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brrypiiix · 7 months ago

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Do you have a fan kid made for Claylex?

Absolutely! Please say hello to the Claylex Triplets, abbreviated to ICK

Here’s some info on them if you’re interested!

Claylex Triplets Info

Klaxon

Gender:

Male (he/him)

Age:

Species:

Techno/Pop Troll

Abilities:

Fish Tail Shapshifting(only can automatically shift when in or not in water)

Water Manipulation

Can hold his breath for 20-22 minutes

Drawbacks:

Cannot float on land due to the limitation rules of their shapeshift ability

Cannot breathe under water

Moral Alignment:

Chaotic Neutral

Special Posession:

Personally made hoodie with a fish tail that Poppy helped make

Strengths:

Has the will to fight anything or anyone. His stubbornness can be both a strength or a weakness

Weaknesses:

Can barely take when he cant get something as expected and causes him to act out because of it

Personality:

This kid is a wiiild one. He is completely keen on becoming the king of techno trolls one day. He puts it all into practice by attempting to lead every game or activity he partakes in. He’s mighty stubborn, especially on this subject. It ends up getting him in trouble a lot, especially with Clay who is trying his best to prevent Klaxon from becoming JD but worse when he was little. Klaxon is constantly getting into fights and is always trying to prove himself right. He has a lot of pride, but deep down all he truly ever wants is a relationship with his father Trollex and wants to be connected to his techno culture. The distance has affected him greatly despite the great attempts for Trollex to stay connected and bond with the kids

Major mixed kid insecurities

Personal Flaws:

Has a hard time facing reality and much rather follow his own comforting views. Such as being absolutely sure he will be king one day.

Habits:

Will fight god, will fight you, will fight a bush

Likes to stand in front of a mirror and draw a crown on over his reflections head

Also likes to stand in front of a mirror and admire his teeth, considering them cool with the individual pop troll teeth but also being slightly sharp bc of the techno troll side

Fears:

Being a nobody

Not being seen as “techno troll” enough

Likes:

Anything techno culture

Causing a scene

Playing pranks on everybody

Being the center of attention

Dislikes:

Clays nagging

A bush

Trolls mispronouncing his name

Dreams/Goals/Motives:

Wants to become king of the techno trolls one day.

Wants Trollex’s undeniable approval

Enemies:

Bush - Sworn enemy

Cappella

Gender:

Female (she/they)

Age:

Species:

Techno/Pop Troll

Abilities:

Fish Tail Shapshifting(only can automatically shift when in or not in water)

Water Manipulation

Drawbacks:

Cannot float on land due to the limitation rules of their shapeshift ability

Moral Alignment:

Neutral Good

Special Possession:

Goggles she got from JD for her birthday

A kandi bracelet gift from Ibiza

Strengths:

Loves LOVES to tinker and mess with the way a machine functions. She likes to make her own gadgets, altho she hasn’t completely mastered the skill yet

Weaknesses:

Her personal gadgets mess up more times than not, especially the big project ones. They end up flying everywhere and causing a big mess

Personality:

Very adventurous and curious about everything, especially wanting to know how it works. A mechanic geek who loves to tinker with anything and see if she can upgrade it as a way to practice. She’s a wild child and gets hyper at times. She got her tippy tappy toes habit from Aunt Viva whenever she gets really excited. Loves a good prank and does get into some trouble every once and a while, not too often though. Especially not like Klaxon

Personal Flaws:

Has Clays stubbornness and sass to the point where it gets her into some situations. Its hard for her to let some things go and she lets her anger boil over easily which causes her to let and impuslively run at a person to get something back if taken. She’s also an overachiever and will choose to stay up all night in order to get something right

Habits:

Huge habit of climbing into JD’s or Clay’s hair since she was born. She still tries to do it. Clay urges for them not to do it anymore since theyre getting a little heavy but JD happily allows it and proceeds to his own business like she isnt there. She also tends to use her hair a lot more than her siblings, using it like extra limbs like reaching for anything too far to reach

Fears:

Being incapable of a skill she’s aiming for

Leaving home

Becoming queen

Likes:

Doing mechanics

Collecting scraps

Raving/partying

Rhonda

Dislikes:

Klaxon’s antics

Branch rambling about his bunker

Waking up early(**not** a morning person**)

Dreams/Goals/Motives:

Wants to work on major projects for inventions for personal reasons and for others

Wants to live her whole life in Trollstopia

Ibiza

Gender:

Non-binary (he/they)

Age:

Species:

Techno/Pop Troll

Abilities:

Fish Tail Shapshifting(only can automatically shift when in or not in water)

Water Manipulation

Drawbacks:

Cannot float on land due to the limitation rules of their shapeshift ability

Moral Alignment:

Neutral Good

Inventory/Possessions:

Their unfinished Kandi Bracelets that are in the making

LED Rave Heart Sunglasses

Strengths:

A crazy raver. Goes hard during any rave and party and has a magic touch for DJing

Weaknesses:

Timid and a people pleaser, which plays against him. Especially when dealing with other kids and Klaxon’s antics

Personality:

Raves and parties are where he gets loud and crazy. Outside of raves he’s relatively quiet. They try their best to be a good kid. Especially for Clay’s sake. Ibiza doesnt want to be a bother to him seeing how stressed he is with Ibiza’s brother Klaxon.

Personal Flaws:

Major Lost Child Syndrome. Struggles with speaking up and being confrontational. Due to this he ends up feeling invisible to the family. He also ironically struggles with what Clay used to when he was little which was with trying to be taken seriously by other trolls

Habits:

Bites at his fingertips when anxious, chews on whatever object is in his hand for too long, had an oral fixation from when he was little. Since birth his huge safe place was and still is Clays hair desbite him urging him not to anymore due to how big he’s gotten. He still runs to it though, especially during times where he needs to hide away from the world

Fears:

Adding to Clay’s stress

Disappointing Clay

Being invisible forever

Likes:

Raving

Kandi Bracelets

Hanging out with Bruce’s side of the family

Hanging at Bruce’s restaurant

Dislikes:

Klaxon’s antics

Other trolls assuming he’s always just fine

Dreams/Goals/Motives:

He’s left wondering who he truly is and is constantly questioning his future

Extra Info

Spoiler Alert:

The heir to the throne is not Klaxon

Family:

Clay - Father

Trollex - Father

JD - Uncle

Bruce - Uncle

Floyd - Uncle

Branch - Uncle

Poppy - Aunt

Viva - Aunt

Brandy - Aunt

Synth - Godfather

Friends:

They have a friend group of OCs that I have yet to show, so those may be coming soon. Their dynamics are pretty fun too and each have their own built backgrounds ready

Special OC linked to ICK coming soon

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mysticalmallard · 5 months ago

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Flower Crowns

🦆: Finally finished I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Katherine Morrow)

Warnings: A few swear words nothing else I think let me know.

Word count: 4,203

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Happy, standing amongst the other bikers of the club, surveyed the event with curiosity. As he looked at the various activities set up for the children, he spotted a flower crown making booth led by a young woman. She was helping the children make their own crowns, while teaching them about flowers in the garden. Her soft and nurturing nature seemed to draw all the children to her, her delicate features and light brown wavy hair adding an air of gentleness to her presence.

Intrigued, Happy couldn't help but take note of her. He had heard of her from the other members of the club, knowing she was the daughter of the club's president and sister to the VP. Her reputation for kindness and gentleness, contrasting with the rough and tough world of the Sons of Anarchy.

Unable to look away, he continued to observe her. He noticed the way she smiled softly at the children as they crafted their flower crowns. Her delicate hands gently guided them to weave the stems. There was a certain purity in her actions, a innocence that seemed untouched by the darkness of the club.

Sensing someone approaching behind him, Happy spoke without looking. Back.

"Shouldn't you be at your booth Bobby? Gemma will castrate you if u bail on another event brother"

"I'm on a break man get off my balls" Bobby replies

Happy chuckled as he turned to face Bobby, a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest as he replied

"A break, huh? More like avoiding responsibility as usual."

He teased Bobby, knowing all too well that he had a fondness for shrugging off his duties whenever he could.

Bobby rolled his eyes but couldn't help but grin. He knew that Happy was right, he had a reputation for avoiding work whenever possible.

"Hey, I'm entitled to a break every now and then, brother. Can't be on duty 24/7." He retorted.

Happy let out a smirk, enjoying the playful banter with his brother. He shook his head in amusement, knowing all too well that Bobby's excuse was as weak as his excuse to skip out on church.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Bro. We both know you'd rather spend your time chasing women than doing your job."

Bobby feigned offense at Happy's comment, his hand going to his chest in mock hurt. He was well known for his love life.

"Hey, man, I'm just a man with...certain needs. Can't blame a guy for having some fun, can you?" He replied, a sly grin on his face.

Happy gave a hearty chuckle, finding amusement in Bobby's feeble attempts to defend himself. He knew all too well that Bobby had a wandering eye and a reputation for being a ladies' man.

"Yeah, just keep telling yourself it's all about your 'needs'. We all know you're just looking for the next woman willing to keep you warm at night."

Bobby let out a mock gasp, pretending to be offended but unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm a romantic, brother. Not my fault these women just can't handle all of this" gesturing to himself.

Just then Gemma approaches "Hey Bobby Elvis!! There are kids wanting to take photos with you get your butt back to your booth or my boot is going up your ass"

Bobby chuckled and held up his hands defensively.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez, Gem, I was on my break!" He jokingly protested but knew better than to argue with Gemma. He shot another playful glance at Happy before heading back to his booth.

Happy snickered as he watched Bobby leave, amused by the way Gemma could always crack the whip. He had always admired her no-nonsense attitude and the way she kept the club in check.

"Hey Hap, have you seen the prospect around?? Katherine needs some more flowers from the van, but she can't leave the booth, and I ain't carrying them boxes in this heat"

Happy raised an eyebrow at the mention of Katherine's name. He had yet to have the chance to meet her properly.

"No, I ain't seen him for a while Gem"

"Clay better not have sent Half Sack off somewhere I need him later to tidy up.... You wouldn't mind getting them, would you?"

Happy shrugged and nodded. He wasn't about to decline a chance to get closer to the source of his curiosity.

"No problem, I can grab 'em for you. Where's the van parked?"

"Great, it's just round the back, its the only one that says florist on it you cant miss it" Gemma says, handing him the keys. "And don't drop any of them. Katherine wants them all looking perfect for the kids" she adds heading back in the direction of her chilli booth.

Happy took the keys from Gemma with a sharp nod, knowing better than to upset Gemma.

"No worries, Gem. I'll handle 'em with care."

He reassured her as he headed towards the back to find the van.

As Happy approached the van, his eyes scanned the area, taking note of any potential threats. The club's security was always on high alert, especially during events like these. Satisfied that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he unlocked the van and climbed inside.

He rummaged through the back, looking for the boxes of flowers that Gemma had mentioned. Finally, he spotted them, carefully stacked among various gardening supplies. He hoisted the boxes with ease, their weight insignificant to his muscular frame.

With the boxes in his arms, he closed the van door and started making his way back towards the community centre. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the woman he was about to meet. When he had heard about Katherine from Gemma and the others, she was always described as kind and soft-hearted. It was refreshing to hear about someone untouched by the club's violent nature and he was curious to what she was like.

As he turned the corner, he caught his first glimpse of her working at the flower crown booth, her delicate features focused on the task at hand. His steps quickened as he approached her.

His heavy steps caught Katherine's attention, and she turned breaking out in a greatful smile, ready to thank whoever her mother managed to rope into helping.

When she locked eyes with Happy he got distracted. So distracted he stopped looking where he was stepping and didn't see the curb...

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Happy shouted as he lost his footing falling forward landing on the boxes crushing all the flowers stacked neatly inside. Definitely not the ideal first impression he wanted to make.

Katherine gasped as she watched Happy stumble and crash into the boxes of flowers, the colorful petals scattering everywhere like a colorful explosion. She quickly rushed over to him, concern etched on her face.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!"

She knelt down beside him, worry in her eyes as she looked over his condition. Her attention briefly shifted to the ruined boxes and the crushed flowers, but her main priority was making sure he was alright.

Happy grunted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration as he sat up, nursing a slight bruise from the fall. He looked at the mess of flowers around him, a hint of guilt on his face.

"Ah, shit..." he muttered. "Gemma's gonna kill me for this."

The surrounding bikers couldn't help but burst out laughing at the scene. Seeing big, tough Happy fumble like that was not something they saw every day. Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Opie approached, all wearing grins on their faces.

"Dude, that was graceful." Tig snickered, teasing Happy like any good friend would.

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, really graceful, mate. Smooth as silk."

Juice just shrugged, trying to suppress his own laughter while Opie smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Happy shot daggers at his brothers, clearly not amused by their teasing. He pushed himself up, dusted off his jeans, and tried to salvage what little dignity he had left.

He looked back at Katherine, who was still looking at him with a mix of concern and amusement in her eyes. He could tell that she wasn't judging him, but still, he felt embarrassed at his clumsy entrance.

"Uh shit, sorry about that," he muttered vaguely gesturing to the boxes.

"it's okay, it was just an accident. I'm sure some are still salvageable, and if not, I can just turn them into potpourri" Katherine replies kindly

Her soft voice and gentle smile helped to ease his embarrassment a bit. He shot another glare at his club mates, who were still chuckling in the background, before turning back to her.

"Yeah, sorry about making such a mess... I, uh..." he trailed off, not sure what else to say.

"Hey miss, can you help me? I can't get this daisy to stick on." One of the little girls from the booth called over.

"Sure sweetheart i'll be there in a minute ive just gotta tidy something up first" Katherine called back starting to collect the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged box.

Happy watched as the little girl asked for help, and seeing Katherine starting to gather the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged boxes.

He stepped forward, feeling the need to help after causing such a mess. Happy moved with a surprising gentleness as he collected the delicate petals.

The others also joined in, their rough exterior contradicting their careful handling of the flowers. Opie helped separate the still-intact plants from the damaged ones, while Tig and Chibs gathered the more salvageable blossoms.

Soon, the mess was cleared, and the club members stood around the now semi-organized boxes of flowers, looking a bit out of their element in the flower-filled environment.

Katherine's giggle caught Happys attention he noticed it was directed at him.

"What are you laughing at girl?" He gruffly asked.

"Sorry its just...erm..here let me just..." She reaches over and plucks a bright yellow daisy which somehow latched onto one of his patches.

Happy froze, his rough exterior cracking for a moment as he watched Katherine reach over and pluck the daisy from his patch. He hadn't even realized it had landed there, blending almost perfectly with his dark clothing.

"Uh, thanks," he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed at the unexpected move. "I'm not exactly the flower type, you know."

"Well I better head back to my booth before the kids start a revolt." Katherine says starting to reach for some of the boxes but the guys step in picking them up first Happy a little quicker than the others.

"Aye lead the way love well offer back up if the little shits decide to act up" Chibs heartily stated.

Katherine smiled gratefully as the Sons picked up the boxes, led by Happy. They followed her back to the flower crown booth, their presence overshadowing the delicate and peaceful atmosphere.

When they arrived, the children looked up in awe at the intimidating bikers carrying colorful boxes of flowers. Some looked a bit intimidated, but others seemed excited to have the tough bikers join the activity.

One little girl hands Opie her crown "can u fix this for me please? It keeps falling apart"

"Erm I don't know but I can try..."

"Thankyou" the girl answers cheerily

Eventually all the members start helping making the crowns some enjoying it not that they would ever admit it though

Happy chuckled as he observed the club members struggling with the flower crowns. It was a sight to see them, these tough bikers usually found in a bar or boxing ring, now carefully weaving daisies and baby's breath into delicate works of art. Opie in particular looked like he was enjoying himself way too much, while Chibs kept grumbling about "girly crap".

None of them noticed some of the parent approaching worriedly seeing their little kids surrounded by the bikers. They were fine with them being around but they didn't like the idea of them being around their kids.

As the parents started approaching, concern etched on their faces, Happy caught sight of them. He knew what they were thinking, that he and the other bikers were a threat to the little ones. Even though they were very wrong, all of them would jump in front of bullets for any kid, but he understood the club has brought alot of trouble to Charming.

The atmosphere changed as the parents started to pull their kids away. Happy felt a pang of frustration, knowing that their reputation was working against them. He looked over at Katherine, noticing her crestfallen expression as the booth once filled with laughter and joy was now deserted.

The other members also noticed the parents' reaction, their faces falling as the children were being taken away. They all knew how they appeared to outsiders, with their tattoos, rugged appearance, and overall intimidating aura. It stung a bit, but they were used to it.

Chibs approached Katherine, trying to offer some solace.

"Hey, don't worry about it, sweetheart. They're just scared of what they don't understand."

"Yeah, believe me, I know being the daughter to the scary biker gang president. I'm used to it, dont worry," she replies, trying to sound indifferent, but everyone at the table hears the sadness hidden in her words.

The guys exchanged glances, understanding the underlying pain in her voice. They knew all too well that their lifestyle had consequences, and in this case, it was affecting the daughter of their president.

Happy clenched his jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. He looked at Katherine, her dejected expression tugging at his heart.

After a long pause Katherine clears her thoat and speaks up "...would you guys mind helping me tidy up may as well start packing up now"

The guys started to slowly pack away the booth she spent days preparing and planning for the kids

"Hey er what's this flower called again?" Juice asked picking up the closest flower to him trying to distract her

Katherine looked up from packing away some supplies and observed Juice holding the flower. She chuckled, appreciative of his attempt to distract her.

"That's a snapdragon," she replied with a small smile. "It's known for its unique shape that resembles a dragon's head. You see, the flower opens and closes its mouth as it dries." she replies a spark of joy returning to her eyes talking about her favourite subject.

"Really?..huh cool. Does it have a meaning like the different roses do?" Juice asked inspecting the plant closer.

Katherine nodded, appreciating his interest. "Yes, it does. Snapdragons represent grace, strength, and resilience. They are often used to signify hidden feelings and can be given to someone as a way of saying "I'll try to understand your unspoken thoughts and desires."

"Really this wee flower says all that?" Chibbs adds catching onto Juice's idea.

Katherine giggles, nodding her head in affirmation "Yes, it does. Each flower has its own language, so to speak, like a secret code that florists use to convey emotions and messages. Snapdragons, with their unique shape and symbolic meaning, are one of my personal favourites."

Happy listened in, finding himself actually interested in the conversation. He knew about the language of flowers to some extent, but listening to Katherine talk about it with such passion and knowledge was captivating. He found himself admiring her even more, impressed by her unexpected depth.

The Sons finished packing away the last of the booth's items, the once vibrant display now packed into neat boxes. Though he wasn't one for sentimentality, Happy couldn't help but feel a bit sad that all her work had been for nothing. He caught Katherine looking at the now empty space, holding onto one of the crowns a kid left behind, her eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and disappointment.

He stepped closer to Katherine, feeling the need to say something, anything to lift her spirits.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I am sure those kids had fun while it lasted." He tried to sound casual, but his gruff voice betrayed a hint of concern for her well-being. His eyes caught sight of the flower crown she held, and he added "At least got that as a memento, right?"

"Yeah..I guess but they were made to be worn...and this one got left"

Happy nodded slowly, understanding her point. The flower crowns were supposed to be worn with joy, not left behind like discarded toys.

He paused, thinking for a moment, then an idea came to him. With a sly grin, he extended his hand out to her.

"Here, give it to me."

Katherine eyed him with curiosity but handed over the flower crown, wondering what he was planning. She watched as he took it in his hands, his rough fingers gently holding the delicate petals. He placed the crown on his head, a comical sight that contradicted his intimidating appearance.

"flowers suit you" she giggled

"Hey no fair I want one I thought they were just for the kids" Tig whines. "Here give it to me it will suit me better it's wasted on you" Tig goes to reach for the crown.

Happy swats Tig's hand away, a smirk on his face.

"Back off, man. I look good in it."

He retorted, adjusting the flower crown on his head, enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation. The other members snickered at the sight.

Clay and Gemma approach, only to find Happy and Tig locked in a comical struggle over a flower crown. Their faces were caught somewhere between disbelief, amusement, and annoyance.

The other members tried to hold back their laughter, but the sight of their tough as nails friends bickering over a flower crown was too much. A chorus of snickers and chuckles echoed around them.

"Hey don't break it...Tiggy I can make your own one what ever colors you want there is no need to fight over it" Kathrine says in-between laughter

Happy and Tig were broken out of their bickering by Katherine's offer. They both turned to her sheepishly, embarrassed by their childish behaviour. Tig scratched the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant.

"Uh yeah, okay fine." He grumbled, secretly relieved to get his own flower crown.

"Oh I want one too with lots of yellow" juice chimes in.

"Well hell I'll have one" Chibbs adds "you got any blue and white ones left??" He asks opening the boxes looking for the flowers he wants.

"You want them now?" Kathrine asks thinking they weren't being serious

"Well yeah...wouldn't want these flowers to go to waste" Tig says nonchalantly

Katherine laughs at the unexpected turnaround, still wrapping her head around the fact that tough bikers were now requesting flower crowns like giddy schoolchildren.

"Alright, alright, I'll make all of you a flower crown," she agrees, unable to suppress her amusement.

Happy stands there, flower crown still perched on his head, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on his face. The other club members, meanwhile, eagerly wait for their crowns to be made.

They all sat in the grass watching her weave the flowers and listing off all their meanings Opie left and returned with his kids and Donna, who looked on with a mix of curiosity and surprise at the scene unfolding. Opie, ever the peacemaker, felt that this was an opportunity to show Donna and the kids a different side of the club.

Katherine continued weaving the flower crowns, listening to the bikers' requests for different colors and flowers.

Soon they all wore crowns except her even her Dad took one after hearing about her booth being deserted.

Happy was sat on the edge of the group, awkwardly attempting to weave the flowers together. His large fingers were far from delicate, and the petals kept slipping from his grasp. He muttered curses under his breath as his attempts looked more like a tangled mess rather than a flower crown he wanted to make for her as she was kind enough to make ones for all of them but he could give her this it looked like shit compared to her ones.

The other members glanced over at him from time to time, enjoying the sight of happy struggling with the flower crown. they whispered and chuckled amongst themselves at the sight of their friend, known for being rough around the edges, attempting to make something so fragile.

Happy grumbled at the snickers and comments coming from the other members, his face growing slightly red with embarrassment. He knew he looked silly, trying to make a flower crown when his hands were better suited to wielding a wrench or a gun. Still, he persisted, determined to create something somewhat presentable for her.

Though he was trying his best the result was somewhat pathetic the flowers were clumsily woven together, the petals sticking out in strange directions. He looked at the other members' crowns, neatly woven and vibrant, then down at his messy attempt. He knew it was nothing compared to her artistry, but it was the best he could do given his limited skills.

Finally, he finished tying the messy crown together. It looked a bit lopsided and rough around the edges, but he was oddly proud of himself. As he looked up at the others, he braced himself for the playful banter and mockery that was sure to come.

Happy muttered to himself, trying to rationalize his actions. he told himself he was only doing this to make up for ruining her flower booth, nothing more. He clenched the flower crown in his hands, feeling foolish and out of place surrounded by colorful petals and laughter.

He looked over at her, seeing her chatting and laughing with the other club members as she continued making the flower crowns. The sight stirred something in him he couldn't quite understand. he couldn't deny the pang of guilt he felt seeing her joyous expression, knowing that he played a part in ruining her day.

Well it's now or never he wasn't sure how to go about giving her his attempt at a flower crown, he's never given none before so isn't sure what to do so decides to just reach over from behind her and place it on her head.

Happy swallowed, taking a deep breath as he mustered up his courage. He reached out from behind, gently placing the flower crown on her head. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for her reaction, hoping she wouldn't laugh at his pathetic attempt.

She turned her head, surprised to feel the weight of the flowers being placed on her head. She looked back at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement, a soft smile on her lips. She could tell he was feeling a bit embarrassed, and reached up to adjust the flower crown, feeling the soft petals against her finger tips.

Happy watched her touch the flower crown he made, noticing the way she gently adjusted the messy petals into place. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, waiting for her to say something, anything. But all she did was smile at him, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn't quite place.

The other Sons chuckled at the scene in front of them, unable to resist teasing Happy about his sudden burst of chivalry. Tig whistled approvingly, while Opie and Chibbs exchanged knowing glances.

Happy shot a glare at his fellow Sons, silently warning them not to say anything. He knew they were itching to tease him about his flower crown gift, but he wasn't in the mood for their jokes. He focused his attention back on her, watching her admiring the flower crown he made, hoping she didn't find it too pathetic.

She caught him watching her, and turned to face him fully. Her eyes met his, and she smiled, a genuine smile that made her eyes sparkle and dimple her cheeks. She looked down at the flower crown, feeling the messy petals against her skin, then looked back up at him, her eyes softened, and said softly

"Thank you, its beautiful." Sensing his awkwardness about it she decided to leave it at that and turned back joining in on the conversation again.

Happy's heart skipped a beat at her words. He hadn't expected such a genuine thank you, especially since the flower crown he made looked far from perfect. He nodded stiffly, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by a sense of vulnerability.

He sat back down next to Chibs, trying to hide his relief and elation over her kind words. The other Sons couldn't hide their amusement, but for once they refrained from their usual jokes and instead gave him approving grins.

The evening carried on, and Happy found himself stealing glances at her from time to time, seeing her interacting with the other club members, her smiles and laughter lighting up the gathering. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest, a mix of pride and protectiveness seeing her fitting in with them, even if she was surrounded by rough-around- the-edge bikers.

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