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Which Son should I write now? :)

It’s complicated.

Imagine you’re in a poly-amorous relationship with Chibs and Tig.

The bird were chirping outside your window, which made this whole new day already positive; you could also hear the faint sound of the train, but you were too used to it by now. There were some days you couldn’t ever hear it. Your eyes remained closed as you took a deep breath, ready to start the day, but playing by the rules, you had something to do first.

You rolled on your back, bumping to broad chest making you smile as you could recognize the smell of whisky and cigarettes. “Good morning...” you whispered as you opened your eyes to find Filip there, already smiling and looking at you. He leaned closer, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. You sighed happily and grabbed his scarred cheeks, only to lean forward and kiss him slowly on the lips.

“Morning, lass...” He said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking at the ceiling. Seconds went by before he got up and started fixing himself up, looking around for clean shirts and socks, in need to be soon at TM. You covered your barely there pj’s and sat on the bed, looking at your old man fix himself, but already looking beautiful and glorious as the morning. Yet, the sound of the shower turned off and made you look directly at the bathroom, your smile only growing wider.

Tig Trager, all brilliant blue eyes and wild black hair, dripping water with a towel around his waist, smiling at you as well, after nodding Filip. “G’morning baby.” He said leaning closer and pecking your lips as Chibs placed his collar on himself. Slowly he turned around and patted Tig shoulder, calling his attention.

“Brother, meet you at the breakfast table.”

“Sure, we’ll ride together. Let me get some pants.” The Scottish man nodded and walked outside not without winking at your direction, making you lean on your back against the frame of the bed and smile for yourself as Tig dressed up in front of you.

This was an odd situation and you were aware of the stares you got from people in Charming, and even from in the club. When this adventure started 6 years ago, the comments didn't wait, sponsored by Gemma Teller, and other Sons of course. It was a wild ride, and you questioned yourself so many times: Are we mature enough to have a poly relationship? The answer was no. Of course not. Men were territorial, men wanted things, people, feelings for themselves, men took no shit; most important Sons took no shit and you found yourself in love with two Sons, two brothers at the same damn time.

Jesus, (Y/N). Were you out of your mind?

You were a ball of nerves the afternoon you decided to break things to the guys. After a wild and long half a year fighting each other to win your attention over you asked them to come over to your house, the same day, the same time. As they arrived they were received with the several gifts they sent over the past 6 months: baked goods, clothes (leather clothes), guns, buzz, piercings, boots that didn’t fit you, the most smelly weed they could find, even some speed, everything they knew as romantic. Everything they related to a good life.

Eventually, you got them both to sit down in front of you, and they looked like same-age brothers, stubborn and angry at each other. Tig sat down on the arm of the couch and Chibs sat down on the twin couch in front of him. “Speak up, doll.” Chibs said, lighting a cigarette.

“Don’t talk to her like that, man.”

And there they were. Fighting again, you closed your eyes, waiting for this stupid little fight to be over and when you opened and they asked who were you choosing, both of their hearts hanging on a rope, you could finally speak up.

“Both.”

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“I choose both.” They look at each other for a moment, and smiled softly and 6 years later, there you were.

Normal people will choose one guy, or walk away from both of them, trying to find another love, something that looked and felt like them but you were no normal. You longed for things you couldn’t find in any other man but them two who slept next to you, who showered you with kisses and hugs and protection and love, and you could have them both and you were a wicked family not everyone understood, and sometimes you even felt dirty, unable to shake away the thoughts you made yourself, but at the end of the day you had the best of them just for you.

You belonged to both of them and at the same time you belonged to one in particular.

Chibs. Old, whisky-smelling, lovely salt and pepper goatie, sexy in his own way, a calm heart in the middle of the storm, no one could hurt you when Chibs was around and even you were bleeding out your guts, he would look at you and whisper a soft “Relax” and you would be purring like a kitten. He made you think better, spand your mind. He made you human and he also made you strong; there was nothing you loved more than catching Chibs reading on the couch, glasses at his mid nose, looking ancient, looking wise, portraying everything he was. You would crawl on his lap and he would caress your hair, kissing your temple. Chibs was your home, a place you could go when being human was too damn real.

And right now you were looking at him while spooning his coffee as he cleaned his gun in a quick attempt to do what he was supposed to do last night, but they both arrived too late and they were tired and only wanted a bed with their beautiful woman. You smiled as you placed the hot smoking cup on the kitchen bar and made another one, because Tig was still upstairs of course.

Being in love with Tig was a wild ride, beginning to an end. Thing with Tig is that you could see right through him, like his blue eyes weren’t actually eyes but windows that allowed you and anyone close to look at his real feelings. He was a kind soul, he had blood for real. He was a loving father, a loving brother, a loving husband as well. You didn’t need any paper for the city hall to recognize that you were head over heels for two man and that you knew how to make it work and Tig knew that too. You could spend endless afternoons sitting next to him, talking about life as he made you laugh with every little story he had to share; of course sometimes he would recognize that he was being too transparent and he would drop a sex joke or two, just to let you know he was still a man, still a dog, but you knew, deep down inside of you that you knew Alexander Trager, that you felt Alexander Trager and that he loved you and trusted you enough. Trust his feelings.

As you poured another coffee cup Tig came downstairs, putting his kutte on. He smiled at Chibs and then at you. “Hey...” you said walking towards him and handing him his cup of coffee which he drank in one gulp almost. “You two be careful. I want you back home.”

“Don’t worry, lass.” Chibs said, smirking. “We’re good boys.”

“Yeah, If they kill Chibs, you still have another husband.” You rolled your eyes as Chibs bumped Tig ending up in Tig hugging Chibs back as they headed for the door.

“Catch you tonight.” You said walking closer and pecking both of their lips in an innocent kiss. “I love you”

“We love you too...” They said as they went through the door. Minutes later you could hear the pair of dynas running away and into TM. You looked around your house hugging yourself and leaning on the closed door behind you.

People could judge you, but what did they knew? Did they knew about the forehead kissed Chibs gave you? And they way walking down the streets with Tig made your heart jump with joy? Did they knew that you worked hard on confidence and self esteem to give this thing a try? your marriage a try? They didn’t, so they judged instead. It was complicated, but It was a good life for you, and it was a good life for your husbands.

For both of them.

#chibs telford #tig trager #sons of anarchy one shot #sons of anarchy imagine #SAMCRO

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Sorry, fanfic are those stories that you create based on something, as I am new here I wanted to read from the beginning. :)

Honey, I know what Fanfics are. I was asking which one you meant

Mysteries behind the she wolf

She Wolf sequel Happy centered!

Before you knew it you had moved into the SAMCRO clubhouse again. It was like a Holiday everyday, with so many people surrounding you and so much noise in the house. It made you feel good, like you weren’t completely alone.

After a long talk with Clay, you both came to terms of what was going on with you from now on. You were known as the first female Son in the history of the MC. So you were excited when you placed the Prospect kutte on you and you were even excited about paying Bobby the first $75 dlls. You knew now that you would never walk alone anymore.

Everyone took you in quite good, since you were no stranger. It was hard having a girl as a Son now, and you had to break a few rules but there you were, staring your years as a Prospect and doing a good job at it. You had to talk to Gemma, too, explain the whole business, and while she remained still and mad at you for a few days, now it was like the good old days. A big happy family.

The morning light came through the window making the hung over Sons spilled all over the clubhouse groan and move around, holding tight to a crow eater, praying for the hung over to be kind on their old bones. You woke up fresh as a daisy, of course, having a full night of sleep and waking up at the crack of dawn to fix yourself some coffee.

The things around with each of the Sons were quite harsh right now. While they were still struggling to figure out how to feel about you being a Son, they were pretty much still shocked it was about you. The girl they knew they’re whole life. You sighed, a little bit conflicted and focused on your coffee, just the minute Chibs and Happy walked in.

“Hi..” you said, a little bit too eager. Chibs flashed a quick smile at you and leaned on the counter while Happy stood there with his stoic face. You blushed a light shade of pink and cleared your throat. Chibs picked up a cup of coffee himself and you could see he was tired as hell. The two of them were on a night watch at the new warehouse, Clay’s idea and they were pretty worned out. You could noticed, as you put your cup down and grabbed Chib’s.

“Oi, lass, you...you don’t have to.”

“I’m the Prospect. I actually have to.” You smiled and poured him some coffee as he smiled, looking down and then next to Happy who couldn’t stop looking at you like you were a dove in the middle of the crows. “Here.” You said once the coffee was volcano hot. Chibs nodded and grabbed the cup, giving out a loud yawn and walking over to the clubhouse bedrooms.

“Thanks, (Y/N)” He said dissapearing into the still dark house. All of the sudden you were left alone with the killer himself. You pulled out a kitchen knife and were about to start chopping when Happy talked.

“Gun or knife?” In the silence of the clubhouse only his raspy voice could be heard.

“Excuse me?”

“What was your preference? Did you used a gun or a knife?” Happy was talking so close to you, exterminating your delicate hands with some scars on them. You gulped on nothing and looked at him.

“Knife.”

He simply nodded as you sighed, a little annoyed by now and continued your labor, now pulling out an apple and starting to chop it, since you were about to make some mean fruit smoothie, only when you could wash away the sour taste of vodka in the mixer. Happy remained there, watching you do your job, but you knew, since you were both killers, that he was silently judging you. You sighed,letting him know you were annoyed and started chopping faster, in hopes he would realize you didn’t enjoyed his presence that much. Faster and faster and paying more mind to Happy than to your hand movements, you felt suddenly a sharp small pain in your index finger, which made you let go off the knife and curse under your breath.

A british soldier had cut up his finger with a kitchen knife.

Happy watched this and smirked, shaking his head. You pressed on your fingers and looked back at him an arched eyebrow on your face. He walked over to you, making you stand up straight and stare at him while the blood ran down your finger. He slowly grabbed your wrist, lifting it up and leaned his head towards you, placing your finger on his mouth and closing his lips around it, making you gasp and your heart run a thousand miles per hour. He sucked the blood out and gave you the most asshole-ish smirk he could pull before speaking for the last time.

“Stick to guns, Prospect.”

#david labrava #sons of anarchy imagine #happy lowman