You, Juice's best friend, show up in Charming and unintentionally steal Tara from Jax.
Warnings: Canon Jax cheating on Tara, not canon Tara falling in love with a woman.
Tara cheats on Jax with reader, but it's true love. Jax cheats on Tara with randos first and it's just for a quick fuck. So who's really in the wrong here.
The first time you met Dr. Tara Knowles, neither of you realised your lives had just tilted permanently off-axis.
You had rolled into Charming in your truck with nothing but a duffel bag strapped behind you and Juice Ortiz grinning like an idiot beside you after meeting you outside town. You'd known Juice since you were teenagers, long before either of you had ended up circling outlaw clubs in different corners of California, and he'd spent years trying to convince you to come visit Charming. According to him, the town was a complete disaster, the people were worse, and somehow he loved every miserable second of it.
He neglected to mention the beautiful trauma surgeon with intelligent eyes who smiled politely when Juice dragged you into St. Thomas Hospital after he'd split his knuckles doing something monumentally stupid.
"This," Juice announced proudly while Tara pulled on gloves to inspect his hand, "is my best friend."
Tara looked up.
You smiled.
Something happened.
Not dramatically. No lightning strike. No music swelling in the background.
Just... recognition.
Like two strangers somehow remembering each other.
She introduced herself with professional calm.
You cracked a joke about Juice being medically allergic to common sense.
She laughed.
Actually laughed.
Juice looked between both of you before narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"...Uh-oh."
At first, Tara told herself she simply enjoyed your company because you were refreshingly normal.
You didn't want anything from SAMCRO.
You weren't impressed by the motorcycles.
You didn't flirt with the patched members.
You asked Tara questions about medicine because you genuinely found it fascinating, listened when she answered, remembered things she'd mentioned weeks earlier, and never once made her feel like she had to choose between being a doctor and existing around the club.
She hadn't realized how desperately she'd missed conversations that weren't interrupted by gun deals, arrests, family feuds, or another emergency involving Jax.
Especially because Jax...
God.
Jax had been disappearing again.
Late nights. Phone calls he'd take outside. Lipstick that wasn't hers. Perfume lingering on cuts she'd stitched closed herself.
She wasn't stupid.
She'd always known.
Maybe not every woman. Maybe not every motel room. But enough.
When she confronted him, he'd apologise. Cry if necessary.
Promise it meant nothing.
"It doesn't mean anything, Tara."
"It's just sex."
"I love you."
He always came back to that.
Like love somehow erased betrayal.
Like saying the words enough times could stitch trust back together.
You never asked about Jax.
You noticed things.
The exhaustion around Tara's eyes. The way she checked her phone before smiling, as though preparing herself for disappointment. The silence whenever someone mentioned her boyfriend.
You didn't push.
Instead, one afternoon while she sat outside the hospital eating vending machine crackers because she'd skipped lunch again, you simply sat beside her and handed her half of your sandwich.
"You forgot to eat."
She blinked.
"...How did you know?"
"You've got doctor face."
"My what?"
"The face where you've saved three lives today and forgotten you're technically one of them."
She laughed so hard she nearly dropped the crackers.
It was ridiculous.
It was a stupid sentence.
And somehow nobody had ever cared enough to notice before.
Juice began quietly regretting introducing the two of you.
Not because anything inappropriate happened.
Because absolutely nothing inappropriate happened.
Which was somehow worse.
You'd stop by the hospital with coffee.
Tara would accidentally stay an extra thirty minutes after her shift ended.
You'd read books together.
She'd borrow your novels.
You'd debate movies.
You'd sit in your truck outside her house talking until two in the morning.
Neither of you crossed any lines.
Neither of you even flirted.
Which made the growing tension nearly unbearable.
One evening Juice found Chibs watching the two of you laughing outside Teller-Morrow.
"They're doomed," Chibs muttered.
"They haven't even kissed."
"Aye."
"So?"
"So look at her."
Juice did.
Tara was smiling.
Not politely.
Not carefully.
Not trying to hold together a thousand fractured pieces.
She was smiling like she'd forgotten what anxiety felt like.
"...Oh."
"Aye."
Jax noticed too.
He just misunderstood why.
He assumed Tara was simply happier because she'd made a new friend.
He thought nothing of hugging random women inside bars while Tara waited at home.
He thought nothing of disappearing for hours.
He thought nothing of climbing into strangers' beds because, in his own mind, he'd already decided there was a difference.
Sex wasn't love.
It was stress relief.
Escape.
Meaningless.
So it didn't count.
That was the lie he told himself.
Until one evening he came home early.
Tara wasn't there.
Instead, he found her jacket missing and her phone left charging on the kitchen counter.
He shrugged.
Probably working late.
She wasn't.
She was sitting beside you on the hood of your truck overlooking the hills outside Charming, watching the sunset paint the sky in impossible shades of orange and pink.
Neither of you spoke for a long time.
Finally Tara whispered—
"I think something's wrong with me."
You looked over.
"What makes you say that?"
"I look forward to seeing you more than anyone else."
Silence.
"I miss you when you're gone."
Another silence.
"I've been trying to convince myself it's because you're easy to talk to."
She laughed quietly.
"I don't think that's it anymore."
Your heartbeat became painfully loud.
"...Tara."
She looked terrified.
"I've never..." she admitted. "I've never looked at another woman this way."
"You don't have to say anything else."
"But I want to."
Her voice broke.
"I feel guilty."
"You haven't done anything."
"I've wanted to."
You reached over slowly.
Carefully.
Giving her every opportunity to pull away.
Instead, she took your hand.
Her fingers trembled.
"So have I."
She closed her eyes.
The kiss that followed wasn't desperate.
It wasn't reckless.
It wasn't about sex.
It was astonishingly gentle.
A hesitant meeting of lips that felt less like starting an affair and more like finally admitting a truth both of you had been carefully avoiding for months.
When they finally separated, Tara rested her forehead against yours.
"I don't know what this means."
"It means we stop lying."
She broke up with Jax the following morning.
Before anything else happened between the two of you.
She walked into Teller-Morrow with her shoulders straight despite feeling sick.
Jax frowned immediately.
"What's wrong?"
"I know."
His expression shifted.
"...Know what?"
"Enough."
"Tara—"
"I stopped counting the women." Silence. "I stopped believing the apologies."
He rubbed a hand across his face.
"It wasn't emotional."
She laughed once.
An exhausted, almost disbelieving sound.
"You think that's better?"
"It didn't mean anything."
"It meant something."
"It was just—"
"Every time you chose someone else."
He had no response.
Because there wasn't one.
Then she took one steadying breath.
"And I met someone."
His head snapped upward.
"What?"
"I wasn't looking."
"Tara..."
"I fell in love."
The words landed like a gunshot.
His voice became dangerously quiet.
"...Who?"
She hesitated only a second.
"You know her."
Understanding spread across his face with horrifying speed.
"...Juice's friend."
She nodded.
He actually laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because he couldn't process it.
"You're leaving me...For her...You've known her a few months. I've known you for years."
That hurt more.
Because it was true.
The club reacted exactly how one might expect.
Tig nearly choked on his beer.
Bobby blinked several times before quietly muttering, "Didn't see that coming."
Happy looked between Tara and you once.
Then looked at Jax.
Then back.
"...Makes sense."
Juice, meanwhile, looked absolutely vindicated.
"I knew it."
"You knew?" Jax snapped.
"I knew something."
"You didn't tell me?"
Juice stared at him for several long seconds.
"You were sleeping with half the county."
Jax opened his mouth.
Closed it again.
Juice wasn't finished.
"You kept saying it didn't mean anything because there weren't feelings." He pointed toward you and Tara. "Well, congratulations. They've got feelings."
The silence that followed was almost unbearable.
Finally Chibs sighed heavily.
"Jackie..." Jax looked over. "Ye betrayed her body."
Then Chibs nodded toward Tara.
"She found someone who loved her enough that she refused to betray her heart any longer."
No one pretended the situation wasn't messy.
No one claimed the timing was ideal.
Even you and Tara wished life had unfolded differently.
She wished she'd left Jax before she'd fallen in love with someone else.
You wished she'd never been put in a position where genuine kindness from another person felt revolutionary.
But love had arrived anyway.
Quietly.
Unexpectedly.
Not because either of you went looking for an affair, but because one relationship had already been hollowed out by repeated betrayals, while another grew slowly from friendship, honesty, laughter, and the simple, radical act of making someone feel seen.
Months later, Tara would admit that she'd spent years believing love was supposed to be difficult—that it was supposed to hurt, require endless forgiveness, and survive disappointment after disappointment simply because history demanded it.
Then she'd look across the living room where you sat reading one of your novels while waiting for her to finish a chart she'd brought home from the hospital.
You'd glance up.
Smile the second your eyes met hers.
No games.
No wondering where you were.
No lipstick on your collar.
No excuses.
Just peace.
For the first time in years, Tara realized that love wasn't supposed to feel like surviving.
It was supposed to feel like finally getting to come home.
If Tara Knowles (Sons of Anarchy) was in Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire, which Great House of Westeros would they be part of or at least the most affiliated with?
House Targaryen
House Stark
House Lannister
House Baratheon
House Greyjoy
House Tully
House Arryn
House Martell
House Tyrell
Voting ended onNov 23, 2025
Ways to approach the poll if the character isn’t a royal:
If you think they’d be from a smaller house, go with the Great House that that smaller house is sworn to (ex: House Manderly —> vote Stark)
They don’t have to be a nobleperson, they can be someone working for the house or being ruled by them. Roles could be a sworn-sword, a septa, a butcher, a blacksmith, or even a lowly peasant.
You can consider the region itself. For example, if you feel the character would be from Dorne, pick House Martell.
You can consider the personality of the character. For example, if your character is all about honor, then consider either House Arryn or House Stark.
Last, but not least, be creative with it! For example, there was a comment I read that the character who was the subject of the poll would be pulling a Littlefinger, so they went with either Lannister or Tyrell as that would be that character’s target houses.
The Teller-Morrow Clan have one saying: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And through JT being dragged by a semi, the loss of Thomas to the family defect, the countless run-ins with the law, addictions, and the loss of Missy from her unfortunate suicide; what's left standing is two very tough sisters: Amanda and Alicia Morrow.
Alicia, has a successful career as a lawyer in Charming, while assisting Judge Hale. She's a (somewhat single) mom of 3 to two boys and a girl: Mikayla and Cain Teller, and Declan Telford. When she's not chasing around her kids or researching for a court case, she's often at the club, keeping her own 'man' in line.
Amanda, is a recovering heroin addict and tech savvy teen who has a secret relationship with Juice Ortiz...only, both her older sister and her niece Mikayla know about it. But they haven't told Clay because they really don't want to watch him shred the poor kid.
But these two sisters have barely made it past their own demons when they're thrown into another series of them.
Warnings: This story is a dark story. Includes themes like violence (gun/knife/bombs), murder, mentions of suicide, illegal activities, drugs, underage relationships, blackmail, and self-harm. There will be individual warnings on each chapter.
This is also a multi-POV story from any character within the series. It'll be marked in each Chapter as well.
I broke this up by episode so that's kind of the timeline to follow.
