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The Princess’ Killer
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Happy Lowman x Teller!OC
Warnings: MDNI!, 18+, Mentions of Violence, Guns and Blood, Smut at some point, SOA plots, Fluff, Angst, Happy being obsessive, slow burn
Disclaimer: I do not own any plots or characters of the Sons of Anarchy Tv Show, I do however own the rights to my oc and her plot lines
Author Note: this is my first story I’m posting to tumblr and I’m not quite familiar with the dynamics of the app, I’m using to writing elsewhere so please forgive me if it looks weird or spaced oddly. I love love love feedback and thank you so much for reading.
Juliet Teller was a living, breathing princess.
She knew it, the club knew it, and the people of Charming knew it. Not in a tiara and sparkles kind of way rather in the way she carried herself with grace and grit, born and raised in the chaos of Teller blood and Redwood Original oil. Kind, caring, and nurturing to the core, she was sunshine in human form. A soft-hearted storm in jeans and leather, always ready with a warm meal, a stitched-up wound, or a sharp word when someone needed setting straight.
She was the best parts of her mother, softened by time and her own stubborn heart. Strong and soft in all the right places. She took care of everyone.
Happy Lowman was nothing like her.
A reaper in the flesh. A hitman who didn't ask questions. Cold hands with an even colder stare, he wore his kutte with deadly pride and lived by the club's code with brutal devotion. Where Juliet brought light, Happy brought silence. Efficient. Unfeeling. Unapologetic. The kind of man who didn't make friends, didn't do soft, and didn't play nice.
At least, not until fate dropped Juliet Teller into his path like a warm hand pressed against a loaded gun.
Lilly Collins as Juliet Teller
David Labrava as Happy Lowman
Season 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (coming soon)
Promises and Prison Walls
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Part 5 of an Animal Kingdom x Sons of Anarchy Story
Andrew is slipping further into the darkness prison left behind, convinced the woman he loved abandoned him without looking back.
Meanwhile, Y/N is trying to hold herself together while carrying the one thing tying her back to him in ways neither of them are ready for.
Back in Ocean Side.
The visitation room smelled like industrial cleaner and desperation. Deran sat at one of the bolted-down metal tables, his hands folded in front of him, the letter from Y/N burning a hole in his jacket pocket. Around him, other visitors leaned across tables toward inmates—wives, mothers, children—all of them trying to bridge the impossible distance that prison created.
The door buzzed. Deran looked up.
Pope walked in wearing orange, his hands cuffed in front of him. A guard followed close behind, watching with dead eyes as Pope crossed to the table and sat down.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Deran studied his brother's face—the sharp angles, the cold set of his jaw, the way his eyes had gone flat and empty. This wasn't the man who'd he watched hold Y/N in the kitchen and promised her forever. This wasn't even the man who'd taken the fall for the robbery to protect his brothers.
This was someone else entirely.
Someone Smurf had gotten to.
"You look like shit," Deran said finally, trying for lightness.
Pope didn't smile. "What do you want?"
Straight to it, then. No warmth. No brotherhood.
Deran leaned back in his chair, forcing himself to stay calm. "Can't I just visit my brother?"
"You could," Pope said flatly. "But you don't. So what do you want?"
The words landed like a punch. Deran swallowed hard, fighting the urge to snap back. This wasn't Pope talking—this was Smurf's poison working through him, turning him bitter and cold.
"I came to give you something," Deran said quietly.
Pope's eyes narrowed. "From Smurf?"
"No." Deran reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the letter, setting it on the table between them. "From Y/N."
The change was immediate.
Pope's jaw tightened. His hands, resting on the table, curled into fists. "Don't."
"Pope—"
"I said don't." His voice was low, dangerous. "I don't want to hear her name."
Deran stared at him, disbelief and anger warring in his chest. "Are you serious right now?"
"Dead serious." Pope leaned back, his expression carved from stone. "She's gone. She moved on. I'm done."
"That's bullshit and you know it."
"Do I?" Pope's laugh was harsh, bitter. "Because last I heard, she packed up and left without a word. Didn't try to visit again. Didn't call. Didn't write. Just—gone."
"That's not what happened—"
"Then what did happen, Deran?" Pope leaned forward, his voice dropping to something cold and cutting. "Because Smurf told me she saw her with some guy, while I've been rotting in here."
Deran's hands clenched under the table. "And you believed her?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Pope's eyes were hard, unforgiving. "Y/N left. That's a fact. She didn't come back. That's a fact. So yeah, I believed her."
"Jesus Christ." Deran ran a hand through his hair, frustration boiling over. "You really think Y/N would do that to you? After everything?"
"I don't know what she'd do anymore." Pope's voice was flat, emotionless. "I thought I knew. Thought we had something real. But people change. People leave."
"She didn't leave because she wanted to," Deran said, his voice rising. "She left because she was scared. Because Smurf and Baz were—"
"Don't." Pope cut him off, his tone sharp. "Don't make excuses for her."
"I'm not making excuses. I'm telling you the truth."
"The truth?" Pope laughed again, the sound hollow. "The truth is, I took the fall. I'm sitting in here doing time so you and Craig and Baz could walk free. And where is she? Not here. Not waiting for me. So forgive me if I don't buy whatever story you're selling."
Deran stared at him, something breaking in his chest. This was worse than he'd thought. Smurf hadn't just planted lies—she'd twisted the knife, made Pope believe he'd been abandoned when he was at his lowest.
"She wrote you a letter," Deran said quietly, nodding toward the envelope still sitting on the table. "Read it."
Pope didn't move. Didn't even look at it.
"I don't want it."
"Pope—"
"I said I don't want it." His voice was cold, final. "Whatever she has to say, I don't care. She made her choice. I'm making mine."
The guard shifted near the wall, a subtle reminder that time was running out.
Deran leaned forward, his voice low and urgent. "You're making a mistake. You're letting Smurf get in your head, and you're going to lose the best thing that ever happened to you."
"I already lost her." Pope's eyes met his, and for just a second, Deran saw it—the crack in the armor, the pain underneath. "She left me here. Alone. So yeah, I'm done."
"She didn't—"
"Time's up," the guard called.
Pope stood immediately, the cuffs rattling as he moved. He didn't look at the letter. Didn't look at Deran.
"Pope, wait—"
But he was already walking away, his back rigid, his shoulders set.
Deran sat there, staring at the letter still lying on the table, and felt the weight of failure settle over him like a shroud.
He'd tried.
And it hadn't been enough.
The guard approached. "You taking that with you?"
Deran looked down at the envelope—Y/N's handwriting, careful and neat, spelling out Pope's name.
He picked it up slowly, folding it back into his jacket pocket.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "I'm taking it."
Because if Pope wouldn't read it now, maybe—maybe—there'd come a day when he would.
When Smurf's lies finally crumbled.
When the truth broke through.
But as Deran walked out of the visitation room and into the harsh sunlight, he couldn't shake the image of Pope's cold, empty eyes.
The man Y/N loved was still in there somewhere.
Deran just didn't know if he'd ever come back.
I sat in my car for a long time, engine off, windows down to feel a nice breeze, hands trembling as I stared down at the folder in my lap. The ultrasound images were right there on top—that tiny flicker on the screen, that heartbeat.
My baby.
Andrew's baby.
The weight of it pressed against my chest until I could barely breathe. I pulled out my phone with shaking fingers and scrolled through my contacts until I found his name.
Deran.
It rang twice before he picked up.
"Hey," his voice came through warm and familiar, and something inside me cracked wide open.
"Der," I whispered, throat tight. "God, I miss you."
"I miss you too." There was a pause, concern bleeding into his tone. "You okay?"
I let out a shaky breath, wiping at my eyes. "Yeah. I just—I had my first appointment. Everything looks good."
"Good." Relief flooded his voice. "That's good. How are you feeling?"
"Terrified," I admitted. "But... it's real now. I saw the heartbeat."
"Jesus." He exhaled slowly, and I could picture him running a hand through his hair the way he always did when he was processing something heavy.
Silence stretched between us, heavy with everything unsaid.
Then I straightened slightly, gripping the phone tighter. "Der, we should fake your death. So you can come live here."
His tone shifted immediately. "Ummm, you’re losing your mind?"
"Oh, no doubt about it.." I laughed.
Deran was quiet for a beat. "And what about you? What's your plan?"
I stared down at the ultrasound images, that tiny shape barely visible on the grainy paper.
"Oh, I'm getting a whole new identity. New name, new social security number, the works. Maybe I'll be a yoga instructor named Sunshine. Or a librarian called Meredith."
"Jesus Christ." But there was the faintest hint of a laugh in his voice. "You're not serious."
"Dead serious. I think I'd be hot as a ginger. Really commit to the bit." I pressed my hand against my mouth, trying to hold back the hysterical edge creeping into my voice.
"Maybe move to Montana. Do people even live in Montana?"
"Stop." His voice was gentle now, understanding.
"You're spiraling."
"I know." The laugh that escaped me was broken, wet.
"I just—I can't think about this too hard or I'll lose it completely."
"I think I'm well past that point." He was quiet for a moment.
"But we're going to figure this out. Both of us. We're getting out."
I closed my eyes, clutching the phone like a lifeline. "Have you... have you seen Andrew yet?"
The pause that followed made my stomach drop.
"Yeah," Deran said finally. "I saw him yesterday."
"And?"
"Somethings off." His voice was careful, like he was choosing his words deliberately. "He knew you left and thought you were with someone else."
My throat tightened. "WHAT?!
"Yeah." Deran exhaled slowly. "I think Smurf did something to him, put those thoughts in his head. He was cold and had nothing to do with me or the letter."
The words hit me like a physical blow. I pressed my hand against my mouth, trying to hold back the sob threatening to break free.
"I’m so sorry, Y/N," Deran continued quietly. "I don’t mean to add more shit to the pile, but you’d tell me if I was you."
Tears blurred my vision. "Der—"
I couldn't speak. Could only sit there with the phone pressed to my ear, the ultrasound images in my lap, and the knowledge that Andrew was slipping back into the darkness I'd pulled him out of.
That I'd left him there, and with someone new. I could never feel the same for anyone like the way I felt for Andrew.
"You’re doing the right thing," Deran said softly. "You know that, right? Getting away from all this. Protecting the baby."
"I know, it doesn’t feel like it, though," I whispered.
It feels like dying.
When we hung up, I sat there staring at the ultrasound images, heart pounding, mind racing.
Andrew was gone. Not physically—but the man I'd loved, the man who'd held me in the morning light and promised me forever, that man had disappeared back into the hollow shell he'd been before.
And I was carrying his child.
Our child.
The only piece of him I had left.
I don't know how long I sat in the car before I finally forced myself to drive to the garage.
The parking lot was full when I pulled in—rows of motorcycles gleaming in the afternoon sun, the familiar rumble of engines and rough laughter spilling out from the open bays. I grabbed my purse, the ultrasound images tucked safely inside, and made my way toward the entrance.
Inside, the smell hit me immediately—motor oil and gasoline mixing with the warm, sweet scent of fresh bread and cinnamon rolls from mom's baking in the small kitchen in the club. It was such a specific combination.
The garage was busy. Guys working on bikes, tools clanging, music playing from somewhere in the back. A few of them looked up when I walked in, nodding or calling out greetings. I forced a smile, kept moving.
Mom was in her office on the computer, working. She looked up when I walked in, and something in my face must have given me away because she immediately stood up and hugged me.
"Baby," she said softly. "Come on."
We walked next door into the club bar. It was quieter there—dim lighting, worn leather booths, the faint smell of whiskey and cigarette smoke clinging to everything.
She sat me down at one of the tables and disappeared into the small kitchen behind the bar. I heard the clink of dishes, the hum of the microwave, and a few minutes later she returned with a plate of food—grilled cheese and tomato soup, comfort food from childhood.
"Eat," she said, sliding into the booth beside me.
I picked up half of the sandwich, but my hands were shaking. "Mom—"
"I know," she said gently. "Just eat first. Then we'll talk."
I managed a few bites, the warmth of the soup settling my stomach slightly. Mom sat beside me, her hand resting on my back, steady and grounding.
The door opened, and Chibs walked in. He paused when he saw us, his expression softening immediately.
"There she is," he said, his Scottish accent thick and warm. "Wondered when you'd come by."
I tried to smile, but it came out shaky. "Hey, Chibs."
He crossed to the table and slid into the booth across from us, his eyes scanning my face with the kind of careful attention that made me feel seen. "You alright, lass?"
I looked at Mom, then back at Chibs. Then I reached into my purse and pulled out the ultrasound images, setting them on the table between us.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Mom picked them up carefully, passing one to Chibs.
His eyes widened slightly as he studied the grainy black-and-white image. "Is this—?"
"Yeah," I whispered.
A slow smile spread across his face, something tender and aching. "A wee one."
Mom was smiling too, tears shining in her eyes. "Oh, sweetheart," she said softly.
Chibs reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "This is good news, love. Real good news."
"Is it?" My voice cracked. "Because it doesn't feel good. It feels—"
"Scary," Mom finished gently. "I know. But you're not alone. You've got us."
Chibs nodded, his grip on my hand tightening. "Whatever you need, lass. We're here."
I looked between them—these two people who'd been constants in my life, who'd shown up when my world fell apart, who were showing up now—and felt something loosen in my chest.
"Thank you," I whispered.
Mom pulled me close, pressing a kiss to my temple. "We're going to take care of you. Both of you."
The main door swung open, and Juice walked in, his face lighting up when he saw me.
"Holy shit!" he said, crossing the room in three long strides. "You're back! I didn't know you were coming home—when did you get in? How's school? Are you done for the semester or—?"
"Juice," Mom said, her tone gentle but firm. "Give her some space."
But he was already sliding into the booth beside Chibs, his energy filling the small space. "Nursing school, right? That's so cool. Are you doing clinicals yet? What's your specialty going to be? Pediatrics? ER?"
"I—" I started, but he kept going.
"Man, it's good to see you. The club's been so quiet without you around. Gemma's been worried, you know? We all have. Why didn't you tell us you were coming back? Are you staying long or—?"
His eyes landed on the ultrasound images still sitting on the table.
He froze.
"Is that—?" He picked one up, studying it with wide eyes. "Holy shit. You're pregnant?"
I couldn't speak. Could only nod.
"That's amazing!" He looked up at me, grinning. "Congratulations! Seriously, that's—wow. Do you need anything? Because I'm here, okay? Whatever you need. Rides to appointments, help moving stuff, anything. I'm serious. You just say the word, and I'm there."
"Juice," Chibs said quietly.
But Juice was still talking, his words tumbling over each other. "And the club—man, everyone's going to be so excited. A baby! That's huge. We'll throw you a shower, get the nursery set up, whatever you need. Your family, you know? We take care of family."
The walls were closing in. His voice was too loud, too bright, too much. The smell of the grilled cheese was suddenly overwhelming, mixing with the motor oil and cigarette smoke and the faint sweetness of Mom's perfume.
My stomach turned.
"I—" I stood abruptly, the booth scraping against the floor. "I need air."
"You okay?" Mom asked, concern flashing across her face.
But I was already moving, pushing through the door and into the courtyard behind the garage.
The fresh air hit me, but it wasn't enough. My stomach lurched violently, and I barely made it to the trash can by the back wall before I was throwing up, my body heaving as everything I'd just eaten came back up.
I heard footsteps behind me, voices—low and concerned.
"Shit," someone said. Jax.
I straightened, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and turned to find Jax and Opie standing a few feet away, cigarettes in hand, watching me with identical expressions of concern.
"You good?" Jax asked, his voice careful.
I nodded, even though I wasn't. "Yeah. Just—"
"Morning sickness?" Opie said quietly.
I froze.
He took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes steady on mine. "Donna had it bad with all three kids. Couldn't keep anything down for months."
Jax glanced at Opie, then back at me. "How far along?"
"Eight weeks," I whispered.
The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating.
Opie stepped closer and rubbed my back."Take it easy, kid.”
I smiled up at him.
"Deran called me," Jax said. "About Andrew. And the lies Smurf told him."
Tears burned my eyes. "I left him there, and now—"
"You did what you had to do," Opie said firmly. "To protect yourself. To protect the baby."
"But what if—"
"No what-ifs," Jax said. "You made the call. Now you live with it."
I nodded, even though the weight of it felt impossible.
Opie crushed his cigarette under his boot. "You need anything, you let us know. We've got your back."
"Thank you," I whispered.
And for just a moment, standing there, realizing all of these people didn’t question or even think before saying that if I needed anything, they’d be there for the baby and me. Maybe I would be okay, and I let myself believe it.
A/N: Thank you so much for all of your support with this series! I really do appreciate it. I am in love with writing this for you guys. Please comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list. Part 6 should be over very shortly; until then 🥰
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Tara: Do you have protection?
Jax: Always.
Jax: *gestures towards the door where Happy is cracking his knuckles*
It's a Girl (happy x single mom reader)
part 6 - sunshine - wrd 3.7kish previous | next Series Master - see ml for info - standard soa warnings + age gap
sugar wrote another smut chapter? who am i........ not my best work, im still figuring out how to write the smut in a way that doesn't make me cringe, so ya know...enjoy?
tw: extremely vague mention of s/assault, very light smut, pretty basic stuff but let me know if anything specific is missing
Complicated. Your brain loved that word lately. The more you thought about your current predicament, the more it came up. It was like the two of you were trying to reconcile after a hasty divorce. You had considered it working, it’s hard to ignore how easy it had been already, but the littlest girl you both adore complicates everything.
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today's your birthday btw....so...happy birthday...
Family only. Jax swore, Gemma crossed her heart. You should’ve known better because if they’re wearing leather, they are family. Bikes lined the road outside Jax’s home. Faces you knew well in a smoke circle waiting for you out front. Tig was the first to toss his cigarette, making for your car like a man on a mission. Strict orders from the queen herself not to let you leave.
Newest story and second SOA story. I recently did a rewatch of SOA and fell in love with Chibs. I wanted to write him a happy story.
Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Sons of Anarchy Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Chibs Telford/Original Female Character(s), Chibs Telford/Original Character(s) Characters: Chibs Telford, Filip Telford, Jax Teller, Gemma Teller Morrow, Juice Ortiz, Tara Knowles, Opie Winston, Fiona Larkin, Tig Trager Additional Tags: Sons of Anarchy is Its Own Warning, Inspired by Sons of Anarchy, Not Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Behavior, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Loss of Virginity, Grinding, True Love’s Kiss, Hand Kisses, Masturbation, True Love, Domestic Fluff, SAMCRO - Freeform, SAMCRO (Sons of Anarchy) - Freeform, SAMBEL (Sons of Anarchy), Kidnapping Summary:
Roslin Stewart is the charge nurse for the ICU at St Thomas and she had only meant to stay in Charming for a year when Filip “Chibs” Telford became a patient in her unit. What follows is their love story and life within Charming and the club. The ending isn’t canon compliant - I wanted safe and happy ending for the couple.
Intimacy is not just physical closeness; it is the foundation of emotional safety in a relationship. It is the ability to be seen, heard, and understood without fear of judgment. True intimacy is built in silence, in honest conversations, and in shared vulnerability. It strengthens trust and transforms connection into something deeply meaningful.
When intimacy is present, communication becomes more open and conflicts become easier to navigate. It allows two individuals to grow together while still being fully themselves. Without intimacy, even love can feel distant; with it, even simplicity feels complete.
Because real connection is not just about being together, but truly being present for each other.
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Summary: After a lot of broken promises Y/n decides to get out of and leave Charming and California for that matter. Needing some space and time to heal her heart she heads to New York to stay with some friends. New York might just be her new home. While there she finds an unexpected romance that just feels like its meant to be, with a man in a very similar world as the one she grew up in. New friends that feel like family. Sure there's some ups and downs, shoot outs, break ins, a fast moving relationship, rival Mob’s and a kidnapping. But they’ll navigate it together.
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Chapters :
Chapter 1
~ Saying goodbye to Charming is hard but Y/n needs a fresh start away from a certain blue eyed blonde biker.
Chapter 2
~ Y/n explores the city and meet's up with some old friends.
Chapter 3
~ Y/n has a run in with the most powerful Mob boss in Brooklyn. But she doesn't know that's who she goes to have a drink with.
Chapter 4
~ Y/n and Bucky go on a date. A fancy date, it goes well but Bucky has some worries at the end of the night.
Chapter 5
~ 3rd date in a row Bucky has something less extravagant planned. Something he feels would be more Y/n's speed.
Chapter 6
~ Bucky confides in Steve and Sam all the while Y/n confides in Wanda.
Chapter 7
~ Bucky get's introduced to Wanda and Pietro. Y/n and Bucky have a heart to heart.
Chapter 8
~ Bucky introduces Y/n to Steve and Sam.
Chapter 9
~ Bucky asks Y/n to be his date to an upcoming event, and get's her something custom for it.
Chapter 10
~ It's moving day into her own apartment for Y/n but there's bigger news. Her brother's coming to visit.
Chapter 11
~ Opie want's to meet this guy his little sister is dating. While Opie's here Bucky want's to meet him to.
Chapter 12
~ Bucky come's over to help Opie, and they have some one-on-one talk. It's Gala time. Time to show Y/n some more of the people Bucky knows. But Y/n might have figured out Bucky's secret.
Chapter 13
~ After the shootout Bucky take's Y/n back to his home. Where the two get to know one another on a deeper level. And they both discuss deeper the world's they live in.
Chapter 14
~ Y/n stays a little longer at Bucky's. A ground rule about secrets is established. When Y/n goes home Bucky has a big surprise for her.
Chapter 15
~ Time for halloween. Wanda and Pietro meet Moxley, Puppy shots are due, lunch with Bucky is nice, watch some movies, hand out candy, oh and a break in happens.
Chapter 16
~ After the break in Bucky would like to show Y/n some weapons and how to use them so his mind could be at ease. . , Y/n grew up in Samcro. Bucky's underestimating her.
Chapter 17
~ Girls Night, Guys Night, Video Call with Opie, and Thanksgiving.
Chapter 18
~ Christmas in Charming. Bucky meets Samcro. . . he meets Jax.
Chapter 19 (Not Typed yet / December new years eve)
more coming...
(All chapters shown above are done and in my queue, & currently writing more)
{HAPPY LOWMAN}
❄️-from the December Daydreamz Series
Finders Keepers
Ice Blue pt1
Ice Blue pt2
Eleven Days
The Nutcracker - w/OC ❄️
No Navidad - w/OC ❄️
Cocoa Wars ❄️
Second Chances - w/OC ❄️* Ice Blue pt3
The Sacrifice ❄️
SOA Boys Hoodies - Happy
In The Silence
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It was equally the longest and best night. Worthy of a calendar marking at this rate. It was nothing special, really. Rough hands making a conscious effort to remain decent. Something childlike by design playing softly on the tv. Nothing out of the ordinary, besides her using his lap like a throne. His queen, hair a wet mess, watermelon sugar scent sweeter than candy. A tease in every sense of the word but he did like her best that way. He watched her like it was his one and only job. Her breathing, nose wrinkling, eyes busy under her lids with a dream that made her grin twice. He relished the feeling of her hand moving against his cheek even in sleep, wondering what had her subconscious so busy. She didn’t even flinch when his phone rang at five, so he cradled her till six. Rocking in the oversized lazy boy and enjoying the view of the sun slowly pulling up the horizon, a soft orange glow illuminating the living space. Golden rays warm against her skin and all it did was put her closer. Face nuzzling into his neck to hide from it, unconscious kisses against his pulse that made it spike.
Hello. 🫂
I'm happy that my Chibs Telford fanfiction "Under the same rain" is going well. Because of this, I gently received a request on Wattpad for another story about him and a young girl. I don't know how many chapters it will have yet, but in the meantime, I'd like to share the first chapter with you, and then the subsequent ones.
Thank you 😶🌫️❣️
Requested by Chcolate_preztel 💌
Chapter 1
The small town of Charming, California, was a blessing for Miel. She had left New York, her brother Thiago and her family, her friends, in search of a better life. It broke her heart to leave Flatbush, the place where she had grown up, where she had gone to school and spent her teenage years. At night she used to leave her signature on subway walls; during the day she worked in a nail salon, saving every dollar she could.
She had many other talents too: target shooting, collecting rare spirits and vinyl records, cooking and baking, cosmetic artistry, interior design, and even motorcycle customization. She was the daughter of immigrants. Her mother was French and taught at a university, while her father was a Puerto Rican auto-body mechanic who had taught her how to put broken things back together.
Following that lesson, she had gathered all the shattered pieces of her heart and kept moving forward. Miel had a sharp, unshakable spirit that allowed her to never bend under extreme hardship. She possessed loyalty, a strong protective instinct toward the people she loved, and a fierce independence. She trusted her instincts and her senses—things that had guided her through life more than once.
Thiago had once been involved in small street operations in Brooklyn with his crew. Later, he tried to get out, becoming an independent entrepreneur in the boxing and MMA gym business—one of his greatest passions. But he owed money to some former members of his crew, and they had threatened Miel and their family.
Thiago had managed to find her some discreet contacts in California so she could escape New York for good. She packed her bags and crossed the country coast to coast in her black 1965 Lincoln Continental. The separation was heartbreaking—devastating. She cried for days while searching for places to stay.
That was when she arrived in Charming.
With help from the town's sheriff, Wayne Unser, she managed to find a temporary rental not too far from the town center. Wayne had shown himself to be immediately helpful. He was a good man, close to retirement. The two quickly became friends, and he became her emergency contact.
Miel found work in a restaurant bakery. She was good at it—she had a strong aesthetic sense. Her dream was to open a beauty salon of her own, run entirely by her, combining it with a space where people could eat and relax.
When she had finally saved enough money, she consulted a real estate agency to transform an abandoned, rundown storefront into her salon.
And she succeeded.
The Gilded Lily was the name of her shop.
She had designed the interior herself, with help from a decorator and an architect. She turned the place into something elegant: dark green walls, parquet floors, marble counters, the scent of orchids in the air, large mirrors, golden accents, and stations for clients. Women especially were drawn to the new place. That shabby-chic style was rare in a small town like Charming.
Week after week, the beauty suite began to fill with customers. Miel couldn't have been happier. Once again, she was building her own world, creating a new independent life.
Soon she even bought a house with a large garden, not far from the salon.
She and her brother wrote letters to each other. It was safer than talking on the phone. She read every single one he sent her each week, and she always found the time to reply.
It still felt unreal that she had built everything she had dreamed of.
She stood there watching her clients while her assistants handled them one by one, still struggling to fully process what was happening.
The entrance of a woman into the salon pulled her out of her thoughts.
A woman stepped inside wearing dark clothes, black hair streaked with blonde, and high heels. That was Gemma Teller and in Charming, no business opened without someone knowing about it.
Miel didn't look up immediately. She was finishing a manicure with surgical precision, hands steady, breathing slow. The vinyl record spinning on the turntable filled the room with soft soul music, something warm, almost hypnotic.
Gemma stopped just inside the doorway. Eyes always evaluating.
«So you're the new owner,» the woman said. It wasn't a question.
«Depends on who's asking.»
«Gemma Teller,» she replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face with elegant ease.
The name hung in the air. Nothing else needed to be said. In Charming, that name carried weight.
«Miel Straughn.»
They shook hands. Miel's grip was firm. No hesitation. No uncertainty.
«Charming is a small town. Things work a certain way here.»
Miel followed her with her eyes.
«I opened a salon. Not a war,» Miel said dryly.
«Women who come here without understanding how things work... usually don't last long.»
«I stay where I decide to stay. I built all of this with a lot of effort, and I'm certainly not leaving.»
Her voice was calm. Flat. No open challenge but no submission either.
«And who protects you, Miel?»
«I've never needed anyone to do that. But... for now, Sheriff Unser checks in on me sometimes.»
«I like women who can stand on their own two feet. But people survive better here when they understand which side they're on.»
«I'm on my side.»
Gemma studied her for another moment, as if weighing the steel beneath the surface.
«Good. Then I hope you know how heavy it is.»
She turned toward the exit, then paused at the door.
«I'll come by for a treatment. Let's see if your hands are as good as your mouth.»
The door closed, and the salon stayed silent for a few seconds.
One client exhaled softly.
«Who was that?»
Miel returned to her table, carefully arranging her tools again.
«A woman who loves to control everything.»
The girl went back to work without batting an eye.
Gemma had warned the club about the new presence in town, telling them the woman wasn't stupid and that they should keep an eye on her.
Jax, Gemma's son, and Chibs, the club's Sergeant-at-Arms, took the trouble to ride over to the beauty suite.
Their Harleys stopped in front of The Gilded Lily.
Jax stepped in first, removing his sunglasses and glancing around. At that moment he represented the club's official oversight. Tall, blond, good-looking, with a smile that was both dangerous and disarming.
The other man stayed outside for a moment, a silent observer as he finished his cigarette.
«Nice place,» Jax said.
«Thank you. We also offer coffee and pastries for all our clients.»
Jax stepped forward, heavy boots against the polished parquet floor.
«New in town?»
«More or less.»
«Not easy starting from scratch here.»
«I didn't start from scratch.»
Miel tilted her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips.
The door opened again.
Chibs Telford stepped inside without hurry. He removed his sunglasses slowly, his pale eyes sweeping the room quickly—exits, blind spots, clients.
Then they stopped on Miel.
He didn't say anything.
His brown eyes studied the young woman. Hers, instead, lingered on the scar at the corners of his mouth. She immediately wondered what kind of story lay behind that hardened look, the slightly graying hair, and that lethal charm.
«You know, this is just a routine check. We like to know who opens businesses in Charming.»
«Oh... now I understand. Mrs. Gemma is your mother?»
«Yeah. That's right.»
«Well. Like I told her, I opened a beauty suite—not an arms depot.»
Jax chuckled quietly.
«You never know what hides behind a pretty façade,» Chibs added, his sharp Scottish accent cutting through the room.
Miel's gaze slid from Chibs to Jax.
«That goes for everyone around here,» she replied.
Chibs stepped a little closer. Not invasive.
«Where are you from?»
«Brooklyn.»
«That's quite a jump.»
«Distance doesn't scare me. Neither does living in the middle of biker feuds.»
Chibs watched her carefully. He wasn't trying to intimidate her. He was looking for cracks.
«Got family here?»
«No. My three dogs are my family for now.»
«Charming works because there's balance. Everyone plays their part,» Jax said firmly.
«And what's mine?»
«Don't cause problems.»
Miel looked Jax straight in the eye.
«I'm not the one carrying a gun under my jacket.»
Chibs lowered his gaze for a second, catching the detail: she had noticed the weapon. She hadn't ignored it, hadn't reacted.
She had simply registered it.
«And if problems come looking for you?» the Scot asked.
«Then I deal with them. I'm not the type to call the cops.»
«Alright, Brooklyn. Consider this an official welcome,» Jax said, stepping away from the counter.
The bikers headed for the door.
«Nice place, though,» Chibs added.
«Thank you.»
«Welcome to Charming, then.»
They exchanged one last look before the two men returned to their motorcycles and rode away from her shop.
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In the quiet town of Charming, nothing stays hidden for long. After leaving Brooklyn behind, Miel Straughn rebuilds her life from the ground
im obsessed with your writing but especially your older chibs x younger reader..
first time prompt #7?
title; ready for it (Chibs Telford x fem!reader)
prompt/s; 7) “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready…” Character B murmurs, and Character A shakes their head, arms only tightening around Character B’s neck. “I’m ready. And I trust you,” Character A says, pulling them down for a kiss by the nape of their neck. — from first time prompts
warnings; unestablished relationship but they’ve been shamelessly flirting/fooling around (everything but sex yk?), age gap (unspecified but chibs is older), virgin!reader, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, unprotected sex + pullout method used, talk of him being allowed to cum inside, dirty talk, he touches her through her underwear at the beginning x, uh she’s wearing a dress (solely for him being a tease to touch her yk), she calls him an old man at the end, allusions to another round, but that’s it?? lmk if i missed any !!! (3,125 words)
a/n; i’ve had an eventful couple of days, but recovering by writing chibs porn ofc x
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Steel and Smoke - Part 2: Blood and Whisky"
The makeshift infirmary at the clubhouse had seen its share of bullet wounds and broken ribs—but never a full-blown labor. The Sons cleared out fast, except for Chibs, who hovered like a shadow beside Y/N's makeshift bed, his knuckles white around a damp cloth, trying to help and somehow not get yelled at in the process.
"Get that thing away from me!" Y/N snapped, swatting the cloth out of his hand. Sweat trickled down her temple, her breathing shallow and sharp. "If I wanted cold water thrown at my face, I'd go back to Glasgow in winter!"
Chibs winced. "Lass, ye need to breathe. I'm just tryin'—"
"Don't ye 'lass' me, you Scottish bastard! This is YOUR fault!"
He knelt beside her, staying close but not touching. "Aye. I know it is."
Another contraction hit. Y/N's hands gripped the sheets, her face contorting. A strangled cry left her lips, raw and guttural.
Chibs reached for her hand instinctively. She slapped it away. Then grabbed it a second later and crushed it with surprising strength.
"Don't let go," she growled through gritted teeth.
"I won't, mo gràdh," he whispered.
Rat paced outside like a terrified midwife, while Tig peeked through the door and quickly decided nope, this was well above his pay grade.
Inside, Chibs wiped her brow gently.
She glared. "Don't go soft on me now, Filip Telford. You don't get to play the dotin' husband after knockin' up your wife and shaggin' a sheriff!"
His chest tightened with guilt. "Y/N, I made a mistake—"
"A mistake is forgettin' to buy milk. What you did was—AHH!" Another scream cut through the room, this one fierce enough to make even Rat drop his coffee outside the door.
"I'm sorry," Chibs whispered, gripping her hand tighter. "I'm sorry for everything, lass. I never stopped lovin' ye."
She looked at him, eyes wild but glassy.
"Damn you, Filip," she muttered, tears suddenly breaking through the fury. "I want to hate you. I should hate you."
"I know."
"But you're the only one I want right now."
"I'm not leavin'. Not again."
Just then, the baby crowned.
"Shite!" she cried, voice cracking. "I can't do this—"
"You can, Y/N. You're the strongest person I've ever known. Just a bit more, yeah?"
One more push, a scream that would've sent SAMCRO running for cover—and then...
A cry.
A tiny, piercing wail that silenced everything.
Chibs' eyes filled as he stared down at the child in the medic's hands. A perfect, furious little life with a full head of dark hair and lungs that rivaled his mother's.
"It's a girl," the medic said softly, wrapping her up.
Chibs let out a shaky breath. "A daughter."
Y/N lay back, exhausted, trembling, but her eyes were locked on the baby.
When they placed her in Y/N's arms, her lips parted—half in wonder, half in disbelief.
Chibs leaned close, pressing his forehead to hers. "Thank ye, love. For her. For you. For still lettin' me stand here."
Y/N looked down at the child, then up at him.
"You're still a bastard," she said hoarsely.
He grinned, eyes wet. "Aye. But I'm your bastard."
Master List
🚫 = SMUT
Requested Imagines
“Romeo & Juliet” (Esai Alvarez x Reader, w/ Protective Tig)
“A Woman’s Wrath” (SAMCRO x Reader / Tig x Reader)
“Lost Love - Part 1″ “Lost Love - Part 2″ “Lost Love - Part 3″ (Chibs x Reader)
“I Had No Idea - Part 1″ “I Had No Idea - Part 2″ 🚫 (Chibs x Reader)
Obsessive (Juice x Reader) Obsessive-Part 1 Obsessive-Part 2 Obsessive-Part 3 Obsessive-Part 4 Obsessive-Part 5 Obsessive-Part 6 Obsessive-Part 7 Obsessive-Part 8 Obsessive-Part 9 Obsessive-Part 10 Obsessive-Part 11 Obsessive-Part 12 Obsessive-Part 13 Obsessive-Part 14 Obsessive-Part 15 Obsessive-Part 16 Obsessive-Part 17 Obsessive-Part 18🚫 Obsessive-Part 19 Obsessive-Part 20 Obsessive-Part 21 Obsessive-Part 22 Obsessive-Part 23 Obsessive-Part 24 Obsessive-Part 25🚫 Obsessive-Part 26🚫 Obsessive-Part 27 Obsessive-Part 28 Obsessive-Part 29 Obsessive-Part 30 Obsessive-Part 31 Obsessive-Part 32A Obsessive-Part 32B
“Defiance - Part 1″ “Defiance - Part 2″ 🚫 (Chibs x Reader) “Coffee Talk” (Chibs x Reader) “The Day is Gone” (Jax x Reader) “Infidelity” (Juice x Reader)
“Taking Trager’s Advice” 🚫 (Chibs x Reader) “Bad Associations” (SAMCRO x Reader)
“Betrayal” 🚫 (Happy x Reader x Juice)
“My Brother’s Sister - Part 1″ “My Brother’s Sister - Part 2″ (Jax x Reader)
“Big Happy Family” (Happy/OC x SAMCRO)
“3AM” 🚫 (Tig x Reader)
“Why Him?” “Why Not Me? (Why Him? Part 2)” 🚫 (Chibs x Reader)
One Liner Prompts
“Close your eyes” with Chibs Telford
“Go on, I dare you” with Happy Lowman
“I’ll protect you not matter what… Even if it kills me” with Happy Lowman
“I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed” with Chibs Telford
“Please… Stay…” with Happy Lowman
“I told you this would happen” with Opie Winston and Happy Lowman
“Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again” with Tig Trager
“Can You Hold Me?” and “I can’t do this without you” with Chibs Telford
“No! I won’t be your secret!” with Happy Lowman
“Do you regret getting involved with me?” with Chibs Telford
Other Random Prompts
“Tig’s Confession” (Tig x Reader)
“Caught” 🚫 (Tig x Reader)
“All Night Long” 🚫 (Tig x Reader)
“Birthday Sex” 🚫 (Tig x Reader)
“Top Yourself” 🚫 (Tig x Reader)
“Breakfast” (Chibs x Reader)
“Oh Father - Part 1″ ”Oh Father - Part 2″ ”Oh Father - Part 3″ 🚫 (Chibs x OC)
“Waking up Happy” 🚫 (Happy x Reader)
“Before The Lockdown” (Happy x Reader)
“Consequences” 🚫 (Happy x Reader)
“Chasing Waterfalls” 🚫 (Happy x Reader)
“In The Kutte” 🚫 (Happy x Reader)
“36 Hours” (Happy x Reader)
Letters To Home Series Tig Chibs Happy Juice Jax Kozik Opie
Come-Join-TheMurder Originals
“Help” 🚫 (Tig x Chibs x Reader)
“Hurt” (Chibs x Reader)
“Getting You Home” 🚫 (Chibs x Reader)
“Sunshine” (Chibs x Reader) “G’mornin’” 🚫 (Chibs x Reader)
“Athair” (Chibs x Reader)
“Do you like him?” (Happy x Reader)
“So Hott” (Happy x OC) “Like I’m Never Gonna See You Again” 🚫 aka ‘So Hot part 2′ (Happy x OC)
“The Game” (Happy x Reader)
“Lunch Break” 🚫 (Happy x Reader)
Safe (Happy x Reader) Safe - Part 1 Safe - Part 2 Safe - Part 3 Safe - Part 4 Safe - Part 5
“Home” 🚫 (Tig x Reader)
“Bail” (Tig x Reader)
“Hey Bartender” 🚫 (Tig x Reader)
“The Other Man” (Tig x Reader)
“Pool Party” 🚫 (Tig x Reader)
“Missed Call” (Tig x Reader)
For The Long Run (Tig x Reader) Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4🚫 Part 5 – Part 6🚫 – Part 7 – Part 8 Part 9 – Part 10 – Part 11 – Part 12 Part 13 – Part 14 – Part 15🚫 – Part 16 Part 17 – Part 18 – Part 19 – Part 20🚫 Part 21 – Part 22 – Part 23 – Part 24 Part 25 – Part 26🚫 – Part 27 – Part 28 Part 29🚫 – Part 30
I will update this as I add more posts. Thanks for your continued support, dolls!
“Safe - Part 2″ *mentions of sexual assault and battery* Happy x Reader w/ Tig friendship (GIF isn’t mine) . . . It was still dark out when Wayne pulled up at the emergency room parking lot and put the car in park as Tig pulled up beside him. You swallowed hard, knowing the assault you endured was only the beginning of the nightmare. Soon there would be doctors hovering over you, police digging into you for answers you wouldn’t be able to give, then…..Happy. You felt the tears prickling at your eyes again as you began to hyperventilate, a panic attack washing over you as you pressed your head into the seat back and clamped your eyes shut. “Woah, hey,” Wayne spoke, trying to soothe you, “It’ll be alright (Y/N).” “I-I-I’m gonna be know-wn as the ra-aped girl” you sobbed, stuttering through your gasping breaths as Tig walked up to the window, resting his bare arms on the door and watching you, trying to think of a way to ease your pain. “I’ll take it from here, Unser, thanks for driving her,” Tig spoke through your window to the man in the driver’s seat, opening your door and helping you out, still clothed in only his shirt and a blanket. “Alright. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll send one of my unis up here to take her statement later so we can start looking for this guy.” Wayne said, but Tig shook his head, “Might not need that brother, wait for my call.” The Chief of Police looked at your friend sternly but Tig spoke again, “Look at her, man. She doesn’t want to have to relive this shit, your cops tearing her apart with a fine tooth comb,” he argued, turning to you, “What if I call Jax?Have Tara come up and we can do this whole thing confidential, nobody has to know.” You nodded and Tig shut the car door, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked to sit outside the hospital and wait, “Hap’s gonna want to handle this justice on his own. No sense in getting police involved. Doc will know how to keep it under the radar,” he assured you while dialing Jax. As it happened, Tara had actually been working and walked down to meet you, carrying a pair of scrubs with her and handing them to you, ushering you into the restroom to change. When you stepped out in your fresh clothes, Tara motioned for you to follow her and told Tig to have a seat in the waiting room. You turned to him, handing him his shirt with a panicked look on your face. He nodded to you, “I’ll call Hap,” he sighed. “Don’t give him details over the phone Tig, he’ll kill himself trying to get here,” you begged of him and he nodded once again, turning to walk back down to a row of chairs in the hallway as you disappeared around the corner. After your examination and all the tests, you were put in a room and Tara went out to get Tig. You curled up in the hospital bed in the fetal position, closing your eyes and wishing you could just escape for a while. Tig knocked on the door twice before opening it and stepping inside, closing the door behind him. “Hey,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes, watching him as he walked to your bedside, “Happy’s on his way. I didn’t tell him what happened I told him I didn’t know just that he needed to come,” he wrinkled his nose, “He’s gonna kick my ass when he finds out….” he trailed off and your bottom lip started to quiver again. “I need him here!” you wailed, turning your back to Tig, burying your face in the sterile-smelling sheets and sobbing. Tig sat on the edge of the hospital bed and stroked your back as you cried, gritting his teeth as his entire body filled with rage, wanting nothing more than to rip apart the asshole or assholes who hurt his friend. You stopped crying after a few minutes, finally drifting off to sleep and he thought about moving to sit in one of the chairs but decided against it, wanting to be near you to comfort you. He pulled himself up further into the bed, resting his back against the elevated part as you rolled over, resting your head against his ribs, sighing deeply and settling back to sleep. Within minutes, Happy came walking into the room, his face filled with anger as he glared at the bed. Tig pulled a finger up to his lips in a shushing motion and gently rolled you away from him and stepped down from the bed, walking past Happy to the door and whispering to him to come outside. “Just ran into Tara, she said you’ve been here for hours.” Happy stared at Tig who said nothing in response, “Why didn’t you call me sooner?” Tig huffed and looked solemnly at his brother, “I was the one who found her, Hap. She wouldn’t come to the hospital at all unless I promised to wait to call you.” Happy furrowed his eyebrows and stepped to Tig, “Be pissed if you want brother but I had to take care of our girl and I didn’t see it happening any other way,” he stammered, backing away from the menacing man in front of him. “So what happened?” Happy rasped. Tig looked down at his boots, “Hap,” he breathed, not offering anything more. “Tell me,” Happy ordered, clenching his fists. “She was knocked out, kidnapped, beaten and …..” Tig took a deep breath and exhaled, his voice cracking as he tried to find the words, “…..raped, brother.” Happy’s top lip trembled as he wheeled around, slamming his fists against the wall and yelling in agony, startling the nurses and visitors nearby who speedwalked away. Spinning back around, Happy’s glare dug into his blue-eyed friend, “WHO.” he grunted and Tig grabbed Happy by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes, “I don’t know. She doesn’t remember, Happy,” he rationalized and Happy huffed impatiently, turning to walk down the hallway out of the hospital and Tig chased after him, “Hey, hey, hey! Hap!” he shouted, running in front of him and blocking his way. “Move!” Happy grunted trying to push past his brother but Tig pushed him back by his shoulders, “Get off me!” he yelled. “Happy she needs you, brother. You gotta stay even for now, you gotta be here for her. In the morning we’ll bring it to the table. We’re all gonna back you, man, whoever did this deserves to burn that’s why the police haven’t been called,” he paused, taking a deep breath, “But right now she needs to know you love her.” he stated, squeezing his tattooed friend on the shoulder. As quickly as it came, Happy’s rage subsided as he realized that the pain he was feeling from having his old lady attacked was nothing compared to yours, as you were enduring both physical and mental torture. His eyes softened and his anger turned to sadness as he nodded and pulled Tig in for a hug, “Thanks for being there for her, bro,” he croaked, patting him on the back and then turning to walk back inside. Tig scratched his head as he watched Happy re-enter your hospital room, closing the door behind him. The sun was beginning to come up as Tig walked down the hall outside to head home. At the same time, Happy was crawling into the bed with you. He pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his nose into the nape of your neck. “I’m so sorry baby girl,” he mumbled against your skin, squeezing you, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” You were awake, listening to his every sound, but you couldn’t bear to face the reality right now, so you pretended you were still asleep, knowing you were safe Happy’s arms tonight.
The Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 36
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