Just want to write something atm, because I’ve got such a keen for writing rn - which I haven’t had as strongly like this for YEARS! Used to be able to whack out fics all the time when I was 15/16.
So, I’m going for a Padraic/Patrick Telford fic. I put the name like that, because on the Wiki, it’s Padraic, and Chibs does call him Paddy - but when Father Ashby is talking to Jax after the barn (which I will be changing the canon of in this fic) he says he is sorry about ‘Patrick’, so... yee.
I’ve noticed more of y’all are liking and stuff, so I wanted to thank you lovely folks! It’s also helping my keen for writing!!! Love ya’s!
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When Jax arrived at the airport, he groaned at the sight of his younger sister. After exchanging words with Oswald, already exacerbated by the fact his mother had jumped on board the mission, here was Max.
Max was born around the time her older brother, Thomas, died. It was one of Gemma’s saving graces whilst John was off in Belfast at the time. When she was born, there had been joke upon joke about calling the new kid ‘Max’, to rhyme with Jax. So much so, that Tig was the first to exclaim, ‘Maxine!’, when she turned out to be a girl.
“Max, for Christ’s sake!” Jax groaned.” Why do you keep doing this?”
“Don’t say I don’t help when I stowaway.” She smirked. He looked to Clay, who merely shrugged in defeat.
“Let’s get going.” He sighed.
The plane ride was fairly non-eventful. Though, Juice had to keep apologising for letting the young firecracker persuade him into coming with. She always preferred to ride on the back of a Harley with one of the guys. It made her mother a bit nervous, but the girl was determined to give her a heart attack. She was currently behind Chibs, as they pulled to a stop as they finished part of their road journey to the Belfast Clubhouse.
As the men greeted each other, Max took a moment to stretch her legs out. The Belfast charter were quite surprised to see a young woman joining the party. A few of the men, including some of the SAMCRO guys, watched intently at she gave a few lunges and various stretches.
“You alright there, lass?” O’Neill asked, a little amused by the actions.
“Aye.” She grinned.” Just stretching out. Else my legs and back have a moan at me.”
“You must be Max Teller.” McGee spoke up.
“Yip.” She nodded, moving forward to accept the hand he offered out to shake.
“Keith McGee.”
“Pleasure.”
“Aye, but the pleasure’s all ours.” Chib’s nephew spoke up.
Max smirked a little, before they all got back on their bikes. Was all plain sailing until they hit the police. SAMBEL were quite impressed when Max showed to hold her own before they were all arrested. Gemma was pissed, and helped to crash the van. Paddy helped her out.
“What the hell was that?” Jax asked, putting a hand on his sister’s shoulder.
“Welcome to Ireland.” Paddy winked.
After interrogating the remaining officers, it was then time to head to the clubhouse. Finally. This time, much to Gemma’s chagrin, she had been on the back of Padraic’s bike. As Maureen made her way over, she was stunned to see the young girl.
“Thanks for the ride, Paddy.” Max thanked him.
“No problem, love.”
Max skipped off into a run to catch up with her brother, mother and step-father to meet the two other women linked to the Belfast charter. Max was a slender girl of 5′7, maybe just under, with long purple hair. Dyed, of course. If only one could have naturally purple hair.
It was bad enough that Gemma was seeing the resemblance in Trinity, but the Max bounced up next to her and Gemma nearly had a heart attack from seeing them stand together, so close in age.
Over the course of the day, even Maureen struggled with seeing Max. Especially, when she and Triny seemed to get on so well. In addition, Jax and Clay were vaguely bothered to see Paddy getting so familiar with their Max. Even Chibs was conflicted, as he watched the two interact.
Max had to admit she found him pretty cute. And he, her. They partially forgot why the SAMCRO charter were here, as they laughed and conversed with one another.
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That’s it for now - may write a 2nd part later, or tomorrow. Depends on how this is received by y’all
Jax and I didn’t sleep a wink last night, we thought all night on how we would approach the club about this in the morning.
Jax went to talk to the club while I went outside for a bit of fresh air.
“Aye, what are you doing out here by yourself?” I looked up to see the guy from the match last night standing there.
“Liam, right?” He nodded. “I came out for a bit of fresh air. Belfast is very beautiful in the morning.” Liam nodded before sliding on top of the picnic table with me.
“That it is.” Liam began as he slid his arm around my shoulders. “Listen, me and you should really catch a drink later. What do you say?” I took a hold of his arm and removed it from my shoulder.
“I’m very good but thanks for the offer,” I said with a fake smile, turning back to the sunrise. Liam took a hold of my wrist tightening his grip. I felt my heart race as memories of Liam rushed to my head.
“I was just asking to be polite, I don’t expect you to say no. Now, would you like to catch a drink with me?” Before I could answer, Happy walked over to us.
“Do we have a problem here?” Liam quickly lets go of my wrist with a smile.
“Of course, not. Are we almost ready for the run?” Hap nodded still giving Liam a weary look. Liam slid off the table and walked away.
“What was that about?” Happy questioned.
“I don’t know but do you know where Jax is?” Hap nodded.
“The club, are you sure you’re alright?” I nodded again sliding off the table and hugging Hap.
“I am, thank you.” With that, I walked into the club looking for Jax. I walked in to see Jax talking to Trinity. “Jax, can I talk to you for a second?” Jax could see the panic on my face as he nodded and headed over.
“What’s wrong?” Jax questioned with a worried look on his face.
“Can we go somewhere private?” Jax nodded and took me down to our shared room. When we reached the room, Jax immediately locked the door and walked over to me.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Jax questioned as I wrapped my arms around Jax’s neck and pulled him to me, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.
“L-Liam…” I stuttered out while Jax pulled away and brushed hair out of my face.
“Liam, your ex? Or Liam O’Neil?” Jax questioned looking at me.
“O’Neil, he grabbed my wrist and told me I had to go for a drink with him. I had flashbacks of Liam. I’m sorry that I interrupted but I needed you.” Jax pulled me into his chest as he spoke.
“Don’t worry about that. I want you to know you’re safe no matter what.” Jax let go of me and headed out of the door.
“Where are, you going?” Jax stopped midway and walked back into the room.
“I’m going to kick the living shit out of him for laying his hands on you and then I have church and then we have to go on a run.” I smiled at him, walking over and pulling his lips onto mine. We pulled away with a smile tracing our faces.
“Wait till after your run before you kick the living shit out of him because I don’t want to cause problems between the guys just as you go on your run.” Jax nodded.
“You’re probably right.”
“I usually am.” Jax chuckled at me.
“Listen, babe, I really do have to go. I’ll be back later.” I nodded with a smile. We kissed one last time before Jax walked down the hall and into the church.”
Time Skip:
It had been later in the evening when Jax and the boys arrived back. I walked out with a smile on my face to greet them when I noticed the pained looks on their faces and the blood on their clothes.
“What happened?!” I questioned in panic as I ran over to Jax.
“There was an explosion, some of the Irish sons were killed. Liam set us up, he was working with Jimmy the entire time.” I stood in shock.
“What the legit fuck?! That rat!” I yelled out as Jax stood quietly. The other club members filed themselves away while the family went to their rooms.
“Nothing…. It’s nothing.” I took a hold of Jax’s hand with a sympathetic look. I walked us over to the picnic table before taking a seat.
“What is it? You know you can tell me anything.” Jax sighed as I saw tears brim the rim of his eyes.
“When the explosion hit… I was knocked to the ground. When I was coming to I saw…” Jax stopped lighting up his cigarette and taking a long drag.
“You saw what, Jax?” I questioned again with a worried look.
“I saw… I saw my Dad.” I stopped looking at Jax in shock. Before I could answer Trinity walked out.
“Uh, (Y/N). The phones for you.” I looked at Jax with furrowed brows as I slid off the picnic table before making my way into the house. I walked over to the phone to notice no one was there.
“What the fuck?” I walked back down to the lot to only find out that Jax wasn’t even there. Nor was Trinity.” I looked over to see one of the prospects from the other charter. “Have you seen Jax or Trinity?” The prospect nodded, pointing towards the store.
“Uhm, she led him to the store,” I growled in response making my way towards the store. The door was unlocked as I pushed it open. I walked in looking around to see Gemma and Maureen standing by the cash.
“Have you seen Jax or Trinity?” Gemma and Maureen shook their heads. A bang tore us away from our thoughts. Maureen hauled out the gun from the cash. “Give it to me,” I said while Maureen looked hesitant before handing me the gun. “Get the door,” I said to Gemma. Nodding she grabbed the handle. We kept eye contact with each other, I nodded at her and she opened the door.
Revealing Jax pressed against the counter with Trinity attempting to undo his belt. I handed the gun back to Maureen before storming in there and throwing the first punch at Trinity. I then grabbed a hold of her hair and dragged her out of the store and into the lot. She screamed in pain but I just ignored it.
“All my life I’ve let sluts like you walk all over me and take him away but I’m going to let it happen again.” Trinity looked at me in shock.
“Are you nuts?!” She screamed out in her thick Irish accent. I leaned out and punched her right in her nose, hearing the cracking sound made me smile in victory. Jax pulled me off her before I could do anything else. I removed myself from Jax’s grip pulling him to my side, I glanced back at Trinity once more.
“Back off biker trash.” I took Jax’s hand and led him back to our shared room. I pushed Jax in before closing the door and locking it behind us.
“(Y/N), what has gotten into you?!” Jax questioned as I pushed him onto the bed.
“I don’t know but what I do know is, you’re mine.” I climbed on top of Jax before pressing my lips against his. Jax kissed back with the same amount of force.
I pushed his cut off his shoulders as his hands moved to the end of my shirt pushing it up and off my body. I reached between our bodies and pulled his shirt up and off him as well. I began to grind my hips into his, Jax flipped us over. Reconnecting our lips I moved my hands down his chiseled chest and down to his belt. Jax grabbed my wrist before I could go any further.
“(Y/N), are you sure about this?” He questioned. “I don’t want what happened with Hale and you to happen with me and you. I can wait.” I smiled at him.
“I am completely sure about this. Jax, every time I’m with you I feel safe. I feel protected. I have loved you since I was sixteen years old and I know you will keep me safe. So, yes I’m sure I want to go through with this.” Jax smiled before pressing his lips against mine. He released my wrist as I went back to work on his belt.
I undid his belt and jeans, pushing them down his legs while Jax did the same to me. Jax leaned down to pick up his jeans, reaching into his wallet he hauled out a condom.
“Please tell me that hasn’t been there since you were sixteen?” I questioned sarcastically. Jax pretended to be offended.
“Excuse me? Have you known, I’ve had multiple partners since I was sixteen.” I chuckled before answering.
“Oh Jesus, does that mean you might have the clap?” Jax looked at me in shock.
“Now, you’re in for it,” Jax said with a smile. Opening the condom, he rolled it down his shaft before lining it up with my entrance. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” I nodded my head, leaning up I pressed a kiss to his lips.
“I trust you, I’m completely sure.” Jax nodded before pushing into me. I gasped at the sensation, my hands immediately found their way to Jax’s shoulder as I gripped him. Jax stopped midway while he looked at my face with pure panic and worry. We stayed like this for a few moments.
I kept repeating in my head that everything was going to be okay and that I was safe.
As if he could read my mind, Jax spoke up.
“You’re going to be okay, you’re safe and I will never let anything or anyone hurt you. I promise.” I smiled at him before leaning up and pressing my lips to his.
“Move,” I said simply, Jax nodded and began to thrust into me. I moaned at the sensation, I was very surprised at myself. I thought I was either going to have a flashback and freak out, cry or just throw up. Maybe even all the above.
Jax was gentle and caring as I needed him to be. He thrust slowly and softly, thinking if he went any faster or harder I would shatter like glass.
I looked into his crystal blue eyes with a smile.
“Faster.” I moaned into his ear as he lifted my leg to angle it wider. He began to thrust faster while I moaned into his ear. Jax thrust a little faster each time until he came to a speed we both enjoyed.
“A little harder Jax.” I moaned while he just nodded. Jax thrust faster and harder making this forgotten feeling begin to form in the pit of my stomach. It was my orgasm. I haven’t had one of these in such a long time.
I read online, that you were supposed to try masturbation to help with getting a powerful feeling but I never tried it before.
The feeling began to get stronger as my orgasm began to rise.
“J-Jax, I-I’m going to cum!” I moaned into his ear as he let go of my leg and moved his hand to my clit. He began to rub figure eights onto my clit making my orgasm hit me hard and fast. “Oh fuck! Jax, I’m cumming!” I moaned into his ear while my pussy tightened around his cock. Jax’s thrusts began to become sloppy before he thrust into me one last time before hauling out. I rolled over till I was laying on his chest.
In that moment, I felt like I conquered the world. I felt like I was on top of the world. I was proud of myself, so proud I said the three words that shouldn’t be said.
