Sons of Magnolia [1]

A sort of crossover of Sons of Anarchy and Fairy Tail

*Gajevy

*NSFW

*Not intended for younger users. Reader's discretion is advised.*

*May contain triggers. That whole show needs a trigger warning ha.

Summary: Gajeel is in a motorcycle club called Sons of Magnolia. Levy is his ex-girlfriend and together they share a young daughter. Levy is against bringing Melina to the club to see her father as there are many dangers being associated with it, but their romantic feelings for each other haven't changed. Gajeel soon gets caught up in a dispute between the club and a rival charter in an illegal gun trade, and the Sons prepare for a war where no one is safe.

Media: Every Part of Me - Godsmack

Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi

The unmistakable roar of mufflers increased in volume with every passing second. Towners knew when the boys in black rode, as they were unmistakable in their chapter vests. When they took to the blacktop, there was business to attend. Their presence within the small town usually kept the peace.

Usually.

Gajeel heard them as they arrived, slowing down when they entered into the lot. He strode out from the auto shop office the club owned. The men that had become his friends backed their chrome-rimmed rides into the angled parking spaces designed with their bikes in mind.

In his standard-issue black cut with the thick boots to match, Gajeel took a few last drags from the cigarette in his fingers. He raised his head in a swift incline as he approached one of the club members. The scruffy-looking man's lip went up at one corner and took Gajeel's outstretched arm in his own in greeting.

"Didn't think you'd be back this soon," Gajeel commented, blowing the smoke out with his words. Squinting in the sunlight, he nodded towards the others now leaving their shiny bikes to head indoors. "Everything alright?"

"Yeh, ol' man Makarov beat us to the site, made room for us ta deal with it quickly."

"No cops?"

The man looked about as relaxed as he'd ever been after a business run. He took his tobacco can out of his back pocket, gave it a good flick before twisting the lid off to pinch some of it out. "Nah, ya know Makarov."

Gajeel threw down the used up cigarette and squished it with the toe of his boot. He did know the old man. The police officer had become friends with their club president many years prior. The two men took different routes in life, but saw no reason to destroy the friendship. In exchange for unofficially helping the department in peacekeeping -however in unconventional ways- the Sons did no harm to anyone unless provoked or if others were harmed.

Of course, only the involved knew about the arrangement.

"The old geezer's finding new an' improved ways ta keep the rest of the pigs off our bahcks," Chibs said, his Scottish accent mixing in. He stuffed a small pinch of the snuff in between his gums and lower lip.

"Do I even wanna know?" Gajeel asked with a grin.

Chibs' quick rolling chuckle answered him, along with a "you'll find out sometime" and he clapped a hand on Gajeel's shoulder before the two made their way inside the club.

Despite the sunshine and warm day, the inside of the clubhouse was dark and dank. The air was thick with swirls of cigarette smoke. Club members hung out on the leather couches drinking in the middle of the day. The clack of the cue ball smacking into the colored ones at the pool tables added to the atmosphere until someone increased the radio volume.

Chibs immediately headed for the kitchen, leaving Gajeel at the door. He saw a few of the guys had lady friends present; they rose from one of the couches to make their way to the back rooms for a bit of privacy. For the most part, the club did what it wanted. There were no specific rules -most were common sense and self-explanatory- other than keeping dicks out of another's old lady, protecting the club's reputation, its members, and their families, and most importantly: if you get taken downtown, don't ever become a rat.

A woman strode out of the office towards him. Her dark, blond-streaked hair was pulled back with a clip. The curls swooped over her shoulder and into the hollow of her collarbone. She smiled at Gajeel, stopping on her way outside. "Have you been to see Melina? I never get to see my granddaughter anymore," she said nonchalantly, ending with a noise made with her tongue. She put her weight on one stiletto heel and crossed her arms as she stood there.

"Hello to you too, Ma," Gajeel sarcastically. He frowned at her words.

He was just as frustrated with the situation as she was.

Things were a little rocky with Melina's mother. Not the best, but not for worse either. Levy had been deeply drawn to him when they were teenagers. The love and attraction had never fully gone away for either of them in the years since. He knew Levy loved him, but his affiliations with The Sons put a huge strain on their relationship. If it wasn't for their three-year-old daughter, Gajeel doubted Levy would have stayed.

"Have you called her recently?"

The frown on Gajeel's face as he stared down at her told her what she needed to know. She shifted her weight and roughly punched his shoulder with her fist, scowling. "Dammit Gajeel, she's never going to want to come around if you don't take initiative!"

"She doesn't want Melina exposed to the atmosphere," Gajee roughly bit back. "I can't exactly blame her, Gemma. She was raised differently, this all makes her skittish."

She hated when her son called her by her first name. Giving him a level look, she puckered her lips before stating, "I don't fucking care. Call her, get in touch. I want to see my grandchild."

With that she left, pulling her sunglasses down onto her face before pushing open the main door to the elaborate clubhouse. Even though his late father's old lady was a pain in the ass, Gajeel knew she was right. It had been several weeks since he had seen Melina. He loved his little girl's mama with his whole heart, but she had kept the both of them away for "safety".

Calling her might not work; she screened her calls, ignoring his most of the time.

Though he had a better idea.

The roar of his Harley silenced as he killed it on the curb of Levy's drive. Her yard looked well-cared for, aside from the few toys near the front of the house. Walking up the porch steps, he saw her neighbor sweeping off her own. The old woman gave him a glare, narrowing her eyes.

He remembered he still wore his black cut, which declared his involvement in The Sons with the different patches sewn onto it. It must have given him away. He knocked on the door and waited. A muffled voice was heard and then the white door swung inwards to reveal his favorite bluenette. In her arms was Melina. She stared up at him with the same eyes she had inherited from his side of the gene pool.

"Gajeel? What are you doing here?" his ex asked in surprise, looking around to see if there were any others from the club who had come. Her hazel eyes returned to him, settling on his handsome features.

"It's just me."He noticed her pupils dilated as she gazed at him.

"Daddy!" Melina cried happily after he spoke. She jumped against Levy's arms and stretched out towards the familiar man.

He took the girl into his arms with a rough smile. "Hey there, pipsqueak."

Levy watched him with their child as she pulled the front door shut and joined him on the porch. She caught her elderly neighbor staring at them with strong disapproval and gave her a nervous smile. The woman had expressed in the past how much she didn't agree with allowing the club to function. It caused "too much disorder".

Levy didn't think so. If anything, the club cared more about its own than fighting with other clubs in the area. Still, the only reason she kept her distance was because they had created Melina. Her daughter was everything to her.

Gajeel tucked Melina into his arm against the side of his chest. Her little arms wound around his neck and she laid her head on his shoulder, tucking her face into him near his jaw. He kissed the side of her head as he sat down in the chair next to the door.

"Is everything ok?" Levy spoke up, watching the two of them.

"Yea. I don't have to have a reason to see my daughter, do I?"

Levy crossed her arms over her chest.

Seeing the two of them together warmed her heart. Melina constantly asked her -every day- when her daddy would be coming to play with her. And she always told her he was out working. Part of her felt guilty for doing that. Gajeel was her father and Levy knew that he loved them both immensely. On his own, he was everything she wanted in a man. But with the club… she held him at a distance.

Once accepted into the club, it becomes your life. There was no leaving.

When she didn't reply, he shifted his red eyes up to her. "How're you doing?"

"Um, good," Levy said and leaned against the porch railing. "Melina's good too."

Gajeel could tell there was something bothering the woman. "Levy, I've known you for a long time. What's wrong?" He gently pressed.

She rolled her eyes, knowing that the man wouldn't let up until she told him. "My sitter canceled on me tonight, so I don't have anyone to watch Melina for my shift. She had called before you showed up."

"Is that it?" It didn't seem like that big of a problem to him.

"Gajeel," she huffed. "It's a big deal for me. I will probably have call in."

"Why not ask Mrs. Snoop over there?" He threw a thumb in the direction of the old neighbor, who was still out on her porch. She held a broom in her hand, but her sweeping had stopped as she observed them. He guessed she was trying to hear their conversation.

"She's almost eighty-five, I can't do that to her. Melina is a handful."

He looked down at his daughter, who had turned on his lap to face the front yard and bounce on his knee. The statement was out before he could hold back his words, "Why not let me watch her."

Levy's answer was almost simultaneous. She shook her head. "No."

"Why not?" He asked, his voice slightly raising. "I never get to see her 'cause you won't come around the clubhouse. You know the guys view you as family. They always will."

"No, Gajeel. I don't like the environment that she'd be around."

"She's not a baby anymore, Lev. She doesn't need constant protection from-"

Levy's large eyes narrowed and she cut him off, her tone clipped. "I don't want her at the clubhouse."

Gajeel nodded. The two of them hadn't always agreed on certain things. Their headbutting matches had been something to see. In a way, he liked that she still held some spice. He narrowed his eyes at her, taking a guess. "You don't want her around my mother. Is that it?"

Rolling her eyes, Levy moved towards him and reached out to take Melina from his arms. As much as he hated it, he let her for the sake of the three-year-old's happiness and view of him. Gajeel was right behind her as she opened the front door. He stopped the door with his boot from shutting in his face.

Leaning his face close to the opening, he spoke low, "What are you gonna do? Run away from something because you don't like the answer?"

Levy's already sour expression turned darker with a scowl. She tried to shut the door in on him, but he pushed the door open to allow himself in. The bluenette relented but quickly left him alone the front room.

Melina smiled and waved to him as her mother took her into the kitchen. Slowly, Gajeel strolled in after her. It had been a while since he'd been in the house. It seemed the same, even smelled the same with the scented candles she always bought.

His gaze landed on the living room floor at the toys scattered in a mess. Some picture frames hung on the wall in the short hall. Mostly of Melina, a few of Levy and Melina. Gajeel saw one of the three of them back when Melina had turned one.

Back when they were happy.

When he rounded the corner, he allowed himself to really look at his ex-girlfriend, who now stood in the small kitchen.

She really hadn't changed much at all in the years that he'd known her and after she had broken their relationship. She was still slim, though she had a bit of a stomach from her pregnancy. Her hips had widened from that as well. Her blue waves were still wispy with the headbands she preferred to wear. It made her look innocent. He made a sound with his mouth.

Her eyes flickered up from her daughter to the relaxed man leaning a shoulder against the door frame.

Gajeel smirked; Levy still held him in awe whenever she saw him. He watched as she gave Melina a small plastic bowl of goldfish crackers. The little girl's hands shifted, almost dumping the contents to the floor.

"Honey, don't spill them," Levy cooed as she righted the bowl in her daughter's hand.

Melina stopped next to Gajeel on her way out to the living room, holding up a small cracker for him. He straightened to lean to her and accepted it with a smile. "Thank you, little darlin'."

Both of her parents' eyes casually followed her as she padded out of the room. Levy noticed Gajeel was still watching. He used to gaze at her like that. And at moments, she could swear that he still did. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to close her eyes. While she put away the cracker box, she felt a strong presence behind her.

"It's really good to see you, Lev," Gajeel murmured. His voice was close to her ear and it vibrated into her, causing cold chills to appear on her skin.

"Please don't." She closed the cabinet and turned in place. A small gasp loosed from her mouth as the close proximity of her ex-boyfriend surprised her. His chest was a few inches from her face.

"Don't what?" his voice rumbled, like the distant hum of a thunderstorm.

That smirk of his. It was distracting. She could feel the embers smoldering inside her chest. Levy stared up at him, aware that he was leaning down towards her. She placed her hands on the countertop behind her while he did the same, effectively blocking her in. She could feel his breath on her lips as he towered over her, slowly closing in.

"G-Gajeel, this is not a good idea," she breathed. She glanced between his eyes and mouth. "We're not together anymore,"

"What if I want to be?" He whispered close to her face, red eyes intently switching from hers to her glossed lips before gazing into her eyes once again.

Swallowing, Levy understood where his mind was going. She had broken it off with him simply to keep Melina safe. Gajeel was affiliated with something akin to a gang. Accidents happened. If another club decided they wanted to fuck with The Sons or anyone associated with them, Levy and Melina could be potential targets just like the rest of them.

It didn't mean that Levy didn't love Gajeel. Her ex came up in her thoughts every day.

She remained still as he closed the gap between them, watching his mouth approach hers. His lips gently pushed against her. They were warm and inviting and familiar. The memory of all those years they had dated and spent together rushed in like a flash flood. All of the sex they had had, the night Melina had been conceived. It all swirled around in her mind like a hurricane.

Gajeel slowly deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue onto her bottom lip to open her mouth, then slipped himself inside when she let him. A chapstick flavor mingled in with their breath. A faint moan from him. Their tongues collided and the sensation took her breath away.

A tiny moan hummed in her throat and she found her hands had cautiously attached themselves to Gajeel's black vest at his sides. He made a guttural grunt when her fingers briefly tighten on his loins, and his current ministrations became more desperate.

He squished her in between himself the counter. His erection was growing by the second from the feeling of the familiar woman's hips, her taste, her smell. The slight bulge in his jeans pressed into her stomach at the same time that he helped himself to squeeze a handful of her ass. It caused her arousal to deepen.

Levy abruptly broke the liplock with a head shake. She swallowed and opened her eyes to give him a tentative gaze. "We can't-"

"Of course we can…" His low voice oozed with desire as he stared half-lidded into her hazel-rimmed orbs. He could see she wanted more of him.

"Melina's in there," she whispered. She tried to move away from him, but his muscular arms were anchored in place, firmly keeping her in front of him. She gripped his rock-hard forearms. "Gajeel."

He matched her with a whisper of his own, bringing his lips to her neck below her ear, "She's too young to know what's going on if she sees." He kissed her skin.

A shiver ran down her body at his tone. It increased her sexual desire listening to his words, in hearing words whispered in such a manner. As much as she wanted to reconnect with him - in more ways than one- she shook her head. "What if she needs me and I-I'm, I'm not dressed? And with a man?"

His eyebrow arched. "Who is her father. I don't see a problem."

Her eyes pleaded with him, placing her hand on his black club cut over his name patch. "Another time."

Pursing his lips, Gajeel straightened and backed away from her, letting her leave the pocket he had had her held in. She left the room to check on Melina, also leaving him readjusting his erection to better fit inside his jeans until it went away.

When he appeared in the hallway, he saw the girl was giggling at the cartoons on the television screen.

"Mommy, look!" she exclaimed and pointed at her favorite character.

"Yes, I see! Are you done with your snack?" Levy spotted the abandoned bowl with a few crackers left untouched.

Melina nodded without looking away from the show.

"What?" Levy questioned when she passed by Gajeel.

He followed her back into the kitchen and leaned his backside on the counter next to the fridge. There was a smirk on his face. "Another time, huh."

When she didn't say anything in response, Gajeel crossed his arms over his chest. The motion was not lost on Levy; it made his arms look iron strong, and memories sprang to her mind. Memories that her placed snuggly in those arms.

"Levy."

His baritone voice simply speaking her name caused her to turn from the stove to face him. She couldn't tell from his expressions what he was thinking. The man looked neither angry nor disappointed as he gazed lovingly at her.

"I still love you. You can't expect any different."

She didn't know what to say. Part of her felt guilty. She was the one who had broken it off. Had that been the right decision? A better question to ask was did she still love him -the man that fathered her child- despite his affiliations?

"I-I know…" Levy quietly replied. She dropped her gaze to stare at the floor.

In a matter of seconds, large hands enveloped her and pulled her in. Gajeel smelled the same to her. He sounded the same, spoke the same. He made her feel special. Levy felt the same as she had when they had first gotten together. That she was his one and only, the most beautiful, precious woman he had ever seen.

And as much as she hadn't wanted to admit it, she had missed that feeling. Her feelings had just been reaffirmed when he kissed her. Being with him felt right.

"What time are you off work tonight?" he asked.

"Eleven. I have to go in in an hour. Why?"

He didn't move, only savored her touch, the smooth skin of hers in his arms. How it used to be. How it still could be.

"You want to know what I think?"

Her voice was slightly muffled by his shirt. "Yes."

Gajeel kissed her hair, then spoke into it. "I think you should let me stay here with Melina while you go to work. Just for tonight since I'm already here. And we'll work on finding you a backup sitter in case this happens again."

His idea was a good one. She didn't particularly like it, but it was all she had at the moment. She supposed she should be grateful that the man she still loved had out of the blue dropped by. That was how it was with the Sons before Melina was born; the unconventional men had gone out of their way to help her in any situation simply because she had become Gajeel's long-time girlfriend. One call was all it had taken to get the assistance she had needed, big or small. It was a great perk, but it also came with a very great danger.

Once she had found out she was pregnant, Levy had decided to ultimately cut ties with them, and it also meant she'd have to break it off with Gajeel. She hadn't wanted to put their baby accidentally in harm's way by association.

"O-ok… but aren't you a bit rusty with children?" Levy squinted up at him.

She hadn't meant for it to be funny, but he had to chuckle. It wasn't entirely her fault; he had had every right to come see them, he just hadn't. He had wanted to give them space. Until today, he had been convinced he had made the right choice. The time away certainly did not make him forget his desire for Levy in every way.

His hands fell away from her and he grinned. He turned to head for the living room so she could get ready for work. Before exiting the kitchen, he gave her one of his smoldering glances, his eyes speaking volumes more than what he uttered. "I'll let you know after your shift."