Have you ever wondered how Jax would interact with his kids when they got older? I bet if Tara lived Abel would grow up to be a snarky little maniac... ehh. Alas.
But, what if in the early, happy days of SOA, Jax found out he had a 12-13 year old son? Either with a girl who moved out of town or a slightly older croweater? Now, mom is dead/in jail/abducted by aliens and Jax gets a call to pick up his son?
I blame Pinterest for this one. It’s not like I went prowling for it, they just showed up in my feed, side by side. And, like Chucky, they’re kinda perfect ;)
Anyone would like to take a stab at it and write a lil’ somethin’?
Hi thank you for writing Night One. It was amazing! I have another request if that’s okay. I’ve been watching David Labrava do renovations to his home and I would like to make a Happy request. Maybe he is fixing something and it goes wrong or gets a little hurt? I like prompts 21 and 23. Something funny and smutty. Thank you!
This kinda turned out more suggestive than full-on smut, but hope ya enjoy!
DIY
Getting back from the clubhouse much later than he said he would, Happy could feel his shoulders sag as he finally allowed himself to relax.
He wasn’t the type to vocalise it, but he had come to really appreciate that feeling of coming home – something he hadn’t really had since he was a kid, out getting into trouble on the streets before finally seeking sanctuary at his ma’s. Not until you came into his life.
Now, he had a home beyond the clubhouse, not just a house. Somewhere peaceful to just switch off, relax and—
“The fuck you doing, little girl?”
He realised his error as soon as you started at his barked query, precariously perched as you were at the top of a step-ladder and trying to lift a heavy framed print into position.
He was across the room in three strides to grab you and steady the ladder, before manoeuvring the artwork out of your now shaky hands, setting it down with only a little care and then hoisting you over his shoulder with only a little more.
“Hap!” you protested, as he carried you towards the bedroom and unceremoniously dumped you in the centre of the bed. “I nearly had it!”
“What, a broken neck?” he growled. “Told ya I’d do it.”
“Months ago,” you pointed out, rolling your eyes.
“Been busy,” he shrugged, rubbing a hand over his shaven head. “Ain’t like it’s going nowhere.”
“Clearly not on the wall,” you grumbled, making his eyes narrow dangerously.
Grown men would have baulked at that look, but not you. Because the leather and denim clad biker in front of you wasn’t Samcro’s lethal enforcer when he was with you, just the man you had – admittedly against the odds – fallen in love with.
He shrugged off his cut and you smirked in anticipation, leaning back on your elbows on the bed. Only for your face to fall when he turned on his heel and walked out.
“Happy!”
Realising his stubborn ass had gone to put an end to your nagging over the issue once and for all, you flumped back on the bed and let your eyes drift closed, disgruntled that you had got your way, but also done yourself out of precious time that could have been … spent in other ways.
Still, it was only one damn picture, how long could it take?
With that in mind, you hastily shimmied out of your jeans, leaving on the old button-down shirt of Hap’s you’d been wearing around the house, but undoing a few buttons – and then a few more for good measure. Until, in the end, there was just one button holding it closed over your lacy bra and panties. An impish grin tugged at your lips as you let your hair down and raked a hand through it to let it fall rumpled over your shoulders.
A quick check in the mirror, a slick of lip gloss and a dab of your favourite perfume and you dropped casually back onto the bed to lounge against the pillows and wait for your man to reappear.
But as the minutes stretched on, you got impatient and curious as to what the hell he could be doing. Then you heard the crash.
“MOTHERFUCKER!”
Oh shit. Scrambling off the bed, you ran barefoot to investigate, only to stop dead when you realised what must have happened.
God knows how it had happened or why, but your never-do-anything-by-halves man had managed to drive not just the nail into the wall, but the hammer as well, dropping the print in the process and smashing the glass. Which would explain the blood.
“Jesus, Hap,” you managed, once you realised he wasn’t quite as badly hurt as you’d feared, and trying to supress a smile at the outraged look on his face that things had not gone as planned. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“Remind me to leave shit well enough alone?” he suggested darkly.
“You’re cute when you’re fucking furious,” you said, daring to offer him a small smile as you took his hand to examine the damage.
“Ow!”
“Baby,” you teased, something few would dare and even fewer would do and live to tell the tale. “Would a kiss help?”
“Depends what you’re kissing,” Happy said gruffly, having just realised the view he was getting. If there was one thing his possessive ass loved more than seeing you in his clothes, it was seeing you half out of them.
“If that’s how your mind’s working, I guess I can assume you’ll live,” you said archly, having satisfied yourself there was no glass embedded in his hand and the bleeding had almost stopped already.
He glared down at you, but anything he was about to say got lost when you kissed his fingers softly, looking up at him through long lashes as you sucked on the tip of one uninjured digit for just a moment, biting your lip coyly when you released him.
“Got this mess to clear up …” he started roughly, but you suspected he was only trying to provoke you – and this was one thing you weren’t prepared to wait for any longer.
Slowly undoing that one remaining button, you let that borrowed shirt slip to the floor and cocked your head to one side as you looked at him.
Request; “We’ll find them, okay?” “I never break my promises.”“Marry me?”“I think I may be pregnant.” with Jax Teller pretty please
Requested by @gemini0410
Requested from this prompt list.
Summary; Y/N tells Jax shes pregnant, and is due around the same time as Wendy. A few months later, it isn't just Abel who gets taken to Ireland. (I changed "I think I may be pregnant." to "I'm pregnant." to fit the story.)
I'd never been nervous heading to the clubhouse, until today. I had to tell Jax I was pregnant. He already had a kid on the way with his ex wife Wendy, and I found out we were gonna be due around the same time.
I pulled into the clubhouse to see Jax sitting outside, having a drink with Clay, Juice and Chibs.
"Hey darlin'." Jax smiled, standing up to kiss me on the cheek, once I got to them.
"Hey guys." I said, giving a half smile. "Jax, can we talk?"
"Sure, let's go to the roof." A look of worry had spread across his face.
I was worried too, we'd only slept together once and while he'd officially asked me to be his old lady, I didn't know if he'd cope with this and Wendy.
We climbed up to the roof, sitting on the side. It was nice up here, peaceful, you could see the going ons of the clubhouse and the garage below you.
"So, what's going on?" Jax asked me. "You okay?"
"Jax, I'm pregnant. And I get if you can't handle it, with Wendy and everything and you can be as involved if you want. Even if it's not at all." I blurted out.
Jax was silent for a second, the look of worry turning to one of shock, but he managed to regain himself quickly.
"You're pregnant?"
I nodded. "Due around the same time as Wendy."
A grin spread across his face. "That's great, I'm gonna have two beautiful children."
He grabbed my face, kissing me.
"So you're happy?"
"I'm ecstatic." He grinned. "I can't wait to be a dad."
He kissed me again.
"So, do you wanna tell the club, or?"
Jax nodded, standing up.
"Let's go, I can't wait for them to know."
We climbed back down into the clubhouse, everyone was there, besides Gemma. Thankfully, the whole ub accepted me straight away, and it was easy to talk to them.
"Hey, where's Gemma?" I asked them
"Garage office." Tig answered me.
"Jax, we can't do this without her."
"Do what?" Juice asked, looking confused.
"Go fetch Gemma, then we'll tell everyone."
Juice nodded, running to fetch her.
"Whats going on? Is something wrong?" Gemma asked, when she ran in a few seconds later.
"Y/N's pregnant!" Jax yelled happily, causing a chorus of congratulations and hugs.
*A few months later*
I was at home, watching Abel and our daughter Isabel, with Half Sack watching over me. He was a good guy, loyal to the club, I hoped they patched him in soon, I liked him.
We were in the kitchen, I was preparing bottles for the kids. They were in their car seats, I was about to take them to see Gemma.
Someone burst in the house in a ski mask, and into the kitchen. Half Sack jumped straight in front of me and the kids, but he got stabbed.
"Half Sack!!" I screamed. I couldn't go to him, because the guy had the knife pointed right at me, and I was frozen in shock.
Before I could move, the man had took both the kids and gone. I quickly grabbed the phone, dialling Jax, but he didn't pick up.
This was club stuff, could I take Half Sack to the hospital? I wasn't sure, I needed Jax.
I knelt down next to him. "Stay with me, Half Sack."
I dialled Juice instead, who picked up instantly.
"Juice, I need the club now. My house, emergency. "
I didn't explain more, and hung up, it was always best to keep calls to a minimum.
As I tried to stem the bleeding coming from Half Sack, I realised the reality. The kids were gone, the kids were in my care and they were taken.
Juice was the first to burst through the door.
"He-He was stabbed." Juice moved me out the way, and took over, but it wasn't enough. Half Sack was dead.
I collapsed on the floor in tears, the kids were gone and Half Sack was dead, all because of me.
"Y/N!! Y/N!!!" I heard Jax's voice.
"Kitchen!" Juice yelled.
Jax ran in, the club behind him.
"What's happened?"
"The... The kids got taken." I sobbed. "Half Sa..ck tried to St... Stop him, but he killed him. Hes dead, and and I lost the kids."
"Hey, we'll find them, okay? I promise." Jax said, pulling me into his chest. "I never break my promises, we'll find them."
*A few weeks later*
We'd had Half Sacks funeral, where the buried him with a full kutte, after I'd asked Jax if they could. He deserved that kutte, and it was how they'd get it.
The club was on a lead in Ireland for the kids, and Gemma had stupidly gone after them.
They had been gone a while, and I was nervous. Just then, the door opened.
"Jax?" I ran to the door, to see Jax there with Abel and Isabel. "Oh my god, you found them!"
I ran over, wrapping them all in a hug. "Course I got 'em, promised you I would."
I kissed him, before taking Isabel off him, and we put them down to sleep.
"Y/N, marry me?"
I turned to face him. "What?"
"Marry me." He repeated. "Being apart like that, all of it, killed me. And I never knew if I'd tell you or the kids how much you meant to me. I love you Y/N,and I want you in my life forever."
"Of course I'll marry you." I grinned, before kissing him again.
You wanted attention and your Old Man wasn’t giving it to you. He was sitting with his arm around you, beer in the other hand, talking with his brothers. You had wiggled, sighed, changed position, but nothing. You got up heading towards the bar thinking of ways to get his attention.
Leaning against the bar you sigh, you had your ass pressed out hoping he would notice. Glancing back, you saw he was still not paying attention. Tapping your fingers against the bar you glared at all the bottles, when suddenly you thought. Hoping up you walked quickly to him. With one motion, you bend over and flick him in the nose. He blinked a few times then looked over at you. “Did you just flick me?”
I know I’m shite at writing as often as I should, lass, and I’m sorry for that, but this bloody hellhole keeps us on our toes. We’re all safe and we’ve got each other’s backs though, so don’t you be worrying your wee head.
I miss you every second of every day. Ask Tiggy – he complains I’m never done talking about you. I reckon he’s just jealous. And so he should be. I still have no idea what I did to deserve such a beautiful old lady to come home to.
I’m glad you’ve got Tara and Lyla for support. Stay strong for me, look after yourself.
PS: If I have to dig my way out of here with a fucking spoon, I’ll be there to hold your hand when our wee one’s ready to make an appearance. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, pet.
All my love,
Filip xx
*****
My wee love,
I’d give anything to be able to hold you right now, darling. I know you’ll have heard about Op, I know you’ll be scared and grieving like the rest of us.
I can’t get my own head round this.
I know you and Tara will do what you can for Lyla and those poor kiddies. Breaks my fucking heart thinking of them.
Please don’t be scared, baby. I’m coming home, I promise.
