising as you deliberately ignore the glare from Jax for disobeying his orders.  

“Tonight it is then” Sam states, not wanting to pursue this any further. His focus was on hunting, not this ‘who’s dick is bigger’ pit fest. He turns to Dean, nodding his head to the impala. “Let’s go”.  

Dean remains in his stance, his eyes flicker back at Jax once more, letting out a scoff before following Sam.   

“Hey brother, we’ve got the clubhouse on lockdown still. We should get back.” Opie turns to face Jax, trying to read his expression.  

“Time to let these wankers get on the road aye?” Chibs joins in. “She’s safe n with us now” 

Jax stares at the mystery brothers with his brows furrowed. Absorbing all the details of their features, their car, their potential baggage. He would be sure to remember them if they ever step foot near his town again and more importantly, come near you.  

Nothing more had to be said between the standoff of Jax and Dean, their eyes said enough. Jax turns, patting Opie’s chest. “Let’s go brother” he commands.

Collectively the men begin to board their steeds.  

You peer up from your lashes, feeling his presence as he walks towards you. He slips his black leather gloves on and by surprise he grips your face, squeezing your cheeks together before giving you a hard kiss.  

It’s clear he is marking his territory in front of the brothers; you really aren’t sure why he’s so threatened by the two. You deal with perverse men on the daily, but Jax very seldom had this reaction. He releases your cheeks, glaring towards Dean as he stood watching the two of you before opening the impala door. Once Jax sits on the Harley, you wrap your arms around his waist.  

Discreetly you look at the Impala once more, to see Dean looking back at you through his side mirror. You wanted to tell him that you’re thankful he saved your life, to tell him that you’re safe in this club. Well for the most part anyways. You wanted to apologize for the way the sons greeted them. But you knew this was the last interaction you’d have with the Winchesters.  

Your heart sinks when the engine turns over. You don’t like this feeling of uncertainty residing within you. You have so much more to learn about, this whole deal with monsters? Is this Djinn still tracking you down? Are you watching the only people that could protect you, drive away out of town, out of your life? You’re left with so many questions and an atmosphere that makes you feel incredibly alone.  

The machine below you roars to life, rumbling underneath you, the sound growing louder as Jax steers around. He then squeezes the clutch, and revs his engine, causing the tires to spin out spitting up gravel on the side of the highway which coincidentally patters the rear of the impala before heading back to the direction they came from.

BANG!

Your shoulders dip, your ears ring slightly at the sound of a gun going off. You frantically release one hand off Jax, to turn and look behind you, the wind causing your hair to blow across your face. Your eyes scan, as you’re worried that they had killed the brothers. Tig was the last one following the comrade, holstering his Glock with a smirk across his face. With a sigh of relief, you see Sam step out of the impala, to inspect what appeared to be a side mirror blown into pieces on the ground.  

The last thing you saw was Dean stepping out with his hands behind his head, before dropping his arms in frustration. You truly feel bad for them, they don’t deserve this treatment. Surely anyone who offers a hand in protecting your life would be put on a pedestal by Jax but this time, it seemed as if death was as good a reward as any. You feel his chuckle through his kutte, as he’s pleased with Tig’s style of amusement. You place your hands back around Jax, pressing your cheek up against his back. With shut eyes, you try to mentally prepare yourself for the chaos awaiting you back at the clubhouse.  

But due to the exhaustion of the night, you drift in and out of sleepiness on the way back to Charming, your mind replaying the scene of those deep green eyes, accented by freckles underneath the passing streetlights.  

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[missacidburn928]

"Go ahead and keep your eyes on him, darlin’. Watch as he remembers what you look and sound like lost in pleasure. Watch what it does to him.”

-Jax Teller

Let Me Spell It Out For You

[julians-muscles-and-tits]

[crypticvortexsblog]

The Identities We Forge (Part 1)

The Backroads Beckon

The clock ticks away the final moments of the night, its glow casting a pallid light across the cluttered room. Dean, a man in his early thirties with a stubbled jaw and haunted eyes, sits at a worn-out table. His fingers trace the lines of an ancient, tattered map laid out before him, the edges yellowed with age and stained with the whispers of forgotten adventures. The map is adorned with cryptic symbols and hand-scrawled notes in an unfamiliar script. A knock at the door startles him.

Dean cautiously approaches the door, peeking through the peephole. He sees a figure shrouded in the shadows, Harley, a young woman with a fiery spirit, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of fear.

Dean with a sigh mutters under his breath "You're back early."

He opens the door to reveal Harley, her arms wrapped tightly around her backpack that always seems too heavy for her small frame. She steps inside, and the scent of rain and fresh earth fills the room.

Harley sighs looking towards her older brother "I couldn't find snything. How about you, did you find anything new?"

Dean with a shake of his head shake his head "Unfortunately, no just more questions."

Sam, a man in his mid-twenties with a gentle demeanor, enters the hotel room. He's the kind of person who radiates calm, despite the storm clouds that seem to follow him.

Sam with a feeling of uncertainty, looks to his older brother "You sure this is the right place, Dean?"

Dean with confidence nods "Positive. It's all here on the map."

Sam looks skeptically at his elder brother, but something in Dean's eyes tells him not to argue. The map is spread out on the coffee table, a web of intertwining lines that seem to pulse with an unseen energy.

The trio gathering around a pot of coffee, the only source of warmth in the otherwise cold room. They exchange awkward glances, the weight of their secrets pressing down on them.

Sam sighs softly "So, what's the plan?"

Dean picking up the map "We follow this map. It's gotta lead us to something."

Harley looks at her elder brother with uncertainty in her eyes "But what if it doesn't? What if it's just a wild goose chase?"

Dean looks to his younger sister "We've all got nowhere else to go. We've got to find out what's happening."

The sun peeks over the horizon, casting a soft light on the old, dusty road. They stand before it, their shadows stretching out before them like fingers reaching for answers. They load their gear into a vintage, 1967 Impala, the engine coming to life with a resentful growl.

As they drive, the city gives way to a landscape of towering evergreens, their branches reaching out like the fingers of a giant hand, guiding them deeper into the Pacific Northwest.

Dean, who normally is the designated driver "First stop, Whispering Pines."

Harley with a roll of her eyes mumbled "Why there?"

Dean glanced at the map sighs "It's where it all starts."

The bell on the door jingles as they enter. The locals look up from their coffee, sizing them up. The air is thick with the scent of pancakes and secrets.

The waitress who looks at the trio come in "What brings you folks to these parts?"

Dean who smiles at the seemingly beautiful waitress "Just passing through."

Later, when it was decided to load up some refreshments for the long journey,  they stock up on supplies at the local general store, with the wooden floorboards creaking underfoot. The old man behind the counter watches them with a seemingly knowing gaze.

[filipfuckingtelford]

Aim for the head Part 6

Sons had to leave their safe house for good. They left a goodby surprise for the gang that attacked them. What will they find in the new place? Would there be a new shelter or the new danger? Will the gang from the military base leave them be?

Part 6 of my SoA x TWD fic. Feel free to comment and enjoy.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Sons reached their destination point in five hours. Roads were mostly blocked by cars people were leaving in first days of apocalypse. There ahead were mountains and those who decided to go there for shelter knew they couldn't go by cars. So now lots of dead vehicles were rotting on the road and Sons had to move slowly and carefully among them. Only when the first houses of Valley Springs could be seen in the distance the road was finally empty.

As they were riding away from their home Chibs had some time to think. They lost two of their brothers in the fight, they lost their shelter, lost Charming. They had no place to go and no plan for the future. It was all dark and uncertain now. But he had Y/N. They were exchanging glances on the way and it made him feel better. He probably needed to talk to Clay at some point but before they find a new place to stay it wasn't a good idea to discuss what happened between him and Y/N. Clay already made it clear he didn't like it and Filip expected him to do something to prevent them from being together.

Chibs saw the look in Clay's eyes yesterday as Y/N was staying next to Telford, her palm on his shoulder. His president didn't like what he saw, but didn't tell anything, for now. Chibs knew Clay would give him hard time.

On the first hours of ride they heard the sound of explosions from behind and knew that Negan came back for them, but found an empty clubhouse and mined territory. Sons could only hope that he and his people were dead now.

Moving along the streets of the town, they were looking for any place to stay. It had to be something big enough to have room for everyone. Eleven people needed a new safe house now. They needed some fresh start to leave their past behind.

Jax was riding in front of the procession and in awhile he gave others a sign to stop. He unmounted from his bike and approached the rest of the group. "There's a school, not really big one, but it has enough space and walls around the territory" He explained. "It's probably invaded with empties, but if we manage to clear the territory we can stop here"

"We need to choose ones that would go inside and the rest of us should stay here and cover, just in case. Our engines attracted those empties hiding around" Chibs looked at his brother and Jakson nodded.

"Yeah. You, Happy, Tig and Y/N go inside. We will be here to keep others safe" He agreed.

"We need to hurry. It's better to hide behind walls before all town crawls here" Y/N warned and she was right. They needed to clear the territory as soon as possible.

Chibs, his brothers and Y/N made their way towards the school. They left their bikes next to the gates to reach them fast if they will have to run from the building. The rest of the group was left behind on the road. Jax, Juice and two recruits surrounded their cars to watch the territory on four sides from them.

While Happy and Y/N were checking the territory, Chibs and Tig approached the door. No sound could be heard inside, but they knew there were empties in the building. They were sleeping, waiting for some food to get closer and wake them up.

"Wait untill Hap and Y/N join us" Chibs whispered and Trager nodded, he knew splitting up was a bad idea. After what happened at N9ers' they decided to stay all together.

Soon Y/N showed up followed by Happy. "Empty" Lowman said in his usuall brief manner. Chibs nodded and started counting to three with his fingers, before he finally opened the door. The main corridor was empty. School really wasn't that big, it had three classes on each side, couple of bathrooms, sports hall in the back and six rooms including medical unit on the second floor and the dining room. They needed to check every room one by one to be sure it was safe for the rest of the group.

They started moving along the corridor. Happy opened the door of the first class and raised his gun. Several slow empties didn't even realise what happened when he shot them one by one. Soft clicks of his gun could be heard in the quiet of the building but not loud enough to wake up creatures in other rooms. "Clear" he announced and the group started moving further.

Chibs opened the door on the other side of the corridor. The class was empty, but there on the floor was a body. Someone preferred to take their own life to never turn to one of the monsters, a gun still in their hand. "Christ" Chibs gasped and carefully closed the door. They will need to clean this place.

The next room met them with another jumper. The same as the one who attacked Happy yesterday. Tig had to get on the floor and roll over to avoid the attack and managed to shoot it during another jump. "Theese things freak me out" Happy admitted as he pushed the lifeless, mutilated corpse with his shoe. It was small, crooked, it had long hands and short but strong legs. And wide mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Disgusting" Tig commented before they threw the body into the classroom and continued their route. They kept checking every room. Several empties here couple empties there. Nothing special but they were acting carefully and could avoid any problem. Until they reached the cafeteria. The last room they had to check.

All four of them saw this thing the moment they opened double doors. It was an empty, huge one, tall and bloated, it's skin was covered with dark stains and ulcers.

"What the fuck..." Happy gasped as the creature slowly turned to them and started walking towards the group, growling and mumbling. They started shooting at the same time, all four of them. Four bullets pierced it's head. But it didn't fall, only stopped and was bouncing on one place. It also started swelling slowly becoming bigger.

"I think it's gonna..." Tig started as they all were frozen, fascinated and disgusted by the scene. Chibs was the one to wake up from this drowse. He shut the doors closed. The loud bang behind the doors made them recoil from it. "Expload" Tig finally finished his sentence.

"Holly fuck" Chibs cursed and opened the door. Room was covered with green gooey liquid and the pieces of emptie's body.

"We're lucky it was in the last room" Y/N commented. The loud noise would've attracted every empty in school to them.

"I'll go..." Trager was pale and seemed queasy from looking at what was left of the monster "Call the others..." He headed outside while Chibs, Y/N and Happy went to the first floor and started carrying empties outside. They will have time to deal with those later, now they had to clear the building to have place to spend the night.

Soon all their vehicles were parked in the school yard and Chibs, Jax and Happy were trying to close breaches in the walls. They were lucky to find some materials in the caretaker's cabin behind the main building. They will need more, but it could wait. For now Sons only needed to make sure their walls would protect them during the night.

"Fuck!" Chibs heard Jax's voice while he was attaching some wooden sheets to the wall. His brother just came closer to one of the holes and turned away from it to grab a board and hammer to fix it when several hands reached him out from outside and were now pulling him.

"Hap!" Chibs called his brother and ran towards Jax, grabbing his arms in attempt to free him from monster' grip. They were all rotten and dead but so strong whet it was about food. Jax's back was already pressed against the wall and empties were trying to bite him, his leather preventing any injuries though.

Happy was there the next moment. He was holding one of his big knives and was waiting for Chibs to pull Jakson away from the fence just a little to give him space for a hit.

"I can't" Chibs groaned, holding his brother as tight as he could, but those creatures were just too strong.

"Come on!" Jax was struggling as well, trying to free himself from the grip, soles of his shoes digging into the ground, but even together with Telford they hardly could do anything.

"What the hell going on?" Tig was running towards them as he saw some fuss at the walls while he brought another corpse outside.

"Help me pull him away from the wall!" Chibs ordered and now two of them were trying to free Jax. They finally managed to give Happy some space and it was over in seconds. Happy made several fast hits with his knife and Jax rolled on the ground, together with Telford and Trager, five rotten hands were now laying not far from them and Happy was carefully wiping black sticky liquid from the blade.

Jax was the first one to laugh. He just imagined how stupid it was, and the fact that he could be dead by now if not his thick leather cut only made him laugh harder. Chibs and Tig were chuckling as well but Happy was dead serious. Some devilish lights burning in his eyes. He probably loved to cut rotten bodies and no one could blame him.

They got back to work after awhile but now avoiding to turn their back to the wall just in case. Empties were too attracted by the noise they made with cars and were now crawling from all the neighbourhood towards the school.

Chibs didn't know how Y/N and two recruits managed to clean the remains of the big guy but when he came back into the cafeteria it was all clean. Tara and Gemma were revising the food kept in the storage, throwing everything spoiled away and replacing it with those supplies Sons brought from the TM shelter.

He found Y/N in one of the rooms on the second floor. She was trying to disassemble desks to make some space.

"Ye need help, lass?" Chibs asked as he came closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and took a screwdriver from her small gentle hands "It's a job for someone big, not a fine lass like ye" He whispered to her ear and she laughed.

"I'm okay, Filip. You need to find a room for yourself. Dad said club memers should live on the first floor except for Jax who needs to be with Tara and boys upstairs, and recruits will share the room on the second floor as well as me" She turned to him and smiled slightly. "

"So I'm supposed to be as far from ye as possible?" Chibs smirked. He knew why Clay was doing it. Not only for the safety reasons. Y/N knew how to protect herself. He wanted to keep Filip away from his daughter "And Jax should be keeping an eye on ye"

"Oh come on, Filip" Y/N chuckled and shook her head her fingers touching his cheek gently, tracing his scar with her thumb "I'll sneak to your room"

"I know, lass" He sighed "If only he won't do anything else to prevent it"

Juice peeked into the room the very moment Chibs leaned to kiss Y/N and had to pull away from her unhappy.

"Clay said everyone who can fight should gather for the meeting" Ortiz said and left quickly. He knew better than to bother Chibs when he had that look in his eyes.

They headed downstairs and entered one of the rooms. All of the desks were disassembled already and in the center of the room there was a big table with chairs around. Tig was hiding weapons and ammunition in the cabinet. It looked like a chapel back home, simple but familiar.

Chibs took his seat so did the rest club members and Y/N together with Tray and Ashley were standing by the wall. Clay gave Filip a heavy look and then started talking.

"We've been through alot of shit recently. You all fought well, good job. But we now have to start all over, in a new place, a new safehouse. We have a lot of work to do and we don't have enough people. So we need to be organized and disciplined" Everyone was listening carefully and Clay continued "First of all, tonight, even though we don't have towers, we have to stand guard on the perimeter. Four people in first four hours and other four in the next four hours. So the first shift would be Tig, Y/N, Happy and Ashley and the next one is Chibs, Jax, Juice and Tray"

Chibs frowned. He knew exactly why Clay was doing it and he knew it was not all his President had. But he didn't argue. Before he'll talk to Clay about Y/N there was no use in it.

"Now. Tomorrow we have to build towers. One on each side of the perimeter. Hence in the morning the first shift should go look for supplies while others have rest. We also need to find some beds or sleeping bags to start with. As soon as we have towers, same shifts would be every four hours while others have rest or go out or make fortifications. We need this place as safe as we can and we have to do it as soon as possible. Questions?" Clay was confident, brutal, dead serious. He was the one to organize everything like he did in the first days of apocalypse. And no one dared to argue. They really had to work hard to make this school as fortified as their clubhouse once was.

"Dad, can we change shifts?" Y/N asked and Chibs looked at her surprised. She didn't understand why Clay was separating them. She didn't even realized he did it on purpose.

'No. I have reasons" Clay replied not looking at Y/N but gave Chibs another look.

"But..." She started, but the President raised his hand.

"I said - no. No discussion here. We need to start working. Gemma and Tara are cooking dinner for us all. Y/N, Ashley, go see if they need some help. I want others to go and see what supplies we need. All the desks and other useless shit should be disassembled and used for fortifications. Go."

Sons and recruits started leaving one by one and Y/N followed them as well. She caught Chibs' hand when the door of new chapel closed behind them and looked at him confused.

"I told ye, lass. Yer pa will keep me away from ye" Chibs sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He knew they had only couple of moments together and it would be this way as long as Clay would want it to be this way.

"But why? I don't understand! I will go talk to him" She shook her head but Filip stopped Y/N.

"Not the right time, lass. He's angry and I can't blame him. We lost everything, we have to start a new life, we lost our brothers, Clay was shot... He won't ever allow us to be together if we try to talk to him now" Chibs didn't want it, but he knew there was no choice for now. When President will calm down there would be a way to convince him. They had to wait.

"But we just started... and I... I don't want to be away from you" Y/N frowned. She was holding him tight, refusing to let go.

"I don't want to stay away from ye either, lass. But we have to wait. I'll make it work, I promise" Chibs leaned down to kiss her when he heard heavy foorsteps from the chapel "Go to your mom" He said pulling away and left the building as fast as he could. He wasn't afraid of Clay, but it really wasn't the right time for arguing now.

Two weeks passed this way. Sons found a lot of supplies in the dead city. No other shelters, no other survivours. If something happens again they would be on their own. So they made sure to fortify their new safehouse the best way. Four watchtowers were build on each side of the territory, walls and gates were covered with steel sheets they found on the old workshop. Three generators from the hospital basement were granting power, light and water.

Gemma started new vegetable garden in the school yard but it needed time to give a harvest, so the main problem now was food. Sons were gathering all the canned food they could find and Tig with Happy started hunting in the nearby forest.

Life was slowly getting back to normal. There were not so many empties in the town. Even the hospital was almost empty. So they could be relatively safe on their raids for supplies.

During one of them it was Chibs' and Jax's turn to go out for food and some fertilizers Gemma ordered.

"Are you alright brother?" Jax asked as the gates closed behind them.

"Aye, kid, why?" Filip raised his brow. Jax was his best friend for years now and he saw something was wrong with him.

Jax smirked, relaxed and teasing his friend slightly "Clay's giving you two hard time recently, Chibby, isn't he?"

"Aye, kid, I should talk to him soon" Filip took a drag on his cigarette and nodded "But I don't know if he will even listen to me"

"Come on, brother. From all the people I know you are the best man. If you two love each other you should go for it" Jakson chuckled quietly "Clay will eventually come to terms with it"

"Thank ye, Jackie boy. I needed to hear that" Chibs sighed relieved. Now he had to talk to Clay when they come back home.

They've stopped by the house with a huge garden around. It had to have some fertilizers and if they were lucky enough, some canned food in the basement. Chibs got out of the car and shot an empty who was attracted by the sound of the engine. Another one could be seen through the glass door scratching it in an worthless attempt to get to him and Jax.

"I'll take this one" Teller said as he was slowly approaching the front door. He opened it with one fast move and the empty fell down on the porch. Jax pressed his boot against it's chest and pulled the trigger.

They entered the house together, it was empty and dark, probably no more threat there was. So while Jax was searching for the food in the kitchen and basement, Chibs headed to the back yard to look for what Gemma asked.

He noticed the small shed in the further side of the territory and headed there when he heard a low quiet growl from the right. He turned to the sound the same moment something big knocked him down. It was a dog, but it wasn't alive. Huge doberman was pressing Chibs against the ground, half of it's face rotten, revealing scull bones. But it was moving. They never saw animal empties before but it was probably possible for them to turn after a bite.

While Chibs was trying to push it away, the dog's teeth were only inches away from his face. The dog wasn't barking, it's vocal cords were probably long gone, but it was growling and trying to reach Filip's face or neck. And it almost did, Chibs had to move to raise his gun and teeth brushed against the leather sleeve of his shirt. If he didn't wear this thick leather clothes the dog would bit him. Luckily Telford managed to shoot and pushed the lifeless body away from himself.

"Christ, what a beast" He mumbled, standing up and trying to catch his breath.

"What the hell happened?" Jax heard some noise from outside and came to check on his brother. He froze when he saw the dog on the ground "Was it... the empty?"

"Aye... I didn't know they existed" Chibs was wiping saliva from his sleeve.

The rest of their raid was safe. They were lucky to find some canned food and fertilizers, as well as some new clothes and tools. Chibs and Jax came back home and as there were still some time before their shift, Filip decided it was time to confront Clay about Y/N. He didn't want to wait any longer. Anything could happen in this crazy world, and Chibs didn't want to waste more time.

He found his president in the chapel and knocked before he entered. Clay was looking at him, silent. He knew why Telford came and was waiting for him to talk.

Chibs sat on his chair and looked at Morrow "I know ye don't like what's going on between Y/N and me" He started.

"You are damn right, Chibs. I don't" Clay smirked and it wasn't a good sign, but Filip continued.

"I love her. I really do, and she feels the same way about me. You can't change it by keeping us apart" He never broke the eye contact with president "This world is falling apart. I need every moment we have, Clay. I need her"

"You are twice her age. She can have someone better" Clay shrugged "And she will change her mind if you are not around all the time"

"She loves me, Clay. And I love her. I will keep her safe and I will never hurt her" Chibs sighed. Maybe Clay was right and Y/N could chose someone else. Juice was younger, they might meet some other survivours. But what they had was special and Chibs knew it now. "She won't feel any different if I can't be with her because you keep me away from her"

"I will give it a try, Chibs. I don't like it, so everything will remain the same. Stay away from my daughter" Clay turned away and Filip knew it was no use to continue.

He left the room and headed towards his dorm. Chibs didn't know what to do. He barely had several moments with her in past two weeks and it was killing him. Filip had to find the way to convince Clay, make him change his mind.

In couple of days as it was Chibs' turn to stay on the watchtower, Y/N and Tig were out for supplies again. They needed some baby food for boys. Filip was smoking, gloomily watching the street when he noticed their van coming back. It was too soon and Chibs knew something happened. He climbed down the tower fast to open the gates. The van stopped at the parking and Tig got out of it. Y/N wasn't with him. Filip felt his heart stop, panic slowly consuming him.

"Where..." He whispered, suddenly speachless. He couldn't ask, didn't dare to. Chibs was afraid to hear the answer.

Clay heard the engine and was approaching them fast. He seemed worried as well. "Where is Y/N?" He asked what Chibs couldn't.

"It's Negan" Tig was pale, his hands shaking "He found us... He took her."

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i love sons of anarchy because they are SHALLOW with their references. this is juice he betrays people and tries to hang himself. what do you mean his name sounds like judas

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And you?

Jax Teller & Steve Murphy (SOA x Narcos AU) For the @narcosfandomdiscord October Prompts. Day 22 - Day of Cross-Fandom-Pollination: Create a fanwork that includes at least one Narcos character and at least one character from another fandom.

Summary: Jax & Steve find themselves at two opposite ends of the law but still share some similarities... one of those being their genetics. This is basically brothers fighting <3 Word Count: 601 Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Angsty. Jax being a smug SOB and Steve thinking he's the shit.

A/N: I don't know where I got this idea from and I don't know any of the actual details of if this is in Charming or in Miami or what but.... I just felt like the moral compass within Jax and the moral compass within Steve deserved to be explored in the same moment. Oh and I made them brothers <3

Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @hausofmamadas @ashlingiswriting

Jax was making himself comfortable on the metal cot, a smug smile on his face. His blonde long hair was oily and disheveled while his white t-shirt was dirty and hanging loosely on him, likely from a long night out, one that resulted in his cell of a bedroom for the night. 

“Should we just set a standing appointment?” Steve said as he walked through the doorway to where all the holding cells were. 

“Yea but I know you have that weekly badge shining commitment with your other police pals so I don’t want to interrupt that.” He was moving his arms behind his head in an attempt to relax. 

“Steve looked down at his uniform, it had been a new addition to his life. One that was in the plans for years but nonetheless was new. 

“Another drunk and disorderly charge, huh?” Steve was leaning against the metal bars. The scene of him with his tan police uniform on, coffee in hand as he spoke to his little brother on the other side of the bars. 

“I think you’re forgetting resisting arrest, Deputy Steve.” The last two words were as sarcastic as they could come from a young Jax. 

“Tell me, is this just to get under my skin or do you get pure enjoyment from being in this police station?” 

Jax was quickly moving to stand up, his feet bringing him closer to the bars so he could be face to face with his older brother. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me. Do you get pure enjoyment from being in this police station?” The sentence was spoken at a mocking tone. 

“I’d be careful with how you say things, Jax. I’m not the one behind bars.” Steve’s anger was rising, the wrinkle in his forehead was growing along with the pulsing of the vein there too.

“From where I’m standing, it doesn’t look much different.” Jax’s hand was now peaking over the bars as they lifted in a shrug. “A cell and a cot, a badge and a desk?” 

“We’re completely different.” Steve spoke in a way that was like he was trying to convince himself. 

“In the end Steve, we want the same things, sometimes even have similar ways of getting those things, violence, manipulation…” Jax was so nonchalant in his speaking. “You’re not a good guy, Steve. No matter how much you tell yourself that.” 

“And you?” The words were so quick to fall from his mouth, the anger, the frustration.

Jax smiled at that and just shook his head. “I don’t look in the mirror convincing myself of that. I know what I am, big bro.” 

The tension between the two estranged brothers grew until Steve cleared his throat. 

“Tara posted bail, you’re free to leave.” Steve’s voice was neutral, like they didn’t just have this heated discussion. The cell was opening, Steve stepping aside to let his younger brother walk past him to exit the holding cell and eventually the police station. 

Jax was at the doorway that separated the cells from the rest of the police station. The scum from the heroes, the people beneath the ones above when he stopped. He found the irony in it all, the hypocrisy as well. He looked down at himself and turned to his older brother and spoke words that he knew would hit Steve hard. It was his retaliation for the comment Steve made earlier and a way to combat Steve’s last sentence about being free to leave. The smile on Jax’s face was obsolete now, like he wasn’t going to take joy in the next words out of his mouth

“And you?”

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One Year Later

Chapter 19 of Countdown

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap.

Rocky was putting the finishing touches on her makeup in the bathroom when she heard the creak of the bedroom door. When she neither of her Old Men appeared in the doorway she frowned. "Juan? Kip?" she called as she turned to the door. Getting no response she hesitantly made her way to the door and peeked out.

Looking around she saw no one or anything amiss. Besides, no way anyone would get through Juices security system . Nor would they have made it upstairs without one of the guys being on them. Rocky moved to her closet and dug around for her heels. Once she found them she moved to turn back to her bed.

Out of the corer of her eye she saw a shadow move. Before she could process that she felt an arm wrap around her throat. "Last time this happened " started a deep voice before Rocky sprung into action. Letting out a scream of animalistic proportions she swung her stilettos wildly. Making contact with flesh before she was let go. Tumbling to the floor.

"Damn! Chill ya crazy ass out" demanded the voice as Rocky heard laughter from the hallway. Looking behind her she saw Coco rubbing his head while EZ lay on the floor laughing with Juice and Half-Sack smirking in the hallway.

"I warned you she was still spicy" stated Juice with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"Exactly why I said go by yourself. I wasn't about to get my nose broke again" laughed EZ as Coco glared and flipped them off.

"What if I had had a gun Coco? I could have killed you" demanded Rocky as she hopped off the floor. Coco snorted. "Like how you had a gun and shot yourself in the leg?" he inquired smiling at her as the others laughed.

"Fuck you" muttered Rocky with a smile as she made her way over to hug him.

"I think you have enough guys on your roster don't ya think? Cant be greedy" joked Coco making her punch him in the arm. "You are right though" replied Rocky her eyes dancing with mischief making Coco wary. "I only have so many open holes" she added making him close his eyes as EZ made gagging noises.

"Mija" stated Coco as he shook his head. I love you. But clearly you spent way to much time with me and Angel. The way that shit just flows out of your damn mouth" he muttered as he made his way out the door as the others parted trying to hold back laughter.

SONS Clubhouse

Rockys nineteenth birthday was in full swing. Music was pumping while alcohol flowed and guests danced and chatted the night away.

"She looks happy" stated Bishop as he took a seat next to Jax in the back.

"That she is " chuckled Jax as he glanced over to where Rocky sat on both Juice and Half-Sacks laps as she opened gifts. "Was a time I never thought we would make it to this. Thank you for all you did to help us. Also a time I'd have beat both of their asses. Guess times change" he added as he sipped his beer.

"Glad we could help Jax" replied Bishop as he chuckled. "Juice and Half-Sack are good guys. If I had a daughter or sister interested in two of my members I'd pick them" he added making Jax laugh.

"Too Peace and new beginnings" cheered Bishop as he tilted his bottle to Jax. "To peace and new beginnings" replied Jax as he grinned and clinked his bottle with the older mans.

The End

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