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Violent Little Thing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You huff a laugh and nod. "YN."

"Juice."

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

"Yeah."

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

"Forreal?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why Charming?"

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

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

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

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

Tig snorts. "And the real story?"

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

Tig and Juice laugh as Happy smirks at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Little after five."

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

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

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

His lips twitch. "Worth it."

. .

. .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything and everything."

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

. .

. .

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

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

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

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

"Friends don't stake claims."

"We're possessive friends."

Happy had snorted but didn't correct you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's my baby sister."

"Oh hell…"

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

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

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

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

"What about Juan or Happy?"

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

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

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

. .

. .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck. Off."

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

"Don't you fucking touch her."

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

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

That causes all three men to laugh some more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah."

"They desperately wanna come out to play."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thwack.

Thwack. A scream.

Crack!

"Shit. I think that was his skull," Juice mutters.

YN screams as she continues to wail on the man with her bat, caving his skull further and further in, to the point there's now a puddle of blood beneath his head and splattering with every pull back.

The barn doors open, and Happy and Juice tense when armed men start to file in, but they exhale with relief when they see Jax, Tig, Chibs, and Opie in the mix. All the unfamiliar men take in the scene with an air of indifference, but it's the expressions of the Sons that almost make Happy laugh out loud. They'd only known YN to laugh, feed them, or threaten the croweaters with violence. None of them, with the exception of himself, Juice, and Tig, knew the violence she was capable of.

"Uh, a little help?" Juice calls out. "My arms are killing me over here."

Tig rushes over, pulling out a blade to cut his brothers free. "What the fuck happened?"

"One of them threatened to rape her and she just lost her shit."

Juice is cut free first, and he immediately stands, rubbing his raw wrists. As Jax checks in with him, Happy is cut free.

"Boss, should we stop this?" Someone asks.

Happy looks over in time to see a guy in a suit grimace when blood is flung onto his pristine boots. "Do you want to get in the middle of that? You know how YN is. Let's just let her run out of steam."

As the guy steps back in line with a nod of agreement, Happy huffs and stands. He stalks over to YN until he's behind her. Then when she raises the bat high above her head, Happy lunges. He manages to grip the bat where it isn't slick and pulls it from YN's grasp.

Still very much livid, especially now that your weapon's been ripped from you, you whirl around to start screaming expletives and pummel whoever it is with your bound fists. Instead, arms are wrapped around you, keeping your arms stuck between your chest and another, and there's a gruff voice in your ear saying, "It's over. It's over, baby. The cavalry's here. You can stop now."

It takes a long minute for the voice to infiltrate the fog of rage, and then a moment to realize who's speaking.

When your struggles cease, Happy leans back a little to look down at you, but with his arms still wrapped around you. "You back?"

"Y-Yeah. M'sorry."

Happy grunts and leans his face closer to yours, and for a moment you think he's about to kiss you. Instead, he presses his forehead against yours as his eyes close, and he exhales with relief. "Don't be. That was hot as fuck."

You huff a quiet laugh as a bout of silence ensues, but then one of your brothers decides to ruin it.

"Hey, Lowman, we'll give you a million dollars if you give her your last name and take her off our hands."

You jerk in Happy's hold, turning to glare at all your smirking brothers. "Fuck off!" Laughter ensues at your disgruntled expression before Juice fills them in on what happened, and then Happy is tugging on your bound wrists so you look back at him before finally cutting you free. "Thank you."

One hand grasps the hair at the back of your head, gripping a little tight as he holds you in place so he can press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's get you home. You're covered in blood, and I need to take a look at your arm."

Glancing at your arm, you shrug. It stings, yeah, but it doesn't seem deep enough. And then just as you go to take a step, Happy swoops you up into a bridal carry.

It's then you notice that you, Happy, and Juice are all barefoot, and it's Juice who answers your unasked question. "You sleep like the dead, girl. Happy and I heard them enter the house, but they still managed to get the drop on us."

"I'm getting you a goddamn dog," Happy grumbles in response.

"Only if you clean up after it." He grunts and you grin. If he wanted a guard dog for you, then he was cleaning up any messes.

Outside the barn, suggestions are made about where to go now. Jax suggests the clubhouse, but at the wrinkling of your nose, Happy says you'll be going home. Your brothers mention not everyone can go because that many vehicles will draw attention, so Jax suggests sending your brothers' men back to the club with Opie and Chibs. They agree, and then you're loaded up into an Escalade with your brothers and Happy.

When you get to your house, Tig mentions that they had cleaned up and straightened your furniture after they figured out what had happened. You thank him and let Happy carry you to your bathroom while Juice takes the guest bathroom.

As Happy sets you on the counter, you watch as he gets the first aid kit from beneath your sinks. "They're gonna talk."

"Let them. The club already thinks we're fuckin'."

You snort. "Please. They should know by now that I'd never settle for a relationship where the guy gets to fuck around when he's on the road." Happy freezes with the antiseptic spray bottle in his hand before shaking himself free of thought and spritzing your arm where you were cut.

"Is that why you haven't given me the go-ahead to slip between your thighs?"

You smile at his blunt question and then wince when he wipes your arm clean. "Pretty much. I'm not a fan of my partner sticking his dick or tongue in some rando pussy, then coming home and doing the same to me." Happy grunts and you arch an eyebrow at him. "Would you be okay with me visiting my brothers and sucking someone's dick before coming home to you?"

"Fuck no."

"Exactly." You grin triumphantly. "So, unless you plan to stop dicking down croweaters or sweetbutts, the most you'll get out of me is some cuddling."

Stepping back, Happy tosses the used gauze pads into the trashcan and then reaches into your shower stall to turn on the water. Then looking at you, he demands, "Strip."

"If I fully strip, there's no going back. You're mine and mine alone." You hop off the counter, slipping off your ruined shirt without batting an eye. "I was calm and collected at your parties before because we're friends, but that all changes after this. I won't take it easy on any woman touching what's mine."

Happy smirks as he eyes you in your bra and jeans, and then strips off his shirt. "Good."

You've seen the man shirtless only a handful of times, but seeing his ink never fails to give you pause. You reach out for the first time, tracing the snake tattoo that takes up a majority of his chest and upper abdomen, before you trace the various happy faces on the side of his waist. You feel his abdominal muscles twitch and then between one heartbeat and the next, Happy's crowding you against the sink counter and angling your head up.

His kiss is as aggressive as you figured it'd be, his tongue sliding against yours and teeth digging into your bottom lip. You give as good as you get, nails digging into either side of Happy's waist as you kiss him. Then when the need for air arises, you pull back and try to catch your breath. "Well okay then."

Moving out from Happy's reach, you strip, uncaring of your nudity and then step into the steaming shower. Happy isn't too far behind you, but you're not too interested in seeing him fully naked as you are cleansing a stranger's blood from your body. Standing under the waterfall, you watch as the shower floor turns red. Happy presses in close behind you so he's under the water as well, and you straighten up before leaning your head back onto his shoulder, smiling softly at his hardness that presses against your ass.

"No funny business, Lowman. At least not until we've eaten a fuck ton and slept for a day or two."

He grunts. "Agreed."

You immediately start washing your hair, and you're surprised when Happy takes it upon himself to lather up some soap on your bath pouf to wash your body. For the most part he behaves himself, but when his thumb oh so casually brushes over your nipples, you slap his thigh and pay him back when it's your turn to wash him. He grunts when you take his dick in hand and thrusts into your soapy palm, but you quickly release him to finish washing his body.

"Fuckin' tease."

"You started it."

You get out of the shower first, smirking as Happy tells you he'll be out in a moment. You know exactly what that moment's going to entail since his hand is already stroking his cock before you can even find a towel.

"You gonna want something to eat?"

"Send Tig to get burgers and fries."

"Alright."

Back in your room, you can hear a muttered conversation from somewhere in your house. Clutching the towel around your body, you stick your head out your door. "Tig!"

"What?"

"Happy said to go get us some burgers, fries, and Cokes!"

"Do I look like a fuckin' maid?!" Tig appears in the hall, hands on his hips.

You grin at him. "No, but I do have a maid's costume. Wanna try it on?" Tig gapes and you laugh at his expression. "Come on, Tig. Please? You can grab some cash from the junk drawer."

"Fine. But only because I know Hap will murder me if I don't, not because I'm picturing you in a teeny tiny maid's outfit."

"Sure, buddy. Thank you!"

Tig grumbles as he turns to march out of your house and then you worry about getting dressed. You dress in nothing but a sports bra and boy short underwear, and then with a reluctant sigh you head to the front. Everyone's in your kitchen, sitting around your table, and your brothers groan when they see how little you're wearing.

"Oh, shut up. You've seen me in clothes like this before."

"In tights, not underwear," one brother grumbles.

"Just be glad they're boy shorts and not a g-string."

All your brothers groan yet again whereas the Sons find the interaction amusing. You take a seat at the table, grimacing a little and touching at your raw wrists.

"Let me get that for you," Juice says. He leaves to, no doubt, grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. Then taking a seat next to you, he asks, "Did Hap disinfect your arm?"

"Yeah. Just spritz it again and wrap it. It'll be fine."

As soon as Juice gets to work, Happy enters the kitchen in nothing but a pair of jeans hanging off his hips.

"Jesus," one of your brother's mumbles. "Are people suddenly allergic to clothes around here?"

You grin as Jax arches an eyebrow at his friend. "You have clothes here?" Happy nods and sits, and you quickly introduce him to your brothers while Jax looks at Juice to say, "You seem to know your way around this place too."

"It's because they practically live here when they're not at the clubhouse," you say. "Hap's moved his shit in my room, and Tig and Juice have slowly taken over my guest room." Then glancing at your brothers as if you didn't just drop somewhat of a bombshell on Jax, you ask, "So what the hell happened?"

Juice taps above one of your raw wrists and you situate them so he can disinfect them.

Your eldest brother meets your gaze. "There's a new family in town- Jimenez. They're trying to make a name for themselves and thought they could intimidate us." You scoff as your other brother's chuckle. "When they didn't get the reaction they were looking for, they came up with the bright idea to target the weak link. They thought they had the perfect candidate when they found out we had a baby sister."

"Joke's on them, you're fuckin' psycho," another brother muses.

"I'm not-"

"We literally walked in on you bashing a guy's head in."

"And let's not forget the whole reason you're in Charming is because you tried to burn down your ex's house while he was still inside."

"Or that one time you wrecked your car into that other girl's car all because she broke your friend's heart."

"That cunt cheated on him. She deserved every bit of karma I dished out."

Jax snorts, shaking his head. "Christ. You and Hap are gonna be a pain in my ass."

"You know it."

Tig shows up just after Juice is finished with your wrists. Juice then dishes out the food to you, Happy, and himself, and you get up to grab drinks from the fridge. As you settle back down, Jax and your brothers watch in surprise at how the three of you go to town on your provided meals.

"So, what exactly does one do as a mafia princess?" Jax wonders.

Chewing the food in your mouth, you only answer him after taking a drink of your soda. "I'm the family hacker. If they need a computer hacked into to gather information or scrub information, I get called in."

"So, in other words, you're female Juice," Tig says.

You laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." Juice grins and you reach over to fist bump him.

You continue eating as Jax speaks with your brothers, listening as this small portion of the Sons of Anarchy are filled in about what business your family gets up to. When you're finished eating, you stand and start gathering up the trash to toss. While you're up, you grab yourself a glass of water and some Ibuprofen. Then after downing four pills, you head back to reclaim your seat at the table, only for Happy to gently grab you by the arm and tug you down onto his thigh.

Your brothers don't care about your new chair, but Jax, Juice, and Tig can't help but raise an eyebrow.

"So, is this a thing?" Jax wonders, gesturing between you and Happy.

As you drape an arm behind Happy's shoulders to settle more against him, you smirk. "What's the matter, Teller? Scared?"

He huffs and then stares at Happy, but the man beneath you merely says, "Gonna start drawing up a crow. Does that answer your question?"

The kitchen goes eerily quiet and then…

"Holy shit. Hap's actually gonna take a woman," Juice says in awe.

"This is a momentous occasion. We gotta throw a rager." The glint in Tig's eyes has you narrowing your own eyes at him.

"You just wanna see a girl fight. Don't you?"

"Hap's been possessive of you since you first showed up to the clubhouse, but now that you're staking a claim, the thought might have crossed my mind."

"Are you sure you wanna see that?" One of your brother muses. "YN might traumatize a few poor souls."

Tig smiles. "I look forward to it."

You roll your eyes at Tig's excitement about possibly seeing you fight and your brothers chuckle. The Sons really had no idea what they were in for when someone tested your patience.

Standing, you keep a hand on Happy's shoulder as you say, "Well as much as I love, like, and appreciate all of you, you need to go. I'm exhausted and I still need to sleep off whatever I was drugged with."

Jax grins. "Is that code for us to get the hell out so you can bang Happy's brains out?"

Snorting, you shake your head as your brothers all grimace. "No. I'm seriously exhausted. The fucking will come later after we're well rested. I have a feeling I'm gonna need loads of energy for Hap."

Your brothers all make noises of disgust as they stand, and you take a moment to hug and kiss each of their cheeks on their way out. You promise to call when you're feeling better and then you're ushering the Sons out as well.

Locking up after everyone has left, you head to your room where you find Happy stripping off his jeans. He's in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs as he pulls your blanket back before sliding under and you pad over to do the same. You meet him in the middle, laying on your side as you drape one arm over his abdomen. With your head on his arm, you snuggle closer and Happy reaches for your leg to have it draped over his thigh so you're as close as can be without actually laying on top of him.

"Were you serious? About the crow?" You ask right before you drift off.

"Does that freak you out?"

"Not really. But if I get your mark, you're getting mine."

Happy huffs. "And just what is your mark?"

"My lips and name." You run your hand across his abdomen before walking your fingers down to one of the few empty patches of skin, below his belly button and right beneath where the snake's tail curls. "Right here."

"Above my dick, you mean?"

"Mhmm."

Happy grunts and then squeezes you a little tighter to him. "We'll see, princess. Now get some sleep."

[marvelous-slut]

Revenge - Happy Lowman

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

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

Those thoughts all were nice while they lasted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Revenge. It’s a sweet, sweet thing.

[mysticalmallard]

Clubhouse Crush

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

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

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

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

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

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

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

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What a Mess

Contains: Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy nodded, "That's fair."

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

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

Happy smiled, "Hell yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, "Yes she did."

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

You shrugged, "You know what I like."

"Yeah, I do."

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fin

@darqchilddaydreamz

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Good morning lovely could I possibly get happy and #15 pleaseeeeee

Good morning, my sweet! Lovely seeing you pop up in my inbox, as always. Here you are!

"Is that my baby I hear pitter pattering towards me?" he asks, crouched at the side of his bike, carrying out a couple of repairs. He left you sleeping that morning, after wearing you out to the point of exhaustion. Your horny time matches his, 6am, or as you've coined it since you got together, Happy time.

"It is, the one and only," you coo, stopping behind him and kissing his shoulder after padding into the garage barefoot, walking around to seat yourself up on the slightly less cluttered area of the long, built-in workbench. It only takes him three seconds to notice that it isn't just your feet that are bare.

"Not dressing today?"

You cock your head, smiling brightly. "No. Thought I'd go without. Besides, they'd only get in the way of what I have in mind."

Immediately, the rachet spanner in his hand ceases its clicking movement, Happy looking up at you. “Again? How can you want it again? Jesus, I’ve never met anyone so fucking horny before!” His words are delivered with incredulity, but the smile that begins to creep across his handsome face, well...

"Yes, again." You smile sultrily, uncrossing your legs, Happy's eyes darting right between them. "Right now, if you wouldn't mind."

The spanner is dropped, Happy only pausing to wipe the smears of grease from his hand before he's crossing the space between you, rumbling with chuckles. "Mind? Hell no, beautiful. Come here."

[theycallmequeenie]

A Very Happy Christmas

A/N: Sorry, this has taken me so long to write. It’s been a chaotic week or so. My mother has kept me busy working on making this a good Christmas for my nephew and I guess trying to keep our minds off this being our first Christmas without my grandmother, her mother. So yeah, finally got some time to myself that I can sit and focus on writing. Hope you enjoy this one.  

With love, Queenie.

Warning: This will contain terribly written smut that will most likely be out of character for our cherished Happy. Please proceed with caution. There will be talk of unprotected intercourse in this fic. Please always wrap it before you tap it, unless you are in a committed relationship and KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt both consenting parties are clean. This ends my PSA portion of this warning.  (Hopefully this will get me comfortable with writing smut for this character so it can be included in one of the Lexie and Happy chapters.)

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Y/N had had a hard year. She ended up moving into a small California town that reminded her of ‘Mainstreet America’. It was almost all family owned and operated everything except for the police station, which was run by the county, and the local garage, that was run by the town’s motorcycle club, the Sons of Anarchy.

It was early spring when Y/N moved into her small home in the quiet town. As she was settling herself in her new hometown, she would occasionally bump into the members of the MC here and there. She would always offer each member a kind smile and she would usually receive a nod in return from each man.

It had been eight weeks since moving in that Y/N was nose deep in her grocery list and not paying attention when she literally ran into one of the leather clad men. On instinct she automatically starts apologizing before even looking up to see which one she had run into. Fortunately for Y/N, she had run into one of the friendlier men who introduced himself as Tig.

Tig did his best to calm the stammering and flustered Y/N down as she had heard enough from the other townsfolk to know what the Sons were and had been told by most to avoid their bad side. After many failed subtle attempts to calm her he finally out of desperation raised his voice to her and clapped a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Doll! Look it’s okay really. I get it, we were both in our own little world instead of paying attention to the world around us. If you are that upset and intent on making it up to me, why don’t you come out to TM tonight for a party. We always enjoy having a pretty face around…”

Y/N blushed at his invitation and tried to refuse saying she didn’t really belong there, but Tig ended up insisting and ultimately winning out. He offered her a smile and a wink before going on his way.

Later Y/N was in her home getting ready for what she expected to be an uncomfortable evening of being a wall flower at a MC party. Questioning why she even let the blue-eyed man talk her into going in the first place. She sighed to herself, shook her head as she finished dressing, and got ready to go.

Y/N went to the party at the clubhouse and surprisingly enjoyed herself she got to know some of the members and was invited back for the next party at the clubhouse to which she willingly agreed and attended.

This became Y/N’s weekly routine for several weeks, from late spring into the summer and into the early fall. In the early fall she was asked to start working in the office of the garage when the woman who had been working quit leaving the club in a bind.

This led to Y/N spending every day and most evenings including the Friday night parties, which she started spending talking to some of the members she had become friends with mainly Tig and another member called Chibs who was the President of the club, who enjoyed telling her the history of the club, or as much of it as he could tell an outsider at least.

Some more weeks pass and before everyone knows it it’s the Friday before Christmas and everyone was rushing around the garage trying to complete last minute plans and things before that night’s party. Y/N had been in the office until late in the evening, focused on the paperwork that needed to be finished not noticing the club’s festivities had already begun around her. Nor had she noticed the club Sargent at Arms slipping quietly into the office to see why she had yet to join them.

Happy Lowman was a quiet man in nature, he was more actions than words type. He knew that Y/N was alone in the world and that’s why she had moved to Charming. To get away from all those memories. Happy did his best to keep his distance from her as he didn’t want to complicate things for either of them, but the few times he had gotten close to her he could almost feel the sadness that rolled off her. And while he was told on many occasions that he was heartless; it wasn’t true and being around Y/N proved it to him and every other person who saw them interact.

Happy was concerned when he had noticed that Y/N wasn’t partying with the rest of the club and it’s hang-arounds, he was secretly relieved to see that she had let herself get engulfed in the paperwork in the Teller-Marrow office. He had feared she had snuck away to her lonely little home to avoid all the ruckus that was going on across the clubhouse.

He stood for a few moments waiting to see if Y/N would notice him on her own, he didn’t want to startle her, but she wasn’t looking up or paying attention to anything but the forms in front of her. He stood a few steps away from her desk and gently cleared his throat with a soft growl before tapping lightly on the desk.

Y/N jumped lightly at the unexpected sound but on realize who the sound came from she offered up a small, sad smile, “Oh, Hap I’m sorry I didn’t notice you come in. I guess I got too engrossed in this mess…”  Y/N gestured to pile of papers on the desk. Y/N did everything she could to ignore the little flutter in her chest, thinking it was from him startling her, not just him.

“I noticed.” He replied in his gruff tone but offered her a half smile to show her he was joking before perching himself on the edge of the desk next to her making sure to keep her undivided attention. “I noticed you weren’t at the party and got worried. I thought you skipped out on us this week.” He frowned gently as he finished his statement, the thought of her being alone in general didn’t sit right with him.

Y/N shook her head, “No haven’t skipped out yet, I wanted to get this all taken care of before I left for the night.” For some reason her voice was softer than normal, and she wasn’t sure why.

Hearing her all but admit she wasn’t planning on joining them for their party tonight upset Happy and in response he instinctively stiffened and pulled away from her form a moment getting up to stomp around the office pacing trying to form an argument that would convince her to stay with the club, with him tonight.

“So, you were planning on leaving without going to the clubhouse tonight. You tired of us already, Y/N?” he tried to hide his face from her as he spoke, he knew it had to be contorting in anger. Or at least he thought it was anger because he was definitely not hurt at the thought of her wanting to be alone instead of with the club or him. He almost rolled his eyes at himself for thinking like this

Y/N frowned and shook her head, “Hap, I’m not in the right headspace for all of that tonight.” She paused and gestured toward the clubhouse. “Those people in there want to have a good time and they want to have fun and well Tig is in that mix, so you know at least one of them wants sex.” She chuckled dryly and is joined by Happy who knows his brother all too well. “Happy, I just don’t want to bring any of them down, including you. I’m not in a people friendly mood.”

This time Happy growled louder this time, and his annoyance showed not only in his growling but on his face too. Y/N noticed his expression on his face and tensed up, which he noticed and started mentally kicking himself. The last thing he wanted was her on the defensive.

Standing Y/N rested her hands on the edge of the desk, “Look Happy, I don’t know what you want…”

Before Y/n could complete the thought Happy closed the space between them and backed Y/N against the wall of the small office, boxing her in with his strong tan arms. His horse voice harsh but quiet enough for only Y/N to hear, “You.”

Y/N looked up at Happy, eyes wide from the surprise of his confession. “Hap….”

Happy didn’t let her speak further, before she knew it his lips were on hers and his tongue was making its way into her mouth to dance with her tongue. Y/N placed her hands on his chest not to stop him, instead seeking another point of contact, Happy took an arm and placed it around her waist pulling her flush against him. He lets out a possessive growl as he kisses down her neck. And slips his hand under Y/N’s shirt wanting skin to skin contact resting his hand in the small of her back and gently started directing her toward the couch that was against the wall of the office.

Y/N started to lightly push against his chest, wanting him to pause his actions only momentarily.

Happy took a step back with an almost hurt expression flashing across his face and he watched hers for a clue as to why she would stop him.

As she caught her breath her cheeks flushed and her voice shook, “Hap, as much as I am all for this,” she paused to gesture between the both of them, “to happen… Could it maybe not happen here in the office? I’m not really an exhibitionist and I’d prefer to not have your brothers walk in on us in the act, so to speak….”

Y/N watched Happy, knowing he wasn’t a man of many words hoping he would vocalize a response and not just storm off like she had witnessed him do in the garage prior to the moment. He had no plans on storming off this time.

Happy cleared his throat, “So you’re not saying, ‘No, stop completely’ you’re saying, ‘No, not here’, correct?” Happy watched Y/N closely for any hint of hesitation when she responded. There was none when she nodded confirming his thought process. He spoke again, “And you aren’t saying ‘no not now’ right?” Again, he searched her face and again she nodded. This time he nodded and looked at her with a smirk on his face, paused for only a second, scooped her up throwing her over his shoulder. Giving her a quick playful sway across her bottom as she protested his method of moving this to another location and carried her off to his dorm in the club house.

As he walked through the door of the clubhouse everyone stopped and looked to see who Happy had over his shoulder and carrying away like a Viking with his war prize. Those partying shared hoots and hollers which only made Y/N blush and tell Happy that this was not exactly what she meant when she said she wanted a change of atmosphere for what he had in mind.

Once they reached Hap’s dorm, he put her down and kicked the door shut behind him. Backing Y/N toward the bed he shrugged off his Cut off and laid it on the dresser in the room and kicked off his boots before turning his attentions back to Y/N.

He started kissing her again, this time he started working on removing Y/n’s clothes as she worked on removing his. Her shirt was removed and then his. He unbuttoned her pants, and she unbuckled his belt. They separated long enough to each remove their jeans. They both took a step back to admire the sight of each other almost naked.  Y/N’s eyes widened at the hardening shape in Happy’s boxers and Happy smirked at Y/N’s Tiffany Blue Lace bra and panty set. Happy usually preferred his women in black but this shade of blue with Y/N’s skin tone might have just become his new favorite.

Licking his lips, he closed the space again with a smirk on his face as he started murmuring in Y/N’s ear asking her if she liked what she saw and telling her that she hasn’t seen anything yet. Before Y/n knows it, her bra has been unhooked and tossed to the side and Happy has his right hand on one of her breasts as Y/N ran a hesitant hand down Happy’s torso stopping at the waist band of his boxers.

Happy chuckled at her hesitation as he traced a finger across the waistband of her panties just lightly enough for his touch to tickle as he leaned into her ear to whisper to her, “It’s not gonna bite you, Little Girl.” He slipped his finger past the thin band of elastic that held her panties in place and into her slick fold to finding his target with ease rubbing her excited nub teasingly.

As Happy teased, Y/N went from feeling his torso to holding onto his arm for support to stay upright. Letting out a little gasp she felt her knees finally give out and buckle. Before she could drop Happy’s lightening quick reflexes had her on the bed safely and resumed teasing her, rubbing her nub, and working her into a frenzy. He watched her reach the edge and started murmuring to her again encouraging her to allow herself to fall over the edge into oblivion.

He upped his tactics and sent her over into bliss. He watched her through half hooded eyes as she came down from her orgasm, grinning to himself he removed her panties and then his boxers.

Y/N repositioned herself and looked up at him as he stood stark naked before her and opened her mouth preparing to take his length into her mouth, to take care of him but he stopped her. Telling her that there would be plenty of time for that later. He needed to feel her wrapped around him. As he stroked himself a few times as she lay back spreading her legs readying herself for what she knew was going to be the best sex of her life.

As he climbed on the bed, he positioned himself between her legs, stretching his long slender frame over her body so that he was face to face with her. Lining himself up at her wet core he asks if she’s ready for him waiting till he sees her nod, he leans down and gives her a deep kiss as he starts to thrust into her.

He was fully seated inside her in a few thrusts. She felt better than he had imagined, letting out a low growl and pausing to steady himself as well as giving Y/N time to adjust to his size. Y/N places her hands along Happy’s ribs and wiggles her hips to entice him to start moving again to which he obliges and starts off slow, increasing his pace evenly, kissing and watching Y/N’s face for cues when to speed up or change the angle. As he feels her close to that edge again, he starts talking to her telling her how gorgeous she looks coming undone underneath him and how good she feels around him.

After she peaks again and as she’s coming down from her high, he withdraws from her and flips her over onto her stomach, telling her to raise her hips. Once she was ready, he reentered her thrusting this time to reach his high. He starts off with a bruising grip on Y/N’s hips and a rough pace. As he chases his high, he moves a hand to her hair as she closes in on her next peak, she begs him to get rougher with her. He obliges out of instinct as he feels his own finish drawing near. As he feels himself drawing near his high, he mutters the curtesy ‘I’m close’ and receives encouragement from Y/N that mirrored what he gave her.

Happy roared to a finish deep inside of Y/N as she crested her own peak for the third time. Happy pulled out of Y/N spent and laid beside her on the bed, placing an arm over her when she tried to get up and leave. All he muttered was a gravely, “Stay…”

Y/N looked over her shoulder at Happy with a look of surprise, “But I thought….” Y/N stopped short with her words after seeing Happy’s face. His expression surprised her as it was outside of his normal gruff expressionless exterior. She could have almost mistaken it for adoration.

Happy shook his head and reached for Y/N’s hand, taking it in his, “Not with you, you I want to stay.” Letting go of her hand he took hold of the flat sheet that was on the bed and held it up silently inviting Y/N to climb in under it with him. “Please…”

Y/N sighed and nodded quickly before sliding in beside him. Happy laid the sheet over her, pulled her close and draped an arm over her abdomen. Holding her tight to him she spoke tenderly, “Hap, you planning on this being a serious thing? You wanting to keep me or something?”

Happy smiled at her and snuggled up a little closer to her, “If you’ll let me, Little Girl. I’d like this to be a serious kinda thing…” He paused waiting to see if Y/N made any attempts to stop him or turn him down, but she didn’t, so he continued, “Merry Christmas, Little Girl.”

The End

A/N part 2: I just want to apologize for how terribly that smut session was written I am not yet a proficient smut author and am still very awkward with the whole organizing of the smut scene. This is something I am still sorta new at and as much smut as I have read over the years you would think I’d have pick up a thing or two from those novels and fics. But if you’ve made it this far, I want to say Thank you for tolerating the terrible attempt you just read. I know if I write it more, I will improve and I am hoping to write more in the future. Much love, Queenie!

@darqchilddaydreamz​  @lady-telford​

[ravennaortiz]

Halloween SOA Day 9: Graveyard

Summary: Angst with Happy Lowman. TW: Implied Death

Dying, death and funerals were not new experiences for Happy Lowman. The same could be said for tramping through graveyards, digging graves and viewing dead bodies. All these things were normal for him. Today though for the first time the Tacoma Killer was shaken to his core by each of these experiences.

He had buried brothers, family members and even those he was hired to kill but none of those had prepared him for this. For the level of grief and survivors guilt that he was experiencing. The raw emotions that were soul crushing and hugged him with a bone snapping sadness. He had been brought to his knees in the freshly turned earth, fighting for air to pass through his lungs as salty tears burned his eyes as they poured down his cheeks.

Inevitable he kept telling himself trying to reason and box up these feelings but the grim reaper wouldn’t allow for numbness. No he used his scythe to cut through the walls, forcing Happy to come to terms with his new reality as the coffin lid shut. With that brought an end to the life he knew and forced him into a new and dark one that he had no idea how to travel and now he had no guiding light.

Trapped, his grief kept him on his knees in this graveyard long after condolences had been given, long after the sun had stopped bathing him in warmth like the hugs he now yearned for one more time. Happy had no idea how long he kneeled clutching the headstone as coldness seeped through his clothes and tore at his already sensitive skin. “I just want my mom back” murmured Happy as his body once again shook with sobs as he cried out into the night.

[mrsfilipchibstelford]

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,028

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @juiceortiz (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

[rebelwrites]

Happy Lowman Series

New Tattoo

Part One || Part Two

[marvelous-slut]

idk how i keep writing about our boy happy, like i have so many WIPs and two of them are chibs & juice, literally almost done and my brain said “but how about we write one for happy AND finish it all in one day.” like ?? idk guys he has a choke hold over me and i’m not even complaining i love his ass 🫶🏻 anyways here’s to my happy fans i hope y’all enjoy some smut. this also gets no title bc my brain ain’t working enough for that right now, so sorry xx

SMUT! 18+ ONLY my friends, if you’re younger than 18 please exit left! lots of smut, didn’t proof read

“we’re gonna head to the porn studio boys, gotta talk some business with Luann.” jax says, hoping on his bike. tig stands with happy as he throws his hands up.

“come on man, we’re standing right here and you’re just gonna rub that in our faces.?” jax smirks and straps his helmet on.

“never said you guys couldn’t tag along, i know how much the two of you like pussy.” tig needs to hear no more as he walks over to his bike and hops on. happy decides to join them as he does in-fact love pussy and he definitely loves porn.

_________

immediately when entering Luann’s porn studio, tig is gone. he’s looking around the studio, he’s looking at the half naked women strutting around, he finally stops when he sees a girl on girl scene being filmed. not even a fire could take his eyes off this action. happy follows, looking around himself. he sees spots Luann speaking with a familiar face.

“holy shit.” he mutters out, he recognizes your face and body from anywhere. he’d never admit he had a favorite porn star, he did enjoy most of what he watched, but you in fact got him off quicker and made him harder than any other woman he’d watched on screen. he swears he’s seen every film you’ve had, girl on girl, straight, threesomes, but his favorites were your solos. he notices the tight royal blue dress hugging your body and he feels himself growing harder. once he sees you break away from Luann he decides to take his chances. he watches you wrap a bottle of water around his your lips, he comes over and grabs a bottle as well.

“hey.” he says, feeling like he can hardly speak, you turn around and smile at him.

“hey.” you say back to him, noticing the leather that matches your new business partners SAMCRO. he stares at you for a moment, unsure of what else to say, you decide to break the silence. “cat got your tongue?” you ask him, he puts a head on the back of his head.

“uh. no. you just look familiar.” he says, happy doesn’t usually feel nervous around anyone especially women but he felt like he was meeting a big time celebrity which he guessed that was somewhat accurate.

“which movies your favorite baby?” you ask, running a hand down his leather. he smirks, looking you up and down.

“i prefer the solos.” you smile at him, usually the answer you got from men was girl on girl. you grab his hand, leading him to the back room where you and your girls got ready. thankfully most of them were sniffing around the SAMCRO members, giving them a good time. once the two of you were in the room, you kiss him on the lips roughly.

he runs a hand up to your ass and grasps it, before you know it you feel your back against the wall. you pull away from the kiss to help him take off his kutte, as he’s doing this he also sheds the shirt he wore under. you notice all the tattoos and his muscular body, feeling your body heat up. you’d slept with plenty of men and women, you would think being on camera would take some embarrassment away from off camera sex, but not with this man. at this moment you realize you didn’t even get his name.

you pull him by the waist band of his jeans and drop to the floor to your knees, undoing his belt and letting his jeans fall to the ground. once his boxers come off, your eyes grow and a loud “wow” leaves your lips. he smirks at hearing this, he would never not feel proud hearing about how big his dick was but he was ecstatic to hear it come from his favorite porn stars lips. he feels himself twitch as you wrap your lips around him. he’s met with a hand wrapping around him as well, even tho you were some what of an expert at the matter, you weren’t about to embarrass yourself a choke on this man. he notices your hair getting in the way and decides to hold it up for you, his fist wrapping tightly around it. you pull him out of your mouth, running your tongue from the base to his head. he moans out at this action, he pulls your hair as a signal to come up to him.

before you know it, you’re laying out on the couch. happy lifts your dress up, revealing that you have no panties on underneath.

“shit girl. no panties?” he asks, you pull the top of your dress down, revealing your breast. you feel your nipples become hard from the cold air.

“makes it easier for moments like these.” he grins, pulling you to the edge of the couch, he slides himself into you without warning. you let out a moan, you were already soaking wet. usually it took a little lube for the shoots, but this man did something that no one else had done in a long time. he’s thrusting slowly, but steady.

“god damn.” he mutters out, running his hand to your breast. “pussy is even better in person than then on camera. you know how many times i’ve fantasied about this?” he hears you let out the oh so familiar moans that before he’d only heard in porn. you lift your head up and grin.

“is it all you ever dreamed of?” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to your face, kissing him sloppily and wiping away his sweat with your hand. he can feel the tops of your nails sticking into his neck. “shit. even better than that.” he says, thrusting himself into you harder than before. your moans mimicked what he has heard many times before, but it seemed more enjoyable this time around, much more authentic.

you wiggle yourself out of the corner of the couch and manage to get him to lay on his back, happy was taken back. he was used to doggy style or being in control in missionary, he couldn’t even remember the last time a woman rode him. you ease down onto his cock, “fuck.” he let’s out, he can’t believe what’s happening, it still doesn’t feel real. he feels like a teenage boy again fucking someone for the first time. you grind yourself on him, taking his hands and placing them on your hips to help guide you.

“how many times have you thought of this baby?” you ask, he digs his nails into the side of your hips, making you gasp in pleasure.

“you don’t even know.” you feel pressure building inside of you, ready to explode. “you sure do know how to work a man’s fucking cock.” the words send you over the edge, happy feels you clenching around him.

“oh my god!” you scream out, he watches your face, although he remembers plenty of the orgasms you’d had in your movies, he’d never seen one like this before. you continue riding him, finishing off your orgasm. you feel him go to push you off so he can cum himself, but you hold him down with your hands still grinding onto him.

“oh now, don’t think you didn’t do all that work to not get to cum inside of me.” you say, moving your hands to his face.

“fuck!” he let’s out, he releases into you and enjoys every second of it. no second thoughts. once the both of you have finished, you hop off him and grab the closest towel that had your initials printed onto it, specially made for you of course as you were one of Luann’s biggest earners. you throw one to happy as well, he stands up, cleaning himself off. you throw on a bright pink robe, throw your hair up into a bun and walk over to him.

“you know, i never did catch your name.”

“happy.” he says, you chuckle for a second until you realize he’s being serious.

“cute, i like it. we should do this again happy.” you say, grabbing your water and taking off to the restroom. he finished cleaning himself off and gives himself a pat on the back, realizing now he can have the real deal instead of his screen.

[mysticalmallard]

🦆: 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

Masterlist || Rules and Requests

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.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

A Gentle End

The last chapter of this was posted almost a year ago, and it's been a few months since I've posted. The truth is, life has been rough and I got a round of feedback that totally ruined my confidence so I'm taking a while to get back on the horse.

The final part of the Give Me Shelter

Contains: Angst, violence, answered questions.

1.9 K words

What is better than happy ever after?

Things had taken a turn for the better since that fateful day at the garage. The space that sometimes seemed to fill the house when he was home from a rough day was gone, replaced by the quiet of acceptance and understanding.

Right on cue, the door swung open, and Happy greeted the dogs before throwing off his shoes and walking over to you for a kiss. "How was you run dear?"

He smiled. "Good," there was a pause and he broke your gaze. "I didn't get any more info on who sent that text, it's starting to feel like we're never going to find out."

You sighed. "We've talked about this, I don't care who sent it."

You had been going back and forth for weeks over it, Happy was convinced that finding out who was behind the mess would fix everything, but you knew that once he opened that can of worms, there was no way to close it. Jax was acting like nothing happened, but given Tig's apology for leaving his phone unattended, you knew something was happening behind the scenes.

Happy flopped down on the couch, clearly ready to debate the matter again. "Well I do. I can't have someone fucking with my old lady, it just ain't right."

You knew you had to let it go, had you really asked, Happy would have dropped it, but the others wouldn't and for all his dysfunction, Jax still had some morals. "Fine, but I'm not going to be upset if you never get to the truth. I want to move on with life."

You sat next to him and leaned your head on his shoulder, and Happy reached up to stroke your cheek. You knew that now that the guns the drugs were done, things were going to calm down but the months between knowing the truth and the present had been rough and you were both tired.

"It's going to be alright little girl, I promise."

****

You awoke to knocking on the door, the dogs barking and Happy's arm slung over your naked back, you gave him a push and he groaned before rolling onto his back and rubbing his face. "That better not be one of the guys."

Happy, ever the quiet one, rubbed your leg lovingly then got up and headed towards the door. "Can you put some pants on please?"

He grinned and slid on a pair of black sweats before heading to the front door. You debated getting up to greet the interrupter but Happy made the choice for you when he called through the house that it was Juice. You threw on a robe and met them in the hallway. "You want some breakfast?"

Juice nodded with a smile. "Yes please, you got turkey bacon?" Of course you did, Juice was there enough that you always had some in the fridge.

He made himself at home as you got the food together and Happy went outside for a smoke. By the look on his face, you knew he wasn't there to deliver good news, Jax probably sent him because he knew you and Happy would take bad news better coming from his mouth.

Happy came back in and pecked your cheek before sitting next to Juice at the counter. "What are you doing here Juicy?"

Juice sighed and rubbed his face. "I know Jax promised you the weekend but Arizona will be here by six." Jax was right, there was no way you could say anything to Juice's puppy dog eyes and guilty face.

You sighed. "I'm sure Gemma will want help setting up the party. We'll have breakfast then we'll head off." You were really hoping to have a quiet day with Happy, maybe go to the park and get the dogs some pupcreams from the ice cream truck, but it seemed the ever problematic Arizona had other ideas.

"You sure you're alright with this little girl? That was a new thing too, Happy had been turning down the club a lot and more and more, and you believed that if you asked, he'd leave in a heartbeat.

You nodded. "Yeah, I gotta get out of the house anyway, this all the work at the shelter I haven't had much time to socialise." You sighed. "Breakfast first, then we'll whine about our lost lazy weekend."

****

The party was in full swing now and the conservation was easy as you sat in Happy's lap with a beer in hand. Arizona was milling around but things were strangely calm, until the biggest asshole of Arizona decided to approach the group. Nothing worked on him, the first time he had a go at you was after you brought the piglet to T-M and Happy beating the shit out of him changed nothing, nor did Juice punching him in the mouth after the next comment, when he said something horrible about the little tripod puppy that you had brought with you one day.

"I guess you're still hanging around." He was as smug as ever and a quick look at his chest showed why, despite everything, he was now the road captain.

You gave him a nasty smile and shot back your reply. "Yep, like a bad fucking smell, can I help you?"

Happy was tense at your back but he knew to let you handle it until it really crossed the line. "Nah, I was just curious about where your latest pathetic thing was. Did you get sick of playing Mother Teresa?"

There was no point in arguing, he was just being an asshole so you turned back to Jax and picked up where you left off. He didn't seem to like that because he spoke even louder, enough that everyone close could hear. "You really are bent on staying around, aren't you? I thought after you saw all that shit at the garage, you'd be out of here, maybe I should have given you more credit."

The statement struck you as odd because you didn't remember seeing him there that day, in fact, only one Arizona man was, the other had left ten minutes before to follow up on a lead. When you said as much, he tried to backtrack but the lie that someone told him fell flat, there was no way anyone would mention a witness.

You stood up, leaving room for Happy to jump in. "Did you take Tig's phone and send that text? Don't bother lying, it's pretty obvious that you did."

He crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled coldly. "Yeah I did, but hey, you're still around, so maybe I was wrong about you."

The room had gone silent and there was a chill in the air that could have frozen hell. "Are you saying you put the club at risk of capital charges because you wanted me to break up with my boyfriend?"

It seemed the oh shit moment came hard and fast because his eyes went wide before he collected himself and tried to recover. "I knew you wouldn't tell anyone, I just wanted Hap to know what you were really made of."

Happy was shaking with rage behind you but given the looks on the member's faces, this was more than just a matter between brothers now. Jax stood up, his face hard as stone and looked at you. "Go home y/n, please." You thought about refusing but Jax was mixing a thinly veiled demand with manners, you knew it was serious.

You pecked Happy's cheek and his only reaction was the slight turn of his head towards your lips before his eyes were back glaring daggers at the man. Jax shot a look at the prospect then back at you. "Call Rat if you need anything. I'll have your old man home before bedtime, don't worry." He turned to the group. "Church now." 

You gave him a slight smile and walked towards the door, placing your hand on Happy's shoulder as you went. "I love you."

You didn't even meet your eye. "You too."

****

The door swung open but when you looked up, it was Chibs with his hand on the nob. Happy walked through and smiled at you and when you got a look at his hands, it was clear why you heard a car and not a bike pull into the driveway. "Can you fix him up Lass?"

Happy's hands were swollen and bruised and two of his fingers were at a strange angle. "I'll try." Chibs flashed a smile and left, and Happy sat on the couch while you got the first aid kit.

You sat the box on the table and waved at him to remove his bloodied shirt and a wave of rage came over you when you saw the fresh tattoo. "What the fuck is that?"

He grunted. "What do you think? I fucking killed him." You knew that was going to happen by Jax's tone when he called everyone to church.

You huffed. "I ain't talking about that. I'm talking about the fact that you sat for a tattoo with two broken fingers. Do you want to get arthritis?" You rubbed your face and started to clean the open gashes on his knuckles, it would be a lie to say you were gentle, he should have come home right away, the tattoo could have waited.

"I'm sorry." His voice cracked as he spoke and you set the gauze down to look into his eyes, they were rimmed red and his breath stuttered in his chest as he continued. "You didn't deserve any of this." You fought the urge to quip back about what the other guy looked like as you picked a fragment of tooth from his finger and he stopped you to place a black and blue hand over yours. "I love you."

You smiled as the anger faded from your chest, you were relieved that it was finally over. "I love you too." You returned to cleaning his hands with your regular gentleness this time and he looked at you lovingly until you were done. "I'm going to get you some ice and some pain meds, you'll need to rest for a few weeks while those heal."

He wrapped his arms around you as you stood up and pulled you into a hug, his warm embrace making you realise how late it was and how tired you felt. "Can I shower with these?" You nodded. "Alright little girl, I'm gonna clean up, you wanna head to bed?"

You parted ways and went to go to the kitchen for a glass of water but halfway there, Happy walked to your side and brushed your wrist with the back of his bandaged hand before grabbing your fingers gently as you fought the urge to laugh at his limited mobility. "What is it honey?"

"Marry me." He sounded head serious.

"What?" It wasn't that you were going to say no, you were just shocked that he was doing it now. You figured he'd do it with his mum and aunt there, maybe some of the guys.

He placed one hand on your shoulder and rested the other one on your cheek. "Marry me," he took a breath. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, marry me."

You felt your eyes well with tears. "Ok, I'll marry you."

His face broke into a grin and he took your face in his hands as he pulled you into a kiss. You could feel the love and affection in his touch as his lips pressed against yours. He pulled back for a moment to look into your eyes, brushing your nose with his as he spoke. "I love you so much."

You placed your hand on his cheeks and smiled. "I love you too Hap."

He was smiling again and let out a chuckle. "I better call mum."

The end

[lostgirlfandom]

Sons of Anarchy/Mayans MC Masterlist

Old Masterlist

Jax Teller

Tig Trager

Opie Winston

Chibs Telford

Juice Ortiz

Happy Lowman

Ezekiel

Angel

Coco

Bishop

Hank "Tranq"

Marcus Alvarez

Gilly

Creeper

[darklydeliciousdesires]

My love, could i request 10 w Happy..pleaeseee

I am SO SORRY I left you waiting for 500 years for this, lol! Enjoy!

"Jesus fuckin'..."

And that is where his words cut off, a muttering of "woah, damn" following from the bathroom. “Shit, baby. You marked me up good.”

Jumping off the bed, you pad out of the bedroom and across to the bathroom, finding your man examining his back in the mirror. "Looks like someone drew on me with a red magic marker." He then takes your hand, holding it aloft, his eyes looking between you and your pointed nails a few times.

"What?" You chuckle, running them softly down his chest. "If you don't want to be shredded, then you shouldn't be so good at giving me a reason to, should you?"

His mouth tilts into an agreeable smirk. "Fair."

[theycallmequeenie]

Lexie and Happy

Master List

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

Part 14:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To Be Continued…

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

Part 15