(A/n)
Wrote two chapters, about 5000 words for this story, decided I didn't like how I had it, and deleted everything to restart it. No regrets. It just didn't feel right.

Also, thanks SaskiaWaschbr for the suggestion of writing a Wire story! I spent a lot of time mulling over what I should write and this one really excited me so I got on it pretty quick, hope it meets yours and everyone else's standards~

Here you were. Your new home. It was one of those places where everyone knew everyone else and you were about to be the talk of the town. The new girl moving to the middle of no where from the big city. You didn't care, you were looking for something quaint and out of the way and this was it.

It was all rolling fields and farm land. You'd passed more pastures full of grazing animals than you could count. There were more tractors and trucks on the roads than actual cars. People waved when you passed in your little car. Everything was cozy and happy. It was just the change you needed.

You didn't want to think about the chain of events that led to you deciding that packing up and leaving was the best option. Literally everything you deemed important was shoved in your little car and you left. It was crazy to think about what became important and what became unnecessary when a person had to pick up and leave. You were fine with it though, it was just stuff.

Things could be replaced. Your problems couldn't be fixed as easily. Leaving may have not been the most mature option but you were at your wits end and didn't know what else to do. And hey, it was working out so far. It had been five days of driving and you'd gotten to see all kinds of scenery, eat all kinds of shitty food. Life was looking good.

In fact, you'd stopped at a fast food joint before heading to where your new place was. Housing was cheap here so you'd managed to rent an actual house instead of an apartment and the guy you were renting from was nice enough to leave a bunch of furniture for you. He said he was going to toss it all out anyway so it might as well get used.

But you wanted to calm the beast that was your stomach before checking out your new home. You'd driven seven hours straight without so much as a bathroom break and you were beginning to regret it. The pit stop was very much needed.

Everyone was nice enough when you popped into the burger joint. You'd ordered and made yourself comfortable in a booth by a front window. There wasn't much else in town in the way of fast food so you were sure you'd be coming here more often than necessary. You made quick work of your food and sipped at your drink for a bit, scrolling through your phone and just taking a break from the drive.

While you were double checking the address you were supposed to be heading to, a group of men came in and the air suddenly felt frigid.

You'd heard of mood changes altering the feeling of an area but hot damn this was your first time experiencing it for real. You didn't actually notice the men until then and you glanced over to see what the big deal was.

They were pretty quiet, noticing the few pairs of eyes present in the place were all on them. Four tall, muscular young men, around your age. They looked like they all played in their local highschool football team and never grew out of it, all leather jackets, working boots unlike anything you'd see in the city, and grouchy faces. Food was ordered quickly and they were out the door almost as fast as they'd came in.

And just like that, the atmosphere shifted back to how it was before they came in. Strange.

The male teen behind the counter noticed your confused look and decided he needed to explain.

"They're the local troublemakers miss. A bunch of bikers, nothing to worry about if you're passing through."

"Gotcha." You nodded. "I'm actually moving here though."

"Oh." It was his turn to look confused, like he was questioning, 'why here?' "Well everyone with any sense about them ignores those guys."

"I'll keep that in mind." You said to assure him. In reality, you couldn't care less. You'd probably seen worse where you were from. Scratch that. You had seen worse. These guys weren't going to stress you any.

"Um, miss?" His voice rose an octave. "I think they're on your car."

Fuck that.

You looked over and sure enough, two were leaning against the side, another was standing a little off to the side, and the last was sitting on your hood. They were eating their food there like it was some kind of picnic.

"Should I call the cops?" He asked.

"Nah," You frowned. "I got this."

With a sigh, you tossed your trash and went outside, still sipping at your drink.

"Do me a favor and get off my car there cowboy." You addressed the redhead as you stomped up to him.

"What?" He grumbled around a bite of fries.

"That's my car. I'd like you off of it."

His friends got the hint and stopped leaning on it, moving over to stand with the shaggy blonde who had refrained from touching the vehicle. You noticed a group of four different motorcycles sitting close by. They had to belong to these men, based on what the kid inside said.

"Bossy little thing, aren't you?" He snickered as he got off your car and sauntered up to you.

It was then that you noticed the scars marring his porcelain features all along his left side and the metal hand peeking out from under his jacket's sleeve. He looked like he went through a meat grinder and got yanked out before getting completely fucked up. You wondered if that was the case.

"Yep. And don't forget your trash." You brushed past him, ignoring his attempt at intimidating you.

The blonde smiled widely, amusement evident on his face while the other two were sharing confused glances. This must not be a common occurrence for them but they'd have to try harder than that to spook you. Puffed chests and snarky comments were hardly something to be afraid of.

You opened your car door and were getting ready to slide in and be on your way when one of the men called out to his friend.

"Let her be Kid, she's just passing through."

You looked over to see the redhead was glaring at you with clenched fists. He was both confused and annoyed at you.

"Actually," You glanced among the group. "I'm not. I'm moving here. And it's been swell meeting you guys and all, but I've got places to be."

"What's your name?" The tallest of the group asked.

His short cropped black hair was almost completely hidden by the hood of a second jacket he wore under the leather one. Sideburns peeked out from the edges and dark eyes watching you neutrally. He had to be hot under all those layers.

You couldn't help but smile. These guys were interesting after all, despite their lack of manners. "(Y/n)."

The blonde took over. "(Y/n), this is Wire, Heat, you've made quite the acquaintance of Kid there, and you can call me Killer."

"Well it's nice meeting you guys....." You trailed off as a police cruiser pulled up. You didn't call the police.

Glancing over your shoulder, you could see the kid in the restaurant peeking out the front door nervously. He didn't listen very well. You closed your car door and waited outside. This was going to take some explaining.

"Did you...?" The blue haired man, Heat nodded towards the policeman stepping out of the vehicle and you shook your head with a frown.

"Good afternoon ma'am." The silver haired officer addressed you. "Boys." He growled at them.

He held off on saying anything else until he was closer to you, offering a hand. "Officer Smoker."

You shook it but didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue.

"Are they bothering you?"

Kid looked ready to start spitting insults so you quickly decided now was a good time to speak up.

"No, the opposite in fact. They were welcoming me to the area."

Everyone seemed taken aback by that. Kid tried starting shit with you right off the bat and you took it all in stride. Now you were keeping them from getting in trouble. What a good start to moving.

"You sure about that?" The officer asked, still in disbelief.

"'Bout as sure as I can get. We went through introductions and all, right guys?"

They all nodded vehemently, not a single word to be said among them.

"Is there a problem officer?" You decided to give him a hard time for assuming these guys were trouble without giving them a chance. "I thought things like this were normal in small towns."

"No, there's no problem, I'll leave you to it then miss..."

"(Y/n)." Wire spoke up. "Her name's (Y/n)."

Introductions indeed.

"Miss (Y/n)." Smoker shot Wire a look you couldn't see but you could guess it wasn't a nice one. "Welcome to Aufork."

Five sets of eyes watched him stalk back to his car and drive away.

"Are all the cops around here such nosey fuckers?" You asked when he was out of view.

"Where are you from again?" Killer avoided your question.

"Far away, let's leave it at that."

"I guess 'far away' has some real nice cops then." Kid grunted. "Everyone's business is their business here."

"I'll keep that in mind. Anyway, I'm out, maybe I'll see you guys around." You finally were able to get into your car and leave, the guys watching you go.

"She's different." Heat said.

"Four men, easily twice her size and she didn't bat an eye." Wire continued.

"If she sticks around, things may get interesting around here for once." Killer finished with the thought on all their minds.

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Your landlord was waiting for you at the house. You'd only talked through email and text so you'd never seen even a picture of him until now.

He was a huge man, getting along in the years but looked like he still took very good care of his body. A black bandana covered his head but you could see he had a white mustache and bright brown eyes. He broke into a jovial smile as you stepped out of the car and went to greet him.

"You must be (Y/n) lass! It's wonderful to meet you in person."

You went for a handshake but he took your offered hand and pulled you into a hug. He was quite the friendly guy.

"And you must be Mr. Newgate." You wheezed. He just about squeezed your soul out of your body.

"Indeed!" He laughed. "Here's the keys for you. The big one's for the house, the other is for the shed out back."

You accepted the keys, adding them to the ring you had for your car and old apartment keys. The one for the apartment would be getting tossed as soon as you were inside.

"Thanks, what's with the shed by the way? I didn't realize there was one."

"It's just got the lawnmower and some tools inside. You're welcome to all that's in there."

"Thanks again for all of this." You offered a warm smile. "I know it was all short notice but this has been great."

He chuckled. "You can thank me after you see the furniture. One of my sons was living here before. He started making money and decided he'd buy brand new everything to go with the new house."

"I won't complain any." You popped your trunk and took out a box to lug to the door but Newgate plucked it out of your hands and nudged you towards the front door. "All I have is in my car so any furniture is better than nothing."

"It's quite the sight." He said behind you as you opened the front door and stepped in. "A young lass moving so far with so little all by herself. Why the sudden change?"

"It's hard to explain..." You took in your surroundings.

Based on how he explained it over email, you fully expected to see some kind of redneck bachelor pad but it was actually pretty decent. Hardwood flooring throughout the place with nice rugs in all the important places. Cheaper looking couches that were still in good shape. There was even a TV and accents like lamps.

The dining room had a table big enough to seat six people comfortably. The kitchen was just about fully stocked on appliances and such. He really did leave everything behind.

"Then don't." Newgate placed your box on the dining room table. "You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to but you should know around here, people like to investigate. Their lives are dull so they make up for it by snooping in other people's business."

"Thanks for the heads up, I appreciate it."

"Well lass." He sighed. "I'd help you bring in the rest but I need to head home. If you have any questions, email me. Otherwise, Thatch should have left you a note on the kitchen counter going over the odds and ends of this place."

"I'll be alright." He was practically treating you like his own kid. It was sweet. "I packed it all in that little car, I can take it all out."

He got a kick out of your determined attitude, chuckling as he headed out the door and continued to remind you he was always available to email.

Newgate didn't actually live in this town but the house was his and he wanted to meet you personally to hand over the keys. He was staying in another place he owned a couple hours away and you assumed he wanted to get back before it got too late in the evening. When he headed out, you busied yourself bringing in boxes and finding places to store your stuff. It was mostly things like bedding, clothes, and personal items. You'd brought along your most essential kitchenware but found what was already in the kitchen was better than your stuff.

And you were told all this was pretty much yours now. Newgate was more than happy to hand it all over if it meant he didn't have to deal with any of it.

When you had everything in and put in halfway decent spots, you started exploring. The living room was definitely decorated in a more masculine way but you liked it. You found a stash of DVDs in the entertainment center, half were just movies. The other half....not so much. You doubted Newgate knew about it but now you had entirely too much knowledge about what his son was into.

Besides that, the living room had no other surprises. Neither did the kitchen or dining room. You moved on to the bedrooms. There were three which was way more than you'd ever need, but this was the only place you could find to rent so short notice and it was cheap. Your landlord probably had a lot of money, in fact, you didn't doubt he did. Draining tenants dry of their funds didn't seem to be on his agenda.

The first room was the master. It was pretty large with a king sized bed and an ornate dresser in it. There was a walk in closet and even a private bathroom. This was definitely going to be where you'd stay. The other two rooms were only a bit smaller with the same sized beds and equally fancy furniture in them.

In the last room, you found a box of photos. All of them had the same smiling faces through different times in their life. You recognized one of the people as your landlord, then there were five boys who you guessed were his sons he'd mentioned a few times. You'd have to let him know this got left behind, he'd want the photos back.

You went back to the kitchen, placing the box on the counter and immediately picking up the note on it. The handwriting was done in impeccable, delicate cursive. You dreamed of having handwriting like that.

It was all basic stuff that you expected in an older home like this. Touchy heater in the winter, squeaky floorboards in the hall, gaps in the doors. Nothing you couldn't handle. Then you looked at the last bulleted note.

"Don't forget to feed Chopper? Who the hell is Chopper?" You muttered.

Beside that note was a hastily written  phone number with the message "call with questions" in a different handwriting. The entire last bullet was in different handwriting actually.

You pulled out your phone and shook your head. Whoever Chopper was, they weren't supposed to go hungry and you were too nice to not feed them. Just had to figure out who "they" were first.