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Jax Teller + sass

#jax is nate #i'm not sorry #idec that it's adrian's face #IT'S NATE #&& * ( ! MUSINGS. )

habiiits:

The surprise wasn’t that Hades had had more than one run-in with the Men and more than enough bad blood, but that one or any of their members had shown up to the memorial at all. From what he knew of them, they were criminals, scum with no remorse for the pain they caused and that was where the problem lie. With no remorse there was no humanity, and there was nothing Hades respected less. ‘ Forgive me if I find that hard to believe. ’

A scoff fell from lips in the form of a puff of smoke as toffee irises looked over the familiar face. “Hadrian, what a fuckin’ pleasure.” His tone peppered with sarcasm, bled with bitterness. The younger male was one of the men whose name wasn’t a thing of beauty to the club, but Beckett’s tolerance with the Men was what held the gang back from acting on their loathing.

“Your preconceived ideas of us aren’t the only thing you need forgivin’ for, are they?”

#all the mom/hadrian angst pls #convo #convo: hadrian #habiiits

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It was only expected that they would employ the police for an event like this, however detectives weren’t usually on those rosters. Why Amalie was here? Simple after her runaway stint, Lauren told her if she wanted to keep her job she would do some community work, Amalie had planned to ditch that completely but after Lauren hadn’t taken no for an answer and while she wouldn’t admit it she had a strange form of attachment to this town and all the things it had brought her, both good and bad.

Directing people had been her biggest challenge of the day, Amalie Black and public interaction didn’t exactly go well. Lauren was quick to realize that and instead sent her to check up on the guest that had ‘surprised’ to put it kindly the rest of the town folk. Amalie had nothing against bikers, hell she could relate to some of their codes. A patch for them was like black blood to her, making her way over to what she could make was the vice president, considering it said it on his vest, Amalie watched every biker turn to watch her approach. She didn’t know if it was precautionary or simple observation, the brunette didn’t mind it as she stood before him now.

“You have as much right to this as any of the people around her.” The Swedish accent bled through as she answered him, Lauren had told her to make sure nothing troublesome happened from this group and while Amalie was no baby sitter she agreed to do it, one look at this man though assured her this was going to be the easiest job she ever had. “Don’t take offense, but my boss wants me to make sure this goes over easy, for everyone involved.” Her words weren’t a warning but an understanding, she knew that they didn’t seek to hurt any of these people not directly at least but made sure that they understood threat or not the people here did shiver at the sight of some of them.

When toffee orbs floated to meet the face of the figure, to his surprise it was a brunette vixen with not an ounce of fear or angst coating her foreign features. Her badge visible, even amidst the dimly lit beach, that damn silver glistened brighter than any gun the Men of Mayhem owned. With her title came the eyes of the other members, each man who wore a patch turning in that moment, no matter their current poison on the litter invested beach, to watch for her next move.

Nate included, his coffee irises observing closely, just waiting for the moment the invitation was suddenly changed to ‘All Jupiter residents, minus bikers’, but to his shock it was quite the opposite. The accent that left plump lips coated words that weren’t of bitterness or disapproval, but layered with a hint of understanding, as though she knew that problematic families had hearts, ha a code. “Cheers, Black.” Quick to catch the name of the officer, not wanting to slip a ‘darlin’’ or ‘babe’ just yet, pet names might reverse the slither hospitality offered.

“Sounds like you and I are both playin’ for the same team.” Words spinning through rings of smoke as Ashby took another puff. “But who the hell is goin’ to believe a bunch of bikers wanna catch the guy who’s causin’ more fuckin’ anarchy than them as much as the good little coppers do, aye?” A raise of brows followed, Jupiter was their town after all and no one was to pollute it with chaos but them.

#proud of you amy baby #trying to be social #convo #convo: amalie #brxvehexrt

Residents laid eyes on the Men of Mayhem patch and scattered like bugs, the leather patch on his back was no exception to this act. While their actions were questionable, they were something of a vigilante, wanting nothing more than to protect their community, their little town. But for many, they were just a pack of criminals who wore leather and rode bikes. What a misconception.

Regardless this night wasn’t able the vice president, it wasn’t about his club, it was able the fallen figures of their nation, Lilith included. Sweet Lilith, president Cormier’s beloved, Tilly and Harri’s mother. Of course the formal funeral was years ago, but this was about remembering. Standing on the shore of the ocean, the smell of salt and smoke filling his nostrils as he lit a cigarette, toffee-stained orbs catching someone approaching, without looking to see who he or she was, his tobacco-stained lips parted. “Look, we ain’t here to cause any trouble.”

We, being his club, the line one that left his lips more often than not, reminding citizens that they were on their side was a regular occurrence for the vice president.

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ofthcrns:

When Tilly told her father she would be leaving with Nate, it was met without a second thought. Of course she was going, she had to help take care of the little babe. Originally the transition from her father’s home had been a tad difficult for the man to accept, only because he would miss his girl, the first few month after Jimmy’s birth, the redhead was a busy bee. Taking care of the child all day and afternoon, working all night until the sun was rising, when she came to her father’s home Harri was getting ready for school and Tilly was making sure she had a stomach full and cash in hand, the rest of her day had been spent cleaning up after her father and Harri. Washing clothes and cooking meals, changing bedsheets and throwing out spoiled leftovers. She had been a machine, hardly anymore than an hour or two of sleep, taking after the men in the club house as well, always making sure everything was stocked, everyone was fed.

It didn’t take the woman long to realize that without her, this club might have gone down hill. Grown men could be accounted for violence and brotherhood, they however couldn’t be counted on feeding themselves actual meals and keeping their clothes clean. As she kissed her father goodnight, Tilly looked at him well, his face always telling her if there was a need to worry. Sometimes when he had an important choice to make, her confided in his daughter over midnight breakfast, asking her to love him no matter what. The redhead always promised she would, Tilly would love him until the end of time. Tilly would love him even if meant never telling Nate how she felt, love him even if she could never allow herself to kiss him, to touch him, to love him no matter how much her heart told her she did.

“’Course, no bikes for you yet right darlin’?” Her smile bright as she returned to him after he farewells, taking the sweet boy into her arms. The boy cooed at her and repeated her name in the most magical sound she had ever heard, as she strapped him into his seat, the redhead kissed him repeatedly, missing him every time she wasn’t around him. Soon enough they were back at Nate’s home, in a way Tilly’s home since the birth of Jimmy. As soon as she had pulled up, the redhead could hear the boy’s yawns, oh yeah he was ready for a bottle and his crib. Once fed, Tilly rocked him, her sweet lullaby singing voice carried as they turned to see his father against the doorframe, exhaustion in his eyes and yet there still that spark of admiration she always saw whenever he took a glance at her. A silent surge of joy it brought her, knowing that she wasn’t alone in this, that he saw her, he saw her and admired what he saw.

“Goodnight Daddy…” Tilly whispered in return for the child and then found that charming smile again, of course Tilly Cormier was a miracle, a walking god sent. A soft short giggle escaped her as she raised her shoulders with her response, “And don’t you forget it, Ashby.” As the child completely dozed off in her arms, the woman turned away from his father to place him in his bed, tucking the angel away as her song ended, kissing his forehead and wishing him sweet dreams.

“How could I forget you, darlin’?” His thoughts had slipped through his lips. Watching the red-haired goddess hum sweet lullabies, smother his son with a mother figure, protect him like he was her ow blood and bones, Nate couldn’t help but drift into thought. Thought of life without Tilly, the dark-haired boy in his cot had no chance, no mother, no father. Placing a soft kiss on Jimmy’s porcelain forehead, Nate exited his sons room, closing the door gently behind him, not wanting to wake the angel from his slumber.

“I can never get him to sleep that quick and when I do, he wakes up half an hour later.” Accent rich, husky as brunette brows plucked upwards as the prince of mayhem opened the snow white refrigerator. Fingers curled around a bottle of chilled beer, popping off the cap, he raised the rim to tender lips. Almond hues fixated on the red-haired vixen, the embodiment of an old lady that every damn club member thirsted after, the angel that had taken Jimmy under her wings.

“What’s your poison, babe?” His own wasn’t the beer cradled in his hand, not a glass of whisky nor bourbon, but the woman before him. Wanting nothing more than to indulge on her, every inch and curve of her body. It was a challenge in itself, she was carved from gold with hues like diamonds, a woman who was not easily woo’ed, she knew her worth and Nate would spend the rest of his anarchy-filled life proving that he was worthy of such a goddess.

#convo #convo: matilda #ofthcrns

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Old Number Seven

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Her stride was casual as she furthered herself towards the club house, passing bikes are bikes, having ridden on them all. To an outsider it would look like a goddess strutting into oil and trouble, in some way it was, but to Tilly it was a walk of familiarity, her very first steps taken on this landmark, everything Tilly Cormier was had been made in this place. Every scrape from running into her daddy’s arms, the first she had gotten herself covered in oil much to her mother’s dismay as the white dresses were never the same, this place was more holy to her than any church would ever be. Sure her mother would sometimes pull Tilly along on Sundays but Tilly found her altar between the bikes and the booze cabinet, had prayed not to the heavenly father but to her father than in her eyes had always been the true king.

It was a godless way to live, or at least that’s what the people of this town would say. Matilda had never been more touched by the spirit then when her heels found the club’s pavement, never felt closer to a higher power than in this instant, in this place. As she released her hair from the tight pony tail, Tilly came face to face with a pair of boys who had more than a special place in her heart. It was just the sight of them that pulled the most brilliant smile from her very soul, as the fire-like curls cascaded around her face, Tilly instantly felt her arms open for the sweet child in his arms.

There was this unexplainable yearning whenever she saw the angel, a deep almost unbearable ache in her chest until the little babe was resting against it. Then there was his father, that by her own father’s definition was the greatest man in this town, a man her father had not known would steal his daughter’s heart in his lone wolf stride, how the very first glance he had dropped her way had sealed an unspoken fate between them. Sure most girls were taught to be unable to spot admiration or how a man would devote himself to her in a second, other girls had been taught to make themselves so small they became clueless to their own beauty and most of all their own divinity, Cormier girls hadn’t. Tilly’s daddy had made sure his daughters knew they were the goddess on this sinful earth, that the sun rose and fell for them, most of all that they would always be too good for any man, no matter how great he had been a second ago up until related back to his daughter.

So when Tilly caught that look in Nate’s eyes, the one that told her even in this waitress get up, she was still stealing the show. By the time his lame excuses had made their way to her ears, her arms weren’t her arms anymore but home to the softness of the life he had made, her eyes bright for his boy, knowing for him. He didn’t need to make up excuses about her All Star cooking skills or how the club needed him early, while they both might’ve been true they didn’t matter, underneath his words was his tone, was the small pocket of understanding only they both possessed, almost like a secret channel. He didn’t want her to come home with him because he wanted her to make him breakfast, he wanted her to be his breakfast. No sugar coating needed.

“Is that true Jimmy?” The redhead cooed the boy as she kissed his small nose, he smelled like baby power and his father’s cologne. There was an exchange of glances between herself and the child that said a novel worth of understand, however no words were spoken.

“Breakfast at the Ashby’s it is then, let me just say goodbye to my daddy, Darlin’.” Tilly spoke as she approached him then, slowly she leaned into him, a soft lingering kiss upon his cheek, his child fidgeting in her arms. Pulling back to look into his eyes, Tilly held out the boy to him, her father had a strict goodnight policy, if you hadn’t kicked the bucket yet you came to say goodnight. It was the rule.

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He should not have harvested the attraction, the admiration, the adoration he did for her. Hell, she was the embodiment of every members dream old lady. Fierce, devoted, motherly, but of course whenever a brother dared to comment on it, they were met with an icy glare from Ray. His daughters were his goddamn sunshine, the lights that made the anarchy bearable, justifiable.

Nate respected Ray more than a boy did his biological father, the man who Nate had first approached when met with the news his ex was pregnant, met with the news he would be a father. It was Ray who drove to the cheap motel to pick Nate out of a puddle of liquor and cigarettes to tell him to evolve into the man a kid needed, evolve into the father he had been to the prospects of the club for previous years.

It was for that reason that Nate hadn’t acted on his desire for the daughter of the President Cormier. He would take a bullet for her, kill for her, crack a man’s skull, she was the strawberry darling that nursed Jimmy as a newborn. The mother that soothed his cries, fed his little tummy and gave him the love his biological mother wasn’t capable of. Tilly made being a single father easy, made Nate question why turning his back on Jimmy was ever an option.

Given there were the nights were Jimmy’s cries were drowned out by the screaming of Tilly and Nate, she had her fathers temper, never backing down from an argument, reminding you that she was the best damn thing to walk into your life. But mostly, he was met with the nights he’d kiss his boys forehead and watch as Tilly would tuck the sleeping bundle into bed, he could swear it was those moments that made him fall for her. Those moments where he’d fight the craving to grab her waist, taste her lips, whisper sweet nothings into her ears.

But the club came first, respecting Ray came first, he would have to learn to bite his tongue and seal his lips no matter how much they wanted to be between her thighs. Leaning against one of the few pool tables, the VP’s lips twisted in their usual half-smile as Jimmy’s toffee eyes lit up as he nodded his tiny head at the woman Nate would dare call his mother. Her value in family illustrated again and again, Ray calling out to ‘take care of his girl’, a reminder that Tilly belonged to no man but her dad. “Will do, Pres.” Nate acknowledge, a wave of a hand in return.

“You mind takin’ the kid in the car? I’ll follow on my bike.” Spoken after a small ruffle of Jimmy’s brunette locks. Tilly wasn’t dumb, hell, she was the smartest woman he knew, she was aware that Nate held a flame for her, but her failure to turn down his pathetic excuses for her company allowed Nate to indulge on the idea that his heart wasn’t the only one in this.

The trip was short, goggles, helmet and the cut on his back reminding the townsfolk who he was, who the Men of Mayhem are. Returning to the house where Jimmy was conceived, where Tilly had helped raise the baby into the boy he is, Nate locked up his Harley and gave Jimmy a kiss. “Night buddy.” Body against the door frame, light in his chocolate irises watching the beauty queen with his boy. “Thanks for this, babe. Really, you’re a damn miracle.”

#convo #convo: matilda #ofthcrns

“C’mon little guy.” His voice bled through the garage of the club house, only moments later to see a mop of brunette curls appear from behind Ray’s bike, Jimmy’s tiny legs sprinting to meet his dads arms. “We’re good for tonight lads?” Lifting the toddler up whose slender fingers instantly clutched onto the VP’s ‘Vice President’ patch, Nate double-checked with the handful of members present in the garage, only to receive a ‘go home with your boy’ in return.

He was a father first, the club knew that, but the toddler perched on his hip didn’t stop him from taking pride in the cut on his chest, the one that placed him a step behind Ray, several in front of his other brothers. Regardless, tonight was a simple task, finalising the gun deal with the Mexicans, nothing the club couldn’t handle without their VP present.

Wondering back inside the club house, it didn’t take long for Jimmy to wriggle out of his fathers grip when he caught sight of the strawberry blonde beauty queen. “Tilly!” The nearly four-year was gone with that, Nate’s own hues sparkling at the sight and his tobacco-stained lips pulling themselves into a grin. “Work never ends for you, babe.” A simple comment slipped through tender lips as he inched closer to the vixen.

“Since the guys are givin’ me the night off, I have to have an early start tomorrow to take the mornin’ work. I was hopin’ you wouldn’t mind comin’ back with me and Jimmy tonight, you know, I don’t want him to have to wake up at dawn for me and you know how he adores you and your cookin’ darlin’. No one makes breakfast quite like Tilly Cormier.”