#Happy Lowman's Daughter

[garbinge]

Flower Crowns

Happy Lowman & Daughter OC Scarlett Lowman

Day 25 from these April Prompts: Flower Crowns

Summary: Scarlett comes home after work to find her father, Happy, and his granddaughter, Lex, having a tea party and it sparks some flashbacks for Scar. 

Words: 2.7k

A/N: okay shoutout to the OG Happy Lowman daughter OC creator, @drabbles-mc​, there is literally a voice note (or 20) between Tay and I for literally every fic I have ever published but I really owe her for helping me with this one!!! 

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of murder, blood, injuries, death, and just happy canon level things. 

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​

Every kid thinks their parents are superheroes. They feel unbreakable, they seem everlasting, like they can do no wrong, and always be there to save you. That statement held true with Scarlett Lowman, the only child of Happy Lowman, but maybe even more so. Happy was tough, his demeanor was one not to be fucked with, and even as a kid Scarlett could pick up on how people felt when Happy was around. They were uncomfortable, they would stare, and all of that made Scarlett feel like she had an actual superhero as a father. Not like these other kids who talked highly of their parents, Scarlett actually had a dad who saved the day. That viewpoint of her father came crashing down pretty quickly, he was no longer the superhero she envisioned him. It was disappointing, it was heartbreaking, she felt alone because while she saw her father for as human as he was, everyone else was still thinking of their parents as invincible. It caused the girl to grow angry. Irritation was quick to build up within her.  Rage just constantly flowed through her veins, and while it was a born Lowman trait, the trauma of her young life added an additional layer to it. 

Life wasn’t easy for Scarlett growing up, her mom passed away when she was young, before she even got a chance to know her, leaving her father to raise her alone. Scarlett was a daddy’s girl, but not in the typical sense. Happy Lowman was unique, to say the least. When parents' day came, the story was he was a construction worker, some might say contractor. It wasn’t a lie, Happy did pick up spare jobs here or there to pick up extra money, he was good at fixing things, but he was also good at breaking things too. 

Scarlett’s relationship with Happy was complex. He was her father, she loved him, she would do anything for him, but because of that, she struggled a lot. With the life Happy lead, he crossed a lot of lines with Scar as she grew up. She saw a lot of shit she probably shouldn’t have, to his defense he did try and hide it from her up until a certain point, but once that boundary had been broken once, it never went back up. 

Scarlett thrived off chaos, off danger, off anger, it made her feel a release of all the demons cooped up in her brain. That changed a bit when she had her daughter, Alexa. Her way of thinking needed to shift for the sake of her, but that just meant she kept a lot more bottled up. 

Scarlett walked through her front door, hanging up her apron from the downtown market on the hooks in the entryway. There were muffled laughs and voices coming from the den, which doubled as a sunroom and playroom. It was a little secluded from the rest of the house which is why neither Happy or Lex had heard Scarlett come home. Her footsteps were soft as she made her way over to that side of the house. 

“Yea, I want tea.” Happy’s voice was rough and short, but it still brought a smile to Scarlett’s face as she saw her fully tatted, biker father, sitting at a tiny chair and table that had purple Rapunzel artwork all over it, holding his hand out with a small pink teacup in his hand. 

As the little hands of her 8 year old daughter reached across the table to meet Happy’s extended arm with the tea pot and began to pour what she assumed to be water, Scarlett felt her heart pick up its pace and her face fell in a frown. Quickly, she moved a few steps back and over, so she was out of their view but still able to see them and hear them. Immediately the flashback came to her. 

Scarlett poured the large bottle of bottom shelf vodka over Happy’s gash that ran up his forearm. The flesh was cut so deep that when Scarlett started to stitch it up, she could see his bone pretty clearly through the tissue. She didn’t need to look long, because once she saw it, it was ingrained in her head, something she’d carried with her a long time. To get the mental image out of her mind, she focused on sewing the skin together, trying to match the tattoos up perfectly so that there’d be no scar left behind or obvious misalignment in the tattoo. Connecting the shadowing and line work was a trying task as she moved up his arm with the makeshift stitches that were just string and a shitty sanitized needle. The memory of her dad’s groans and flinches were another thing hard to shake. It made him human and again, while eventually all kids come to the realization that their parents aren’t superheroes, Scarlett came to that reality a lot sooner and a lot harder than most. 

Happy was her protector. He was badass. He started to teach her how to fight when she turned 5, she was constantly surrounded by MC members. Capes were kuttes and sitting on the back of a motorcycle was the equivalent to flying. Nothing ever went wrong when Happy was around. Until it did. 

Scarlett kept watching the two, it was crazy to see the differences in how Happy was as a father versus a grandfather. Parts of her tried to rationalize it. Happy was younger, jumping from charter to charter, in the thick of things. Now, he was older, in wisdom and age. The gray hair that grew around his beard was a reminder to Scarlett about how different the man was now. 

“Drink it, Grandpa!” Lex giggled as she brought her own teacup up to her mouth. 

Happy brought the drink to his mouth to take a sip, the little girl immediately jumping up in an attempt to scare him. 

“Boo!” Her hands moved outwards as she stood up and shook the table as she did it. 

The table shaking and pressing up against Happy’s abdomen was the true cause for him spilling the water all over his face, but he pretended the girl was successful in scaring him. 

“You scared me!” His fake gasp mixed with the water dripping down his beard off his chin brought Scarlett back again. 

Her age had to have been older than Lex, by a few years but Scarlett was still young. It wasn’t the first time she had to patch Happy up, but it was the one that stuck out the most because it was the most brutal. His face was covered in blood, spilling out from his mouth and nose, which was clearly broken. It was probably embedded in her brain because Happy had woken her up out of her sleep and she thought she was in a nightmare. Her scream probably still rang off in his head. 

“Scar, it’s dad.” He said in the kindest voice possible for him. 

Her breathing was fast, heart pounding, her grip on him was hard in an attempt to at first fight him off, but now it was just recovering from the startle. 

Her little feet moved across the cold hardwood floors as they made their way to the bathroom. 

“Should I call the motorcycle men?” Her voice trembled thinking maybe this was something for the other superheroes in her life. Scar knew not to mention cops, it was one of the house rules. No cops. Ever. The reasoning why Happy didn’t want the MC there was foggy in her memory, but it didn’t matter because the responsibility being on her was clear as day. 

“You scared me.” Her voice was steady as she handed him the frozen bag of vegetables for his ribs which were undoubtedly broken and then moved to the bullet wound near his knee. 

Happy ignored her comment. “It went straight through, clean it and stitch it.” 

It came out as an order, but his voice wasn’t mean, just short. 

“What about your ribs?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Happy grunted back. 

The rest of the patch up was silent. Scarlett didn’t ask anymore questions, she focused on the task at hand, watching her small hands feed the thread through his skin. She was sitting on the backs of her legs as Happy sat on the closed toilet lid. It was so interesting to her how her hands didn’t shake anymore, how the scars got cleaner and cleaner as the years and experience passed. As she finished up, she leaned over to grab a washcloth from under the sink, she wet it with warm water from the tub so didn’t have to get up just yet. Patting the sewed up wound dry, she was careful not to be too harsh in pressure but a part of her felt the rage bubbling up in the pit of her stomach and wanted an outlet for it. He hissed at the abrasive touch of the coarse cloth, you offered him a weak glance as an apology before standing up and handing him the wash cloth. 

“Use the other side to clean up your face.” Her voice was disconnected and cold. A trait she learned from Happy, she could turn it on and off whenever she liked. 

She began to walk out of the bathroom, her mind shifting into a space where she’d be able to handle everything that just happened, pushing her rage down, bottling up her questions, her confusion. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

The sentence wasn’t much, but it held a lot of weight. This was probably the moment that truly changed everything for Scarlett, when she truly went numb to it all. 

“I’m going back to bed, my science fair is tomorrow.” She didn’t even look back over at him, just paused in her steps to speak before picking up her pace again. 

She got lost in her thoughts and memories for a few minutes, letting herself feel emotions she hadn’t felt in years. The pain of being Happy’s daughter came with a lot of battles, emotional and physical. Feeling overwhelmed, she looked back at her father who was now letting Alexa put a flower crown on his bald head. It was a sight to be seen, it was something that she wished she could go take a picture of and show the guys at the club because she knew they’d never let him live it down. 

“Mommy!” Lex’s voice called out. The young girl was running towards her and Scarlett quickly stepped out from the wall and walked over to meet her. 

“Hey baby girl.” She picked her up and flooded her cheek with kisses. “You have fun with Pops?” The question was genuine even though she knew what the answer would be. 

“Yes, we played in the yard and then when it got dark, Pops made me mac n cheese and then we had a tea party!!” Alexa hadn’t taken a breath in her entirety of speaking, so excited to share about her night. 

“Wow, busy night. It’s time for you to go brush your teeth and get ready for bed, okay? Pops will still be here when you’re done to say goodnight.” Just as quick as she was placed down, the little girl was pattering her feet away down the hallway listening to her mother’s instructions. 

Scarlett had turned to watch her flee, not expecting the hand on her back. She jumped a bit and heard Happy’s chuckle. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

The words rattled in her brain. 

“I’m gonna make a cup of actual tea before I leave. You want one?” He asked as he moved past Scarlett into the kitchen. It was then that she realized he still had the flower crown on. 

Tea and flower crowns. She had to wonder where the fuck the time went. She also was wondering what she did to deserve the Happy she got growing up compared to this one. Sure, there was this typical pipeline of parents to grandparents, but this was different. This was day and night. 

Scarlett nodded and followed him into the kitchen and jumped up on the counter as he heated up the kettle on the stove. 

“Nice crown.” She said bringing her knee up to rest her head on while her other leg dangled over the counter. 

“Lex told me it brings out my tattoos.” He rasped as he took the crown off his head before he reached up to the shelf with the tea bags. 

Scarlett had to smile at that, it was something her kid would say. “She really loves her tea parties, thanks for entertaining her.” 

“Ain’t my first tea party.” Happy turned around now leaning on the counter opposite from Scarlett. 

Their eyes connected as Scarlett frowned in question, “You and the guys turn chapel into tea time?” 

Happy chuckled again before reaching for his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. It didn’t take him long before he slide out a picture from behind his license and was leaning forward to pass it to Scarlett. 

She saw the back first. 

Scar ♥

The heart was hand drawn in Happy’s scratch handwriting. Her hand flipped the picture and she felt something pull at her heart. 

The photo was of her as a kid, probably middle school age, way too old to be playing tea party but there she sat, a costume dress that was way too small on her slipped on over her clothes, a plastic jeweled crown on her head and on Happy’s. The little teacups were raised in the air as they cheers for the camera. 

“Ma took it.” Happy referred to his mother before the kettle was screaming to signal it was ready. 

Scarlett felt her eyes get heavy in tears. She didn’t remember this, it made her wonder how much she didn’t recall from her years growing up. Was she only made to remember the bad shit? Or was it that she only chose to? Staring at the picture, she only looked up when Happy handed her the hot cup of tea. 

“I forgot about this.” She handed the photo back to him. 

“Keep it.” He was now next to her filling his mug up with tons of sugar. “I have a couple others in my wallet.” 

Scarlett nodded before jumping down and pinning the photo to her bulletin board that hung on the wall perpendicular to the sink. 

“Pops! I brushed my teeth AND changed into my jammies.” Lex’s voice sounded from the entryway to the kitchen. 

“Good job, kid. I’ll be there in a minute to tuck you in.” Happy nodded for the girl to go to her room. 

He took a few more sips of his tea before placing it down and making his way out of the kitchen. 

“You know, that’s something I wish I did more of.” He turned to look at Scarlett who frowned in a way to ask what he was talking about. “Tuck you in. I was always,” he paused, looking for the word he wanted to use, “out.” 

“Well, you have ample opportunity to make up for it with Lex.” Scarlett answered. It hurt to say, but it was a truth they both had to come to the realization of. Things were always going to be this way, there was no going back, only moving forward. Her eyes jumped back to the picture, but maybe if she did need to look back, there were some moments she wouldn’t hate looking back on.

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New Masterlist

Here’s where you’ll find everything I’ve written 🙂

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

The winterwidows child

Bucky Barnes

The winterwidows child

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Protect her

Part one part two part three part four

Criminal minds

JJ

Miss momma

Will LaMontagne Jr

Miss momma

Derek Morgan

Suspended

Hospital stays and side effects

Aaron Hotchner

All too much

Hiding from school

Sons of anarchy

Protection

Part one part two part three

Happy Lowmann

Harley Lowmann

Part one Part two

Bloody hands

Mayans M.C.

Angel Reyes

Daddy’s girl

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Scared me

Nightmares

Under the weather

Not good enough

Dad Remus headcannons

Christmas

Scared of the bad man

Sirius Black

Nightmares

As long as you need

Scared of the bad man

The Walking Dead

Negan

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 7

Alrighty.... are we ready for a CHAPTER. Like... this thing got away from me. Sorry. (But not really.) I have the albuterol jitters and your reap the benefits.

Don't copy my shit.

Warnings: cursing, shopping, self image issues and references to emotional abuse. Megan's past is bleeding into her present.

They met back up with the others in yet another clothing store. Megan looked anxious as hell, and Hank immediately went to check on her. “You okay, mi princessa?” he asked, pulling her close. 

Megan relaxed into his chest. “Am now. Tía Diana doesn’t like that I don’t shop well, I don’t think. She keeps trying to get me to try things on.”

Hank stroked the back of her neck gently and held her close. “Your tío will rein her back in. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

Megan giggled a little. “I have a feeling she’s going to want to play dress up this evening before the party and I don’t know how I’ll say no.”

Hank tilted her chin up to kiss her softly. “It’ll be alright, mi princessa.”

Taza wandered over with a smile. “Catching up on the missed affection of the last half-hour?”

Megan giggled but didn’t deny it. Hank just flipped him off. 

Taza chuckled. “Good. Chica, how about you choose the next store. Your tía seems to think you need more girly shit, but I know you’re getting bored.”

“C-Could we… maybe…” Megan asked stuttering and stopping herself.

“Could we what, mi princessa?” Hank encouraged gently.

“Could we go to the book store? We don’t have to. I can send EZ to the library when we get back, but my favorite author just put a new book out and she always puts it out in paperback first…” Megan said in a rush.

Taza beamed. “Of course we can, sweet Chica. Why didn’t I think of that?” He went to round up the others. 

Megan bit her lip. “I won’t take long. I promise,” she said, looking up at Hank.

Hank stroked the soft skin of her jaw. “Princessa, we can spend as long as you want in the bookstore. And we can buy whatever you want there.” He press a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Oh no. I promise I’ll just run in real quick to get the paperback. I still have some money from my last check. It won’t take long.” Megan insisted.

Hank tugged her chin up to meet his gaze. “Don’t make me call the prospect for a list of books and authors, Princessa/ I want you to buy whatever you want to buy. Take your time and enjoy it. We aren’t in a hurry.”

“What if everyone else wants to move on?” she asked fiddling with the zipper pull of his kutte.

Hank smiled. “Then they can and we can meet up with them later.” He kissed her gently again - conscious of where they were.

“I really only want the one book…” she tried.

“Bullshit. I will text the prospect - don’t make me.”

“Okay… maybe two…”

Hank chuckled and tugged her close by her waist. “Buy the whole damn store, baby. I don’t mind. Neither will your papa. I will make the prospect drive the van up here to pick up a load of books if I need to.”

They headed across the mall to the bookstore, but Megan got distracted as they passed Build-A-Bear. She watched as kids chose stuffed animals and customized them to their hearts content with a tiny smile. “Tío Marcus?”

“Si, Poquito?”

“Could we make one for Tessa? There’s a jacket on the wall that nearly matches the one we bought for her…” Megan asked, turning to look at him with big brown eyes full of hope.

Bishop laughed. “Oh Poquito… who could say no to that face?”

Marcus laughed as well. “Only the devil himself, Primo.” He shook his head, still smiling. “Alright Poquito - but you need to make one for yourself as well, hmm. Something besides you caballero to cuddle.”

Hank smiled and nudged her. “Go on Princessa.”

Megan chose a unicorn for Tessa, but struggled choosing one for herself. As Diana and Marcus took the unicorn to the stuffing station line, Megan reached for the most basic bear.

Taza stepped up. “Nuh uh. I know that’s not what you really want, Chica. Which one?”

Megan bit her lip. There were so many to choose from. “I’m not sure…”

Bishop wandered off to let Marcus know they’d be a minute.

Hank noted that Megan’s eyes kept resting on certain stuffed animals. “Which ones are you debating, mi princessa?”

“Well…. The bear with the dark fur and the bunny.” She pointed to the two he’d noted. “I’m not sure which to pick.”

A staff member overheard her and came over with an overly chipper smile. “It’s a hard choice! You know, we have a buy one get one half off deal going on right now on any of our basic plushes. Those both fit that category.”

“But Tío Marcus already has Tessa’s unicorn - that’s the second one…”

THe staff member looked where she was pointing. “Oh! The fantasy pets aren’t part of the basic plushes, so that doesn’t fall under the sale, I’m afraid. But both the bear and bunny do!”

Hank smiled and grabbed them both. “We’ll get both. Thanks for the help.”

Megan started to protest, but Taza wouldn’t let her. “We’re getting both, Chica.” He kissed her forehead as she growled a little. “You wouldn’t deny your papa the experience of buying you a stuffed toy.”

Megan laughed a little and shook her head. “Like I could really stop you, Papa.”

In the end, Marcus bought the unicorn and Taza bought Megan the bear and bunny. She dressed the bear in jeans, a green t-shirt, black boots, and a leather jacket. She put the bunny in a sundress with sneakers - and Hank snuck another leather jacket into the bag along with a little crown.

Taza wouldn’t even let her see the final total. He explained it was a gift to the cashier and she was only too happy to turn the screen where she could see it and have Taza come behind the counter to complete the transaction.

After they were done - Megan looked for the rest of the family only to find them sitting on a bench outside patiently waiting. Bishop immediately presented Megan with a one-shoulder backpack that had a pocket on each side for her new stuffed friends. Megan laughed as he tucked the bunny in carefully so her dress wouldn’t fly up.

“Getting hungry, Poquito?” Marcus asked.

“Hmmm. Sure I guess.” Megan smiled up at him.

He chuckled. “Well how about we hit that book store you wanted and then head to the house for lunch? We can eat and give you girls plenty of time to get ready for tonight.”

“Sure, Padrino,” Megan said. “If you are hungry now, we can skip the book store…”

“Oh no you don’t,” Hank said. “Sneaky thing.” He pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

Bishop looked puzzled at Hank. “What’s she doing?”

“That book store is the only request she’s made all day for herself. NOW she’s trying to give it up since she thinks we’re done,” Taza said.

Diana frowned. “Oh hell no. Now the bookstore is a requirement.” She stood and offered her hand to Marcus. “Let’s go buy a bookstore.”

Marcus laughed and stood. “Yes, mi reina.”

They started towards the bookstore with Megan tugging Hank’s hand nervously and whispering “She’s joking… right?”

Hank just smiled, kissed her hand and then her lips, and said out loud, “Hey Bishop - maybe we should call the prospect. He knows what’s missing on Megan’s bookshelf still.”

Megan growled and narrowed her eyes at Hank. “You wouldn’t…”

Taza chuckled and sent a mass text to all their phones with a list of titles. “Way ahead of you, hermano. I texted him when she first asked to go.”

The men laughed and Megan growled some more.

Diana smiled and fell back to walk with the newest princess. “I know you must think we’re crazy, but do me a favor. Add up the cost of everything you’ve had them buy for someone else today.” She waited a moment as Megan thought.

“There’s been… a lot,” Megan admitted.

“Mmmhmm. And you haven’t asked for a single thing all damn day, sweetheart. You know, I was dirt poor growing up. Marcus and Bishop were too. They worked their ass off so that their children wouldn’t have to go through the same shit that we did. 

I know, you definitely didn’t have it easy either, but these men - they love you. Bishop - he’s had a really difficult life. I haven’t seen him this happy in years. Taza too. Taza lived for the club alone. Then you found him and all of a sudden life was worth more than a case of beer to him again. For all of them - this is the most sober they’ve been in years.” She stopped and made Megan look up into her eyes. “Your family loves you. More than you could ever know. You know they’ll kill for you. The question is - can you let yourself live for them?”

Megan sniffed and wiped at her face with her good hand. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

Diana kissed her forehead gently. “I know.”

Megan thought for a moment and then nodded her head. “I can do that, I think.”

Diana smiled. “Good girl. Now come on before Hank comes to your rescue and scolds me for making his princessa cry.”

Megan giggled and nodded, leaning into the arm Diana slipped around her shoulders as they went to catch up with the men who were standing by the entrance to the bookstore giving them space.

When they got there, Megan immediately went to her papa for a quick cuddle before going to each of her padrinos for the same as Diana looked on with a smile. After Bishop’s cuddle, Megan went to Hank and practically buried herself in his chest.

Hank wrapped himself around her carefully. “You okay, mi amore?” he asked quietly.

Megan nodded. “Yeah. Tía Diana just put some things into perspective for me. That’s all.” She snuggled under his kutte to be close.

“And that made you cry?” he asked carefully, stroking down her spine soothingly.

“Not a bad cry, Hank. Promise.”

Hank nodded and let her settle. She couldn’t seem to get close enough so he indicated to Taza that he was taking Megan over to sit on a bench that was semi-secluded. Once there, he pulled her into his lap and she burrowed close. “You’re okay though?” Hank asked her carefully. “You still have some time before your next dose of medicine, but if you’re hurting we can move it up a bit.”

“I’m okay. Just emotional. Tía Diana pointed out some things and I’m adjusting my thinking processes.” She unconsciously copied Hank’s breathing pattern to calm her emotions.

Hank noticed and made his breathing a bit more pronounced. “Alright. We’ll get some time for you to decompress at El Padrinos, okay? And we’ll head there right after this store.”

Megan nodded. “Okay.”

“Good girl. Do you realize you were over thirty yards away from both your papa and me without you tío even for support?”

Megan froze and replayed the conversation with her aunt in her head only to realize that Hank was right. She’d done it all on her own without realizing it. “I was, wasn’t I?”

Hank kissed her head with a smile.

Megan finally relaxed against him. She looked up at him with a grin. “I’m getting better.”

“Yes - you are. And I’m proud of everything you’re doing.” He kissed her softly. “C’mon, mi princessa, let’s go get some books.”

They headed over to the others to find Marcus and Diana missing. Before Megan could ask, Bishop smiled. “Your tía needed some things from the make-up store down the way so Marcus took her to get them. They’ll meet us inside when they’re done.”

Megan smiled. “Okay.”

Taza opened the bookshop door. “C’mon, Chica, let’s find your books.”

Hank grabbed a basket as they went inside. “Lead the way, Princessa. We’ll let your papa and tío work on the prospect’s like. You just find things you want.”

Megan perused the shelves looking for the book she’d came in to buy. Any time she stopped to read the jacket cover of a book. Hank would pause with her. If it seemed interesting, she’d show him. He’d just smile and put it in the basket. She tried very hard not to stop herself from looking. Hank could see the hesitancy in the first few books she picked up. She’d bite her lip and her hand would shake as she lifted the book to look it over. She shrugged and put it back saying “I don’t need it.”

“This isn’t about need, Princessa. It’s about want. Is it something you’d want to read if someone loaned it to you?” She nodded and it went into the basket.

They met everyone else up by the registers when Megan noticed that they were all done. She’d found her book - in hard back at Hank’s urging - along with nearly half a basket of other books. Both Bishop and Taza had large bags of books from the list. Diana had gone the opposite way. She’d gone to the accessories side of the store buying things like bookmarks and book themes art pieces.

After checking out, they headed to the car. It was time to get ready to meet the Reaper.

After a relaxed lunch and a nap for Megan, Diana called Megan into the master bedroom. Hank smiled and settled himself in the armchair closest to the doorway when Megan looked nervous. She took a deep breath - and then went.

DIana smiled gently at her. “Good girl. I know Hank has been helping you dress usually, but I thought tonight I’d offer.”

Megan smiled. “I do like his reaction when I shock him…”

Diana laughed. “It’s fun to do. I still like shocking your tío occasionally.” She winked. “Besides - tonight’s your first party. Men don’t understand sometimes.”

“Neither do I Tía!” Megan snorted. “I never wore a dress until last week”!

“That’s alright, sweetheart. That’s what a tía is for.” She texted Taza who brought Megan’s duffle bag in for her. 

He smiled and rested a hand on Megan’s shoulder for a second. “Do you want me to braid your hair up for you tonight, Chica?”

Megan relaxed a little. “Please, Papa?”

“Of course.” He looked at Diana. “Can we use your dressing table?”

“Go for it,” she gestured. “I’ll look at outfits for her.”

“No heels.” Taza reminded her.

“Shit. RIght. No shoe swap yet - no heels in public. Got it.” She dug through Megan’s bag to hand him the jewelry case and Megan’s hair brush. “That’s fine. She’s got legs for days anyways despite her height.”

“And Tía?” Megan said.

“Hmm?” Diana acknowledged as she laid the dresses Megan packed out along with the purchases from earlier in the day.

“Nothing Hank won’t like me wearing in public -”

Taza froze as he was unbraiding her hair. “What?” he asked.

Megan met his eyes in the mirror. “There will be other patches there, Papa. I don’t want to embarrass him -”

Taza closed his mouth with a snap and his jaw flexed as he ground his teeth a bit. “Do I need to talk to Hank, Chica? Where is this coming from?”

Megan looked puzzled. “What do you mean, Papa?”

“Has Hank said something about how you dress?” Diana asked gently.

Megan shook her head. “No. Of course not. I just know I shouldn’t show off anything in public…”

Diana snorted. “This is from the asshole ex-, isn’t it?”

“But Jimmy said…”

Taza growled. “I don’t give a shit what that… thing… told you, Chica.” He gently turned her head so she’d look at him. “You are gorgeous and no one - not Hank, not me, no one- can tell you what to wear or how you should look, Megan.”

She swallowed hard. “But Papa…”

“No.” He said shortly. “No one. Do you hear me? The only person who decides how you dress is you.” He took a page from Hank’s book and tilted her chin until she met his eyes with her matching ones. “If anyone has a problem with that, you send them to me, you understand?”

Megan nodded and swallowed her tears. “Yes, Papa.”

He kissed her forehead gently. “Good girl.”

He let her turn back around and braided her hair into a crown for her. “There, sweet Chica. Do you want your combs in?”

“Hold on, Taza.” Diana said with a smile. “I also found these today.” She placed some hair combs decorated with roses and marigolds on the table. “I thought the silk flowers would be pretty against her dark hair.”

“Thank you, Tía. They’re beautiful.” Megan smiled. “Can I have the flowers tonight, please Papa?”

“Of course.” He gently slid the large combs in towards the back of her braided crown. “Beautiful.” He kissed her hair. “Now, I’ll leave you girls to get ready.” He smiled and slipped out the door.

Hank wasn’t in the arm of the chair anymore. He was in the bedroom he and Megan were staying in. He’d changed to his dark button down and jeans - styling his hair carefully. Taza tapped the doorframe. “Yeah?”

Taza propped himself up in the doorway and waited until Hank looked at him. “Has Megan said anything to you about the way she dresses?” he asked.

Hank sat down to pull his boots on. “Not really. Every once in a while she asked if she looks okay, but that’s it. Why?”

Taza crossed his arms. “She just told Diana not to choose anything you wouldn’t want her to ear in public…”

Hank’s head snapped up. “She what?”

“Said that she knew she shouldn’t show off because it’d embarrass you…”

Hank’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck? She could be wearing a fucking sack and all I’d be worried about was if she was cold!” He stood as if to go to her.  “What the fuck gave her that idea?”

Taza stalled him with a raised hand. “Her past. She said something about Jimmy, but I didn’t get the full story.” He sighed.

“Fucking hell…” Hank thought back to packing with her. “She’s been doing it and I didn’t even notice.” He sat back down on the bed and scrubbed at his face with his hands. “When she was packing - she put the green dress back. Asking me to choose which jeans she brought… Damn it. I didn’t even notice. She offered to put her sweatshirt back on last night before we went into the clubhouse too.”

Taza nodded. “I told her in no uncertain terms that she should dress how she likes and no one can tell different.” He uncrossed his arms and put his hands in his pockets. “Just wanted to check we were on the same page.”

Hank sighed. “That we definitely are. Fuck. Okay. I’ll pay more attention when she pulls that shit. See if we can’t help where that fucker brainwashed her.”

Taza nodded and patted the door. “Hopefully that’ll help.”

The men were done dressing long before Diana and Megan. Hank resumed his seat near the door to the bedroom. He could hear Megan giggling and the murmur of voices but not what they were saying.

He checked his watch and smiled. It was almost time for Megan’s next dose of ibuprofen, but he didn’t want to interrupt her fun with her Tía.

Taza brought him a bottle of water with a smile. “Sounds like she’s having fun in there.”

Hank smiled. “Yeah. I don’t want to interrupt, but she is gonna need to take a dose of medicine soon.”

“They won’t be much longer, Tranq.” Marcuse chuckled. “Mi reina is a lot of things, but she can’t stand to be late. Give them another ten minutes and they’ll be out here asking what’s taking us so long.”

They laughed quietly and talked about what they expected tonight.

“When will you do it?” Taza asked quietly.

“Once we get there, but before we go inside - like with the earrings,” Hank said smiling as he remembered giving her the pearls that she still hadn’t removed from her ear lobes.

The other men chuckled. “Who’s have thought - Tranq is a romantic.” Bishop teased.

That just got another shrug from Hank. “Only for her, Pres. Only for her.”

A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and DIana peeked out. “Megan says she needs her pain meds…”

Hank handed them to her through the crack in the door. “Yes ma’am. Here they are.”

She took them with a smile. “We’ll be out in just a minute, but I didn’t want her to get too behind.”

“Thank you.”

It wasn’t much longer before the door opened and Diana came out. “Alright boys. We’re ready.” She had on leather pants, red heels and a white shirt with a deep v neck. She stood and accepted the compliments from Marcus with a smile.

Hank heard a giggle from behind her and he shifted to try to see Megan.

Diana moved out of the way and gestured for Megan to join them.

Megan laughed and followed DIana out into the living room.

Hank’s jaw dropped. Taza had braided her hair into a crown and someone had put silk flowers in her hair like La Calavera Catrina. She was wearing a short black dress that showed off her figure to absolute perfection and made her legs look miles long. She had on thigh highs that were small fishnets that had to be Diana’s with her combat boots on. Diana had lined Megan’s eyes with something that made them look huge and dusted glitter or something that made her skin absolutely glow. The neckline of the dress dipped just low enough to show a little of her black lace bra and - it had to be new because Hank didn’t remember packing it - it made her curves even more pronounced. The elbow length sleeves were made of fine mesh as well.

“Well aren’t you pretty as a picture, Poquito,” Bishop said.

“Oh - you haven’t seen the best part-” Diana said. “Give us a spin sweetheart.”

Megan rolled her eyes with a smile, but gave a slow spin revealing her back. All of it. Right down to her waist. The sling strap bisected it but her tattoo and every bit of skin from her hairline to her lower back was on display.

Hank’s mouth went dry. “Dios mio eres hermosa…” he said quietly.

Megan turned back around. “Too much?” she asked with a shy smile.

“Mi amore - you look beautiful.” Hank stepped up with a smile. “You always do, but I can’t breathe.” He took her hand and kissed each knuckle gently.

She smiled and relaxed a little revealing her necklaces - the one that matched Taza’a and her silver princessa crown resting in her cleavage. 

Taza smiled and brought her a large box that was wrapped beautifully with green ribbon. “You look gorgeous, Chica. I have something to perfectly top this off.”

Megan smiled and untied the bow to remove the lid revealing the painted leather jacket he’d bought at the mall. “Oh Papa! It’s beautiful!”

“Perfect for you, sweet girl.” He took it from the box and draped it over her shoulders with a smile. “Second star to the right…”

Hank smiled softly. “La Princessa de los Mayas. Can’t wait to show you off tonight.”

“Let’s load up so you can then,” Bishop said with a smile.

Just about a half hour drive later, the gate rolled open to the Teller-Marrow Automotive and the rebuilt Sons of Anarchy Redwood Original clubhouse. 

Taza, Bishop, Coco and Marcus backed their bikes into line with the other Mayans. Marcus offered Diana his hand to help her off his bike.

“Should we wait for Hank and Megan to go inside?” she asked.

Marcus chuckled. “Let’s get a drink and wait for them by the door. Hank’s got to give Megan a… pep talk… first.”

Hank parked the car with a smile and looked at Megan. “Are you alright, mi amore?”

Megan nodded nervously. “Mmmhmm. Sure.”

He chuckled and reached across the console to turn her face towards him. “Look at me. You’re going to be perfect.”

“How do you know?” she asked.

“Because.” He reached into his kutte and pulled out the ring box he’d stashed there earlier. “You’re always perfect, mi princessa. And I promise to always remind you of that as my Ol’ Lady. Will you be mi reina?” He opened the box to reveal the golden crown ring he’d chosen earlier in the day. A simple gold crown with a dark green stone set in it.

Megan’s jaw dropped. “Oh Hank! Really?”

He smiled. “Really Princessa. It’s just a promise ring, but -”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Megan threw herself across the car and into his lap causing him to laugh and press kisses to her face.

“What’s this mean?” Megan asked once she’d settled down enough for him to slip the ring on her left ring finger.

Hank smiled and kissed her hand again. “It’s just a physical reminder of what we already know. I’m yours. The Arthur to your Guinevere. And it’s a promise…” he paused to kiss her softly “that I’m all in. And that once we’re ready - I’ll replace it with an engagement ring.”

She smiled at him softly and snuggled close pressing kisses to his neck as he held her. “And it’s your marker, huh? So when we walk in there it’s obvious who I belong to.”

His chuckled vibrated through his chest. “That too - but once we get inside, I have a way to make it even more obvious.”

Megan smiled against his skin as he lifted his chin to give her more room to explore. “Mmm. What’s that?”

“Happy is waiting inside with his gear. He’s gonna mark me with your crown too.”

Megan sat up to give him a brilliant smile. “Really?”

“Really.” Hank said with a smile as he lifted his hips to get his hand into his pocket, shifting them both. He pulled out a small piece of paper from one of his sketchbooks to show her the design of her new ring. Then he flipped his right wrist to show her the bare skin over his pulse point. “Going right there, Princessa. For everyone to see.” He chuckled when Megan threw herself into him with more kisses.

When she finally settled down enough, they got out of the car to head toward the door. Just inside, waited their family talking to a man Megan didn’t know.

As soon as they were through the door, Taza turned to greet them with a smile. “Well?”

Megan smiled and raised her left hand for her Papa to see the ring.

He laughed and opened his arms for a hug, before examining the ring closer. “Beautiful choice, hermano,” he said, patting Hank’s shoulder. 

There were hugs all around and Diana demanded to see the ring before also praising Hank’s choice of golden crown. Once everyone settled a bit, Marcus introduced Megan to the man she didn’t know. “Poquito - this is Tig Trager, VP of Samcro and a good friend of mine. Trager, meet my goddaughter, Megan.”

The man with brilliant blue eyes and crazy curls grinned and gently shook Megan’s left hand. “Finally! Good to meet you Little Bit. Your Tío has talked about you endlessly. And I see congratulations are in order.”

Megan turned on her Southern Company smile. “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Trager. Good to put a face to the name.”

Tig offered Hank a handshake and a man hug. “Had to lock her down early, huh Tranq?”

Hank grinned. “Had to do something to prove she was off limits to your pasty ass.”

Tig threw his head back with a laugh. “Truth, but you know Venus - she’d have my balls for breakfast.”

“Don’t I know it. Where is your lady?”

Tig’s smile and eyes softened. “She’s mingling. I’ll tell her you’re here.”

They chatted a moment before Hank asked, “Seen Hap tonight?”

Tig pointed to a table at the back where Happy had a portable tattoo rig set up. “Bet you’re the reason behind that too.”

“You know it.” Hank kissed Megan softly. “I’m going to go see him. You stay with your papa and tíos, alright mi princessa? Won’t take long. I know they need to introduce you around.”

Megan smiled and kissed him back. “I know you hate it, but use tegaderm? So it’s visible?”

He chuckled. “Yes, mi reina.” He winked and released her to stand on her own.

Bishop grinned. “What’s he got planned Poquito?”

Megan laughed a bit. “Just a bit of fair play, Padrino.”

Marcus and Diana were chatting with Tig when Bishop gently interrupted. “Primo, I’m going to take Poquito to meet Chibs. Make the proper introductions. You good with that?”

Marcus grinned lazily with Diana tucked under his arm. “He should be at the bar.”

Bishop nodded and sipped his beer. “Alright. We’ll be back.”

He grinned at Taza. “Let’s go introduce her to the Scot while Tranq’s busy otherwise we won’t get a word in edgewise.”

Taza grinned and nodded indicating for him to lead the way. 

They walked over to the bar where a man with gray hair and faded facial scars sat sipping from a whiskey tumbler. The men greeted each other cheerfully and chatted a moment before the stranger turned his attention to Megan. “And who’s this then? Don’t tell me you’ve gone and settled down, Taza. I see that necklace on her neck.”

Taza chuckled and drew Megan under his arm. “Nah, though she is taken. This is my daughter, Megan. Megan - Chibs Telford.”

Megan turned that hundred watt smile on again. “Nice to meet you.”

“Ah - so this is the little princess Happy pulled from that wrecked truck.” Chibs placed a kiss on the back of Megan’s good hand. “Glad to see you’re alright.” He noted the ring on her finger. “And it looks like Tranq decided to put a claim on ya.”

Bishop chuckled. “Believe me, it’s necessary.”

“Aye. Don’t need to many of my lads in the rind wi’ him. Though I wonder if Quinn could take ‘im.”

Taza grinned. “I’m sure Hank would oblige your curiosity sometime - but I warn you - the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

“And give it a year and I’d wager, Poquito could take more of your men her damn self.” Bishop added with a smile. “She’s a damn natural in the ring.”

“Oh ho! A wee fighting lass. I see why he locked ya down, love.”

Megan smiled. She liked this man. He made her comfortable. She nodded towards the table where Hank was watching the exchange as Happy worked over his wrist with a smile. “I think the feeling’s mutual.”

Chibs turned on his stool to look at the table. “Don’ tell me the lads getting his own mark?”

Megan giggled as Taza smiled.

It was Bishop who answered, “Of course. When a man is lucky enough to be claimed by la princessa de los Mayas he wears her mark with pride.” He grinned. “She may be his Ol’ Lady, but she’s Taza’s daughter AND mine and Marcus’ goddaughter.”

Chibs’ eyebrows raise. “I see why you call her la princessa, brother.”

Happy was doing a last wipe of Hank’s tattoo at the table when Hank caught Megan’s eye and invited her over with a tilt of his head. She smiled and made her excuses before walking across the crowded bar by herself to Hank’s side. Taza watched tensely until she made it to the big man. Then he relaxed.

Chibs indicated the bar stools to invite them to take a seat. “How is the lass? Alvarez hasn’t been forthcoming with information since Hap got back.”

Taza sipped the beer that was placed in front of him. 

“Bruised and cracked ribs, a concussion, broken wrist, and broken collarbone,” Bishop answered.

“She already had PTSD before the bastard took her - now it’s ramped up to eleven.” Taza added.

“I wondered why you brought her along. Didn’t want to say anything in fron’ o’ her but-” Chibs tilted his head and drank from his glass.

“She’s attached at the hip to Hank. Will only accept certain others as an anchor when he’s got to be away from her. Even then she won’t sleep. Today’s the first day she’s been able to stand being out of eyesight of one of us for more than a few minutes.” Taza fiddled with the label on his beer. “She had to come.”

Bishop nodded. “It doesn’t matter though. She’s all in. No secrets from her with the club. If women could patch, she’d already be at the table.”

Chibs raised his eyebrows again and turned to take a second look at the tiny girl. “Really? She doesn’t look -”

Taza smiled, but with a hard edge. “She’s stronger than she looks.”

Meanwhile, Happy was wrapping Hank’s wrist in tegaderm after Megan saw it. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. “Good to see you up and about, Little Girl.”

She smiled. “Thank you - for everything.”

Happy grunted and started putting away his gear as Hank pulled Megan down to perch on his knee.

Suddenly loud voices broke out and someone was shoved onto a table with a bang, causing Megan to flinch hard and bury herself in his chest. The fight was quickly broken up with the men being sent to cool off, but Hank cradled Megan close, hearing the hitch in her breathing that he hated.

“Easy, mi princessa. I’m right here. You’re safe. Easy.” He stroked up and down her back soothingly.

Happy watched quietly with his toothpick in his teeth. After a few minutes, he nodded to himself. “She like dogs?” he grunted out.

Hank continued to soothe her with his hands and answered the tacturn man. “She likes horses. Likes animals in general.”

Happy nodded again and then indicated that he wanted Hank to bring her and follow him out the back door of the clubhouse. Hank did so - forgoing getting her to stand and just picking her up to carry her.

Outback was a makeshift kennel. Inside were two white pitbulls and a dark gray one. The two white dogs greeted Happy cheerfully, but the other was standoffish. Hank recognized the lighter dogs as Tig’s female Angel and Happy’s male Opie.

“Who’s gray?” he asked.

Happy rubbed Opie’s ears. “Hers. Found him last week when I got back. Needs a home.”

Hank put Megan’s feet on the ground just inside the kennel doors. Angel and Opie started toward her, but Happy held their collars.

The darker dog cautiously came forward to sniff Megan’s boots. His sniffing made her snap back to reality with a little ‘oh’. She offered the dog her hand to sniff and when he did, she gently rubbed his ears. Soon she was sitting with a lap full of dog giving him affection.

“What’s his name?” she asked quietly as the big dog licked her chin.

Happy shrugged. “Dog. Needs a name. Needs a home.”

Megan smiled softly.

Hank moved to lean against the fence near Happy. “Is he trained?”

Hap nodded. “House broke. Basic commands. Doesn’t like when things get rough. Bit the shit out of the prospect when he tries to come in my house without me.”

“Protective?” Hank asked.

“Very.” Was the answer. “Likes her.” A smirk crossed the bald man’s face. “A birthday gift.”

Hank chuckled. “And one she won’t fight.” 

Megan was too busy telling the dog what a good boy he was to hear their conversation.

“Princessa?” Hank called to get her attention. Megan looked up at him with a small, but real smile.

“Name him. Happy says he’s yours.”

Megan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Happy nodded.

She was too busy hugging the big dog whose tongue was lolling out in a doggy grin to pounce either man but she thanked Happy profusely.

Happy brought her a black harness and leash. “You can take him in. Keep him with you. Might help his nerves.”

Megan smiled again a little tearily, but put the harness and lead on him. “Rex,” she said quietly. “His name is Rex.”

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[dallianceangel]

𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 💀

summary: in which happy pays you a late-night visit to your dorm room.

pairing: happy lowman x fem!reader

word count: 331.

warnings: swearing.

author's note: i found this prompt on google and decided to run with it, attempting to write without taking too many breaks. here's the result, i hope you enjoy x

💨 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 💨

After attending yet another rowdy club party, you call it a night at around 11PM.

Settling yourself underneath the covers in your dorm room, you close your eyes and immediately relax. It's not until you hear the door open and close and footsteps coming closer towards you that you open your eyes, finding your secret boyfriend standing next to the bed.

“Have you got a death wish?” you ask Happy, knowing full well what would happen if your Dad, Clay, was to find out that a fellow Son is in a relationship with his long-lost daughter.

He whispers back. “Maybe.”

You know he's not a man of many words, but you have come to understand him in ways that others don't, seeing a side to him that he's never shown to anybody else. Happy doesn't need to say a thing for you to know what he wants, you can just sense it.

“Five minutes, that's all you're getting.”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

Settling himself in his favourite place—your arms—you can't help but smile. You never thought Happy would prefer to be the little spoon, but he surprisingly does. Pressing a loving kiss to the top of his head, Happy breathes a sigh of contentment in response. If life had a pause button that could make this moment last for as long as possible, Happy would press it.

“I fucking love you, Happy Lowman.”

“I fuckin' love you, baby girl.”

Losing track of time is what the pair of you do best. Five minutes pass, and you're still spooning. Every single second that he's here is a risk, but neither of you have the courage to part ways for the night. It seems that nothing can tear you both away from each other, until something does.

“Did you just fart, Hap?”

He whispers back. “Yes.”

“It's okay, release your demons.”

You soon come to regret what you've just said, as he lets rip and ultimately leaves your room stinking to high heaven.

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[marvelous-slut]

Bad Girlfriend - Happy Lowman x reader

Y’all. I’m back. I’m rewatching sons and I can’t contain myself. I LOVE THIS MAN. And I love ALL OF YOU. Life’s been busy, haven’t wrote in months but I come back to see the love y’all have given me even tho I’ve been MIA? Y’all are AWESOME. Thank you guys from the bottom of my heart. Hopefully these can be a regular thing.

Trigger Warnings - minors DNI. Go far away. Smut. Angry sex. Cheating. Wrote this on my iPhone notes and didn’t proof read it the best, sue me.

“Hales a lucky bastard. I mean look, how’s a woman with such a nice rack with a guy like him? Total dork. Must be for some kind of show. Has to be.” Tig says as he thinks Happy heard all his words. Happy stopped listening after the first sentence. He turns to Tig, confusion plastered all over his face.

“What?”

“You know, it’s just weird seeing a hot chick with a nerd.”

“No, the first part.” Happy says, getting annoyed with Tig.

“Oh! Hale, yeah? That’s Hales old lady, Unsers niece, well more like a daughter he raised her, and you’re not listening.” He finishes as Happy stands up to go confront you. He wasn’t one to let emotions get the best of him, but when a taken woman was basically throwing herself onto him every time she saw him, he needed to know what was going on. Teach her a lesson.

You say with Jax, Clay and Unser. You’d went with Unser to make sure he was okay, the man practically raised you. It was hard watching cancer rip him away. There was more to it, you enjoyed being around the club. It gave you a thrill, watching these men and their old ladies, watching how they destroyed anything that dared step in the way of them and their women, them and their brother hood.

Truth is, it was easier being with David. It made things smooth, he was a nice guy, Unser cared for him. There was just something that didn’t do it for you with him, you couldn’t tell if it was the vanilla sex, or the rumors you’d kept hearing about him eating some ATF woman’s pussy on the clock. Either way, running from chaos never worked for you, and that was evident with the familiar face of Happy Lowman come to you and grabbed your arm away from the group as they were conversing among themselves. Happy had become someone in the MC you enjoyed, you liked the way he carried himself. How people were afraid to even look at him the wrong way. The way his gun hung off his hip. He was everything that your boyfriend was not and it drove you insane. He drug you to his room despite your protest, he gets you inside and shuts the door locking it behind him.

“What is this about?” You ask, confused as to why you’d been drug away.

“What are you doing? Trying to get intel out of me.” He backs you against the wall, his face inches away from yours. “Come in here flaunting your shit all over me, whole time you have an old man at home? A cop none the less.”

“It’s not like that.” You begin, Happy chuckles and pushes into you further. The two of your bodies no longer having any room in between.

“Tell me what it’s like then? Cop not get the job done for you?” You feel your skin crawling, in the best way possible. Also, a little fear crept in. As much as you liked Happy and seeing him, you knew he was dangerous.

“He doesn’t.” You let out softly, he grabs your face and places his lips onto yours harshly. Almost as if he’d needed this like you did. He pulls you back from the wall and lays you down on his bed instead.

Happy knew he had you right where he wanted you, and right where you wanted him. He spreads your legs as far as they will go, he’s on his knees in-between them. His hands go to your thighs, under you dress. He finds your entrance covered by a wet laced fabric. He runs his fingers up and down the sorry excuse of fabric that covered your wet folds. You moan softly, he pushes them to the side and shoves a finger into you with no warning. You arch your back, hoping he’d get the hint to add another finger. His finger is covered with your wetness.

“Happy.” You moan out, leaning your head up to make eye contact with him. He’s still in his kutte which makes your pussy pulse even more for him.

“Beg.” He lets out, moving his finger slowly in and out of you. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to give me more, fuck me with your fingers.” You keep eye contact with him, he still hasn’t moved any faster or added any digits. You sigh, throwing your head back. “Finger fuck me, please Happy. Please, I’m begging you.” He is a bit more satisfied with this response as he adds another finger, pushes himself over top of you, keeping his fingers inside you. He’s hovering over you now, a hand in your hair tugging it lightly. You moan, closing your eyes. The pleasure from his fingers was enough and he knew that, he pushed you to your limit and then he stops.

“I don’t think cheating whores deserve to cum.” He says, licking his fingers as he keeps eye contact with you. You’re desperate now, you grab him by his Kutte, slamming your lips onto his like a greedy bitch. You move your hands down to his belt, undoing it as you pull away to kiss his neck.

“Maybe I don’t, but you do.” You whisper to him, he feels the heat from your mouth on his ear. He pushes you back onto the bed, ripping your dress over your head, leaving you exposed to the cold air. He rips his shirt off, then his jeans and boxers all in one motion. He slams his cock into you with no warning, you let out a moan as he begins pumping himself in and out of you. You feel like you’re being fucked into his mattress. You gasp loudly as he begins rubbing your clit, you felt fuzzy in the brain. You couldn’t believe you were doing this to yourself, to Happy, to David? You reach a hand up to cover your mouth as the pleasure of him drilling inside of you is becoming harder to contain. He rips your hands away, pinning them above your head as he continues ramming into you.

“No. You don’t get to be quiet. I want everyone to know what’s happening. I want them to know I’m fucking Hales old lady. Making you take me, what do you think he’d think? A dirty biker fucking his innocent girlfriend?” He asks, his face is driving you crazy, he has his eyes shut head tilted to the ceiling enjoying this moment too much.

“Oh my god Happy.” You scream out loud enough anyone around could hear. “Fuck. Fuck.” You moan out, your arms still pinned above your head. He bends down, licking the side of your neck, biting it softly yet rough enough it would leave a mark. “Oh god Happy. I can’t ever get off with him. Please let me cum. Please.” You plead with him, sadly what you told Happy wasn’t a lie at all. Most times it was a 7 minute fuck and a fake orgasm to get David off of you.

“Not surprising. You need a real man to do that.” He finally lets go of your hands, moving one of his to your throat grasping it gently. He moves the other back to your clit, giving you chills all over your body. “Good thing you’ve got me inside of you right now. Good thing you can obey like a good girl too.” With the final words, you feel your eyes roll back in your head. You arch your back, bracing yourself for the first orgasm you’d had with a man and not a toy or your own fingers in years.

“God damn it.” You scream out, feeling yourself release around him. You feel your face flush, he notices and it’s enough to send him over as well. “Fuck.” He mutters, releasing himself into you. You lay there on his bed, feeling light headed from the mind blowing orgasm you just received. Happy stands up, cleaning himself up. He throws your clothes onto the bed.

“May want to clean up before you go back to your old man.” With that, he throws on a shirt and leaves the room. You lay back on the bed looking at the ceiling, realizing what has been done can’t be undone.

The chaos you tried to avoid would ensue before you knew it.

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[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Happy struggles with his little girl growing up. Featuring OC Cori Lowman.

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Happy sighed heavily as he slumped in the chair next to his daughter. "You good dad?" chuckled Cori as she glanced over at him as the tattoo artist applied the stencil to her arm.

"Don't like you being hurt" he mumbled as he looked away rolling the ever present toothpick around in his mouth to try and distract himself.

"It's a tattoo dad. Besides its not my first one." replied Cori with a shake of her head and a roll of her eyes. "Be honest. You always told me we don't get anywhere lying to each other."

Happy grunted as he nodded. He sometimes hated how well he had raised her. "I just want you to always be that bright eyed, blonde haired little girl who wanted to play tea party, paint my nails badly and let me read to you at night. Want you to be my little girl forever". Happy willed himself to look at the ceiling light as he felt pent up emotions wash over him.

"Guess I never thought a day would come when you didn't need your superhero dad anymore" he added after a moment trying to lighten the mood. "Or you would be not only getting one of my brothers crows but also marrying one of them"

Cori's heart ached as she watched her dad fight his emotions. The needle in her arm barely felt as she stretched her arm out to pat his knee. "Look at me" she stated gently. Once he was looking at her she spoke again. "I will always be your little girl and you will always be my superhero. Nothing changes this weekend besides my last name."

Happy thought over her words and wiped quickly at his eyes as a tear or two tried to escape. "You are right" he conceded as he squeezed her hand.

"Always am" replied Cori with a wink making him roll his eyes. "Also we get back to the clubhouse I can def paint your nails and shit. Get you all dolled up for a night out".

"I'll let Juicy boy take that nonsense over. Every hero needs a good sidekick" replied Happy with a laugh making Cori grin.

Three Days Later

I hope you know how lucky you are kid" murmured Happy as he pulled Juice in for a hug after handing Cori off at the altar.

"I promise I am" replied Juice as he glanced back over at Cori with a soft smile and tears shining in his eyes.

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"So how was the vacation?"

Request: reader is Happy’s adult daughter and what their relationship is like

Pairing: Dad!Happy Lowman x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: None really, a quick reference to a one night stand

Word count: 749

You huffed as you placed the heavy box on top of the bar counter, Happy looking over at the noise. You rolled your shoulders, the box clearly a bit too much for you, Happy throwing a glare over at the new prospect who was simply walking quietly behind you. Seeing the look from your father, he held his hands up in defense.

"I offered to carry it like six times. She kept saying no. Wouldn't let me grab it from her."

Happy accepted that response, knowing that you were exactly the type. He couldn't be mad; he'd raised you that way.

Strong. Independent. Self-reliant.

He'd raised you to be able to take care of yourself because he wanted you to be self-sufficient. Not having to deal with some man's shit because you felt that you needed to. He wanted you strong and capable, but like himself, sometimes you took that too far and had to have your arm twisted to accept help. He chuckled and shook his head, giving you his attention. "What's in the box?" You huffed and reached in, pulling out a large bottle of Pine-Sol and a scrubber brush. "I'm going to clean. It's a fucking pig sty in this place." Chibs laughed from his side of the bar and stood up, dropping a kiss to the side of your head as he passed by. "Good to have you back, lass." Your vacation had been relatively short, just nine days away with your best friend to try and explore a new place and do some self-care. Things with the club had tense, to say the least, and Happy had recommended you getting away. You were hard-headed and stubborn just like him and it took a good deal of convincing before you relented. You half felt that it was because he wanted you to relax, helping Lyla at Diosa and Gemma with the garage starting to make you feel overworked. But the other half of you felt like he only wanted you away so that you weren't present for a specific event or decision. You knew enough to know that your Dad was sneaky when it came to that. Especially if it was something that was going to be dangerous. You were protective. Worrisome at times. He was your only parent. Of course, you worried for him. Your vacation was done now and before you sat down with him to find out what you missed, you had to clean. Really clean. Not clean like the prospects who apparently thought that simply meant passing along a wet rag. Happy stood and walked alongside you as you wiped and scrubbed and sanitized the bar top. "So how was the vacation?" You grinned, thinking back to the massage and facial you had gotten. "It was amazing. So relaxing. They use this steam thing that opens up your pores and then they cleanse and massage and layer like ten products over and over. Walked out of there looking like a glazed donut." You turned your head side to side to show the glow on your skin, Happy shaking his head with a smile, his heart warm to know you had relaxed and been pampered. It was a stark contrast to what you would have been doing had you been in Charming still. He kept asking questions, relishing in hearing and seeing you beam and talk about the new places you had seen and enjoyed. Then a specific sentence had him back into dad mode immediately. "He bought me a drink; he was nice. Polite. He was on vacation too." Chibs snorted as he looked over and saw Happy's face, knowing the exact feeling. The sound drew your attention away from the stain you were scrubbing and back to their faces, your eyes rolling quickly. "Oh chill. We drank for an hour, cracked some jokes, and then we left. Separately just like we came. I didn't sleep with him, you can relax." Happy huffed, glad to hear it, yet not even liking to be faced with the possibility. He countered, despite the vacation being his idea. "This is why I don't like you going out alone." Your hands being thrown up into the air in exasperation paired with the look of disbelief on your face had Chibs doubling over, a small spurt of whiskey shooting out of his mouth and onto your freshly cleaned bar top. The Scotsman quickly wiped it away with a laugh before you noticed, happy to hear the familiar sound of playful father-daughter bickering once again.

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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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[allielu105]

Happy or Not- 3

Happy's phone rang in the pocket of his cut. Pulling it out, he didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" He gruffed

"Hi, is this Mister Lowman?"

A woman's voice answered

"Yeah"

"I'm Mrs. Mimbs at Charming High School, and your daughter was involved in an altercation. She needs to be picked up."

His jaw clenched as he thought of Ramira in a fight.

"Yeah, I'll be right over."

Arriving at the school, he walked in seeing his daughter sitting in the office.

He expected her to be bruised and bloody, but the only indication she got in a fight were her bruised knuckles.

"Rem? You ok?"

"I'm fine"

She smirked

"Can't say as much for Charming's Golden Boy."

He looked over seeing the Mayor's kid, the Quarterback of the football team, holding an ice pack to his face.

"Was talking shit about the Sons…couldn't let it fly."

He smiled, before repressing it to act like he was shocked that his daughter would lash out.

Ramira followed Happy outside, taking the helmet he held out to her.

"I think this calls for ice cream."

Happy said with a smirk as Remira situated herself behind him on the bike.

"Let's get outta here Lowman."

She smiled, holding on to the man as he drove away from the school.

(A/N: I think I'm going to make this a series of one shots between Happy and Ramira. If you would be interested in a more detailed storyline let me know, cause I'm on the fence about it. Thanks 😉)

#chibs telford #clay morrow #fanfiction #jax teller #juice ortiz #samcro #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #happy lowman #david labrava #tig trager

[garbinge]

Scarlett Lowman

“Apple doesn’t fall from the tree.” 

#Happy Lowman #Happy Lowman's Daughter #SOA #SOA fanfic #SOA fanfiction #SOA OC #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy oc #Happy Lowman x OC #Happy Lowman x Daughter OC

[remuslupinsdaughter]

Harley Lowman

Chapter 1

Warnings: some angst throughout,normal sons of anarchy stuff, plenty of fluff for balance <3

"Harley! Come on sweetheart I told your dad I'd drop you at school" Gemma called through the clubhouse, Harley came running down the hall and stopped in front of Gemma, "come on say goodbye to your dad before we go" she said and Harley ran outside to the shop and looked for her dad before running over to him, Happy smiled and picked her up, "Gemma said to say bye before I go to school" she said. Happy nodded "have a good day at school, be good" he said and kissed her cheek and put her down, "love you daddy" Harley said looking up at him, "love you too" he said raising his voice slightly as he watched Harley run to Gemma and get in her car.

Happy was out on business with the club when his phone started to ring, Clay nodded to him and he walked away from the meet to answer it, "hello?" "Hi is Harley Lowmans father?" A woman on the other side of the phone said, "who's asking?" Happy replied, "it's the receptionist at your daughters school, Harley is gonna have to be sent home she got into an altercation with another student" the woman continued. Happy sighed "ok I'll call up someone to come collect her, thanks" he replied and ended then call then called Gemma "hey can you go pick up Harley, she got into a fight with another student" he said, Gemma said she'd go and Happy thanked her then hung up and walked back over to the meet. "All good killer?" Clay asked, Happy rolled his eyes "Harley got in a fight at school, Gemma's gone to pick her up" he replied and Clay laughed, "she's definitely yours brother" he said and Happy rolled his eyes again and got on his bike.

The guys arrived back at the clubhouse, Happy parked up his bike and stormed into the clubhouse, Harley was sat on one of the chairs, "what happened?" He asked as he stood in front of her, she folded her arms and turned away from him. Happy looked over at Gemma who nodded him over to her, he walked over, "the teacher said it was an unprovoked attack but something definitely happened” she said using finger quotes and an exaggerated tone,“she's got fire behind those eyes Happy"  Gemma said to him, he nodded. Happy walked back over to Harley and crouched in front of her, "I'm not mad I just wanna know what happened" he said, Harley turned to look at him "he was saying mean things" she said, tears welling up in her eyes, "what kinda mean things?" He asked and Harley sniffled, "about you guys he said you were evil" she replied as tears fell down her face, "ok, it's ok" Happy said and wiped her tears with his thumb.

Happy walked out the clubhouse to the shop, holding Harley, "MINI KILLER" Chibs yelled with a huge grin, Harley smiled and held out her arms "ahhh come to your uncle Chibby" he said and Happy passed her over to Chibs. Harley played with Chibs' necklace as he walked round the shop holding her whilst the guys worked on cars, she laid her head on his shoulder, Clay walked over and leaned down to look at Harley "rough day kiddo?" He asked and Harley nodded, Clay ruffled her hair gently and walked over to Gemma. "You good with her?" Happy called to Chibs from under a car, "you kiddin? I'm loving mini Killer cuddles" Chibs replied and put his hand on Harleys back.

Harley was still being carried by Chibs and was now drifting in and out of sleep, Clay called them into church so Chibs gently Lay Harley on the couch in the clubhouse and walked into church. Gemma put a blanket over Harley and started preparing food with some of the other girls ready for later. Harley slept on the couch until the guys came out of church, she opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking around for Happy, she couldn't see him and got up to walk around the now pretty busy clubhouse to find him. She pushed through the crowds of people and was stopped by Tara, "hey sweetie What're you doing by yourself?" She asked and Harley looked up "I don't know where my daddy went" she said and kept turning around to try look for him, "ok don't worry let's go find him" Tara said and took hold of Harleys hand. They walked back in to the clubhouse and to the bar, "hey you seen Happy?" Tara asked one of the crow eaters, "he's out front with Jax and the others" she replied, Tara nodded and took Harley back outside.

She spotted the guys sat on the tables outside smoking and drinking, Jax noticed Tara and Harley and nudged Happy who turned around as they approached. "She was looking for you in the clubhouse" Tara said as Harley went straight to Happy, "hey I thought you were sleeping" he said as Harley climbed onto the bench and on to his lap, "I woke up and then I couldn't find you" Harley replied. Happy wrapped his arm around her, "it's late kiddo you need to go to bed" he said looking down at her, "but I'm not tiiiiirrrreeeeddd" she whined and leaned back against him looking up, Jax laughed and Happy tried to hide his smirk, "Harley" he said in a stern tone, Harley hid her face in his shoulder to try get out of trouble. "Hey come on it's late" Happy said putting his hand on her back in case she fell, "but it's Friday" Harley argued, "ok come on" Happy said and picked her up, Harley whined "say goodnight" Happy said and Harley waved, Jax and Tara both smiled and said goodnight as Happy took her inside.

"God I love that kid" Jax said laughing, "she's the only one brave enough to argue with killer" Bobby said laughing. "She looks just like him" Tara said smiling to herself, Jax nodded "yeah, she's got the same look in her eye."

Happy walked into his room that had also been converted into Harleys room as well, he changed her into pyjamas and put her into bed, Harley was struggling to keep her eyes open as Happy pulled the covers over her and kissed her head, "goodnight" he said and turned off the light, leaving a small lamp on before leaving the room and flipping the sign on the door to do not disturb so no crow eaters go in.

He walked back to the guys and sat down this time Chibs, Clay and Gemma were grouped around as well, "she go down ok?" Gemma asked, Happy nodded "yeah she's out like a light" he replied and sat down, lighting a cigarette

[broiderie]

Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 10

See! I'm not that mean! I typed up 10 this evening so you wouldn't have to wait past the cliffhanger for very long. You guys better love me because I worked a 12 hour shift before typing this up.

Warnings: panic attack, guns, talk of human trafficking, cursing, a little steam at the end. All Spanish is from google so don't come for me too hard. I try to keep it at pet names mostly, but Hank doesn't like to cooperate. Be responsible for your own media consumption and don't steal my shit.

Megan couldn’t breathe. She could see everything happening in the room, but couldn’t hear it. She saw her father lose his temper for the first time ever. When Hank moved towards Palo the first time, Coco had drawn his gun. He’d had the patches with Diana and Tessa move them to a safer room, but he knew he couldn’t move Megan. By the time Hank’s gun was against the VM president’s head, Megan was sobbing in panic. She sank to the floor with Rex doing his best to overfill her lap.

Coco looked at her. “Ma. I know you’re scared, alright. I know. Just keep breathing, hold your dog, and stay down. Ain’t nothing gonna hurt you. I got you. I’m gonna put my hand on you, a’right. Just so I know where you are without lookin’. I got you. Promise.”

Megan nodded shakily and fought to breathe.

Coco put his body between Megan and the door with his free hand back and down on her head. He figured seeing Hank wasn’t going to help right then, so he blocked her view of the room. “Jus’ breathe, ma. Ain’t nobody gettin’ through me.” He watched the scene through the doors.

When the shot fired, Megan jumped and let out a breathless scream as she scrambled to see who’d been shot. Coco used his free hand to keep her head down. “Easy now. Ain’t us. We’re whole. Jus’ breathe. You got yer gun?” At her nod, he smiled. “Good girl, ma. Get it in your hand jus’ in case. Stay down. Taza and Hank will come when they can.”

Megan sat on Rex’s leash as she gasped for breath, but managed to draw her 9 mm so she’d be ready for anything.

The doors opened and Taza hurried out them with Hank right behind him. They both nodded and sighed in relief when they saw the situation.

Coco stepped away, but kept his gun out and his eyes scanning. “She’s a’right. Just scared. Didn’ see nothin’.”

Hank scooped her against his chest, handing Rex’s leash to Coco as he sank down with her in his lap. Megan reached for Taza and found him already reaching for her as well. “Wha- Wha- ha-pen?” she gasped out.

“Easy, Chica. Breathe for us. We’ll explain in a minute. First you need to breathe.” Taza held her good hand and pressed it to his chest so she could feel his breath. “There ya go. Good girl. Breathe.”

Hank buried his face in her hair. “You’re alright, mi amore. We’re here. You’re safe.” He rocked her gently. “Breathe with Taza.”

With gentle coaxing they got Megan’s breathing evened out. She hiccuped on sobs still, but the panic was easing surrounded by her father and Hank.

Marcus had hurried off to check on Diana and Tess when he saw that they weren’t with Megan, but came back as soon as he’d seen them and assured them that everyone was okay. He’d sent them home with his men as guards and given instructions to lock them down in the clubhouse.

The Sons and other Mayans started clean up. Chibs and Tig came to join the little family along with Bishop.

Chibs sank a glass of whiskey. “Fucking hell. Sorry about tha’. We didn’ know.” 

Bishop nodded. “We know. We just couldn’t let it go. Too much bad blood without what we found out here today. Now…”

Tig chuckled. “You can say that again.” He looked past Taza to Megan. “You alright there, Little Bit?”

Megan nodded and buried her face in Hank’s collar.

Chibs frowned and looked around. “She’ll need water. Where’s a damn prospect?”

Coco snorted. “They headed for the other side of the building and the fire doors as soon as the hardware came out. Ain’t seen ‘em since.”

Tig growled, but went behind the bar to find Megan water. He came back with two bottles and sat them down next to Taza and Hank.

Hank coaxed Megan to drink a little.

Taza kissed her forehead softly. “Will you be alright if I stand up, Chica? I’m not leaving. Just going to talk to your tíos.”

Megan nodded again. Hank held her close and rubbed her back gently as she began to shiver in reaction. Coco maintained his hold on Rex’s leash, keeping the big dog back despite him straining to reach Megan.

Taza stood with a sigh. “She’ll be alright.”

“You gonna tell her?” Tig asked quietly.

“Later,” Taza assured him. “In the meantime - what do we do about the guns?”

Tig flinched and glanced at Megan indecisively. “Hey-”

Chibs waved him off. “The girl’s alrigh’. Alvarez and Bishop both vouch for her. Say she knows everythin’.” 

Bishop nodded. “No secrets from her. Only reason she wasn’t at the table with us today was protocol.”

Tig threw his hands up in surrender.

Marcus sighed. “We need a port.”

“Aye. And fast,” Chibs agreed. He looked to Marcus. “What about your cartel contacts?”

“We’d lose it completely. Galindo would just use it as an in to cut out the middle man,” Bishop said.

“How long do we have?” Marcus asked.

Chibs sighed and ran a hand through his silver hair. “Last shipment is in two weeks. Port will close - maybe three days after tha’. Got maybe a month, but the Irish will want a plan sooner than tha’.”

The men all nodded.

Taza shook his head. “None of us is thinking clearly right now. We need time, and Megan needs rest.”

Marcus nodded. “He’s right. Poquito has had enough.”

Bishop looked at Coco. “Take the dog out, huh? She’s in no shape to do it. That way we can leave soon.”

“Course.” He started out.

Hank took Megan’s gun from the floor and tucked it into his kutte before he lifted her bridal styled and sat on the couch facing away from the meeting room with her in his lap.

Tig smiled a little at the sight of the pistol. “Tough chick. First, she didn’t run AND she was armed - damn.”

Bishop chuckled and patted Tig’s shoulder. “You have no idea, brother. And she’s STILL armed.”

About 20 minutes later, Happy came out of the meeting room wiping his hands on a black cloth. “How’s the girl?” he asked Tig.

Tig pointed at the couch where Megan remained in Hank’s lap. She was wrapped in the blanket roll from Bishop’s bike with Rex sitting on Hank’s feet on guard. “Recovering.”

Happy nodded before he approached the couch. He squatted to scratch Rex’s ears. “Hey, Little Girl. You good?”

Megan nodded and smiled slightly at the bald biker.

Happy grunted. “Good.” He looked down at Rex again. “Good dog.” He stood up and watched as Hank shifted Megan a moment to get a hand free for a handshake.

“You knew -” Hank said quietly.

Happy nodded. “Just an hour or so. No time to explain.”

Hank nodded back. “Thank you.”

Happy nodded again and gripped Hank’s shoulder. “Take care of the girl.”

“I will,” Hank assured him.

Happy turned and headed back into the meeting room to finish cleaning up.

Packer and his men walked the two remaining VM patches out in zip cuffs. They took them to a van waiting outside and loaded them up.

Megan watched worriedly and chewed her lip.

“Nah lass. Don’ ye worry ‘bout them. We’ll sort them out,” Chibs came over the perch on the coffee table nearby. “Yer safe. We’ll be sure o’ it.” He gently reached out to pat her knee. Then he looked up at Hank. “How long has she got left in the sling?”

“Two weeks, more or less,” Hank said. “Why?”

Chibs nodded. “That’ll be because of the wrist cast, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled down at Megan. “Tell ye wha’ - when that sling comes off, yeh come and see us.” He winked. “We’ll show you a real party then.”

Megan giggled. “When the sling and cast comes off - you should come to Santo Padre with Happy. We’ll see who can party at my quince.”

Chibs chuckled. “A royal invitation. I wouldna miss it, lass. I’ll be there.”

Bishop appeared at the doors. “We’re ready to head back to Oakland whenever she is, Tranq.”

Megan smiled a little. “I’m ready Tío.” She started unwrapping herself.

Chibs stood and then helped her to stand before he placed a whiskery kiss on her cheek. “Ride safe, lass.”

“You too, Chibs.”

Outside, Taza took the time Hank took putting up the top on the car to cuddle his daughter close. Megan rested more or less quietly against his chest with his chin on her hair. “Papa?”

“Yes, Sweet Chica?”

“You are going to tell me what happened, right?” She looked up at him.

Taza nodded and kissed her forehead. “Of course. I’ll tell you when we get back to Oakland.”

“Okay.”

He helped her into the passenger seat of her new car and buckled her in carefully as Hank loaded Rex into the back seat from his side. “Rest now. We’ll talk at your padrino’s.”

Once on the road, Hank covered Megan with his hoodie. “Are you warm enough, Princessa?”

She smiled at him. “I’m okay. Sorry I broke again.” She reached for him and he took her hand to place kisses on her knuckles.

Hank kept her hand close, breathing deeply. “But you didn’t break, mi amore. You were terrified - but you still drew your weapon. You followed Coco’s instructions. You followed chain of command and in a situation like that… that’s all anyone can ask for.” He kissed her palm and then her inner wrist.

“But Tía Diana didn’t -”

“Princessa - your Tía Diana has been the queen of the Mayans since before you were born. And I’m willing to bet she has her own breakdown tonight after Tessa goes to bed.”

They stopped at a red light and he turned to face her in the afternoon haze. “Just because you panic or are scared, doesn’t mean you’re broken. I was terrified in there. Terrified someone would make a wrong move and bullets would start to fly. Terrified you’d be hurt or that you’d be taken again while I was bust with club shit. Being afraid is natural. Acting through that fear is what makes you such a badass.” He leaned over to kiss her softly. “You aren’t broken, mi princessa. No more than any of the rest of us.”

Megan smiled up at him a little and nodded.

“Good girl.” He kissed her again and then sat back to drive.

Megan rested back against the seat and watched him with a deep breath. “Hank?”

“Yes, mi amore?”

“Did I cause that fight? Was it my fault that man died?” she asked quietly.

Hank sighed. “It wasn’t your fault, mi princessa. Palo was itching for a fight. He knew what he was doing. He just thought that he had the upper hand. He didn’t count on our willingness to fight for our family.” He pressed another kiss to the tender skin of her inner wrist.

She nodded quietly. “So, it wasn’t my fault?”

“No. It was not.” He smiled and adjusted her ring for her.

The drive back to Oakland was longer as they his evening traffic. They turned off at the exit that would take them to Marcus’ house and the bikes followed them. Bishop, Taza, and Coco stayed really close.

Marcus and the Oakland Mayans split off to the clubhouse. El Padrino wanted to check on his girls, but also wanted to give them time to fill Megan in without too large of an audience.

They pulled into the drive and Taza came to help Megan out of the passenger seat. Rex followed her faithfully. They met Hank and the others at the garage door, where Bishop unlocked it with a key from his pocket. They settled quickly into the den with Megan on the couch with Hank on her good side and Taza perched on the coffee table in front of her. Bishop sat nearby in the easy chair, but Coco roamed the room. He could never be still when he was anxious.

Megan took a deep breath and met her father’s eyes. “What happened today, Papa? Why were the VM there?”

Taza ran his ringed fingers through his hair with a heavy sigh. “Chibs called the meeting because SoA is ready to hand over the Irish gun trade. We’ve known it was coming for years. That wasn’t the problem.”

Megan leaned forward as Rex lifted his head from the rug to watch her. “Okay. What is?” She reached for her father’s hand to squeeze it. “I’m okay, Papa. You can tell me. I won’t break again.”

He smiled at her. “I know, Sweet Chica. I know.” He squeezed her hand gently back. “The port that SoA uses up here is being shut down. We have about a month to figure out how to get the guns into the country another way. Chibs thought that he had the problem already solved. Vatos Malditos have control of a port in Mexico. They were supposed to store and assemble the weapons there. We would transport to the buyers. That… didn’t go over well.”

Megan looked at all the men. “Why? I know Papa has bad blood with the VM…”

Bishop sat forward. “The VM are known for human trafficking, Poquito. Especially in young women. We won’t work with someone like that. Especially not after…”

“Brandon.” Megan said quietly. She swallowed and looked down to play with her rings. “Was he… did he…”

Hank stroked down her back firmly. “Yeah. He was connected to them.”

A single tear rolled down Megan’s cheek and she sniffed before wiping it away with the back of her hand. “That’s where he was taking me. Wasn’t it?” She looked up. “And Palo threw it in your face… didn’t he Papa?”

Taza nodded and swallowed. “There’s more, sweetheart.”

Megan straightened her spine and looked him in the eyes. “What else?”

Taza sighed. “Apparently, Palo… obtained… Gabriella the same way he intended to you, years ago. She was given her freedom as long as she kept Palo’s baby brother occupied and out of his hair…”

Megan covered her mouth in shock. “David?” she asked quietly.

Taza nodded. “And when Gabby fled - he just cut his losses on her. Until he went to Tennessee to meet with the ring Brandon was attached to.”

Bishop picked up the story. “Poquito - Palo found your mom after she had you. He’s the one who got her hooked on the drugs. He’s the reason you were in the system.”

Coco fired off curses under his breath in Spanish and paced faster.

“Did he track me?” Megan asked quietly. “Did he know where I was? Who I was? Is that what he threw at you?”

Taza nodded. “And he was the buyer Brandon had arranged.”

Everyone was quiet as Megan breathed deeply. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. “And he tried to use me as a bargaining chip to get his way. That’s why the Mayans exploded like that.”

“Not just the Mayans, Princessa,” Hank said quietly. “Happy had his gun to the bastard’s head before anyone. And Happy made sure that he and I were the only ones in that room with guns.”

“Chibs made the call for Palo’s death-” Bishop said.

“Because he didn’t want the deal tainted. He didn’t want the Mayans to be the ones no one trusted to sit down with…” said a voice from the door. Marcus joined them. “If it had been anywhere else beside a sit down, Chibs would have gifted Palo to us to finish.” He walked in to sit in the other arm chair, pausing only to press a kiss to Megan’s hair.

“How’s Tía Diana and Tessa?” Megan asked softly. “Did Tessa see anything?”

Marcus smiled a little. “Mi Reina is pissed. She doesn’t like when things go sideways. She’s calming down at the park with Tessa. And your prima is fine, Poquito. She didn’t see or hear anything thanks to those fancy ass headphones and her game.” He looked up at Coco. “My guys say I have you to thank for that. You told them to get them out early.”

Coco nodded. “Little kids don’t need to see that shit. I told them to move them to a room where they could get them out if they needed to. Sorry, Padrino. I know I shouldn’t have been ordering your guys, but Megan was my charge and she had to stay put.”

Marcus shook his head. “No apologies needed, hermano. You did exactly what you needed to. And you kept Poquito shielded too.”

“Yeah, well next time - no offense, ma - but next time whoever I’m guardin’ is getting fuckin’ kevlar, man. That shit was reckless. Stray bullets happen.” Coco adjusted his kutte.

“Agreed.” Bishop said. “Next time, Poquito wears a vest if we don’t know exactly what we’re walking into. I don’t give a fuck who it offends.”

Taza nodded, but didn’t speak. He was in his own head, lost in the past, again. Megan could see it. She reached for his hand again. “Papa?”

Taza started a little, but smiled when he looked at Megan. “Yeah?”

“Palo is dead. He was the last one who could come for me - and he’s dead now. He was the one who hurt David too, right? He’s gone forever.” She smiled at him . “That means I really am safe now.”

He smiled and tugged her into his lap to cuddle her close. “Yeah. You really are.”

Marcus smiled, but cleared his throat. “Unfortunately - today isn’t over yet. I got a call from Galindo’s man, Nestor. He needs a sit down - as soon as we can manage it. Apparently Galindo was held by the Feds along with his entire family. He’s got something he needs to talk to us about.”

Bishop sighed and rubbed his beard. “Alright. We could drive tonight. Meet him at the casino tomorrow. I’ll have the rest of the club meet us there.”

Hank sighed and looked at Megan. “Damn it.”

Marcus chuckled a little. “Sorry, hermano. I know you had plans for Poquito tonight.”

Megan looked puzzled. “But the club… after the meeting…”

“Could have waited one more night, mi princessa. I was supposed to take you out tonight for your birthday.” Hank smiled at her where she leaned against Taza’s side. “I swear, we WILL get a date night eventually.”

Taza laughed and pressed a kiss to Megan’s hair as he shook off his gloomy thoughts. “At least we’ll be at the Rez.” He looked at Bishop and Marcus. “I’ll call Adam. Get us rooms. Maybe he’s got a conference suite open.”

Marcus sighed. “For two of my guys too.”

“Alright.”

Everyone split up to pack. Megan giggled as she realized that the entire trunk of her new mustang was filled with shopping bags from the day before. There would be barely any room for their duffles. “Don’t you think y’all went a little overboard, Hank?”

Hank chuckled. “Never, mi princessa.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

She arched slightly into him to encourage more contact.

He gave in and paused in his packing to pull her back into his chest and nuzzle and kiss the skin of her neck. “I am sorry, mi reina. I had big plans for tonight.”

“Mm?” Megan gave a tiny gasp of pleasure as he found a particular spot and leaned into him.

He smiled and pressed his palm to her lower belly to hold her close. “I promise, we will celebrate your birthday properly, mi amore. Even if it’s a little late and not quite what I had planned.”

She shivered a little at the feeling of his breath on her neck and nodded lacing her fingers through his with a smile. “I don’t care. As long as we’re together.:

He pressed her close and used his other hand to guide her face around so he could kiss her deeply. When he pulled back, he did it very slowly. “Always, mi reina.”

She smiled sweetly up at him. “Then it will be perfect.”

Hank sucked in a breath at that beautiful smile and buried his face in the crook of her neck and left shoulder. “Te amo mi reina hermosa. No tienes idea de cuanto.” He held her close until his emotions and body calmed. “C’mon, mi princessa. Let’s finish packing. Your papa will be waiting.”

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Bad Omens snippets (Jax Teller/Thalia Lowman OC) {Forbidden Fruit}

Thalia giggled as she headed out of the underground, the bouncer helped her up the stairs. He made sure she didn't eat shit as she stumbled over everything. Once she lifted her eyes from the ground, her lips curled up into a tired smile "TYLER!" She somehow made it to the Niner before flopping down into a heap of drunken stupor. The gang leader sighed before thanking the bouncer for calling him "No problem Ty! I remember her from the club the other night and you two seemed friendly enough that I felt she would be safe."

Tyler snorted "Yeah man, not sure how much that will be in effect when I call her father." The bouncer looked confused as Tyler turned to one of his lieutenants "Get a hold of Samcro and tell them to come to Stockton." The bouncer and the niners looked at Tyler realizing Thalia was important "Who is this crazy bitch?" Tyler turned to the bouncer, his eyes flashing with annoyance "That is the last time you will address her like that!" Once the man realized Tyler wasn't to be trifled with, he put his hands up in surrender making Tyler sigh "This is Thalia Lowman. Daughter of Happy Lowman Sargeant at arms of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Charter."

The bouncer frowned making Tyler continue "The Biker Boys from Charming? Yeah Their hitman... That is her father!" The Bouncer and several others stepped back in unison. Tyler Scoffed at them as he picked up Thalia and put her in the back of the SUV before hopping in and placing her in his lap and covering her with his hoodie. Thalia groaned as she nuzzled closer, half asleep. Tyler swore under his breath at the beautiful mess leaning on him "Girl, you are going to get me killed! But damn am I sure your worth it!" This made Thalia giggle sleepily... Jax had just woken naturally and was confused as to where he was for a second. The buzzing of his cell brought him back to reality as he slowly got up or at least tried to. Turning back to see what was holding him down, Jax saw the soft blonde curls of Colette covering her face. Everything from last night came rushing back. Sighing Jax slowly slipped from the bed, not to disturb the den mother.

Once he was free Jax grabbed his cell phone and checked the missed call from Chibs. Jax turned back to the sleeping blonde and started to get dressed and headed to the restroom to freshen up before calling back his Vice President. Once he heard the gravelly voice of the Scotsman "Whats up brother?" Jax could hear the soft chuckle from chibs that blatantly stated whatever was coming next would mess up Jax's morning "I just got a call from the Niners... Tyler got a call this morning from The Underground, a shit hole bar." Jax sighed "Okay?" he heard the repositioning of the phone and some yelling on the other side "Apparently the bouncer recognized Thalia from another club that she visited with Tyler and called him to pick her up because she is blackout drunk!" Jax inhaled slowly "Where is she Chibs?" there was a brief silence "Tyler has her in his SUV, he doesn't trust anyplace around Stockton to take her due to the bouncer knowing she is a Son's daughter and the club was a Pope business. Jax could feel the blood rush to his head "Jesus Christ!" he swore under his breath and it took every fiber of his being to not destroy everything. He was about to say something when the door to the bathroom slowly started to open, revealing a half asleep Colette frowning in concern. Jax stood stoic before responding "Call Tyler back and tell him to bring her to me!" he gave Chibs the address and hung up before moving towards the woman.

Caressing her cheek Jax sighed "Did I wake you?" The blonde shook her head "Family troubles?" she questioned making Jax snort "Something like that!" Colette raised an eyebrow, "I grew up with her, she is more like my little sister." Colette nodded "Is she alright?" Jax nodded "as far as I know, just a little drunk still." Colette smiled "Well when she gets here, let me know. Some girls and I will clean her up before the ride home." She leaned up and kissed the biker "Now let me get dressed and I'll make some coffee... Twenty minutes later, Tyler pulled up to the house by the docks. Sighing he got out and picked up Thalia and took her towards the front door. He stopped short as the door was opened by a blonde middle aged woman who was slightly startled. "I'm sorry, it's not what it looks like! I was told to bring her here." The woman looked at him slightly amused as Jax rounded the corner "Easy Tyler, Colette is a friend and business partner." Tyler's frigid body seemed to relax at this as Jax strolled out to him as Tyler pressed Thalia closer to his body. Tyler was smart and he knew when to move, something about the way Jax was walking towards him made Tyler feel uneasy. Jax saw the sudden protectiveness Tyler put on Thalia's unconscious body. Jax leaned back "Are you afraid I am going to hurt her?" he asked the younger man. Tyler snorted "Man, I am not sure what you will or will not do. From what I've seen there isn't much you won't do, that is for sure." Jax smirked crossing his arms in front of him"I am not going to hurt her Tyler, but you better leave before Happy gets here." Tyler looked Jax up and down before taking in his surroundings and accessing if he should leave Thalia in her state with the Biker king. "Yeah man whatever you say! Just make sure she gets some food in her system. I have been giving her water to help with some Tylenol to help." Jax knew he was telling Colette and the girls that he was sure surrounding the front door watching the interaction. Turning to see the girls all preening over each other to see the state of said girl, Jax turned back to Tyler "Thanks man!" with that Jax took Thalia away from him and headed back inside. As he climbed the stairs Jax could hear Colette speak "Tyler is it? Don't worry, your friend will be taken care of. We won't let anything happen to her." The statement made Jax wanna laugh. When it came to Thalia, there was nothing and nobody could tell Jax what to do. Laying the olive skinned woman down on the bed, Jax stared down at her as she moaned out incoherently. Curling up in a small ball and softly crying from the headache and spins Jax was certain she was dealing with made all the anger he had disappear. Sighing Jax picked her up and cradled her as Thalia burrowed into his chest Jax began a shushing noise as he stroked her hair. Jax leaned back on the bed and covered them with a blanket as he rocked Thalia to comfort her. Neither noticed Colette watching them as Jax began to whisper "Dammit Tali." Kissing her forehead as Thalia muttered his name. The look in Jax's eyes told Colette everything she needed to know. With that the woman headed downstairs to leave Jax alone with the girl. Jax finally got Thalia to sleep peacefully before heading back downstairs. Colette was doing business with the girls when she noticed him coming up to her. She finished the daily plans with everyone before turning back to him "So, that was an interesting morning." smiling sweetly making Jax sigh "I am so sorry." Colette shook her head "Don't worry, the way you took care of that girl made me more than sure that going into business with you and Nero is a good thing... You seem to really care about her."

Jax shrugged "She is the only one I haven't lost or hurt from my past- Thalia has always been the baby of the club... my best friend and I always care for her like big brothers and our wives use to babysit her." Colette smiled "Darling, you don't have to explain anything to me, but how old is she?" Jax exhaled "She is 26, She is the only little sister I ever known, which is why I am protective of her." This made Colette nod "I can see that, but Jax she isn't your little sister." This statement made Jax give her a warning look as Colette smirked, cupping his face "The look in your eyes when that kid pulled her closer, the look you had in your eyes upstairs... Honey that girl is your forbidden fruit." With that Colette walked away, her heels clicking as she left Jax standing there to contemplate what she said.

#jax teller #forbidden fruit #sons of anarchy #Thalia Lowman #Bad Omens

[flammaosculum]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 — a solo.

/ triggering topics.

❝You��re going to be alright, if you stop thinking it over.❞

Kinsley Marie Lowman was always known for being the troublemaker, all throughout her childhood. Having grown up in Tacoma with her brother Happy Lowman, it was no surprise that Kinsley learned a lot about how to teach someone a lesson.

As a teen, Kinsley often found herself in the office of her highschool principal. With her reputation, even if she didn’t commit the action— she’d always end up as the number one suspect. Even if 99.8% of the time she wasn’t innocent; she just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. She had gotten into so many fights during her highschool career, that her principal suggested to Kinsley’s mother that she be homeschooled. Permanently.

Her mother was shocked by this, as she had never expected her daughter to be the troubled one. When her mother couldn’t take care of her, she sent Kinsley to live with her brother Happy in the town of Charming, California.

So she did. Her attitude improved, but she was still dealing with the drug abuse.

And on the night of Kinsley’s twenty-fifth birthday, her troubles really got out of control. The night of her twenty-fifth birthday, Kinsley was out at the clubhouse with Jax Teller, her brother Happy Lowman, Opie Winston, and a few others from Samcro.

She had been drinking a /lot/ of things— some of which she had no idea what was inside of the drinks; others she knew exactly what she was drinking. . . The ones where she had no idea what was in the drink, were mostly made by Jax. He /wanted/ her to remember everything about her birthday. . Kinsley did as she was told, downing shot after shot— until she couldn’t feel her toes.

❝ I literally can’t drink anymore~ ❞ Kinsley hiccuped, as she leaned on her best friend who also happened to be the idiot getting her absolutely wasted: Jax Teller.

❝ What do you wanna do, doll? ❞ He asked her, snaking his arms playfully around her waist. Hours passed with Kinsley dancing on tops of the tables, stripping herself of her clothes, all of which Jax got on video— and he hasn’t let her live it down to this day. Hours after partying, Kinsley made her way home.

After the party had ended, Kinsley got a phone call from her abusive ex-boyfriend, Henry. Henry told Kinsley on the phone that she better wish everything she loved goodbye. . . And at 12:45a.m Kinsley was brutally attacked on her way home from the clubhouse. She was taken into an alleyway, where she then was beaten to a pulp, her ribs were broken and so was her nose and she was also raped. Her attackers left her there to die.

Kinsley knew who her attackers were, it was her ex, Henry and a few of his friends. To say that she was livid was quite the understatement. Kinsley immediately got into her apartment and she attempted to clean the blood off her lip but with broken ribs it was rather difficult. She was relaxing in her bed— only to have a knock at her front door about half an hour later.

Wincing as she got up to answer the front door, she was shocked to find Charming PD at her door. ❝ He’s pressing fucking charges?! ❞ Kinsley screamed at the officer in front of her. ❝ I’m the one with broken ribs, I’m the one with a broken nose, and I’m most certainly the one who got the snot beaten out of them on her twenty-fifth birthday! So, please.. Explain to me where I’m in the wrong here. ❞ She spat, venom laced in every word that left her lips.

The officer explained that she was right, and that she should go to the hospital so that she could end up pressing charges on Henry. ❝ I’ve got an ambulance en route to check you out, Kinsley. I’m sorry this happened on your birthday. ❞ The officer said calmly, as Kinsley turned her head towards him. ❝ Save your pity-party for someone that gives a fuck. ❞ She grumbled.

Hearing the ambulance in the distance, Kinsley winced as she stood up and headed for her front door. The officers helped her into the ambulance, where they sped off towards St. Thomas and she was placed into intensive care; the doctors wanted to make sure everything was alright down there before they checked out the severity of the rest of her injuries.

❝ It looks like everything is okay for the most part, aside from the six broken ribs, and the broken nose. ❞ The doctor laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Kinsley nodded her head, and sighed with a growl. ❝ Have you called my brother? He needs to know what happened. ❞ She mumbled, rolling her eyes as the doctor nodded his head. The doctor explained that her brother, and a few others would be on their way soon— which, when they saw the condition of how badly she was injured, it wouldn’t go over nicely. . . Which it didn’t. Happy, Jax and Opie wanted to kill him.

After she was discharged from the hospital, Kinsley’s “attempted murder” charge was dropped, but that didn’t mean it didn’t fuck with her head mentally. She kept having flashbacks to this night for months, and she often tended to black out when angry.

And because of this, Kinsley began abusing drugs, where by her twenty-seventy birthday she had been in and out of rehab for the past two-years.

She had also been in and out of Charming PD, and managed to pick up numerous charges added to her criminal record: Public Intoxication, Driving While Intoxicated, Driving While Under the Influence, and some minor Drug Charges. Her life had gotten completely twisted upside down that night, it really messed with her head and she had been in and out of therapy sessions, all of which ended up failing.

Kinsley knew that she would be like this for the rest of her life, and she just had to keep finding coping mechanisms that would not only keep her out of jail, but also keep her alive.

Even though the drugs and drinking were her go-to, Kinsley knew she didn’t want to have to be dependent upon them in order to function normally. And she was growing dependent on them, so the last and final time she checked herself into a rehab center outside of her hometown, she’s been sober ever since.

But that night will have forever changed her.

#flammaosculum #solo:kinsley #okayyshilohh

[the-vex-archives]

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist (2023)

General

Oneshots

"A Spider Among Bikers"

@fanficimagery

Finally reunited with your sister, you tried to keep the reality of what you went through a secret. Of course, it was only a matter of time before you had to tell her.

Happy Lowman

Fics

"Now" Part 2 Part 3

@shxllxfx

Chibs meets his daughter for the first time.

#masterlist #fanfic recommendation #sons of anarchy #happy lowman #gen fic #2023

[ravennaortiz]

I'll Take Her

Summary: How Cori came into Happys life and changed it forever.

*As always my stories are 18+

Happy stared down the hill side where he could see the mangled metal of a car in the flashes of lighting as a storm raged overhead. The car that belonged to one of the two women who he loved the most. Falling to his knees in the oily, gritty water that was pooling on the shoulder of the road. He knew without a doubt there was no way for someone to walk out of this unscathed.

Happy wasn't sure how long he had been kneeling for when Unser knelt next to him. Under sighed as he put his hand on the bikers shoulder. "I am so sorry. I know the two of you were close. She was already gone when we arrived." stated Unser apologetically. Happy simply nodded as his tears mixed with the rain. "Can I--" started Happy as a sob choked off his words. "See her. Need to see her" he struggled to get out as he punched the ground.

Unser sighed as he knew there was no point in arguing as to why not. "You need to wait until after the coroner does the autopsy. I'll see if they can get to it tomorrow." Happy simply nodded as he turned to the other vehicle his grief transforming into deep, feral fury. "Not here. I'll allow you revenge......just not here" murmured Unser as he followed the Tacoma Killers angry gaze. Happy simply grunted before slowly getting up and going to the van that sat idling and getting in.

Tig and Chibs looked in the back when Happy got in. He simply shook his head as he fastened his seatbelt. "Sorry man" murmured Tig as he started to pull onto the highway. "Lassie will be missed" stated Chibs as he turned to look out the window frowning. "Guy was drunk. He's the only one unscathed." stated Happy. "For now at least. I'm going to make him feel pain in ways he never knew were possible" he growled lowly his mind already starting to plan revenge.

***

Two weeks after that fateful night Happy lay staring at the ceiling of his dorm room. Nothing felt good and he figured it never would again. This was the life a man like him was suppose to have he had convinced himself. A soft knock at his door had him grumbling about wanting to be alone. When he heard the creak he sighed and turned to see who would dare enter.

"Hap. You need to come out. A lady from child social services is here for you" stated Gemma her tone leaving no room for arguing. Happy frowned as he slid out of the bed and followed his Presidents Old Lady. "She has a baby" stated Gemma as she caught his eye before opening the clubhouse door to go outside. Happy covered his eyes at the harsh sunlight as he stepped out. Once his eyes adjusted they landed on an older woman who had a sweet smile on her face.

"Mr. Lowman?" she inquired as she stepped towards him with a baby carrier. Happy simply nodded as confusion set in. "I know that things have been difficult and I apologize for showing up like this out of the blue." explained the woman as she chuckled nervously. "Susie named you as Cori's guardian in the event of her passing" "She had the baby?" interrupted Happy his eyes going from the carrier to the womans face. "She did... I'm sorry I thought you knew." apologized the woman.

Happy felt his knees give out as the information hit him like a ton of bricks. His best friends daughter was still alive. He had assumed they both were gone. Why didn't Susie tell me she had given birth? So many questions swirled in his mind that he hadn't realized Gemma and the woman were still talking to him.

"What?' Happy asked as he looked at Gemma who had tears in her eyes. "I said we will help Happy. If you want to raise her. The club and I will help" repeated Gemma. "If you don't take her Mr. Lowman she will go into the system and " started the woman before Happy cut her off. "No. I'll take her." stated Happy firmly as he stood up and grabbed for the carrier.

***

"Daddy Happy has a whole new meaning now" joked Tig later that day as he sat next to Happy as he held baby Cori. "Shut up" muttered Happy his eyes never leaving Coris face even as she wrapped her tiny hand around his finger.

The End

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