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obsessedasusual · 4 months

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History Repeats - Happy Lowman

Summary: xReader - The club going into lockdown shouldn't be of concern to you anymore, you got out. Happy thinks otherwise.

Warnings: Swearing, guns, mentions of anxiety

Note: 2k - return of the Happy!!! The way I've had this half written in my docs for over a year...... I'm beyond excited to finally get it out!

You had locked the door last night.

You had.

Surely you had locked it. You always locked it.

So the only reasonable explanation to the creaking floorboards down your hallway at 6am was… a cat? Yeah, a cat.

A very heavy cat that took large footsteps towards your room.

You gripped the bedsheets tighter as you pulled them further over your face, hoping they would act as some sort of a shield when the large cat, presumably walking on two legs, inevitably barged into your room.

Another shaky breath escaped your body as you listened to the footsteps draw nearer.

Calling the cops was a bit difficult when your phone was charging over the room on your dresser. And it’s not like you had a weapon handy. God you could hear his voice clear as day in your head, knowing exactly what he’d say if he were here. Harping on about how you should at least have a knife stashed somewhere in your bedroom and a gun in every other room of the house.

You stayed frozen in place, eyes squeezing shut as the door handle turned, and the door was thrown open without an ounce of care.

“Get the fuck up.” a gruff voice spoke from the doorway.

What the?

You tugged the covers down to your chin and peered across the room in disbelief, “What the fuck, Happy?!”

He gave a single nod before speaking again, “Up. Now.”

Mouth hung open, you could do nothing but stare up at your ex.

“No? No- what the hell are you doing here, Happy? In my house at six in the fucking morning!” Pushing yourself to sit up in bed you continued to stare at the man you hadn’t spoken to in months, “Seriously, Happy. Start speaking. How the hell did you get in here anyway? If you broke a fucking window I swear to-”

“You need to hide your spare key better. Now get up.”

A silence fell between you for a second.

“My spare ke- hey!” your train of thought was interrupted by the tall biker walking forward and ripping the duvet away from your body. In your surprise you didn’t miss the way his eyes quickly flew down your pyjama-clad body before looking toward the still-closed curtains.

“Get your ass out of bed.”

This time you listened and climbed out of bed, stomping toward your dresser to find a change of clothes, “Seriously, Happy,” you huffed as you changed shirts, “You can’t- you can’t barge into my house like this. I thought you were a burglar or something. Do you realise how unsettling that is for a single woman?”

“Good thing I’m not a fucking burglar then.”

You tugged on a pair of jeans and rolled your eyes before turning to face him, “Why are you here, Happy? Seriously?”

He met your gaze only briefly before turning back to the windows and peeping out the curtain, “I need you to pack a bag. Change of clothes. Book probably too.”

Eyebrows pulling together in confusion you stared at the back of his head, “A book? Happy. What’s going on?”

“Club’s on lockdown.”

Your confusion only grew, “A lockdown? Jesus, Happy,” you dragged your hands over your face. “What does that have to do with me? Why do I have to get dragged away too.”

He turned and met your eyes properly then, “You know why.”

Breaking his stare you faced the carpet, “Happy… this is… fucking dumb. What the fuck happened? We have been done since months ago. I’m in no danger. In fact - I’m probably in more danger with you here.”

“I’m not arguing with you. Pack a bag. We’re going.”

This wasn’t supposed to be how your Saturday went. You had left these sorts of Saturdays in the past. The uncertainty, the danger, all of it had been left the day you left the man currently standing in your bedroom seven months ago.

With only a defeated sigh in response you shrugged, counting your losses and turned back to your drawers, pulling out a couple of changes of clothes and stuffing them into a nearby backpack.

When you turned back toward Happy you found him already staring your way. Quickly breaking eye contact you dramatically gestured out the bedroom door, “After you.”

He stared for a moment longer before moving out the door, you following diligently.

“Okay,” you started as you reached the front door, “I’ll meet you there.”

The speed at which Happy spun around to face you would almost be comical if it wasn’t for the death glare that graced his face, “Like hell. You’re coming with me.”

You threw your hands up in frustration, “Happy, c’mon! You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re coming with me.”

Taking a deep breath to stop whatever snarky remark that was about to escape your lips you nodded, “Fine. Whatever. Can I at least have breakfast before we go?”

“There’s food at the club. Let’s go.” WIthout another word he was out the door and striding toward his bike, leaving you to lock the door and tuck your key - both keys - away in the backpack. Following after the biker you grabbed the helmet from his outstretched hand and tugged it on.

You jumped in fright when the Harley roared to life, catching the way Happy’s shoulders jostled as he chuckled.

Sighing heavily at the situation you were faced with you begrudgingly climbed on behind your ex and secured your hands on his waist.

“You good?” he grunted over his shoulder.

“Just go.”

The wind rushing at you as Happy took off down the street felt like a thousand memories you had fought to forget just slapping you in the face all at once.

The smell of being on the Harley was something you hadn’t realised you’d come to miss. Was it the smell of the rubber? The fumes from the exhaust? The scent of the man in front of you?

No, it was definitely the fumes from the exhaust.

Pulling into the Teller Morrow lot was when the weight of what was happening really set in.

More bikes than usual were lined up at the ready, people with children were piling out of cars, sleeping bags in hand, and food was being unloaded left and right, with guns being handled ‘discreetly’ by the Sons.

It had been many months since you had stepped foot near the club. And just as many since you’d spoken to any of the Sons. Well, bar Juice who you’d seen at the store a few weeks back. To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

As Happy slowed to a stop, signalling for you to jump off before he backed his bike in line with the others, you swore you could feel a million eyes on you. It was as if everyone on the property was staring at you.

This wasn’t the case of course. With the feeling of danger and caution in the air everyone was worried about their own loved ones and whatever job they’d been given. Truth be told, you didn’t recognise a lot of the faces around you. So they sure as hell wouldn’t know you from a bar of soap.

Still, no matter the case, the anxiety pooled in your stomach.

Anxiety had always been present in your life. Making itself known first in high school and popping up every now and then when it felt like messing with you.

Happy seemed to pick up on your switch in mood, from angry to anxious and lightly spoke from behind, “Everybody’s busy doing their own thing. You don’t need to stop and talk, just head to the back rooms.”

You nodded at his words, eyes still locked on the scenes unfolding in front of you. You didn’t move until you felt the tattooed man nudge you slightly.

Sticking close to Happy, as much as you’d love to run in the opposite direction, you slowly made your way into the hectic clubhouse.

It was like stepping back in time, you’d done this exact thing multiple times with Happy, the lockdown. The children running wild inside, a group of hangarounds in the kitchen, families huddling nervously at the walls.

There had been a time when you’d have gone up to those families with a fresh pot of coffee and some baking, helping to reassure them that it would all be okay. How the tables turn.

As you peererd around you noticed the doors to chapel were open, Sons inside counting guns. Your eyes moved over the men, noting who you recognised, Tig, Bobby and Jax, and who must’ve been from other charters.

Seemingly feeling your gaze on him, Jax turned his head and caught your eyes. With not an ounce of shock or surprise in his stare, he nodded at you with a knowing tight-lipped smile, welcoming you back into this world of chaos.

It wasn’t until you finally reached Happy’s dorm that you let out a deep breath. It was quieter back here, mostly out of bounds unless you had the okay from the members, which you apparently did.

You pushed the door open and were once again hit with an alarming wave of nostalgia. Happy’s dorm looked exactly the same. It was relatively bare, but tidy.

It was too familiar. It felt too normal being back here. Like the last seven months hadn’t happened, like they didn’t matter.

You could feel yourself getting worked up and turned to face the man you had spent years loving.

He remained standing in the doorway, arms crossed, studying you from his spot.

“Why am I here, Happy? It’s been months. You just turn up at sunrise after months of no contact to play a knight in shining armour? I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t mean enough to you to warrant being here.”

He just stared at you in silence, like he knew you’d get pissed whether he answered or not.

“I’ve been trying to move on with my life!” You continued, now sitting on the edge of his bed, “I’ve been working so hard to forget everything between us. To forget the fucking club. I just - I just want a normal life. I want to be able to come home after work and relax with my partner. I want to complain about my boss. I want to get annoyed about the ads on TV. I want my biggest problem to be figuring out what’s for dinner each night.”

You took a deep breath and stared down at your lap before admitting, “I just want boring.”

Still frozen in his spot, Happy finally spoke up, “You’d hate boring.”

You gave a dry laugh at his response and looked up at him with defeated eyes, “So what then? I just have to stay stuck in this weird in between?”

A silence fell between you as your words hung in the air.

Relieved you’d been able to get those thoughts out of your system, you fell back onto Happy’s bed.

The silence lasted so long you wondered if you’d dozed off and he’d snuck out of the room when he spoke up, “Stay in here. I’ll send someone in with food later.”

You closed your eyes and listened as he turned and opened the door, ready to leave and do whatever the Sergeant at Arms does during a lockdown, noting the way his movement paused before he spoke again,

“I’m sorry I had to bring you back here.”

As he left and softly shut the door behind him, the first of your tears finally fell.

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ravennaortiz · 2 months

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21, 33, 30, 32, 15, 17 with Happy, please? Friends to lovers when they don't realize the other one actually means the flirting too at first

I love this idea and these prompts for our Happy! Lets see what magic I can whip up for ya! As always my stories are 18+!

21. Like what you see?

33. Are you blushing?

30. I need you

32. Your mine

15. Are you gonna kiss me or not

17.I love you

Friends to Lovers

"What?" you asked as you nervously bit your lip as you met Happys eyes in your mirror. You fiddled with the dress wandering if it was too much. "Hap I know you don't say much but damn can you say something? My anxiety is sky rocketing!" you stated as you spun around to face your friend with your hands on your hips.

Happy blinked and shrugged. "Looks like a dress" he replied trying not to act bothered that you were going on a date. You huffed before replying. "I meant do you like what you see?" you questioned as you spun around giving him a full view. Silently wishing he would grab you and kiss you.

"I'd fuck you in it" offered Happy as he shifted on your bed. "Before, during and after dinner if I was your date". The slight flush of your cheeks wasn't lost on him nor your wide eyed expression. Shit, I went too far. He thought to himself.

"Are you blushing?" he inquired like an idiot. "A simple yes or no would have worked" you replied ignoring his question entirely as you squeezed your thighs together trying to ignore the heat his words had brought. "I'm not a simple man" joked Happy as he watched you move to your bathroom where you started touching up your makeup.

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Excusing yourself from your date you made your way to the bathroom. All you could think about was what Happy had said to you earlier. Biting your bottom lip you pulled your phone out and shot him a simple text.

I need you.

Happy had been sitting on his bike in the parking lot of the restaurant when he got your message. He couldn't help but follow you when you went on dates. He took your safety seriously is what he always told himself but he knew it was because he was jealous. He wanted to be the man you put on tiny dresses for and ate dinner with.

***

"Your mine girl" groaned Happy a few minutes later as he slammed his hips into you making you clench around him as you desperately tried to suppress your moans. "Dont act shy now after you were begging me for this" growled Happy as he yanked your hands away from your mouth and changed his angle to hit that sweet spot inside just right. Curses and his name spilled from your lips as your release ripped through you.

"I love you" murmured Happy as his own release hit.

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crimsonheart01 · 2 years

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Why'd You Go Away? (Happy Lowman x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Happy will always be it for me. The number one, the first. What does it say about me that he’s my comfort character? Who knows, all I know is the Tacoma Killer is the character I run to for love and support. I didn’t think I had any more content for him in me, but here we are. This is filled with angst, hurt and comfort. There’s a lot of unresolved feelings in this one. Y’all know me, love to break my own heart and then leave it open to interpretation.

I took a very realistic approach to the relationship here and if you’re new to my Happy, he’s the dangerous and scary hitman for the club, but his run loves deep for his brothers and the women he chooses to let in.

I’m dedicating this to @thegirlwhowritesfics it’s here and ready to rip our hearts out, and to @thats-so-rhyan it’s no Red Lighter but y’know, same vibes. Figured you’d want to cry with me, and @scribbuluswrites because you’re always in my court and it’s Happy, so why wouldn’t I?

If you’re crying too, come hit me up because I still haven’t stopped and need someone to cry with me. Come hold me please! Word Count: 8.4k Playlist: Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, open casket funeral. ✨ If you are under 21, please do not interact.✨

“Never got the chance To say a last goodbye I gotta move on But it hurts to try” Dancing with your ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

The sun had already completely set as she merged off the freeway, entering the small town limits. Her eyes barely registered the welcome sign as she drove in. Nothing on the road changed with the years gone. Settling into the ingrained pathways, she functioned entirely on autopilot, mind blank as she navigated the old streets of her hometown. Her hands twisted and turned the wheel without any conscious effort of her own.

Bittersweet memories flashed before her eyes, watching in slow motion as each corner store, park, and side street showcased a black and white rendition of her youth. The tree she fell out of and broke her arm from at 12, still standing tall in the schoolyard. The diner where every graduation lunch or dinner had been held. The bar on Mainstreet where she drank too much too many times and called her brother to bring her back home.

It didn’t take long before she was driving down the empty street. All families tucked away in their homes and enjoying the evening together. Leaving her to navigate the night alone. She pulled to a stop, idling by the curb, staring out at her brother’s house. She gripped the steering wheel and swallowed. The lights were off which made sense, but it was jarring all the same. A house that had been full of life was now devoid of everything.

She exhaled, crushing the steering wheel with her hands, watching as her knuckles paled at the force. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against her hands and squeezed her eyes shut. If she stayed, would the chain of events have been different? Would they all still be here? Had she been the glue that kept them together? She clenched her teeth, opened her hands and pushed back. She let out a scream and slammed her hands against the wheel, cursing herself and everything that led to this moment.

With clenched teeth, she concentrated on her breathing, straightening her back and unfurling her fingers one by one. She remembered the days when the club was a fun and exciting adventure. None of them taking stock of the real toll it would take. Karma catching up with them. She missed the golden years. She missed the carefree and reckless way they were living. No fear of tomorrow or death. She reached forward and cut the engine off, pulling the keys from the ignition.

Grabbing the pack of cigarettes from the console, she pulled on the handle, shoved the door open and stood up. She wrapped her fingers around the top of the car door, pausing to take in the full expanse of the darkened house before her. Rounding the door, she popped it closed with a hip check and then took a step forward. Taking a smoke from her pack, she brought it up to her lips, followed by a lighter and inhaled. As she exhaled her first toke, she crossed her arms over her chest, staring into the nothingness.

A pang of guilt hit her heart as she stood there. She deliberately cut everyone off after losing Dad. Much like the last straw. Too many people were affected, and too many people lost. Their violence taking everyone away from her. But most of all, she hated herself for not trying harder. Maybe if she kept in touch she wouldn’t be one of the last ones standing. Or maybe if she actually tried to get to know his new wife better, they could have cancelled out the downward spiral. Maybe it was wishful thinking.

She hugged herself, thinking about the turmoil that the club had brought on her. Someone who wasn’t even affiliated, at least, not anymore. First, her brother took the fall for the group of them, ending up in prison for several years. That event planted the seed, the one that brought her around to thinking that they were no longer indestructible. It was salt in the wound as the club got rich while Ope was locked away. Donna was alone with the kids, Dad helping when he could but he had his own problems and then there was her, caught up in the throws of a man who was barely around.

She should have done better by Donna, but she was young and in love. Swept up in the whirlwind of her own biker love story. She sighed to herself. Losing Donna had been a rude awakening for them all. It became her catalyst, the one that had her cutting her ties with Charming and backing away from her own blossoming romance. The club continued to destroy and she couldn’t sit idly by. She didn’t want to run out on Opie, not when he was left alone with the kids, but she selfishly needed to put distance between herself and them.

There were only a handful of people she kept in touch with and even then it was mostly Dad and Ope. Opie understood her stance the most. In another life, she figured he would’ve followed her out, but he was in too deep at that point. When she got the call from Opie about Dad’s passing, it gutted her. She hadn’t been expecting to lose Dad to the same violence. He was already sick enough that she figured he’d be the one to go peacefully. Neither she nor Opie were the same after that.

She hadn’t known how bad things had gotten for Ope but it was soon after that that the calls between them dwindled to almost non-existent. The only times she heard from him is when she called to talk to the kids or when he let her know he was getting married again. For a moment, things seemed ok but then Opie started pulling back, caught in his own storm of issues. It was then that she probably should’ve come back, but hindsight was always 20/20.

She let out a quiet sigh, flicking the ash of her cigarette away when she heard the heavy footsteps coming across the asphalt. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His presence was palpable and she’d always been in tune with him. It didn’t matter how many years passed between them, she would always recognize him from his scent and gait alone.

“I thought you quit?” He commented, coming to stand directly beside her, facing the house.

She sighed, turning the smoke up to look at it before taking another pull, “I did.”

She heard the creak of his leather before she saw his hand appear in her line of vision, plucking the cigarette out of her fingers. She didn’t protest, only curled her arms in closer around her chest. She took a moment to steel her nerves before shifting to look up at him. Still a full head shorter than him. There were some things that would never change.

She watched the cherry of the cigarette glow brightly in the darkness as he took a pull from it. She counted the seconds that passed before he exhaled a stream of smoke, aiming it away from her. He lifted his other hand, switching the smoke between his fingers and then threw out his freed arm to drape it around her shoulders and dragged her closer to him.

She slammed her eyes shut to keep the tears at bay, rolled her lips together and burrowed into his side. He curled her in closer at her response, bringing her around to his front and squeezing her tight. Still her anchor. Still, the man to keep her grounded.

“You’ve been waiting for me.” She murmured against his shirt, turning her head to rest against his shoulder and staring up at the empty house.

It wasn’t a question, they both knew it was the truth. There was a time, when they were younger, that he promised he would always wait for her, and at this moment, knowing that he was dead serious then, meant more to her than she’d ever admit aloud.

She’d broken both their hearts when she left Charming behind. It didn’t matter that he was based out of another city, he was still a Son and she was running away from them. They’d been through more together than most knew. She wasn’t even sure if Opie knew everything and he’d been their closest confidant.

In the beginning, there had been a lot of vitriol passed between them when things fell apart and they both said things they wished they hadn’t. However, she was there when he was released from Stockon. She never came back to Charming and refused to even step foot over the county lines, but she found a loophole for him. That moment started a long routine of running back to each other when things were rough. They were each other’s foundation. It didn’t matter how far apart they were, they gravitated toward each other.

She never lost his number, and he never gave up hers. She was the first person to know when he was deciding to go Nomad, and then when he patched over to Charming. He was the first one to know about the program she’d been accepted into and when she graduated. It didn’t matter how many years, or how far the distance, there was never any love lost between them.

It was unfortunate that they’d never be able to truly be together, their lives on opposite spectrums. Doomed to run parallel to each other and never cross over or meet. Their opposing opinions of the club forced a wedge between them. However, she’d choose to have him as her best friend over anything less, every day.

He looked down at his hand, flicking away the ashes of the shared cigarette. He elicited one curt nod, more to himself than anything before turning to press his nose into her hair and leaving a kiss on the tip of her head.

“Knew you’d show up sooner or later.”

She melted into the small token of affection, uncurling her arms from her chest and turning to slip them under his kutte and press herself snug against him. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted as he dropped the smoke onto the ground and snuffed it out under his boot before properly circling his arms around her and holding her firmly.

~(SOA)~

He settled into the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. He doubted he’d get any real sleep that night. He stared up at the black ceiling, trying to do his best to forget how sad she looked. Ope was gone. Her entire family was taken away by the club. He hated to admit it, and it didn’t matter how much it still hurt to this day, she wasn’t wrong when she turned her back and left them. She was protecting herself, and her heart, even if she needed to break all of theirs in the process.

He lied to himself for years, saying that he’d never forgive her, or understand. But, the truth of the matter was that he knew she made the right choice. They were nothing but a liability to her. She may be the love of his life, but he could never live with himself if he held her back. Kept her in Charming, or associated with the club. His eyes burned and he blinked away the dryness.

SAMCRO had a way of destroying the women aligned with them. That much was true. Luann and Donna killed in retaliation. Gemma chewed up by the grind, kidnapped and assaulted. Lyla widowed with three children to take care of. Tara’s career as a surgeon still up in the air after her injury. Were any of these fates he wished upon her? Not in the least. He may have hated not being the man to keep her protected and safe, but the reality was she was safer and better protected far away from him. He ignored the irony of that thought.

In a way, he felt as though this loss was his fault. He hadn’t done a good enough job looking out for their brother. Or the rest of the club. Everything was turning to shit. They were all caught up in an internal war, fighting between loyalties and who held the upper hand. He never thought he’d see the day when the mother charter was falling apart. There was a moment where he considered going Nomad again, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t abandon his brothers now. Not when they needed the solidarity the most.

Granted, he understood the repercussions of choosing the life he was living, but he couldn’t help but be reminded that it wasn’t only the club that felt the blowback when someone was taken away from them. Regardless if it was from infighting or from an enemy. Not to mention he’d spent the majority of his time with the club, either Tacoma, Nomad or Charming, with one job to perform and he did it well. A career path not generally taken by most and he didn’t hate it, but on nights like these, he considered that he could be hurting more people than just those he was paid to take out.

He operated under the same notion as everyone else. You didn’t get into this life to live a long one. You entered into this life to live a good one. That was the payoff. Live long or live good. There was no alternative. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been given opportunities to choose the honest life, but there was nothing there for him. He excelled in his current career, he had a knack for it. However, his skills as a hitman didn’t translate well into everyday life.

He was torn from his thoughts as his ears perked up at the sound of the bedroom door creaking. He paused, listening harder to the silence of the house. After a long pause, he heard her footsteps padding down the hall. He counted them and held his breath when she reached the bathroom door. When her approach didn’t stop there he knew she was coming straight to him. He remained still, closing his eyes for a minute and remained still, for fear of startling her.

He hadn’t been able to let her go earlier and offered her his bed to sleep in. He had no idea how long she’d be in town. He doubted she’d stick around for long, especially now when she’d had her family ripped away from her. If he hadn’t been able to convince her all those years ago, he’d never find a way to get her to stay now. Selfishly, he wanted her to stay. Move in with him, take over his spaces with all her things, and have her decorate his barren walls. He knew it was nothing but a pipe dream but on a night like tonight, he let himself indulge.

Her footsteps came to a stop next to him. He turned his head to see her silhouette in the darkness, her face angled down, looking at him. Her arms were tightly hugging herself and he felt the sorrow dripping off her. Without a word exchanged between them, he uncrossed his arms and she crawled over him, snuggling herself between him and the back of the couch. He turned onto his side, sliding one arm under her neck and the other over her waist to engulf her in his embrace. She didn’t say anything, only pressed her cheek flush against his bare chest.

No one had ever fit in his hold like her and no one else ever would. He’d come to terms that she was bound to move on and start a life without him, but she would always be it for him. He wasn’t interested in anyone else. Not after all this time. There was only one woman who knew him, and who owned his heart, and she was here, tucked in his arms, where she belonged. For now.

He felt as the floodgates opened and his grip on her tightened, gathering her in as close as humanly possible. She broke down, finally letting herself grieve. He clenched his teeth as she sobbed against him, her fingers clutching at him, her nails digging into his back. He hated when she cried. He never knew how to handle it, but he’d never turn her away. He may not have the words, but he would hold her for as long as she needed him.

There weren’t many moments where he felt helpless, but in this one, he knew he had nothing substantial to offer. Nothing more than a warm embrace to feign keeping her together. He desperately hoped it was enough to console her but wouldn’t disillusion himself by pretending that it was. He would weather any storm for her, especially this one. He reached down to the throw down by his hips and tugged it up, over both of them.

With his teeth still clenched, the tick in his jaw became more pronounced as she continued to let it all go. It was little solace to him that he knew he was her safe place, the one to always catch her if she fell. He wished it wasn’t his association, his brotherhood, that was the cause of her pain but it was par for the course. Somewhere deep in his heart of hearts, he was glad she got out. That she hadn’t been subjected to the same bleak path as women of the club. While she may have lost her family to them, she hadn’t lost herself and that was more than he could say for himself.

Not long after she’d gone quiet, her breathing levelled out and he could confidently assume she’d fallen asleep. He loosened his hold on her, instead letting his hands slip under the shirt he leant her to sleep in and lay his palms flat against her back. He knew he didn’t have her back for long and wanted to soak in as much as he could. The simple pleasure of having her here, in his house, wearing his clothes, reminded him of simpler times. When there was nothing but the open road before them.

He wished things had turned out different. That their paths weren’t fated to never cross. If only he could give her the life she deserved. He was nothing more than a hindrance to her. Loving her from afar was the best option for her. Closing his eyes, he settled, preparing to spend the on the stiff sofa. He wouldn’t dare upset her more by waking her to move her to his bed. All either of them needed right now was each other.

Drifting off into a light slumber, he pressed a chaste kiss to her temple, lingering several seconds too long before angling his head up to rest comfortably against the armrest.

“I love you, Girl,” He murmured against her hair, “Always have, always will.”

~(SOA)~

Happy led the way into the clubhouse while she followed close behind. They both donned dark sunglasses, the bright Californian sunshine seemingly sacrilegious on a day like this. She wished she was coming back to this place under better pretenses. She stepped across the threshold, Happy standing inside, his hand flat on the door and his arm extended to keep it open for her. The light from outside illuminated the short entryway. She couldn’t help but notice the stark shadow her body caused. Stepping up next to Happy, he let the door go, allowing it to close on its own.

She hesitated as she stood there, frozen and staring at the Chapel’s opened doors. The only room she’d never been allowed in. Their church. Where only brothers were welcomed. She pushed the sunglasses up, the reality of the situation sinking in, seeping deep into her bones. The casket visible to her from here. There was no denying it now. His fate set in stone. Her brother. Her big brother. Was gone.

Happy didn’t rush her, standing diligently at her side. The tears spilled over, streaking down her cheeks. Her hands went numb as she lifted them, to swipe across her face. Sniffling quietly, battling herself for composure, she took one step forward, then another, and then another. Until, in no time, she was across the bar and stepping directly into the Chapel.

There, laid out against black silk, was her big brother. She lifted the back of her hand to her nose and sniffed, the tears flooding her vision. She bowed her head. All the energy drained from her at that moment. Nothing left in her. No anger, no sorrow. She curled her hand around the lip of the casket and dug her nails into the wood. Her heart shattered as she tried to call back his laugh and came up short. She’d never hear it again. She’d never see his smile again. He would never be on the other end of the line again.

She suddenly felt lost, without a course forward. Where did she go from here? Back up north? To what? A regular 9 to 5 job. To a simple apartment? What was left? What was the purpose of every decision she made in life that led her to this moment? Were they worth it? Had they made her life better? Wasn’t this the outcome she was trying to avoid? The one she was running away from.

A scuff of shoes against the floor alerted her to a new presence behind her. She looked up and locked eyes with the baby blues of Jackson Teller. There was a brief moment of surprise as he registered her standing there but then nodded. She saw the procession of men collecting behind him and knew it was time.

Both her and Jackson stepped forward, closer to each other. As they were brushing past the other, they both reached out and caught each other’s forearms. With a quick flex of their fingers, they acknowledged the grief and solidarity with each other and then continued in the opposite directions. She entered the bar to a current of whispers. She felt foreign eyes on her and she had to scan the room for familiar faces.

Her saving grace came in the form of the Matriarch, Ms. Gemma Teller. She reached out and beckoned her over. She realized that the petite blonde standing next to her was Lyla, Opie’s wife. Having recognized her from the few pictures she’d seen. Their eyes met for a moment, both expressions an echo of each other. Empty. Gemma pulled her in closed as Jax ordered the crew to cover the casket before it was lifted and carried out into the main room.

They raised the casket of their fallen brother high above their heads, everyone tipping their drinks in offering. They were silent for a minute, in memoriam of Opie then Jax pushed forward, Bobby, Tig, Chibs, Happy, and a new member she didn’t recognize following behind. Gemma fell into line behind the boys, Lyla on her other side and then hooked her arm through hers.

More members followed after them, creating a grand procession out into the lot. She didn’t possess the capacity to feel anymore as she watched his club slide his casket into the hearse. However, while the emotions in her may have disappeared, the tears hadn’t. She let them fall freely, her hands hanging limp at her sides. All the boys backed away, falling into the crowd surrounding the vehicle. Happy fit himself on her free side, his shoulder millimetres away from hers.

Gemma gave her a forearm a pat before letting go and turning in closer to Lyla, crossing her arm across her midsection to wrap around Lyla’s wrist. An offer in solidarity. A note that she still had someone to ground her. Someone to support her. Something brushed against her arm, a gentle stroke, breaking her eye contact with the gentle moment between the Matriarch and an Old Lady. She refused to acknowledge the lump in her throat, a split second of shame at herself for running away. There was a time when she would’ve given anything to be an Old Lady, under the tutelage of the original one. The one who set the standard for any of those to come.

She flicked her gaze down to where Happy’s arm was lightly pressed against hers. Without a second thought, she slipped her fingers between his and squeezed tightly. It may not have ever been official between them but the sentiments had always been there. No one else had ever compared to him. Another thing Charming ruined for her. She would never be able to settle for anything less than a Son. Damned to be alone forever as she refused to let herself become like Lyla, Gemma, or Luann. Or any other woman who married into the club, only to have their partner violently taken away from them.

Jax slamming the hearse door shut snapped her attention back to the present. As if on cue, everyone backed away. She pressed in closer to Happy, as they moved with the crowd. He may not be outwardly affectionate but he used his presence to reassure her, remind her that he was always there for her. She pressed her shoulder into Happy, thanking the crowd for keeping their connection discreet. No one else would notice their close proximity, not unless they were specifically looking for it.

Jax stood at the helm, watching as the vehicle backed out, adjusted course and drove away. The main group remained still, staring off into the distance while the less familiar started to break off and step back into the clubhouse. One by one, they all retreated, stopping to embrace Jax, then Lyla, then Gemma, and lastly her.

She’d forgotten how much love these men had for each other and their brother’s families. It didn’t matter that half of them had a less than stellar opinion of her. It didn’t matter what they thought about her leaving Charming. Right now all that mattered was that she was here. They continued to offer their condolences and support. A true definition of the word family.

Happy hung back, keeping close and waited until he was the last one left. It wasn’t until Jackson turned around, moving to approach his mother when Happy stepped forward. If Jax was surprised by Happy’s lingering, it didn’t show in his expression. Heads bowed together, Happy murmured his condolences to his President and then broke away, meeting with Gemma and then Lyla. Leaving her for last.

He didn’t make a big statement, both of them recalling the night before. He wrapped her up in a quick hug, pressing her close to him for a few seconds before letting go. He backed away, turning towards the clubhouse and she lifted her arms up to wrap around herself, trying to stifle the cold creeping in now that he was no longer near.

She kept to herself as Jackson laid his forehead against his mother’s, both thankful to still have one another. Murmuring quiet condolences to one other. Breaking apart, Gemma approached her while Jax moved to pull Lyla into a hug. Gemma’s hand circled around her wrist and she glanced up at the woman, tears welling in both their eyes. They nodded to one another, neither trusting themselves not to fall apart. Gemma backed away, waiting for Lyla.

She turned back to the open gate of the compound. The hearse was gone, and so was Opie. She stared into the dark street beyond, lost to herself for a few moments. It wasn’t until Jax stepped into her line of vision that she was broken from her melancholy. She swallowed as she looked up at him, both of them echoing the same hurt in their expressions. She was the one to pull Jackson in, opening her arms and whipping them around him. He bowed his head down, pressing his forehead on her shoulder and clutching his arms around her middle.

“He missed you,” Jax mumbled, “We all did.”

She thought she was numb to any more emotions but Jax’s muttered words shattered her heart and her knees buckled. She clung to Jackson, her breathing heavy and tears free falling. There wasn’t anyone in this world closer to Opie than Jax. They were brothers in more than just the club. He was family in everything but blood. Her bonus extra big brother. She had no idea how he was coping but she wasn’t really coping either. Both of them broken by losing their oldest friend.

They squeezed one other, acknowledging the pain they were both feeling before straightening up and breaking apart. They stood staring at one another, neither knowing what to say. Something over her shoulder caught Jackson’s attention and she turned to see none other than Tara Knowles standing at the back end of the compound. She laid a hand on Jax’s arm and patted it before breaking off and making her way back to the clubhouse.

~(SOA)~

When she reentered the clubhouse, there was a lot more chatter and some low-playing music than there had been before. With a glance around, she could see that they were now celebrating Ope’s life instead of mourning his death. Her heart constricted in her chest, a mixture of sorrow and a secondary emotion she wasn’t ready to acknowledge, feeling it too early to be anything more than sad. She steered clear of the bigger group, opting to sit over on the couch and watch from afar.

While she wasn’t ready to fully participate, she was perfectly content to be here surrounded by the people who knew her brother best. The ones who loved him even at his worst. Something that she wasn’t sure she could say about herself at the moment. She smiled faintly to herself as her eyes roamed the room, seeing all the members pouring out their drinks in her brother’s memory. In her perusal, she caught Happy’s eye.

He tilted his head at her in question, asking her if she was ok. She gave him a subtle nod, letting him know that she was good. For now. He nodded back and then gave his attention back to the conversation he was a part of. While she sat on the couch, keeping to herself, a few people found their way over to her, offering their sympathies and then striking up superficial conversation. She entertained it all, thankful for the reprieve of distraction it gave her.

At some point, Lyla found her. It was an awkward beginning but as the minutes past, their stilted conversation become much more friendly. Lyla reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together and admitting that she wished they’d gotten to know each other better before today. Relief rolled off of her at the confession and agreed. She wished she’d been more available to her, Opie and the kids.

The two of them sat together, crying, laughing and smiling. Lyla filled her in on all the good things she’d missed in the last few years, while in turn, she filled Lyla in on all the shenanigans Opie used to get up to as a kid and teen.

“Mind if I cut in?” Gemma asked, settling herself in the chair next to them.

Both her and Lyla regarded Gemma, sensing the shift in energy coming from the woman. She knew she was about to get an earful, and she only hoped that Gemma kept herself contained. She wasn’t sure she could handle the Matriarch coming down on her full force.

“How long are you in town for?” She asked, knowing full well she wasn’t going to get an answer that she deemed appropriate.

She licked her lips, meeting Gemma’s gaze head-on, “I’m leaving tomorrow. Right after he’s been buried.”

Gemma’s eyes narrowed and Lyla took this as her invitation to leave. Silently, and without any fanfare, Lyla got up and walked across the bar, leaving her alone with the Matriarch.

“That’s it then?” Gemma questioned, “Roll into town when someone dies and then take off again before their body is even cold? Do you care about anyone other than yourself?”

She felt as the rage ripped through her at Gemma’s words but swallowed it down, knowing how she worked. She was only looking out for her own, the club, her boys. She couldn’t fault her for wanting the best for them.

“There’s nothing here for me,” She said, “Hasn’t been for a while.”

Gemma scoffed, “What about the boys? You’re just going to leave your nephews high and dry? Not even their own flesh and blood aunt to stick by them after losing their dad?”

She sighed, “I’ll always be here for the kids, Gemma and Lyla has all my information. I’m not leaving them behind.”

Gemma shook her head, unimpressed with her answers. She flicked the nails of her thumb and index finger together before leaning in closer.

Dropping her voice into a stage whisper, Gemma hissed, “And Hap? You’re just going to break his heart again? When he needs you the most?”

She gulped, closing her eyes and gripping the armrest tightly. She knew Gemma was trying to get a reaction out of her. She wanted her to lose control. Something to show her that she was getting under her skin.

“Happy and I haven’t been together for a long time now, Gem. You know that.” She broke eye contact with Gemma to find the man in question, admiring his side profile from across the room, “He made his choice and I made mine. We want different things, and that’s ok. It doesn’t mean I love him any less.”

Gemma inhaled, not prepared for my confession. She was prepped for a fight, one that she would’ve indulged in as a younger woman. But, not today. Not with how everything had turned out. It was somber but it was the truth. Gemma stared at her for a long moment, a conflict of emotions crossing her features. In the end, the older woman chose to be accepting to their predicament.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, baby.” Gemma muttered, her gaze flicking between Happy and the woman sitting across from her.

Neither of them had anything to add to the conversation and they let it die out. Gemma relaxed in the chair, turning to speak with another Son who’d stopped by to top up her drink. The night blurred together, Happy being the only slice of clarity for her. After tomorrow, there really was nothing left in Charming for her. Happy would always choose the club first, and she didn’t fault him on that. When they were younger she did, but she understood why he was loyal to them. She didn’t like it but she respected it.

They were two completely different people but both headstrong and opinionated. This is where he belonged, among those who cared for him the most.

~(SOA)~

The morning blew by in a whirlwind, none of them taking full stock of what was happening around them. All of them going through the motions but not really acknowledging the implications of the day. He’d stuck close by her all morning, making himself available to her whenever and however she needed it. He caught the looks Gemma shot over at them, and the way Jax always left enough room for him to stand near. He ignored them completely. Acting as if he didn’t know what they were doing, or why they were looking.

Before long, they all found themselves back at TM preparing to go on with their respective days. He curled his hands into fists, knowing that this was it. Their final goodbye. He knew it was coming but nothing could have prepared him for the actual moment. He didn’t hover as she said her goodbyes. All brief but some tearful, others with half smiles. He kept himself off to the side, leaning against the picnic table, watching but staying away.

Their era was coming to an end, he could sense it. He didn’t want it to be true but this was it. This was the moment where they made the final decision. Choose each other, or move on. Too soon she had started walking towards her car. Her steps slow and steady, as if she was prolonging her exit. Jackson came to stand next to him, keeping silent but Happy knew why he chose to stand with him. Jax was imploring him to at least say a final farewell. Not to let her go without saying his piece.

Happy inhaled deeply before pushing forward, following behind her. He knew every eye was on him, soon them, but he found he didn’t care. He couldn’t let her leave yet. Not without making himself clear. She pausesd when she heard his footsteps coming up behind her and she cast a glance over her shoulder. When she registered that it was him, she stopped, turning around to face him.

He continued forward until he was standing directly in front of her, staring down at her while she tipped her head up to look up at him. He reached out, resting one hand around her side, and leaned her back against the door of her car. She blinked owlishly up at him, unclear about his intentions. He leaned in, ducked his down and captured her lips with his. Damned be everyone watching right now. He didn’t care what they had to say.

She gasped against his mouth on contact but fell into him, her hands snaking up his torso to clutch at the lapels of his kutte. She tugged, lining her body against his and gave as good as she got. He reached for her with his free hand, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her forward. The flame between them no longer simmering but in a full blaze while they came to terms with their ending.

All to soon, they were breaking apart, panting. He pressed his forehead against hers and they both opened their eyes to meet each other’s gazes. He noted the wetness welling in the corners of her eyes and in a momnet of true affection, he lifted his thumb to run across her undereye, catching as many tears as he could. She blinked several times, sniffling and covered her mouth with her hand to hide her anguish.

His fingers scratched lightly back and forth on the back of her neck. He wasn’t expecting her to say anything to him, aside from a goodbye. He was content with this. At least both of them still well aware that nothing had changed between them. He watched as she took a deep, centering breath and then crept up onto her tiptoes, brushing her nose against his.

“I love you Happy Lowman,” She murmured, “I always will.”

His hold on her tightened for a brief moment at her confession. His gaze poured into hers, searching for an opening but all he found was resignation. He nodded his understanding. Neither was willing to drop their choices. Still at odds on that front. He slid his hand up and down her side, memorizing the feeling of her figure in his hands.

When he backed away, he was overcome with a wash of cold air. Raw to the world around him. A void growing deeper within his chest.

He walked back up towards the clubhouse, Jackson holding out a hand to stop him. He fought the growl wanting to erupt in his chest and regarded his President with a glare. Jax raised an eyebrow at him, the question clear in his face.

Happy tore his gaze away from Jackson and glowered at the Reaper logo adorning their clubhouse, “I can’t give her the life she deserves.”

Happy chose not to acknowledge Jackson’s shock response because knew what he was thinking. The proof was right there for everyone to see. Everyone knew there was a long history between them but none had fully understood why it never worked out. Not when it was so clear that they were still madly in love with one another. However, his response cut through all the bullshit and showed Jackson exactly what was keeping them apart.

Happy glanced over at Jax when his arm dropped and he watched as his statement resonated with him. He knew about the life he was trying to plan with Tara. The one where they got out, where he went straight. The only difference between him and Jax, was that he was willing to let the love of his life walkaway while Jackson couldn’t. It didn’t make either of them a better man, it only put their choices into perspective.

~(SOA)~

She took her time rolling away from the compound. She kept glancing back in her rearview to watch Happy watching her drive away. She swallowed thickly, and turned down the street, making her way towards the freeway. She kept looking back to try and catch a glimpse of TM but once she turned the next corner, it was gone from view entirely.

Unable to see the clubhouse anymore struck a deep-rooted panic within her. She broke down into hysterical sobs, the force strong enough to call her attention away from the road and causing her to swerve. She overcorrected, pulling herself completely off the road and parked haphazardly against the nearest curb.

She laid her head against the steering wheel, hollering with sorrow. How had it all come down to this? Where did everything go wrong? What led them all down this path? If she could go back in time, she’d have forced them all to come with her. Start somewhere new together. Create something of their own instead of following the tired small-town storyline.

She pushed back, gripping the wheel until she could hear the material rub with the stress of her hands. She pulled one hand back and wiped furiously at her tears. She nodded to herself, forcing herself to stay angry instead of crying. Once her vision cleared of her tears, she threw the car back into gear and maneuvered her way out of her parking spot.

She hit the highway in no time and ignored the leaving Charming sign as she drove past it. There was nothing charming about that town and it would remain in her rearview permanently.

~(SOA)~

It took years for them to successfully get themselves out of the life, transitioning to a bonafide group of motorcycle enthusiasts and nothing more. He never pictured his life taking this turn, resigned to being the hardened criminal for the rest of his days. He didn’t know what life looked like with crime. He wasn’t entirely sure who he was, not really, not anymore.

He veered off the main road and onto a quiet, suburban side street. The houses were almost identical, with only three varieties of architecture down the lane. Every third one repeating the pattern. He was a stark contrast to the cookie-cutter neighbourhood. A disruption to the sheltered residents. He didn’t have to see the people to feel their eyes on him. He knew they were there, hiding away and watching from afar.

For the first time in longer than he could remember, he wondered if he should have left the Harley behind. For the first time, he was cognizant that his presence may reflect badly on her. He growled at himself, unsure of where this uncertainty had been born. He was the Tacoma Killer. He was a Son. He didn’t care what the general public thought of him. Their opinions didn’t matter.

Ignoring the directions his thoughts were trying to take him, he began counting the house numbers. Odds on the left evens on the right. He scanned through them, looking for any familiar identifiers. Something that made it hers. Something that signalled to him that she lived there. Low and behold, he spotted her old beater in the driveway. Standing out against all the high end SUVs and minivans of the surrounding houses.

He couldn’t fight the smirk that grew on his mouth, seeing that some things really didn’t change. He knew there was a perfectly fixed up old muscle car hidden away in her garage but seeing that she still deferred to the beat up ford made him smile. He pulled up to the curb, idling. He took stock of the house before him. It matched all the rest on the street, but there was a little extra pull from it. A certain air surrounding it that told him she was here, that this was hers. He couldn’t place what it was, but this was her house.

He killed the engine, the sound causing the typical chatter of the neighbourhood to filter back in. Birds chirped from the treetops, sprinklers clicked to life in several yards, and the sound of children’s laughter rang through. He pulled the paper with her address on it from his pocket, staring at the number and then up at the house.

He was in the right place. Now all he needed to do was walk up the walkway, up to the front door and knock. He folded the paper closed and tucked it back away in his jeans pocket. He wondered if Lyla had given her a heads up, but that didn’t seem likely. Lyla wasn’t one to get actively involved in other people’s business. She only gave him the tools to find her and then left it up to him to take action. Alternatively, he never mentioned to anyone that he was headed out. Virtually no one knew where he was or why.

Itching for a cigarette, his fingers twitched but he stretched them out. He’d been doing well with his quitting. He was already a few months in and the cravings were mostly gone, except for in high-stress situations. Much like the one he was currently in, at his own implication. He couldn’t turn around now. He wasn’t a coward. If she turned him away then he’d leave without contest. She held all the cards. All decisions were in her hands. She was running this show, whether she knew it or now.

He trudged up the driveway, drifting onto the small walkway up to her entryway. He scanned the porch, noting the few décor items that made it her own. He lifted his fist to the door, poised to knock when he noticed the doorbell. Was there a certain etiquette about using one over the other that he wasn’t aware of? Shaking his head he rapped his knuckles against the door, making his choice.

He pulled back a full step, staring forward and slipping his hands into his pockets. He listened carefully, noting that there was movement coming from inside. He heard a muffled shout but couldn’t make out the words and then the flip of the lock. The door opened with a whoosh of air being suctioned forward into the house.

Her head was tilted, holding a phone between her ear and shoulder. There was a welcoming smile on her mouth as she turned her face up to greet him. He assumed she thought he was a neighbour, or possibly a delivery guy, but when she registered that it was him, everything stopped. She straightened her head, staring straight up at him and caught the phone as it fell from her shoulder. Her smile didn’t disappear but the warmth behind it faded into hesitation.

“Lyla gave me your address.” He mumbled, giving her all the details from the start.

She nodded, mulling over the information and the fact that he was standing on her doorstep. A tinny voice sounded from her left hand and she startled, shifting her eyes down to her phone. She blinked rapidly a few times, realizing she forgot she’d been talking to someone.

She lifted the phone to her ear, her eyes finding his again, “Hey, I’ll give you a callback, ok? Something - uh - something came up.”

He couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation and he doubted that she did either. Within the next few seconds, she was murmuring non-committal noises, lifting the phone away from her ear and tapping the screen to end the call. They stood in silence, neither of them sure what the next move to make was.

He wasn’t sure what to say. No explanation seemed good enough, not considering everything they’d been through in their lives. He braced himself for her to turn him away, he knew he deserved it. So, he waited in his patented silence, knowing that he didn’t have anything extra of worth to contribute. She knew why he was here. She was everything to him. Always had been. Always will be. His only hope now was that that still rang true for her too. If he was too late - well then - that was on him for not stepping up when he had the chance.

She took a deep breath and then stepped to the side, pushing the door open wide and allowing him the space to pass through. “Do you want to come inside?”

He let out a breath he hadn’t known that he was holding and nodded. He took one step forward before he was stopped abruptly as she ran forward into him, throwing her arms around him. His arms came up around her automatically, one hand resting on the back of her head, the other across her back. His left foot slid back, keeping them balanced with the force of her embrace.

He felt her shoulders shake against him and he closed his eyes, hoping beyond all hope that she wasn’t crying. He never wanted her to cry again, not because of him. Not when he’d been the source of those tears for far too long. If she let him, he’d spend the rest of his life making up for it all.

He felt, and heard, the shuddering breath she took in. Her arms tightened around him and he dipped his head down, pressing his cheek to the crown of her head and echoing her sentiments with his body language. His hold on her tighter than a few seconds before. He closed his eyes, getting lost in the moment. It didn’t matter how much time was lost between them, they always found their way back.

He hoped that this time, it was permanent.

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The Nanny

When babysitting your neighbor's kid, trouble seems to find you.

Author's Note: SOA AU - No Tara, Clay, or Gemma. Trigger warning for violence! This was supposed to be up for Valentine's Day, but as you can see... that wasn't the case lmao.

Charming, California is one of those picture perfect little towns where everyone tries to be prim and proper, and act like their shit doesn't stink. And in the short time that you've lived here, you quickly realized that the law-abiding citizens hated the fact that Charming was home to a MC, the Sons of Anarchy.

It doesn't bother you to see them riding down the streets as you're out and about, but you do find it hilarious that a majority of the locals either gasp in outrage upon seeing the bikers or avoid them at all costs. You find the bikers very easy-going, but then again the club president is your neighbor.

Jax Teller had taken it upon himself to introduce himself when you were moving in, carrying boxes for you and flashing a rather charming smile as he pumped you for information about yourself. You knew what he was doing, and it was rather laughable, but you had nothing to hide and were a rather boring person, so you gave the information freely. Between the two of you, he was more interesting as a MC president whereas you stayed home and lived off the money your brothers made. Jax seemed interested in what your brothers did for a living that they were able to provide you with the life you have, but you explained they made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile. You helped them with scheduling, but they still did a majority of the work.

Finding out Jax has a son (Abel) makes your heart warm towards the biker, and then warm up to the club when his brothers visit every now and then. Juice was really just a goofball when he wasn't doing business for the club, Chibs was a secret sweetheart, Tig was a little crazy, Happy was hard to read, but it was Opie who was the most normal of the bunch.

You settle into your home quite nicely, working from your little office when your brothers need help to prevent any scheduling conflicts. Then in your downtime, you either have a book in hand or waste time on your gaming system. Jax and his brothers have been over a couple of times, drinking a beer to wind down or eating whatever leftovers you happen to have after you've already eaten.

This morning, however, you've just finished making breakfast when there's a knock at your front door. With a strip of bacon in hand, you answer the door and are surprised to see Jax and his son Abel standing there.

"What's up, Teller?"

He immediately smiles and your eyes narrow. "I hate to do this on such short notice, but my nanny canceled. Do you think you could watch Abel for the day?"

You glance down at the blonde boy, shrugging. "Is he cool staying with me?"

Jax glances down and nudges his son, but Abel merely asks, "Do you have more bacon?"

You open the door wider as you chuckle. "Sure, kid. You want some eggs and hashbrowns too?"

"Yum."

Abel walks into your house without a care in the world and you meet Jax's amused gaze. "So are there any rules I should abide by? Are you one of those dad's that limits screen time or bans sugar?"

"Nope and nope. No allergies either."

"Cool."

"Thank you. I owe you."

As Jax starts to walk down your porch steps, you say, "I'm a slut for food, Teller. Bribe me with food and I'll say yes to anything."

"Anything?" He peers over his shoulder and arches an eyebrow. You scowl at him.

"Almost anything."

Jax laughs. "Don't cook tonight then. I'll bring some cheeseburgers and fries from this diner that makes pretty good food."

"Alright."

. .

When Jax returns later that night, Chibs and Happy follow after learning he was picking up food from the diner. What surprised them, however, was that while Jax parked in his driveway, he started taking the food to his neighbors house. But Chibs, nor Happy, said a word and followed their president with their own food when he didn't protest.

Jax is poised to knock on the door when he hears, "Don't you- don't you dare do it, kid. If you do it, I will personally wait until you turn seventeen to kick your little ass." The words give Jax pause because what the actual fuck! But then Abel's giggling makes him grin.

"Did she just threaten to kick Abel's ass, Jackie?" Chibs wonders, smirking.

"I think so."

"No, no, no! You blue-shelled me?! You're like two. How do you even know how to play this?!" Jax snorts and finally knocks. The trash talking suddenly ceases before… "It's open! If you're friendly, welcome! If not, I got a little ankle biter in here and I'm not afraid to sic him on you!"

Jax laughs some more and enters the house, walking to where he hears all the commotion. Walking into the living room, he can't help but smile at the sight of YN and Abel sitting side by side on the couch, attention focused on the TV where they're apparently playing Mario Kart.

"You bring the goods, Teller?"

"Burgers and fries as promised."

"You are currently my favorite Teller." Still your attention is on the TV, your trash talking his kid being kept very polite all of a sudden. Jax, Chibs, and Happy have no idea what's going on, but suddenly one of the characters is spinning out because of a banana peel and then Abel's giving a long, suffering sigh as the other character passes the finish line. "Yes!" You jump up, pointing down at Abel. "Sucks to suck, kid. Now come on. Your pop's got the goods."

When you finally look up at Jax, you momentarily freeze when you see Chibs and Happy there as well. "Oh. Hey, guys. Kitchen's this way."

Everyone follows you into the kitchen and you immediately grab drinks from the fridge. When you turn around, Jax is divvying up some food for himself, Abel, and you. You pass out the beers to the men and you have cans of Sprite for yourself and Abel. Then as you take the last remaining available seat since Jax kept Abel on his lap, you thank Jax for the food before digging in.

"So did you have fun today?" Jax asks his son.

"Yeah. I got to color and watch TV and play games."

Jax glances at you and you shrug. "I made do. I would have gone to the store to pick up some stuff for him, but I didn't know if you'd feel comfortable with me taking him anywhere."

"I appreciate that."

"So what about you? Is your nanny good or will you need another favor?"

"Uh, she actually might be out for a few more days."

You nod. "I can do it. Is it cool if I take him to the store with me tomorrow morning? I forgot how much little kids snack throughout the day."

"Yeah. I have an extra car seat you can use and I'll leave you some cash."

"Nah. Don't even worry about it. I'll be snacking with him, so I can front the bill."

But still, cash ends up thrown onto the table from both Chibs and Jax. You have a feeling it'd be useless to argue, so you say nothing.

After dinner, Jax helps you clean up before they all take their leave. He tells Abel to tell you goodbye and your heart absolutely melts when you crouch down, and Abel hugs you.

You visibly melt as you hug the little boy back and then pull back to tweak his nose. "Okay, you're officially my favorite Teller again."

Abel smiles at you as Jax laughs and then you bid everyone goodbye at the door.

Abel ends up preferring your company to that of his nanny, so Jax ends up splitting his son's time between the nanny at his house and you at your own house when you have nothing going on.

On this particular day, after a lunch of sandwich and chips, you and Abel are lounging in a kiddie pool right in the middle of your front yard. You even went as far to put up a canopy to have the pool half in the shade and half in the sun, and are soaking in a sports bra and a pair of black tights that look like shorts.

You're sitting in the shade, sipping on a juice box as Abel stands on the other side playing with water blasters. You hear the rumble of a motorcycle, unsurprised to have Jax checking in.

As the blonde walks up, you smile innocently as he laughs. "Where did the pool come from?"

"The store." You shrug. Abel takes the moment to load up his blaster with lukewarm water and shoots his dad with it. Jax doesn't bother dodging the stream. "We saw a commercial for the waterpark and since we can't go there, I brought the water to us."

Wiping water from his face and using it to slick his hair back, Jax crouches next to the pool and asks, "How much do I owe you?"

"Not a cent, Teller." You sip on your juice, grinning. "I haven't been in one of these since I was a kid. This is for me as much as it's for Abel. He just gave me the excuse of getting one and chilling in it without looking like an idiot."

"Well I don't know about that…"

He trails off and you gasp in mock outrage. As he laughs, you say, "You're lucky I respect the kutte and the fact that you have a phone in your pocket somewhere. If I didn't, I'd drag your butt in here with us."

"Next time." Jax splashes his son and then stands before Abel can shoot him point blank with water. "Am I grabbing dinner tonight?"

"Nah. Abel already made a request. He wants chicken tenders and fries."

"And what the little man wants, he gets?"

"Obviously." You roll your eyes playfully. "Plus, it's an easy meal and I enjoy it too."

"Alright." He chuckles as he starts making his way back towards his motorcycle. "Don't stay in the pool too long."

"Yes, sir." You mockingly salute him, lips twitching when you see him momentarily tense before relaxing once more. "See you later."

. .

It's past Abel's bedtime by the time Jax makes it home, and already he's prepared for his kid to either be bouncing off the walls or very cranky. But as he nears YN's house, he notices that it's mostly dark. All the lights are off with the exception of the porch light and a couple of lamps he can see through the windows that peer into the living room. And the TV, of course.

Instead of knocking, he lets himself right in. It's almost too quiet, but he can hear the TV playing rather low in the living room. Heading there, he walks up to the sofa and can't help but smile at the sight that greets him. YN is laid out across the sofa with Abel on her chest, his back to her front. Both are knocked out cold.

Without second guessing himself, Jax pulls out his phone and snaps a quick photo. Chuckling to himself, he then walks around the sofa as he pockets his phone and crouches down. "Hey. YN," he gently calls out while shaking her shoulder.

It takes a few shakes before you wake, sleepily humming until Jax's voice coaxes you until you're fully awake. Your arms wrap around Abel on instinct and when you notice Jax's smirking presence, you relax. "What time is it?" You mumble.

"A little after ten."

"Really? Fuck. I guess the sun really did kick my ass if I'm this sleepy."

"Yeah." Jax chuckles and then carefully starts to gather Abel in his arms. "Sorry about showing up so late."

"Don't even worry about it." You sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. "You know I adore your kid." As you follow Jax to the door, you remind him about going away for a week and not being able to watch Abel, but that you'll have your phone on if Abel wants to talk.

Jax laughs. "I swear, my kid loves you more than me sometimes."

"It's only because I'm a better cook," you muse.

Jax opens his mouth to argue, but ends up shutting it and shrugging. "You're not wrong there."

As Jax then exits your home, you bid him goodnight and watch until he disappears into his home.

When you explained to Jax that your brothers made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile, you weren't lying. Nor did you lie when you also explained you helped them with scheduling for said high profile individuals.

What you chose to leave out, however, was that your family had such a great record with security because no one wanted to fuck with a family who had connections to two different cartels through your dearly departed parents.

However, before you settled into the calm life of personal security, your brothers made a name for yourselves as ruthless hitmen amongst the cartels and you… you were a little unhinged when you were caught up in the moment as one of their torturers. You worked for the cartels when they needed you to, but when you and your brothers wanted to distance yourselves, it was the cartels who helped set up your security business.

The week spent with your brothers is just to visit and catch up with those who all three of you came to see as uncles. It was most definitely not supposed to end up with you being caught off guard by a fist to the face. Someone who didn't know all what you were capable of took advantage of the fact that you were a woman who was close to big names within the cartels. They thought you to be easily taken down and used as leverage, but what they didn't count on was you hiding daggers on your persons. The fight was dirty and bloody, and by the end of it you were spitting mad.

You have the urge to carve into someone that your brothers are trying to quell for once when your phone rings. You pull out your phone mid-pacing, and then freeze upon seeing Jax's name on the screen. But it's not a normal call- it's a video call.

"Fuck."

"What?" Your elder brother asks. "Who is it?"

"It's my neighbor. Most likely his kid Abel since I babysit him most of the time." Your brothers glance at each other and you roll your eyes. "I've told you about them. Now toss me my hoodie. I can't let them see my face like this."

Before the call ends, you answer it but make sure to angle the camera away from the bruised side of your face. "Hey, Jax, give me one sec," you say. Your brother tosses you a hoodie and you quickly pull it on after setting your phone down. Then you take a seat at the kitchen table, turning off a few lights so it's a little darker and you can hide within your hood. Picking up your phone and keeping only half your face on camera, you smile. "Hey, guys, miss me?"

Jax's smile falters, but Abel immediately starts talking, telling you all about his day with his dad. He tells you he misses your food and play time, and you assure him you'll be home soon. You tell him about hanging out with your own family and even make your brothers wave at the camera when you switch it on them. Abel's little voice telling them hi makes you smile and then Jax is telling Abel to go watch some TV before bed.

Left alone with Jax on the phone, his smile vanishes. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" You refuse to meet either of your brothers' gazes as you can feel them staring at you. "Everything's fine."

"Bullshit." Your brothers snort and you huff. Very reluctantly, you pull your hood down and maneuver the camera so it catches your full face. Jax's expression hardens. "Fuck."

"Don't worry. It looks worse than it is."

"What the fuck happened?"

You shrug and quickly glance at your brothers, but they're back to doing their own thing. "Went out drinking with the family and got caught in a brawl. It's been handled."

"So I don't have to gather the boys and kick some ass?"

His words make you huff a laugh. "Nah. I'm pretty sure I put the guy in a hospital."

"You took down a dude?! Now that's hot. I wish I could have seen that."

Uncaring that they're eavesdropping, your brothers burst out laughing and you sigh. You can't help but smile and you end up rolling your eyes when Jax laughs too. "Whatever. How's Abel really doing? Is he driving his official nanny insane yet?"

"Not really. He's just moping around."

"Aww." You coo. "Well I should be home soon. I'll take him to the park or something."

Jax's teasing smile turns genuine. "You know, I've never told you this, but I appreciate everything you do for Abel. You don't have to do anything, but you still treat him like family."

"What can I say? I like kids." You shrug. "And my idiot brothers will never give me any nieces or nephews."

"Hey!" Both your brothers protest.

You grin at them before looking back at Jax on your phone. "I should get going though. We have a meeting with the uncles here in a bit and I need to get ready."

"Alright. No more fights unless I'm there to avenge you. I can't have my favorite girl looking like she's in an abusive relationship."

Snorting, you say, "No promises. Tell Abel goodnight for me and to come up with a plan for what he wants to do when I get back home."

"Will do. See you soon."

As soon as you hang up, your brothers start making teasing kissing noises. "Oh shut the fuck up."

Valentine's Day has never been a day that you really cared for. Sure it was sweet to see teenagers and kids swap gifts and/or cards, or to buy candy half off, but it didn't bother you to have a significant other on this day. But you do remember how good it felt to get a gift as a kid, so you want to make sure Abel has a good day.

With your time spent with Abel, you've come to know that he loves certain fruits and chocolate. So after heading to the store for a quick shopping trip, you return home with strawberries, bananas, and melting chocolate. Then after cleaning the strawberries and chopping up some bananas, you dip them all in the ooey-gooey chocolate before letting them harden while fixing up a white dessert box with edges that say Happy Valentine's Day.

You've just filled the box with chocolate covered fruit when your phone rings and you can't help but smile at the name. You're no stranger to how handsome Jax is, but you know better than to go there with him.

"Hey, Teller, to what do I owe the pleasure of your hot voice?" You immediately answer.

Jax's laughter meets your ear before, "While it's nice to hear you like my voice, I'm actually calling on behalf of Abel."

"Aw. What does my favorite Teller need?"

"You know I'm your favorite Teller, YN." You hum, not denying his words. "But Abel is requesting your appearance here at the shop because he has a very important question to ask you."

"A very important question?" You muse. "What does Abel have to…" You trail off, the amusement in Jax's voice suddenly making something make sense. "His question doesn't happen to coincide with what today is, does it?"

Jax chuckles. "I am not ruining the surprise."

"I swear to God, Jax, if I end up crying I'm going to kick your ass."

"I look forward to it. Now get pretty and get your ass over here. Do not break my kid's heart."

"Never. And I'm always pretty, Teller."

"...yeah. You are." Your eyes widen at his words, but you don't say anything. Jax then clears his throat. "I'll see you soon."

"Y-Yeah. I'll be there in ten."

You can feel yourself blushing as you hang up, but quickly put it out of your mind as you hurry to your room to get dressed. You pull on a black sundress that's covered in sunflowers, the flowy skirt hitting right above your knees. You step into some black wedge sandals and quickly tie your hair up in a messy ponytail. You apply the basic amount of makeup and spritz some perfume around your body.

Heading downstairs, you throw all your necessities into a purse and then grab Abel's box of chocolate covered fruit before heading out.

The drive to Teller Automotive isn't a very long one, and you're soon parking in the lot. You leave your purse in the car, but you keep your box of fruits in hand. You get several wolf whistles as you cross the parking lot, but you merely laugh off Tig and Chibs' teasing.

Before you can enter the auto garage, Jax walks out, a smirk in place. And then before you can ask him what he's smirking for, your gaze is drawn downward to Abel who walks out behind him… and oh. You fuckin' melt.

Abel's hair is slicked into a faux hawk, a red bow tie is clipped to the very crisp white button shirt that's tucked into a pair of tiny faded jeans. In his hands he's holding a teddy bear that's adorned with a miniature Sons of Anarchy kutte, and a red carnation. The adorableness of it all makes you melt and tear up at how cute he is.

"Oh my goodness. You look so handsome," you tell him.

As you crouch so you're more at his level, you make sure the skirt of your dress still covers everything. Abel blushes as he asks, "Will you be my Valentine?"

"Hell yes I will." Abel smiles as he hands over your gifts, and Jax and the others- who were apparently listening in- whoop in celebration. "And as my Valentine, it's only fair that I give a gift as well. Strawberries and bananas covered in chocolate. Your favorite," you tell him.

Abel is so ecstatic over his gift that he nearly knocks you over as he hugs you. When Chibs ask him what he's got, he's more than happy to run off and show his uncles what you've given him. Jax offers you a hand up and as soon as you're steady on your feet, you notice him looking at you in a certain way.

"What?" You huff a laugh, carefully wiping away your tears that never fully fell.

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"Hardly. Tiny Teller is just adorable as hell." You can feel yourself starting to blush so you glance down at the teddy in your hand. "Where did you find a tiny kutte anyway?"

"It's actually Abel's. The guys had it made for him when he was born and he wanted your teddy to have it."

"I'll take extra care of it then." When you glance back at Jax, you ask, "So does Abel have to stay or can I take my valentine out on a date?" You have no idea what Jax had been thinking, but it's like your words make him snap. From one second to next, he goes from staring at you in awe to gently grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. You gasp but quickly return the sentiment. And when Jax pulls back, still cupping your face in his hands, you ask, "So me wanting to take your kid out on a date really did it for you, huh?"

Jax barks out a laugh and you smile as he leans in for another quick kiss. "Been wanting to do that for a while actually."

"And you waited until this moment to do it," you muse. "Jokes on you though. You gotta stick around and listen to your boys tease you about this while I take Abel out all on my lonesome." You kiss him for a third time and then step out of his reach to holler, "Little Teller, let's go! It's you and me, buddy. Whatever you wanna do."

As Abel approaches with a lot less fruit, he asks, "Can we eat pizza in the park?"

"We sure can. Now say goodbye to your dad so we can go stuff our faces."

Dating Jax Teller is rather thrilling. You do not care to know what goes on in the club unless it pertains to any woman trying to sleep with him, or when Jax needs someone to vent to. Then, and only then, do you let your opinion be known about what goes on with the MC.

But while you have nothing against the MC, you still prefer to spend a majority of your time with Abel. Sure you'll show up to some parties so all the other women know Jax is off limits, but you're content to do activities with little Teller wherever he wants to be for the day.

You thought it was cute Jax tried to shield you from the violence the club was capable of, but never pressed him for information when you noticed he looked stressed about something. This time, however, you wish you had pressed him for information when he asked you to stay in with Abel.

It's nighttime, and you and Abel are relaxing in front of your TV as you watch some new Pixar film about dragons and their riders. The two of you are dozing off when your front door is kicked in, which then makes you jump into action. But you're not just defending yourself, you have a little boy to think about. So before you can find a proper weapon, you're left standing in front of Abel who is now clinging to your leg as he whimpers in fear.

"Jax Teller chose a pretty one this time."

"Fuck off."

The men all chuckle in front of you. "Take her."

. .

The Sons of Anarchy roll up to a subdivision that's still in development, cautiously dismounting their motorcycles and arming themselves. A new MC had established themselves in a neighboring town, looking to make a name for themselves, and they thought knocking down the Sons a peg or ten was what they ought to do to establish their foothold in the MC world for good.

The encroaching MC took to ambushing the Sons whenever and wherever, and the people of Charming were starting to become afraid of strolling their pristine streets. Even the Sheriff was looking to the Sons to end the conflict, but they could only do so much. Unfortunately, one of the fights involved a chase on motorcycles as the Sons were making a run, and the son of the enemy President took a bullet to the right side of his chest and fell. His injuries then resulted in a coma which set off to this little meeting.

As they creep through the eerily quiet streets of the deserted subdivision, Opie flanks Jax. "I don't like this, brother. Something feels off."

"I agree," Chibs says. "We should have put the club on lockdown before ridin' out."

Jax sighs. "Too late now."

Juice, Happy, and Tig jog up to homes still under construction, trying the doors or looking for any signs that someone's been there. It isn't until they get to the end of the block that they notice one home has been vandalized and they know that's where they're supposed to go.

Every Son cautiously enters the house, nose wrinkling as the state of the house. But in the middle of the living room, there's an odd clearing around a small round table. And on that table sits a folded notecard.

The Sons seem to freeze, but then Jax is marching towards the note. Snatching it up, the words written make him tense as his world starts to tilt. "Fuck. They're going after Abel."

As the note flutters to the floor, the Sons all race after their President as he flees the house.

The note read, [A son for a son.]

On the way to YN's, Jax instructs half the Sons to break off and check on the club, while also making calls to get everyone on an official lockdown. Jax, Opie, Chibs, and Happy race to his neighbor's house.

When they pull up, a few neighbors are peering out their doors looking a bit distraught. Immediately, they know something terrible has happened, and that feeling is only intensified when they spot the broken down door.

Rushing to park in YN's front yard, guns are pulled from the back waistband of their jeans. Jax takes point as he enters the house and his heart drops to his stomach. The house is an absolute mess, furniture and glass broken.

The TV is still playing some cartoon movie and when he walks further in, he curses at the sight of a body laying in a pool of blood.

Happy peers over his shoulder. "Now we know she can hold her own."

"Find them. Now."

. .

Sitting in the bathtub, Abel clings to you as his face hides against the side of your neck. Your face hurts from the numerous punches you took, your lip is split, your arms have multiple lacerations, and there's blood dripping into your eyes. But your worst wound is definitely the bullet wound to the left of your abdomen, and you're grateful that Abel's weight is putting pressure on the towel you had pressed against the wound.

It's been quiet for what seems like forever, but suddenly you hear movement. Shakily raising the gun you'd taken from one of the intruders, you take aim and dare the next motherfucker who enters to be someone intending harm on you or the boy in your lap.

The door gently swings open, but no one is there. Your arm hurts from holding the gun up and then you see someone try to peer around the door jamb. You can only partially see his face, but the voice- you recognize the voice even if you rarely hear it when you're at the club.

"Baby girl?"

"...Hap?"

The stoic man steps fully in the doorway, putting his gun away as you drop yours in the tub. Abel shifts as he whimpers and you wince. "Jax! Upstairs bathroom!"

Abel realizes his uncle's voice and dad's name, so he moves to turn. Happy is quick to lift him, his eyes widening at the blood soaking his clothes. "S'fine. My blood," you tiredly tell him. "I didn't… I didn't let them touch him."

"You did real good." Happy's assurance makes you smile, but you're just so tired. As your eyes slide shut, you hear, "Hey! Don't do that. Stay awake, YN."

"Tryin'…" Pounding footsteps race up the stairs and it isn't long until Jax, Chibs, and Opie are pushing their way into the bathroom as well. Jax takes Abel right away, eyes scanning the room before they land on you. Happy and Opie move to help you out of the tub, but Chibs is quick to point out your bleeding wound. The last words you say are, "Call my brothers," before darkness consumes you."

. .

Jax is pacing the hospital waiting room, blood covering his shirt and hands from where he carried Abel. Chibs had taken Abel back to the club to clean him up and fill in the others about what was going on, but now he's back and filling in the Sheriff about what they had walked in on at YN's house. Thankfully Jax and YN's neighbors liked them, and were honest about hearing gunshots before the Sons had frantically rolled up.

Opie and Happy are the only two sitting patiently, but their attention is drawn to a large group of men entering the room. Two men in particular glance around before making a beeline for Jax, but the others hang back by the door. It's evident these men mean business as they stand guard, their suits standing out among the scrubs, kuttes, and regular clothing of the others sitting in the waiting room.

When Jax notices the newcomers, his shoulders sag at the sight of YN's brothers. But his interest is piqued with the suited thugs behind the brothers, tattoos visible along their hands and neck.

The brothers quickly introduce themselves as Noah and Theo, both of their expressions grim.

"What happened?" Noah asks. He's the elder of the two, his muscled torso covered in a button down with their sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"They were after my kid," Jax immediately tells them, voice low. "She took a bullet for him and she's in surgery right now."

Both brothers' jaws clench.

"Do you know who they are?" Theo asks, tapping away on his phone.

"Yeah. It's another MC. They attacked us on a run and the son of the President took a fall off his bike. He's in a coma, so the President went after my kid in return."

"And your kid was in the care of our sister," Noah realizes.

"Yes."

Noah sighs, running a hand down his face. Then after a few more taps and texts, Theo grins. "Found them."

Jax frowns. "Found who?"

"The people responsible for putting our sister in the hospital."

Jax then tenses. "This is club business, man. We'll handle it."

Both Noah and Theo tense, but end up chuckling. Jax's jaw clenches, but he keeps his anger in check.

Noah says, "If you think it'll remain club business when YN wakes up, then that means my sister hasn't confessed the family secret."

Jax freezes. "What secret?"

"We had to get our start somewhere when our parents died," Theo tells him. "And it just so happened that each of our parents came from very powerful, very wealthy families. We worked our way to the top of the food chain and became rather notorious until we wanted out and settled into the business we currently have."

Noah starts to smirk. "Your club business just became cartel business, my friend. And our uncles are livid that their little girl was attacked."

Jax glances at his boys, but says nothing.

"We'll find them and keep them occupied," Theo says. "When YN is released, she'll be out for blood."

"And she'll get it," Noah muses. "After all, she is quite the little torturer."

When you wake up, you're unsurprised to find Jax by your bedside. You are surprised, however, to learn that he knows about your past thanks to your brothers promising bloodshed. You groan, but then remember Abel. And after assurances that Abel is fine, you relax.

You're anxious to know where you stand with Jax as he explains why you ended up in the hospital. He feels guilty for not telling you what was really going on or putting you on lockdown, along with the club, but you don't blame him for what happened. Dating the President of an MC, you were bound to be pulled into the violence sooner or later, and with your past you knew you could handle it.

When he runs out of steam, it's your turn to start apologizing for not telling him about your life with the cartels. You make sure he knows that you would have never endangered Abel, and if your past had come calling, you would have made sure that they were protected at all costs. Jax assures you he's not mad, but he did wish you would have told him given you knew about the roles some of his brothers played in the club.

But what's done is done, and Jax is more interested in what you plan on doing since your brothers have gone quiet after calling him to inform him that they've got a majority of the MC tucked away in a building that no one can hear the impending mayhem.

"They broke into my home and put a bullet in me just to get to Abel and send a message to you," you say, expression turning thunderous. "The one who shot me doesn't get to walk away. Hell, the ones who fuckin' raised a gun in Abel's direction are lucky that they'll be limping away after I'm done."

"Limping away?"

You slowly smirk at him, lowering your voice. "I'm not gonna draw out my punishment, but my brothers and my uncles' men sure as shit ain't gonna sit back. They're gonna make sure they get the message that they fucked with the wrong people."

Jax huffs a laugh and then ends up staying for as long as the nurses would let him, only leaving when YN's brothers came or he had to go pick up Abel so he'd see that YN was fine for himself.

Then after two and a half days, you're released.

You're still sore, but you've got nothing but vengeance on your mind. When your brothers send you the address of where they're holding several individuals for you to interrogate, you get dressed and head for Teller Automotive.

Some of the guys are surprised to see you up and about, but you wave off their concern as you continue towards the club portion of the shop.

The usual sweetbutts are milling about, cleaning up and most likely getting ready for a party since it is a Friday. You spot Jax and Juice at the bar as Juice taps away on a laptop.

"Boys," you greet as you walk up behind them. "Whatcha workin' on?"

Jax turns in his seat, eyes subtly widening as he stands. "You're out! Why didn't you call me?" He's quick to carefully take you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Because if I'd have called you, you'd have taken me home and coddled me."

"Well yeah. You were shot."

"I got shit to take care of, Teller, and I'm not wasting another day."

"Then what are you doing here?"

You shrug. "I just thought that you'd want to see the MC face their consequences."

"Now? You're going to do that now?" He asks, his gaze darting down to your covered abdomen.

"Yep. "My brothers procured a place just on the outskirts of Charming where we won't be interrupted. You in?"

"Well, yeah. Obviously."

"Good. Then gather whoever's in and follow me."

As you sit in your car, you watch Jax as speaks with several of brothers to see who he's going to leave in charge. And after everything is settled, only five follow Jax to their motorcycles- Opie, Happy, Juice, Tig, and Chibs.

You start your car and start to drive, pausing by the gate until Jax and the others start to roll out. You take off, keeping your speed down as you drive through the town. But the moment you get to the road leading out of Charming, you step on the gas and race towards the location your brothers sent to you.

You drive along an empty stretch of road until you turn down a dirt road which is surrounded by empty crop fields that have seen better days. The road leads up to a dilapidated farmhouse, a very rusted horse corral, and behind all that is a barn where several vehicles have parked.

You park and get out, waiting for Jax to find the perfect spot to park their motorcycles. Once they do, you wait until they gather around.

"I know this started off as club business, but now it's cartel business. I can't have you questioning me in there."

"This is your playground," Jax says. "We're just here for a show."

You nod and then turn towards the barn doors, pushing them open with the help of Chibs and Tig when they get stuck. Inside, several men are hanging about on turned over crates or bales of hay, some even sitting at a small wooden table playing cards. Music plays softly in the background, but it's cut off the moment your presence is noticed.

Immediately, every man and woman scramble to their feet as you approach.

In the middle of the barn, there's a line of eight men with burlap sacks over their heads sitting in chairs with their wrists tied down to the armrests and ankles tied to the legs. Walking down the line of men, you snatch the sacks from their heads.

"Wakey, wakey, motherfuckers." Each man is clearly exhausted, agitated, and pissed off.

You save the MC President for last, smirking as he sneers at you. "Stupid bitch." He seethes. "Let us go. Right now."

"Bitch," you muse. "If you're going to insult me, at least call me a cunt. Or whore. Those words have much more of an impact."

"Cunt."

Your fist whips out, striking him across the face so hard that his head jerks to the side. He turns to glare back up at you, spitting blood that lands on your pant leg. "Now, now. If you're going to insult me again, at least be creative about it. Your lack of creativity is sorely disappointing." He roars at you, trying to free his wrists and feet, but you merely laugh and continue to pace in front of his men. "Now I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here and it's quite simple, really." You stop pacing, expression hardening. "You fucked with the wrong woman."

Then like a switch has been flipped, you go back to smiling and pacing, gesturing wildly as you talk. "Normally I wouldn't touch MC business with a ten foot pole, but you fuckers messed up. You broke into my home and went after a child under my care- a child that I hold very near and dear to my heart. So, now your piss poor attempt at taking over territory that doesn't belong to you has now come under cartel jurisdiction, and I will make sure that any stupid motherfuckers who dares to come after the Sons of Anarchy will pay a price."

"Fuck that. We didn't cross any cartel!"

"Oh honey," you mockingly coo as you come to a stop in front of the one who spoke. "I am part of the cartel." Turning around, you walk towards a long table and lift the cloth laying atop of it. Beneath the cloth, there's a variety of weapons. You tuck a glock into the back waistband of your jeans and then grasp a dagger in your dominant hand. Then turning to walk back towards the bound men, you smirk. "Now what I want are the assholes who attacked me and dared to point a gun at a child. You give me those men and the rest of you can walk out of here."

Silence.

Dead fuckin' silence.

"Nothing?" You chuckle. "Come on, guys. Give 'em up. I swear it's not worth protecting them. I mean, I can probably figure it out. Eyes are windows to the soul and all that rot. You might have been wearing masks, but I still remember those cowardly glints very well."

"Fuck you! I ain't no coward."

"Bingo!" You shout, pointing the tip of your blade at the culprit. Walking up to the guy, you can't help but laugh as he realizes his mistake and clamps his mouth shut. "One down, one more to go."

"I ain't telling you shit."

"No?" Switching the dagger to your other hand, you pull the glock free from behind your back. You step close to the man, taking aim at his crotch. "Are you sure about that?"

He cruelly smirks. "You're all talk and no-"

BANG!

The guy immediately starts screaming, his buddies struggling in their chairs, and you laugh. When you glance around the room, you see those you consider family chuckling and the Sons cringing in sympathy as they cover their crotches. You walk around so you're standing behind the screaming fool, swapping the dagger and gun in your hands so the dagger is back in your dominant hand. "Going once… going twice…" He continues to scream, and you sigh when no one else speaks up.

And then before anyone can comprehend what you've done, you've dragged the blade across the guy's neck.

As he gurgles on his blood and his friends shout obscenities at you, you walk around so you're standing before them once again.

"That's three of my men you've killed already," the President says. "I think fair's fair."

"I want the last one," you say. "One last guy and you're good to go."

No one says anything, but the President's expression hardens. There's a cold glint in his eye that you're very familiar with, and you know that should he walk out of these barn doors, he'll do anything and everything for revenge. "Samuel. I sent Samuel."

The Samuel in question squawks and you smile beautifully at him over the shoulder before staring at the President once more. "Harsh. Selling out your own guy like that." You saunter up to him, sighing. "But he's the thing; I hate snitches."

Then before the President can blink, you take aim and pull the trigger. The bullet hits him right between the eyebrows.

The struggling, bound men all seem to cease movement and you turn towards them. "Now that that's out of the way…" You walk back towards Samuel, scoffing at his whimpering. "You might get to live today, Sammy, but not without something to remember why messing with the Sons a big no-no."

"And w-what's that?"

You slowly smile. "Open your fist, Samuel. Lay your hand flat against the armrest."

His eyes widen as he whimpers, but he hesitantly does as you've said. Then when his hand is nice and flat, you drive your blade through the back of his hand, pinning it to the arm rest.

As he screams, you sneer at him and then start to make your way towards the Sons. On your way, you hand off your gun before coming to a stop in front of Jax and pasting on a smile as you glance at each Sons. "Who's hungry?"

"Marry me," Happy grumbles.

You laugh at him, winking, and then glance back at Jax. "You're a little psycho," he says.

"Only when the occasion calls for it. But seriously, can we go get food?"

Jax laughs as he sidles up to your side, sliding an arm along the back of your shoulders. "Do burgers sound good?"

"Burgers sound marvelous. I also want a vanilla milkshake."

"Good. We'll go grab some and surprise Abel. He's been itching to go to your house again."

"Ugh. Your kid is so adorable. But maybe let me settle in before you grab him. My abdomen is on fire and if we tell him I'm sick, maybe he won't be so hyperactive."

"Let me see."

Begrudgingly, you lift the hem of your shirt and glance down. Sure enough, you've bled through your bandages. "New plan; No Abel."

"What? But-"

"Nope." Jax squeezes you to his side as you sigh. "You're gonna go home, Chibs will follow to patch you up, and I'll go pick up some food. Abel can go one more day without seeing you."

"Boo."

The Sons chuckle.

"What about us?" Juice asks, gesturing between himself, Tig, and Happy.

"I don't care, Juice. Do whatever you want."

As they head towards their motorcycles, Jax walks you to your car.

"So, are you really okay with this?" You ask. "Okay with me and all that I'm capable of?"

"Yeah." Jax nods. "More than okay, actually. It's good to know that should shit find its way to your doorstep again, you'll handle it."

"Damn right I will." You swing around so you're standing in front of Jax, arms wrapping around his waist as his go around your shoulders. "I will protect Abel with my life again and again. Never doubt that."

"Just Abel?" His eyebrow arches.

"You're a close second," you muse. Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you peck his lips. "Now seriously. Food, Teller. I need food."

"Yeah, yeah." He kisses you again. "Go home and get settled. I'll be there soon."

#jax x reader #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #jax teller #happy lowman #abel teller #mc romance #motorcycle club romance #dark romance

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marvelous-slut · 5 months

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Revenge - Happy Lowman

No lie, Better than Revenge by Taylor Swift was the inspiration for this! Lmao. Hope you all enjoy xx

Being the sister of Jax Teller had some advantages, you got to spend lots of time at the club house. Lots of time talking up the scariest member or the MC, Happy Lowman. There was something about him that you couldn’t shake feelings for, you didn’t know if it was that he was mysterious and quiet, or that he’d kill at the drop of a hat. It gave you a strange feeling in your stomach thinking about having him as yours, how you’d never have to worry about anyone coming for you because they’d have to pay the price with him.

Those thoughts all were nice while they lasted.

You walked into the clubhouse, it’s early in the morning and you decided to bring breakfast by. Jax always complimented your cooking and once Happy tried it he did too. “Makes me think of my mommas.” He would say. You see Jax sitting on the bar stool, cigarette in hand.

“Hey sister.” He says, reaching out his hands to grab the platter. He knows what you’re about to ask and he doesn’t want to tell you what he knows.

“Hey, you seen Happy?” You ask, feeling that funny feeling turning in your stomach. He sighs, deciding he should say nothing instead of lying or telling the truth. You look at him puzzled, until you see who comes down the hall. Ima. She’s wearing Happy’s gray reaper shirt, smiling as she knows what she’s done. She can see the hurt all over your face. You and Ima haven’t gotten along since you told her she was a skank and to leave Jax and Tara alone. This was her way of giving you some pay back. She would come to the club with Lyla, seeing how you swooned over Happy. How the light shined in your eyes when you talked to him.

“Good morning!” She says, cheerful to see the pain she’s caused. Jax shakes his head and puts out his cigarette.

“Go get your shit and get the fuck out.” He says to her, you can’t stay here any longer. You dart out the door, ready to be home. Once you get to your car, you ponder for a moment. No, she will not get the best of you. If you knew how to do anything, it was how to get the last world. The last laugh. You grin, thinking of the perfect way to give her some pay back.

It is a bright and sunny day in Charming, a perfect day really. You head down to Luanns porn studio to extract your revenge on Ima. The brownies in your hands are still fresh, topped with a bow and a card you had Jax write out. It reads “for someone special.” No name mentioned, but you knew Ima would get a kick thinking a man had took time to bake for her. Really, you had done the baking, cracking eggs and measuring flour perfectly. Cutting up the chocolate laxatives so fine you would never be able to tell they were a special add in. You sit the brownies in-front of her door and knock, running off. It’s about an hour before she’s due to shoot, you know she’s going to eat one because as you’ve seen at the clubhouse she can’t resist chocolate sweets. Just like she couldn’t resist a man in a kutte, or a man who had an old lady. She’d be drawn to them like flies to shit.

The shoot begins, it’s your average porno shoot. Guy and girl, nothing special. Before Ima can move, you see the look on her face. You know the laxatives have hit her stomach, making it rumble. Before she can go anywhere, brown liquid run down her leg and so do the tears from her eyes. You smile, watching the chaos unfold. “Ew!” Her partner for todays shoot yells out, running away from the havoc her bowels have let out. She shouldn’t have fucked with your brother and his family, but she definitely shouldn’t have fucked with what was yours. Well, what you were trying to make yours. She’s screaming as she runs back to her room, hopefully she’ll be on the shitter for hours.

“My my, my sister is an evil genius.” You smile at Jax, patting him on the shoulder.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Jackson!” You smirk as you speak, smiling softly. He lets you read a message from Tara.

“So proud of her. Getting some revenge for the both of us.” It reads. You smile, you were glad to give Ima a small form of payback. Gemma and Tara shooting up her car obviously didn’t send the message to her, and maybe this wouldn’t either but you felt better. You feel your stomach sink as you see Happy approach you. You want to run away, but you stand as still as a statue. He walks over to you, standing in-front of you, unsure if he was angry or somewhat amused.

“That you?” He asks, word travels fast at the club house. Especially when Tig sees some drama unfold. You assumed he had let Happy know about your tears and running out when you saw Ima in Happys shirt.

“Guess she has a bad stomach.” You say, he smirks, putting his arm around you.

“You know, all you had to do was say you wanted to be my old lady.” You perk up, looking at him with a smile plastered all over your face. “I don’t show emotions good, don’t read them well either.” After Tig informed Happy of the morning incident, he knew why you were so upset. It had to be because you had feelings for him that you hadn’t expressed. “Come on girl, let’s go back to the club house, smells like shit in here.” You giggle, walking along side of him with his arm reach over your shoulder.

“Oh God! Come on people, it’s a bodily function!” Luann yells out, trying to get her actors and actress under control.

“Yeah, but my bodily function ain’t ever come out like that!” Bobby shouts out as the MC chuckles behind him.

Revenge. It’s a sweet, sweet thing.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader #happy lowman #happy lowman soa #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman x you #happy lowman imagine #sons of anarchy imagine

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mysticalmallard · 4 months

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Clubhouse Crush

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Happy was a lonely man, always isolated himself from the rest of the world, despite almost always being surrounded by his brothers. He looked on from afar, seeing Clay with a beautiful woman by his side. She was the picture of innocence, shyness, and sweetness. He had never felt this way about anyone before.

The young woman had an almost magnetic hold over him. He wondered if he was just lusting after her or if there was something deeper there. One day, he would have to find out.

Happy started to think about her more often, and eventually came to the conclusion that he had developed a certain liking to her. However, there was a small complication. The object of his affection was Gemma and Clay's daughter, the club president, and his wife, who were both known for being very protective of their family. Happy knew he couldn't approach her directly in front of everyone, but he still wanted to see more of her, know more about her, the real her not the one she allows others to see. He started looking for opportunities to catch a glimpse of her, or maybe even have a chance to speak to her even if it could just be for a few moments.

It wasn't long until Happy was able to find that opportunity. He had been invited to a get-together at Clay's house, and he knew his daughter would be there. This would be the perfect chance to get closer to her. But how could he get her alone, away from all the other Sons?

While all of the other club members and somenof their family ate and drank, Happy discreetly slipped away. He wandered to the back of the house, where he found her hobbie room. He tried the door, and it was unlocked. He entered, and there she was. She was working on a small project, unaware of his presence. Happy slowly made his approach, his heart pounding in his chest. What on earth was he going to say to her?....he didn't think this all the way through too late now to back down.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader #samcro #happy lowman imagine #happy lowman #happy lowman x oc #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman oneshot #soa x reader #sons of anarchy x oc

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filipfuckingtelford · 9 months

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The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Part 1.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obviously.

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 In Flames bonus

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It was all the same. Every night was pretty much the same after another tough day. When another fight was over and everyone was back to their families or having fun with another croweater in one of the dorms, Chibs was staying alone at the bar, a bottle of scotch being his only company. Bottle of scotch was his best friend in times like this, when he felt alone, broken and vulnerable. Just like tonight.

Sons's warehouse where they used to store their guns was now destroyed, they needed a new place and needed to find a way to replace the damaged weapons they were supposed to sell. It was frustrating long day and Chibs wanted nothing more than to have some peace and some rest.

In nights like this when things went ugly he felt lonely. He had a family once but it was all gone. Chibs knew there's no chance for him to find anyone special here. He tried but he just didn't feel anything. It's been eleven years since he moved to Charming, he moved on, Fiona wasn't his wife anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't forget her. It was just... his heart seemed dead. Yet sometimes he was dreaming of someone to sooth his pain after another busy day. To wait for him to come home from another ride.

After couple of years of living in Charming Chibs even bought a small house as he hoped that one day he'll have a new family. But it never happened. And the house was empty, half-furnished, forgotten. It was exactly how Filip felt. And he couldn't force himself to live there, staying in one of the rooms in the clubhouse.

He poured some scotch to his glass and downed it with one gulp wondering why he even needed a glass for that. Chibs lit a cigarette and took a deep drag allowing the mixture of alcohol and smoke burn down his throat. Anything worked to make him feel alive. That was when he heard the footstpes from behind. It was too light for one of his brothers, so he first thought it was one of croweaters looking for some more fun. He felt tensed. Chibs didn't want any of them to interrupt his inner conversation about his life. As he heard the voice though he raised his brows surprised.

"What are you doing here alone?" Y/N asked as she came closer and landed on the bar stool next to him. Chibs glanced at her still surprised.

"I should be asking ye this, lass" He smirked. Y/N... Clay's daughter. Club's princess. She had everyone in the club wrapped around her little finger, she could make Happy act like a fluffy puppy with her. She could make Tig forget all his cheesy comments and treat her as a lady. She made Juice blush and mumble. Clay adored her allowing her pretty much everything. And Chibs... they hardly ever spoke to each other. He remembered her being only nine when he first came to Charming and it seemed to him that she was scared of him with his scars and gloomy face. So he was trying to avoid her, to not bother her. And Y/N never was searching for his company. Until tonight.

"I've stayed at the clubhouse, I do it every now and then when dad's too busy. And mom doesn't mind it" Y/N smiled at him. Soft, soothing, calming. That's what her smile was. "I just love the way this place becomes quiet and peacefull at nights"

"Aye... I love it either" Chibs nodded as he glanced at Y/N who grabbed a bottle of beer for herself. She was underaged for drinking but who was he to forbid it to her?

"So that's why you're staying here alone?" She asked watching him carefully. It made him look away. Her eyes were reaching to his heart, as if she could see right through his disguise.

"Mostly. I just needed something to ease my nerves after today" Chibs shrugged looking at the bottle of scotch infront of him.

"Tough day?" Y/N moved a bit closed together with the chair that was too heavy and her move was a bit awkward, causing Chibs to smile slightly. She didn't care though.

"Aye" He nodded and finally looked at her again. Her bright green eyes were right infront of him. Looking right to his soul.

"You're sad" Y/N stated. It wasn't even a question. She just knew it. And Chibs didn't want to hide it.

"I am, lass" He admitted and took a sip from the bottle.

"Why?" She asked and Filip knew he was going to answer as it was.

"I feel lonely" He shrugged still feeling her watching him. There was not a single chance for Chibs to hide anything from this girl. He just couldn't and had not a single idea why.

"Lonely?" Y/N raised her brows and looked around "This place is infested with croweaters ready to make you feel good in any way you want it"

Chibs choked with another gulp of scotch. Such a young lass wasn't supposed to say something like this. But she did and it made him realise she was not a child anymore. Filip looked at Y/N and saw it finally for the first time. She was a young woman. Gorgeous, amazing. And she was teasing him now, just a bit, to lighten the mood. If he could blush he definetely would.

"Gosh... not this kind of lonely!" Chibs laughed quietly and shook his head. If he'd wanted a one night stand he could've easily find it here in the clubhouse. But it just wasn't for him. He needed something real.

"What kind of lonely then?" Y/N wanted to make it clear for herself. She obviously had no doubts he'd tell her everything. The confidence in her voice and her eyes made Chibs wonder how could he miss all of it happening to her. She was a child once and all of a sudden now he finally saw her the way she was.

"Ye see" Chibs turned to her, looking into her eyes. It made him nervous and Y/N seemed to stay calm as he continued "After another long day I see my brothers coming back to their families and all I have is... well, this. Staying up with a bottle of scotch, sleeping in the dorm here in the clubhouse. Like I've moved on from my past but still didn't reach my present not talking about the future. I don't even have anyone to talk to."

Here it was, in several words he described exactly how he felt. Chibs didn't know if she would understand and he couldn't look at Y/N. Then he felt it. Her small fingers grabbing his roughened palm, squeezing it gently.

"You can always talk to me if you want, Filip" Y/N said, all the teasing gone. She was caring about him and Chibs could hardly understand why.

The sensation of hearing his name from her was too much. It sent electricity down his body, made him look at her with a silent question in his eyes. Why did she call him by his real name? He haven't heard it for ages.

"Why do ye want to waste yer time talking to me?" Chibs finally asked.

"It's not wasting my time" Y/N gave him the softest of smiles "You are the part of this family and I care about everyone here"

Just like this. He was just a part of the family. Chibs didn't know why it bothered him. But being just a part of the family wasn't what he needed. He couldn't blame Y/N for caring about everyone who was the part of the club though.

"Aye, I am" He nodded. She let go of his palm and Chibs took another gulp from the bottle. "Tell me, how do ye see yer future?"

He was curious to know what did she want from life. Such a young, delicate lass. Club could be dangerous yet she seemed to like it. And he was wondering why.

"I... I don't know, Filip" Y/N looked up at him, her cheek against her palm, her elbow resting on the bar counter "I love this club. I wish I could one day be patched. But I know it's not an option. So I will just stick around, taking care of the family just like mom does"

"Ye know life is dangerous around here?" Chibs narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at her.

"I know, yes. But I just love it" Y/N shrugged "I see how connected you all are. And I know it means alot"

"Aye, lass. It does" Chibs agreed as he lit another cigarette.

"This thing gonna kill you" She admitted and made him laugh again. She could do it so easily.

"I can teach ye to shoot. And ride a bike" Chibs offered. He wasn't supposed to, but somehow he knew Y/N wanted it and he didn't mind to be the one to teach her.

"I'd love to" She smiled obviously excited about the idea. Then she glanced at her watch and back at Chibs "You better go have some sleep. I heard dad was telling you to be ready for the run in the morning"

"He did, so ye're right I guess. Ye want me to give ye a lift back home?" Chibs stood up and looked down at Y/N but she shook her head.

"I'm good, I'll stay at Jax's room. He's home with Tara so I can sleep there" Y/N stood up as well "Good night, Filip" she said with a soft smile and headed towards the room.

"Goodnight, lass" Chibs replied and downed the bottle before he left to his room as well now ready to sleep. Somehow with this simple talk Y/N could calm him down, sooth his pain and bring him peace.

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Since then they've been seeing each other from time to time when Y/N was staying at the clubhouse for the night and on some peacefull days. He was teaching her to shoot and ride a bike and no one seemed to stand against it. Y/N was having all the club at her service so there was no surprise Chibs did what she wanted. For him though it was something special. Every moment they've spent together meant so much for him and he couldn't evern explain himself why.

Y/N could easily make him laugh even when he felt low. She was taking the pain away with only her presence and it made Chibs wonder how could he never notice it.

The reason for the influence Y/N had on Chibs was found in couple of months after their first conversation. It was another party at the clubhouse and he was sitting by the bar as usual, watching his brothers and the rest of people having fun. He spotted Y/N the moment she entered the room. It made him gasp, the way she looked. Wearing high heels and short dress, her long dark hair wild and free. It was so different from her usual clothes - jeans, sneakers and t-shirts. Chibs felt his blood rushing through his veins as he was looking at her. But he couldn't accept the sudden realization just yet. He couldn't feel this for Y/N, she was off limits, he was twice her age. It just couldn't happen.

Y/N meanwhile approached Juice who was messing with the music box, trying to make it play the song he wanted. The boy blushed as she greeted him, it always happened when Y/N was around and usually Chibs was making fun of his younger brother, teasing him for it. Now though Filip felt a sudden wave of anger and... jealous? It couldn't be, he was too reasonable to allow himself feel anything like this about Y/N.

But he saw her taking Juice's hands and leading him to the dance floor and felt another bite of jealosy in his chest. Chibs hated seeing Y/N being with someone else even if it didn't mean anything. He turned away from the dancefloor and rubbed his eyes tired.

"Jesus Christ" Filip mumbled to himself as he was trying to come to terms with the discovery he had about himself. For years his heart was silent and now it woke up and was speaking louder than ever before. And from all women he met in his life it was for Y/N. The only woman Chibs couldn't have.

Soon enough Y/N came up to him and leaned against the bar counter, her breath heavy after dancing. Smiling gently she looked up at him.

"Are you having fun?" She asked, making him smirk in a bitter way.

"Aye. Kinda" Chibs replied as he looked at her, feeling his heart race. She was stunning, tempting, she was making his body react instantly with only one look at her. Yet all of it had to be kept in secret. Not only she was off limits because of her father. He was sure such a young beauty would never look at him in this way.

"Kinda?" Y/N frowned and moved closer to him, her shoulder against his "You can't trick me, Filip. What's going on?"

'YOU' was what his mind crying out. But Chibs only shook his head and gave her a smile. If he was good at something it was hiding his feelings from everyone, wearing a mask of tranquility and confidence.

"I'm just tired, lass. Don't worry" Filip finally said looking down at her.

Y/N was so close, her bright eyes looking right into his heart, her pouty lips so tempting, her breath still havy as she was trying to calm down after dancing. With Juice. Was it just an innocent dance or something more? He clenched his jaws and swallowed. The mixture of excitement from her presence and jealous from her flirting with Juice was almost unbearable.

"Okay, Filip... I won't bother you then" Y/N said finally, she grabbed two bottles of beer from the bar and went away.

Chibs turned to see her and as he feared he saw her on the couch, talking to Juice and laughing. He thought that maybe he offended Y/N with hiding something from her. But she was obviously having fun and Filip couldn't force himself to watch it longer. He grabbed the bottle from the bar and made his way to the dorms to hide, allowing Y/N to have fun. He knew Juice would never touch her for the same reason, she was off limits and everyone in the club knew it. But it couldn't make jealous go.

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Next time when they could talk was in couple of weeks. Chibs was mostly on the runs and hardly spent couple of hours in the clubhouse except for sleeping. The more he was thinking about Y/N the more he knew there was no chance for him to get rid of the feelings he had for her. No matter how much he tried to avoid it he fell for her and couldn't help it. Every time he saw her, his heart was missing a beat and then racing faster. But he knew perfectly well that he had to hide it deep in his heart and he did.

That night he was in his room when he heard some noise outside in the main hall of the clubhouse. Chibs took his gun and went to see what was going on. It was Y/N, she was searching for something in the bar.

"What are ye doing, lass?" Chibs asked as he put his gun down and came closer to her.

"Looking for a drink!" Y/N turned to him and he noticed her eyes were red and swollen.

"Come here, Y/N. Tell me what happened. Drinking is not the best decision" Chibs shook his head frowned and came up to her.

He touched her shoulder with his palm and it made Y/N immediately lean into his touch, wrap her arms around his waist and hide her face on his shoulder. Chibs hugged her, tight and carefully, allowing her to cry. And she did. He didn't know the reasons but he decided to give her time. Holding Y/N in his arms was so good, even though he felt bad about the girl being so upset he couldn't help it. She was so small, so delicate, the warmth of her body setting him on fire instantly. But Chibs was only holding her, his palm gently petting her hair.

"I'm sorry" Y/N sobbed as she finally pulled away from his arms wiping tears from her cheeks and not looking at Chibs.

"Ye don't need to. Tell me what happened, lass? Someone hurt ye?" He asked, almost begged. Filip needed to help her somehow, comfort her. "Come ere"

He took her palm and led her towards the couch, making her seat down and landing next to her. Y/N didn't protest at all, it was obvious how upset she was, how insecure and vulnerable she felt. She raised her eyes at him and sighed.

"It's mom and dad. They made me go to college in San Francisco" She whispered, tears falling down her face again.

Chibs saw how hard it was for her to say it out loud. And he felt his heart breaking. She will move away, have new life, new friends. One day she will meet some fancy guy and forget about the club. Those images were invading his mind, fear consuming him. But it wasn't the right time now. He needed to comfort Y/N.

"Christ, lass" Chibs sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her closer, wiping her tears with the other hand "Big city might be fun for ye. You'll have new friends, new interesting life. Safer than this one here"

"I don't want it, Filip. I don't want to go, I don't want any other life" Y/N sobbed again, trying to lean closer as if she felt safer in his arms "I told you, I love this club, this people"

"I know. But ye will see, once ye meet new friends, have classes, ye will love it. And ye can always come back here after ye graduate" Chibs kept talking, trying to support her, make her look different at the situation, but god only knew how hard it was for him when the only thing he really wanted was to beg her to stay.

"Everyone here likes me, and there I will be all alone" Y/N whispered. She wasn't crying anymore but she was scared and uncertain and all Chibs could do was to reassure her.

"It won't take long for everyone there to love ye, lass. Ye're kind, beautiful, clever young girl. Ye will have so many new friends there" Filip whispered and pressed his lips against her foreherad, it was all he allowed himself to do.

They've been talking for awhile more, Y/N still confused, but the more Chibs was supporting her, the more she was curious about this new life she could have. Big city, lots of opportunities. Filip knew it was right for her to stay away from the club, it was getting too dangerous. But it was breaking his heart, he knew he will have to learn to live without her around. Chibs only started feeling alive again and soon the light of his life would be taken away from him.

Soon Y/N fell asleep, exhausted with all the emotion she had experienced that evening. Chibs lifted her carefully and went to Jakson's room where he carefully put her on the bed and covered her with blanket. He wanted to kiss her now more than ever knowing that soon he will lose her. But Filip only kissed her forehead again and it made her smile in her sleep. Then he left the room.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

She was leaving tomorrow. In past two weeks they had no chance to talk. Y/N was busy with packing up and Chibs had handfull of club issues. He knew it would be early in the morning when Y/N will come to the clubhouse to say goodby and he hoped to have a chance to see her.

"Chibs, I need you and Happy to visit Tacoma chapter. They have some problems there and need our help" Clay found him in the workshop where he was hiding to have some time to think.

"Aye. When?" Deep in his thoughts, Chibs didn't really pay attention to what Clay said untill he heard the answer.

"Now. Happy is ready, waiting to you" Clay shrugged "Call me if you need more people there"

Chibs nodded and went to his room to get ready for the run. He wanted to ask Clay to send someone else but there was no reason for that except for Y/N and he couldn't tell about her. So all he could do was put his cut on, go to the parking and leave toghether with Hap.

They were on the road for several hours when the sunrise lightened the skyes. It was around 6 am, the time when Y/N was supposed to leave. Chibs couldn't be there, couldn't say goodbye and he had no idea if he'll ever see her again. Watching the road ahead he felt his eyes blurring with tears.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 10 months

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Congrats on the follower milestone! Well deserved! Could I request a 19 with Happy Lowman?

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What a Mess

Contains: Fluff

1.1K words

“Whoever said you can't buy Happiness forgot little puppies.” - Gene Hill

Happy wouldn't tell you where the puppy came from, he just came home one day covered in human blood and handed you a scruffy crying puppy with a grunt. After you had washed the puppy and given it some boiled chicken, he gave you a Happy style explanation about how he "found" the dog when the SONs went to visit a drug dealer.

Two days later, Juice would tell you the truth. The drug dealer had bought the puppy early that day and just gave it to Happy when he decided it was too much work. The blood came later when Happy decided that giving a dog to strangers with guns was unforgivable.

She got her name the first night when she made her way between you and Happy as you settled into bed and flopped into your pillow. Happy turned into a total dog dad, carrying her everywhere because she hadn't got her shots yet and he didn't want her to get sick.

It soon became clear that Mellow was some kind of horse because she was putting on a pound a week and the more she ate, the more she wanted. Which led you to where you were now, looking out at a kitchen covered in roast beef scraps while she wagged her tail at you, "Did your daddy put the roast too close to the edge of the bench?"

Her tail wagged and she let out a yip as she wagged her way over to you, "I hope you like that because that piece of meat was very pricy." All Mellow did in response was lick your hand, "I'm not mad at you, you're just being a dog, but your daddy's in the poo."

"Why am I in the poo?" You turned around as Mellowed rushed to greet Happy.

"Because I asked you to put the roast in the middle of the counter when you took it out and you didn't so someone ate half of it." She let out another yip, and Happy bent down to scratch her ear while her tongue lolled from her mouth, "Hap, we pay really good money for her to have good nutrition. She can't be eating stuff off our table unless we let her."

He sighed, "I know. I meant to push it further, but she took her ball to the door and I wanted to play outside with her. I forgot where I left it."

You nodded, "That's alright, there was nothing in it that could have hurt her so no harm done. How about you clean up here while I give her a bath and then you can go and get us some takeout?"

Happy nodded, "That's fair."

You bent down and tapped your legs and Mellow came bounding over to you, "You wanna have a bath, you smelly girl?" Her tail waged and she placed your growing paws on your legs as her whole body wagged with her tail, "I'll take that as a yes."

She jumped off you and raced towards the tub and you sighed as Happy followed you, "Yes you can help but after that I want to kitchen spotless."

Happy smiled, "Hell yeah."

Mellow looked from you to Happy and with a wave of your hand, she was leaping into the tub joyfully. Happy raced over to the cupboard and returned with her brush, the nail trimmers and a bag, "What's that Hap?"

"I got her some soap." He opened the back and pulled out two large bottles with paw prints on them.

Your eyes grew wide when you realised what he had done, "Hap, that stuff is for show dogs, it's thirty dollars a bottle."

He shrugged, "She should only have the best."

You shook your head, "She already gets the best Happy, I get her shampoo and conditioner at the vet."

"Well this isn't shampoo and conditioner, it's prewash and after bath fur oil." He held up a finger and reached into the bag again, "I also go her paw balm."

You sighed, "Alright, just tell me how to use it once I've brushed her and done her claws."

Happy smiled, "It's easy, the lady at the store said it would make her coat nice."

You nodded, "I know Hap." Mellow could barely contain her joy as you brushed her fur and she slammed her growing feet into your palm when it was time to trim her nails.

"She's so well trained." Happy sounded so proud.

You shook your head, "Wait until the water turns on, she's just going to want to play." Sure enough, she was sliding around the bath with suds flying everywhere when it was time to wash her, Happy laughing as her floppy jowls went in every direction.

She yipped happily and hopped out of the bath when the hair drier came out and her tail flicked water everywhere when the warm air hit her skin, "She is the weirdest dog on earth, I've never met a dog that likes all parts of getting a bath."

Mellow stayed with you while you cleaned the bathroom and Happy headed to clean the kitchen, and she watched him on the couch as he mopped up all the mess, "She had fun here."

You nodded, "Yes she did."

Once everything was cleaned up, Happy walked over to you and kissed your temple, the Mellow's forehead, before heading out to get dinner, "You want anything special?"

You shrugged, "You know what I like."

"Yeah, I do."

****

Happy served you dinner, making sure that Mellow was occupied with a toy so you could eat without her feeling left out, even though you both knew she wouldn't beg for anything.

"I'm sorry about the roast. I know how hard you worked on it." He sounded sorry too.

You smiled softly, "I know, she's a puppy, there's no harm done." You pointed to the fridge, "Plus, you brought me cake, all is forgiven."

Happy looked at Mellow and smiled, "Do you think she knows how much we love her?"

You nodded, "I do. I mean, I don't love her as much when she pushes me off the bed but I love her with all my heart the rest of the time."

The side of Happy's lips ticked up in a smirk, "That reminds me, we're going mattress shopping on the weekend. I know a guy who can get us one of those huge orgy beds."

Your eyebrows wrinkled, "Those are big enough for more than two people and a great dane, what are you thinking Hap?"

"Well, you know how much Mel likes cats right?" You nodded, she had to say hello to every cat she saw, "I thought we could get a kitten, and then I read that two was better than one. I figure if we have a bed big enough, you won't say no."

You sighed, "I'm not going to say no anyway, you know how much I love cats."

Happy smiled, "I knew you'd say yes."

You shook your head, "You're lucky I love you."

He reached across the table and took your hand, "I love you too y/n."

Fin

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imagineredwood · 3 months

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Request: Can I get an imagine where the readers family disapproves of her relationship with Happy

Pairing: Happy Lowman x female reader

Warnings: Toxic family, dysfunctional family arguably, some angst, crying

Word count: 799

"It doesn't matter, babe." "It does matter!" Happy flinched at the sudden rise in your voice, exasperation dripping from your words. He looked over at you, arms out wide at your sides, fingers trembling from how worked up you were. He could hear the shake in your voice and released the pull tabs on the trash bag he was currently trying to take out. He let it go and faced you with a sigh, your hands slapping against your sides in defeat when you let them drop. Your voice was softer when you spoke again, but more broken. "It does matter, Happy. They're my family. It matters that they can't stand you. It matters that their dislike for you is enough to put me at a distance. It matters that this is now the third baby shower that they've just mysteriously forgotten to invite me to. It matters that my family cares more about not liking you, than loving me. It fucking matters, ok?" Heavy tears were gathered in your lashes by the time you finished speaking, Happy kicking himself for his words earlier. He trekked across the kitchen and stood in front of you, hands coming up to rest on the tops of your arms and rubbing comfortingly. "I'm sorry. I know it matters. I just meant…their stupidity and selfishness don't matter. Their ass-backward way of thinking doesn't matter. But I know it does because it matters to you. I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry." You nodded, his thumb coming up to brush away the few stray tears that had managed to escape. "It's ok. I see what you mean." There was silence then, you sniffling and willing the tears to stop while Happy tried to comfort you, his jaw twitching in fury that your sadness was a result of your own family. It was like a switch clicked then as if someone had turned on a lightbulb. One that made him see clearly and twist his stomach into knots at the same time. He swallowed roughly and stared at a piece of dust on the fan. "Do you wanna split up?" His words caught you off guard and you lifted your head away from his tear-soaked t-shirt to look at him with squinted eyes. "What?" He didn't look at you as he repeated himself. "Do you want us to split up?" You said nothing for long enough that he had no choice but to break and look into your watery confused eyes. "Why would you ask me that?" It was his turn to be exasperated now. "Because your fucking family can't just be happy for you and be happy that you're happy with me. They can't swallow their pride or their dislike for me enough to put you first. They wanna ostracize you and neglect you and bully you because you choose to be with me. They're not gonna let up. They haven't let up for two years. The only way you get your family back is if you leave me. You can't have both. They won't let you have both. So do you want to split up, yes or no?" You sniffled, your heart aching as you looked at him.

"You'd do that? For me? You'd let me go so I could be with them again?" He hesitated, his jaw so tight you worried his molars might crack. "I'd let you go so you could be happy. I wouldn't want to. But for you, I would." He wasn't usually a man of many words when arguing, his words always being concise and to the point. This time was no different, but at the same time, everything had changed. Your shoulders settled some and you reached out, taking his face into your hands. He avoided your gaze, looking past you until you squeezed gently. His mahogany eyes finally settled on yours and you pressed your lips to his for what felt like an eternity. When you finally pulled your lips away, he reached up and held his hands on top of yours, waiting for your answer. "You're the only one then." He squinted, not understanding. "You're the only one that cares if I'm happy. They don't. They know I'm happy with you and they don't care. They only care about what they want. But you want me to be happy." The Son nodded once. "And I'm happy with you. So there's your answer." He stood still, giving you a chance to change your mind. A chance to back out. Tell him you missed getting included and wanted that back. But you didn't. You held your hands to his cheeks, squeezed once, and then let them go, your arms snaking around his waist as you settled your head on the dry side of his chest.

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dallianceangel · 3 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 🍫🌃

here's another soft happy fic, i hope you enjoy x

🍫 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🍫

You sneak into the kitchen at 1AM, wearing nothing but Happy's SAMCRO shirt, craving something sweet to eat. The club is under lockdown, and snacks are limited.

“What time is it?” Happy mumbles, rubbing at his sleepy eyes as he leans against the door frame.

“Go back to bed, babe,” you whisper in response. “I'm just looking for some snacks.”

He grumbles before walking back to his dorm. Snacks are nowhere to be found, so you follow behind him. It's not until you're fully comfortable that he remembers.

“There's a box of candy underneath the bed.”

You leap into action.

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obsessedasusual · 2 years

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Just for Today - Happy Lowman

Summary: When Happy turns up with a woman on the back of his bike, his mother is delighted

Warnings: swearing, speeding, lying (lol)

Note: 2.1k WHY DID WE NEVER GET TO MEET HAPPY’S MOTHER?! There was a whole episode where she was just chilling inside near a mess of pancake batter! This is always gonna be one of my favourite tropes. Also somewhere along the way did the fandom just headcanon that Happy was Hispanic? Or was it mentioned in SOA? I can’t remember seeing anything but literally every fic I’ve read has him as Mexican, rolling with it!

Happy glanced at you briefly as he continued his phone call. You had no idea who it was or what it was about but judging by his expression, which in honesty was subtle but spoke volumes for a guy like Happy, it was important.

You took the time to admire the gas station parking lot Happy had parked up in, it wasn’t much. The chance to stretch your legs was a welcomed opportunity. You had only been riding for two hours but for someone that wasn’t well versed at riding on the back of a Harley, your back was killing.

Happy snapped his phone shut and strode back to where you were standing by his bike, “We gotta stop in Bakersfield.”

“What’s in Bakersfield?” You stared up at him, squinting in the sun. He took his helmet from the handlebars and put it back on, you followed suit assuming you were about to take off again.

“My mom.” Was all he said before taking his seat and starting the engine. You couldn’t help the way you jumped at the noise, sure you were getting used to the sound now that you were around the club more, but you still had a way to go. Deciding to ignore Happy’s slight smirk you climbed on behind him, securing your hold around his waist.

“I get to meet Mrs Lowman? I hope she has embar- shit!” Happy speed off from the carpark, cutting off your teasing in the process, “asshole.”

Riding with Happy was�� an experience. When you found out that it was him that was tasked with getting you to the San Bernardino charter, you had been hesitant to say the least. You’d even put up the argument that it was a waste of resources, sending him with you, and you would be absolutely fine driving your car down yourself. The club disagreed. It wasn’t safe, they argued. So take the scariest guy we have, you had mocked. You’d made it your mission on this trip to get him to crack a joke, a smile even. So far you’d had no success.

It wasn’t that you disliked Happy. You just hadn’t had much to do with him before. You’d never had a full conversation with the guy. He didn’t joke around like Juice and Tig. He didn’t tell you stories of ‘the old days’ like Chibs and Bobby. He was just there, always observing. Maybe he just hadn’t warmed up to you yet, you’d only come on as SAMCRO’s lawyer five months ago. It kept you busy, busier than you thought it would. But the compensation was worth it.

Happy rode fast, and what should’ve been a 90 minute ride to Bakersfield, definitely wasn’t. You soon found yourself cruising down the streets you could only guess Happy grew up in.

Pulling into the driveway of an older house with an immaculate garden, Happy cut the engine and signaled for you to get off before he followed. Shaking your legs out you took in your surroundings, “Did you grow up here?”

You were fishing for any morsel of information you could get about the man acting as your chauffeur, rolling your eyes when you received a grunt in response. Before you could push for a verbal answer the front door opened and an older woman hobbled out, excitement clear on her face.

Happy made his way to her immediately, gently taking her by the arm to keep her steady, “Ma, slow down.”

She slapped his hand lightly before reaching for his neck and pulling his taller frame into a hug. You smiled at the sight.

It didn’t take long for her to notice you standing back awkwardly, and she looked to Happy for an explanation.

He barely got your name out before she was walking over to you, arms wide open ready to wrap you up in a welcoming hug much like she had done her son.

Catching Happy’s eye over his mother’s shoulder you noticed his face was pulled into a scowl, you raised an eyebrow at his expression.

“Welcome, mija,” she pulled back to smile at your still surprised face, “Come in, come in! Lunch is still hot.”

She turned then and made her way back inside, no doubt to start dishing up the meal.

You walked a few steps to close the gap between you and Happy, “Your mom is the sweetest person.”

Happy nodded in response, the corner of his mouth curling up into an almost smile. He tipped his head to the house signalling for you to head inside. As the two of you walked in you whispered, “What’s her name?” In the rush of the initial meeting you hadn’t even thought to ask.

“Maria.”

As soon as you stepped through the front door you felt… welcome. The walls were decorated with an assortment of picture frames, each containing a different snippet of Maria’s life and loved ones, music was playing quietly from the radio, and a mouthwatering savoury smell filled the air.

You paused in the doorway to the kitchen as Happy stepped around you, gently moving his mother out of the way to get the plates she was trying to reach. Maria patted his arm affectionately, turning her gaze to you she motioned for you to take a seat at the table.

Soon a delicious looking soup was placed in front of you, and the Lowmans flanked you on either side, “Thank you, Maria. This smells amazing.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You might not like it!” She joked as you took your first spoonful, as expected it was delicious. Maria smiled as you voiced your praises.

As you ate quietly, Happy and his mom made small talk catching up, mainly about her health. As spritely as she was, you could see Maria was on the frail side. Happy obviously worried about her.

“You need home help, Ma-“

“I need no such thing, Happy. I’m fine.” She turned her attention to you, cutting off her son, “And what do you do for work, dear?”

You flicked your eyes to Happy briefly seeing his scowl at being interrupted, “I’m a lawyer, ma’am. The boring paperwork kind.”

“A lawyer! Smart girl, Happy. How did you two meet? You never said anything about a girl!” The smile was still on her face as you quietly choked on your mouthful of soup and Happy froze in his seat.

“No, Ma-“ The Son’s explanation was interrupted.

“You know, he’s never brought a girl home before. I worry about him. At home by himself.”

You and Happy locked eyes for a second, before he tried for a second time to explain, “Ma, it’s not-“

Again he was cut off. You had to let out a small giggle as he tipped his head back in frustration.

“You should’ve told me, mijo! I would’ve tidied the house up. Made a good first impression.” Maria looked ecstatic. She looked every bit the doting mom.

“Ma,” he placed his hand flat on the table top to make a point, “We’re-“

“We’ve only been together a few months.” It was you cutting him off this time. You could feel his glare as you stayed facing his mom, “I told him to tell you, but… you know what he’s like!” That made Maria laugh in agreement. Yeah, she knew what he was like. She raised the man. You however, had spent only a few hours with the guy, and that had been in silence on the back of his bike.

The home phone began to ring from the living room, Maria pushed herself out of her seat to answer it, leaving you and Happy alone.

You turned slowly to face him, “Okay-“

“What the fuck are you doing?” His glare hadn’t changed, his tone was accusing, but also curious.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know! It just came out. She sounded so excited, Happy.”

“Not your place.”

“I know,” you sighed, “You saw her, she just wants you to be happy. What do I say now? How the hell do I take that back?”

Your attention was pulled from the man beside you back to his mother as she returned to the table, still smiling brightly, “Julie from down the street. Wanting to gossip. Anyway, what were you saying, dear?”

You swallowed thickly, trying to work out how to break the truth, “Um, actual-“

“Met through the club,” Happy’s gravelly voice was doing the interrupting now, “She was doing some work for TM, went from there.”

You turned to him in shock. What the fuck was happening right now? Instead of meeting your gaze he focused his attention on the bowl of soup in front of him.

“I knew you’d find someone!” Maria grabbed your hand gently, drawing your attention, “He works so hard you know? Always working when I call. He needs someone to draw him away sometimes.”

That you knew. From your limited exposure with the club, you knew they were always working on something. Long nights, often without sleep.

Clearing your throat you nodded your agreement, “I try my best, ma’am. He can be incredibly stubborn though.”

Maria laughed knowingly while her son grunted beside you.

“I know all about that, dear! Keep at him. He gives in eventually.”

You let yourself relax with the current situation, “That’s good to know.”

After lunch and a million more questions about your relationship, which Happy had so kindly left to you to come up with answers for, Maria shooed you away to the living room to relax while she and Happy cleaned up. You had tried to protest but you had quickly learned where Happy got his stubborn trait from.

Sat on the couch flicking through an old photo album that Happy had tried to snatch away from you, only to be scolded by his mother much to your amusement, you found yourself tuning into the conversation between mother and son in the kitchen.

“She’s beautiful, mijo.”

Happy grunted.

“And nice! She’s exactly what you needed.” It was silent bar the splashing of water as the dishes were washed, “You be good to her.”

“Don’t worry about it, Ma.”

“I mean it, Happy. Treat her right. I want her around for a while.” A small smile found its way to your face.

“I know, Ma.” This is not how you saw your day going.

“Do you love her?” You heard him clear his throat awkwardly.

“Shit-“

“Language.”

“Uh, yeah. She’s great.”

You had to bite your tongue to stop the laugh that was close to escaping. You’d never heard Happy speak so softly with someone before.

“I’m happy for you, you know. She’s good for you. Bring her around more.”

“Maybe.”

Footsteps rounded the corner and Happy came to a stop in front of you, staring down at the photo album.

“You were the cutest kid,” you teased, “look at all your hair.” Lifting the book to show him.

“I was there.” He took the opportunity to take the book from you, snapping it shut and putting it back on the shelf, “We gotta hit the road.”

You pouted, wanting to spend more time getting all the juicy details of a younger Happy from his mom, but at his glare stood without argument.

“Heading out so soon?” Maria questioned as she joined the two of you in the living room.

“Gotta get to Berdoo.” Happy answered.

Maria sighed understandingly and turned to you, “See what I mean? Always working!”

Your eyes flicked to Happy briefly, seeing from his expression that he felt bad, “He has an admirable work ethic. I’m guessing he gets that from you, you’ve raised a good man, Maria.”

Maria pulled you into her embrace, “You’re too kind. Keep him in line won’t you?”

“Of course.”

Pulling back from you she turned to her son and repeated the action. It was almost comical, seeing a large man like Happy being pulled down to his mother’s height, “Remember what I said. I want to see her again.”

You should keep a tally of how often Happy responded with a grunt over a verbal response.

“Be safe on the roads won’t you? I love you.”

“Love you too, Ma.”

The love between the two was clear. Happy was the apple of Maria’s eye.

They ended their embrace and Happy moved to stand beside you, taking you by surprise when he hooked a finger through one of your belt loops and tugging lightly, signalling it was time to head out.

“It was lovely to meet you, Maria. Thank you again for lunch.”

She waved off your thanks, “You take care, mija. I’ll see you next time.” She spoke with a wink.

She walked the two of you through the kitchen and waved as you continued out the door.

You waved back enthusiastically, “Bye!”

Happy led you down the path toward his bike, hand barely grazing the small of your back.

“I can’t wait til she’s my mother in law.”

“Put your fuckin’ helmet on.”

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ravennaortiz · 3 months

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21, 28, 33 with Happy (shocking) Fluff, smut, or smutty fluff. Surprise me! 💜

*Goes to Happys door. Your needed dear* Yes, lets see what are we going to do with out favorite Killa and these fantastic prompts?

21: Like what you see?, 28:You look better in my clothes and 33:Are you blushing? As always 18+

My clothes

Happy wanted nothing more than to shower and go to bed so that he could get back home to you. Turning on the light to his dorm at the clubhouse he was surprised to see you curled up in one of his SAMCRO hoodies fast asleep. Smiling he shut the door quietly and turned off the light before tip toeing to the bathroom to shower.

Happy was stepping out of the shower when he saw you sitting on the sink. Not bothering with a towel he made his way over to you. Noting your eyes trail over his naked body. "Like what you see? he rasped as he stood in front of you pushing your legs open to step between them. Nodding you felt your cheeks heat slightly under his gaze.

"Are you blushing? Not the first time I've been between these legs of yours" chuckled Happy as he grabbed your chin and pulled your mouth to his. Happy grinned as he felt your wrap your legs around his waist before he moved his mouth to the sensitive spot on your neck making you moan softly in his ear.

"Stop. You look better in my clothes" whispered Happy as he grabbed your hands that were trying to slip out of his hoodie. "I want to take you like this" he added his pupils blown with lust. Once you nodded he was quick to skillfully move your panties to the side before sliding into you. You moaned his name as he stretched you. "So good" grunted Happy as he moved your legs to his shoulders giving himself a deeper stroke as he watched your eyes roll back and back arch off the counter. Happy pulled multiple orgasms out of you, making sure you were completely satisfied before cuming deep within you.

"Shower?" you asked breathless as he pulled out of you. "Bed. I need to taste you" grunted Happy as he threw you over his shoulder making you giggle.

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fanficimagery · 3 months

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Violent Little Thing

To the Sons of Anarchy, you're just Happy's neighbor that doesn't care for drama or the fact that they wear kuttes. But in actuality, you've dealt and probably have done far worse, and it isn't until you're kidnapped that they find out your secret.

Author's Note: Long time no see, huh? Does this mean I'm back? Hell no. This has been sitting in my drafts since mid-2023 and thought it was time to go out. For never having seen more than a few episodes, I love these SOA boys. I'm not super familiar with the lingo or clubhouse etiquette, so this is gonna take place away from that particular setting. Trigger warning for graphic violence and attempted sexual assault (it doesn't get far). Reader is gonna be a little… off the rails. Blame all the dark romance I've been reading lmao.

Before moving into your new home, you knew it was going to be a fixer upper. Fortunately for you, you loved working with your hands, and after having been banished to Charming in hopes of calming your inner demons, you were going to have a lot of time to do just that. But the joke was on your family because there was no calming your demons. People just needed to learn to not piss you the fuck off.

When you get to the house, however, you see that a majority of the work has already been done for you. The only thing left for you to do is paint the walls, rearrange furniture, and unbox your belongings. The electricity and water are already turned on, and wifi has been installed with your password on a sticky note.

The master bedroom is huge and you love it, but you don't have nearly enough belongings to fill it. Your queen-sized bed looks tiny and you immediately want something bigger. So heading back outside to your vehicle, you grab your bag that has your laptop inside and head back in. Setting up at your kitchen island, you search for a place that will deliver any type of food and beverage. You find a pizzeria just on the outskirts of town that will deliver to Charming, so you place a quick order. It's a forty minute wait period, so to pass the time you start looking up bedroom ideas.

You run across a California king bed, but none really catch your eye. What does catch your eye, however, are the DIY beds that touch from one side of the wall to the other. You take your laptop back to your bedroom so see if it's do-able, and come to the conclusion that it is. You'll have to add some floating shelves since you won't be able to have bedside tables, but that's perfectly fine with you. You then take the time to get down the measurements of your room because you still have to situate your dresser and mount your TV to the wall, and you need to make sure everything will fit.

Eventually your food gets there and, sitting at the kitchen island, you dig in. You slowly eat and drink your fill, and then place any leftovers in the already cool refrigerator.

Needing some bathroom necessities and sheets for your current bed, you unload your vehicle. You place each box in their respective rooms, but leave them mostly boxed up. And not wanting to get any TV's mounted or bed fully put together since you still have to paint the walls, you remain on your laptop to pass the time and send messages to your family to let them know you're okay.

It takes you a couple of weeks to build your bed frame, get in your special ordered mattress, and paint the walls to your liking. You do most of your building in the driveway, so you've become accustomed to the people living on your street, waving at them as they pass or call out a greeting. But there's one individual everyone seems to steer clear of or avoid eye contact with, and that's your next door neighbor who rides a motorcycle and proudly wears a Sons of Anarchy kutte.

You had first seen the intimidating, bald man when he showed up a couple days after you moved in. You'd looked up when you heard the rumblings of engines and watched two motorcycles pull into the driveway next door. You paused hammering for a moment, nodded at the two men who took a moment to stare back, and then went back to work.

Over the next few days, men came and went from next door. And each time, they were intrigued watching you work. But eventually your bed frame was finished and you had to situate it in your bedroom. Maneuvering the mattress was no easy feat, but you were not about to ask for help, and it didn't take you long to finally finish furnishing your home to your liking.

As busy as you've been, you haven't really had the time to eat a home cooked meal. So after everything, you took a trip to the grocery store and bought hundreds of dollars of food and drink to stock your kitchen with.

The air is finally cool and crisp, so all the windows to your home are wide open. You'd been feeling a little restless, so you opted to cook a meal that would keep you busy. Enchiladas, rice, and beans is one of your favorite meals, so after making sure you have everything, you put a pot of beans to cook. They have to cook for a few hours, so while that's going on you get online to check in with your family.

When the beans are done, you get started on browning hamburger meat. Setting a majority of the meat aside, you use only a bit for the enchilada sauce. You pour in water, flour, spices, and some canned chili until it's to your liking, and then heat up some corn tortillas before you start rolling the enchiladas. After they're in a pan that holds far too many for only you, you pour the enchilada sauce on top before shredding some cheese atop of it. Once that's in the oven, you get started on a pan of rice.

It's when the rice is boiling that your doorbell rings. A little tired and more than a little hungry, you grab up your beer after turning off the rice, and take a swig of it on your way to the door. Since the door is wide open, you can easily see who's standing just on the other side of the screen door. It's one of the Sons, one of the only two with brown skin that you've seen so far. But this isn't the intimidating bald one, this is the one with a shaved mohawk down the center of his head and a killer smile.

You arch an eyebrow at him as he tucks his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and you take another swig of beer as you lean against the door jamb. "Yes?"

The corner of his eyes crinkle as his smile widens. "Hi. Uh, me and my boys are chilling next door and we couldn't help but smell whatever it is you're eating. You mind sharing the name of the place where you picked up your food from so we can go get some too? Smells really good."

Your lips twitch. "Who said I picked anything up?"

"You cooking?" His eyes widen. "Bullshit."

You huff a laugh and nod. "YN."

"Juice."

"Mhmm." You push the door open just enough so you can lean out and peer next door, catching sight of two men sitting sideways on the seats of their bike. "Just you three?"

"Yeah."

You hum again and then back into your home as the screen door shuts quietly. "I've been watching you guys come and go, nodding cordially when our gazes clash," you say. "If you're willing to leave your shoes by the front door, you're more than welcome to pull up a seat at the table."

"Forreal?"

"Sure." You shrug. "I never learned how to cook for one, so I might have made an entire tray of enchiladas that will most likely go to waste if someone else doesn't eat them."

"Oh hell yeah." Juice turns, cupping his hands around his mouth as he says, "Yo! Free meal! Get over here!"

You watch as one man eagerly gets off his bike, whooping in delight of free food. The other, the one you believe actually lives next door, casually gets up at a leisurely pace. You push open the screen door as they're stomping up your porch steps, and Juice introduces you to Tig and Happy. You do your best not to smile because Happy does not look quite so happy, but he grunts a greeting when you tell them your name.

As Juice steps into your home, he's quick to kick off his shoes and tell his boys to do the same. They do and then you lead the way to the kitchen, pointing at your table. "Siéntate."

"Ohhh. A Spanish lady," Tig muses as Juice translates for him to sit down as you instructed. When you glance at him, his wild-crazed gaze makes you snort. "I like 'em a little spicy."

"And I like 'em less talkative." Happy and Juice both snort, and Tig beams at your sassy retort. "Beer or soda?"

Tig and Happy take beers, and Juice takes a soda. You serve them each their own plate of three enchiladas, a scoop of rice, and a scoop of beans. You serve yourself last with a glass of water, and finally take a seat to dig into all your hard work.

"Goddamn," Tig grumbles after his first bite of everything. "This is some Mexican restaurant level shit here."

You grin as you eat at your own pace, feeling content at watching three grown men finding your cooking delicious.

"So what's your story?" Juice asks. "In all the times I've come around, it's just you here."

"That's because it is just me here."

"Why Charming?"

You take a moment to swallow your food, washing it all down with a sip of water as you lean back in your chair. Then glancing between each man and the patches on their kuttes, you ask, "Do you want the real story or the story I'm feeding anyone who asks in polite small talk when they see a new face in the store?"

All three men slow their eating, their gazes sliding up to you in surprise.

"What's the story you tellin' the locals?" Tig asks.

Placing a hand over your heart and changing your voice so you sound like a southern belle, you say, "Just that I just left a very nasty relationship and my family thought I deserved a fresh start away from the man who dared lift a fist in my direction."

Tig snorts. "And the real story?"

You chuckle as your voice goes back to normal. "My family thought I needed to calm my inner demons, so they banished me to Charming. Joke's on them, I've made peace with my demons. It's not my fault people keep pissing me off."

Tig and Juice laugh as Happy smirks at you.

"What'd you do to earn banishment?" Juice wonders.

You shrug. "I wasn't joking about the nasty relationship. I just leave out the small detail that once I was out of the hospital, I went crawling back to my dickhead of an ex-fiancé and plotted my revenge."

"Crazy and you can cook. Marry me," Tig says.

You shake your head at him, eating a bit more before finishing the story. "I was raised to take no shit from anyone. So after he put me in the hospital, I made him believe all was well. Then one night, when he least suspected it, I slipped him a little something so he was conscious, but paralyzed, and set fire to his house."

The three men freeze, but you continue eating as if it was no big deal.

"Did you- did you kill him?" Juice warily asks.

"Unfortunately, no." You pout and then laugh at their awed expressions. "He had nosy neighbors so they were able to get the firetrucks there as soon as they smelled smoke. But when my family found out, they said I was sloppy, so I got shipped out here."

"Yoo.. what the fuck?" A moment of quiet ensues and then Juice is laughing. "That has to be the craziest shit I've heard in a while."

"I highly doubt that." Your gaze drops to the patch on his kutte. "I'm sure you've heard, seen, or taken part of some pretty crazy shit." When you meet his gaze again, you smirk. "Am I wrong?"

Juice grins and then looks at Happy. "Your neighbor is cool as shit. I'm kind of jealous." The air of amusement lingers as everyone continues to eat. "So what do you do for work?"

"I do some IT stuff for my family." You shrug. "I can work from anywhere, so I guess I'll still be doing that. What about you boys? What do you do other than ride?"

"We work at Teller Automotive," Tig says. "Only car garage in town."

"Really? Do you guys have any openings this week? I need my oil changed."

"Sure. We'll leave a number before we leave."

The rest of dinner is spent with the men telling you what there is to do in Charming and asking how long you plan on staying. You're not really sure, but if you end up liking Charming then you have no issues setting down roots. And then when dinner is done and you've seemed to exhaust all the small talk topics, you plate up the leftovers and send the men on their way.

Over the next couple of weeks, you befriend your neighbor. You take your vehicle into Teller Automotive and Happy takes it upon himself to take care of it for you. Tig and Juice had kept you company, and introduced you to a few of their other brothers when they took interest in their new friend. You were invited to one of their parties and, after some pressuring, you went. Nothing shocked you, not even a few members of the club getting head in plain sight, but Happy apparently shocked everyone else by gluing himself to your side. According to the club President, Happy was normally found in the ring outside or fucking his way through croweaters, but that night he made sure that no one bothered you.

Then more often than not, Happy reaped the benefits of your cooking and appeared for dinner before taking leftovers home for lunch.

In such a short period of time, you grow accustomed to the stern biker's company.

One morning, you're startled awake by the doorbell ringing and a fist pounding on the door. You sit up and scoot out of bed, hurrying towards your front door in a groggy, yet panicked state. But before you pull the door open, you peer out one of the thin windows on one side of your door. It takes a moment for you to realize it's Happy and that the sky behind him is still dark.

Unlocking the door, you pull it open. "What the fuck, Hap? What's going on?"

With a duffel bag hanging off his shoulder, Happy looks you up and down. "You always answer the door like this or am I just special?"

You freeze and then glance down, rolling your eyes when you remember you went to sleep in a gray wife beater, that makes it very obvious you're not wearing a bra, and a pair of hipster underwear. "Neither. You're lucky."

"Sure." You narrow your eyes at him and he smirks. "I forgot the bills were due and everything got shut off. Can I crash here until I get it sorted?"

Without missing a beat, you say, "Yeah," and step back from the door, opening it wider. "Shoes off. You know where the bathroom is and I'm pretty sure you can find the guest bedroom." You yawn and lock the door behind your friend. "What time is it?"

"Little after five."

"Happy," you whine. "S'too fuckin' early. M'going back to bed." As you pad back to your room, you don't hear any footsteps behind you. "Stop staring at my ass!"

"Can't help it. Might start dropping by early now."

"Do it and die, Lowman." Stopping and turning, you point an accusatory finger at him. "Do not come in between me and my bed. I will murder you."

His lips twitch. "Worth it."

. .

It takes less than a week for Happy to get his power and water turned back on, and then he's back at his house. Though there are times when he shows up for dinner, dropping off on your couch when he's too tired to walk back home. Normally you would mind, but Happy knew how to clean up after himself, so you didn't mind that it seemed he was practically half moved in.

One night, you get a call from your brother that they need you to come in and work on cracking the passwords on a few laptops they'd gotten their hands on. You agreed, but first you needed to arrange someone to look after your house.

The next afternoon, you show up to Teller Automotive. You find Happy on a smoke break and ask him for a favor. When you ask him if he can keep an eye on your house for two days, he seems surprised, even more so when you give him a copy of your house key. You tell him he can crash there and eat whatever food you have so long as he doesn't trash the place. He readily agrees.

And when you return two days later, you realize you should have specified that he could crash in the guest bedroom. Finding a nearly naked Happy in your bed isn't half bad, nor is the firmness of his ass when you smack a hand down on it to wake him up.

Immediately he jerks awake, twisting his body as he sits up, and pointing a gun right at your face. You laugh and lick the tip of the barrel while wiggling your eyebrows at him. "Wakey, wakey."

"You're a fuckin' pyscho," he grumbles, lowering his gun.

"Yeah, well duh. You should have had that figured out a long time ago." He rolls his eyes before turning to drop down face first back into your pillow, shoving his gun back under it. You grin. "Was there something wrong with the guest room you've been using?"

"No. I just didn't know how fuckin' massive your bed was. It looked lonely without a body in it."

"Mhmm. I'm sure." He grunts and you chuckle as you crawl out of the bed. "I'm gonna go pick up some breakfast from the diner. Want anything?"

"Anything and everything."

"Gotcha. I'll text you when I'm on my way back."

. .

The dynamic between you and Happy ended up changing after that fateful morning. When he slept over, it was in your bed. You hadn't crossed the line past lingering touches or innuendos, but it was a given that he was the only person allowed in your bed. You didn't care for the croweaters at the parties his club put on every Friday night, but the two of you made a statement when he rolled up one night with you seated behind him.

The Sons nearly gaped as Happy amped up his protectiveness, pulling you between his parted thighs as he took a seat on a stool at the bar. Tig and Juice had walked over, and Happy perched you on his knee as you joked with his brothers. The croweaters didn't bother to hide their glares or sneers, but you merely smirked at their cattiness and took to scratching the back of Happy's head with your nails when you'd draped your arm around his shoulders.

"So, is this a thing?" Jax, the club president, had asked.

You shrugged and grinned. "We're friends."

"Friends don't stake claims."

"We're possessive friends."

Happy had snorted but didn't correct you.

From there on out, it was known that you were Happy's.

The Sons are relaxing at the clubhouse after a long day's work when blacked out Escalades and BMW's pull up. The atmosphere immediately goes from relaxed to tense, and the Sons flank their President when he walks out to the lot to see what the deal is.

Thug after thug exit the vehicles before opening the doors on two Escalades, ushering out four well-dressed men. None of them look like they'd be a person to fuck with, so Jax is extremely curious as to what the fuck is going on.

"Can I help you?" He asks, eyebrow arches as tattooed thugs flank the apparent important men.

"I hope you can." The one in charge reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a picture. "What do you know about this woman?"

When Jax is shown a picture, he mentally curses. It's Happy's neighbor and a friend to many Sons. He keeps his expression neutral, before shrugging. "Nothing. Should I?"

"She's my baby sister."

"Oh hell…"

"YN never misses check-in and she's missed two," the man explains. "It's come to my attention that she's made some connections to Happy Lowman, Juan Ortiz, and Tig Trager- all Sons of Anarchy. Do you understand why I'm here now?"

"Fuck, man, we didn't know. What can we do?"

"You can start by questioning your men to see if they'd heard from her."

At that, Tig steps forward. "I haven't seen or spoken with YN in a little over a week."

"What about Juan or Happy?"

Jax looks at his gathered men, frowning. "Where are Juice and Happy?" No one says anything, looking as confused as their President when they don't see their familiar faces. Then raising his voice, he asks, "Has anyone heard from Happy or Juice today?" Nothing. No one utters a peep. "What about yesterday?"

"Jax." Opie has his phone to ear, shaking his head. "Both are going to voicemail."

"Shit." Then turning around to face the slowly darkening expressions of YN's apparent brothers, Jax asks, "How can we help?"

. .

When your eyes flutter open, every inch of your body is in pain.

"How the fuck does my hair hurt?" You groan. You try to sit up, but realize you're on your side, on dirt and hay, with your hands tied behind your back. "What the actual fuck?" Clearing your vision, you see that you're not alone. Happy and Juice are with you, but they're in chairs with their hands tied behind their backs and looking a little beat up.

"Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty," Juice tiredly muses.

"What happened?" Maneuvering around some, you manage to sit up.

"Kidnapped," Happy says. "They injected us with some shit, but they gave you too much."

You grimace as you roll your neck. "Dicks." It's dim in the empty barn you're being kept in, but you can see sunlight through the cracks of the walls. There are stalls for animals on either side of you, all empty, and a table filled with various blades and weapons not too far away. Your aching arms are your main priority though, so you move into a crouch and wiggle your tied wrists under your butt. With a grunt, you fall backward and maneuver your hands until they're situated in front of you. "Ah. That's better."

"Get up and grab a blade so we can get the fuck outta here," Happy urges.

You do as you're told, mentally scoffing at the thought that these morons didn't think to bind your ankles. Unfortunately, you're not so lucky as someone had been watching from the shadows. So just as you're reaching for a blade, that someone jumps out at you and roughly pins you against the table.

Bent over with your arms above your head and someone pressed up right against you, you immediately start thrashing and cussing out whoever it is. Happy and Juice shout, and start wriggling in their own seats when a hand then pins you to the table by the back of your neck.

"So close, princesa." A man tuts and you jerk in his hold, but still he persists. Laughter causes you to look up, watching as another two men step out from behind Happy and Juice. "Is that anyway to talk to your host?"

"Fuck. Off."

"Oh, I will." Just then, a hand grips your waist and squeezes, and you freeze. "Just not yet. I have some questions for you."

"Don't you fucking touch her."

When you glance up at Happy, there's a look on his face that you've never seen before. You know what he does for the Sons, but you'd never seen that particular dark look or glint in his eyes, and for a moment it steals your breath away. Then you remember that look isn't meant for you, and you squirm a little as the man behind you laughingly presses his pelvis into your ass. "Or what?"

Juice answers, "Or we'll fucking kill you."

That causes all three men to laugh some more.

"Doubtful. But thanks for the laugh." Then the man behind you focuses on you once again. "Besides, my business isn't with you, but with the princesa de la mafia."

You tense. "I don't know anything."

"Aw. Of course, you don't," the man coos. "I would hope that your brothers are smart enough to never let a woman in on their secrets. But then again, you are the baby sister of one of the most dangerous mafias in the United States. I'm pretty sure you know something that I can use to hurt those brothers of yours."

You manage to angle your head just enough so you can make eye contact with Happy. He meets your stare, and you see it subtly soften, but then he's glaring at the man holding you once more. "I won't sell out my brothers."

"No?" The man releases your neck, only to trail his fingers down from your ribs to hips. "I don't want to mess up such a pretty face, but you do know there are other ways to break you and get you to talk, right?"

And then before you can answer, he's grabbing the back hem of your shirt and ripping it down the middle.

You yelp just as Happy shouts, "You motherfucker!", and squirm to get away. Across from you, Happy and Juice are pummeled a few times until they stop trying to break the chairs they're bound to.

The man rubs a hand up and down your back, fiddling with your bra strap, but never unsnapping it. You feel gross, but it's only when the guy reaches around to fiddle with the button on your jeans does red cloud your vision.

"Hey, Hap?" You manage to meet Happy's livid gaze. "Remember when I spoke about my demons?"

"Yeah."

"They desperately wanna come out to play."

"Shut the fuck up, you whore!" The man slaps you across the back of your head and you grit your teeth, biding your time.

Happy slowly smirks. "Then let them out to play, baby."

The moment the button on your jeans is opened, you scream at a pitch that startles every man in the room. Then pushing up as much as you can, you headbutt the man behind you. As he swears, you reach for the first handle you see and are pleasantly surprised to find a small machete. Then without even thinking, you whirl around and swing the blade, catching your would-be abuser in the neck with the blade.

Blood sprays as you immediately tug the blade free, leaving the man to try and cover his wound as he splutters on his own life force. From the corner of your eye, you see someone running at you, but another swing of the machete finds a home in the second man's face.

As the man falls back with a scream unlike anything you've ever heard, he takes the machete with him. Happy and Juice shout at you, and it's then you remember the third. He's running at you, a small blade in hand, and you reach for the nearest weapon. It's a metal bat and just as you rear back to swing, he swings first. The blade makes contact with your bicep, slicing it open, but you only feel the sting of it after you swing.

The bat clips the man in the jaw, stunning him. As he stumbles back, you advance. He sloppily swipes at you again, but you dodge it. The second hit with the bat hits true, catching him in the temple.

The man falls and you're quick to stand over him, bringing the bat down a third time.

The bat connecting for a fourth time makes Juice cringe, but Happy proudly watches on.

Thwack.

Thwack. A scream.

Crack!

"Shit. I think that was his skull," Juice mutters.

YN screams as she continues to wail on the man with her bat, caving his skull further and further in, to the point there's now a puddle of blood beneath his head and splattering with every pull back.

The barn doors open, and Happy and Juice tense when armed men start to file in, but they exhale with relief when they see Jax, Tig, Chibs, and Opie in the mix. All the unfamiliar men take in the scene with an air of indifference, but it's the expressions of the Sons that almost make Happy laugh out loud. They'd only known YN to laugh, feed them, or threaten the croweaters with violence. None of them, with the exception of himself, Juice, and Tig, knew the violence she was capable of.

"Uh, a little help?" Juice calls out. "My arms are killing me over here."

Tig rushes over, pulling out a blade to cut his brothers free. "What the fuck happened?"

"One of them threatened to rape her and she just lost her shit."

Juice is cut free first, and he immediately stands, rubbing his raw wrists. As Jax checks in with him, Happy is cut free.

"Boss, should we stop this?" Someone asks.

Happy looks over in time to see a guy in a suit grimace when blood is flung onto his pristine boots. "Do you want to get in the middle of that? You know how YN is. Let's just let her run out of steam."

As the guy steps back in line with a nod of agreement, Happy huffs and stands. He stalks over to YN until he's behind her. Then when she raises the bat high above her head, Happy lunges. He manages to grip the bat where it isn't slick and pulls it from YN's grasp.

Still very much livid, especially now that your weapon's been ripped from you, you whirl around to start screaming expletives and pummel whoever it is with your bound fists. Instead, arms are wrapped around you, keeping your arms stuck between your chest and another, and there's a gruff voice in your ear saying, "It's over. It's over, baby. The cavalry's here. You can stop now."

It takes a long minute for the voice to infiltrate the fog of rage, and then a moment to realize who's speaking.

When your struggles cease, Happy leans back a little to look down at you, but with his arms still wrapped around you. "You back?"

"Y-Yeah. M'sorry."

Happy grunts and leans his face closer to yours, and for a moment you think he's about to kiss you. Instead, he presses his forehead against yours as his eyes close, and he exhales with relief. "Don't be. That was hot as fuck."

You huff a quiet laugh as a bout of silence ensues, but then one of your brothers decides to ruin it.

"Hey, Lowman, we'll give you a million dollars if you give her your last name and take her off our hands."

You jerk in Happy's hold, turning to glare at all your smirking brothers. "Fuck off!" Laughter ensues at your disgruntled expression before Juice fills them in on what happened, and then Happy is tugging on your bound wrists so you look back at him before finally cutting you free. "Thank you."

One hand grasps the hair at the back of your head, gripping a little tight as he holds you in place so he can press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's get you home. You're covered in blood, and I need to take a look at your arm."

Glancing at your arm, you shrug. It stings, yeah, but it doesn't seem deep enough. And then just as you go to take a step, Happy swoops you up into a bridal carry.

It's then you notice that you, Happy, and Juice are all barefoot, and it's Juice who answers your unasked question. "You sleep like the dead, girl. Happy and I heard them enter the house, but they still managed to get the drop on us."

"I'm getting you a goddamn dog," Happy grumbles in response.

"Only if you clean up after it." He grunts and you grin. If he wanted a guard dog for you, then he was cleaning up any messes.

Outside the barn, suggestions are made about where to go now. Jax suggests the clubhouse, but at the wrinkling of your nose, Happy says you'll be going home. Your brothers mention not everyone can go because that many vehicles will draw attention, so Jax suggests sending your brothers' men back to the club with Opie and Chibs. They agree, and then you're loaded up into an Escalade with your brothers and Happy.

When you get to your house, Tig mentions that they had cleaned up and straightened your furniture after they figured out what had happened. You thank him and let Happy carry you to your bathroom while Juice takes the guest bathroom.

As Happy sets you on the counter, you watch as he gets the first aid kit from beneath your sinks. "They're gonna talk."

"Let them. The club already thinks we're fuckin'."

You snort. "Please. They should know by now that I'd never settle for a relationship where the guy gets to fuck around when he's on the road." Happy freezes with the antiseptic spray bottle in his hand before shaking himself free of thought and spritzing your arm where you were cut.

"Is that why you haven't given me the go-ahead to slip between your thighs?"

You smile at his blunt question and then wince when he wipes your arm clean. "Pretty much. I'm not a fan of my partner sticking his dick or tongue in some rando pussy, then coming home and doing the same to me." Happy grunts and you arch an eyebrow at him. "Would you be okay with me visiting my brothers and sucking someone's dick before coming home to you?"

"Fuck no."

"Exactly." You grin triumphantly. "So, unless you plan to stop dicking down croweaters or sweetbutts, the most you'll get out of me is some cuddling."

Stepping back, Happy tosses the used gauze pads into the trashcan and then reaches into your shower stall to turn on the water. Then looking at you, he demands, "Strip."

"If I fully strip, there's no going back. You're mine and mine alone." You hop off the counter, slipping off your ruined shirt without batting an eye. "I was calm and collected at your parties before because we're friends, but that all changes after this. I won't take it easy on any woman touching what's mine."

Happy smirks as he eyes you in your bra and jeans, and then strips off his shirt. "Good."

You've seen the man shirtless only a handful of times, but seeing his ink never fails to give you pause. You reach out for the first time, tracing the snake tattoo that takes up a majority of his chest and upper abdomen, before you trace the various happy faces on the side of his waist. You feel his abdominal muscles twitch and then between one heartbeat and the next, Happy's crowding you against the sink counter and angling your head up.

His kiss is as aggressive as you figured it'd be, his tongue sliding against yours and teeth digging into your bottom lip. You give as good as you get, nails digging into either side of Happy's waist as you kiss him. Then when the need for air arises, you pull back and try to catch your breath. "Well okay then."

Moving out from Happy's reach, you strip, uncaring of your nudity and then step into the steaming shower. Happy isn't too far behind you, but you're not too interested in seeing him fully naked as you are cleansing a stranger's blood from your body. Standing under the waterfall, you watch as the shower floor turns red. Happy presses in close behind you so he's under the water as well, and you straighten up before leaning your head back onto his shoulder, smiling softly at his hardness that presses against your ass.

"No funny business, Lowman. At least not until we've eaten a fuck ton and slept for a day or two."

He grunts. "Agreed."

You immediately start washing your hair, and you're surprised when Happy takes it upon himself to lather up some soap on your bath pouf to wash your body. For the most part he behaves himself, but when his thumb oh so casually brushes over your nipples, you slap his thigh and pay him back when it's your turn to wash him. He grunts when you take his dick in hand and thrusts into your soapy palm, but you quickly release him to finish washing his body.

"Fuckin' tease."

"You started it."

You get out of the shower first, smirking as Happy tells you he'll be out in a moment. You know exactly what that moment's going to entail since his hand is already stroking his cock before you can even find a towel.

"You gonna want something to eat?"

"Send Tig to get burgers and fries."

"Alright."

Back in your room, you can hear a muttered conversation from somewhere in your house. Clutching the towel around your body, you stick your head out your door. "Tig!"

"What?"

"Happy said to go get us some burgers, fries, and Cokes!"

"Do I look like a fuckin' maid?!" Tig appears in the hall, hands on his hips.

You grin at him. "No, but I do have a maid's costume. Wanna try it on?" Tig gapes and you laugh at his expression. "Come on, Tig. Please? You can grab some cash from the junk drawer."

"Fine. But only because I know Hap will murder me if I don't, not because I'm picturing you in a teeny tiny maid's outfit."

"Sure, buddy. Thank you!"

Tig grumbles as he turns to march out of your house and then you worry about getting dressed. You dress in nothing but a sports bra and boy short underwear, and then with a reluctant sigh you head to the front. Everyone's in your kitchen, sitting around your table, and your brothers groan when they see how little you're wearing.

"Oh, shut up. You've seen me in clothes like this before."

"In tights, not underwear," one brother grumbles.

"Just be glad they're boy shorts and not a g-string."

All your brothers groan yet again whereas the Sons find the interaction amusing. You take a seat at the table, grimacing a little and touching at your raw wrists.

"Let me get that for you," Juice says. He leaves to, no doubt, grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. Then taking a seat next to you, he asks, "Did Hap disinfect your arm?"

"Yeah. Just spritz it again and wrap it. It'll be fine."

As soon as Juice gets to work, Happy enters the kitchen in nothing but a pair of jeans hanging off his hips.

"Jesus," one of your brother's mumbles. "Are people suddenly allergic to clothes around here?"

You grin as Jax arches an eyebrow at his friend. "You have clothes here?" Happy nods and sits, and you quickly introduce him to your brothers while Jax looks at Juice to say, "You seem to know your way around this place too."

"It's because they practically live here when they're not at the clubhouse," you say. "Hap's moved his shit in my room, and Tig and Juice have slowly taken over my guest room." Then glancing at your brothers as if you didn't just drop somewhat of a bombshell on Jax, you ask, "So what the hell happened?"

Juice taps above one of your raw wrists and you situate them so he can disinfect them.

Your eldest brother meets your gaze. "There's a new family in town- Jimenez. They're trying to make a name for themselves and thought they could intimidate us." You scoff as your other brother's chuckle. "When they didn't get the reaction they were looking for, they came up with the bright idea to target the weak link. They thought they had the perfect candidate when they found out we had a baby sister."

"Joke's on them, you're fuckin' psycho," another brother muses.

"I'm not-"

"We literally walked in on you bashing a guy's head in."

"And let's not forget the whole reason you're in Charming is because you tried to burn down your ex's house while he was still inside."

"Or that one time you wrecked your car into that other girl's car all because she broke your friend's heart."

"That cunt cheated on him. She deserved every bit of karma I dished out."

Jax snorts, shaking his head. "Christ. You and Hap are gonna be a pain in my ass."

"You know it."

Tig shows up just after Juice is finished with your wrists. Juice then dishes out the food to you, Happy, and himself, and you get up to grab drinks from the fridge. As you settle back down, Jax and your brothers watch in surprise at how the three of you go to town on your provided meals.

"So, what exactly does one do as a mafia princess?" Jax wonders.

Chewing the food in your mouth, you only answer him after taking a drink of your soda. "I'm the family hacker. If they need a computer hacked into to gather information or scrub information, I get called in."

"So, in other words, you're female Juice," Tig says.

You laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." Juice grins and you reach over to fist bump him.

You continue eating as Jax speaks with your brothers, listening as this small portion of the Sons of Anarchy are filled in about what business your family gets up to. When you're finished eating, you stand and start gathering up the trash to toss. While you're up, you grab yourself a glass of water and some Ibuprofen. Then after downing four pills, you head back to reclaim your seat at the table, only for Happy to gently grab you by the arm and tug you down onto his thigh.

Your brothers don't care about your new chair, but Jax, Juice, and Tig can't help but raise an eyebrow.

"So, is this a thing?" Jax wonders, gesturing between you and Happy.

As you drape an arm behind Happy's shoulders to settle more against him, you smirk. "What's the matter, Teller? Scared?"

He huffs and then stares at Happy, but the man beneath you merely says, "Gonna start drawing up a crow. Does that answer your question?"

The kitchen goes eerily quiet and then…

"Holy shit. Hap's actually gonna take a woman," Juice says in awe.

"This is a momentous occasion. We gotta throw a rager." The glint in Tig's eyes has you narrowing your own eyes at him.

"You just wanna see a girl fight. Don't you?"

"Hap's been possessive of you since you first showed up to the clubhouse, but now that you're staking a claim, the thought might have crossed my mind."

"Are you sure you wanna see that?" One of your brother muses. "YN might traumatize a few poor souls."

Tig smiles. "I look forward to it."

You roll your eyes at Tig's excitement about possibly seeing you fight and your brothers chuckle. The Sons really had no idea what they were in for when someone tested your patience.

Standing, you keep a hand on Happy's shoulder as you say, "Well as much as I love, like, and appreciate all of you, you need to go. I'm exhausted and I still need to sleep off whatever I was drugged with."

Jax grins. "Is that code for us to get the hell out so you can bang Happy's brains out?"

Snorting, you shake your head as your brothers all grimace. "No. I'm seriously exhausted. The fucking will come later after we're well rested. I have a feeling I'm gonna need loads of energy for Hap."

Your brothers all make noises of disgust as they stand, and you take a moment to hug and kiss each of their cheeks on their way out. You promise to call when you're feeling better and then you're ushering the Sons out as well.

Locking up after everyone has left, you head to your room where you find Happy stripping off his jeans. He's in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs as he pulls your blanket back before sliding under and you pad over to do the same. You meet him in the middle, laying on your side as you drape one arm over his abdomen. With your head on his arm, you snuggle closer and Happy reaches for your leg to have it draped over his thigh so you're as close as can be without actually laying on top of him.

"Were you serious? About the crow?" You ask right before you drift off.

"Does that freak you out?"

"Not really. But if I get your mark, you're getting mine."

Happy huffs. "And just what is your mark?"

"My lips and name." You run your hand across his abdomen before walking your fingers down to one of the few empty patches of skin, below his belly button and right beneath where the snake's tail curls. "Right here."

"Above my dick, you mean?"

"Mhmm."

Happy grunts and then squeezes you a little tighter to him. "We'll see, princess. Now get some sleep."

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