thirties | writer 🍄 If you're a fan of Sons of Anarchy and witchy/gothic stuff, check out my main masterlist where you can find most of my SOA fics and original stories. 🌑
First, a little information about me; Eve | late twenties | mom | wife | hobby writer and working on creating my own small business!
Now in this list you´ll find all the extra links to my stories. I'm currently working on a few fanfics, all of them Sons of Anarchy fanfictions. Currently I'm only writing for Jax Teller and Happy Lowman. Besides my fanfictions, I'm also working on one original story called WHISPERS IN THE DARK; a story about the love between a witch and a witch hunter. English is not my main language; so please, if you see any mistakes that bother you, just let me know. I'm not a professional author so my stories are far from perfect. I write because it's fun and relaxing and because I love it. You can also find my stories on Wattpad under the same username, there are a lot more fanfics of mine online than on here.
Disclaimer for all my sons of anarchy fanfics; I don't own any of the SOA characters nor the original storyline. All the rights go to Kurt Sutter and the other producers of the show. I do, however, own my original characters and the added storylines I come up with.
Warning; 18+ only! All stories will have mature content in it, which means that there will be detailed se'xual content, violence, blood and gore, domestic violence, sensitive topics, mental health issues etc. If any of these topics will be mentioned or written out in detail, there will be an extra trigger warning in this particular chapter.
HAPPY LOWMAN
.˳·˖ SKIN AND BONES | COMPLETED | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
.˳·˖ A LITTLE LOST | COMPLETED | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
.˳·˖ SUMMER NIGHTS | COMPLETED | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
.˳·˖ GONE WITH THE SIN | COMPLETED | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
.˳·˖ SWEATER WEATHER | ON GOING | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
.˳·˖ JUST COME HOME | COMPLETED | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
JAX TELLER
.˳·˖ DECODE | SLOW UPDATES | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
.˳·˖ SEASON OF THE WITCH | COMPLETED | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
SHANE WALSH
.˳·˖ COLD BONES | ON HOLD | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
SONS OF ANARCHY
.˳·˖ HALLOWEEN AND CHRISTMAS | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
ORIGINAL WORK
.˳·˖ WHISPERS IN THE DARK | WITCH X WITCH HUNTER | MYSTIC/HORROR/ WHIMSIGOTH | ON HOLD | ALL CHAPTERS HERE!
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“Open wide” his voice is rough, as it always is when we fuck. One of his hands is wrapped around my throat like a tighter than usual necklace, the pressure pinning me into the mattress exactly where he wants me.
“Ja-”
His name barely leaves my mouth before he cuts me off with another see thrust. My back arches beneath him and I note the bullet chain he wears everyday swinging and glistening with every movement he makes.
I can’t stop watching it, or watching him.
“You trust me, don’t you?” He asks shifting his weight forward until he’s hovering inches away from me.
“Yes” I pant, my mouth falling open without him needing to tell me again. Trying to breath normally while he moves inside of me. Every slow push of his cock making me pulse around him.
I watch him closely as he bites his bottom lip, sweat blooming along his hairline. Then my attentions wonders to the faint bruise sitting pretty against his skin. Club business, of course.
My focus snaps back to his mouth when I realise what he’s doing. He’s gathering saliva slowly on his tongue letting it build there while he watches me watch him. I can’t help the way my jaw starts to tremble, spit has never been my kinda thing and the idea of it before tonight would have probably made me cringe the fuck out.
But right now, right here with Jax towering over me like this, my pussys reacting in a way I can’t even explain, like she’s taking the time to gather up all her own moisture. My mouth starts to close from the nerves but his fingers tighten around jaw forcing it open.
“Uh uh” he shakes his head, “keep it open darlin’”
He leans closer so fucking slowly, and I watch as the saliva rolls from the top of his tongue in a slow strand stretching between us. It reminds me of raindrops caught in a spider web, glistening and stretchin before it finally falls.
And then it does. The strand breaks and it lands softly on my tongue. I close my mouth accepting his gift immediately and swallow before I even give it the chance to make me feel some kinda way.
The look on his face changes the second he sees it. His eyes creasing at the corners with satisfaction written across his face.
“Atta girl” he says so fucking proudly before straightening again, gripping my hip tighter as he begins to move harder, pulling every desperate sound I can make straight outta me.
“Lettin’…” thrust. “Me…” thrust. “Spit…” thrust. “In…” thrust. “Your…” thrust. “Mouth…” thrust. “You were made for me, you know that darlin’?”
He leans in, dragging my body closer to his until our chests touch. Before I can even form a sentence, he spits again. But this time, it’s dirtier, filthy even.
“I knew you’d like it” his grin has a touch of sin.
Oh my god!!!! I’ve missed you so much 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖 hahahaha you are very welcome 🤭🤪 what a way to be blessed with some Teller smut on your first day back hehe! Xx
“Open wide” his voice is rough, as it always is when we fuck. One of his hands is wrapped around my throat like a tighter than usual necklace, the pressure pinning me into the mattress exactly where he wants me.
“Ja-”
His name barely leaves my mouth before he cuts me off with another see thrust. My back arches beneath him and I note the bullet chain he wears everyday swinging and glistening with every movement he makes.
I can’t stop watching it, or watching him.
“You trust me, don’t you?” He asks shifting his weight forward until he’s hovering inches away from me.
“Yes” I pant, my mouth falling open without him needing to tell me again. Trying to breath normally while he moves inside of me. Every slow push of his cock making me pulse around him.
I watch him closely as he bites his bottom lip, sweat blooming along his hairline. Then my attentions wonders to the faint bruise sitting pretty against his skin. Club business, of course.
My focus snaps back to his mouth when I realise what he’s doing. He’s gathering saliva slowly on his tongue letting it build there while he watches me watch him. I can’t help the way my jaw starts to tremble, spit has never been my kinda thing and the idea of it before tonight would have probably made me cringe the fuck out.
But right now, right here with Jax towering over me like this, my pussys reacting in a way I can’t even explain, like she’s taking the time to gather up all her own moisture. My mouth starts to close from the nerves but his fingers tighten around jaw forcing it open.
“Uh uh” he shakes his head, “keep it open darlin’”
He leans closer so fucking slowly, and I watch as the saliva rolls from the top of his tongue in a slow strand stretching between us. It reminds me of raindrops caught in a spider web, glistening and stretchin before it finally falls.
And then it does. The strand breaks and it lands softly on my tongue. I close my mouth accepting his gift immediately and swallow before I even give it the chance to make me feel some kinda way.
The look on his face changes the second he sees it. His eyes creasing at the corners with satisfaction written across his face.
“Atta girl” he says so fucking proudly before straightening again, gripping my hip tighter as he begins to move harder, pulling every desperate sound I can make straight outta me.
“Lettin’…” thrust. “Me…” thrust. “Spit…” thrust. “In…” thrust. “Your…” thrust. “Mouth…” thrust. “You were made for me, you know that darlin’?”
He leans in, dragging my body closer to his until our chests touch. Before I can even form a sentence, he spits again. But this time, it’s dirtier, filthy even.
“I knew you’d like it” his grin has a touch of sin.
Hi I'm a bit confused. I see everything is tagged as x reader, but none of your work is x reader and was wondering why?
Hi! Maybe I shouldn't have used that tag, but I mentioned in a post once and in some authors notes that I'm just horrible at writing character x reader but that people can still read my fics as that if they want. They don't have to imagine the OC I'm using, I just need a name instead of reader (idk why I can't write in reader's POV). I'm sorry if this was confusing. 🙈
One liner prompt: “Please… Stay… ” with Happy Lowman
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It was no secret he had a crush on you, everyone knew, except for you of course. Being the SAMCRO Princess, your father Clay made sure to keep any interested males away from you all your life. And with a half brother like Jackson watching every move Clay couldn’t, you never stood a chance.
It wasn’t all bad having bikers for family though; without having boys to focus on, you plunged yourself into your studies, graduating high school at the top of your class and finishing med school with honors after 6 years. Through all that time, you had been so sheltered, you yourself didn’t realize how beautiful you had grown up to be. But Happy did. Anytime you came near him once you moved back to start your residency at St. Thomas, his focus was 100% on you, and you spent more and more time hanging around the clubhouse these days.
Clay had you doing doctor work on the side for the club, pulling slugs, stitching wounds, evaluating various other injuries.
You could start a SAMCRO clinic with the amount of work they had for you.
Today was much like other days, getting a text at work from Juice asking you to come to the clubhouse because someone had been shot. You groaned when you found out who it was…Happy… He made you nervous.
He didn’t know it, but you had been attracted to him since he moved down from Tacoma, turning Nomad. He had the Redwood patch now and it had been that way for a couple years. You had gotten to know him pretty well since you moved back to Charming, even with his monosyllabic method of conversing, you managed to become his friend, but sometime along the way you developed something deeper for him. A crush maybe, you weren’t sure, but you felt relentless butterflies in your stomach when you were around him.
He was sitting in the chapel, his shirt was off, showcasing his slim and muscular tattooed body. You cringed when you saw his head wound, a bullet had grazed his scalp leaving a two inch gash on his head.
You gave him a local and stitched it up, handing him a bottle of painkillers and having him swallow a couple down immediately before you and Chibs helped him down the hall to the spare room in the back.
He was placed on the bed and he nodded to Chibs, who smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at him unbeknownst to you before quickly excusing himself.
You sat on the edge of the bed beside him, handing him a script for more vicodin to fill when he ran out, and you warned him against mixing the drugs with alcohol to which he sleepily nodded, his eyes fluttering almost closed.
You patted him on the shoulder and narrowly resisted trailing your hand across his chest muscles and abs.
You had turned to stand up from the bed when you felt his hand on your wrist. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned back to face him, searching his eyes for an answer.
“Please… Stay… ” he groggily pleaded, causing a smile to stretch across your face.
“Hap, I gotta get back to–”
“Shh-hh-hh,” he interrupted, placing a finger to his lips.
It was obvious the drugs had kicked in, he was a little loopy and it was adorable, seeing as how his normal demeanor was much more serious and grim.
You grinned and sat back down beside him, staring down at his half-open eyes. In one swift motion he pulled you down and wrapped you up in his arms, your body lying halfway on top of his and your head nestled against his chest.
You chuckled a little as your heart pounded in your chest, it was about to burst with excitement when Happy looked down and kissed the top of your head, his own head then falling back against the pillow as he sighed.
“I like this,” he whispered and you hummed in response, not knowing what else to say. His warm smooth body was so comforting as you rested against him, you hoped he was for real, and it wasn’t just the drugs making him lie to you.
“I like you.” he stated matter-of-factly, his raspy voice fading out as he drifted off to sleep.
You smiled, he probably wouldn’t remember this in the morning, but you didn’t care.
You reached into your scrubs pocket and pulled out your phone, texting your supervisor and letting her know you wouldn’t be able to return to work tonight before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep in the Tacoma Killer’s arms.
authors note; that's it, I finally managed to finish my little Christmas story (in FEBRUARY, Jesus Christ). But here we are. I wasn't super happy with this story. I really loved the idea, how I formed everything in my head but thanks to the lack of motivation and other shit going on I just..somehow messed it up. But now I'm trying to put my focus on one story only, maybe a second one on the side so this won't happen again. I really want to improve my writing again and hope you guys stick around. I'll be focusing on ULTRAVIOLENCE (only on Wattpad, sorry!) from now on but there's a chance that I'll publish another Happy Lowman or Jax Teller fic soon. Stay tuned and please don't ever get tired of leaving feedback, if gives us authors so much motivation. Thank you for supporting my works, I appreciate you guys. 🫶🏻
(trigger-) warning; a little bit of smut, fluff.
word count; about 3.2k
SERIES MASTERLIST
THE FIRST RAYS OF SUNLIGHT cast a warm glow through the bedroom window; it was a cold but sunny day. Inside, however, there was no sign of cold. Quite the opposite, as Winter sat on Happy's lap, sensually moving her hips and sliding down his throbbing dick with every movement.
With her forehead pressed firmly against his and their lips sealed in a sloppy but tender kiss, her fingernails left crescent shapes on Happy's back, eliciting a low groan from him each time her fingernails scratched across his skin, leaving further marks.
After Tig and Barbara had left yesterday, and Happy had eerily calmly explained everything, including that she no longer needed to worry about what would happen to her studio, it had been impossible for her to keep her hands to herself. The weight lifted from her shoulders, the fact that she no longer had to endure Pete's abuse and could now fully focus on her future with Happy, was an indescribable feeling.
And this was her way of showing her gratitude, letting all her emotions flow into the act they no longer had to keep secretᅳ or rather, no longer had to fear being seen together.
"Fuck, I'm close," she breathed, her lips still on his as she lowered her hips again, letting out a whimper as the thick veins of his cock brushed against all the right spots, caressing her walls in a way that had her tense, in the best way possible, all the time. "So..close."
"Go on, take what you need," the former SAA demanded with a low growl, one hand grabbing her ass and kneading it firmly, the other disappearing into her hair to give it a sharp tug as he bucked his hips.
Her squelching cunt gripped him, tightening with every movement, her clit throbbing against his trimmed pubes. A hard slap landed on her ass, making her whimper and arch into him even more while she held her breath for a second.
"Fuck, Hap..I—" her voice died, replaced by a breathless moan as the knot in her lower abdomen loosened and the feeling of pure ecstasy washed over her.
Breathing heavily, she clung to Happy, their sweaty bodies stuck together as she refused to let go of him while her orgasm tore through her. Her lips desperately searched for his, her breath quick and heavy as she parted her lips to allow his tongue entry. It was messy, wet, and dirty; but she loved it.
And so did Happy. His grip on her hair tightened, dangerously possessive as he held her head close by her hair, thrusting relentlessly upwards, his grip getting more possessive and stronger with each hard thrust. His hand was resting against her back, pressing her against him until there was no space between them left.
"Fuck," he groaned as Winter came all over him with a broken moan, soaking him with her juices. Their eyes were squeezed shut, molars clenched as her cunt milked him like there was no tomorrow. "That's it, woman, just like that."
From the way he held her, Winter could tell he was close to reach his own release as his thrusts became sloppy, but with a desperate, relentless intensity that made her see stars. His mouth attacked her neck, a mixture of sucking and love biting as he pulled her head aside by her hair, giving him perfect access.
Her mewls and whimpers only helped him reach his goal, and with one last, hard thrust of his hips, he shot his load deep inside her, coating her walls with the warm, salty beads. The good thing was, she didn't have to worry about getting pregnant anymore; she already was.
As he tried to catch his breath, his grip on her loosened. Letting his hand slip from her hair, it landed softly against her cheek, his thumb gently rubbing her soft skin. His other hand slid slowly up and down her back, leaving a pleasant shiver on her slightly sticky skin. A sigh slipped past her lips and directly into the kiss Happy had drawn her into, taking their breath away once more.
"I love you," she murmured as he momentarily had to catch his breath, his lips still hovering over hers. "I'm so grateful that you guys moved to Tacoma and not somewhere else."
She rubbed the tip of her nose against his, a soft smile playing on her lips as she slowly opened her eyes and gazed directly into the depths of his, her smile only growing as she realized how intently he was watching her, seemingly taking in every tiny detail of her face.
"What?" she asked, snuggling closer to him as his arms loosely wrapped around her waist. "You look thoughtful."
Happy shook his head, pressing a kiss against her jawline while his tattooed arms tightened around her. "Just thinkin' about what a lucky bastard I am. Never thought I'd ever find someone perfect like you."
Let alone deserve someone like Winter. Compared to him, she was innocence in person, someone who should've been protected, not dragged into this life. But it was impossible to stay away from her, he'd tried. Her whole manner and the love she gave him every single day were too intoxicating not to be tempted. She was almost like a siren who had lured him in with her voiceᅳ only in the form of an irresistible smile.
"I feel the same way." She shifted on his lap, biting her lips as his cock twitched inside her once more, still buried inside her. With a serious expression, she cupped his face in her hands. "Who knows how my life would've turned out without you, what would've happened with Pete," she said through a humorless laugh, swallowing softly. "I'm just grateful to be here now, with you, pregnant and in our own home."
She swallowed again with a wistful smile as she realized once again how lucky she was. So lucky, in fact, that she was momentarily speechless, a lump forming in her throat as a film of tears formed around her piercing blue eyes.
"I can't lose this..like my mom lost Tig back then," she added in a whisper, her breath trembling.
"Hey," Happy sat up straight, slipping his hand to the back of her neck, his grip firm and his thumb resting against her chin, gently forcing her to look at him. "You won't. That shit ain't goin' to happen to us, little girl."
He quickly caught the first tear that rolled down her cheek with the pad of his thumb, then pressed his lips to hers as she nodded weakly, unable to speak or she would burst into tears. Perhaps it was already the pregnancy hormones kicking in, or perhaps it was simply the fear that they would make the same mistake as their parents. On top of everything else, there had been all the events of the past few weeks. Pete, Sloane, the constant hiding and abuseᅳ it was no wonder she was emotional; he was just better at hiding it than she was.
"You promise?" Her voice threatened to crack, fragile, but with a hint of hope lingering in her gaze as she looked at him.
"With my fuckin' life, babe," he croaked, her face now resting in both his hands. "Are we gonna see a doctor? I wanna see our baby."
Winter chuckled softly through a sniffle before nodding eagerly, rubbing the tip of her nose. "Yes, of course. I'll call my gyn right away and ask if we can come over."
"But first, we'll take a shower," he insisted with the slightest grin as he stole another kiss from her lips. "And after the gyn, we'll head to my mom's; she needs to know, all of this."
Taking a deep breath, the blonde nodded slightly. "Still nervous about that. I hope she likes me."
"She'll love you, trust me," Happy replied with a rather confident shrug before getting up with her, making sure her legs were wrapped securely around his waist. "Just be yourself, that's all it takes."
"You make it sound so easy," Winter snorted, clinging to him as he headed for the bathroom. "Do you think I should get her flowers? Or chocolates? Maybe both?"
Happy could only breathe a laugh as he walked down the hall, listening to his Old Lady make further suggestions. He, on the other hand, was fairly certain that once his mother knew the whole truth, she would be quite thrilled about the positive change in his lifeᅳ and especially about Winter, pregnant with her grandchild.
ABOUT A YEAR LATER
THE SCENT OF VANILLA and cinnamon filled the house, soft Christmas music played in the background, and the fireplace crackled as Happy kept glancing over at Winter, their son nestled safely in her lap while she was wrapping presents with that smile that made him fall in love with her in the first place.
As if she'd never done anything else, she added one perfectly wrapped gift after another to the pile between them, while Happy struggled to wrap even one present halfway decently. He had insisted on helping her with anything today, and for a moment he'd regretted that when she'd mentioned earlier that she still had presents to wrap.
"I got no idea how you do that shit so perfectly," he grumbled, deep lines etched on his forehead as he examined his half-wrapped present; a small beauty set for Barbara. "It looks fine unwrapped, we don't need all that shit."
"Oh, come on. It looks much better wrapped, grumpy." Winter rolled her eyes in amusement as she shifted the little boy slightly in her lap and then reached for the gift in Happy's hand. "It doesn't look too bad, you just need some more practice."
Happy arched an eyebrow, letting out a huff-like sound. "You need glasses, woman?"
"Hey, don't be rude now." With a pout, she gently slapped his arm with the gift before carefully placing it on the floor in front of her. "Maybe you should learn to accept compliments from your Old Lady."
"You think so?" Happy grinned, gently pushing his son's hand away as he reached for the scissors. Of course, Aiden protested loudly, shocked about the fact that he wasn't allowed to play with sharp objects. "Don't look at me like that, you only gonna hurt yourself, boy."
The six-month-old fussed softly and dramatically threw his head against Winter's stomach, but his face lit up immediately when Happy gave him the soft ribbon that couldn't hurt him. A delighted squeal followed by a soft coo echoed through the living room as Aiden enthusiastically inspected the ribbon.
Winter shook her head, chuckling softly as she looked down at her son. "Great, now what do I use to decorate the presents?"
"They're already perfect, woman, they don't need any more decoration," Happy remarked stubbornly, definitely done with gift-wrapping for todayᅳ or ever. "Besides, I have something else planned for you," he added with a sly grin. "I'll take care of Aiden, you get changed."
Winter raised an eyebrow, a mixture of skepticism and curiosity flashing in her eyes. "What are you planning, Lowman?"
"You'll see, I'm not tellin' you." Casually, he scooped Aiden from Winter's lap and sat the boy between his legs, shooting his Old Lady a loving yet demanding look. "Go, we gotta leave in an hour. That doable?"
"That's not fair," the blonde murmured with a pout, but her expression betrayed her secret delight. With a grin, she leaned forward, pressed a kiss to Aiden's dark hair, and then kissed Happy quickly. "An hour? I can do that. Are you sure you two are okay here?"
"Sure, we'll clean up this whole mess while you're gettin' ready," he told her after stealing another quick kiss before watching her disappear down the hall with a laugh, of course with his eyes lingering on that perfect ass of hers.
WINTER HAD NO IDEA where Happy had disappeared to after they entered the restaurant, where her parents, Lee and his wife, and Jax and Tara with their kids, were already waiting. The small group was already seated at a large table in a private section, giving them more privacy.
She hadn't known anything about any of this, Happy must've planned all this behind her back. Now she sat nervously at the table, with Tara to her left holding Thomas on her lap. Aiden sat on her mother's lap, receiving the undivided attention of both her parents, who were completely smitten with their grandson and spoiled him so much that she and Happy sometimes didn't even know what to say.
Lee and his wife also spared no expense in pampering Aiden. All in all, their son had a lot of people around him who loved him, and that was all that mattered.
"Are you nervous?" Tara's lowered voice pulled her from her thoughts, a slight grin tugging at the brunette's lips. "Because you look like you're about to go crazy."
"Well, apparently there's a reason for being as mysterious as you all are," Winter countered with a nervous smirk as she brought the wine glass to her lips. "Can you tell me at least something? Are we here for a special occasion?"
Tara tilted her head slightly, smiling as she shrugged her shoulders. "Let's just say you're here for no reason, all of us are. And it's not just because of Christmas Eve."
"Tara! You can't tease me and then not tell me anything," the blonde wailed as she put down her glass and nervously crossed one leg over the other. Then, after another second, her eyes widened. "Wait, is it what I think it is?"
Snorting a laugh, Tara bumped her shoulder against Winter's. "You'll see, Happy should be here soon."
And Tara was right. As if she'd summoned him, Happy came around the corner, and something about him was different. Apart from the black button up shirt he never usually wore, he seemed nervous. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he rubbed his hands together as he approached her. Suddenly, the whole table fell silent, except for the children's cheerful squeals.
"Hey, there you are," Winter remarked gently as she stood up and slowly walked toward him, taking him in while adjusting her dark red dress. "Are you okay?"
Happy grunted, followed by a small nod as he took her hand and gently pulled her a little further aside. He swallowed, visibly, but then seemed to push all his nervousness aside as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small, black box.
"Happy.." Winter gasped before he could even speak. It was pretty obvious what this was going to be. Especially when she glanced at her parents, who were already grinning from ear to ear, there was no doubt left.
When her gaze fell back on Happy, he was already on one knee, the now-opened box revealing a silver ring with a small diamond in its center. It was absolutely beautiful, breathtaking to be honest, and exactly her style.
"We haven't always had it easy, and I'm not good at choosing the right words," he began, all traces of nervousness gone. Instead, he seemed confident, sincere, and completely at peace with himself. "But I want you to know that I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. It's you or no one," he croaked with the slightest smile, watching as tears welled up in her eyes and her hands closed around her mouth. "Will you marry me, little girl?"
The whispers of the others faded into the background, the soft music from the speakers just a background noise at this point that Winter no longer even noticed. Instead, her vision blurred, a sob caught in her throat, and tears of joy burned in her eyes as she replayed the touching words in her mind.
Her answer was clear, without a doubt. Never before had she been so certain that she wanted something as much as this. Taking a step closer, she slowly lowered her hands and cleared her throat to loosen the lump.
"Of course I want to marry you, Hap," she croaked with an eager nod and reached for his hand to help him back to his feet. "I was just waiting for this moment, to be honest."
Happy let out a long breath he had been holding back. No matter how confident he was, her answer could still have been different than expected. He was all the more relieved now that she had said 'yes', so he wasted no more time, slipped the ring onto her left ring finger with the proudest smile, and pulled her flush against him before claiming her lips.
With her arms wrapped especially tightly around his neck today, she returned the kiss, pouring all the passion she possessed for her fiancé into it, whose hands rested firmly on her hips, squeezing softly. They both ignored the cheering in the background, instead they let the moment belong to them, just as it should be.
After Pete's death, everything had gotten better. Happy's mom had taken the news better than expected and immediately welcomed Winter with open arms, even though it pained her to hear what her son had to endure simply because he wanted to see his sick mother happy. Her parents had reconciled, both happy as ever. The tattoo studio was now hers and Happy's, both working there part time so they still had enough time for their son, and after a brief, messy court battle, Sloane had finally agreed to the divorce.
But the best thing of all had been the birth of their son, and now this. Two years ago, she had believed she would spend the rest of her life in misery, and now here she was; a mother, engaged, and simply happy.
"I love you," Happy croaked, giving her hips another squeeze as he held her close. "I won't disappoint you or Aiden ever, I promise, little girl."
"I have no doubt about that, baby," Winter whispered, her lips trembling slightly as she tried to hide her tears. "I love you too, more than you know."
Her words drew a genuine smile from him, small but present as he closed the gap between their lips once more, simply savoring the moment.
Even though he had never imagined his life would be like this, it was exactly what he wanted.
(trigger-) warning; a bit of t'orture, complicated family dynamic;
word count; 4074
SERIES MASTERLIST
IT WAS DEADLY SILENT in the dimly lit, sterile kitchen as Happy dragged a chair across the floor and sat down in front of Pete. Silently, he studied the man, whose hands and feet were bound to the second chair in front of him, the zip ties cutting into his fleshᅳ deliberately.
The tape over Pete's mouth kept him from cursing Happy out like a sailor, something he'd already done before being.. politely silenced. Now there was nothing but silence, just as Happy preferred it, after the doctor had given up yelling through the god damn tape.
"We'll be here for a while." Happy leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his toothpick rolling from side to side. "I'm going to untie one of your hands so you can write something down for me," he continued, voice cold and devoid of emotion, "ᅳ stating that your wife gets her studio. Also, you'll leave her all the money you have left. She fuckin' deserves it after keeping up with a piece of shit husband like you."
A grin tugged at his lips as he saw Pete flinch out of the corner of his eye when he reached into the inside pocket of his Kutte. However, the bastard relaxed when he saw it was just a piece of paper and a pen. Apparently the killer had thought about everything.
Happy shook his head, almost amused, as he slid the items across the shiny white surface of the dining table. He would've given Winter the money for the studio, but all of that would've taken too long, and Pete certainly wouldn't have give it to her so easilyᅳ after all, he would've lost leverage over his wife. So there was only one solution left for Happy; that Pete's pathetic life would come to an end tonight.
For Winter's safety, his peace of mind and the safety of their child.
Pete's muffled words bounced off the tape, his cheeks puffed out with air that he angrily expelled through his nose a moment later. Visibly frustrated at not being able to speak up, he threw his body from side to side, hoping to be able to free himself from the restraints. Long story short, I'd didn't work.
"Feels shitty when you're trapped, huh?" Grabbing the back of the chair, Happy dragged it in front of the table so Pete could start writing. Leaning menacingly close, he cut one of Pete's wrists free. "Write, and don't get stupid ideas."
For a second, there was silence. As Happy breathed down his neck, Pete opened and closed his fist, pumping some blood back into his hand before his cold stare met the killer's. Nothing but hatred simmered in his eyes while thinking about a logical solution of how to get out of here.
"Don't even think about it," Happy snarled as he recoiled slightly, nodding commandingly at the paper. "Better start writing."
Happy could've sworn he heard a muffled 'fuck you' through the tape, but ultimately it was nothing more than a gurgling sound in Pete's throat as the veins on his forehead threatened to burst with rage. He didn't seem to be wanting to make it easy for Happy either; instead, he leaned back, a grin reflecting in his eyes that was hidden beneath the tape.
"Don't get fuckin' cocky now," Happy huffed bitterly, straightening up. "But if that's what you want, fine with me."
Calmly, Happy shook the leather off his shoulders to protect it from blood and other contaminants. Carefully folded, he draped his Kutte over the back of the empty chair, yanked Pete and the chair back toward him, and wasted no time in slamming his fist into Pete's face. It only took two or three more punches to his jaw, the nose and his temple before Pete's head was rolling from side to side with blood dripping down his chin.
His grunts and whimpers caught in his throat; instead, with each trembling breath, he expelled a mixture of blood and snot through his nose. The bridge of his nose was already crooked and twisted from the single punch against it, the skin over the bone split open, just like Happy's knuckles.
"I can write that shit and you just sign it, I don't give a shit." Happy lowered himself to his level, eyes dark and gleaming with disgust. Cocking his head just slight, he drew his knife and pushed the blade against Pete's throat, causing him to instinctively lift his head and flinch back. "It's up to you, you're going to die one way or another if you keep acting like a fuckin' brat."
Pete tried, really, not to lose his pride, to stand his ground. His ego was too big to show fear and weakness, and yet, yet, he crumbled, his body trembling to the point where he almost pissed himself out of fear.
"What?" Happy pressed, the sinister grin slipping back onto his dark features. "Did you think you could just rape and beat my woman and get away with it?"
With mockery in his hate-filled tone, Happy straightened up and rolled his shoulders before he plunged the knife into Pete's leg without further warning, his smirk growing with the bittersweet sound of Pete's muffled scream. In seconds, the blood soaked into the fabric of the blue jeans as Happy pulled the knife from his flesh, the sound alone a source of satisfaction; but only a small one.
"Write, now. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get out of this alive," Happy grunted, his stoic expression giving no indication of whether he was serious or just playing with him. "I'd choose wisely if I were you."
Of course, he wasn't going to let Pete go, fuck no. But the bastard didn't need to know that.
Looking down at the trembling, completely apathetic man, Happy crossed his arms. "So, what's it going to be, huh?"
HALF AN HOUR LATER, Happy glanced over the handwritten lines Pete had scribbled onto the paper. He didn't give a shit about how it looked; what mattered was that it was signed so he could add it to the rest of the documents that would go to Pete's lawyer after his death. He was sure Winter knew where his shit was, which meant he could come to the best part now.
Setting the sheet aside neatly and far enough away, Happy stepped closer again and yanked the man's head up by his dark, disheveled hair. He was getting weaker from the blood loss in his leg, his skin now the same pale color as the furniture, chalk-white with an unhealthy-looking yellowish undertone. There was hardly any blood left in his hands and feet, thanks to the zip ties.
Happy hesitated briefly, then ripped the tape off Pete's mouth when he was sure the bastard was too weak to cry out for help anyway. His gaze was just as intimidating as usual, his movements calm but swiftᅳ after all, he wanted to finally get home to his woman.
"You're not letting me go, are you?" There was a low croak, followed by a bitter, realizing laugh barely louder than a trembling breath. "You two won't be happy for long, it can never work."
"No," Happy's answer was short, all that needed to be said as he was already spreading his tools on the table. At Pete's words, the corner of his mouth merely twitched upwards. "The only reason you're so pissed is because you know exactly that it's gonna work out between her and me."
Pete's breath grew heavier, each one more labored than the last; nevertheless, he snorted out a half-laugh. "Whatever helps you sleep better at night, man. She's a whore, that's not going to chᅳ"
There was a loud crack before Pete could finish his last word; no one called his Old Lady a whore. Blood splattered onto the kitchen floor, glistening in the soft light coming from the small lamp on the hallway, followed by two teeth that landed on the marble. With a weak, painful groan and a stifled yelp, Pete let his head fall back, losing all sense of direction. The metallic taste was just another irritating accompaniment to the coughing fit that gripped him as the blood pooling in his mouth trickled down his throat.
"Seems like you're not only weak but also stupid," Happy stated matter-of-factly, shaking his head in disgust. "You don't call a pregnant woman a whoreᅳ your mother didn't teach you any manners?"
Pete's eyes widened at the news he'd just heard. Barely able to move, he jerked his head up, regretting it a second later as everything around him started to spin. Fucker looked and sounded like a goddamn zombie and still had the nerve to move.
Not only horror but sheer rage simmered within him. "My wife's pregnant? From someone like..you?!"
"Not your wife anymore." Happy smirked to himself as he reached for the pliers, one of his favorite tools. "But yeah, she is. Which meant that you not only harmed my Old Lady, but could've harmed my kid as well."
He slowly turned, his malevolent features accentuated by the dim light, as he gripped Pete's jaw with a force that could probably break it. He snorted aggressively as he looked at the pathetic, whimpering, writhing misery before adjusting his grip so that Pete had no choice but to keep his mouth open.
"And I'm going to make you feel it," Happy croaked as he plunged the pliers into Pete's mouth, grabbing the first tooth. "You're nothin' but a weak little bastard, and that's how you'll be remembered."
Nothing would stop him from doing the same to the remaining teeth in Pete's mouth all while listening to the satisfying sound of his pain as if it was his favorite song. And the pliers were just the beginning.
WHILE HER CONCERN for Happy grew with every minute he was gone, Winter still wanted an explanation from her parents. She wasn't angry or disappointed that Tig was her father, no. To be honest, she couldn't imagine a cooler dad. She was just so angry because she'd never known, because they'd both taken away the chance from her to get to know him all these years.
"You have to believe us that we didn't do this to upset you, Winter." Barbara shifted nervously on the loveseat opposite the dark leather couch where Winter was sitting. "But back then things weren't exactly..simple."
Winter snorted at the argument, lifting an eyebrow. "Just because something isn't simple, does that give you a reason to lie to me for thirty years?"
"Wasn't that easy," Tig shook his head vigorously, still pacing the room, one hand on his hip, the other scratching his forehead. "It was dangerous, and we just wanted to protect you, baby."
"From what? What could've been so dangerous that it was safer for me without you than with you?" The blonde huffed out, simply because she was disappointed not to have received a reasonable answer yet. And that's exactly what her gaze, shifting between her parents, showedᅳ disappointment. "Do you have any idea how sad I was as a child because I didn't have a cool dad like all my friends? But apparently I had one."
Barbara shot to her feet, nervously fidgeting with her hands. "We thought long and hard about what was best for you, sweetheart. It was probably the hardest decision we've ever had to make."
"Back then, shortly after your mom found out she was pregnant," Tig continued for his ex, shooting her a small, wistful smile. "It was probably the happiest day of our lives. We moved in together right away, got furniture for your nursery before everything else," he told proudly as he sat down next to Winter, ignoring her angry glare. Instead, he reached for her hand. "But then I was transferred to Charming, and the war with the Mayans was worse than ever. I had no choice but to leaveᅳ without your mom."
Winter swallowed softly, pulling a knee to her chest as she reluctantly held Tig's hand; but she didn't pull it away. "Why without her? You could've taken Mom with you."
"No, not after what Clay told me," Tig replied, honest and without holding back details. "The Mayans stopped at nothing. On the contrary, they specifically targeted the family members instead of the club members and fought dirty to bring the Sons down. Two Old Ladies died, and even a kid."
That wasn't exactly what she'd expected to hear, but it was believable. "So..they focused on hurting the Old Ladies and the children of the club instead of you guys? That's just so fucked up."
Tig nodded weakly, his eyes flickering towards her, reflecting nothing but regret. "Yeah, and after spending a few weeks in Charming and seeing with my own eyes that Clay wasn't exaggerating, Barbara and I agreed that no one would ever find out about you guysᅳ for your safety."
"The war with the Mayans went on for almost a decade," Barbara continued as she sat down on Winter's other side. She gently reached for her daughter, unsure if Winter wanted her to, and brushed a few strands of hair from her face. "And it never really got better. Tig and I rarely spoke, and only on burner phonesᅳ but I wanted to at least give him some updates on how you were doing."
Winter sighed, pressing her hands to her forehead and shaking her head slightly. "Okay, fine, that was a shitty situation, I'll admit that; but you still could've told me. Jesus, Mom, you told me my dad wasn't here anymore."
"I know, and that was wrong," Barbara admitted softly, guilt etched into her tense features as she saw how disappointed Winter was. "But at first you were too young, and after all those years, when the war with the Mayans was finally over, we were afraid the truth would only confuse you."
"So we decided it was better for you if you didn't know anything about me," Tig finished, reaching behind Winter to place a hand on Barbara's, which was resting on the couch behind her. "That doesn't mean we liked it. I wanted to get to know you, to be there for you. But it was better this way."
Tears burned in Winter's eyes, her gaze lowered as she let the words sink in. "You have two other daughters, right? Why were they allowed to know you?"
"Fawn and Dawn, yes." Tig visibly tensed, simply because he didn't have a good explanationᅳ and he realized how unfair that was to Winter. "They were both born after all the trouble, meaning I could be there from the beginning. But I wasn't, I wasn't a good father to them either, baby."
She frowned in confusion, finally making eye contact with the man who seemed now a lot more vulnerable than usual. "Why not?"
"Because I couldn't reconcile it with my conscience to be there for the two of 'em but not for my first kidᅳand her mom...she just wasn't Barbara," he sighed, dragging a hand down his face before closing it around Winter's again. "I know we messed up, but not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you, Winter."
Great, now she felt guilty that Tig's other children didn't get much of a relationship from him either, just because he was constantly thinking about her. But she knew that was nonsense, it wasn't her fault. Still, a small part of her was glad to hear that he'd never forgotten about her.
Again she shook her head, letting out a dry laugh. "That's really fucked up, too, you know?"
"We know, believe me," Barbara whispered, the corners of her eyes drooping, as did the corners of her mouth. She gently squeezed Tig's hand and scooted closer to Winter. "We understand you're angry, but we did this to protect you. To be honest, I think you'd do the same if it ever came to that."
"It won't," Winter retorted, swallowing softly. Instinctively, her hand found her stomach, grasping her top, which crumpled in her firm grip. "I don't even wanna think about it."
Tig immediately knew why his daughter suddenly looked so anxious, as if she had something to fearᅳ after all, he already knew about the pregnancy. "It won't, but your mom's right, doll. You and Hap would do the same thing."
Barbara's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her eyes settling on Winter's hand resting on her stomach. "Is there something I should know?"
Winter looked up, first at Tig, then at her momᅳ and her hard features softened a little, just a bit. She couldn't stay angry for long at the woman who had done everything for her her whole life without ever complaining. "I'm pregnant. And yes, Happy is the father."
"What?!" Barbara's jaw dropped, her blue eyes wide as she clasped her hands over her mouth. "You...you're sure? You're really pregnant?"
The slightest smile tugged at Winter's lips as she saw the sheer joy flash in her mother's eyes. "I haven't seen a doctor yet, but I'm pretty sure, yes. The test was positive, and the symptoms fit."
"Oh my God, this is...so wonderful!" For a moment, Barbara forgot the previous topic and threw her arms around her daughter's neck, hugging her tightly while burying her face in Winter's blonde hair. "This is the best news in a long time, baby. God, he or she will be so beautiful!"
"Hey, let her breathe, baby," Tig chuckled, now lounging casually in the corner of the couch as he watched the whole scene unfold. A wave of wistfulness washed over him again as he realized this was what he could've always had. "They'll be great parents, definitely gonna do a better job than we did."
"Shit, sorry," Barbara's apologetic expression met Winter's as she gently pushed her back, hands still resting on her daughter's arms as her chest swelled with pride. "You will be the best parents, I just know it. Waitᅳ" she glanced over Winter's shoulder at Tig, raising a stern eyebrow. "You knew about this? Since when?"
"Well, sort of," Tig cleared his throat, suddenly getting all nervous under Barbara's scrutinizing gaze. "She told me, and I wanted her to tell you herself."
"Are you afraid of Mom?" Winter asked, clearly amused as she watched the interaction between her parents, caught between them as if she were a teenager who'd done something wrong. "Don't worry, I wasn't trying to hide it from you," she reassured her mom quickly. "I was just really angry, and I already told Tig I was pregnant before he dropped the bomb."
"I'll remember that," the older blonde uttered, her eyes slightly narrowed. As her gaze made Tig almost flinch, it brought a grin to Barbara's lips. But her focus was back on her daughter, a hint of hope crossing her features. "Wait, you were? Does that mean you're not angry anymore?"
Tig pushed himself forward, cautiously scooting closer to Winter again. "Because we'd be really grateful if you weren't anymore."
Exhaling slowly, Winter sank back into the cushions, scratching her perfectly shaped eyebrow as she looked back and forth between her parents. "I want to be angry, I really do, believe me. But..I can't."
Right now, she needed all the support she could get, emotionally speaking. Not talking to her mom for weeks was unthinkable, and ignoring Tig while she'd be spending more time at the clubhouse was equally impossibleᅳ and not something she actually wanted to do. Punishing them wouldn't turn back time either and knowing her parents would do it all over again just to protect her was actually heartwarming.
"You'd have every right to be," Barbara reasoned sincerely, yet a faint smile still pulled at her lips. Her face falling into a thoughtful frown, she leaned back too, clasping her hands over her stomach, her head turned toward Winter. "We won't disappoint you again, baby. No more secrets, I promise."
"Not a single one," Tig added with a rare seriousness as he draped an arm over the back of the couch and looked at the two women. "We'll make this work, somehow. The three of us."
"Sounds like a good plan," Winter agreed with a small smile. "Does that mean you two are going to give it another try, too?"
"I, wellᅳ" Barbara stammered, nervously wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. "I mean, it's not that simple."
Tig rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and cleared his throat. "Yeah, it's been a long time."
As if caught in the act, they exchanged visibly nervous glances, though Winter could also see the desire in them. Heaving a soft, snorty laugh she lifted an eyebrow.
"Jesus, you guys are worse than teenagers that are in love for the first time," the blonde giggled, putting her feet up on the coffee table. "Anyone could see that there's still something there."
"Okay, yeah, naybe you're right." Tig's directness returned the moment he had to agree with his daughter. Extending his hand slightly forward, he pushed a few strands of Barbara's bangs out of her eyes, smiling. "We could give this another try, doll."
Barbara's cheeks now covered in a rich red, dimples visible as her smile returned, she chewed on the inside of her cheek. "Uh, yeah, maybe we could."
Winter rolled her eyes again, but with a smile, as her parents lost themselves in their gazeᅳ while she sat awkwardly between them, suddenly feeling quite out of place. Thankfully, she then heard the rumble of a bike and climbed off the couch before jumping to her feet and heading for the door.
Her nerves had been frayed for the past few hours, not knowing how Happy was, when he would return, or if everything had gone well. She was all the more relieved when he dismounted his bike, the pebbles crunching under his boots as he walked straight toward her.
They didn't need words; their expressions said enough under the dim terrace light. The moment his arm slipped around her waist, hers closed tightly around his neck, their bodies melting into one as he captured her lips for a longing kiss. Winter could practically feel Happy relax, his muscles less tense now that he was home.
"Hey," she whispered with a faint smile as Happy broke the kiss and let his forehead fall against hers. "You okay?"
"Always, little girl," he croaked as he gently pushed her inside and closed the door behind them. "You okay, too?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she assured him with a nod, nervously biting her lip. "Is he...gone?"
Happy placed his keys on the dresser before stripping his zip hoodie and kutte, his shoulders tensing up again as he looked at his Old Lady. He didn't answer, instead simply nodded while carefully observing her reaction. When her shoulders dropped with a deep sigh of relief, and nothing but gratitude lingered in her gaze, he relaxed as well.
"Thank you, Hap," she croaked softly, her hands fisting her own hair. "You have no idea what a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. And I'll always appreciate what you did for me", the blonde added in a whisper, letting out a shaky breath.
"I promised to always protect you and our kid," he stated with a shrug, his hands finding her hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles against her skin. "And this was the only way. The studio situation is sorted out, too."
She looked up in surprise, blinking a few times. "But how?"
"I'll explain in a minute," he grunted, gently pushing her toward the living room, knowing that Tig and Barbara were still waiting. "They'll probably wanna know too."
"Yeah, probably," she nodded slightly, though she couldn't suppress a smile any longer as Happy led her into the living room.
She didn't know what she'd done to deserve someone like Happy, but she knew that without him she'd probably be in despair by nowᅳ or maybe not even here anymore. And if she was, just a shadow of her former self. So yes, his appearance had saved her life, as cheesy as that sounded.
Now all she had to do was to have his back in the divorce battle with Sloane, and then they'd have peace.
