OUTLAW BALLADS AU.

private roleplay. please do not engage or interact. written by 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖊. ❝ you were wild trying to set yourself free ❞

[outlawsonnetsaus]

#  outlawsonnetsaus  : a private  multi-muse  affiliated with svrensounds  —  written and  endured,  but  also  loved  by christie.  featuring the following  pairings  :

destiny  kelly  ⸻  dean kane.

max  sheppard  ⸻  carmen carranza.

nicola  wilder  ⸻  everett fox.

riley  harrison  ⸻  chelsea clayton.

silas  pearce  ⸻  sasha spencer.

[outlawsonnetsaus]

character  ⸺  carmen  carranza  /  @svrensoundsaus location  ⸺  the  anchor,  timber  cove

he  wasn't  a  big  fan  of  the  ocean.  the  sea  was  dark,  twisted,  tormented,  there  was  something  otherworldly  about  it  that  unsettled  the  bleached  blond  that  cheated  death  on  a  regular  basis.  dirt,  trees,  open  spaces,  the  mountains  were  where  max  sheppard  thrived  but  that  didn't  seem  to  matter  when  he  was  tasked  with  a  surveillance  type  of  mission.

some  suspicion  had  arisen  on  the  aces  side  when  it  came  to  shipments  coming  in  and  out  of  the  docks,  so  roman,  his  club  president,  had  suggested  doing  some  recognizance.

after  having  walked  the  seaside  and  the  docks,  poking  in  and  out  of  places,  and  engaging  in  some  conversation  with  a  few  fisherman,  max  wound  up  posting  up  at  a  booth  with  a  view  inside  the  anchor  with  a  beer  and  their  famous  clam  chowder  in  front  of  him.

it  wasn't  much  longer,  his  beer  about  half  down,  when  the  dancer  had  made  her  way  into  the  establishment.  the  motocross  champion  hadn't  looked  at  first  but  that  familiar  sound  of  her  voice  had  drawn  his  attention.  when  his  blue  eyes  landed  on  carmen  he  didn't  shy  or  turn  away,  max  never  cared  if  someone  caught  him  up,  but  when  their  gazes  locked  there  was  a  tick  of  his  head  inviting  her  over.

"long  way  out  for  you,"  he'd  said  at  the  sultry  woman's  arrival,  then  jutted  his  chin  once  for  her  to  take  the  side  opposite  him.  "want  a  beer?  soup's  good  ..."

they'd  never  spoken  much  at  all,  the  outlaw  was  the  quiet  type,  a  man  of  few  words,  and  he  didn't  really  venture  inside  the  rusty  spur  much.  but  they  each  knew  whom  each  other  was.  it'd  be  silly  to  act  like  strangers.  with  sitting  with  him  it'd  look  a  little  better  than  his  venture  about  the  coastal  town.

mostly  he'd  only  seen  carmen  under  nightclub  lighting,  plus  a  few  rare  times  when  she'd  come  to  club  events  at  the  clubhouse,  but  seeing  her  up  close  and  natural  max  found  his  eyes  kept  drawing  to  her.

beautiful.

"don't  tell  me  you're  seein'  a  sailor  or  boat  guy,"  he  lightly  teased,  a  gesture  of  his  head  canting  toward  the  window  where  beyond  it  a  moody  view  of  the  sea  traveled  off  into  the  dark  clouded  horizon.

[svrensoundsaus]

✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 ⸺ silas pearce ( @outlawsonnetsaus ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ let's say a bar again

The bar felt different from the quiet diner she usually worked, a thrum of energy and unspoken danger. The lights were low, the air warm with the scent of spilled beer and leather jackets, and for once, she wasn’t behind a counter taking orders—she was here. She perched on a barstool, short legs swinging slightly, fingers tracing the rim of her half-empty glass as a soft, mischievous smile tugged at her lips.

Her blonde hair fell in loose waves around her face and she caught sight of Silas. The biker from the city she never expected to see here along the coast. The one she’d glimpsed a dozen times at the diner that week, each encounter leaving her heart thumping a little faster, each smirk or nod from him leaving her both nervous and curious.

Tonight, though, she felt brave. Or maybe it was the alcohol loosening her tongue. She leaned slightly closer, letting a playful tilt of her head and a flash of cleavage do half the work, her voice light and teasing as she said, “Fancy seeing you here. Don’t tell me you come to quiet little coastal towns just to drink the beer and eat all their pies?” Her laugh was soft and flirtatious. Secrets clung to her like a shadow, but tonight she let a spark of daring push through.

She waited, watching him, ready to see if he’d bite—or if she’d have to chase him herself. That bravery that night made her fully equipped to do so.

[outlawsonnetsaus]

most  of  the  time  these  long  stints  on  the  road  really  did  him  in.  silas  could  handle  the  wear  and  tear,  charm  the  meets  and  greets,  but  the  loneliness  of  being  away  from  family  and  friends  would  be  doing  him  in  by  the  end  of  a  week  gone.

this  time,  thanks  to  a  nightly  stop  at  a  diner,  the  weight  of  absence  felt  a  little  less.  maybe  it  had  everything  to  do  with  the  blonde  waitress  with  the  soft,  inviting  voice,  and  nothing  to  do  with  the  food.

jeans,  boots,  a  shirt,  and  a  hoodie  all  sat  under  the  kutte  that  announced  to  anyone  that  glanced  at  him  who  he  was  and  where  he  was  from.  but  unlike  the  blonde  with  a  particular  set  of  curves,  everyone  around  these  parts  had  gotten  used  to  him  and  his  brotherhood,  the  varying  passing  throughs  over  the  course  of  time.

sasha.  it  was  caught  on  a  glance  at  her  name  badge  one  of  the  times  earlier  in  the  week  she'd  served  him.  she  was  new,  stood  out  from  the  permanent  fixtures  around  these  parts,  there  was  something  different  about  her.

"maybe  i  like  the  ambiance,"  he  said  back,  voice  deep  and  easy,  as  he  leaned  back  against  the  booth.  "the  scenery,  the  view  ...  is  kind  of  unbeatable,  wouldn't  you  say?"  a  smirk  tugged  at  one  corner  of  his  mouth,  though  there  was  nothing  sly  or  slick  in  his  tone  or  mannerisms.  just  the  charm  of  a  man  most  would  guess  was  from  the  south.

"the  pies?"  the  blond  outlaw's  head  lolled  somewhat  to  the  side,  ocean  eyes  on  her  face  not  her  body.  "they're  not  that  good  here.  unless,"  silas'  brow  lifted  slightly,  "you  know  of  one  i've  been  missing  out  on  and  haven't  tried  yet  ..."

for  a  moment  he  glanced  away  from  her.  the  biker  checked  the  business  of  the  establishment  and  where  the  other  waitstaff  was.  then  when  his  eyes  returned  to  capture  hers,  the  outlaw  smiled  softly.  "you  got  a  break  coming  up?  wanna  join  me?  could  use  the  company."

[svrensoundsaus]

✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 ⸺ nicola wilder ( @outlawsonnetsaus ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ staging house

The porch light flickered once before steadying, casting a soft amber hue across the weathered boards beneath Everett’s boots. He let the door fall shut behind them with a dull thud, the sound oddly intimate in the quiet that followed. The house—their house, for the sake of the operation—looked too cozy for the lie it carried: a couple shacked up together, newly in town, nothing suspicious at all.

Everett raked a hand through his hair, pushing it back behind his ear as his gaze lingered on Nicola. She was unbuttoning her jacket, that damn cool composure she always carried making it harder to breathe. He swallowed thickly, jaw flexing as he tugged the bill of his backwards cap lower.

“Reckon we’re bein’ watched already,” he muttered, the low drawl rasping through his chest. “Best make it look good, huh?”

He dropped his duffel by the couch, the air thick with that tension that had been building for weeks—between stakeouts, tight car rides, and the brush of her hand when passing files. The ATF agent might’ve been all business, but Everett wasn’t blind. Nor was he saintly.

He stepped closer, close enough that the scent of her shampoo hit him—clean, sharp, distracting as hell. “Guess we oughta figure out just how convincin’ we’re gonna be,” he added, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips, though his voice stayed husky and edged with restraint.

And God help him, restraint was runnin’ thin.

[outlawsonnetsaus]

had  it  all  looked  convincing  enough  to  the  neighbors,  especially  a  particular  pair  across  the  street,  when  the  moving  truck  had  appeared  the  week  before  and  loaded  the  house  she'd  just  stepped  into  with  a  little  bit  of  everything  that  would  make  the  lie  of  it  believable.

that  a  loving  couple,  years  into  a  steady  relationship,  were  now  shaking  up?

the  carryon  sized  roller  suitcase  glided  to  a  stop  next  to  the  staircase  and  the  brunette  had  mindlessly  began  with  the  buttons  of  her  jacket.  long,  dark  hair  flicked  over  her  shoulder  as  dark  eyes  glanced  back  to  the  voice  that  seemed  to  reverberate  through  her  sounded  behind  as  the  deputy  made  his  way  into  the  house  behind  her.

when  she'd  turned  to  fully  view  her  partner,  lower  half  somewhat  snug  in  the  pair  of  wranglers  he'd  strapped  himself  in,  the  deputy  was  fixing  his  ball  cap.  playing  hide  and  seek  with  that  luscious  head  of  long  hair  underneath.

"you  were  engaged  before,  right?"  back  when  she  was  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  law,  she  thought  she  remembered  that  little  detail.  they'd  been  rather  impersonal  in  the  months  they'd  crossed  paths  as  law  enforcement  officials,  but  she'd  still  been  a  woman.  with  eyes.  and  a  lonely  heart,  coupled  with  lots  of  frustration  she  had  no  outlet  to  release  it  with.  "maybe  make  it  as  convincing  as  when  you'd  moved  in  together."

the  comments  hadn't  been  to  sting.  nicola  had  taken  a  step  and  shifted  closer  to  everett  as  he  closed  more  distance  with  her.  this  was  an  awkward  situation  so  the  agent  had  gone  for  the  first  comparable.  of  course  the  brunette  would've  loved  to  get  carnal  with  the  deputy  before  but  now  there  was  something  scripted  about  it  and  that  threw  everything  off.

without  turning  her  head  and  as  her  feet  inched  her  closer  to  her  fake  boyfriend?  fiancé?  nicola's  eyes  cut  toward  the  window.  the  blinds  were  wide  open  and  they  were  in  full  view.  the  agent's  jacket  was  off  and  draped  over  the  banister  behind  her  leaving  the  brunette  in  a  fitted  black  top  and  jeans.

the  scent  of  him,  the  deep  rasp  of  his  voice,  and  the  exhilaration  of  their  need  to  put  on  some  sort  of  show  made  something  flutter  low  in  her  belly.  nicola's  hand  reached  out  and  gripped  everett's  shirt,  pulling  him  to  her  until  their  bodies  collided.

"i  guess  you  better  kiss  me  like  you're  about  to  christen  this  whole  house  with  me  ..."

[svrensoundsaus]

✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 ⸺ destiny kelly ( @outlawsonnetsaus ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ the bar teenie works

Dean leaned back in his chair, the legs of it creaking beneath his weight as another dart thudded against the board — just off center. A low grunt left him, followed by a half-hearted curse that earned him a laugh from the boys. Smoke curled from the cigarette hanging out of his mouth, fogging the edge of his vision where that wild mess of hair already half-obscured one eye. He’d had enough whiskey to feel the warmth in his veins but not enough to dull the itch crawling under his skin. The kind that told him he was wasting time sitting here when what he really wanted wasn’t a game of darts.

His gaze drifted to the bar, found her easily. Destiny — or Teenie, as everyone called her — moving behind the counter with that quick rhythm, a little bounce in her step even though the night had stretched long. She laughed at something a customer said, brushing a strand of dark hair from her cheek, and that was it. Dean pushed back from the table, the chair scraping against the concrete floor.

“Where the hell you goin’, Kane?” someone called.

He only smirked, tossing a dart over his shoulder that hit dead center this time. “Gonna steal a drink that’s worth my time.”

By the time he reached the bar, the noise of the room dimmed. His hand landed on the counter beside her, the corner of his mouth tugging up.

“Clock out, Teenie. I’m buyin’ you one that ain’t served from behind this bar.”

[outlawsonnetsaus]

somehow,  despite  the  years  of  knowing  him,  from  working  the  bar  to  the  time  when  life  had  drawn  her  even  closer  by  being  a  biker's  girl,  the  shine  and  allure  of  dean  kane  hadn't  dissipated.

of  course  when  she'd  been  with  cruz  she  hadn't  looked  outward,  but  in  the  two  years  long  absence  now  her  attention  had  drifted  back  the  big  and  wild  outlaw.  everything  about  him  had  always  screamed  rebellion  ⸻  mostly  because  of  that  devil  may  care  attitude,  but  it  also  had  something  to  do  with  that  long  hair  and  swagger.

the  thing  she'd  longed  for  most  was  a  break  from  her  life,  from  the  normalcy  and  mundaneness  of  it.  not  that  her  life  was  exactly  typical  given  her  situation,  it  was  just  all  so  routine  now  ...  without  any  straying  to  make  her  feel  alive  or  any  sort  of  excitement  anymore.

not  since,  well,  you  know.

whatever  he  made  her  feel  when  he  was  in  the  vicinity  teenie  was  able  to  manage,  she  didn't  even  steal  glances  anymore  the  way  she'd  used  to  when  she  was  years  younger.  it  was  something  when  dean  kane  looked  at  her  though,  because  he  was  someone  that  had  actually  given  her  the  time  of  day  but  also  eyed  her  like  he  wanted  a  piece  of  her.

unabashedly  so,  at  that,  about  it,  too.

the  hand  landing  on  the  counter  beside  her  startled  her  and  teenie  jumped  a  little  and  then  looked  up  at  dean  with  wide  eyes.  she  laughed  it  off  a  second  later,  hand  to  chest,  and  turned  to  serve  him  her  full  attention.

"you  know  it  doesn't  work  like  that,  right?"  brow  cocked,  smirk  shaping  her  full  lips,  "last  i  checked  you  don't  own  this  bar."

a  hip  leaned  against  the  counter  and  her  hand  rested  on  the  bar  top  near  his  before  she  joked,  "if  you  want  me  you  just  might  have  to  kidnap  me."

[svrensoundsaus]

✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 ⸺  riley harrison ( @outlawsonnetsaus ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ riley's front door

Chelsea leaned a hip against the doorframe, one hand balancing a six-pack of beer that was already beading with condensation from the chill evening air. Dusk had just started to melt across the street behind her, the flicker from the street lamp still faintly catching in the gold of her hair. Her short denim skirt stopped well above her knees, and though she’d thrown on a black sweater for warmth, it only made the soft curve of her chest seem all the more deliberate.

When the door cracked open, her smile was immediate—sly and sugar-sweet.

“Well, look at that,” she drawled, voice husky from too many smoky nights at the Spur. “The city’s most righteous man actually lives like he’s human. I was starting to think you slept in that badge.”

She lifted the six-pack in offering, eyes accented with soft smudged liner and glinting with that brand of mischief she was known for. “Thought you could use a drink.” A beat, a shrug that made her hair spill over one shoulder. “Or maybe a bribe.”

There was a dare in her tone—one that said she wasn’t just there to talk the business Roman Kane tasked her with. This was curiosity. Temptation wrapped in denim and confidence, toeing the line she’d been warned not to cross.

“Mind if I come in, detective?”

[outlawsonnetsaus]

the  tv  was  on  with  the  background  noise  of  sneakers  squeaking  on  a  shiny  surface,  riley  had  no  idea  what  the  basketball  score  was,  the  vice  detective  was  laid  back  into  the  cushions  of  his  sofa  with  an  open  file  spread  over  his  legs.  an  empty  bottle  of  something  cheap  he'd  picked  up  at  the  liquor  store  on  his  way  home  earlier  sat  on  the  end  table.

when  the  door  sounded  with  company  on  his  step  his  hardened  blue  eyes  only  glanced  in  that  direction.  suspicion  and  something  immovable  had  him  stare,  maybe  with  some  sliver  of  hope  that  whomever  it  was  awaiting  his  answer  would  go  away.  it  was  late  for  a  solicitor,  so  it  was  the  probability  it  was  one  of  his  neighbors  in  need  of  something  that  had  riley  groan  as  he  pulled  himself  from  the  couch.

"the  badge  makes  me  less  human?"  the  question  came  without  an  ounce  of  amusement  as  his  gaze  moved  up  and  down  the  blonde  dancer.  it'd  been  a  mistake  letting  her  know  where  he  lived.

"it's  cute  that  curiosity  killed  the  cat  and  you  just  had  to  come  over  here  and  find  out  for  yourself,"  he  breathed  a  sigh  out  through  his  nose  and  his  head  slightly  shook  with  disappointment,  "you're  a  little  early  ...  it's  not  quite  my  bedtime  yet."

ocean  eyes  took  in  the  six  pack  she'd  brought  as  a  gift  then  dipped  to  the  skirt  that  bared  her  tanned  legs.  his  gaze  crawled  up  her  curves  and  her  casualness  had  him  intrigued.  "as  opposed  to  me  going  to  the  spur  where  you  work  ...  ?"  where  there  was  a  full  bar  he  could  grab  a  drink  from,  or  the  fridge  he'd  just  restocked.

"a  bribe?"  brow  raised,  curiosity  piqued,  riley  thought  it  over.  "you  need  much  better  beer  to  get  anywhere  with  that.  is  the  beer  the  bribe  or  just  to  get  you  in  the  door?"  as  he  asked  though  he  stepped  back  and  let  the  blonde  in.

it  was  cold  out.  that's  what  he'd  told  himself  was  the  reason  for  letting  the  dancer  into  his  personal  space.  "you're  not  staying  long  so  don't  make  yourself  at  home,"  he  said  after  he  shut  the  door  and  made  his  way  to  the  living  room  so  he  could  mute  the  tv.

"if  anything  the  clock's  ticking  so  ...  get  to  what  you're  here  for."

[svrensoundsaus]

✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 ⸺ cassidy clayton ( @outlawsonnetsaus ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ clayton ranch, cassidy's cottage

The rumble of Justin’s bike broke the quiet of the ranch road long before he came into view. Dust kicked up behind the black Harley as he slowed near the white-fenced stretch marking Clayton territory—territory he wasn’t exactly welcome on, not wearing the Ace’s patch across his back. He killed the engine outside Cassidy’s place, the silence that followed almost too loud after the roar.

He swung a leg off the bike, leather creaking with the movement, and stood there for a beat. The evening sun was sinking low, setting the fields on fire with gold, and he could see her silhouette moving past the window. That image alone did something to him he didn’t want to put a name to.

Justin tugged off his gloves, flexing tattooed fingers, then brushed a hand over the back of his neck. The kiss still burned there in the space between memory and temptation—her lips soft, the taste of whiskey and something he shouldn’t want so damn bad. He told himself he was just checking in, making sure she was all right, like he had been doing for months now. Like a friend would.

But friends didn’t think about another man’s widow the way he did.

He stepped up to the porch, heavy boots thudding against the wood, and called out in that gravel-rough voice that always gave away more than he intended. “C'mon, Clayton. I can hear you moving 'round in there. Let me in before the sworn enemy gets their ass shot out here. It's also cold as fuck out.” He drawled.

He lingered there, hands shoved into his pockets, waiting for her to open the door—and maybe, unintentionally, open something else too.

[outlawsonnetsaus]

the  sound  of  a  harley  was  unique,  especially  in  the  quiet  of  the  country,  and  one  that  she'd  never  forget.  once  upon  a  time,  way  too  young  and  naive,  cassidy  had  run  off  with  a  man  that  was  everything  her  family  wasn't.  danger  and  excitement  wrapped  into  one  gift.  the  blonde  had  paid  the  price  though  for  not  listening  to  her  wise  and  all  powerful  old  man,  and  sometimes  that  roar  reminded  cassidy  the  things  she'd  endured  to  make  it  back  home.

despite  the  difficult  memories,  the  diner  owner  couldn't  fully  despise  the  sound  of  those  machines  or  the  way  a  particular  harley's  tires  sounded  over  the  gravel  of  the  long  drive  to  her  front  door.  mainly  because  justin's  kiss  still  burned  on  her  lips.

a  peek  through  the  curtain  confirmed  that  it  was  indeed  the  vice  president  of  the  aces  &  eights  that  her  late  husband  had  belonged  to.  over  the  course  of  her  relationship  with  ray  she'd  always  noticed  looks  from  the  man  who  had  a  father  that  worked  alongside  her  own.  they'd  both  run  from  the  law  abiding  life,  but  he  thrived  whereas  the  blonde  had  been  punished  for  it.

what  always  tickled  in  the  back  of  her  mind  was  her  curiosity  if  justin  was  interested  in  how  they'd  both  wound  up  where  they'd  had,  or  if  it  were  attraction.  after  the  first  time  ray  had  laid  a  hand  on  her  the  loyalty  in  her  began  to  fade,  cassidy  had  begun  to  look  toward  other  men.  maybe  for  help,  for  rescue,  and  possibly  of  wonder  if  they  were  any  better.

"you  know,"  cassidy  began  after  opening  her  front  door,  the  sound  of  his  ominous  boots  over  the  wood  porch  followed  by  his  voice  had  brought  her  near,  "you  could  actually  knock  rather  than  yell  through  the  wall."  her  gaze  moved  over  his  handsome  face,  the  smile  sitting  on  her  lips  small  but  hopeful.  "that  leather  aught  to  be  keeping  you  plenty  warm,"  the  blonde  winked.

unbeknownst  to  her,  the  reasons  why,  the  aces  vp  had  started  coming  around.  checking  in  on  her.  so  justin  claims.  yet  there  was  a  whiskey  fueled  kiss  they'd  been  dancing  around  for  months.  cassidy  wondered  if  he'd  ever  follow  it  up,  or  if  he  was  hoping  she'd  forget  it  ever  happened.

"c'mon,"  she  ticked  her  head,  inviting  the  outlaw  in  as  she  stepped  back  and  opened  the  door  wider.  "i  don't  have  any  booze  but  i  can  get  you  a  coffee  or  something,"  the  lawman's  daughter  informed  and  closed  the  door  behind  justin.  "you  hungry?"  there  was  a  glance  over  her  shoulder  as  she  began  for  her  kitchen,  a  home  and  a  space  that  he  was  by  now  familiar  with.  "make  yourself  at  home."

it  was  scary  how  good  trouble  looked  to  her  once  again.

[ratcarney]

there HAS to be a reason for this