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garbinge · 1 year

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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.

#Happy Lowman #Happy Lowman's Daughter #Happy Lowman x OC #OC Scarlett Lowman #OC Scarlett #SOA #SOA fanfiction #SOA fanfic #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #happy lowman x daughter oc #happy lowman x granddaughter

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justahopelessssromantic · 11 months

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Who did that to you?

A/N: I'm still figuring out getting back into this writing thing. I've missed it so I thought I might try sharing some random pieces. Here's just a little something for Happy Lowman and one of many OC's Evelyn. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think ☺️

Warnings: Nothing really I can think of. It's been a while so please forgive me I'm a little rusty. Happy being protective and just some sweet fluff.

Pairings: Happy Lowman/ OC Evelyn

Happy stepped into the house kicking his boots off and hanging his kutte up by the door. He was quickly met with Bruno and Ellie barking to announce his arrival. Once they assessed the threat was only him they were all tail wags and smiles as they excitedly waited for him to give each of them some attention.

After the joyful greetings he made his way down the hallway to the bedroom discarding his shirt as he went as the two followed behind him before rushing past him and into the bedroom. By now it was very much routine when he'd get in late after a long ride.

It had been a while since he last saw her. Way longer than any of them liked. They talked on the phone as much as they could though with both their busy schedules.

The tv was on, lighting up the bedroom as it quietly played some sitcom reruns. That's when he saw Ruby, the sweet pitbull he had brought home to her a few months ago curled up on the bed. She lifted her head up for a pet before plopping it back down and resuming her nap.

"In here," Evelyn's voice called out from the bathroom. The door was shut all but a crack allowing just a little light to spill through.

Happy stepped into the room just as she was patting her face dry.

"I missed you."

She smiled as he pulled her close. "I missed you too."

His own smile was quick to fall, his rage taking over as he took in the black and blue bruising around her eye. "Who did that to you?" He growled.

She could almost see his demeanor change before it even happened instantly picking up on his change in mood. She had become somewhat of an expert on Happy. She quickly tried to reassure him and turn the situation back around.

"Happy, baby, look at me." She spoke calmly, patiently waiting for his gaze to move from the bruise and meet her eyes. It took some coaxing but eventually his murderous stare met her soft hazel eyes.

"It was an accident." She explained.

"I don’t care. I'm going to kill whoever did that to you. Just give me a name."

"You're not going to kill anyone. It was just an accident.” She grabbed his hand in hers. “One of my patients, he just got confused was all. He didn't mean to and he felt horrible once he realized what he had done."

His body was still tense as he looked down at her and she knew he was still running through a million different ways to make the one responsible suffer. It was in his wiring to protect those he loved. She wouldn't ever want to change that about him but she also wasn't going to let him jump into every fight, especially when there was no need for one.

"You're not going to go beat up an eighty four year old." She reasoned with him.

He huffed. He didn't care how old he was.

"Promise me." She didn't think he'd actually do it but just in case she had to hear him say it.

It only took a few moments of her intense stare down before he gave in. "Fine.”

“Good,” Satisfied she stretched up to give him a kiss before taking his hand and leading him to the bed. He followed close behind her. "I mean I think it kind of looks badass don’t you?”

“Totally badass." He grinned playing along. "My little killer.”

#happy lowman #happy lowman x oc #happy x evelyn #sons of anarchy

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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You Ever Get Nightmares?

Happy Lowman & Daughter!OFC (Diedra Lowman)

Whumptober 2022: No.5 Every Whumpee’s Needs- Running Out Of Air

Warnings: 18+, language, angst, mentions of past trauma/physical assault

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is a day late and a loose interpretation of the prompt, but I was really excited to write for Di again. I’ve had her whole backstory in my head and it was nice to scratch the surface of it a little bit. Plus, it’s nice to see Happy doing the dad thing.

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She jolted awake, gasping for air like her body hadn’t recognized the difference between her reality and the nightmare that she had just been trapped in. She sat upright, immediately bringing her hand up to her throat as though she had to touch it to confirm that there really wasn’t anything there. Her chest was heaving as she tried to swallow, tried to get herself under control again. Her hand shook as she reached to switch on her bedside lamp.

The light cast off from the lamp wasn’t much. It didn’t feel warm or comforting in the moment. Her breaths were shaky as she aggressively kicked the blanket off. The thing wasn’t even that heavy, didn’t trap or create much heat, but it might as well have been made of lead with the way that it felt against her skin.

Bending her legs, she pressed her elbows against her thighs and dropped her face into her hands. Her breaths were shuddered, and she hated how intensely she could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage. All these years later and she was still fucked up. All the things that she had done to be stronger, harder, smarter, colder, and it didn’t even fucking matter. One bad dream and she was just a scared little teenage girl all over again. She hated it.

The second she felt the tears stinging her eyes, she knew that she had to get the hell out of her room. Deep down, she knew it wasn’t the room that was the problem. It wasn’t her bed, wasn’t her apartment, wasn’t even the town—it was just her. But she couldn’t fix that. So, instead, she forced herself off of her mattress. Putting one foot in front of the other, she fought for each step that she took towards her dresser. Her legs felt like they were locked up, stiff in a way that not even her toughest workouts left her. Each breath she took was calculated as she grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a flimsy tank top.

She slowly opened her bedroom door, poking her head out into the dark hallway. The entire apartment was pitch black except for the soft pink light coming from the crack at the bottom of her sister’s bedroom door. Walking closer, she was about to knock when she heard the sound of her sister’s laughter on the other side. She waited for another moment, but when she heard the muffled sound of the television and Juice’s laughter too, Diedra immediately crept past the door without interrupting them.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure what she really expected Dakota to be able to do for her. She loved her younger sister more than anything, but this was one thing that she didn’t think the two of them would ever talk about. Diedra made the decision years ago that she was better off not knowing about it. It’d been a long time since then and she had yet to go back on that decision. She wasn’t going to break that streak tonight because of a nightmare, no matter how real it felt.

She moved quietly across the apartment, grabbing the bare minimum of things as she went along. She shoved her phone and keys into her pockets as she shoved her feet into her boots, not bothering to tie them before slipping out of the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind her once she was out.

The house was pitch black when she rolled into the driveway, but she knew that he was home. His bike was there, along with his car. There was no way that he had gone somewhere without either of those. She turned her car off, hesitating for a moment and wondering if it was too late to turn around and head back to her apartment. She didn’t exactly know what she wanted from him, either. He’d get it a little more, maybe, but it wasn’t like the two of them ever talked about it.

She lost any opportunity she had to turn around and bail when lights started to shine through one of the windows. Seconds later, the front door opened, and all she could see was his silhouette in the doorway, shadow against the weak, yellow light coming from inside. She saw the brief shadow of the gun in his hand before he tucked it back into his waistband, realizing that it wasn’t a threat rolling into his driveway in the small hours of the morning, it was just Diedra.

Swinging the car door open, she slowly made her way out. She gently pushed the door shut behind her, feet practically dragging as she walked towards his front door. She didn’t regret it, per se, but it felt much more daunting now than it had when she was frozen on her mattress at home.

Once she was close enough to see it clearly, she saw that his expression wasn’t really conveying much one way or the other. She let out a deep, quiet sigh. “Hey, Dad.”

“What happened?” he cut right to the chase.

She raked her hands back through her hair. “Can I stay here for the night?”

He nodded, not asking anything else as he opened the door a little wider. Diedra slipped underneath his arm and into his house. She dropped her phone and keys on the counter as she made her way through the kitchen and towards the living room. She flicked on the lamp there just seconds before Happy turned off the lights in the front of the house. It wasn’t long after that he materialized, sitting next to her on the couch.

After another minute of silence, Happy repeated himself. “What happened?”

She shook her head, feeling so small, weak, feelings that she worked tirelessly to avoid. “It’s stupid.”

“So? Tell me.”

“You ever get nightmares?” she asked.

He paused, thinking about it for a moment before he shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“About real stuff? Like, flashbacks?”

His brows drew together. “What is it?”

She huffed, shaking her head. It suddenly felt much more difficult to look Happy in the eyes. Which was stupid, and she knew it, because he was the only other person on the face of the planet who knew what was eating away at her. But she also knew the things he’d done, the things he was still doing, and it felt silly to come to him on the brink of a breakdown over things that had happened so long ago.

“Just, uh,” she shrugged, twisting her hands in a vain attempt to hide their shaking, “all the shit that happened with…you know…”

“Say it,” he nodded encouragingly, face still nearly blank.

“Dad—”

“Stop choking that shit down.” He rested his hand in the middle of her back between her shoulder blades. “Say it.”

She buried her face in her hands for a moment, trying to figure out if she was going to pluck up the courage to really talk it out for once, or if she was just going to deflect and try to bail. She took a deep breath. “Sometimes…sometimes I can still, just, feel,” she gestured vaguely in the air before lightly dragging her fingertips down the column of her neck, “like it’s fucking happening…” She laugh she let out was hollow, one that was trying to drown out the urge to cry. “God, it sounds so stupid saying it out loud. It happened so long ago and we’ve both got so much—”

“Hey,” he cut her off, “Don’t do that.” He waited for her to look at him, “Talk to me.”

“It’s not like it happens all the time. But sometimes…sometimes it feels like it’s still happening to me. And I can’t…control it. I can feel myself not being able to breathe and there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s that same fucking,” she clenched her fists tight, not even noticing the tears that were on her cheeks now, “crushing feeling. I can fucking feel it, Dad. It hurts even though it’s not happening to me.”

“It did happen.”

“Yea,” she scoffed, wiping at her face, “like almost fifteen years ago.”

“It still happened.” He paused. “You stopped him, though.”

“I never seem to make it that far in my dreams.”

“You remember it?”

She shot him a disbelieving look. “Did you really just fucking ask me—”

“Then say it.”

Her breath got caught in her throat. All the years of the both of them expertly maneuvering around the topic, and now Happy was placing her directly in front of the oncoming train. She wanted to run, but she felt frozen. If there was a guarantee that this would fix her, she’d spill her guts to the goddamn world. But there was no guarantee, and forcing herself to say things that Happy already knew to be true felt nearly impossible.

Her voice, one that was usually so strong and sharp, sounded fragile, “I killed him.”

“Yes you did,” he sounded to matter-of-fact, “He fucked up. You didn’t, though.”

“But I still feel like this.”

“You were fifteen.”

“So?” She shook her head, blinking away the lingering tears. “You’ve done that kind of shit your whole—”

“That’s different.” He shook his head at her. “You’re good, Di.”

“I’m not—”

“You are. You don’t feel it, you try not to act like it, but you’re good.”

She leaned back against the sofa. Her eyes were locked on the ceiling about them as she spoke. “You say that. But I just, I look at myself, then I look at Kota, and…I don’t know…”

“You’re not like your sister,” Happy shook his head, “but you’re still good.”

“Kota never—”

“She never had to,” he didn’t let her finish the thought. A few beats of silence went by before he asked, “Why didn’t you ever say any of this before?”

“We all deal with our own shit, Dad. And you and I don’t really…you know…we don’t really talk about shit.”

“But you can. I’m here. Always.”

Some of the tension disappeared from her shoulders and she nodded, tears springing into her eyes again. “I know,” she hadn’t meant to whisper but she did. “I guess I just hope that if I don’t talk about it, try not to think about it, that maybe it’ll go away.”

“Has it?”

She managed a tiny chuckle, “Clearly not.” She took a deep breath trying to get herself together, the first deep breath she’d been able to take comfortably all night, “Thank you.”

“I love you,” he draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in so that he could kiss the side of her head, “a lot.”

She smiled her first real smile of the night as she leaned into him, “I love you too. A lot.”

“Do you wanna stay up? Or try to go back to sleep?”

She looked up at him, and she knew for a fact that if she said that she wanted to stay up, that he would spend the rest of the night sitting on the couch with her, awake, most likely in complete silence. Because there wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for his daughters. He proved it time and time again. He’d been proving it to Diedra since she was fifteen, and it was one of the few things that had never changed.

“I think I’m gonna try and get some sleep.” She paused. “Can I sleep out here?”

He didn’t even bat an eye as he nodded. “Yea, I’ll grab your pillow from your room.”

“Thank you,” she said as she folded her hands in her lap.

When Happy came back a few minutes later, he had two pillows and two blankets bundled up in his arms. He tossed one of each onto the couch for Diedra, lightly hitting her in the chest with the pillow and getting her to laugh quietly. Then, he walked over to the recliner. Propping the pillow behind his head and draping the blanket over his legs, he pulled the lever on the side that made the footrest kick out. He didn’t say anything as he waited for Diedra to get situated.

“Night,” he said as he reached for the lamp and switching it off.

She sunk down into the comfort of the thick blanket he’d given her, eyes closing as she focused on the reality of the fact that she was safe and sound at Happy’s house. “Night.”

#whumptober2022 #no.5 #running out of air #sons of anarchy #soa #happy lowman #oc #oc diedra #oc diedra lowman #fic #trauma #assault #happy lowman x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc #mayans mc

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thegirlwhowritesfics · 9 months

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I have no idea if they are on tumblr but I just started "For reasons Wretched and Divine" by the Bone Witch on AO3

This is the coziest, cutest SOA fanfic I've ever read. I'm 4 chapters in and I am in love.

#happy lowman #happy lowman x oc #soa #sons of anarchy #ivy recommends #fanfic #thebonewitch #for reasons wretched and divine

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broiderie · 1 year

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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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mybulletyourlove · 8 months

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FIRST CHAPTER IS UP!!!!

1. a great day for freedom

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🦆: Ahh, my first oneshot. I hope you guys like it. Please feel free to comment your feedback. I'm still new to this.

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Can be read as xfem!reader)

Word Count: 524

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The last straw

He scoffs when he sees her face

"Not today, Hap. I'm already in a pretty shitty mood." she stares at her drink, lost in thought.

He scoffs again "..and why's that missy?"

" You wouldn't care it's stupid, I just want to be alone"

She continues to not look at happy trying to keep the tears at bay. A few moments pass with nothing but the background chatter of the club.

Happy seems frustrated and takes a seat in front of her, leaning in her personal space. "...I'd like to know" he says in a hushed voice voice

"WHY!!" She shouts, grabbing the full attention of the room. "Why the fuck do you suddenly care about me now Hap!! Huh? Why?"

Everyone's head in the club turns their way whatever they were doing before can wait for now. Their expressions are a mix of shock, surprise, confusion and humor wondering if it was actually happening. Their heads go from looking at her, happy, and between her and happy trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Happy remains completely calm and doesn't raise his voice, but he looks a little annoyed.

"...because ... I do."

He takes a deep breath and a swig.

"...do you not want me to?" He says in a stern voice.

"Fuck off hap" She furiously rubs the tears from her face. Everyone else are more confused as ever wondering what the fuck they are missing what the hell happened.

After noticing everyone's attention on them both looking around at all their expressions she calmly gets up and walks for the door.

The crowds mixed emotions stay the same but with a hint of glee at what just happened to their most feared member. The silence in the club after she leaves is so loud that it becomes deafening. When they notice that nothing else is going to happen today they return to whatever they were doing before as tonight doesn't seem like the right night to tease the tacoma killer. Happy's eyes are watching the door where she left.

As she gets into her car, fat tears run freely down her cheeks she starts hitting her steering wheel over and over again as she finally lets the emotional dam break. It's only when she catches her reflection in the small mirror that she stops. After taking a beat to compose herself, she whispers, "If he was ever around, he would already know what's wrong, I shouldn't have to tell him."

As she drives off out of the lot, she thinks about what she said. It's true that Happy has been very busy lately, and she really misses being around him. She wonders if her current issues have anything to do with him being occupied with someone else.

Back at the lot Happy is stood in the shadows as he watches where her car drove away, clearly seeing how upset you were. He knows the club was probably not the best place for you both to hash things out. He takes in a deep breath, lets it all out, and starts walking back inside with a light but noticeable frown on his face.

How on earth can he fix this?

🦆: hope you guys liked it. Guess in the comments what you think happened ? And let me know if you want a part 2.

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

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Halloween SOA Day 2: Pumpkin Patch

Sumamry: Juice x Happy's Daughter. Fluffy story where Juice tried to make her feel better after a breakup.

“Thought Danny was taking you to the pumpkin patch today?” questioned Juice as he sat next to Cori Lowman who had her head down on the bar at the club house. “Things changed” murmured Cori as she sniffled slightly without looking up at him. She had been pleased to find everyone mostly gone when she had arrived. She hated people to see her cry especially when she was just frustrated with herself. Juice frowned before speaking. “You okay?” he asked. “Danny and I had a fight again this morning and he dumped me” replied Cori after a couple minutes as she lifted her head up revealing her tear streaked face and red eyes.

“His loss Lassie” comforted Chibs as he joined them, catching the tail end of the conversation. “Yeah, he has no idea what he lost” agreed Juice as he squeezed Cori’s shoulder in comfort. As much as he hated that Cori was hurt Juice couldn’t lie he was kinda glad Danny was out of the picture. He had had a crush on Happy’s daughter the minute they had met. One smile from her and he had been hooked. He had also never really cared for Danny and neither had Happy. The guy was a bit of a douche to be honest. “Want me to beat him up? Make him disappear?” offered Juice causing her to smile softly and chuckle. “It’s okay. Thank you though” replied Cori as she laid her head on his shoulder with a sigh. If Cori was being honest she should have dumped him weeks ago. He wasn’t cutting it, like most of the guys she had tried dating they just couldn’t accept the MC lifestyle.

“Earth to Cori” called Juice jokingly. “Shit, Sorry Juice I zoned out” apologized Cori as she shook her head to clear her brain. “Your fine happens to me all the time. I was saying if you still want too I can take you to the pumpkin patch.” Offered Juice trying to keep it casual as his heart hammered in his chest. “Really? Don’t you have anything better to do?” replied Cori surprised by the offer. Most of the guys liked to act like they were too tough for these type of things. “Believe me the pumpkin patch will definitely be my better thing to do. It’ll be fun” replied Juice relieved at the way her face had lit up. “Okay, umm let me go clean up and we can go” replied Cori as she slipped off the bar stool and made her way back to the dorm hall. “What?” asked Juice as Chibs laughed quietly. “Just wandering if you forgot who her daddy was Lad” replied Chibs. “Happy loves me” replied Juice with a laugh as he tried to ignore that part of the equation. “Besides were just hanging out as friends” he added. “Uh-huh” replied Chibs with a grin.

“You can drive” called Cori as she tossed Juice her car keys as they exited the clubhouse. “Where are you two going?” asked Happy from where he stood talking to Jax and Tig. “Pumpkin patch” replied Cori as she kissed his cheek before continuing on her way to her car. “Juice” called Happy as he grabbed the younger mans arm. Juice gulped as he turned and met his friends’ stern face. “Yes?” inquired Juice as he met Happys eyes. Happy didn't speak for a few moments before he dug around in his kutte for his wallet. “I got her Hap” stated Juice as he saw the older man start to count out bills. “Take it. Make sure she has a fun time” growled Happy as he shoved the money into Juices hand. Juice nodded as he closed his hand around the money.

After a day spent getting lost repeatedly in every corn maze, trying every pumpkin related food and drink item they offered, petting baby animals and drinking so much cocoa their stomachs ached the two were now traversing the pumpkin fields. Cori was on the hunt for the most deformed pumpkin as she preferred misfits over perfect orange ones.

“Something funny Juice?” inquired Cori from where she was knelt in the dirt in front of him as she gazed upon two pumpkins. “Cause this is a very serious sport”. She added trying to sound stern as he laughed some more. “My apologies. I didn’t realize that” replied Juice as he held his hands up causing them both to burst out in a fit of laughter. “Which one do you think” asked Cori after a moment as she looked up at him. “Hmm” considered Juice as he knelt next to her gazing intently upon the two pumpkins in question before giving each one a firm slap before standing up and pretending to write his notes. “After a rigorous round of testing. I say we get both” announced Juice as he grinned down at Cori who was wiping her eyes from the laughter as she tried to recover from the sight of him hitting the pumpkins. “Thank goodness you were available today to test them for me” replied Cori after she caught her breath. “Both it is” she added as she stood up and wiped her hands on her pants as she smiled at him as he started to load the wagon.

As they made their way to the exit to pay Cori grabbed Juices hand interlacing their fingers. “Thank you for today. Means a lot to me” she murmured as she squeezed his hand as she looked up at him catching his gaze. “Anything for you” replied Juice caught off guard as his eyes locked on hers before leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips.

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Misdirection

Happy Lowman & Daughter OC Scarlett Lowman

From these August Prompts: Misdirection A/N: Forgot to post yesterday, so here's yesterday's August fic!

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of hospitalization, hurt, broken arm, worry, etc.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

“Scar.” Happy’s voice rarely sounded worried, unsure, or defeated but right now it was a mix of all 3.

“What’s wrong?” She knew to ask immediately.

“It’s Lex. She got hurt at the clubhouse.” Now that was a typical Happy response, little information, but just enough detail to have Scarlett’s heart drop to her stomach.

“What happened? Where is she?” Scarlett was grabbing her keys, eager to get wherever her daughter was.

“We’re at St. Thomas, Tara’s got her, she’s checking her out.” Happy said that as if that was going to solve everything, like that would make his daughter's anxiety completely disappear.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Dad.” She was now leaving in the middle of her shift at work, no notice, just calling out to one of her server friends that she needed her to cover her tables.

Scar was going to stay on the phone, pressure Happy for more information but she knew it’d be a waste and just get her worked up more so she hung up. She began speeding down the Charming roads on her way to St. Thomas, cutting through backroads and shortcuts, anything to cut down on the ETA. She didn’t bother parking, she handed the keys to valet and knew she’d make Happy pay for it.

Before she could make it to the front desk she ran into Jax, literally.

“Oh shit, my bad, Scar.” Jax steadied her.

“Where’s my kid, Jax?” Her hands practically threw Jax’s off of hers.

“Woah, relax, she’s up in pediatrics, Tara’s checkin’ her out.” Jax spoke like it wasn’t a big deal, like he wouldn’t rip down walls and bulldoze over people for his kids.

“Don’t tell me to fuckin’ relax, Jax. What the fuck happened?”

“She climbed on top of the playset, jumped down, fucked her arm up. Pretty gnarly jump for a kid her age.” Jax was smiling again like this wasn’t the most serious situation to Scarlett.

“You saw her?” The rage was about to be pouring out of Scarlett.

“Yea a group of us were by the garage, when it happened.” Jax was so oblivious to what was happening.

“None of you said anything? Told the fuckin’ kid to– I don’t know– maybe not do that? Jesus, are you all so far up your own asses? Do you not get what the fuck could of happened, or did happen, I don’t even know because no one is telling me anything!”

“Hey,” Jax held up his hands and stepped back. “We all called out, Happy was right there telling her not to do it but she didn’t listen, must be a Lowman family trait.” Jax’s eyebrows raised as he referred to Scarlett. “If it was super serious I wouldn’t be here bullshitting with you, I would be up there with everyone else waiting for you. So don’t misdirect your anger on me.”

“Get out of my way.” Scarlett was pushing past Jax.

As Scarlett entered the pediatric wing she saw Gemma, Bobby, Tig, and Happy.

“What room is she in?” Scarlett wasn’t in the mood to have another ‘bullshitthing’ conversation with anyone.

“201.” Gemma was immediate to answer, understanding what Scar was going through, mother to mother.

Scarlett was moving quick past the waiting room and down the hall in search of the room so she could find relief or some sort of answers. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her daughter with a bandage wrapped around her arm, her face was stained with tears but currently her face was all smiles. There were so many things floating in Scarlett’s head right now as she stared through the window of the room Lex was in. Her baby was okay, she was hurt, but she was there smiling and okay. But that guilt was still eating her alive.

“Hey, she’s alright.” Tara’s voice alerted her to turn around and face the doctor. “Her arm is broken, we’d describe it as an acute fracture, she’ll wear a cast for a month and then a split, but it’ll fully recover, no surgery needed.”

Scar let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, can I go in and see her?” She was turning her head and already starting to go into the room.

“We still need a couple more x-rays just so we can see progress as time passes with the cast and splint.” Tara explained hoping that Scarlett would get it.

“Alright, I’ll wait out with the club, you’ll find me when I can see her?” Scarlett sounded eager.

“Right away.” Tara smiled and touched the side of Scarlett’s arm before moving into Lex’s room.

Scar knew standing there and watching from afar would be tortuous so she quickly moved back to the waiting room. For a few moments she stood back, looking at everyone in the room but specifically her father. Happy was nervously standing against the wall where the waiting room began to open up. Nervous was a feature that Happy didn’t show very often. To be fair, he wasn’t showing it too much, but Scarlett clocked it right away. The stoic face had more of a frown to it, and his leg was lightly tapping up and down, he had his eyes focused on one spot on the floor, he was fixated on it probably thinking about all the potential possibilities, all the things that could have happened mixed with the anger that there was nothing to do, no one to blame, no one to fight to get payback unless he was going to punch the play set to pieces.

Scarlett knew exactly what he was thinking because when she broke her arm when she was just slightly older than Lex, Happy went and threatened the parent of the kid who pushed her off the gym stage. It took 30 minutes of her begging for him not to threaten the child themselves before she negotiated him down to ‘talking’ to the parents. She should have known better, even at that age.

“She’s gonna be fine.” Scar reached her hand up and touched Happy’s shoulder.

His gaze immediately broke and turned to his daughter. “Can we see her?”

“Not yet. Tara’s doing more x-rays, progress shots. She’ll be in a cast for a bit.” Scar’s hand was still resting on her father’s shoulders. “You’re not mad. I thought you’d be mad.” Happy said now standing up straight and staring down at her.

“I was mad. You’re lucky I ran into Jax down the hall first, I yelled at him and now I feel better.” She smiled.

“I told her not to jump.” Happy still had his stoic face on.

“What can I say, she gets her listening skills from you.” She pushed her hand against his shoulder before letting him go.

“She gets that daredevil spirit from you.” Happy turned a smirk now.

“And I wonder where I got that from.” Her eyes rolled and she turned to the other people who had begun approaching. Bobby, Tig, and Gemma. “She’s alright, gonna have a cast, that she’s probably going to ask all of you to sign, so please no inappropriate shit. Or cursing. Or SOA colors or markers please.” Her eyes moved to Tig specifically. “Why are you lookin' at me?” “Because when she asked you to sign her field trip form you signed it with the anarchy A.” Scarlett crossed her arms. Everyone turned to look at Tig as if to ask that was seriously what he did.

“It makes the A in trager look better, what can I say.” He shrugged.

Before anyone could answer, a little voice was getting louder from down the hall.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Scarlett turned around and squatted to be eye level with her little girl. “Hey baby!”

“Look I broke my arm!” She was grinning from ear to ear despite the tears being stained on her face. It was such a Lowman thing to do. “Its pretty cool, right?”

Scarlett was going to answer, but it truthfully wasn’t the right time to reprimand her, she had been through enough and she’d talk to her at home about listening and making better decisions. “The coolest, but I’m just glad you’re okay. I was scared.”

“So was Pops.” Lex pointed to Happy. “Pops, look at my cast! They let me draw on it and look I did a smiley like the tattoos you and the one mom has!” She raised her arm to Happy.

The silence between everyone was very prominent, the tension rose. Some eyes looked over at eachother, some looked at Scarlett to guage her response, guage Happy’s. Tig was the first one to speak with humor in his voice, a shrug falling off his shoulders and the sentence he spoke earned him a look from everyone.

“Well at least it wasn’t one of us that did something inappropriate.”

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stacie-marie-bloom · 2 years

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GLASS HEARTS: Chapter Seven Nestor Octeva Fanfiction

Word Count: 1152

Nestor watched as Ruby struggled with her words, how she refused to look at him. He could handle torturing all kinds of people to extract information from them, but he could feel guilt rise into his chest like acid for lying to the redheaded woman before him. His thoughts were starting to cloud and the once sure man was beginning to doubt the choice he had made. Yet it was also too late to turn back, for here Ruby was telling of her past life.

"When I left for college, I vowed to myself to never go back." Laughing slightly at that statement Ruby finally looked Nestor in the eyes. "Forever and never are two short words that represent a significant amount of time in one's life. Any who I broke that promise, ended up returning home when Abel was born and stayed through six years of hell before finally leaving. Probably the only people from that life I keep in contact with are of course my mother, and Happy. Though the latter of the two is more spiritic than consistent." Ruby took a deep breath and looked out the window beside her. It wasn't everything but how was one supposed to expose themselves and all the trauma they endured?

Moments that felt like hours past before one of the two finally broke the silence. "If that life was so difficult, why did you choose to work for the Galindos? Surely you knew what kind of world you were getting yourself into?" Nestor probed.

"Maybe I am just glutton for punishment." Ruby slightly laughed. "I promise none of my old connections would have been a part of what happened. It's been at least four years since I left and all of those bridges were burnt." The redhead got serious again, finally looking at Nestor with pleading eyes. "Nestor, I swear on my life that my past life has nothing to do with Cristobal's kidnapping. I want him found just as much as you." Boldly Ruby reached her hand across the table gently taking the man's hand in front of her. "Please believe me."

The man, in the cartel world known as a mercenary was melting at the simple gesture of holding a woman's hand. Not just any woman, but again he has to remember his position as head of security for the Galindos. Clearing his throat, Nestor removed his hand from Ruby's. "I believe you, just had to confirm and get the story from you. Instead of assuming."

Nestor watched Ruby, how she moved her hand back to her coffee, how the redhead fidgeted with the position of her cup. All he wanted was to reach across the table and hold her hand again. 'What is this woman doing to me?' Nestor thought to himself before looking in Ruby's eyes. The mercenary knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was telling the truth. Even though he did not know her as he wished, Nestor knew she wouldn't lie. What he was itching to know most was her actual relationship with the rough biker.

"How are things at the house? How is Emily?" Ruby so desperately wanted to change the topic. Her heart sank the moment Nestor pulled his hand away, avoiding his gaze and feeling foolish. 'What was I thinking, he probably saw the way Happy kissed me and wants nothing to do with that.' Ruby berated herself for being so bold. She was actually so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she completely missed what Nestor had said.

"Ruby?" Nestor finally stopped talking about the family he and the redheaded woman worked for. The mercenary took notice in the absence of joy in the woman's eyes. This time he was the one to slightly touch the other's hand. Almost instantly Ruby was pulled from her trance and looked at the man before her.

"I'm sorry, I zoned out. Do you mind repeating? Promise I'll pay attention this time." Ruby admitted sheepishly.

"I was just saying how Emily is doing the best that she can with the situation. It's interesting to watch though because she has been more invested in the family business than ever. Are you okay though? I know our conversation about your past must have been difficult but you seem even more out of it than before." Nestor examined Ruby, her eyes were dark and normally that was the only place he would find light.

"Yeah. It's just that talking about everything is practically dejavu, old demons coming back to haunt. I'll be fine I promise." Ruby smiled but Nestor could see right through it. "Are you doing okay Nestor? We've been talking about me and my past but haven't even discussed how you are handling the chaos back home."

She was deflecting, her heart was genuine but he also knew she was deflecting. "I have been alright. Just trying to keep everyone safe, get Cristobal back, and keep Miguel sane." Laughing slightly at the last half of the sentence Nestor continued. "The latter of those though is probably the most difficult."

The small redhead tilted her head to the side observing the man before her, his walls were slowly coming down. His face became softer as he spoke of those he held near to his heart. Ruby saw similarities between the two but they were also vastly different from one another. Both were rough around the edges, with glass hearts surrounded by barbed wire to protect it, though their exterior is sharp, the heart was soft. It is fragile that has been calloused by this world and they have learned to protect it the best way they could. Ruby noticed how they were different from each other as well though. How Happy was always rigid, even around his club. Yet Nestor was a lot more relaxed around the Galindos. Although Nestor would be on high alert while out, when home he was a lot more relaxed.

"Nestor, how did you join Galindo's security team?" Ruby finally spoke after an extended pause.

"Miguel and I grew up together, we were practically brothers. Once we graduated high school I joined the Navy and Miguel left for college. Although we knew he was going to take over the family business someday. When my time in the military was up Mr. Galindo reached out for me to join the security team, then once Miguel took over I was promoted." Nestor paused for only a moment before starting up another conversation.

This went on for sometime, the two having conversations about how they grew up, likes and dislikes. For the first time in the time spent working together they were genuinely getting to know one another on a personal level. It was Nestor's phone ringing that interrupted the two talking. One of the men from the Galindo security team called and by the expression on Nestor's face their time was up.

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purplerain85 · 2 years

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Love Hurts

Paring: Happy Lowman x Reader

Thank you to @yourwonkywriter for reading this before hand

Warning: Extreme heartbreak, OC death (no graphic details but there is mention of blood), Hurt/then angry revengeful Happy.

Summary: someone from Happy’s pass has come back for retaliation and Y/N just happens to be the one that gets caught alone at their house. Based on Love Hurts by Nazareth. Chibbs, Tig, and Bobby, Jax, Gemma make an appearance.

Tag 🏷: @yourwonkywriter @withmyteeth @nestorsgirlfriend @chibsytelford @tellingyouastory @raewritesfiction @challengeahellcat @redpoodlern @twistneteclipse @darklydeliciousdesires @indefiniteimagines @anotherredwoodoriginal

A/N: I honestly have no idea where this idea came from and I wanna apologize now.

Happy was standing at the bar with Gemma and the boy when Chibbs phone rang and it showed Y/N Chibbs laughs and says “Y/N drunk dial me again?” Poking fun at Happy who makes a face and says “it was a misdial, don’t get to excited” Chibbs answers and put it on speaker and the gut wrenching scream that came though the speaker put everyone on high “ HAAAPPPY!! HELP! Fuck you! Ow ow Ow! Snake 🐍 tattoo neck!” Then the phone goes silent

Gemma screams “GO! I’ll call Unser!” Happy instantly regretted driving the van to the shop he knew Jax, Chibbs, Tig, Bobby would get there first, which made he fell a little at easy but then the Snake Tattoo comment made him remember something.

The boys pull up to Happy and Y/N’s house and the door was kicked in. Jax tells Tig to keep and eye out for Happy and keep him outside until they know what is happening. And tells Chibbs to check out back and takes Bobby in the front with him. They make their way to the front door and sees all the blood Jax calls out “Y/N!!!!” Bobby notices here first between the bedroom and the hall and instantly goes to her. She is barely hanging on and starts to fight off Bobby until she recognizes his voice “Y/N calm down and try to tell me what you remember? I know Happy taught you how to remember certain things?” At the mention of Happy’s name you start to hyperventilate and say “don’t wanna leave him!” Bobby lies to you “you are not going to leave him but I need you to tell me what you remember!” just as Chibbs joins Jax and Bobby and says “Jesus”

She says “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Y/N is starting to choke on her blood and coughs Bobby who is holding as best as he can and to make her as comfortable as he can he looks at Jax and Chibbs and shakes his head signalling that you are not going to make it. He says “you did good darling”. Y/N say tell Ha-ha-ppy that I love him with everything I had and I don’t blame him and not to blame himself.” With that she is gone.

Just then they hear the van coming up the street and Chibbs says “I got happy! Tig will need help keeping him out” Chibbs walks out the front door to Tig and tells him “she’s dead and we have to keep him out or he is going to lose his shit” tig say “oh fuck! how the fuck are we going to do that he is crazy about the woman and if need be he will shot us!” Chibbs says “I will figure out what to tell him but if need to we will fight him if we need to.”

Happy pulls up and hopes out only to be stopped by Tig and Chibbs and Chibbs tells him “you don’t wanna go in there, you don’t wanna remember her like that brother” Happy looks at him confused for half a second and says “no! No she’s not” just then Gemma pulls up with Mercer and comes up to Happy, Tig and Chibbs and says “what happened?” Jax and Bobby walk out the front both are visibly upset Jax is crying and Bobby is covered in blood. Gemma says “Happy I am so sorry I don’t even know what to say”. Happy attempts to make charge to the house and it takes everyone to keep him out and Chibbs “saying you don’t wanna see her like that! I will be haunted how I saw her!”

Bobby says “she told me to tell you that she loves you and she doesn’t blame you!” Happy never being a man of many emotions is full on crying over the first woman besides his mother that he truly loved and he knows it’s his fault regardless of what Y/N says. He looks at Bobby and says “what else did she say?” Bobby looks at him “we need to deal with this before we deal with that person, we have to give her some peace and once she is laid to rest we will revisit what we are dealing with”

Jax looks and Unser “get the coroner here and make sure she is treated properly she is not to go to Skeeter or we will have another body, I also hope you know we will be dealing with this together and the moment we notice you are not making any progress we will take over from you cause you know if we don’t Happy will go rogue and will kill everything he thinks is blocking his way to this person.” Unser says “figured that was how it was going to play out. Tell happy that I am sorry for his loss.”

Five days later

The guys, Gemma and the crow eaters had gotten Happy’s place cleaned even though he hasn’t been back there and probably will sell or set it on fire he know he would never go back there. Two days after Y/N murder Happy finally got to see her and get his goodbye he was grateful that Chibbs stopped him from going in the house see her in the morgue was hard enough for him and he isn’t even sure he has ever cried this much the 6 year he got with her didn’t seem long enough he wanted to marry her and have babies with her but someone took that from him.

Now five days later is was her funeral, Gemma took over cause Happy was to depressed and couldn’t even talk about flowers let alone caskets. Gemma went all out for the funeral and found the perfect spot in the graveyard after she will be cremated where Happy could visit Y/N alone it was under a Willow tree where the tree will always shade and protect them. She made sure she was going to be buried in her favourite dress. She found a crematorium two hours away who was willing to do it for her. She got the flowers set up and even though Gemma thought it was best not too Happy wanted an open casket he didn’t want to say his final goodbyes to a lid.

Just before the funeral Bobby called a meeting so he could tell everyone what Y/N said “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Jax ask “Happy does that sound familiar?” Happy nodded “I know who it is he blames me for his brothers overdose but I was just with the drug dealer who sold him the drugs and Tyler was killed in another drug deal about 10 years ago I figured that was that but I guess I was wrong and completely let my guard down and Y/N paid the price” Chibbs “where do we find this fucker? Cause I think I can speak for everyone and say we need to find him and torture him tell he is dead!” Happy says “no this is my fight and it’s something I cannot drag you guys in”

Tig says “no offence Brother a little late for that! We are all affected by this not just you we are all hurting and there is a lot less light around this place now that Y/N is dead so again where do we find him?” Happy looks at everyone and for the first time sees how hurt his brothers are and feels even more pain and says “we will look for him after we put Y/N to rest as I know someone who will probably know. And if they won’t there will be a lot more Happy faces added”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the church the song Gemma picked was Y/N favourite song 🎵 You are my Sunshine by Music Travel Love🎵 which was a Johnny Cash cover it made everyone cry even more. Jax, Happy, Chibbs and Bobby made the drive up to the crematorium was quiet and mournful as they made their way there more and more charters joined to make sure they got there and it was then how much Happy realized Y/N touched everyone and it broke him even more and all he could think “Revenge!! I will show you Revenge!! I will take every single person he knows out so he knows I am coming and he will have nowhere to hide and plans to make his death even more painful then he made Y/N death.”

At the crematorium John was waiting for them to show up he closed early and made sure no one would be there but the small party that was showing up well that was what he was expecting he didn’t except over 60 bikers to show up with a van. Jax got out and greeted John and said they were expected here and John said “I wasn’t expecting so many people just a couple people.” Jax said “only the ones in the van who were going in, thank you for doing this for us” they got Y/N out from the back of the van and loaded her into the fire pit. John showed them how to work it and left them to have their final farewell.

After they said their goodbyes they left Happy alone he whispered to her “I am so very sorry this happened to you and I should have know better to let you get involved with me. I am so happy I got to love you with every ounce of my being even though I never deserved you or your heart. I will make this right even though it will never bring you back I promise never to go to your grave tell I get him. I love you so much Y/N I always will tell I can be with you again” he wiped his face pushed the table in closed the door and turned the fire one and stood there watching for what seemed like forever. He would make sure he told John that he would want some of your ashes for a tattoo and for ring he was going to get made.

16 months later

20 bodies later and 20 kills later they finally found him and it took him 8 days for his body to finally give out with the tranquilizers and other pills that Tig was able to get his hands on. Happy felt a little more at peace knowing he was gone.

He got a ring made with your ashes made and he always wears it on his ring finger. Today he got the tattoo he designed for Y/N to have your ashes added in with the ink. It was put over his heart with the saying “You are my Sunshine” with your favourite flowers.

He visits your gave almost every day now.

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— i have ~10 years of roleplay experience and i’m currently seeking sons of anarchy roleplays - double up oc x cc.

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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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