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[theycallmequeenie]

Lexie And Happy

Part 15:

A/N: Hello again! This chapter got away from me, and there is more over share in this part, as well as a couple of visuals. I’m going to link them HERE(1), HERE(2), and HERE(3). so that they don’t get A: lost in the fic and B: in the way of the reading. I will also link the images in the story for those that don't want to look at the images before reading the fic. Again, I wish to apologize for all the run on sentences and the info dump like ramblings. I apologize in advance for the excessive word barf. Love to you all and Happy Reading!

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Tig sat on his side of the bed he and Venus shared and for the first time in days he allowed himself to just feel all the chaos. Vee knew this would happen eventually and was there for her man. Doing the best, she could to comfort him. She knew he needed to process everything over the last several days. To say utter chaos to describe things would be a massive understatement between the nightmare Lexi went through and the hell the guys were going through trying to find and save her. Vee knew all too well that both Tig and Happy were trying to squash the guilt they were feeling from Lex being taken right out from under their noses. Vee felt it too. How could have none of them been completely oblivious to someone not only breaking into Tig and Vee’s home but abducting Lexi right out from under them.

Tig told Vee figured out how the culprit managed to get by Sunny, the dog knew the guy from Lexie’s last job on the east coast. Lex was known to work it out with the owners of the garages she would work at that they would permit her to bring in Sunny with her from time to time. The owners would always agree because with Sunny being a Pittie, she seemed to keep the more gruff customers in line with just her presence in the shops and would provide Lexie, at least in theory, some form of protection from the customers that tried to mistreat Lex because she was a female mechanic. That sort of customer usually felt that since she was female, she had no business in turning wrenches on their cars that she ‘belonged either at home or in the office at the very most’. Lexie showed that sort of patron exactly why she was the one working on the cars and not making the coffee.

Tig knew all of this from the years of phone calls with his niece and willingly shared these details with Venus. Proud that he helped contribute to his niece’s love for working shoulder to shoulder with him and all the guys from the club and the friend of the club as well. All the men loved having her working with them at TM she was a sponge with it came to learning the ins and outs of all the vehicles and especially the bikes. Tig smiled proudly as he told Venus how Lexie would almost daily shock or surprise the guys by doing something they all figured she would need help with. Tig went on telling his Ole Lady how proud he was of his niece and how far she’d come from that terrified kid he took in when he lost his sister. She really hadn’t been a tough kid to raise, and he did have help from everyone in the club and all the Ole Ladies and Croweaters for the feminine influence. Mentioning that he had been thankful that Lexie’s mother had a will giving Tig custody of Lexie in the event she passed before Lex was of age to look after herself. Otherwise, she would have ended up in the system and God knows where.

This was when he started getting emotional. His voice was starting to crack, and he began to try to hide his face from view. Venus knew this was his telltale sign he was losing the battle between ‘Badass Outlaw’, that had seen more than enough to stay stone faced through everything, and a concerned uncle that knows how traumatized his niece had to be and how she had grown as a person in the manner of dealing with said trauma. Seeing lex not wanting to run this time and fighting to stay with the ones she loves. He still felt like he had left Lexie down by not stopping this from happening to her. This was all bubbling to the surface and Tig was trying to his hardest to keep his emotions in check or, since he was clearly losing that battle, at least to keep his emotional meltdown as quiet as possible.

Watching her man start to lose composure she wrapped him up in her arms and holding him to her. Murmuring to him that it was okay, to let go and get this out of his system. She did what she could to sooth her man. Vee knew that when he felt, he felt deep and that his emotional breakdowns could get intense. She continued to reassure him that Lexie did not feel that he let her down or failed her in anyway. Reminding him of the events after she was rescued and the things, she said to both him and Happy.

Vee sat with Tig and helped him through his moment of humanity for what seemed like an hour before he started to calm himself down and got himself into the PJ pants that he basically only wore with Lexie in the house as a measure to avoid exposing her to anything that should not be seen by her. That was not an experience neither of them wanted to deal with. Tig and Vee talked while they both readied themselves to get a few hours of sleep when out of nowhere they heard a loud, “SON OF A...” and then a fairly loud thud. Prompting them to both grab their respective robes and run to Lexie’s room to see what happened.

They got to her room and were met with the sight of Lex on the floor with Sunny standing over her essentially pinning Lex to the spot she landed. Both stifling a giggle at the quite comedic scene before them Tig moved to try and pick his niece up off the floor as Vee wrangled Sunny.

Tig couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice as he spoke, “How on earth did this happen?”

Lexie made an undignified face at her uncle and answered, “Well, Mister Trager. It seems one of the two of you have taught my dog a new trick. The ‘tackle Momma when she gets up off the bed’ trick. All I was trying to do was get up to grab a drink and take some more ibuprofen and she tripped me and pinned me to the spot I landed. She just stood there wagging her tail for the few seconds between me landing and you two coming in.”

Tig and Vee had to fight their laughter again as Vee told him she would go get the meds so he could try to get Lex picked up off the floor but got a glare from Lexie after losing her battle to contain her laughter followed by a ‘it’s not that funny’ from Lex.

Tig helped his niece up and told her it kinda was and swore up and down that to their knowledge Sunny learned that one on her own. Asking if she needed anything else while she was up. She nodded and mentioned about going to the bathroom while she was up and that thanks to her and Vee’s brainstorming earlier in the day, she could manage to handle the entire process on her own thanks to a make up brush cleaning mat suctioned to the side of the sink making it possible for her to wash her uncast hand by herself. Something she wishes was available when she broke her arm at 16.

Tig nodded and being the helicopter uncle, he was being, at that point in time, walked her to the bathroom, waited outside for a few minutes until Lex had finished what needed to be done and asked Tig to open the door for her. Tig opened the bathroom door and was met with Lex holding up a hand towel and her telling him that was the one part they hadn’t figured out for her to do on her own. Tig laughed and took the towel drying off her left hand. Once he had put down the towel and walked her over to her room, he kissed her on her temple asking if she was okay with just her and Sunny of if she wanted him to stay with her until she was asleep again.

Lexie shook her head and told her uncle that she was fine with just her new bodyguard. Claiming she still wanted to know who taught that dog to do that. Her uncle laughed this time as Vee came in with water and the ibuprofen that was asked for; after handing those off Vee and Tig both helped Lex get situated so that she was comfortable in her bed as well as the dog that wasn’t really in her momma’s good graces at that moment. As Sunny snuggled up against her momma and with all the excitement over with everyone returned to their beds and finally to sleep.

The hours ticked by without incident and soon morning came with the ringing of the alarms going off on the trio’s respective phones. And again, as Lexie was trying to get up out of bed only to be pinned down by Sunshine.

“Damn it Sunny, let me up! Uncle Tig, I need help and a word with that Hap. This has got to be his doing.” Lex yelled so that she knew she would be heard by the two who, from the clanking noises, were in the kitchen making coffee to start the day.

Vee made her way back with mug of coffee in had for Lex saying Tig fixed it for her knowing she’d need it to try to function in a socially acceptable way. Lex shook her head with a soft laugh again making the ‘you deck on out of line biker’ remark and gingerly got up to start her day by going to her closet and picking out a black spaghetti strap dress(1) and slipped it on once she completed her morning routine and downed her cup of coffee.

Tig helped her brushout her hair and put it up in a messy bun like he used to all those years ago. He was grateful for those moments back then and now. They helped keep him grounded in some of his loneliest moments since the time she left him and her home. Tig Trager was certainly a complex man but the things he held onto were simple things like this. He still had some issues with the fact that she left but was grateful she came home even if this was the hellish aftermath of that decision.

He smiled as his niece, “Well kiddo, I know it’s not as good as it used to be, but I am out of practice, and it has been at least fifteen years since I’ve done your hair…”

Lexie looked in a mirror and shook her head reassuring him, “It’s fine. It looks better than I could have done. And if memory serves the last hairstyle, you gave me was braided pigtails and I can promise you that crew at TM would have a field day if I rolled in with those…”

Tig laughed at his niece agreeing with her and started going over the plan for the day. Telling her that she is only going to be there for three hours max and if she felt like she needed to leave earlier that all she needed to do was say the word. Lexie nodded and agreed. She knew she wouldn’t make it much longer than that anyway and so there was no point in arguing with Tig. Vee and Tig got her out to her SUV, the vehicle for this outing as it was the bigger and more comfortable option, got her into the passenger seat as comfortable as possible, and made their way to TM.

Happy Had just finished walking Opie and was gearing up for the long day ahead of him. Through the night of tossing and turning he came to the realization that he had overreacted to Lexie wanting to try and push through her ordeal. He saw the point Tig had made and decided that he was being an overbearing overprotective ass, so he decided that he would clean himself up a bit more than he normally would for a long day of turning wrenches and getting covered in automotive fluids.

He had woken up about an hour before his alarm was set to go off upon checking the time on his phone, he made the decision to just get up and start the day. He showered and shaved and made sure he looked as close to he did when he and Lex got together as he could. The years had been mostly good to him in respect to his looks. He hadn’t changed all that much. A few new wrinkles here, added a few gray hairs in his stubble around his chin that he left there for Lex because he knew how much she enjoyed seeing him sporting that look. He also did something that he normally wouldn’t. Much like with Lexie’s shampoo that she used for special occasions solely because he loved the way it made her hair smell, he had a special bottle of after shave that he wore because she loved the way it smelled on him. He had put it away in the far back of his medicine cabinet because he would only ever wear that one for her.

He let out a heavy sigh as he looked at his watch thinking to himself that he needed to get going if he wanted to make that extra stop before going into TM. He corralled Ope and after telling him he’d see him later, he left for the day hoping his ‘I know I was an ass, please forgive me’ efforts are well received by Lexie.  

Tig arrived at TM with Lexie after what seemed to her, an hour of driving, instead of the actual ten minutes. Between her being uncomfortable in her own skin and her uncle drive a maximum of an entire fifteen miles an hour to not jostle her too much she was more than ready to exit her vehicle. However just as she was maneuvering herself to try to open the passenger door with her left hand, she was met by an oddly antsy Chibs opening her door for her and doing his best to gently help her down out of the vehicle.

“Easy there Darlin’. No need to rush. You’re already pushing yourself more than you should be…” He spoke in a soft tone. Almost as if he was a father trying to sooth his child after they had gotten hurt.

This surprised Lexie as she hadn’t never let him really get within arm’s reach of her much less him all but lifting her out of a vehicle. They were barely civil with each other and all of a sudden, he’s being overly nice and handling her with kid gloves as he insisted on personally escorting her over to the office that had oddly been outfitted with out of place soft cushions, quite a large cup of tea, and a small teddy bear wearing traditional Scottish attire, kilt shirt and sporran. Prompting her to laugh and give Chibs a small smile.

“Really now Telford?” She spoke in a playful tone giving him a wink. “There a reason that bear is wearing a skirt?” this too was said playfully just to get a rise out of the man. She was well informed on Scottish traditions and knew exactly what she was doing. She was messing with him to show him that she was still her and that he didn’t need to go to these lengths nor treat her differently than normal. She watched him as he started to show that she ruffled his feathers but caught himself as she spoke again, “I’m only joking around Chibsie. The bear in the kilt is adorable. Thank you.”

As she spoke, he made a face at her that appeared half annoyed and half ‘you little brat’ before his expression softened. “You’re welcome, Lass. Now enjoy that tea before it gets too cold to drink. It’s the good stuff not that Lipton crap they sell you over here.” He gave her a light nudge with his elbow and returned her wink with one of his own before spinning on his heel and leaving the office.

Soon the rest of the TM crew started to arrive, and everyone had made it a point to at least poke their head into the office to say hello and check on her before getting to work. What exactly happened wasn’t known to anyone outside of the club, but they had been informed that she was fairly beat up and wouldn’t be around much until she’s healed and feeling up to full days at the shop.

The minutes ticked by, and Lex was beginning to grow concerned by someone’s very noticeable absence. She figured Hap would have been the first one to the lot that morning and making sure she was comfortable. Not that he wouldn’t show up at all. Her heart began to sink as she sighed and started sorting through the mess that had been left on the desk in the office by the mechanics out of habit.

They got the shop opened up and started their work routine and tig would check in with her at five-minute intervals making sure she was okay. At about the fifth time of him doing this lex snapped at him that if he kept it up neither of them were going to get anything accomplished.

Lex snapping at him told him all he needed to know about the missing Happy situation. This wasn’t normal for him in the slightest and Tig was getting worried. To his knowledge Happy hadn’t even called to say he was running late.

Moments after the interaction with her uncle Lexie heard the familiar rumbling of Happy’s bike in the distance much to her relief as well as her uncle’s. Slowly she stood and made her way over to the door of the office watching him roll into the lot. She watched him park his bike with a sad smile on her bruised face. The argument she had had with Happy was still weighing heavy on her mind. She hoped that he would be willing to at least talk to her. She regrated yelling at him the night before. She should have figured out a way to tell him calmly that coming into TM, even if it was only for a few hours, was what needed to happen to keep her somewhat sane. To her surprise she saw the tall, lean biker heading directly for her.

Happy noticed her in the doorway of the office the moment he turned into the lot at Teller-Marrow, he always wondered how she knew it was his bike coming down the road. It comforted and freaked him out at the same time. As he walked toward the office, he carefully removed the backpack that carried the precious cargo that took him longer to get than he liked but he wasn’t showing up to see her without the contents in that bag. Getting closer to her he unzipped the backpack carefully and started to pull out what took him so long to retrieve.

Just as he got to Lexie he pull out a dozen of her favorite flowers, Lady Diana Roses(2). He offered an apologetic smile as he handed them to her, and hoped she would take them from him without too much fuss.

“Aw, Hap. You remembered…” was all she could say as she took them from him. She looked them over and reveled in their beauty. She offered him a small grateful smile and laid them on the desk and gently sat herself back down. Knowing Happy she figured he would want to talk about the previous night.

She was right, after he had jumped to help her sit back down, he started talking about why he had gotten so upset with her pushing to get back into her routine so soon after what she went through. Telling her how he felt, admitting to his fears surrounding the situation. His fear of her shutting down and bottling everything up instead of letting herself feel and process through the emotions and heal from the damage that had been inflicted upon her. And his fear of losing her, of her running away, her leaving him again.

Lexie nodded and listened to him voicing his fears and concern. Acknowledging that he had sound thoughts and theories. Telling him she understood him, and her track record wasn’t really confidence inspiring. She promised him that she wouldn’t be going anywhere this time. She was finally home and that was where she had planned on staying. She told him that yes, she still gets stir crazy from time to time when she’s cooped up at home too long and that was exactly her reason for coming into TM that morning. She knew that it would have only been a matter of time before she would start getting ‘twitchy’.

He nodded in agreement. He knew too well how she got when she wasn’t either able or allowed to do what she needed to because of one thing or another. He had perched himself against the desk and next to her, crossing his arms as they talked.

After Happy was satisfied that they were sufficiently on the same page, He mentioned he had one other thing for her and after pausing once he finally caught sight of the obviously Scottish bear that had been waiting on the desk in the office. Asking for the bear to stay in the office and noting Lex agreeing without hesitation, he reached into his cut and pulled out the tattoo design he had worked on the night before.

He had asked if she knew the meaning of a Medusa tattoo(3) and after her answer of no he explained that it meant survival, strength, and overcoming both the physical and psychological aftermath of that type of assault. He knew he didn’t need to explain the reason behind Medusa became the figure head for that as Lex was a student of Greek mythology. It was one of her main interests since she was a child. He still had some of her books on the subject packed away for her.

Lexie looked at him, “Hap, only way I’m getting that done is if you are the artist.” Her voice was soft, and it was clear that she was starting to tire out and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Happy noticed her tuckering out before him and offered her an understanding smile and excused himself momentarily. Returning about ten minutes later speaking in as gentle of a tine as he could muster, “Come on Sweetheart, lets get you back to Tig’s place so you can rest. I’ll stay with you for some time if you would like that…”

He trailed off, too engrossed in watching Lex delicately maneuvering herself to get up out of the chair she was in. He got to her and helped in supporting her knowing that she was soon going to need to medicate again.

Lex intuitively reached out for the hand that had been offered. Thanking Happy for not only helping her but for not pushing her away like some of the men in the club would have. She Gave him a tired smile, “So I guess you are the one driving me home?” She received a nod from Hap. “And how is tig getting home then?”

He sighed, “I suppose I will have to bring you SUV back to the lot, but I can wait to bring it back down later if you want me to stay with you for a little bit…”

Lexie nodded, and asked one simple thing, “And if I want you to stay with me?” Her voice was soft and showing her exhaustion as she held up her keys in her nonbroken had offering them to him.

Happy took her keys and escorted her to her vehicle. Making sure to keep a close watch on her making sure that any little bobble would be nothing more than just that. Last thing any of them needed was her falling over right after all the other issues. That would be an unequivocal setback for her.

Hap got her into the passenger seat and buckled up before getting himself in the driver’s side and situated ready to drive her back to Tig’s house. Along the way they talked a bit more about a little bit of everything. From the weather to some of the places she had lived and visited back east. The places she ended up living the longest and what places she loved almost as much as Charming.

It was the first easy organic conversation they had had since she came back. There were no expectations or explanations. Just the two of them reconnecting after all their time apart. They both knew that had she not been kidnapped and put through the nightmare that she was, this probably wouldn’t have happened this soon. It most likely would have taken months for them to get back to this level of comfort and ease between the two of them. This was the only positive to come from that nightmare.

As they pulled into the driveway of Tig’s home Lexie turned to Happy, who was still in the driver’s seat, and spoke quietly, “Hap, can you promise me something?”

Her question took Happy by surprise, which caused him to faulter momentarily before answering her, “I can try, Little Girl. You know how this life is…” He looked cautiously in her direction almost after of what she may have been about to ask of him.

Lexie nodded in agreement, she knew all too well how unpredictable the MC life could be, she took a deep breath and looked at her hands as she spoke, “Hap, after I’m healed and past the worst of this mess, will you promise to take me home with you?”

Happy could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment at her question he gave her one of his sly grins that he knew she loved so much, “Lex, if I knew Tig wouldn’t cut my balls off, Id take you home now…”

To Be Continued…

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Preview: The Strong can’t be strong all the time

Valeria x Happy | ft. Minor mentions of the guys

Words: 1,637

Warnings: mention of an explosion, some scrapes and cuts, past depression mentioned, stripper.

Universe note: you can read Revenge, it’s in the same universe and the ocs are friends.

Whumpril 2023 (Masterlist) | day 26 | prompt: explosion

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As hard and tough as Happy is, there's a sweet and tender core to him. A soft spot reserved for those he loves, a precious spot that is protected and guarded, hidden from the world.

Over the years of knowing each other, Valeria made her way into it. It started when Happy was less grumpy and gruff with her. The blink and you miss it kind of thing, such a tiny difference she wasn’t sure if she was making it up or not.

Then, even though all the guys were protective, Happy insisted on staying until she got off work, when he had the time. Even then, he didn’t say much, Happy was like a stoic menacing bodyguard, one she didn't ask for but ended up with anyway.

He was always making sure she was safe, well before he made it obvious. Over time, he said a little more when they talked. Never enough for it to be a dramatic change, but enough for Valeria and the others to notice.

Happy knew he was drawn to her and very attracted to her. Still, he downplayed just how much he wanted her, though it was obvious to everyone else. That started the little whispers and jokes, like that one time she was cleaning the bar before a date. Jax leaned over and said,

“Whatever you do, don’t bring the poor bastard around.”

“Why, you guys gonna scare him off?”

“We gotta mess with him a little, I don’t make the rules, “ Jax shrugged, displaying that boyish grin, “but Happy might actually kill him.”

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Who Did This?

Jax Teller & OFC (Diedra Lowman)

For Day 9 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: bruises/"who did this to you?"

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, blood/injury

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I fucking loved writing this for these two. The fics I've written for them in the past have been antagonistic but in a much more light-hearted way. This one is just a totally different vibe and I really enjoyed it. Hope y'all enjoy it too!

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Diedra had never been so glad that a majority of the club was on a run. The last thing she wanted to do was go home when she was like this and have her sister see. Happy wasn’t there to be a buffer an she just didn’t want to risk it. Dakota seeing the state that she was in had a greater chance of making things worse rather than making them better.

However, Happy being out of town with the club did mean that his dorm would be empty and up for grabs. Since most of the other guys went with him, Diedra was assuming that the clubhouse would be pretty dead when she got there. For once, she might be able to lick her wounds in private.

When she pulled into the lot, there was only one bike there. The compound was quiet, and the lights looked like they were all off in the clubhouse. She let out a sigh of relief, instantly followed by a wince, as she cut the ignition on her car.

She crept quietly through the open space of the clubhouse. Her slow, quiet steps had more to do with the pain shooting through her body than it did with her trying to actually be quiet. She fumbled around the bar in search of the first aid kit. Once she found it, she made her way back to where Happy’s dorm was.

Peeling off her hoodie and the t-shirt that she had on underneath, Diedra was left in just her bra on her torso as she looked down at her stomach. She couldn’t help but to let out a wince as she looked at all of the bruises and the two stab wounds that were still leaking blood just below her chest. She let out a shaky breath as she grabbed a medical wipe out of the first aid kit and started to carefully wipe the blood away at least where she was going to need to do some work.

Each time she touched anywhere on her upper body, she was fighting the urge to curse and cry. Everything hurt and was sensitive to touch—she was fairly certain that on top of everything else, at least one of her ribs was bruised or fractured. Another problem to deal with tomorrow.

Digging out some more supplies, Diedra tried to mentally prepare herself for the stitches that she was going to have to give herself. She was used to giving them to other people, but this was going to be different. It hurt when others had given them to her in the past, but at least them all she had to do was try to sit still and let the other person do the work. This was going to be so much harder.

She reached and pulled the drawer of Happy’s nightstand open, blindly feeling around for anything that she could bite down on to keep herself from screaming in pain. Her fingers grazed over the handle of one of his knives. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was going to have to do.

It was the most unsteady her hands had been in a long time as she set about trying to patch herself up. Every touch hurt, and now she was pulling at and piercing the skin that was already starting to darken with bruises.

Her teeth clamped down on the handle of the knife, and it muffled most of the noise that she would’ve been making. One whine slipped past her lips, sounding louder than it really was against the silence of the clubhouse. Her fingers were trembling violently as she fought to keep her grip on the needle that she was closing herself up with.

She hadn’t heard the footsteps over the sound of her own breathing and her deafening vulgar internal monologue. It wasn’t until the door creaked from someone pushing it open further that she realized she wasn’t alone.

Her eyes were wide from shock, filled to the brim with tears from the pain, and yet despite all of that, her face still hardened with anger when she laid her eyes on Jax. She was completely frozen, knife handle still in her mouth and stitching materials in her hands as she waited for him to either say something or leave.

It took a few seconds for the shock of the scene to wear off, but eventually Jax snapped to it and stepped into the room. Panic was written all over his face as he walked closer to her. “Jesus Christ, Di.”

She clenched her jaw for a moment before turning her head and letting the knife drop onto the mattress. “Leave, Jax,” she snapped.

He raked his hands back through his hair, not able to reconcile the sight of her with the Diedra that he was so used to seeing. He’d seen her with some bruises and scrapes before, sure, but he had never seen her like this. He’d never seen her looking like she lost a fight.

“What the hell happened?” he asked as he walked closer, standing next to the bed and looking down at her.

“What does it fucking look like?!” Her breathing was ragged from pain and exertion, and the rapid rise and fall only added to the pain she was already dealing with.

Jax sat down on the edge of the bed and reached to try and take the needle from her so that he could help her. It was no secret to anyone that the two of them never figured out how to get along, but that didn’t mean he was going to leave her to struggle through this on her own.

“Let me—”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snapped, doing her best to pull away from him even though in her current position it was hard to do.

The sharpness of her tone got him to stop for a moment. For once in his life he tried to think about what his next move was going to be. He saw the blood smeared down her side and all over her hands, the bruises blooming across her skin. He had no idea how she ended up like that. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

“Who did this to you?” he finally asked.

She shook her head as she went back to trying to close up one of the lacerations on her side. “What’s it matter?” She hissed in pain as she pierced her skin. “Are you gonna run out there and try to save the day? Try to make things right?”

“I’m just trying to fucking help you.”

“And I’m telling you that I don’t want or need your fucking help.”

“Looks like you do.”

“Fuck,” she said as she let her head drop back against the pillow.

Jax waited another moment before saying, “Let me help, Di. I’m all you got right now.”

She let out a short laugh through the pain. “Fuck me. That’s sad isn’t—”

“Give me the goddamn needle,” Jax cut her off as he reached once more to help her.

She hesitated for a moment, still not wanting to let him help her. On top of not trusting him all that much in general, she also didn’t want this to just turn into something that he got to hold over her head after the fact. The last thing she wanted was to owe him some sort of debt. Knowing how that whole family operated, she knew that it was a perfectly likely outcome.

“If you ever mention this shit again…” her voice trailed off.

“I won’t.” A strange brand of relief went across Jax’s face. “I swear.”

He went to take the needle from her and she tightened her grip for a moment. “You ever try to make me feel like I owe you for this shit, you’ll end up in worse shape than I’m in right now.”

Despite the fact that she was shaking and bleeding, Jax believed her wholeheartedly. He nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.” She relinquished her hold on the needle. “Hurry up, then. Shit hurts.” Jax only made it about thirty seconds into stitching her up when she managed to force out, “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Not a clue,” he replied with no hesitation.

She let out something that was almost a laugh. “Of course. They had to leave the dumb one behind for me this time.”

Jax took the comment in stride—it was far from the worst thing that she’d ever said to him. “Well, the dumb one is gonna make sure you don’t bleed out all over Hap’s bed.”

True to his word, Jax did manage to stitch up both of her wounds and managed to not make anything worse. It wasn’t the most graceful job, but it worked. He was going to offer to help clean up the blood and try to make things easier, but he figured that he had already pushed his luck enough as it was.

He was wiping some of the blood off his own hands as he watch Diedra slowly stand up from the bed. She couldn’t stretch and was moving slowly, but at least she was moving. Jax silently held out the rag he’d been using. Diedra took it and started to gently pat and wipe away the blood on her side.

She let out a small wince of pain that caused Jax to turn and look back over at her. He watched as she wiped some of the blood away from her bruises. It was only then that he noticed the tattoo that was inked into her hip. The small smiley face probably wouldn’t have stood out to anyone else, especially not stacked up against the rest of her tattoos, but Jax had seen them before—he knew what they meant.

When he pried his eyes back up to Diedra’s, she was already looking at him, a serious expression on her face. Jax cleared his throat and shook his head, a wordless promise to not say anything.

“I’d say thanks, but this didn’t happen,” Di told him.

He nodded, the barest hint of a smile on his face despite the events of the night. “I won’t say you’re welcome then.”

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Happy Lowman x Reader-Perfect

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A light snore slipped past Y/ns lips as the rays of morning sunlight danced across the skin that was exposed. Happy was already up, completely captivated by the sight before him. Y/n was different to anyone else he’d ever met.There was no denying how much Y/n loved Happy and how much he loved her. He’d never looked at another girl in such a way. From the very first day he met her, he knew she was different. She had this effect on him, she made him softer. Not in a bad way. But he was romantic with her, not big or grand gestures, in fact they were things that if anybody else did them would seem normal but because it was Happy doing it, everyone knew he had fallen hard for her. He just did things to make her smile; he loved everything about her, but her smile...it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. No one was surprised when Happy asked Y/n to be his Old Lady and no one was surprised when she said yes. Except for Happy, himself, he never thought she would say yes but she did, and no one had seen him happier than when she did. She accepted him, for everything that he was.

 He sat up slightly, his hands making their way to her sides, lightly stroking them lightly as his lips kissed along her exposed neck. A drowsy moan escaped her lips as she slowly rolled over pressing her body against Happy’s, feeling how hard he already was. She couldn’t help the redness that filled her cheeks as he pressed his growing member against her, nor could she help the anxiety that filled her head as he did so. She both loved and hated the ripples of pleasure that flowed through her as his attack on her neck got more dominant, instead of the feather light kisses she’d woken up to he was now sucking and biting her neck, marking her. Making it clear to anyone that saw her who she belonged to. He trailed kisses like that all the way up to her neck until he reached her lips, connecting them in a bruising kiss, coaxing out yet another moan from her now slightly swollen lips. Happy grunted in response, proud of the sounds he was making fall from her lips but just as he made his way down her body, she sat up shaking her head lightly as she continued to move away from his touch. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to touch her, in fact it was quite the opposite, she wanted him. All of him. But she’d never done anything like this with a man...she was a virgin. Not that Happy knew. She’d always planned on telling him but just never got around to it. When she finally found the right time to tell him, her fear made her second guess herself, terrified that he would leave her for someone who was prettier and more experienced. Y/n never saw herself the way Happy saw her and even though he’d constantly remind her of how beautiful she was, she never really believed it. She just didn’t want to disappoint him. Happy, like all of the other Sons, had a reputation with the Crow Eaters, quite often Y/n would hear the stories about Happy and the type of sex he liked..rough and dominating..and they both thrilled and scared her purely because she had no idea what she liked in that regard and in all honesty, she wasn’t sure if she could handle the type of fast and hardcore sex that Happy was into. 

“Babygirl?” Happy asked, pulling away looking at Y/n with a quizzical look in his eyes. But she just shook her head and quickly made her way off the bed, but she was soon pulled back by Happy’s strong arms. 

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, the worry evident in both his voice and the look in his eyes. She desperately wanted to tell him, but her mouth felt so dry she could barely utter a word, let alone an explanation. 

“Did someone..someone hurt you? Because if they did, I’ll find ‘em and ‘em wish they’d never been born,” at his words Y/n just shook her head, her heart swelling slightly at the protective side of Happy. For a few moments the two sat in silence, Happy could tell how nervous she was. She was normally so loud and cocky, but right now, she was anxiously playing with her hands, looking more vulnerable than he’d ever seen her. 

“I’m a virgin,” she muttered, her voice barely audible, if it had not been for the closeness of the pair, Happy never would’ve heard it. Before Happy even had a chance to say anything, Y/n began talking a bit louder this time with tears in her eyes as she averted his gaze, “I understand if you...if you don’t want me anymore, I know the Crow Eaters are far more experienced and pretty than I am...you don’t have to stay with me-” Y/n didn’t have a chance to finish the speech that was racing through her mind, in fact all of those words seemed to freeze when Happy's lips touched hers. This kiss wasn’t like the one before, it was gentle, gentle in a way that took Y/n by surprise. 

“Perfect,” he whispered against her lips, pulling her into another kiss before pulling away and cradling her in his arms. 

“I love you babygirl, nothing’s ever gonna change that,” he soothed, his large hands covering her small ones. 

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to-”

“I want to,” Y/n interrupted, the familiar redness gracing her cheeks as she traced a finger along Happy's palm. 

“I just-I just don’t know what I like...and I don’t wanna disappoint you..” Y/n stuttered out, her eyes fixed on hers and Happy's hands. 

“You could never disappoint me,” Happy said, lifting his hand away from hers so he could hook one of his fingers under her chin and make her look up at him.

“We can figure out what you like, together, if that’s what you want” He continued, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I do,” She replied, moving slightly so that she was now straddling him, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck, her fingers lightly tracing circles along the nape of his neck. In one swift movement, her lips were on his, this time he set the pace of it all. It started soft and slow, her tongue exploring his mouth like it was the first time she’d ever kissed him, though as the moments passed the kiss got more intense. More passionate. And before Y/n knew it she was lying on her back and Happy was hovering over her. 

“So no one has ever...touched you here?” Happy asked, his hand lightly cupping her clothed centre. A small squeal of excitement escaped Y/ns lips as she shook her head. 

“So I’m the first?” He asked, a smirk coming across his face as he looked down at Y/n, Y/n nodded, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. 

“That’s hot as fuck, babygirl,” Happy praised, his lips connecting with her neck again, his tongue licking over the marks he’d previously left. A familiar feeling of pleasure coursed through Y/n but this time she didn’t run from it, she didn’t stop Happy from what he was doing, instead she lifted her head up slightly allowing him better access. Happy knew the truth and he still loved her and that made Y/n trust him even more than she already did. So instead of fleeing from the pleasure, she decided that now it was time to finally enjoy it. 

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The Alpha Next Door (7/?)

AN: Sorry for the long wait. To be honest. I was in no mood/ not motivated to write at all in the last couple of weeks. Hope you like this chapter

Warnings: I don’t think so, maybe a bit angst

Wordcount: around 1.8k

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Happy behaved as nothing had happened. Like it was any other day where he comes over after work.

“Thank you for staying V-Lin.”, Millie smiled at the prospect who simply nodded a goodbye.

Closing the door, the Omega sighed. Why was he acting as nothing had happened?

“You said something about preparing Dinner?”, the Alpha´s rough voice asked from her living room.

“Ye- Yes.”, she answered confused, “I wanted to make some Pizza. I usually make fresh dough, but I still have tome prepped in my fridge.”

“Sounds good to me.”, he answered.

“I. I will start preparing then. Are you alright with only tomatoes, cooked bacon, and mozzarella?”, the Omega called out upon searching her fridge.

“Sure. Whatever.”, Happy answered after a minute of silence. Though for her it sounded as he hadn´t even listened.

Nothing more was said until the smell of freshly made Pizza weaved through the kitchen and living room.

“Ready?”, he asked leaning against the door frame.

“Yes. I just need to set the table.”, she answered and he nodded before taking a seat at the table.

Again, Millie frowned but did not dare to say a word.

He was the Alpha.

He decides what happens and when it does.

Even if she would not allow it. He could simply overpower her and get what he wants. So Millie would just give in to his demands.

“Here.”, she hummed, placing ¾ of the pizza on a plate and handed it over to Happy, claiming the rest for herself, “I hope you like it.”

The Alpha said nothing the whole time they ate. He did not even look at her.

“I am going to take a shower if you don´t mind.”, Millie stated after cleaning the table, but Happy had already disappeared to the coach to watch cartoons.

“Humm,”, she sighed, “I take that as a yes.”

With heavy shoulders and heart, Millie walked up the stairs and got everything she needed, before heading to the bathroom.

A hot shower would be perfect now. Perfect to clear her head and cry without leaving evidence.

Closing the door, Millie stripped and felt first tears fall when her eyes found the scars Happy had left on her during her first heat. Most of them had faded to silvery lines, only two or three had risen while healing. Those were the ones hurting the most at that moment, even more than the space where his mark should be.

“What did I do wrong? Why is he ignoring me like that?”, she frowned and sobs left her throat.

Hot water cascaded down her body engulfing her face, washing her tears away. Minutes upon minutes she stood there allowing her emotions and stress of the last days to leave her body and only left the shower once Millie felt tired.

Dry and with brushed teeth Millie made her way to her bedroom and snuggled straight into her covers.

But the young Omega couldn´t sleep. It was too cold and empty. Finally, after hours her body caved into exhaustion and the Omega fell asleep.

Just as alone she fell asleep she woke up in the morning.

Not feeling like getting up, the young Omega simply turned around and tried to fall back to sleep again.

Noon came and went. As did the evening.

A few times she heard Happy move around in the living room and kitchen, but not once did he come to look after her.

Not until the very next morning.

“Millie. I got to go!”, Happy called out to her when he entered the next morning.

“Mhm.”, she answered, giving no other reaction.

“You okay?”

“Sure.”

“Millie?”, he asked again.

“Mhm.”, she hummed.

“What is going on?”

“Nothing.”, she mumbled.

Happy sighed and not a second later the Mattress moved under his weight.

“Omega?”, he almost growled this time.

“Mhmm.”

“Speak to me.”

Just the way you did to me yesterday?

“Mhm.”, this time the Alpha groaned after her answer.

“Sorry, Gemma. Can´t come to work today. Bye.”, the Alpha suddenly spoke.

Hearing these words, Millie frowned under her covers.

What is he doing?

“I don´t like being ignored.”, he rumbled again.

Neither do I and yet you did for more than one day.

She wanted to hide further into the sheets when they were suddenly gone and the Alpha leaned over her. There was no hiding anymore.

“So? Gonna tell me what is going on with you?”, he rumbled, “Or do I need to make you?”

“What if I don´t?”, she mumbled turning her head away,” you gonna give me the silent treatment?”

“You are distressed.”, the Alpha stated, scenting the air around her.

“Am not.”, she tried to argue.

“Yes, you are. Did Gemma or Tara do something? You act differently since yesterday.”

“They were nice.”, she simply answered.

“Then what is it?”, he growled annoyed, “It pisses me off.”

“I will be fine. Just let me go and I will behave just like before.”, Millie almost whimpered, his heavy scent forcing her instinct to do anything to appease him.

Happy frowned.

“You will still be distressed. Just covering it...Omega?”

“It´s you. You and this stupid presentation”, Millie finally snapped.

“I-”

“When you left I couldn´t sleep and then everyone returns. Everyone but you. And once you came back I am ignored. My animal just- just- just broke and wondered what I did wrong to get ignored by you. Right now I wished I never presented.”

Silence hung between the two of them.

“Now excuse me. I have to use the bathroom.”, Millie almost hissed wanting to escape the situation.

To her surprise did Happy let her go without resistance.

Is he mad now? I have no right to tell him what he should do. He is the Alpha.

“Millie?”, Happy called through the door, “I gotta go for an hour or so.”

“Okay.”, she answered, only to hear her door close a few seconds later.

Freshened up, she returned to her bedroom, to her surprise finding a shirt laying on her pillow for her. The one Happy had worn the day before.

Did he leave this for me?

Her face split into a smile and she immediately changed hers for his. At once she felt calmer and ready to sleep.

It was around three hours later when the scent of food awoke her the next time. Groggily Millie sat up, confused as to who was cooking in her kitchen and stumbled down her stairs towards the smell.

“Happy ?”, she whispered confused noticing the Alpha standing at the oven.

“How are you feeling.”, he asked instead of an answer.

“Confused. To be honest.”

“Go ahead and sit down. Food should be ready in half an hour.”

“Okay.”, she mumbled and took her seat.

Why was he cooking? What happened?

“I made some food Ma always made when she or aunty were feeling like shit. I hope you like it.”, he explained, “I got some drinks as well. Some juice and other stuff.”

“Tha- Thank you. But you didn´t need to do that.”, Millie mumbled.

“Yeah, I did. Now relax and eat up.”, he grumbled, placing the dishes in front of her. It smelled delicious and tasted just as good.

“Finished? Then get your ass into the living room and chose a movie while I clean up here.”, the Alpha ordered and Millie followed his command.

On the table laid four different movies, from Disney to Horror to Action.

The rest of the evening the two of them spend snuggled up on the couch in each other's arms. With Happy scenting her the whole time.

Her animal purred in comfort and it did not take long for her to try and snuggle into his shirt with him.

“I took the next two days off. And Gemma told me to give you some of my clothes for the next time I have to leave on business.”, he whispered at the end of the first movie, “ And you did nothing wrong. This whole mess is on me. Something happened when I had to leave. Something I do not want you to ever know, I feared your reaction and thought it would be best for you if I keep distant until the last bit of scent left my body. I realize now that this hurt you far more.”

“Were you with another Omega?”, Millie breathed afraid of his answer.

“No.”

“Where you hurt? Or one of the others?”

“Nothing serious. Only bruises and a few scratches.

“Did you have hurt someone?”

“Yes.”

“Was there blood?”

“Yes.”, he answered after a second of thinking. Gifting her a worried glance waiting for her reaction.

“Okay.”, she whispered, rubbing her nose against his neck and purring.

He was afraid I would fear him, didn´t he?

“Just. Don´t make me feel like this again. Okay?”

“Mhm.”, he rumbled and she knew it was his way of promising just that.

.-.-..-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

The two days went past in just the bat of an eye and Millie felt sad when Happy left for work on the third day.

“Hap. I need to see my doctor today for my prescription.”, she informed the Alpha.

“You need a ride?”, he asked.

“No. I just wanted to let you know. It´s the first time with that doctor.”

“Alright. See you tonight.”

“See you tonight Happy.”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“So, you are here for your prescription for your Pill for contraception. Do I read this right Ms….. Liam?”, the elderly Beta Doctor spoke, not looking at her, only at the notes the secretary had done prior.

“Yes, Sir. That is correct.”

“I also read that you have an Alpha.”, he continued.

“Yes Sir. But why is that important?”

“Does your Alpha know you are here?”

“Yes, Sir. But why--”

“He knows why you are here?”

“Yes, but-”

“Omega´s should not lie.”, the doctor sighed,” Again. Does your Alpha know why you are here?”

“Yes.”

“Miss. I have to ask you to leave. No Alpha wants a liar or artificial barren Omega. And I do not tolerate liars myself. Sandy will show you to the door. Goodbye.”

Shocked about his demeanor and words, Millie could only do as he had said and leave his office.

What did just happen? I-i.

The animal within her again grew nervous. Happy had told her to stay on the pill because he did not want pups. And even though it went against her nature as an Omega, she knew she would have to follow because he was the one who made the decisions. He may always claim them to be equal, she knew, in the end, it was her nature to follow her Alpha and his wishes.

Knowing she needed to inform Happy about her failure she decided to do it rather earlier than later, she hopped in her car and made her way to the TM Lot.

Part 8

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Chapter 37                               Chapter 38                              Chapter 39

Chapter 40                               Chapter 41                              Chapter 42

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Chapter 46                               Chapter 47                              Chapter 48

Chapter 49                               Chapter 50                              Chapter 51

Chapter 52                               Chapter 53                              Chapter 54

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The Nights (Sons of Anarchy / The Purge) word count: unknown type: fanfic, [Happy Lowman x OFC] warnings: description of violence, blood, fighting, brutality, etc. progress: written status: finished

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They feel powerful tonight. They all do, being able to threaten whoever they want, being able to do whatever they want. It’s only perfectly relatable to act up like this when there is one night, 12 hours, with no consequences.

This is where I threw in Happy Lowman (from Sons of Anarchy) and his girlfriend, my OC. This may just seem like an average The Purge fan fiction but I spent quite a while writing this, since it’s my first finished work in a year.

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Love Me Harder

Ch 26 

A few days later Kerry walked into the clubhouse dropping off brownies and cookies she helped bake with Abel and Thomas. 

“Lass, how are yeah?” Chibs asked as he and Bobby stopped talking. 

“I’m ok. I wanted to drop these off and go see Tara. Jax said she’s doing better.”  

“Kerry, I have to say you are the glue holding all this shit together. It’s bad and just seeing you around keeping everyone fed and helping with the boys is great.” Bobby said giving her shoulder a squeeze. 

“Did Koz’s brother get his cut?” Kerry said looking at her feet.  

“Yes, we had Dan bring it. Since he and Koz got close we figured he or Hap would be the best. Hap didn’t want to leave you with everything going on.”  Bobby said as Kerry nodded. “Dan’s doing good in Tacoma. I know you were worried about him but he’s a good fit. The Tacoma chapter say he’s a good prospect.”  Bobby continued. 

“Good, he needed something-  a family.”  

“You’ve been a breath of fresh air around here, lass.” Chibs said frowning a bit as Tig stumbled out of his room looking worse for wear. 

“Tig, sit down and I’ll get a coffee and something greasy.”  Kerry said noticing the dark circles around his eyes. 

“Your too good.” Tig said flopping on the couch as he put an arm over his eyes. 

After making some eggs and bacon for Tig and BLT sandwiches for Bobby and Chibs Kerry made her way to the hospital. Tara still seemed to be in a funk but she listened to Kerry talk about the boys and looked at some cards that Abel had created. 

“Kerry, has Wendy Case been around?” Tara asked. 

“No, not that I have seen. I’ve been in and out to check in at the club house and a meet the teacher event.”  

“If you see her tell Jax. We don’t want her around. The doctors say I should be going home in a day or two.”  Kerry nodded and after saying goodbye made her way to the school to pick up some more paperwork before going home. 

The days following were spent the same way. Kerry and Gemma spent most of time with Abel and Thomas at Jax and Tara’s house. Kerry brought Kasey who kept Abel busy while she helped with cooking for the club and caring for Thomas. Kerry was spending time with Abel reading books and drawing both of which were something he requested when she walked through the door. The following day Tara would be returning home. Kerry was going to spend the day putting together meals as Gemma and a few of the crow eaters cleaned. Kerry saw the bruises on Gemma’s face and how skittish she had been at the mention of Clay. Abel was at the table making a large poster for Tara. 

“You are quite the artist.” Kerry said giving his hair a ruffle as she took a break from making pasta sauce. 

“I miss mommy, Auntie Kerry.”  

“Me too but she will be home today. She is going to love the poster.”  

“Auntie Kerry, when can I go to your school? I want to go to school like Ellie and Kenny.”  

Kerry smiled. 

“Soon, little man.I love to hear you want to go to school.”  

“I want to read books like you and mommy.”   

Kerry stayed around till Tara returned home and then stopped by the local Chinese restaurant on the way home to pick up dinner for her and Hap. Happy arrived home looking exhausted. 

“I hate those Irish sons of bitches.” He mumbled grabbing a beer. 

“What happened?”  

“They have a house of babies. Just like in Ireland.”  Kerry frowned as Happy continued, “We had to go there with Galen. Jax lost it after what happened with Abel. I wanted to go off too.”  

Kerry wrapped her arms around Happy, these moments that they had alone were the only time that things felt right in the world. Later that night there was a shooting at the clubhouse and Clay ended up in the hospital. Kerry and Happy arrived after a call from Chibs. 

“Where is Bobby?”  Tig asks as Chibs pointed out that Juice was missing as well. Kerry sat with Gemma who has been receiving updates from the doctors. 

“So they were black? Niners?” Tig asked Unser who had been talking to sheriff. 

“Had to be.” Chibs said. 

“I can’t be sure. I didn’t see colors.” Unser walked off to check on Gemma. 

“This is on me. Clay wanted me to stay. He has a feeling something was going on.” 

“We don’t know nothing yet, Tiggy.” Chibs said as he and Happy tried to talk to Tig.  

“He asked for help and I turned my back.” Tig said shaking his head as he stalked off. Gemma went to get an update as Kerry stood at Happy’s side. 

“I’m worried about Tig.” 

After a few hours Jax arrived and he briefly spoke to Chibs and Happy before leaving. 

“Kerry, you should go home. You’ve spent the day taking care of the boys and you should rest.” Gemma said. 

“I’m going to stay.”  

Gemma nodded. 

“I’m going home. I’ll be back tomorrow.”  

Kerry stayed with Happy and Chibs for several hours until V. Lin and Rat arrived. 

“Go get some sleep.” Happy said in the early hours of the morning. 

“I can stay-“  

“You need to rest. Rat, drive Kerry home and stay around until I come back.” 

Rat nodded as Kerry sighed. 

“Ok, if you’re not back by 10 I’m coming by with coffee and breakfast for you all.” She said. 

When she got back to the house she gave Rat a blanket as he settled in on the couch and Kerry brought Kasey upstairs. She tossed and turned before falling into a light sleep for a few hours. At 10 she walked through the doors of the hospital with coffee and muffins for the club members who were gathered around. 

“I’m going to go check in on Gemma.”  Kerry said as Happy nodded. “I don’t need an escort. Mary is going to stop by the house for lunch.”  

“Lass if you stop by the clubhouse can you check in on Tiggy? He’s not answering his phone.” Chibs said as Kerry nodded. 

“Bobby, Juice, and Opie?”  The two men shrugged. “I’ll check with Lyla about Opie and let you know.”  Kerry stopped by Gemma and Clay’s house to see Gemma finishing a coffee. “Do you need anything?”  

Gemma shook her head. 

“The hospital called and Clay is going in for another surgery. I’’m going over to spend some time with Tara and the boys. No sense in me being at the hospital when there is nothing I can do.”  

Kerry nodded and sat at the table. 

“If you need to talk or vent I’m here.”  Gemma nodded and sighed. “It’s dark times here and you have been one of the people holding it together. Have you seen Tig, Bobby, Juice, or Opie?”  

Gemma frowned. 

“Bobby would never take off. The other three like to run or in Tig’s case drown himself in crow eaters.”  

“I’m going to check with Lyla. I doubt Opie would go to her but you never know.”  

“Kerry, be careful. Op is not in a good place. What I am going to say can’t leave this room. Piney is dead- I can’t say any more then that.” Kerry’s eyes widened as Gemma frowned. “Op has been through a lot. Loosing Donna and all that shit with Lyla. She was never cut out to be an old lady. She’s not strong and meant for this life. It’s just you and me.” Gemma said giving Kerry’s hand a squeeze before she stood. “Just check the clubhouse for Tiggy. I’ll call him too and make sure he’s ok.”  

“Ok, I’m going to go by the clubhouse and then I’m going to the diner to meet Mary for lunch. If you and Tara would like to join us.”  

“I’ll think about it and let you know.”  

Kerry headed for the clubhouse as Gemma went to Jax and Tara’s house. Much to Kerry’s annoyance the clubhouse was empty and the two crow eaters she found hadn’t seen or heard from Tig. Kerry sat at the picnic table to call Lyla. 

“Hello?”  

“Lyla, it’s me. Have you seen or heard from Opie?”  

“I picked him up last night and he’s crashing on my couch while I’m at work.”  

“Thank god. Clay was shot last night and everyone was worried about the guys who were missing. Did he mention seeing Tig, Bobby, or Juice?”  

“No, he said that he had talked to Jax and he knew where he was.”  

“Ok, well… that’s good. How have you been?”  

“I’m ok. I know I’ve been a real shitty friend but I can’t really be around the club with how things are with Op and I.”  

“I understand. I miss you and Piper though. Sometime soon we will have to plan either lunch or shopping.”  

“Sure, I know with school starting you’ll be busy but we can work something out.”  Kerry and Lyla ended the call and she called Happy. 

“Hello?”  

“Hap, I checked the clubhouse and no sign of Tig, Juice, and Bobby. Opie is with Lyla. Gemma is going to try to call Tig.” 

“Jax is going to check in Stockton to see if Bobby made it together yesterday. Be safe.”  

“You too. I love you.”  

“You too.” 

Kerry arrived at the diner a few minutes before Mary and she assumed that Gemma and Tara would not be joining them. Kerry enjoyed the lunch with Mary who spent the time chatting about her classroom designs and upcoming trip to Vegas. 

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[crimsonheart01]

Without You Here (Happy x OC/Reader)

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a little Happy, Mama Lowman and an OC. 

Word Count: 2,863

Playlist: Present Without A Bow - Kasey Musgraves

Warnings: some swearing and intimidation. 

“Ma?” he called out as he pushed open the front door.

No answer came and he searched the living room. It was empty. He listened to the house, noticing how quiet it was. His mom was too old, and too sick to be going off on her own. She wasn’t one to go out alone anyways. There was the perfectly simple explanation that she was sleeping, but being a Son for so long had him thinking that something could be amiss.

He slid his hand over the hilt of his gun, gripping it tightly as he forcefully shut the door behind him. He hoped that the slamming of the door would rouse anyone in the house. He lifted the gun out of it’s holder and began his perusal of the house. He eyed up the kitchen and nothing. He made his way to the back room, noticing immediately that the back door was wide open. Tightening his grip, he moved towards the sliding glass door. He poked his head out at the same time that someone came barging through the open door. They crashed into one another.

“Shit.” The intruder swore.

He grunted as he was knocked backwards but kept his balance. The other person fell down, landing on their backside. He heard the small exclaim that came out and figured the intruder to be a woman.

“Who the fuck are you?” The intruder exclaimed, spotting the gun and scrambling backwards, trying to right themselves back up.

He took a moment to regain his composure and noticed the light blue scrubs. The woman standing there was clearly the personal care worker he’d taken the time to hire. Being up in Tacoma didn’t give him the chance to be here all the time. When he went Nomad that would change, but until then, he’d been resigned to hire a PSW.

“Where’s Ma?” He demanded.

The fear fell from her expression and a subtle disdain took over. She raised one eyebrow, crossing her arms. 
 “You must be Happy.”

He licked his lips, “Where is Ma?”

“Sleeping. In her bed.” She rolled her eyes and shouldered past him.

He tilted his head, and watched her retreat into the house through the corner of his eyes. When she was out of sight, he peered into the backyard to see the shed opened. There was a box of old Christmas ornaments and lights opened. He glanced back, wondering why this woman was pulling all that shit out.

He closed the back door and turned to try and find out what this woman was doing to his mother’s house. He followed the sound of tinkering and found here balancing on a stool and looping lights from the curtain rod in the living room.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

She ignored him and continued to hang the lights from the front window. He saw that her feet weren’t level on the stool she was using. She was moments away from going ass over tea kettle. He was wont to let her fall, but knew that if Ma found out he let it happen she’d cuss him out.

She took an unsteady step forward and the stool began to tip. He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, swinging her down and standing her back up right. She ripped her arm out of his grip and stomped away from him.

He narrowed his eyes at her. What was her problem?

She disappeared into the back again, this time emerging carrying the heavy box. He sighed, remembering the manners his mother instilled into him and moved to help her with the box. She grunted at him and shuffled past him, refusing to let him touch the box.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He growled.

She turned her back to him, draping garland around the front door, “Why don’t you go back to wherever it is you’d rather be, and let your lonely old mother die in peace.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” He seethed.

She whipped around, fury to match his in her eyes, “You heard me.”

“Don’t talk about what you don’t know.” He warned.

“What I don’t know?” She shouted. “I’m here every day, looking after your mother. The woman who thinks the sun rises and sets with you. I think I know a little bit about her fragile state of being. I know exactly what I’m talking about. In the entire year you’ve hired me, I’ve never seen you. Not once. Why even bother coming to see her? It’s going to break her heart when you leave again. Why pretend you even still care? She has me now, right? Your replacement.”

He charged forward, backing her into the wall, “I didn’t hire you to run your mouth.”

“Don’t feel obligated just because it’s the holidays.” She sassed, all her anger and attitude filtering into her tone.

He lifted his fist and slammed into the wall next to her head. She didn’t flinch. He had to give her that. He didn’t scare her. That was a first. Most women ran frightened from him the second they set eyes on him.

He opened his mouth to tell her off again, but their yelling eventually roused Ms. Lowman. Her frail body casting a shadow over the both of them. Stopping mid sentence, the girl raced over to his mother, grabbing her arm and holding her steady.

“Mijo.” Mama smiled, “Is that you?”

He turned to fully face his mother, giving her his version of a smile, “You shouldn’t be out of bed.”

The caregiver nodded, “Something we actually agree on.” He rolled his eyes but kept any more comments to himself. She began leading his mom back up the stairs, “Come on mama, let’s get you back into bed. I’m sure your son won’t leave before he has a chance to visit properly with you.”

He could hear the accusation in the woman’s voice and it sent another lick of rage through him. Who did she think she was? Questioning him, or his love for his mother. He was paying her salary wasn’t he? Didn’t that say enough? He stomped off to the kitchen, ripped open the fridge and grabbed the first alcoholic beverage he could spot. Thankfully, it was beer.

He leaned against the counter, his fingers squeezing around the bottle in his hand. How dare this random woman speak to him that way. He wasnn’t left to his stewing for long when he heard light footsteps coming back down the hall. He looked up in time to see the care giver place both her hands on her hips.

“I’ll be damned if our arguing upsets your mother.” She hissed, “I don’t care how long you plan to stay this time, but if you love you’re mother you’ll find a way to leave without breaking her heart again.”

The woman stepped menacingly into the kitchen and jabbed him in the chest. He smacked it away.

“Leave.” He rumbled, “Get out of my mother’s house. We won’t be needing your services anymore.”

She swallowed, backing up to glare at him.

She curled her lip up at him, “Have fun explaining that to your mother.”

She spun around towards the living room. He kept on her tail, making a point to let it be known that she had an escort out. They glared at one another as she slipped her running shoes on and tied them up with jerky movements. As she stood her eyes lingered on the decorations half done.

“Make yourself useful and make sure these decorations are up by tomorrow morning.” She commanded.

He scoffed at her audacity. She was in no position to be bossing him around.

“Why the fuck are you here on Christmas eve anyways?” He baited, “Your own family not good enough?”

“Fuck you.” She glowered, “You don’t know me.”

Without another word, she whipped the front door open and disappeared down the steps. He ground his teeth together, still infuriated by that woman. He slammed the door shut, hoping that she heard it wherever she’d gone off too. Signaling that she was no longer welcome in his mother’s house.

~(SOA)~

He pulled his vest on over his head and he descended the staircase. His muscles ached and his bones cracked. It’d been too long since he slept in the proper bed. The clubhouse bunks weren’t good on lumbar support.

“Mijo?” His mother called from the living room.

He rounded the corner and found his frail mother attempting to hang the angel up on the top of the tree. He rushed over and snatched it from her hands, while guiding her back to the couch.

“Mi carina never forgets to decorate.” She commented.

He inhaled, “It’s fine Ma. I’ve got it.”

He turned away from her and reached up to balance the angel figurine one of the top branches. Proud of his work, he turned around and gestured to the tree.

“See?”

His mother shook her head, “You fired her, didn’t you.”

“Ma.” He intoned, not interested in having this conversation.

His mother crossed her arms, “That’s not how I raised you, Happy. That woman comes here every other day to make sure that I have everything I need. Every holiday she goes out of her way to decorate the house, making me feel as if my house is still my home and not a prison. You never once tried getting to know her. All you’ve done is send her paychecks and nothing else. That woman is more like a daughter to me than the babysitter that she is.”

He gulped, unprepared for his mother’s wrath. With all the fury of a Latina mother, she stood up and smacked him hard on the arm. He hissed and backed away.

“You’re going to go to her apartment and apologize.” He opened his mouth to protest but she smacked him again, “No. You’re going. I don’t care how long it takes, you’re not allowed back in my house until she’s heard your apology.”

He groaned. Of course. How was it that he accidently paired his mother up with a woman as hard headed as she was? He wiped a hand down his face and brushed past his mother and her glare to go get dressed.

~(SOA)~

He stood in the courtyard, counting the numbers above each doorway. He glanced down at the paper his mother handed him and found the right address. He trudged towards her apartment door, unhappy and pissed. He wouldn’t even be in this situation had he not hired her in the first place.

Balancing the three containers of warm homemade food, he rapped his knuckles against her door. He waited, listening to her rustle on the other side of the door. She opened it, took one look at him and slammed it shut again.

He sighed, knocking again.

“Fuck off.” She called through the door.

He tried a third time and was answered by the sound of her sliding the lock into place. He closed his eyes fighting the twitch in his arm to grab his gun. If he shot her, then he wouldn’t have any more problems. However, the image of his mother’s glare reflected behind his eyes and he bowed his head.

He set the containers down to the left of her step and sat down. He leaned back against the door, getting comfortable. There was no way he was going back to his mother’s house without following through on her orders.

~(SOA)~

… 3 hours later …

He was popping out each bullet from the chamber one by one, into the palm of his hand. The monotony keeping his mind busy and blank. A click from behind him had his reflexes taking over. He had the chamber filled and gun chocked within the seconds it took for her to open the door.

He was standing two feet from the door, killing stance equipped. She jumped at the violence of his demeanour before narrowing her eyes and frowning. He dropped the gun, making a show to put it back into the holster hidden under his cut.

“I just got off the phone with your mother.” She noted, “I’m here to hear your apology so you can get off my doorstep.”

He rubbed a hand over his head and cracked his shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” He bit out.

She gave a bitter laugh, “Wow. That was pathetic.”

He ground his teeth together, “Fuck this. I can find Ma another worker. If you’re gonna be a bitch about it.”

“I’m being the bitch?” Her voice raised, “You’re the one who showed up, yelled at me, fired me and then held me at gunpoint. But I’m the one being a bitch.”

He rolled his eyes, “I have better things to be doing.”

“I’m sure you do.” She hinted.

Her tone set him off again and he flew into her face, his entire body looming over hers. She put her hands on his chest, intending to shove him away from her when he captured her lips with his. She protested at his advance, leaned back and slapped him across the face.

“No one gets to kiss me,” She admonished, “Not without my consent.”

“Woman, I’m going to kiss you now. OK?” He growled, emphasizing the last word.

She licked her lips, giving him an evil smirk, “That’s better. Yes, ok.”

He bowed towards her as she grabbed the lapels of his cut. They crashed into one another, her door swinging on it’s hinges and slamming into the wall. The sound of their anger turning into something more passionate.

~(SOA)~

… 5 years later …

I heard the sound of his boots before he even knocked on the door. I chuckled inwardly. Opening the fridge, I grabbed the beer that I kept around for when he decided to visit. His knock was hard and with a purpose, a reflection of him as a person. I opened the door to find him standing there with three Tupperware containers under his arm.

“Ah,” I smiled, “She’s making you make the yearly trip then?”

He grunted and pushed past me into the kitchen. He dropped the containers onto the table, toed off his boots, grabbed the bottle from my hand and stomped his way into the living room. I smiled and shook my head. I nudged the door closed, flicking the lock and picking up the first container. I grinned. Mama Lowman knew my favourites. I peeled off the top, grabbed a spoon from the drawer and followed after Happy.

I relaxed onto the sofa next to him, tucking my legs under me. Happy was leaning back, beer at his lips and remote pointed at the TV. He was channel surfing, hoping to find something to keep himself occupied. I plunged my spoon into the Tupperware, shoveling a bite of homemade macaroni and cheese into my mouth.

The two of sat there in relative silence, enjoying each other’s company. Him drinking and me eating. I ate through half my snack, before placing it on the coffee table. We’d been in this routine for a few years now. Every Christmas he ended up on my doorstep with a peace offering.

The first year it was unexpected, seeing as Mama forced him into it. If anything could be said about him, it was that he loved that woman. Unconditionally. She knew it too. Knew the kind of hold she held over him. He’d never not listen to her, even if what she asked him to do pissed him off.

On the second year, I offered him a beer and that’s loosely how we ended up here. It didn’t explain the off season visits I generally got, but obviously we fell into some sort of relationship.

“Do you think she’s caught on to us?” I asked.

He gazed down at me, and paused to think for a moment. He ended up nodding, “Probably.”

I shook my head, laughing, “You ever going to tell her?”

“No.” His answer was simple.

I smiled, “Should I?”

He glanced at me again, before shrugging. I nodded with a pout. He was keen to just leave things the way they were. No labels, no explanations. It was easy this way. I wondered how long it would take Mama to pry it out of me. She’d left it alone for quite some time now.

I was pulled from my thoughts by Happy’s arm sliding across my shoulders and tugging me towards him. I reached for my throw blanket, and draped it over both of us as I laid my head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. He turned his head towards me and pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Merry Christmas.” He murmured.

I wrapped my arms around his stomach, snuggling against him, “Merry Christmas.”

I caught the simple smile on his mouth and let him be. I wouldn’t out our situation to Mama. If she wanted to ask, then I’d answer her questions, but this was good. We were good. I enjoyed him and his company. I didn’t need anything more. I was content to just have him, as he was.

#happy lowman #happy lowman imagines #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman x oc #happy lowman x ofc #happy lowman imagine #happy soa #sons of anarchy imagines #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagines #soa imagine #samcro imagines #samcro imagine #12 days of christmas #12 days of ficmas #12 ficlets of christmas

[theycallmequeenie]

Lexie and Happy

Master List

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, P9, P10, P11, P12, P13

Part 14:

A/N: Hey all Queenie here. I know it’s been a while, life hasn’t exactly been gentle with me this past year. I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long. Believe me when I say I feel like and utter failure and that I’m letting every last one of you down by not writing and putting out content or you all. Know that I love all of you and appreciate all the likes and reblogs I get, I promise I do a little happy dance every time I get a notification.  Just giving some context, we are just assuming Lexie’s Tv is a Roku enabled device.

Lexie shook her head at her uncle, not wanting to rehash the argument she just had because she knew he would most likely side with Happy in the matter. She asked Tig to just send Happy home, she simply wanted some time to herself and to let the crew at the garage know that she’d be back in the next day if for nothing else to keep up with the and a change in surroundings. Tig had tried to say that it could all wait but was cut off by Lex telling him the same thing she had told Happy. She needed to keep pushing so she could remain herself. Unlike Happy though Tig seemed to understand what Lexie was telling him. She needed her routine back to stay sane. Something Tig could understand that Hap seemingly couldn’t.

He knew she wouldn’t relent in getting back into the swing of things, so to speak. Lex wanted to stay busy to avoid concentrating on the trauma. He had to give it to her she was doing her best to work through it all, and with luck, not run from it this time. He had tried so hard to get his niece back to her home. She finally relents and returns only for this to happen to her. He hated himself for letting this all happen and wanted with every fiber of his being to undo all the bad form the last three days. Even though he knew there was no way to do that it hadn’t stopped him from wishing he could.

With a sigh he shook his head and told her that he would drive her to the garage in the morning for a few hours only and kissed her forehead before leaving her room to talk to Hap.

Tig grabbed Happy by the shoulder and walked him to the kitchen so that Lexie wouldn’t hear them arguing. Happy was already protesting being escorted away from her. He wasn’t going to go back into her room not after they had fought but he wanted to stay close to her for safety and comforts sake. His more so than hers. Tig informed him of Lex’s decision and told him that despite agreeing with him, Lex was going to be taken into the garage office for a few hours the next day. When Happy tried to voice his argument Tig stopped him with a simple, “if we stop her from going about her routine, we will lose her.” And neither of them wanted that.

Happy stopped arguing at that statement and frowned at his brother, “So what exactly is it that I do now?” His frown grew deeper with Tig’s response.

“Go home and let her process this how she needs to process. There isn’t anything else we can to Brother. I know you want to stay within arm’s reach of her but right now I think space would be for the best for the both of you.”

Happy tried to protest this but knew that Tig was right. Space would be good for all parties involved and he knew Lex would be kept safe by Tig and Vee. The threat had been handled and as far as everyone knew, there were no others to be concerned about. Something in him was screaming at him to go try to make up to Lex but he knew all it would do was upset her more and she had dealt with enough in the last day or so. He nodded and reluctantly left without saying another word to Lex or Tig.

Tig let out a sigh and returned to Lexie’s room to let her know that Happy had left, being met with only a nod from her, he decided to sit on the edge of her bed as gently as he could. Picking up the remote to the television he gave her a soft smile, “So, Kiddo, what are we going to watch?”

Lex shrugged at her uncle trying to ignore her feelings about Happy leaving without Ellington her goodbye. Somehow Tig knew and picked one of er favorite comfort movies and pressed play. As the opening credits to The Princess Bride started playing Lexie seemingly relaxed slightly, shifting herself closer to her uncle and settling in to watch the movie with him.

They sat there watching the movie with Tig occasionally quoting the more memorable lines from it. At the ‘Anybody want a peanut’ one Lex let out a little giggle. She always did laugh at that line. Hearing her giggle made Tig smile, it reassured him that his girl was still in there somewhere. Even if she was battered and bruised.

Happy returned to his home and sent the prospect, that he had sent there to watch Ope while he was with Lex, home. He made sure to walk and play with his white pit bull before sitting down at hi desk with a pen and paper. He had been playing around with the idea of Lexie getting his crow tattooed on her but after everything she just went through, he decided that could wait for the time being. If his ole lady wanted to push through this trauma and try to expedite her healing process, then he was going to help her. As he stared at the blank piece of paper, he started sketching out a rough draft of a Medusa Head. Knowing Lexie like he did he knew exactly what she would ask for and he decided to deliver it and then some. He spent his night working on making that draft perfect and only once he was satisfied with how it looked did, he put the supplies away and turning in to grab a few hours of sleep. He decided that once Lexie’s physical injuries had healed, he would be the one to tattoo that on her along with his crow if she could handle sitting for those pieces for that long. She had some trouble toughing out sitting for the one bigger piece she had asked him for around her nineteenth birthday, which was a feminized version of a Grim Reaper with ‘Don’t fear’ above it on her left thigh. He was the one that also tattooed her little smiley face, that mirrored all of his smiley faces, over her heart saying that happy face would mean more to her than a crow from him. He also knew that she would eventually ask for memorial pieces for Jax and Opie. But design those were going to wait until he was asked. As he laid down in his bed wishing that she was there with him, he let out a low grumble wishing he had just stayed with her the other night instead of talking with Tig and Vee.

Happy wasn’t the only one with regrets about that night, Tig was silently beating himself up over what had happened to Lex. For almost all of her life He was the one that had always protected her and the knowledge that she was taken let alone the rest of what she was put through on his watch was eating him alive. He spent the day with Lex in her room watching all her old comfort movies from her younger years, most of which he hadn’t seen since before she had left town.

He had noticed that she had drifted off to sleep at some point during the second Ghostbusters movie which made him sigh as he tried to get up without disturbing her. Picking up her phone he made sure she had an alarm set for in the morning and left the room to get ready for bed himself.

Vee had met him in the hallway asking if things were alright between everyone. Tig explained what happened between Lexie and Hap and Vee understood all too well the need to push past trauma and return to the routine of daily life and left her love know that this was the right thing for Lex in her opinion and started helping Tig ready himself for what little sleep he would allow himself to get…

To Be Continued…

A/N Part 2: Thank you so much for reading this fic. I apologize for the endless run-on filler and sentences (Yay neurodivergence and dyslexia…. NOT) With Luck and cooperation from the chaos gremlins in my life Part 15 will be written and posted before the month is out. As I have previously posted I’m trying to keep an order to how my fics are done and posted and this one is number 1 on the list. I love you all and are incredibly grateful for those of you who have stuck around and those who have only just found my flaky self. I know I go off grid for months at a time but I’m trying hard to fix the headspace issues that cause this. You guys (meant in the gender-neutral manner) truly do mean the world to this crazy chaotic little gremlin behind these keys. As always, Much Love, Queenie.

Part 15

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This Love, This Hate (Part 2)

Summary: Happy has to do some work for the club and his head isn’t where he needs it to be; his solution is to go home, but how welcomed would he be?

Warnings: some smut, lots of fluff, lots of angst, and canon-typical language. Hints at violence and death and mentions of past infidelity.

It had been almost three weeks since I’d been home. I’d spent my nights holed up in my dorm at the club, sending out a Prospect to get some of my shit if I needed it, and only when my Ol’ Lady was at work.

But tonight, there was no one else I could go to… No one that could accept this part of me but her—especially not some fucking Crow—not that I’d even touched one since my argument with my girl.

The club had needed some shit handled, and my particular…skill set, was needed. Interrogation, some torture, the works; I’d been asked to bring that side of myself out… That part of me that I kind of hated, but sometimes really loved, in the sickest, most twisted way possible. That side that few people could really handle.

I wearily got off my bike and walked up the steps to the door, staring at it for a moment before I raised my hand to knock. My fist hovered over it though, frozen in midair as much as I was frozen where I stood.

Could I really do this to her? After all the shit I’ve already put her through… Fuck, I couldn’t. Not again… Not after how I’ve treated her…

I scowled and turned away from the door, intent on stomping off and heading to my dorm at the club, when the door opened up behind me.

“Hap?” She whispered.

I froze up again, torn between not wanting her to see the state I was in, and needing to see her face so bad, it was a physical ache I felt down to my very bones. Instead, I simply nodded, forcing myself not to turn around. I could feel the dried blood still splattered over my neck and arms, itching as much in my mind as it was on my skin, the red still staining my knuckles and hands... I was a mess.

“Look at me?”

Her voice was so soft and timid—that’s probably the only reason I didn’t walk away right then… I didn’t ever want to hear her voice like that; so insecure, and unsure of herself with me.

I heard her step onto the porch behind me, and felt her hand on my bare elbow, curling her fingers around my forearm and pulling me around to face her. She wasn’t shocked as she took in the sight of the bloodied shirt under my kutte, or the way that my hands trembled ever so slightly. Nor did she balk at the crazy glint in my eye that told her everything she needed to know about what went down tonight.

No, she didn’t say a thing as she took my appearance in; she only wove her fingers through mine and gently pulled me inside the house, leading me up the stairs and to our room, bypassing the bed, and going straight to the bathroom.

I watched her intently as she rummaged around the room, pulling out new towels and my extra shower stuff from under the sink as I tried to memorize every aspect about her. From her sleep mussed hair, to the slight flush to her cheeks that told me she was asleep before I pulled up, I was totally in awe of her in this moment.

When she had everything out, she cradled my bloody hands softly in hers, checking them over for cuts. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed this—missed her. The intimacy and love she seemed to always radiate, just by existing; it’s the very aspect that drew me to her, and the one I had fallen so deeply in love with, so long ago.

Once she was sure that my hands were fine, her eyes met mine for a second before she quickly looked back down, tenderly removing each of my rings, one by one, and laying them on the counter.

I missed her touch as soon as her hands left mine, but they were back on me once more as she pushed the kutte off my shoulders and down my arms, folding it and carefully laying it on the counter with my rings before she turned around, and turned the taps on to the walk-in shower.

Our shower was one of the best features of the whole house; with dark gray tiles, and pearl tile strips between them instead of grout; it could easily fit four adults, and was topped off with two rain shower-heads and a frosted glass door. The whole thing took me almost two weeks to finish as a surprise for my Ol’ Lady when we closed on the house. It was one of the most romantic gestures I’d ever done for her, and easily the one we both loved using the most, together.

She snapped me out of my thoughts when her hands slid under my bloody shirt, her beautiful eyes asking if I was all right with her stripping me down. I gave a short nod and she went on, soft fingers trailing up my stomach and ribs as she pushed the shirt up and over my chest, and over my head. She tossed it onto the floor, next to the hamper, knowing it was way beyond trying to save. My rough hands came up to cradle her arms, startling her and making her hands still on my belt where she’d just begun to undo the buckle. She glanced up at me, but I simply stared back at her, only wanting to touch her as she went back to undressing me completely.

As soon as she had me naked, she checked to make sure the water was just right before stripping her own clothes off and guided me under the stream. The hot water poured over my tense shoulders and neck, relaxing some of the tension and stress I’d been holding for what felt like the three weeks I had been away from her. For the next half an hour, she carefully washed away all the blood and grime on me, each touch as tender as the one before it, until I was completely clean and feeling a million times better and calmer. Just as she reached for the taps to turn them off, I gently grabbed her hands and pulled them away, turning her around to stand under the spray instead. I deliberately ignored her questioning gaze as I tipped her head back and brushed my thumb over her cheekbone, letting the water soak through her gorgeous hair. I poured some of her shampoo into my palm, and lathered it into her hair tenderly, her hands settling on my hips as I worked. I poured in as much love and care into my ministrations as she did for me, determined to show her my love and appreciation of her right back, even if I wasn’t great at doing it with words.

After I was done washing her as well, I cradled her face in my hands, pleading for permission with ever fiber of my being. Her hands settled at my hips, and she gave a small smile as she pulled me closer to herself, tilting her chin up towards me. I bent my head and kissed her softly, feeling the breath hitch in my chest as I felt her soft lips on mine. God, I had missed this—missed her. My hands tightened just slightly around her face, and I deepened our kiss, feeling her mew of pleasure against my mouth. That little sound spurred me on; I leant down slightly, never breaking the kiss, and slid my hands from around her face, to under her thighs, hoisting her up to wrap her legs around my waist. Without even turning the water off, I shouldered open the shower door, and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently down on the bed. She made some complaints about getting the blanket wet, but I shushed her, and kissed her like she was the very air I needed. And she was—I had no idea how much I needed her until that first touch of her hand on my arm, how much I needed her until tonight. No Crow could replace her; no one could even come close.

“Shh, Hap,” she whispered, kissing my lips softly, those soft hands smoothing themselves over my scalp. I hadn’t even realized I was speaking out loud...

I kissed her harder, propping myself up on the arm wrapped behind my girl’s neck, the other running down her sides.

“Need you,” I rumbled, kissing across her jaw and down her neck. My thumb skimmed her nipple, and she hissed in pleasure.

“’M right here, Hap, right here.”

I slid my free hand between her thighs, feeling how aroused my Ol’ Lady already was, and thumbed her clit, making her moan sharply.

“Haaaap!” She whined, as I teased her. I smiled darkly—knowing it had lost it’s edge since coming home to her—and bit her neck, making her shriek in surprise, then giggle. I stroked her core a few times, before I stroked myself twice, and guided myself to her, filling her up with one long, slow glide.

I held myself still as she adjusted; both our breathing labored and heavy. It took all my willpower not to thrust into her, having missed her for so long, but I held back, waiting for that small nod before I pulled back, and snapped back into her hips, making us both moan this time. Our rhythm never faltered, until we were both shaking through our orgasms, clinging to one another as if our lives depended on it.

As I lay by her side, head on her breast as we tried to catch our breaths, I regretted every mistake I ever made, regarding her; ever lie, every Crow, and every time I didn’t show her just how important she is to me.

“You’re thinking too hard, Hap,” she whispered, dropping a kiss onto my head before laying her head back down on the pillow.

I grunted, but rolled over, propping myself up on both elbows to hover above her and see her properly.

“You ain’t just some Ol’ Lady.”

“What?”

“You ain’t just an Ol’ Lady to me.”

“Hap—”

“Let me finish.” I growled, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Ol’ Ladies are the backbone to every biker. But you, my wife, you don’t just help me stand tall, you keep me together when I can’t stand at all. You ain’t just my Ol’ Lady.”

She kissed me softly, with tears in her eyes, before she wrapped her legs around my hips again, and rolled us both over to straddle me. She lightly rubbed her ass against my cock, making me grunt in arousal.

“You’re still in the doghouse, you know?” She teased, playfully. “And I’m gonna beat your ass if you ever even look at another Crow again.”

I slapped her ass playfully and chuckled, grinding up into her with my hardening cock.

“Never again, baby girl, never again.”

~FIN~

You guys can always find me here on AO3 as well; there was a mixup when I first tried to post this when I realized I had forgotten my Tumblr password and I only had this half of the story on my other laptop, but the first half on this one...it was a riot -_-

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When You Love It

Happy Lowman & Daughter!OFC (Diedra Lowman)

Inspired by the quotes from This Post

Warnings: 18+, angst, blood, murder, implied/referenced physical assault

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: I have so many thoughts and feelings about these two, and about Diedra in general. I feel like I get in my own way trying to wait and think of some big overarching longfic for my ocs when really I should just get more comfortable writing down the ideas I have for them and posting them. If things end up connecting down the road, great! If not, that's great too! This is definitely more of an origin story type of thing lol. I was originally going to add more to this one-shot but I didn't want it to feel forced so I just left it as-is. Hopefully there will be more Lowman Sister stuff in the future!

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She still remembered the first time that she had to help patch Happy up. It wasn’t the type of thing that someone forgot, even though she was young when it happened. Despite the fact that she was only eleven at the time, even so many years later she could still vividly remember the sound of the front door slamming shut in the middle of the night. It had been loud enough to stir her from her sleep, but not her younger sister, who was still peacefully slumbering on the opposite side of the room.

She’d tip-toed out of their room and down the hall until she reached the staircase. She could hear heavy footfalls and the clattering of things in the kitchen. She assumed that it was her dad, but there was no way to be sure unless she went downstairs and checked it out for herself. And what if she was wrong? He always told her not to put herself into situations that she wouldn’t be able to get herself out of.

The footsteps got louder and she gasped as she went to turn and scramble back to her room. She didn’t even make it so that she was standing all the way upright before she heard his tired, currently strained voice from the bottom of the staircase.

“Di? That you?”

She stopped in her tracks, feeling nervous as she descended a few of the stairs. Her bare feet made almost no sound as she stepped, unlike her father’s. Her voice came out as a timid whisper, afraid that she was going to get in trouble for being up so late, for sneaking around the house. “Yes.”

He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned against the banister at the bottom of the stairs. Reaching over, he flipped the switch that turned on the singular light that hung over the staircase. He ignored the wide-eyed look that he got from his daughter when she saw the shape he was in.

“You know where I keep the first aid kit?” he asked her.

She nodded, and shot right back up the stairs without another word. She all but ran down the hall to the bathroom. Kneeling down, she opened the doors to the cabinet underneath their sink and grabbed the red and white plastic box that was sitting there with various other bottles of soap and other miscellaneous items. She tucked it underneath her arm before shutting the cabinet and making her way back towards the stairs.

When she reached the stairs, he wasn’t there anymore. She watched her step as she tried to go as quickly as possible down the hardwood steps without slipping and falling. When she reached the bottom and rounded the corner, she saw him sitting in his recliner. He was leaned back, practically disappearing into it in the darkness. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. There was the same frown on his face that she had gotten so accustomed to.

He didn’t open his eyes when she stopped in front of him. She waited for a few seconds, and when he didn’t move or say anything, she cleared her throat to get his attention. His expression didn’t change except for the fact that he opened his eyes. She held out the kit to him.

“Here.” Her voice was still soft, still scared.

He groaned slightly as he sat upright. “Gonna need your help.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Grandma’s been teaching you and your sister to sew, right?”

She gave a slow nod. “I’m not good at it, though.”

“You’re good enough.”

She knew better than to argue, so she just nodded. Unsure of what she was supposed to do now, she stood there and watched as he slowly shrugged his kutte off his shoulders and draped it over the arm of the recliner. Next, he reached, both hands gripping the collar of his t-shirt before he pulled it off over his head. The tiniest groan managed to get past his gritted teeth as he slipped the blood-stained fabric off and dropped it to the floor.

If Diedra had looked startled at the cuts on his face, the gash going across the left side of his abdomen left her frozen. Her hands trembled as she clutched the first aid kid. In the back of his mind, Happy knew that it wasn’t right or fair to put this on her, but he didn’t have much of another option at this point. He wasn’t going to his mom, not with this. And hospitals were out of the question. So, here he was, relying on his young daughter’s rudimentary sewing skills to patch him up.

“Go turn the light on,” he nodded towards the switch for the living room.

“What if I—”

“It’s gonna be fine.” He didn’t quite snap, but there was more of an edge to his voice than there usually was. He knew it was the pain that was making him sound that way. He just hoped that his daughter knew it too.

Diedra did as he asked, scurrying over to switch on the light before walking back over. She stared where his skin was torn—the bleeding still hadn’t stopped. She hadn’t even opened the first aid kit yet. Her hands were still trembling a fair amount as she stared at him.

“You’re still bleeding,” she said softly.

“It’ll stop,” he said matter-of-factly.

He leaned, ignoring the pain in his side as he did, so that he could reach and open the first aid kit. He grabbed the medical wipes and hastily cleaned the area by the wound. He cleaned it up enough so that Diedra would be able to stitch it with relative ease. She was right in saying that he was still bleeding, but the bleeding had slowed down considerably since it happened.

“Dad, I—”

“Please, Di.”

He laid down on the couch and Diedra sat down on the edge of the coffee table, the open first aid kit sitting in her lap. He gave her step-by-step instructions, trying to be as reassuring as he could manage given the circumstances. He was thankful that she probably had too much on her mind to look at or think about the numerous smiley faces tattooed into his opposite side. He tried not to think too much about what he was doing to her, the little girl sitting there in her oversized pajama t-shirt and pants that were covered in horses. Her hair was still messy from sleep, her eyes somehow simultaneously tired and frantic. This wasn’t the job for a child but there she was anyway.

She had tears in her eyes the whole time, her fingers fumbling every so often, but she kept on trying to muddle through. Happy nodded in approval and grit his teeth through the pain as she worked. No matter how long it took, it was still better than bleed out, and it was better than sitting in a jail cell.

“Alright,” he nodded back towards the kit when she had finally finished sewing him back together, “now just get the scissors and cut it.”

Her fingers trembled as she made the final cut. Happy’s head dropped back against the couch cushion as he let out a sigh of relief. His arm dangled off the edge of the couch, fingers brushing against the hardwood floor. He was staring silently up at the ceiling as his daughter sat there staring at him.

“What happened?” she asked as she stared at her handiwork.

“Got into a fight.”

“With who?” There was a slight tremor to her voice, like she knew that she wasn’t supposed to be asking him that question. That was one of the rules—no questions about dad’s work or about dad’s club.

“Bad guys,” he answered shortly. He didn’t say anything else for a minute but he felt her staring at him. Turning his head to look at her, he said, “Go put the kit away and get back to sleep.”

“Dad—”

“Go to bed, Di,” his voice was firmer this time. “Try not to wake up your sister.”

Her voice was quiet, defeated, “O-okay.”

He watched as she closed the kit and started to head back to the stairs. When she reached the bottom of the staircase, he spoke up again. “Hey.” He waited for her to look over at him, exhaustion and fear etched into her innocent little face. “Thanks, kid.”

She didn’t sound any more reassured or confident than before as she said, “You’re welcome.”

She went to the bathroom to put the first aid kit away. She tucked it back underneath the sink the exact same way that she’d found it. Standing back up, she turned the hot water on in the sink so that she could wash her hands. She scrubbed hard, trying to get all of her father’s blood off of her palms and fingertips. She didn’t even understand how it had gotten onto the backs of her hands too, but it did. She kept applying more soap and scrubbing over and over again until the water ran clear, until her tanned skin was free of any red.

When she got back to the bedroom that she shared with her little sister, she didn’t know if she wanted to go inside. She didn’t know what else to do, though. So, she quietly stepped past the threshold and padded quietly over to her sister’s bed. Her baby sister could sleep through anything, so she hardly stirred at all as Diedra scrambled into bed next to her, pulling the blanket up over both of them before trying to go back to sleep.

She also remembered the first time Happy had needed to help patch her up. She was fifteen, and by that point it had been about five years of her playing emergency doctor for her father whenever he got too banged up doing whatever it was that he did for the club, the number of smiley faces on his side steadily increasing but neither of them said anything about it. They still weren’t allowed to ask questions, but Diedra knew a little more than her sister. It was only fair since she was the one mastering the use of the first aid kit. Her stitching had gotten a lot better since that first night, although Happy still had the messy scar on his abdomen from the first one, a scar that he hadn’t gotten tatted over.

But now he was the one who needed to help Diedra with her mess. When he got the call, the thought crossed his mind that maybe if he hadn’t put so much on her over the years, that she would have normal teenage girl problems. He’d wondered over the last year or so if it was going to be a problem. The few fights that she’d gotten into at school always getting more out of hand than they would for a typical fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. Sure, Happy taught both of his girls how to keep themselves safe if they had to, but these had been more than that. He wondered if it had been his fault.

Then, as he listened to the shake in Diedra’s voice as she spoke to him via the payphone she walked by every day on her way home from school, he couldn’t help but to think that it was too late for him to fix any of it.

“I don’t know what to do,” she told him honestly.

He didn’t have to see her to know that she was crying. “Stay put. I’ll be there soon.”

“Dad, I’m not, I can’t,” she tried to get a sentence out, “People can’t see me like this.”

His brain was running at a mile a minute as he tried to figure out what to tell her. He didn’t know what she looked like, but she was smart, smart enough that he knew that she wasn’t worrying for nothing.

“Go to the bathroom behind the gas station. I’ll be there in ten.”

“What if—”

“Don’t open the door.”

For a split second, she had the same soft, scared voice of the eleven-year-old girl who had to stitch up her father’s stab wound in the middle of the night. “Okay.”

Happy tore down the streets on his bike. Speed limits and cops be damned, no one was going to slow him down now. He practically skidded to a stop in front of the bathroom door. Tearing his helmet off, he jumped off the bike and quickly strode over to the door. He jimmied the handle and found it locked. He let out a sigh of relief at that before knocking.

“It’s me.”

Seconds later the door unlocked from inside. Diedra pulled the door open a crack. Her eyes were red and watery, her ponytail almost completely fallen out with her hair sticking out in multiple directions. It hadn’t even crossed her mind to fix it as she paced inside the cramped, smelly, gas station bathroom.

Happy pressed his hand against the door to push it farther. “Open up. It’s just me.”

She did as he said. Pulling the door open farther, Happy was able to really see her. And he immediately understood why she didn’t want anyone else to see her. The white tank top that she had on had rusty red smears all over, splatter marks across her chest. There were a few flecks of blood on her face, too, along with tearstains. The most concerning thing, though, was the bruising that he could see around her throat. It took all of a split second for him to know that the bruises would match up with the shape of someone’s hands.

“What happened?” he asked.

She sniffled, shaking her head. “I don’t…I don’t…”

“Where are they?”

She nodded in the direction that she’d come from. “Back there. I don’t…I don’t think he’s…”

Happy didn’t say anything to her in response to that. Turning around, he went and grabbed a sweatshirt from the bag on his bike. It was old and ratty, but it would cover up the blood-stained tank top that she was wearing. He held it out to her without saying anything, and she took it from him silently as well. She pulled it over her head, letting the hood stay flipped up. When her hands came out the bottom of the sleeves, he saw the blood all over them, too.

“Any of it yours?” he asked her. She shook her head but wasn’t able to verbalize an answer. That was enough for Happy, though. He pulled his phone from his kutte and quickly dialed. He held it to his ear, not taking his eyes off of Diedra as the phone rang. The second there was an answer on the other end of the line, he started talking. “Hey, Mom. I need you to get Kota. Yea, she’s at the house.” He paused, waiting for the questions to stop. “No, I’ve got Di. We’re fine. Yea. I’ll get her tomorrow. Love you.” He snapped the phone shut before shoving it back into his kutte again. “Let’s get you home.”

“What about—”

“I’ll take care of it. Come on.” He reached, taking her by the elbow, his grip simultaneously firm and gentle as he brought her back to his bike.

He reached up, pushing the hood back down off her head. He grabbed his helmet, putting it on her and tightening the strap on it before clipping it beneath her chin. Neither of them said anything as they looked at each other. He was trying to figure out if she was on the brink of losing it, and she was looking at him hoping that he would give her any kind of reassurance that she was going to be okay.

Without another word, he climbed back onto his bike and motioned for him to get on behind him. She did, her arms wrapping around him. He couldn’t help but to notice that she was squeezing herself much tighter to him than she usually did. Both his kids were comfortable on the back of a bike—it was just the nature of being his daughters. But he could feel the extra layer of fear between them.

The first thing he said to her when they walked through the door was, “You need to go shower.”

She sniffled, nodding as she wiped at her eyes. “Right.” She felt the way her tank top was stuck to her skin, still tacky with blood. “What about my…” her voice trailed off as she pulled at the fabric of the hoodie.

“I’ll get rid of them.” He paused. “Toss them outside the bathroom door before you get in the shower.”

“Okay.”

He nodded towards the stairs. “Go. I’ll be back before you’re done.”

“You’re leaving?” panic saturated her voice.

“Just to clean up. Then I’ll be back.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Before you’re done. Promise.”

She didn’t have anything left in her to fight about it, so she just nodded and made her way up the stairs. Happy watched until she was out of sight, and only then did he sigh, his shoulders sagging in defeat. They would talk about it when he got back. Until then, his mind was just going to race with all of the worst-case scenarios. It wasn’t the time to push her about it, though. Right now, the main concern for both of them was cleaning up.

The second he heard the shower start, he went back out of the house and immediately made his way for the pickup truck. He jumped in and peeled out of his driveway, right back the way that they’d just come on the bike. There was no guarantee that the guy was dead, that he would still be there, that the cops or some random bystander hadn’t already come across him. But judging by the state that Diedra was in, wherever the two of them were, it hadn’t been a high-traffic area.

He would do the real work, the actual cleanup, tomorrow. But he cleaned the mess up enough to buy him enough time to spend the night at home with his daughter. He knew how to get rid of bodies. The rest of this mess, though, that was new territory for him.

True to his word, he was back before she’d stepped out of the bathroom. The water wasn’t running anymore, but the bloody clothes were still in a heap outside the bathroom door. Happy grabbed them, immediately heading towards the back yard, for the fire pit.

He was poking what little was left of the charred fabric with a stick, mixing it with the branches and lawn clippings that were also in the fire pit with it. Diedra silently materialized beside him, wearing a pair of her own sweatpants but still wearing the sweatshirt that Happy had given her earlier. Her hair was just dry enough to not be dripping, the long waves coming over her shoulders and peeking out from under the hood that she had flipped up. He could still see the bruises through her damp locks of hair. He knew that she could still feel them, too.

Her eyes were fixed on the flames when Happy turned to look at her. He studied her face intently, but he couldn’t get much from her expression. Moments like that reminded him how much Lowman she really had in her. It was harder to see with her sister—she took more after their mother which was a different kind of heartbreak. But Diedra seemed like she was more than just 50% Happy. Maybe it was because he had been pulling her into the mess of the other side of his life for years now. But as she stood there, glassy-eyed but otherwise stone-faced, it felt like they could’ve almost been the same person.

“What’d you do with him?” she finally asked, still not looking at him as she tucked her hands into the pocket that went across the front of Happy’s sweatshirt.

“Took care of it.”

“That easy?” she asked, her voice weak.

“More to do tomorrow,” he told her honestly. “But for now, it’s taken care of.” He waited for her to ask or say something else. When she didn’t, he said, “Your turn.”

She turned and looked at him, eyebrows raised slightly but she didn’t say a word. He could see the confusion on her face at his statement.

“What’d you do with him?” he rephrased.

Her scoff turned into a sob, a sound that sent a shot of pain through her as it rattled against the inside of her bruised throat. “You saw.”

“You gonna tell me what happened?” He saw her bottom lip start to quiver. “You know who he was?”

She shrugged and shook her head. “Not,” she wiped at her eyes, “not really. He was always around when I would walk home from school. He’d say weird shit to me sometimes.”

“Your sister ever see him?”

She shrugged again. “I don’t know. He only ever said anything to me when I was alone, though. I never…I never said anything back to him. Even when I wanted to tell him to just—" she stopped herself as she shook her head.

“What happened?”

She was watching the last of her tank top and jeans finally crumble into nothing but ashes. “He came up to me. Followed me. I was, I was ignoring him the way I always did. Then he grabbed me, pulled me into that alley. He was gonna try to—” she sobbed, unable to finish the sentence.

Happy was already seeing red, fighting to keep what little composure he still had for the sake of his daughter. “What did he do, Di?”

She shook her head, angrily wiping at the tears on her face. “Nothing. I mean, he, you know,” she motioned towards her neck, “but nothing else. He didn’t get the chance to.” She dragged her hands down her face. “I keep that knife on me. The one you gave me—tuck it on the inside of my jeans like you told me. I forgot about it at first, because of everything. But then, when I thought I was gonna…” her voice trailed off for a moment, “I remembered.”

“Anyone around?” He was asking for her sake as much as his own. He didn’t want anyone to have seen her. No witnesses was better because of how it’d played out. But if someone had seen what happened and didn’t step in, didn’t say anything, there was going to be more than just one body for Happy to take care of the next day.

“I don’t think so. The way I walk home is usually pretty dead. That’s why I go that way.” She paused, finally turning so that she was looking Happy in the eyes. “What are you going to do with him?”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Dad…” She stared at him until he leveled with her gaze again. “What are you going to do?”

He nodded towards the fire. “Same thing I did with your clothes. Burn him. Bury whatever is left when it’s done.”

“Where?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I ki—” she couldn’t force the word out, so she rerouted, “I did this. You need to tell me.”

He mulled that over for a long time. He was just trying to protect her, although it felt too late to try and do that now. It felt like he’d already failed. He didn’t want to pull her even deeper into it though—she’d been through enough. But, if he had been in her position, he would want to know too. The problem was, that he didn’t want her to be him. He wanted her to be different, better.

“Do you want to go with me?” he asked against all better judgment. He saw the way Di froze, thinking over her answer. “We can go tonight after it gets dark.”

“Okay,” she said with a nod, her voice not sounding as small as it had before.

It was pitch black in the woods except for the warm light being given off by the flames in the shallow grave that Happy and Di were standing next to. Diedra was still in her sweatpants and Happy’s hoodie. Happy had left his kutte at home, opting for a plain black sweatshirt instead. They each stood there, watching the flames with their hands shoved into their pockets. Neither of them had said anything the entire time, not since they got into his pickup truck at the house.

“What now?” Di asked, speaking just loud enough over the crackling of the flames.

“Wait for it to burn out. Fill it back in and—”

“No,” she cut him off, “I mean, what do we do now?” She finally turned and looked at him, tearstains on her cheeks contrasting the hardened look in her eyes.

“Everything is gonna be the same,” Happy said, tone as neutral as it had ever been, “but it’s all gonna feel different.”

“Worse?”

“Different.”

She nodded, accepting that answer for the time being. She sighed, tucking her chin down towards her chest. If they’d been different people, Happy would’ve draped his arm around her and pulled her close. She would’ve folded into him and cried. However, they weren’t different people. Happy took a half-step closer to her so that the outside of his arm was pressed against the outside of hers, giving her a barely-perceptible nudge, a gesture that she returned.

Neither of them said anything else after that, not for the whole ride home. It wasn’t until they were getting ready to head to bed, not that either of them were going to sleep, that Happy spoke up and said something. He asked if she wanted to spend the night somewhere else, and when she said no, he kissed her forehead, said I love you, and sent her off to bed.

Since she couldn’t sleep that night, Di stayed up until the grey light of dawn started peeking through her bedroom window, giving herself a small, scratchy stick-n-poke tattoo on her hip in the shape of a smiley face.

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A Song for You

AN: I am beyond sorry its been so long. The second the holidays started I was in a whirlwind but I'm back and ready to keep going. Here is the new Chapter hope you love it.

Chapter Eighteen

Joy POV

She hadn't seen her husband since they both got to work this morning, he was currently underneath a car while she was double checking some appointments for later today and filing that still hadn't been done by Gemma. It was a fucking wonder this place lasted with her behind the filing. She was putting some files up when the door to the office opened, without turning she speaks “Take a seat I'll be with you in a moment.” She drops the files on her hands when she hears a Scottish brogue reply “Take your time Lass.” she turns and sees Chibs grinning at her, practically leaping over the desk chair she hugs him tight. “Jesus fuck Chibs I was so scared!”  the older man hugs her close kissing the side of her head in greeting as her husband rushes in at the sound of her shouting. “Babe you…..” she pulls herself from Chibs, seeing the wide grin on her husband face she gets out of the way just in time for him to hug Chibs himself “Jesus Chibs.” She rubs her husband's back, she knew Chibs meant a lot to Juan, she was glad he was back home. Once they released the man hug of the century she grabs Chibs face in her hands, looking him over “What happened.” the older man huff out a laugh, grabbing one of her hands he kisses the back of it before stepping out of her reach, nodding towards the clubhouse. “Want to wait until the others are here, put up the break sign or get one of the prospects in here.” she watches him go, she and her husband locking eyes. This wasn't good if the whole club needed to know. “Go clean up. I'll grab our lunches from the clubhouse.” Juan nods, pressing a kiss to her cheek he heads for the bathroom in the office to clean up.

It's not twenty minutes that she and Juan are having lunch at the picnic tables with Tig, Chibs, Bobby, Phil, and her father. She kept having to swat at her father and Tig as they stood bites of her chicken and rice, when her father steals another bite she hands her food to her husband for protection while she smacks at her father's arms as he hides his head from her blows. “It's your mom's recipe what do you expect little girl!!!” she glares at him as she grabs her food back from her husband. “ I expect you to ask you heathen. You too Tig don't think you're off the hook.” she feels a tap on her shoulder, seeing Chibs glancing between her and her food she arches a brow “May I have a try lass?” she sighs, hold out a spoonful for him she glares between her father and Tig “See. Asking helps.” She goes back to eating as Chibs nods. “Pretty good girlie. Make that for dinner one night and I'll swing by.” She takes her last bite and nods, hearing a bike pull up she sees Jax, she hears her father get up as his phone rings she moves over so he can head for the ring behind them to talk to whoever was calling. She grins as Jax pulls Chibs in for a hug “The prodigal Scot. Oh, man. Thank God you're alright, man. What happened?” she leans into her husband's side, resting her head on his shoulder as she listens to Chibs “Frankie, he dumped me out on the 99. I really thought he was gonna put a bullet in the back of my head. Some trucker found me. Check this out.” she watches him pull his paperboy hat from his head, hissing between her teeth when she sees the glimmer of two staples in the long scar on his head. Frankie was worm food. “Did you see anything Chibs? Anything we could use to find him?” turning to her he lights a cigarette, blowing the smoke upward he shakes his head in the negative “Too dark lass. But it looked like a White SUV. I couldn't see plates, faces. But it's obvious somebody's helping him.” She sighs, resting her elbows on the table she racks her brain, but with so little info that was given to her through the paperwork she was given by Frankie, it wouldn't be easy to sniff him out. She turns to Bobby, “Seems to be heading north, maybe breaking for Canada.” sounded plausible, she almost jumps out of her skin when her father plops down next to her, seeing his face and the evil grin on it she narrows her eyes “Try Tahoe. Just talked to Quinn. He found Frankie.” She smirks, leaning over she plans a kiss on her father's cheek, snickering when he tried to scrub her lip gloss from his cheek. Even Jax chuckled as he said  “Well, let's go. Come on, let's move to church.”

Standing she follows behind the others, her husband's hand on her hips as he walks behind her. She and the others quickly grab their seats, seems she wasn't the only one itching to get her hands on Frankie. She gets comfortable between Phil and her husband, rubbing her hand up and down her husband's back as he leans his elbows on the table, his whole upper body almost hunched over the table. He was just as ready as she was to see Frankie bleed. Her eyes land on her father as he speaks first “Quinn says Frankie's in South Tahoe. Hooked up with Leo Pirelli's crew.” She scuffs, couldn't even hide on his own. Jax nods, a hand coming to scrub roughly at the side of his beard jaw “He's bought himself some mob protection.” all eyes move to the older man at the end of the table as he says “Is that solid intel? 'Cause I'm a little cautious when it comes to Nomad integrity.” she wanted to throw one of her knives into his eye socket, the Nomads were his errand boys and a good few of them knew it. Her father's eyes narrow at Clay “Quinn knows every pimp and hooker in a 300-mile radius. Frankie still likes them young and slanted.” She narrows her eyes at Tig and he snorts “Yeah, pussy tells all.” she kicks him under the table, a smirk of satisfaction on her face when he winches and reaches down for his shin. “Ok unloyal pussy tells all better?” she nods and turns her attention to Jax, who shakes his head at the both of them “All right, give him a call when we break. Tell him we're on our way. Make sure it's real.” she watches her father nod, he had his role to play. She glances past her husband's still hunched form to Bobby “Leo runs book and poker clubs. It's a quiet crew, man. Maybe Cacuzza could reach out, explain our situation. Do this the easy way.” She doesn't look at Clay as he replies “Yeah. I can call Jimmy.” Her husband sighs, leaning back in his seat he grabs her hand, his fingers playing for with the rings on her hand as he asks the question they all want to be answered. “ What happens when we find Frankie? Because frankly Jax I want his fucking head for what he tried to do to my wife.”

She lifts his hand, not caring if the guys see her kiss his knuckle. Juan wasn't the most blood thirty out of this group, but she knew he needed this. Chibs nods “I agree, we cut his head off.” Jax's leans forward on his elbows, his gaze bouncing between Juan and Chibs. “First we press him on the attacks, find out who's calling the shots.” She nods, lacing her fingers with Juan's “I agree, I want him to die buried to his neck in shit but I want the person holding his fucking leash.” Tiggy slaps his hand on the table “Then let's vote this shit.” She watches Jax as he looks at everyone at the table for a moment “Okay, we all know what Frankie did to compromise the club. Vote's got to be unanimous. All in favor of stripping his patch.” the sounds of agreement were deafening, not one person at this table would stand for that man having redwood on his cut for another day. Jax's face takes on a darker note as he locks eyes with her “As far as Mr. Mayhem goes, let's hear pros and cons.” Tig scuffs, drawings Jax's eyes from her to him “He tried to kill you. That would be a pro.” She will give Jax his dues, she knew he wanted the man dead but he was also being a president and level headed when he said. “We only got the word of a non-member.” 

Clays voice down the table makes her tense, ever since Frankie had confirmed she had been right all she wanted was to crawl down the table and his throat out with her teeth. “ Gogo and Greg tried to kill Unser. Nomads were on a spree.”  all eyes turn to Chibs “ Yeah, and he shot Lyla, tried to whack me, and admitted to being the one who shot Joy. Frankie's made his bed, Jackie.” she rubs her husband's forearm as he grips her hand, she knew Juan still hadn't gotten over that night, she knew it would take a while for him to forget that feeling of not know if she was alright. Jax's eyes lock with hers for a moment, sometimes she wondered why he gave Bobby the VP patch when it seemed he still looked to her for some things, she nods slightly, it needed to be done. “ Okay. All in favor of Frankie Diamonds meeting Mr. Mayhem.” everyone voted in favor, Frankie's lifespan just shrunk down to hours as Jax slams down the gavel with a resounding crack.

She lets her husband practically drag her from the room by her hand as they all head outside, her mind is so focused on Frankie and how this would end she doesn't hear Juan's voice until he waves a hand in front of her face. “Hey. Come back to me. You ok?” She leans into his hands as they cup her cheeks, she rests her hands on his sides as his eyes sweep over her face “I'm fine just over analyzing. I'm ready for him to be gone.” she can't help but smile up at her husband when he plans a kiss to her forehead. “I know. Now the real question is are you riding along with me or solo. You seemed ok this morning without your pain Meds but this is an hour or so out.” she takes a hand from his side and rubs over the slowly fading bruise under her black shirt. “I'm alright. Tender to pressure as always but as long as I'm not doing a workouts like you do I'm good.” she smirks up at him as he rolls his eyes, she gasps as he yanks her closer by the back of her neck, the kiss he gives her makes her toes curl in her shoes. As he pulls back her lips chase his, much to his amusement. “Crack jokes about my work out habits all you want baby girl but you like what it does.” She snickers and smacks his stomach, making him grunt, she pulls two hair ties from her wrists, holding them up to Juan she turns around and lets him start to tightly braid her hair back. She sees Tig watching them, an amused grin on his face, he opens his mouth to say something but he catches the glint of silver on her hand, realizing she was holding a throwing knife. She waits until he locks eyes with her to wink, yeah fucker try it. Fucking cut your tires, the blue-eyed man pouts at her before yelling. “Your no fun doll.” she snickers and shoves the knife back into her thigh holster. Once Juan is done with her hair she runs to the office to grab her emergency ride bag she keeps there. Seeing Gemma she lets her know what had already he handled today and runs out to the bikes. Phil and Rat would be trailing behind them in the van, with Clay riding as well she would be taking up the rear between her father and Husband. Getting her customary kiss from her husband they take off not long after.

It had been so fucking long since they had just ridden together. This was what she used to dream about when her father would tell her about the club, wide open road. The rumble of their engines like a storm it's halfway in that they stop for a leg stretch and bathroom breaks. She is inside grabbing some waters for the guys and a few lollipops for her sweet tooth while Juan tops off their tanks, she heads outside a grape lollipop already between her lips as she walks up to Chibs who was laid out on his bike, she lays a water on his stomach before taking two waters out off the bag for herself and Juan. Chibs peers up at her, chuckling she arches a brow. “What's got you giggling?” he smirks “With the Lolli stick hanging out of your mouth it looks like a toothpick. Ya look like you Da.” the guys circled around grin, she remembers something, looking around she catches sight of her dad, she whistles to catch his attention. Reaching into her back pocket she holds up a small pack of toothpicks she got inside for him, tossing them towards him she grins when he catches them with ease. Sending her a nod in thanks before turning back to his conversation with Rat in the van driver seat. She shrugs as the rest of the guys laugh “Dad is easy to shop for. Toothpicks, beer, and condoms.” She giggles as Juan's forehead rests on her shoulder, her hand patting the side of his tattooed scalp as he tries to get his wheezing laughter under control.

She sees Phil glance over her shoulder, turning her head she sees him watching Clay who had just come from the bathrooms. The what he was rubbing his hand let her know he was regretting his choice to leave his shot at home. Juan having composed himself rests his chin on her shoulder as Clay passes them “How they doing?” Clay shakes his head, moving to lean against his bike behind them “I should have brought the cortisone.” Yes, he fucking should have, she even packed her pills, even if she felt fine she might not later. Jax comes over, his eyes narrowed on Clay “You good?” she lets Juan moves her so they are facing Clay, her back against his chest. Resting her head back on his shoulder she twirls the Lolli in her mouth as Clay replies “Lungs holding up, it's my goddamn hands.” Jax glances between the van and Clay before replying  “Hop in the van with Rat. Let Phil ride it out.” she knew it sucked to tap out. But Clay needed to be more realistic, bring your fucking meds if you needed them. Everyone started to get on their bikes, pulling the Lolli from her mouth she kisses Juan snickering when he grins “Mmmm grape.” She shakes her head and heads for her bike, turning to Tig when he swats at her leg. “Got any more?” she heaves a suffering sigh and holds out her treasure trove of lollipops. Letting him pick before she puts them away. These men would be the death of her, from a bullet wound or mental break she just didn't know which.

An hour or so later

Pulling up to the poker club she sees a very tall son waiting for them and for a second her mind flashes to Opie, she shakes it off walking up behind Jax as he greets the taller man “Quinn it's good to see you man.” she tilts her head back to look at him as he smiles down at her. Seems he was another gentle giant. “Well seems the rumors of the smallest son to wear a patch are true. I'm Quinn it's great to meet you Sonshine.” She grins, holding her hand out for him to shake, she finds herself a few feet of the ground in a tight hug before she can blink. “Careful hun. I'm not one hundred percent.” he drops her onto her feet. “Sorry. I'll remember next time.” she chuckles, letting her husband grab her hand, pulling her behind him and the rest as they head inside. Looking around she gets a feel of the place, very backwoods casino. She liked it, hanging onto Juan's arm she follows behind Jax, narrowing her eyes as a man steps up to their side “Hey, what do you guys need?” Jax pats the man on the shoulder “ We're just looking around, big fella.” Jax's swiftly moves past the man, who turns his attention to herself and the guys, his fingers pointing towards her cut.“Yeah, we're a quiet place. Gotta do it without the patches.”

She arches a brow, her arms crossed over her chest as she replies “Take it easy. We're just here to see Pirelli, okay?” the man steps closer into her space, she places a hand on her husband's chest, stopping him as he moves to step in front of her, she hated cheap forms of intimidation. Staring up at the bald man before her she curls her lip as he replies “Call his office and make an appointment Peaches.” She can't help but snort, fucking peaches? Wow how cute. She is about to rip his throat out with her teeth when Jax's voice bounces off the walls of the room, making them all turn to watch “Leo! You made a bad mistake helping Frankie Diamonds, man.”

She watches as Mr.Clean moves towards Jax, placing his hand on her president's chest. Shoving him back towards the guys “All right, out. Move!” she sidesteps Jax's backward falling body. Snatching up a bottle from the table she uses it to crack the extremely tall man upside the head, sending him crashing to the floor. All hell breaks loose as he gets back up Snatching her up by her cut he holds her again the wall “You crazy bitch!” she snarls and kicks him between his legs when he lets her drop she clasps her hands together making one large fist she swings at the side of his jaw. She doesn't stick around as he goes down, seeing Juan was ok she looks for her father, finding him and another man flying through the air and onto a table she winches as the table breaks. Running over she throws herself onto the man's back as he punches her father, wrapping her arms around his neck she leans back. Using all her body weight she starts to choke him out. The noise around her as come to a grinding halt but she refuses to release her hold on the guy who was now squirming in her arms for freedom. She only let's go when Jax snatches her up by the back of her cut “Enough Sonshine!” panting she leans into her husband and he moves to stand behind her, her father moving to her side as he glares at the man trying to catch his breath on the floor. A man stands before them, she guessed he was Leo. “What the hell is wrong with you guys? Somebody sneezes, your little cocker spaniel here throw a fist? How do you get any business done?” she smirks, her eyes on the man currently nursing a bloody nose “Mr.Clean next to you dropped his pants first.”

Her husband's chest rumbles as he chuckles, the bloody and bold man takes a threatening step towards her “Aw, screw this” She moves to meet him but her husband's hands on her arms and Leo's voice stop her “Hey, hey! Enough. Enough! Okay, so you got my attention.” Jax moves in front of her with sigh “Frankie Diamonds. Leo, we know you're helping him get out of the States.” she couldn't see past Jax large frame, but the condescending tone of Leo's voice made her roll her eyes “ You don't know shit.” Jax finally moves so she can lock eyes on Leo as Jax speaks lowly, but just loud enough for the few close enough to hear. “You know, Frankie Diamonds stole half a million dollars from me and my associates. He's using our cash to bankroll his exit. If you think we're noisy, wait till the cartel and the IRA come knocking.” she bites down on her lip as she tries not to laugh, that sneaky son of a bitch. She leans into her husband and she giggles out “Machetes, grenade launchers and AK’s oh my. And you think I'm a pain. They can spill a few stacks of chips.” She winks at Leo as her husband rests his forehead on her shoulder, she could feel his chest shaking as he tries to suppress his wheezing laughter. The larger man Quinn pats her on the shoulder as he passes by to speak to Leo “We just want Frankie.” Jax's chuckle makes her glance his way, the look on his face was a touch on the teasing side “You can even keep the cash.” She smirks as Leo finally grins, turning away he stops before turning back to Jax “Make a call. Follow us. But if you're telling me a story, kid, this ain't gonna be such a beautiful, sunshiny day here in the splendor of the lakes. You understand?” she can't help but reach over to swat at Jax's arm closest to her as he replies “Not exactly, but I think I get the point.”

She watches him go with a grin, smart ass. She and Juan let the others pass by, leaving them to follow in the back as he walks behind her, his hand coming around to rest his palm flat against her stomach and he whispers “You ok?” She turns her head, presses a kiss to his jaw “I'm fine Juan. Sore but nothing I'm not used to handling.” He narrows his eyes for a second but nods, kissing her temple as they get to their bikes. Following behind Leo and his guys as they pull out the drive isn't long it's just a lot of back roads, she almost swerves into another lane when the sound of a huge explosion booms through the mountains like thunder. She sees Jax's head pop up as he stands on his bike to look at something before he is peeling around the SUV and taking off at high speed, takes the rest of them half a second to do the same when they see the smoke from the mountain. She had broke formation and got closer to Jax, she would catch hell for it later but she wasn't gonna miss Frankie, fuck that for a joke. She pulls up next to Jax as they both catch sight of the van she quickly races past Jax for the door, yanking out her glocks she aims them at Clay who had a shotgun aimed at Frankie “Drop it Clay or I drop you!” Jax's rushes in behind her, gun aimed at Clay as well “Not yet Clay.” She side steps from the door, never taking her eyes off Clay, or her guns as the guys file in one by one. She can't help but smirk as Chibs lays his hands on her shoulders as he passes, talking to Frankie over her head “Frankie. Miss me?” she sees Leo and his boys file in from her peripheral as Jax's speaks to Clay “Lower the shotgun now.” for a second Clay looks like he might just say fuck it, she hoped he would but sadly he had some sense, lowering the shotgun he looks at Jax, the next few seconds are so fast she still can barely remember them. All she hears is Leo's low curse and the sound of gunshots, she watches Frankie drop as one hits him between the eyes, she turns to Leo as he stops, it takes her husband and her father to drag her out as she screeches, trying to bum rush the man. “You stupid son of a bitch!!! HE WASN'T YOUR KILL HE WAS MINE!”

She struggles as her father wraps his arms around her middles, pinning her swings arms to her side she yells as Juan grabs her face. “Joy enough! Look at me. Stop before to pass the fuck out BREATH!” She stares at him, her chest heaving as she feels tears of rage stream down her cheeks and over Juan's fingers. She feels her body shaking as she tries to calm her racing heart and mind. It's a good ten minutes before she can speak without yelling. “I'm good. Let me down dad.” her father kisses the back of her head before he drops her on her feet, moving past her he plants another kiss on the side of her head as he goes back to the cabin. Leaving her alone with her husband, looking up at him she swipes at her tear stained cheeks, looking up at him with a watery smile “I bet I look like shit.” Juan chuckles softly, his hands coming up your cup her face as his thumbed swipe under her eyes. Wiping away the Mascara that had smudged in her rage, she rests her hands on his sides as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “There. Just as beautiful as the day I married you.” she snorts, her hand rubbing up and down his sides “If your trying to sweet talk your way into my pants…..keep talking it might work.” he husband chuckles, his beefy arm wrapping around her shoulder as he drags her forward into his chest. The smell of weed smoke and body wash makes her tension melt away, she slides her hand around his back, her hand digging his back pocket as he tries to move away “The fuck you doing!?” she smiles into his chest as she finds what she was looking for, pulling back she holds up the case of prerolled blunts he always had and wiggles it “light up time?” He shakes his head but grabs it anyway, she goes back to her place against his chest, hugging him tightly as he lights up over her head. With her ear against his chest, she can hear when he takes his first hit, the blunt appearing in front of her face as he passes it to her. Finally pulling back from the warmth of his chest she sees the fuss heading their way, she inhales deeply as Jax gets to her, his hand on the back of her head as he locks eyes with her “You good sis?” she shrugs, a sad smile on her face as she blows her smoke off to the side. Handing the blunt to Juan, as Jax talks to Quinn behind her “do you have a truck or something we can borrow? To haul Frankie back?” she watches Clay standing off to the side with Rat, she takes the last of the blunt from her husband, inhaling all of it she holds it as Quinn replies “Yeah I got you.” she tosses the blunt to the dirt stomping it out she blows her smoke out as she speaks, the guys going quiet at the tone of her voice as she speaks to Clay directly. “Wanna share with the class how you got here before us?”

She doesn't flinch as Clay stares her down through his shades for a moment before replying “Cacuzza. He called me as you guys were pulling out. Me and Rat boy here wanted to check it out before we hit you up.” She doesn't take her eyes off Clay as Rat speaks “We wanted to make sure it was real.” she nods slowly, the feel of a hand on her shoulder makes her tense until she hears the voice attached “Well guess what. It was. Come on. Let's go home.” Her eyes following Clay as he turns to walk to the van, Jax's hand clenching her shoulder in silent support letting her know, I see him too. She reaches up and pats his hand as he moves away and towards the cabin to collect Frankie's corpse. Sliding her sunglasses on she moves away from the others, and away from the still smoking cabin she finds a nice rock formation near the lake and climbs on top of it. Curling her legs up to her chest she stares out onto the oddly still lake, as she stares she tries to figure out what is next. She had been so angry looking for proof of the Nomads and finding the shit stains who killed Opie that it was all she felt for a while, sure she had overcome her issues and fears regarding her and her families mortality. But she was slowly coming to the realization that she was always angry, or maybe the best way to describe it was her anger never died down it simmered under her skin and she was so tired of it. Now that Frankie was dead, that chapter closed. She wasn't sure where to focus that anger she held before and that worried her, the last thing she wanted was to lash out at the guys or worse, Juan or her dad. They still had Opie's killers to look for but she had long ago told herself that she couldn't hold anger for that even though it still hurt to know he was gone, all she could do was just serve justice for her still living boys.  She jerks when she feels arms slide around her shoulders, but once she got sight of the reaper set against the deep sepia skin of the left forearm she knew it was her husband. Leaning back against him she closes her eyes as he presses slow, lazy kisses from her ear to the collar of her shirt. When she turns her head to returns the favor. “Want to tell me what has you sneaking off? Needed a minute?” she rests her forehead against his cheek, her nails dragging back and forth over the reaper on his arm as she tries to figure out how to say this right. “I was so ready for today. My anger was at the surface and I was ready to take that human skit mark back to Charming, grill him and dump him in a ditch after. But now I'm left feeling. I don't know if empty is the best word.” She struggles for a moment, her husband grabbing her hand rubbing his arm, pulling the hand to his mouth he kisses her fingers before speaking.

“I get it. You had so much anger. And have had it since Op died and then this added too it. Now when you thought you were doing to get an ending you wanted it was stolen from you and your anger is confused now. Frantic and searching for a place to put it all.” she nods, staying quiet as Juan continues. “But baby that's not healthy to stay that angry all the time. You have to take away the fact that it wasn't you who killed him and think on the main point, he is dead now. He can't hurt any one of us anymore. And Joy If you need to do something with it. The anger I mean. tell me. You and I can go in the backyard with Sonny and play it off or hey, come out on Saturday with me and your dad to work out, yoga is all well and good for you but this might help more.” she thinks for a second, he made a good point. Shifting she grins up at her husband “Look at you. My incredibly smart and thoughtful husband. I like that idea working out, and we can bring sonny with us, he loves the clubhouse.” She smirks, her hand snaking up his hard chest to the back of his neck. Yanking his head down she brushes her lips over his softly as she speaks, her eyes heavy-lidded from the weed and her voice taking on a smokey quality “And seeing you sweaty and shirtless is never something I will pass up seeing.” His grin is wicked as he leans down, closing that last centimeter between their lips to kiss her deeply. She would never get tired of his kiss, the brush of his warm tongue along her bottom lip as she lays back onto the hard stone below them, his body hovering over her as she grips the back of his neck with both hands. The sound of laughing doesn't hit her until she opens her eyes, she can hear the voices finally “I don't think Juicy boy stands a chance. She will detach her jaw swallow him whole, you watch.” She finally pulls away from her husband, tilting her head back she sees an upside-down Chibs and Tiggy grinning at them. “Do either of you old pervs have nothing better to do?” she pets her hand down the back of her husband head as he laughs into the side of her neck. Tiggy walks over to them, Chibs following behind, Chibs help Juan off of her and Tiggy helps her down from the tall formation. Grinning as he wraps an arm around her shoulder, leading her towards the bikes “You know I'm always down for a live show.” She shakes her head and sighs, only the men in her life. She would be grey by thirty-five.

A few hours later

Once they had gotten back to the house it had been peaceful, they had stripped down to their night clothes well before the sun was down but they had the rest of the day to do absolutely nothing. Then right before dark Juan decided to take Sonny on a run with him, something about needing time to think about what's up next. She didn't stress him, he would tell her his thoughts eventually when he finally caught up to them. That had been an hour ago, Juan had texted her saying he was on his way back so she was currently getting dinner ready when the doorbell rang. Grabbing her Glock from the kitchen island she slowly walks to the door, peeking out the hole her shoulder drop and she sighs at the sight of Roosevelt. Opening the door wide she grins. “What can I do for you?” he holds up a file. She waves him inside, locking the door behind her knowing Juan had his key to get in. She lets him follow her into the kitchen as she checks on the broccoli she is steaming as she talks over her shoulder to him. “Thanks for the file. But I doubt it will be necessary.” She knows he is staring holes into her back, once she is done tossing the spices into the chicken in the pan she has before she turns it down a little and turns to face him. “Got a call an hour ago. Frankie Diamonds was found in a ditch, multiple gunshot wounds to the face and torso. Something you want to tell me, Ortiz?” She can't help but smirk, always the cop. “First off, cut the cop act your sitting at my kitchen island and I'm in my pj’s it's not even remotely intimidating. And secondly no it wasn't us sadly.” She turns, grabbing the tongs on the counter she flips the chicken, giving it a dash of her pre-mixed seasoning before turning back to face Eli. “We were there though. And another person who isn't a son shot first I'm just as pissed as you are, trust me.”  she crosses her arms over her chest as Eli rests his head on his folded arms on the counter, it's quiet for are moment, the sounds of the  food cooking the only thing you could hear before she breaks the silence again.

“I wanted to pull the fucking trigger. So I get how you feel man I do, but Juan said something today that made me see reason. He is dead Eli. The man who tried to kill me and your wife and unborn child are dead. I know you as a cop want to see them rot in cells but for me…..this is enough. And both of us have people we love to watch out for, so we can't waste time dwelling on what could have happened.” she hears the front door lock tumble, turning her head she can't help but smile as her husband and dog rush in. Watching him kneel down before sonny, she can't help but sigh. Even after a year seeing him so happy and open makes her heart go soft, she hoped in years to come it wouldn't stop happening. Once Juan had finished taking the harness off sonny he made his way into the kitchen, panting he leans against the doorway as he eyes the man sitting at his counter. Opening the fridge she gets him a tall bottle of water and tosses it at him, smirking as she says “He isn't gonna explode if you stare at him hard enough Juan.” her husband narrows his eyes and walks over to her to kiss her cheek, she wrinkles her nose as his sweaty chest brushes her arm. “You stink. Go shower dinner is almost ready.” he chuckles, pressing another kiss on her cheek he nods to Eli on his way out. She grins as Eli shakes his head “I need to head home. Rita is probably worried.” she nods, walking over to cabinet she pulls out a container of cookies, handing them to Eli she smiles. “Rita seems to like these. My mom's recipe. Tell her hi for me.” Eli nods, heading for the door he stops and turns to her. “I need your statement still. write it up and drop it off, please. Maybe tomorrow?” 

She nods and watches the man leave, feeling somewhat better about the day. Juan had been right, she and Eli both needed to let go of their anger in this. The deed was done and for now, both their small families were safe, heaving a tired sigh she turns back to dinner. Pulling the chicken out of the pan she sets it to the side, Juan would be out soon then they could finally eat.

Next Morning

She had risen early, normally Juan was the one to rise before her but she guessed everything from yesterday and his hour run after had wiped him out. She had quickly let Sonny out into the back yard before he could start making enough noise to wake Juan before she set about making a nice breakfast. But before she can start her phone starts ringing, seeing Jax's name on the screen she arches a brow, putting in on speaker she grabs the eggs and other stuff from the fridge. “What's up buttercup?” the man in questions tone made her know this wasn't just a social call. “A little much to talk about over the phone, you good to have visitors?” she silently curses and then sighs “Yeah. Who's coming so I know to make enough food for you strays I have apparently adopted.” that gets a chuckle from the man on the phone before he replies “Just me and Rat boy. And you and Juice.” She nods, sorry Juan duty calls you from slumber it seems. “I need to wake him so let me do that first and get some go go juice in my man.” they both say goodbye and hang up. Putting the foodstuff to the side she heads for the bedroom, leaning against the door she watches her sleeping husband for a moment. He looked so peaceful she honestly wanted to let him sleep but she had no choice.

Walking over she carefully slides in on her side of the bed, sitting against the headboard she combed her fingers over his Mohawk as she calls his name softly. “Juan, wake up baby.” She watches with a soft smile as he turns in his sleep, his arms reaching out for her. She lets him wraps his arms around her waist as his head comes to rest on her lower stomach. She gently traces his tribal tattoos as she speaks again. “I know you're tired handsome but Jax called. He and Rat are coming over to discuss something.” She giggles as he groans, his face turning to rub back and forth over her stomach as he shakes his head. His voice deep and underused as he speaks into her shirt. “Why are they coming here at ass o'clock in the morning anyway?” she snorts, sliding down in his arms so they are holding each other under the warm covers she kisses his stubble covered jaw “It's hardly that early Juan. It's eight in the morning.” he groans against, his face hiding in her neck, the scratch of his stubble making her laugh. “Exactly. Ass o'clock.” She swats his arm, trying to wiggle from his iron grasp, trying not to smile as she realizes she is stuck. “Juan Carlos get up. I need to make breakfast and let Sonny back in and you need to get dressed and have your wake up mix or your gonna be a boar when the guys get here.” she thinks he is asleep again until she hears him curse lowly before rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling, slowly Blinking sleep from his pretty brown eyes. She sits up in bed, looking down at him to make sure he is going to stay awake when he looks over at her and grinning she knows he is ok. Leaning over she presses a kiss to his nose before sliding out of bed she walks over to her side of the dresser, pulling on some old sweats she turns to leave, only to see her husband's smirking face watching her from the bed, she couldn't help but laugh “Your such an ass man.” she watches him stand, biting down on her lip as she catches sight of his toned body in nothing but black boxers. He walks over to her, kissing the top of her head he smirks  “And your no better about me.” he swats her on the ass, making her yelp. Before she can retaliate he is out of arm's reach and closing the bathroom door “Coward!” his wheezing laugh is the only reply she gets before she heads back to the kitchen, a small grin on her face.

It's not twenty minutes later that the Jax and Rat stroll in, she rolls her eyes as they park it at the kitchen island, grinning boyishly at her as she pours both of them cups of coffee. “Only two men can grin at me like that and get away with it. One is in the living room the others is not here. So drop the shit and start talking.” She pulls the eggs and turkey bacon off the fire, setting three plates out she goes about making them as she raises her voice so Juan hears her over his movie. “Juan come on breakfast.” She hears him groan, narrowing her eyes at the backsplash in the kitchen she yells again. “Juan Carlos you have seen Spaceballs twenty fucking times in your young life. And you will see it twenty fucking more.  it's not changing any time soon now get in here!” the men behind her snicker but when she turns with their plates in hand and a glare on her face they quite quickly. She only loses her glare when Juan comes into the kitchen, an easy grin on his face. Standing by her side he goes to make his plate seeing she already had that and his morning mix done he grabs her jaw. The turn her face he pecks her lips quickly before moving to sit next to the guys, she sips her cold brew slowly as she watches them. “Start talking guys. I didn't plan to get into work headspace this early so I'm a bit of a grouch.”

Jax and Rat share a look before Jax nods, swallowing his mouthful of food he speaks “Rat came to me this morning. Apparently, Rat-boy here got a few words from Frankie before he died.” She sets her cup down, picking up her bowl of sliced fruit she nods for him to continue. “Apparently Frankie told Rat that Clay was behind the Nomads attacks. And that Clay told them to steal the safe but here is the thing, Clay made them give him back all his legal papers.” She smirks around her mouthful, swallowing she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “If we find the papers it proves Clay knew or at least had some part in this shit. Because the police never found the safe or the papers so how would he have them otherwise. Which would also call into question his involvement in the attack on me and Rita, the home invasions, the dead nomads. Christ Jax, we got him.” Jax shakes his head, making her frown “Not yet. We need those papers. Rat said he would look, and I'll talk to Miles myself since him and Rat boy are Clays, main watchers. Once we have those papers though yes. We just might have Clay.” Once business was off the table breakfast went quickly, the guys leaving them to get dressed. She is pulling her jeans over her hips when her husband's arms slide around her bare stomach from behind, leaning her head back she smiles as he kisses her jaw. “Can I help you sir?” she can feel him smile against her shoulder, his arms holding her a little tighter. “Just wanted to hold my wife for a second.”

She feels her heart melt a little, turning in his arms she stares up at her husband, all hard lines and head tattoos. But his eyes are soft, she wraps her arms around his back, under his so he can wrap himself around her. Laying her cheek on his chest she lets him rock them for a moment, their life was so fast-paced and hectic that silent moments like this one were so precious to her. When he tries to move away she doesn't release her grip on him, looking up at him she pouts. “What no sugar from daddy?” the eye roll she gets makes her snicker, but his smile lets her know he finds her just a little funny as he pecks her lips. “I'll be ready in ten then we can ride out. Got some paperwork that needs doing at the shop and I have our lunches set aside for later.” he nods and heads into their closet. She sent up a silent prayer as she pulls on the rest of her clothes, let no son die today.

A few Hours later

She was watching her father and Juan talk across the room as she finished the last of her lunch. He had stayed in the office with her for an hour, talking to her about working out on Saturday when Juan had come to remind her it was lunch time, after that her boys had branched off to let her eat in peace. She is shaken from that peace as the last spoonful hits her lips, Tigs hands coming down gently on her shoulders, she tilts her head to look up at him. “Prospects called. They got Hightower.” She drops her spoon, one of Opie's killers. Getting to her feet she whistles to her father and Husband, both of them at her side in an instant when they see she is checking her backpack of goodies behind the bar. “What's has you checking your bag of tricks little girl.” she loads a clip onto her Glock, stashing a few others into her tiny backpack as she replies without glancing at each of them, still elbow deep in the duffle before her. “Prospects got one of the guys who killed Opie. I'm getting ready for just about anything.” her dad is gone before she finishes the sentence, probably heading up to the dorms to do the same. Juan stays by her side, his hand held out as she hands over a few of his own clips and guns he had stashed in her bag. “So much for a slow day huh.” Once she had the bag packed full she put her weapon duffle back in its place by the bar, turning to her husband she lets him see how shaken she is.

He doesn't hesitate to wrap her up in his arms, she leans heavy into his chest “It's ok baby. We will get them all for this. Opie's death won't go unpunished. And remember, even if you don't pull the trigger yourself. It's still enough.” she leans her head back, her husband's lips meet hers in a feather-light kiss. She soaks him in, his warmth, his scent, the taste of him on her tongue. She pulls back, giving him a sad smile “I love you Juan.” he nods, resting his forehead against her he closes his eyes “I love you too Joy.” they both head for the door as her father joins them not a minute later. Heading for the bikes she is slowly, brick by brick locking away her worry, her pain, the image of Opie as well goes behind that wall. She knew this would be a touchy one. She had to remain level headed because from the faraway look in half the guy's eyes she knew level heads would be hard to come by today.

Time Jump  

As they pull up she feels an off sense of deja vu like she had been here before at some point, standing she makes sure her guns are strapped tight and her small bag on her back isn't flying off at some point. Walking over she catches the tail end of Jax's and the prospects conversation. “....there are bikes in the back. Tricked out shit.” She arches a brow, another biker gang. She starts heading towards the club, ignoring the rest of the club as they call for her in low whispers. Fuck this pussyfooting she wanted answers, making her way around the club she curses violently at the sight of the bikes before her, Jax and the others aren't too far behind when they catch sight of the bright orange bike, Grim Bastards. It would fucking have to be them wouldn't it, nothing could be fucking simple. She moves past the bikes and into the club, she is halfway to the bar when she is spotted by T.O. She quickly slaps a grin on her face as he and his men make their way towards her and the other son's. “Well if it isn't the Princess of Samcro. What brings you to our side of town?” she lets him pull her into a hug, letting him say hello to Jax and the others. Feeling Juan's arm slip under her cut she leans into his hand, trying to draw some sense of comfort as Jax's speaks to T.O. “I'm looking for someone. Guy called Randall Hightower.” T.O’s face goes from Civil to hard in seconds, she narrows her eyes as he replies flatly “Why you looking for him?” she moves to stand next to Jax, her arms crossed over her chest “He killed Opie when they were in County. I don't like the look on your face T. Spill.” the man before her starts to fidget, almost two years with Bikers you learn they don't like to see an angry woman or be the blockade in front of one “He hired us to protect him. I didn't know it was from you.” she smirks as Tig rests his arm on her shoulder he leans forward to speak “Well, we'll be buying out your contract as of now.” something else is up, she arches a brow as T refuses to meet her or Jax's eyes “ Ain't that simple. He's my cousin. We came up together.”

She is about to open her mouth to raise hell when it decides to break loss without her, she hears someone shout Randall and gunshots, she is yanked down to the ground by Tig, his body shielding hers as three shots rang out she shoots up, catching sight of the large man going out the side door. Cursing she shakes off Tig as he tries to grab her and she books it for the front door, Jax and Bobby not far behind. She is standing in the road when she hears the sound of tires, seeing a Blue SUV she starts shooting, Jax standing at her side as they rain gunfire. They are both yanked from the street by Chibs as Randell almost hits them, she tries to aim for his tires but she gets the back passage door as he knocks into one of the guy's bikes, causing them to domino into one another. She screams her rage to the sky as she stands at Jax side, she combs her hands through her hair as her Husband runs to her side. She waves him off, she needed a second, moves back a few steps, his eyes watching her closely as she pulls the now empty clips from her guns to replace them. She finally looks up at Juan, walking over she grabs his jaw, yanking him down she presses a hard kiss to his lips before quickly pulling away. “I need to keep this anger a little longer. I love you.” he nods, grabbing the wrist of the hand holding his face he yanks her hand off of his face to kiss the back of it before running off to check up with the others.

She is starting off in the distance as the sons and bastards crowd around each other she can hear the guilt in T’s voice. “we had no idea Randy was involved in Ope's death, man.” she grinds her teeth as Jax shouts, looking to her a child in every sense “Well, now you know! Where do we find him?” she watches T scrubs a hand over his mouth, a look of remote washes over his face like a flash before he locks it down. “He's blood, man. I can't just turn him over. There's gotta be something we can work out.” she finally has enough when Jax practically screeches, his arms flailing “ Like what, bro?! How are we gonna make this right?!” pushing off the wall she plants her hand on the center of the tall blonde man's chest, walking him back as she walks forward. “Give us a sec T.” She gets a few feet away and shoves harshly, Jax's glares down at her as Tig hisses through his teeth “Well, isn't this just a bunch of bullshit. Let's just find Fat Albert and cave his skull in.” She turns her glare to her father when he speaks his agreement “Second that.” both of her hands reach out to smack both men's heads with a satisfying thud. “Both of you chicken heads shut your holes. All your doing is feeding into the frenzy this albino gorilla in front of me is currently in.” turning her gaze back up to Jax “Don't act like your the only fucking person here to take a much-owed pound of flesh. The only difference between us at the current moment is I'm thinking through my anger and none of you assholes are. So please get on my fucking level or leave.” Bobby stands at her side, his hand on her arm as he talks “Kids right. For 20 years we have had relationships with these people. The Grim Bastards have always backed us, always. Maybe we need to look for a compromise.”

She curls her lip as Jax's shoulders by her, she had no issues calling anyone out on their bullshit, he should know that by now. Turning she stands towards the back with Juan and her father as they return to the Bastards “There was a couple of other guys with your cousin when they took out Opie. Why don't you let us talk to them? We'll get those names, throw him a beating, but we'll let him live.” T’s eyes move between her and Bobby, he knew at one point she had been VP, she knew what he was asking. Keep Jax honest. She nods and T locks eyes with Jax once more “All right. I'll track him down. I'll let you know.” she lets the tension drain from her shoulders, leaning back against the brick wall she slides down to sit, pulling out her pack of cigs she lights one, sliding her sunglasses on she watches Jax take off with a shake of her head. He saw Opie die, him, Chibs and Tiggy saw the whole damn thing so she could understand to a degree the rage. But Opie wouldn't want this club to go down in flames because of his death. She would keep her promise if it fucking killed her.

She doesn't look over as two bodies move to sit down on either side of her, she keeps her gaze straight even as Tigs head comes to rest on her shoulder, his curls brushing her cheek. “Going to Ignore us forever kid?” she leans her head on top of Tigs, a sad smile on her face as Chibs does the same to her other shoulder. “Not forever.” She hears Chibs light another Cig as she tosses the butt of hers into the street. “We understand where you're coming from lass. We know you made a promise to Op. But you need to understand where we are coming from.” She lifts her head, sliding her glasses a little down her nose she turns to look at Chibs as he gazes off to the side. She feels Tig grab her hand, playing with her rings and nails, her heart clinches as it reminds her of Able. “We saw that giant bastard open Opies skull with a lead pipe lass. While we banged on the glass until our knuckles went numb and bloody each one of us left a part of us in the dark, dank room with Op.” She swipes at her cheeks below her glasses, not looking away when he lowers his glasses to lock eyes with her. “Don't Judge us too harshly for what we do as the half men we currently are. We need you girl, more than you know to guide us.” she nods, licking her suddenly dry lips “Your my boys. I'll always guide you. But you make it so hard sometimes.” She closes her eyes when Chibs kisses the side of her head before he stands. Looking up at him she sees he is grinning down at her “We wouldn't be yours if it was meant to be easy.” watching Chibs walk off she raises her none captured hand to come through Tigs wild curls, her eyes finding her husband across the street. His eyes watching her from the shade, he tilts his head, she knew he was asking if she was ok, she nods, a small smile on her face. Now all they had to do was wait.

And the wait wasn't long, apparently, Jax had gone to meet with Pope about Charming Heights and got a nice tidbit of information out of the meeting as well. The boatyard, that's where Randell was hiding. Part of her was suspicious of how Pope knew that but she had come to realize this was Pope's town, they knew charming like the back of their hand, makes sense he would know his turf. Pulling up to the boatyard she sees the bastards bikes lined up near the car Randell almost ran her and Jax down with. Pulling her helmet off she sees T.O heading their way, a look of guilt and shock on his face. Standing next to Jax she arches a brow as T.O speaks “How did you know we were here?” she watches Jax as he replies “A friend. You remember what those are? Don't you?” oh please. Enough with the melodramatics, she sighs “Where is he T?” the man looks down at her, his shoulders slumped a bit “I'm trying Joy. I can't convince him that you won't kill him. I talked to him about Opie. The order was from Pope to take out the guys in county. The guards grabbed Randell for his size it was the guards who set up that kill. You know what it's like to be hired muscle joy.”  

She did, you don't ask questions, do what needs to be done to survive. But she wasn't Prez or VP anymore, she had no say in what happened today. She feels a hand on her shoulder as Tig speaks over her head “so who were the other guys.” T doesn't look away from her as he replies, she knew he was trying to appeal to her better nature, but honestly, after her talk with Chibs and Tig, she didn't know how she felt. “He didn't even know them.” Jax, sensing her unease stand a little in front of her breaking T’s line of sight with her “Let us hear that from him.” T sighs, his chin meeting his chest as he scrubs a hand over his bald head in frustration. Looking back up at Jax he replies “I need your word.” She places her hand on Jax back, he back was like stone under her hand, hard and unmoved as he replies “Yeah. Sure.”

She follows behind Jax as T leads them down to the boats, a flash of red makes her look up. She curses a Randell makes a run for the building, she is shoving past the guys as T yells for his cousin to stop. She shoves the two Grim members who had been with Randell to the side as they try to slow her down. He wasn't getting away again if she could help it, she pulls out her Glock as they make it inside. Seeing Randall aiming at her and the guys she shouts “Put that shit down!”

The taller man yells back “Back off your trying to kill me!” she curls her lip as Jax moves to her side, his gun aimed “No man we just want to talk to you.” she nods, lowering her gun slightly she lets T pass her “They gave me their word Randell. They want info, not your life. Put the gun down man.” she watches him put the gun on the floor, keeping hers in her hand she walks over slowly, her eyes on his hands as he bends down to grab it from the floor. Handing it off to T. She watches Chibs and Jax as they stand next to the giant of a man. “Who else killed our friend?” she feels Tig move to her side, he needed to be closer to this. She got that, Randell sighs “One guy, his name was Aldo. Smith, I think. Other guys, I just knew their first name. Vox and Mace. That's all I know. I swear.” they had names, that was enough for her to do a search, she sees Chibs say something to Jax but she can't make out what. She feels Tigs hand on her arm as she watches Chibs move behind Randell his silences gun blowing out the back of Randells head. She can't process as guns are drawn, she aims both of hers at T, moving away from Tig she stands between T.O’s gun and Chibs and Jax, he wanted them dead he would have to mow her down first. “Jesus Christ! What is this shit? Jax, you gave me your word, man!” she can feel the heat coming off Jax in waves as he places his hand on her shoulder, moving around her to face T on his own “And so did you. You said you were gonna deliver him. You didn't.” everything is still for a moment, she can hear everyone breathing for a solid minute before T lowers his gun, she goes as well. She feels a flood of cold in the pit of her stomach as T speaks to Jax “Who the hell are you?”  

She doesn't know how they got back to their bikes, she is digging around in her backpack once she finds what she needs she forces Chibs to sit on his bike so they are level with each other as she wipes the blood from his face with napkins she keeps for situations like this. She didn't know how she felt yet about what they had done, the bond that was now broken between the Grim Bastards and SamCro. But she knew, right now at this moment that she needed to make sure her family was ok. Once the blood was all gone she grabs a lighter and sets it on fire, no evidence. She doesn't say anything as they all get on their bikes, what can anyone say in a moment like this? The ride back was smooth and quick, her mind never stopped moving, even when they made it back. She feels Juan at her side as he wraps an arm around her, his lips kissing her temple as she watches Bobby chase down Jax “Jax. Jax wait!” she sees Jax turn to Bobby as the group catches up to them she hears what Bobby is saying “You just shit on two decades of brotherhood. What you did back there was wrong. And it hurts all of us.” Jax looks off in the distance for a moment, his eyes lost in something before he turns to Bobby with a new focus “You know, you might be right, but you didn't see the pleasure in that animal's face when he caved in Opie's skull! We did!” she gets between the two men, her hands on Jax's chest, making him look down at her and not focus on Bobby, she tilts her head towards the picnic table and Jax goes without a word. She feels Bobby move around her to head into the clubhouse.  

Staying where she was, she breathes deeply to shake the Image Jax painted when he yelled. Her heart still broke for her living men, no one should see a friend die, let alone the way Opie went out.  she sees a mass of black leather come into her eyesight, she glances up at Tig as he pats her shoulder before looking past her to Jax “I'll go talk to him.” everyone files inside, her husband and father included. She might not be VP anymore but she refused to leave Jax's side like this, he was still her brother. Turning she sees Chibs and Jax watching her, she slowly walks over to the little bit of space left on Chibs side and straddles the bench so she can see them both clearly. As Chibs pulls a pack of Ciggs from his pocket she holds out her lighter to him as he speaks “We did what we had to do, Jackie.” He turns to her as he hands her lighter back once he lights his cigg “I know your off balance lass but you know it had to be done.” she nods, she knew it did but the way it happened could have been better. Jax leans forward, he elbows coming to rest on his knees as he looks between the both of them “I know. Things are gonna get bloody, guys. I'm not sure if Bobby's gonna be able to roll with that. I need to know that I have you both in my corner. I need you both or I'll get lost.”

Her eyes well as she stares at her club brother, Chibs stands seeming to tumble through his own thoughts before tossing his half finish cigg way and turns back to Jax “I've always been there, and I always will. Come here.” she watches Chibs as he stares Jax in the face hard for a moment as he stands before the older man. “I love you, kid. Understand?” Jax nods as Chibs grabs his face, kissing his cheek and bumping his head against the younger man he turns to her, holding his hand out she grabs hold, letting him pull her to her feet she crashes into his side as he wraps an arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. “I love you to girl. I'm gonna get cleaned up.” She pats his back and watches him head inside. Turning to Jax she sees him watching her, turning to face him she gives him a tired grin, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. Watching a very small smile appear to match hers she pats his cheek roughly. “I want to be angry but I can't because I have no idea what you all saw that day in county. It changed something in the three of you I might never understand. But I'm not going to duck and run. I love you all too fucking much to do that. You all will break my heart more times then I'm going to be able to count I get that now, but I will always be right here for you. To yell, to comfort and nurse you idiots. Don't doubt that brother.” he nods, yanking her forward by her cut he holds her tight for a moment, his cheek rested on the top of her head. They would make it through this shit she refused to let it happen any other way.

Later that night

After her talk with Jax, she had buckled down at the shop for a few hours to lighten the load for the next day. Gemma had been around more which helped tremendously, she hoped this was the first steps of Gemma getting her shit together. She had told Juan to head home when he was done and she would meet him there, she needed to drop of her statement to Roosevelt at the police station before heading home and honestly that had been just as draining as she had thought it was going to be. It had gone from running in to drop of her statement to sitting down and going through it and honestly she was tired of having to remember it and picking at it. She was ready to move on. Pulling up to the house she felt her body already losing some of the tension as she sees the porch light on and the living room light shining through the break in her dark curtains. Getting off her bike she makes her way to the door, opening it she expects to find her husband on the couch, asleep or playing one of his many games but when he isn't there she is surprised. She hears the sound of sunny claws on the wood floor, kneeling she wraps her arms around the excited pit with a grin. She scratches his head with both hands as she speaks softly to him. “Hey, my handsome boy. Sorry I haven't been hanging with you much. I'll bring you to work one day this week. Get you out and about. Deal?” she holds her open palm out to him, giggling when he hands her his paw, pressing a kiss to his head she narrows her eyes as she looks around. “Wanna help me find daddy? Sniff him out for me boy.”

She grins when the pup licks her cheek and takes off for the backdoor. Putting her stuff on the side table by the door and sliding off her boots she follows. Seeing the fairy lights on she pushes open the door, letting sunny charge into the yard to play for a minute, when she turns she sees her husband at the outside table, food covered and a smile on his face. She had to bite her lip to stop the wave of emotion as he stands, making his way over to her, she curls herself into his chest as he wraps his arms around her. She inhales deeply as the scent of his body wash swarms her, her hands move to grip his shirt on both sides. “I got your text about being held up with Eli. Thought I would go ahead to do the cooking and did the laundry for you.” she tilts her head back she smiles up at him. “I can tell I'm married because the words ‘I cooked and did laundry’ got me weak in the knees.” he chuckles and shakes his head, looking down he sees Sunny at their feet, letting her go he kneels down and pets over sunny’s  head as the panting dog licks his cheek. “Dinner time pup.” he looks up at her as he continues “Food is still hot. Finished about ten minutes before you pulled up. So all we need is drinks, grab those while I feed him?” she grins, grabbing his face as he moves to stand she pulls him closer, pressing her lips against his she melts into him as he yanks her closer. Pulling back he grins, his brow kicked up “What was that for? Not that I'm complaining.” She smiles, her hands rubbing his shirt covered sides “For being up handsome. Just for being you.” His smile losses the teasing edge as he stares at her, leaning his head down he kisses her forehead before turning to go into the house. She saw the raw emotion before he did though, her husband still wasn't used to being praised, but until the day she died, she would get him used to it.

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Prompt: Why is arson always your first answer? 

(A/n: As soon as I got this prompt I knew exactly who I was going to write it for. This is my first time writing for Happy, so I hope you all enjoy it!)💜

Y/s/n-your sisters name

Y/ns POV

I knew as soon as my Y/s/n walked through the door that something was wrong. She wasn’t very good at hiding her feelings even though she thought she was, but she didn’t have me fooled for a second, she’d been crying that much was obvious from her bloodshot eyes and she was quiet, which for my sister was a rarity. I lightly knocked on her door and when I didn’t hear anything I entered her bedroom, fully expecting her to throw a pillow at me or shout at me to get out. But that didn’t happen. Instead, she just  sat on her bed and looked at me as the tears fell from her eyes. Without any hesitation I rushed over to her, pulling her into my arms, rubbing her back soothingly.  After a while, she eventually told me what happened and I felt my heart break for her. She witnessed her boyfriend cheating on her and to make it all a million times worse for her, today was their second anniversary and the girl he was cheating on her with was her best friend. I spent hours comforting her, telling her that she deserves so much better and that he was just a massive twat and eventually she fell asleep, snuggled up under her duvet. 

“You okay?”Happy asked with a curious look on his face as I shut my sisters bedroom door behind me and walked into the living room, sitting down next to him on the sofa. 

“Yeah, but  Y/s/n isn’t.” I answered, leaning my head on his shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping around my shoulder. 

What happened? He asked and when I turned my head slightly I noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed in concern.

“Her boyfriend cheated on her, with her best friend” I knew as soon as those words left my mouth that he was angry by the way his grip on my shoulder tightened. 

“That fucker,” He hissed, the venom clear in his voice as he rose from the sofa, heading towards the door

“Hap, where are you going?” I asked, already knowing his answer. 

“To teach him a lesson,” He answered bluntly, grabbing his kute from the chair.

“You have an idea?” I asked with raised eyebrows, intrigued to know what type of idea he had in mind, there were a multitude of options that he could choose from, you were just hoping that what he had in mind wouldn’t land him in jail.

“It involves fire and his house,” 

“Why is arson always your first answer?” I sighed running a hand through my hair. Did I want to teach this guy a lesson, of course. Did I want his family home to burn down, well he definitely deserved it but no. There were too many risks and people who had nothing to do with this could get hurt. 

“Because it’s the most effective option,” he answered, a somewhat evil smirk coming on his face,“Am I wrong?” 

“Well no, but I just think setting fire to a fifteen year olds house is a bit far,” I argued, walking closer towards him. 

“You could set fire to his car, he loves his car more than anything else,” Y/s/n chimed in, causing me and Happy to turn round instantly but before I could say anything to her, she was gone as quickly as she appeared. 

“Wipe that smug smirk off your face, Hap,” I said, slapping his arm lightly as the proud smirk on his face grew. 

“I’ll see ya later,” he stated, pressing a quick kiss onto my lips.   

“Hap, you don’t need to do this,” I pointed out, grabbing his hand lightly, halting his movements. He turned to me, placing his hands either side of my face, with a soft look in his eyes, one that I’d only ever seen a few times since I’d known him.

“Yeah I do, she’s your family, which makes her my family and no one hurts my family,” As soon as he said those words I felt my heart burst, a feeling that only grew when he pressed another kiss on my lips, it was more heated than the previous one. He, like every man had his flaws, he was a criminal. I knew that. But he also gave me and Y/s/n a place to stay when we had nowhere and after a while I fell for him, not that I told him until we were at one of the clubs annual parties and after months of keeping my feelings hidden I kissed him and admitted how I felt and to my surprise he felt the same as I did. Ever since that day, we’ve been a team, I even had his crow tattooed on my side. I loved him and he loved me.   

“Well maybe when you get back I’ll have to show you just how grateful I am,” I whispered into his ear, as I placed a few light kisses along his neck.

“Tease,” He practically growled, as he pulled away from me and made his way outside. 

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” I shouted after him with a smirk on my face knowing full well that when he came back home from teaching that pirck a lesson, he was gonna destroy me in the best way possible.

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The Alpha next door (6/?)

AN: Sooo, again a shorter chapter, I apologize but atm I struggle with this story. I know what I want to happen but I cant write it...

Warnings: I don't think so, maybe a bit angst

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Part 5

She had been lucky enough to find some fitting clothes in Charming: A summer dress, some shorts for beneath, and a pair of roman sandals. “Can you grab the box on the kitchen table for me and place it in my car, please? I need to finish getting ready.”, Millie called out from her bathroom. “Sure. Anything else?”, Happy answered from the kitchen. “Nothing. I am almost done as well. Are you sure that it is enough that I bring just some muffins for dessert?” “Yeah. Told you there is no need for you to bring anything.” “I know. I just want to make a good impression. They are your pack.”, she sighed. “And you are my Omega.” “Yeah.”, she smiled to herself while finishing her makeup. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.--.-.-.

“So we meet again.”, the woman Millie knew to be Gemma Teller-Morrow greeted her at the door. “Hello, Ma´m. A pleasure to meet you again.”, she answered anxiously. “No need for these formalities. You are one of us know. Call me Gemma.” “Millie. I brought some Blueberry-Muffins I made. Hope that was okay.”, she fiddled with her hands. “Of course. I hope Happy told you that you did not need to bring anything. You are our guest tonight.”, the older woman answered. “He did mention it a few times. But I like to bake, so it was no big deal.” “Well, come in. I will show you to the kitchen and where you can put your muffins.” “Thank you..”, Millie hummed and followed her inside. Multiple unknown scents attacked her the second she stepped through the door and she was at the edge of being overwhelmed. Luckily the scents of Chibs and Tig were able to catch her animals' attention and it calmed down enough for her not to be in a flight response. “You can place them over there.”, Gemma nodded to the countertop in the center of the kitchen. “Will do, Gemma.” “So tell me. How did the two of you meet?”, she asked nonchalantly. “I-uhm- we are neighbors.” “I already knew that, Honey. But how did you meet as Alpha and Omega? Happy is not the kind of Alpha that goes after Omegas.” “He saved me from another Alpha. It went from there.”, the younger Omega explained, not wanting to give too much information. “Wha-” “Gemma. Everyone is seated. We are only waiting for the two of you.”, another Omega saved Millie from a deeper questioning. “On our way Tara. Be a dear and help us carry these plates, would you?” “Sure.”, the newly arrived Omega rolled her eyes. “Thank you.”, Gemma answered with a sinister sweet smile,” Please go ahead we are right behind you.” “Fine.” “That room we enter is filled with Alphas, as you already can smell. Please do not make Happy hurt any of them. Blood is hard to get out of the Carpets and hardwood floor. The Croweaters won´t be happy about that either, not they are very fond of you for taking him away from them.” “I- I will try my best.”, Millie answered unsurely. “Good. Now let´s get this last bit of food to the hungry Wolves.” The whole dinner was tense, even though she was seated between Happy and Tig, their scents trying to fight off her unknown ones. And she was glad when the Men went into the adjoined living room after dinner, leaving the women to put the leftovers into Tupperware, and the prospects to clean the table. “The muffins can be reheated. I usually serve them with either chocolate sauce or powdered sugar.”, she explained. “I will heat the oven, ten minutes?”, “Yes. “ “If they taste as good as they smell be prepared to make them a lot. These men are acting and looking tough, but they love sweets just as much as any little boy.” “Who are you calling a little boy, Ma?”, the voice of the VP called from behind them. “You and the rest of the trouble makers in that room, son. What do you need?” “We have to leave for a bit. I want Tara and the boys to stay here. Millie, Hap will probably speak to you himself, but you can stay here or at the clubhouse if you want.” “Thank you?”, Milli answered shyly, “Guess I will talk to Happy then.” “We should be back in the morning. Are you okay staying here?”, Her Alpha explained, taking in any little reaction of the Omega in front of him. “I guess.”, she mumbled, sad her work would end up in the bin. “What is bothering you then?” “The muffins will go bad. They can be reheated only one time.”, she explained with a sigh, “You don´t want to happen to take one for the ride?” “You don´t need to ask twice. OPE, TIG, JUICE, get your asses in here or I will eat every single muffin myself!”, he chuckled and called out. Within seconds the baked goods were gone and the men left. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.--. A gentle knock pulled her out of the short sleep she had managed to fall into in the early morning hours. “Jgrmgh”, she groaned into the pillow. “Ms. Millie? The Breakfast is ready in a few. And the others called, they should be back in three

hours at most.”, the Prospect V-Lin called through the door. “Mrph.” With tiredness burning eyes she followed the scent of freshly made coffee, eggs, bacon, and buns. “Good morning, Millie. Take a seat. What do you want to drink?”, Gemma greeted her with a warm motherly smile. “Just a tea, please. Thank you.” “It will get easier in the future.”, Tara tried to assure her seeing her state, “Jax left me a t-shirt of his for the first few times. But it will never be like a normal day.” “Oh. I – I will speak to him. Thank you for the tip.” “Nonsense. Us Omegas and women of the club have to stick together. We are a pack. A pack that takes care of each other. If you ever need anything give me a call.” “I will remember that.” The three women ate breakfast without many conversations with each other, only interacting with the two little boys. Just as the kitchen had been cleaned up, the front door opened and the voices of two little boys screaming “Dada” reached the adults. “Hello, Ma. V-Lin, Hap wants you to take Millie to her house and stay until he comes over.”, the blond man greeted the other women before kissing his Omega. “I will get my things then.” .--..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..-.-..-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“You can take a seat in my kitchen if you want. Or on the porch.”, Millie offered the Prospect, “Do you want a coffee?” “I am fine. Thank you Ms.”, the prospect hummed, “I will take a seat on the porch until Happy arrives.” “Suit yourself. The machine is over there if you change your mind.” “Thank you Ms.”, the Beta stated again and took his seat on the porch, “I am sure it won´t take long for him to come over.” But he wouldn´t. It was almost dinner time and Happy still had not been there to see her and she began to worry. She believed Jax would have said something if he had been hurt, so why wasn´t he coming? Was it something she did? Had she done something during the dinner? “V-Lin. I want to prepare something for dinner, do you want something?”, She called out off the front door, tired of waiting and needing to distract herself. “He doesn´t. He will return to the clubhouse.”, Happy´s voice answered for him. Hearing his voice, her animal was both pleased and angry. Pleased that her Alpha had finally returned and angry that it took him so long. “You are back.”, she answered stepping aside to let him enter, which he happily did.

Part 7

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