#Lyla winston

[maurawrites]

RYAN HURST as OPIE WINSTON in SONS OF ANARCHY S02

[dallianceangel]

All I Want For Christmas🎄❄️

Another fic for you

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“Are you going to let me in or what?” 

You’re standing on the doorstep, breath steaming in the cold air. Opie’s eyes are filled with mischief as he pulls you inside, the warmth of his body engulfing you.

“Where’s Lyla tonight?” you ask, biting your lip as you shut the door behind you. 

“She’s at Red Woody, working on a movie. We’ve got enough time,” he murmurs, stepping closer. 

His hands find your waist, picking you up. You giggle as he carries you up the stairs, heading straight to the bedroom. Within moments, he’s inside of you, fucking you into the mattress. You try your best not to mark him, choosing instead to hold tightly onto the bed sheet. His name leaves your lips as you both fall apart, his body collapsing on top of yours. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, breathless, “that was…” 

“Yeah, it was,” you reply, smiling playfully as you trace your fingers along his chest. 

“You know what I want for Christmas?” he asks a few moments later, voice low and serious.

“What’s that?” you reply, curious.

“You,” Opie confesses. “I want to be with you. All the time. No more sneaking around.” 

A smile spreads across your face, hope igniting in your chest. “You really mean that?” 

“More than anything,” he breathes, pulling you close. “I love you.” 

With that, he leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss that leaves you breathless. It’s a promise that he soon lives up to, choosing to end his already dead relationship with Lyla a few days later, and chase the happiness he’s wanted for as long as he can remember.

[marleyelona]

LADY OF THE REAPER

ONE

[ The Devil Wears Stilettos! ]

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THE CLICKING OF SIX INCH STILETTO HEELS AGAINST THE HARDWOOD FLOORS echoed through the clubhouse as all eyes landed on the dark haired beauty, who had entered the musky establishment. The scent of sweat, tobacco, stale beer and the pungent smell of pussy filled her senses, making her scrunch up her nose in disgust. 

Everything went still as she approached. The murmured voices came to a halt, the background music became static, while the men's jaws dropped and eyes bulged out of their heads. The croweaters' eyes instinctively narrowed and some even went as far as muttered some snarky remark under their breath. The woman seemed to hear them as a sly smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

She exuded perfection and class, wearing confidence like a charmed bracelet. Her short brown curls flowed perfectly over her shoulders. Her olive skin glistened under the dim lights over the bar. But the thing that usually drew people in was her big, brown eyes and button nose, which she enhanced with her skilful hands and a make-up brush—going for the more natural look. 

"Who's that?" Tara whispered to Gemma, who sat beside her, while she held Thomas against her chest. 

Gemma let out a slight scoff as she barely glanced over at the woman, before turning back round in her chair, bringing her coffee mug up to her lips and taking a sip as the warmth flowed through her, "That...that's who we call Satan's first lady. She's trouble wrapped in a pretty package. If I were you I stay clear of that one." 

As the brunette past the matriarch, she ever-so-slightly nodded her head to the older woman, who acknowledged her with a sarcastic smile, which only made her grin properly form on her Iips as she made her way through the crowd, who have now went back to what they were doing, but some eyes still lingered on the woman's perfectly curved frame, until she reached Happy Lowman. 

"Where is he?" she demanded, her tone carrying sharp authority. Her hand rested on her hip as she held her head high, not showing one ounce of fear as she faced the Tacoma killer. 

Happy simply stared up at her, seemingly unbothered as he moved the tooth pick around in his mouth, giving her a simple shrug and grunt. 

The woman's features hardened, "Look, I don't care if he is deep in some whore's pussy right now, I need to see him." 

A sigh left Happy's lips as he noticed the slight glint of a tear forming. Standing up, her waved off the prospects' protests, "Don't look at my cards," he rasped, sending them all a threatening look that was enough to send chills down their spines, before dumping his cards down on the table, and making his way around the coffee table over to the woman. Placing a hand on her lower back, he led her over to the hall, leading up to the dorms. 

She didn't mind the placement of his hand, it felt friendly, familiar, not at all sleazy. Because back in the day, they used to be pretty close friends—but that was a long time ago. 

So, she allowed him to lead her all the way to the end of the hall to Tig's dorm room, "It's good to see you, sweetheart," Happy murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead, before gently rubbing her shoulder as he walked away, leaving her standing there, staring at the closed door. Her eyes scanned over the small cracks in the worn wood, trying to focus on anything but the unmistakable sounds of a girl moaning, as well as the creaking of the old mattress that probably hadn't been changed in decades and the familiar pleasurable grunt of her husband filling her ears.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath, composing herself, before she reached for the handle, her fingers wrapping over the oval shape, twisting the knob and pushing it open only to be met with a scene, that even though she was expecting it, made her blood boil. 

Tig lay back against the headboard, his hands gripping the hips of a young blonde woman, and from the absence of stretch marks and wrinkles on her bare back, she had to be in her early twenties at most. The girl, who was young enough to be his daughter, was straddling his waist as she rode him like she was competing in a rodeo. Her hair flying around in a tangled mess, her nails digging into his chest as her head snapped back, and a loud moan slipped from her lips and bounced off the four walls of the dorm room. 

Announcing her arrival, she slammed the door behind her. Tig's eyes met her stern gaze as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Annalise?" he breathed out, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world—at least in his world anyway. 

Tig immediately shoved the girl off him, causing her to fall to floor in a thud. His eyes widened, his head snapping to the side as he peeped over the edge of the bed to check on her, "Sorry, baby," he whispered, before his gaze landed back on his wife, who had barely moved a muscle, her stern gaze refused to falter. 

"You know, knocking is a thing, right?" The blonde groaned, pushing herself to her feet, placing her hands on her hips, not giving a damn that her chest was on full display. But Elise paid her no mind. "Who the fuck is this?" she snarled, her gaze turning to Tig when she received no acknowledgement from the older woman, who looked extremely good for her age. 

Tig sighed, casually reclining back against the headboard, "She's my wife," he announced, his eyes never leaving Elise's beautiful brown orbs that held a fire that could even tame him. 

"Ex-wife," she corrected, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. 

Tig matched her grin, chuckling to himself as he shook his head in amusement, "Ah, technically we're not divorced, beautiful." 

Elise's eyes narrowed at the smug bastard that she was still legally married to, "Because someone won't sign the bloody divorce papers!" she snapped, her composure finally cracking, she hated that—how much he got under her skin. But what she hated more was that he knew, and he loved it. 

Finally, Elise's attention went to the crow eater awkwardly still standing in the room, "Leave," she ordered, motioning with her head to the door. 

The young twenty year old with the flawless body that would make any woman jealous, didn't argue with the woman that held the threatening aura of authority, quickly throwing her clothes on and exiting the room so quickly she almost tripped over her own feet. 

"So, where'd you find her?" Elise asked, gracefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, delicately flattening down the cotton sheets, scrunching up her nose as she pulled a black g-string out from under her thigh with two fingers, tossing it aside like it held some sort of disease. 

This amused Tig, a chuckle rumbling through his chest, "Club hang around." 

"Ah..." Elise nodded in understanding. 

Tig shuffled down the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, immediately her familiar scent filled his nostrils as he closed his eyes taking in the feeling of having her in his arms again, "Don't judge, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, while his warm breath hit the sensitive spot on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Remember how we met?" 

Elise's eyes closed as she instinctively leaned back against him, allowing the familiar warmth engulf her, "In my defence, I only ever wanted you," she said, turning her head slightly, and their eyes locked and the familiar electrical pull they always felt toward each other was still there—and Elise hated that. 

Tig reached up to caress her cheek as he admired her soft features, "You look good, baby." 

And she did. She wore a tight fitted, red dress that reached her ankles with a long slit up one side that finished just below the outline of her lace panties. And of course, she was sporting her classic stiletto heels to match. 

The spell was broken in an instant, "Don't call me that," she hissed, pushing his hand away from her face as she went to stand. 

But before she could, Tig grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, pushing her down on the mattress and pinning her there with his hand wrapped around her neck, a certain body part pressing into her inner thigh, "Then what do you want me to call you? Huh?" 

Elise swallowed the large lump that formed his her throat at the close proximity of their bodies. Their lips were inches apart, and his warm breath against hers set her skin on fire. 

Tig knew what he was doing, a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, while his hand wandered up the slit of her dress, making her shiver, "When's the last time a man touched you the way you like to he touched?" 

"A-awhile..." she croaked, her voice getting caught in her throat as her breathing picked up as Tig's free hand moved her panties aside, giving him access to her heat, his fingers agonisingly slowly brushed against her clit. 

Suddenly, Tig's eyes darkened as his hand that was wrapped around her neck travelled down to her chin, his fingers wrapped around it and he roughly pulled her into a hungry kiss. 

The kiss was aggressive, his tongue immediately meeting hers as their lips moulded together like two warriors looking for a fight. His teeth pierced her cherry lips, drawing blood as he devoured the taste of her, all the while, his fingers were relentlessly working their magic on her core, eliciting deep, animal like moans from the woman struggling to keep herself composed. 

But as Tig's fingers slid into her tight folds, her eyes shot open and she shoved him so hard off her he stumbled back into a nearby wall, "Jesus Christ," she hissed, wiping her mouth with her hand, trying to remove some of the smudged lipstick, but only managing to smear it across her rosy cheeks. "I'm not here for that." 

Tig glared at her as he pushed himself to his feet, throwing on his discarded shirt, his kutte sitting draped of a chair behind Elise, "Then why'd you come, huh?" he asked, his tone sharpened with frustration—he needed some form release.

It wasn't unusual for the couple to play a twisted game like this. To keep things interesting in their marriage they had come up with a game where Tig would bring a good looking girl back to his dorm, usually one of the newest crow eaters, or some dumb bimbo from the club and as things got heated, Elise would storm in, catching her husband in the act and throw the unexpecting target out on her ass. Filled with adrenaline and a lustful need for one another, the couple would proceed to fuck each other's brains out, not giving a damn who might hear. But that was all over now. 

"I'm not signing no fucking papers," Tig sneered, pulling on his pants and doing up his belt. "You're my wife!" 

Elise sighed, "It's Gracie..." she started to say, her voice strained with emotion as she lowered her head. 

Tig noticing this, approached, cupping her chin and gently lifting her head, his eyes bore into hers. A sigh left his lips as he noticed the tears that welled like a pool inside her orbits, "Baby, what's wrong?" His features and tone softened instantly. "What's happened? Please, tell me." 

Elise Trager never cried, well, at least not in front of people. She wasn't one to show emotion around others, not wanting them to see her as weak. So, as her husband, Tig knew something must be seriously wrong for her to look this broken. 

Elise couldn't answer his question as a sob escaped her lips and her head dropped onto his shoulder. Tig didn't wait a second, his arms wrapping around her shaking form. She clung to him like he was her lifeline, her cries filling the room, making Tig's heart ache as he held her close, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her tears soaking the collar of his dark blue button-up. 

"It's gonna be okay, baby," Tig cooed, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. "I'm right here." 

Tig's mind raced with all the awful possibilities that could of caused such a heartbreaking sight, but he wasn't going to question his wife in this state. He just needed to comfort her—be there for her. And when she was ready, she would tell him. Tig just had this feeling that whatever it was...it was bad, and nothing was ever going to be the same again. 

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[tommyflanaganfan-blog]

I fucking ADORE this picture ❤️

[tumbleweed-writes]

Still standing by the belief that Lyla Winston was a sweet angel baby who deserved the world. 👏 why 👏 was 👏 she 👏 not 👏 given 👏 all 👏 the 👏 nice 👏 things 👏

[samcrosfaith]

Sons of Anarchy 🥀

just a random SOA post about my favorite characters because why not? I so miss this show.

[kuttesandknives]

Opie x Lyla back 🤪

grumpy letting sunshine play with/do their hair

The tiny bathroom was quiet, save for the rush of water from the faucet. Opie leaned over the sink, his broad frame taking up most of the space, brushing his teeth in slow, methodical strokes. His reflection stared back at him in the mirror, tired eyes and uneven scruff, his hair tied back in a small, messy bun.

Lyla sat on the edge of the tub, her hands resting on her knees as she observed him with a lazy smirk. Mornings with Opie like this were rare, and she liked taking them slow when she could. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, and she damn sure had zero complaints about the view.

"What?" Opie questioned as he stared at Lyla through the mirror, seeing her look at him with that look. Like she was up to something or wanted something.

Lyla tilted her head a tad, "You've got nice hair."

Opie rinsed his mouth with toothpaste and finally looked back, "What?!"

Pushing up from the tub, Lyla stepped behind him until she was leaning against the counter next to him, "You should let me mess with it sometime. Braid it or something."

Opie huffed a laugh with a little more amusement than anything, "Yeah, that's not happening."

"Why not?!" Lyla pouted, gripping onto his bicep, "Come on, it'll be fun!"

Opie was never one to cave easily... unless it was her. With a sigh, "You really want to sit here and do my damn hair?"

Lyla grinned, "Yep."

Opie sighed like a man who knew was about to lose a battle before it even started. "Fine. But if you start putting beads and shit in my hair, we're done."

Lyla gasped dramatically, her hand covering her mouth for mocked offense, "Would I ever do something like that? Me?"

Opie gave her a pointed look, "Yes. You would."

She laughed, pulling him toward the bedroom, "Shut up and sit down. You're going to look so freaking pretty!"

He couldn't help but sigh, "Jesus." But he followed her anyway.

[garbinge]

Halloween Night

Happy Lowman x Lyla Winston Dvorak

30 Day Challenge (28/30)

Words: 3.4k

A/N: Posted this on ao3 as a gift for @drabbles-mc for an exchange fic, and realized I never posted here!

Summary: Halloween night gets a wrench thrown in it when the club needs to gather everyone up for lockdown.

SOA taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989

Lyla made her way out of the office at Diosa and into the main hosting area with a stack of papers in her arms. The slight frown on her face could have been described as adorable to many as she read over something and crossed it out, and scribbled something else over it.

“We’re hemorrhaging money on fuckin’ snacks that no one eats.” Lyla looked up thinking Nero was going to be at the bar but she was met with a group of the Sons.

“Speak for yourself, sweetheart.” Tig was saying as he picked from an open party size of chips.

Lyla looked up, at first shocked not to hear Nero’s voice and to be met with the lot of bikers, but was quick to smile and place her folders and papers on the bar.

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” She leaned her elbow on the bar and tilted her head, letting her long blond hair fall to the side.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.” Jax extended his arms out to greet Lyla with a hug.

“What brings you to paradise, boys.” Lyla placed a kiss on Jax’s cheek and looked around at the lot of them.

“Rough day. Gotta bring you in.” Jax said with a sigh, he was exhausted and it was clear on his face.

Lyla looked around at all the faces of the guys, all of them looked the same, tired, like they were all up against it tonight. Finally, her eyes landed on Nero, despite him not being a member of the club, she valued his opinion, not only as her boss but as a friend. He was quick to lift his hands in an effort to tell her the decision was out of his hands.

“Protection?” Lyla spoke one word, there was a slight nervousness to her tone.

“We’re gonna bring you down to the clubhouse, set you up in one of the dorms. My mom’s there, she’ll make sure you got everything you need.” Jax explained.

“It’s Halloween, Jax.” Lyla’s voice turned to a pleading one, not with desperation, but with an obvious, ‘come on’ resonance to it. “I was planning to finish up here and go take Piper trick or treatin’.”

“Bring ‘em to the clubhouse, we’ll all sit behind each of the dorm doors and the kid can knock on them and we’ll give him beer.” Tig laughed at his own joke which earned him eyes from a group of them, Lyla specifically.

“I can’t put anyone on you, we all are riding out for a bit, won’t be back till late.” Jax explained to Lyla who was getting more disappointed by the second.

“I’ll stick with her, mano.” Nero was standing up, he didn’t want Lyla upset and he definitely didn’t want all the bikers dragging her out of his business either.

“You sure?” Jax said, now lighting a cigarette.

“Yea, yea, it’ll be fun.” Nero nodded and waved his hand like it was no big deal. “Oh,” He lifted his hand, “But I’m only free till 7, I’m goin’ to visit my kid, the place he’s at, they’re doing one of those family night things.”

Jax nodded as he inhaled the cigarette, thinking through what to do. He would have been more pushy with Nero to come too but he wasn’t going to tell him what to do, he had the big picture and that decision was up to him. Normally, he wouldn’t be so persistent with Lyla either, but with the recent murdered escort from Diosa just a few weeks ago and the issue he was dealing with being too close to that, he wasn’t going to chance it with her. She was family to the club.

“Not sure any of my guys will be free to take over watch.” Jax was looking around at the guys who knew where they were headed to next and what the night was going to look like for them.

“I can do it.” Happy’s raspy voice cut through the air like a knife. It earned him a look from everyone in the room. “I like Halloween very much.” His face was still so serious, stone cold as he spoke.

So it was settled. Lyla and Nero went trick or treating, Piper had gotten tons of candy, Lyla had gotten a ton of blisters from all the walking, but the sacrifices you make for the ones you love. The chill of the late October air now filled her house with a slight breeze, a reminder of how empty it truly was. Nero had left, reluctantly, but Lyla ensured that she’d be fine and head down to the clubhouse if Happy didn’t show up in an hour. Piper had fallen asleep, likely surrounded by copious amounts of candy wrappers and sticky fingers. Both of those things left Lyla alone, downstairs, soaking in everything that the breeze meant. It was Halloween, that breeze should have been eerie, unsettling, or at the very least a reminder of the emptiness she felt and that was in the house, but it wasn’t. It was actually the complete opposite. It was like an embrace. Loss had been so constant in Lyla’s life that anything cold, anything unsettling, it was starting to feel comforting.

Before she could give it anymore thought, there was a knock at the door. It was loud and caused her to jump slightly. Despite Lyla being accustomed to the eerie, she wasn’t stupid. Quickly she opened her purse and pulled out the firearm that had been glued to her side since she began hanging around the club. It was gripped tightly in her hand, snug against her thigh as she opened the door just slightly to peer out.

She saw the back of Happy’s head, his neck tattoos peeking out from his kutte. The reaper positioned on the back rocker ironically gave Lyla relief. As her shoulders fell, and she loosened the grip she had on the gun slightly, she spoke up.

“Hey, Hap.” The nickname effortlessly fell off her tongue as she relaxed at just the knowledge of knowing it was him.

Almost immediately that anxiety flooded back as he turned around and the blood stained across his face became fully visible.

“Hey.” It was one word and it was spoken so raspy and honestly normal for Happy it was hard to believe that the gash on his head was leaking down his face.

“I think you’re supposed to say trick or treat.” Her eyes were wide as she took in the sight of him.

Happy’s gaze looked down to Lyla’s side to see the gun in her hand.

“Is that my treat?”

Lyla followed his gaze and looked down at her gun before looking back at him, her eyebrows raised and a smile starting to creep onto her face. She kicked the door open wider and nodded her head to the side as an invitation inside.

“Why don’t I treat that nasty slice on your head and we’ll call it even.” The gun was being tucked into the back waistband of her jeans

Happy was reluctant to come inside, worried about Piper but also about bringing Lyla into his troubles.

“You’ve been inside my house before, Hap.” Lyla wasn’t pleading but she also didn’t want to leave the man outside bleeding. So she spoke out in truth, Happy had been inside her house, on multiple occasions. Things were… unique between them. Whatever was going on with them was not defined yet, not in the slightest. Sure, they had skipped all the details and gotten right to the fun stuff, it was why Happy had so eagerly volunteered to keep a watch on Lyla. Lyla was a good time, even outside of the sex, he enjoyed spending time with her. It had been so long since he was around someone sweet, and who cared. Lyla was someone who understood club life and Happy didn’t need to explain much, if anything, about his day other than, “it was a rough one” or “it was alright.” Whatever they had going on worked, for both of them and where they were in life.

This was going to be different though. This was an instance where it was going to be inevitable that the details of things would come up, or that the desire to speak about them would. He had never come over hurt like this before, where Lyla was going to have to patch him up. Happy could keep quiet for a long time, but he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of having to stare at Lyla’s sad blue eyes and deny her of answers to her questions. It’s why he found it hard to walk inside her home, let her take care of him.

“Just let me patch it up.” Her voice brought Happy out of his thoughts and his eyes landed right on hers. Yea, those sad blue eyes were hard to say no to, even for a stone cold killer like Happy.

He did as she said, he walked inside the house and made his way to her kitchen. He stood awkwardly next to her kitchen island and tried to make himself comfortable on the stool after Lyla instructed him to sit while she moved to one of the cabinets and pulled out a various amount of first aid items and kits.

“So I’m guessing this is why you were late.” She spoke as she rummaged through things and Happy adjusted himself to be slouching in the seat.

There it was the first of likely many questions to come. Happy didn’t answer, he just sat there, stoic and quiet. Lyla nodded to herself and smiled before turning around with the necessary items to clean Happy up.

“You know, I’m not a stranger to this. I’ve been through this a few times before.” She was now standing in front of him. A warm cloth in her hand as she wiped all the blood off Happy’s face. He didn’t flinch from her touch, or even her closeness to him. It helped that her touch was soft, it was gentle like her. Happy’s heart was beating normally but he felt like he could hear it so loudly, probably the adrenaline and blood loss from his head is what he tried to shake it off as but the minute she looked at him, his eyes immediately moved to look somewhere else and the beating got louder.

“Does it hurt?” She asked as she was now inspecting the gash, it seemed surface level, there probably wasn’t a need for stitches luckily, just a few butterfly bandages and some antibiotics to prevent any infection. Happy laughed at that. Out of everything he had been through, a little cut on his head was not to be described as painful.

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” It was the first thing he said since coming inside the house and Lyla was glad she finally got some response from him. She wasn’t trying to pry, she honestly could care less of the club details, she had her own problems to deal with. Her questions were out of genuine concern for Happy.

“Well, this is probably going to.” Lyla was pouring the alcohol on the rag and bringing it up to Happy’s cut, still so gently and intentional. He hissed his teeth immediately from the stinging but managed to stay still, it wasn’t his first patch up.

“You punishing me for not answering your questions?” Happy still wouldn’t make eye contact with her.

Lyla’s eyes didn’t move from where they were looking on the top of his head as she cleaned the last of the blood off and began to place the bandages over it.

Happy was truthfully blown away at how tender her touch was as she placed the bandage over the gash. He didn’t realize how brash people were when he was getting cleaned up from previous wounds. It was one of those experiences that probably was going to change how he’d want it done in the future. Nothing would ever compare to the considerate and forgiving touch of the woman in front of him right now.

“You punishin’ me for asking them by not looking at me when you’re talking?” The irony was dripping from her statement because she wasn’t looking at Happy as she spoke the words, her gaze was still on the wound as she finished bandaging it.

His eyes immediately jumped to look at Lyla’s after she finished her sentences. The eyes that were focused on helping him. Focused on making sure he was okay. It was honestly a foreign concept to Happy, having someone who cared about him more than just for a quick lay and maybe a cheap thrill of the biker club life.

“I’m looking at you.” He was so rough in his delivery, a nod escaping through her gentle grasp on his head but it still felt so comforting to Lyla. Maybe it was who she was now, all things cold, all things unsettling, it made her feel comfortable because she felt comfortable with Happy.

“But are you seeing me?” She said it as she pulled away from him and her eyes jumped to stare back into his own. “Cause I’m here, Hap. You’re afraid to break me but I’m already broken.”

Happy just continued to stare at Lyla, like his glare would somehow scare her off. To Happy’s defense, it worked 99% of the time. But this time must’ve been the 1%. Lyla just stood there, staring right back at him.

This was the moment. This was what he wanted to avoid, he wished it was normal to be bleeding from the head that way he wasn’t stuck in this position right now. Technically he could walk out right now. Sit on the front porch, call one of the other guys over here or make up some story that she had to wake up Piper and come down to the clubhouse now. She’d see through each of those excuses which is why he didn’t even bother attempting them. After a few more moments of uncomfortable silence he blurted it out.

“Someone shot at me. Bullet grazed my head.”

He spoke the words like they were a normal day at the office, which in some way they were for Happy. Despite it being his normal delivery and way of talking he spoke it in hopes that it’d push Lyla away, spook her a little bit.

“So I’m guessing you don’t want a Reese’s?” Lyla was walking away to the sink to wash her hands before grabbing a Reese’s cup from the other side of the island.

“Hm?” Happy grunted in confusion as he stared at her still sitting on the bar stool at the island.

“You already got your treat tonight.” She pointed to Happy’s patched up head as she unwrapped the peanut butter cup and bit a piece off. “I’m assuming you were on cloud 9 when that happened.”

Happy realized what she meant, referencing Halloween while also showing how well she actually knew Happy.

“It was rapturous.” Happy smirked as he thought back to it. Then looked over at Lyla with the same smirk. “C’mere.”

Lyla let out a chuckle and grabbed a piece of candy before making her way over to him. Her body got close to his, even with the chair partially in between them it didn’t stop him from bringing her closer against his chest. Lyla brought up the chocolate in front of his face, offering it to Happy.

“Gimme something else sweet.” He grabbed her face with one hand, tucking her hair back in his fingers as he used his other hand to move the candy out of the way. The chocolate was discarded and Lyla wrapped her arm around Happy’s neck as the two kissed. It wasn’t like Happy to make anything overly romantic or intimate but this felt as intimate as things could get with Happy. His kiss was soft, even the groan he made as they deepened the kiss was soft as well. It was like he was being careful with Lyla, being gentle with her in a way that was so unlike himself. There were so many layers to it, it was his way of telling Lyla that despite her being broken, Happy didn’t want to destroy her more. But it also was his way of breaking down his own walls, showing Lyla that he was trying to be more than what he was used to.

Their mouths separated for a moment and Lyla rested her forehead against Happy’s. Her blonde bangs fell over her face as she closed her eyes and just relaxed in Happy’s arms.

“I was glad you were eager to come be my protection.” Lyla spoke in a whisper.

“It's Halloween. Figured you’d be dressed up as something hot.” He was biting back a smile.

Lyla quickly pushed him and in the process pushed off him as she scoffed with a laugh. Happy was quick to bring her back towards him, standing up now off the chair so she was flat against his firm chest as he embraced her and she rested her head against the patches on his kutte. Now it was her turn to hear the beating of his heart. Her eyes closed and she melted into him, there was something about feeling so safe in a killer’s arms that should have brought uneasiness to Lyla but it just brought her even more security.

As the two stood intertwined with each other, Lyla let one of her thoughts be spoken out loud.

“I did pick out a costume just for you.” It was said in almost a whisper because of how relaxed she felt.

“I fucking love Halloween.” Happy said feeling like he had just won the lottery.

Before either of them could make the next move to go upstairs, there was a knock at the front door.

If there wasn’t a threat out against the club both of them would have let their heads fall in defeat and annoyance. But instead Lyla tensed up, only slightly before she let more rational thinking come over her.

“It’s probably just kids looking for candy.” She was moving to grab the bucket of candy she had pulled the Reese’s from earlier, still in Happy’s embrace slightly.

Happy on the other hand had immediately gone into full Lowman protection mode. “I got it.” His hand was reaching down her back, the chills she got shivered down her spine and straightened her up from reaching for the candy. Happy’s hand landed on the gun still tucked in her waistband and he quickly removed it before walking to the door armed and visibly ready for war.

His face hardened and he walked with aggression dripping off of him. The force at which he swung the door open would have given any trick or treater a scare worthy of a jump but instead all it earned him was a “Jesus Christ, Hap”. Tig, who was not expecting such force or bloodily stained face at Lyla’s place was cupping his chest as his heart tried to slow to its normal beat.

Happy just stared down at Tig and said nothing, waiting for the man to explain why he was here.

With a sigh Tig shook his head. “Shit went south, we’re bringing everyone in. You included. No one rides alone. Got Bobby in the driveway.”

Happy’s face hardened even more. The news of something going down bothered him but also, and mainly at the realization and disappointment that his Halloween costume fantasy was now going to be put on the back burner.

“I’ll go get Piper.” Lyla spoke up. “Hap, my to-go bag is in the front closet, can you grab it?” She had overheard Tig’s explanation, both of the men had turned their heads to look at the woman. Tig was offering her a quick wave in greeting while Happy nodded in acknowledgment to her statement, letting his eyes linger on her for a few more seconds as she walked up the stairs in a way of tormenting himself before he looked back at Tig.

“Halloween must be your favorite holiday, huh Hap?” Tig was smiling now as he looked at Happy’s blood stained face.

Happy’s eyebrows furrowed more as he really accepted the defeat of the night.

“It was until you ruined it.”

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Cake: I'm half the man I thought I would be

But you can have what's left of me (song: What’s Left of Me)

For Opie (with Lyla if that’s something you feel like you could do?)

I think I was able to work up a little cake for Opie and Lyla! Please enjoy! As always 18+

“It’s weird ya know. Life that is” stated Opie as he and Lyla walked hand in hand down the beach. The gentle lap of the waves at their toes the only sound as they strolled through the sand. The last remnants of the sun disappearing on the horizon behind them.

“It has it’s moments that’s for sure” replied Lyla as she glanced over at him. Her soft smile making him feel safe. A feeling he had not felt sense Donna. Which is why he was struggling right now to be honest. Donna had been his high school sweet heart. Love of his life. He had never thought of a world where she was not in it. Truth be told he always figured it would be him who left too soon.

“What is on your mind? I can tell something is weighing heavily on your soul Opie” stated Lyla as she stopped walking and turned towards him. Her eyes full of worry, kindness and love.

Opie looked away. Down to the water at their feet. To suns final rays as it dipped down for the night. To the crashing waves of the ocean. Until finally he took both of Lyla’s hands as he knelt down into the sand. Swallowing hard as his hands shook he looked back up to her beautiful face. He knew he was a lucky man. To have found two women who cared so much for him.

“Lyla I love you” stated Opie as he kept his eyes locked on hers. “I cannot tell you how much your kindness, love and compassion has meant to me. How much I appreciate your presence and the fact you do not try to out shine Donnas memory with me or the kids. The thing is I want to ask you to marry me but” trailed off Opie as he shook his head as he laughed nervously. Boy he was fucking this up he thought to himself.

“Take your time love” soothed Lyla as she lowered herself to the sand as well.

“Its just….i’m half the man I thought I would be when I was younger. After Donna there isn’t much left but I want you to have what is left of me Lyla. I’m so sorry its all I have to offer and you deserve better” stated Opie quietly.

“I accept Opie” murmured Lyla as she leaned forward and planted a kiss to each of his hands.

[tidalrace]

Uh, so… Mary Winston was a stripper when she met Piney? And presumably in her younger years was a leggy, busty blonde?

Working through any mommy issues with your second wife there Opie? 😂

[maurawrites]

Winter Ave Zoli as Lyla Dvorak in ‘Sons of Anarchy’

[marleyelona]

WELCOME TO...

[ LADY OF THE REAPER ]

A Tig Trager Fanfiction 

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'TIG & ELISE'

Synopsis

TIG TRAGER's life is turned upside down when his estranged wife shows up at the clubhouse one day, informing him his daughter is in hospital after she attempted to take her own life.

Shattered and heart broken, Tig immediately rushes to the hospital to be by his daughter's side, only to realise he hasn't been the best dad in the world.

With a new perspective and appreciation for his family, Tig wants nothing more than to rebuild what they all lost, while Annalise "Elise" Trager, who has built a life away from him and his club as a successful business woman in both the porn and escort industries, wants nothing more than for him to finally sign the divorce papers, so they can both move on with their lives.

LADY OF THE REAPER is a story about the woman who was crazy enough to fall for Tig Trager.

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'TIG & GRACIE'

" I was young—a sixteen year old high school drop out with a rebellious streak. And he was the older guy with a motorcycle—dangerous and mysterious—he made my heart race—adrenaline pump. Your grandpa didn't approve, which only made me want him more. And then, you were born...and reality set in. You can probably guess what happened next... "

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LADY OF THE REAPER | (meet the cast)

ANNALISE "ELISE" TRAGER 

(NATHALIE KELLEY)

42/Co-Founder & Owner of CaraCara Studios/Former Nude Model/Porn Director/A Madam/Successful Business Woman/5'7

CHARISE "GRACIE" TRAGER

(KATHERINE LANGFORD)

26/Troubled mind/Struggling Artist/Bartender/Single Mum of Twins/5'5

ALEXANDER "TIG" TRAGER 

(KIM COATES)

45/SAMCRO Member/Stg. At Arms/Distant Father/6'2

VENUS VAN DAM

(WALTON GOGGINS)

40/Trans/Prostitute/5'10

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ALSO STARRING...

THE CARACARA GIRLS

(LYLA & IMA)

THE SAMCRO BOYS 

(HAPPY & JUICE)

THE TWINS

(ELLA & ETHAN)

the rest of the Sons of Anarchy cast as their own respective characters

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my characters, Elise, Gracie, Ethan and Ella Trager, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the majority of the gifs that are used throughout this book, including the ones on this page. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go those whom created them. I also DO the aesthetics, covers, tags and trailers that are made. 

CHANGES TO PLOT: Tig was never married to Colleen, therefore Dawn and Fawn do not exist in this story. 

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: violence, coarse language, mental health issues, self-harm, suicide attempts/thoughts or tendencies, mentions of underage pregnancies, inappropriate relationships, toxic relationships, strong alcohol and drug use, criminal activity, guns, death or talks of death, mentions of sex work, LGBTQ, inappropriate racial slurs (things said in the show) and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. 

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STARTED : March 17, 2025

ORINIGALLY PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD : March 17, 2025

PUBLISHED ON HERE : March 18, 2025

FINISHED : ongoing 

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SP's 150 Fanfic Celebration Masterlist Completed.

More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical💉 Triggering material🚩

A Cold Desert Night❤❤

"You built me a blanket fort?" With Angel Reyes, requested by @daydreaming-belle

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A Bird's Eye View💦 💦

"Eyes on me or this stops.” With Billy Russo, requested by @sweetserendipity65

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The Hazards of the Job😨 ❤

"How did you get that bruise?" With Valeria Garza, requested by anon.

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Fashionably Late💦❤

"Spin for me." and "Come on now, don't be like that." With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

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In Other Words, I Love You❤ ❤

"I like this song, dance with me?" With Guero, requested by @daydreaming-belle

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Lavender Bath Drops😨❤❤

"I'm going to run you a bath, and you're not going to do anything." and "Where did you get those bruises?" With Simon 'Ghost' Riley, requested by @bringinsexybackk69

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Bath Oil and Bubbles❤❤

"I'm going to run you a bath, and you're not going to do anything." and "Can I wash your hair?" With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

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Just the Common Cold😨 ❤❤

"You're sick, why didn't you tell me?" and "Can I just hold you a little longer?" With Billy Russo, requested by @thehumanistsdiary

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When Things Go Wrong💦 😨 ❤

"Be good for me and I won't spank you too hard, unless you want me to." and "You're having a panic attack." With Phillip Graves, requested by @candy616 

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The Northern Lights❤

"It's snowing." With Kate Lawswell, requested by anon.

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A Possessive Display ❤💦

"How drunk are you?" and "Eyes on me or this stops." With Simon Riley, requested by @candy616

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A Comforting Embrace😨 ❤

"Can I just hold you a little longer?" With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

[kuttesandknives]

Hi, I'm Laura. In my 30s. I write fanfics, namely Sons of Anarchy. Currently hyper-fixated on Opie Winston and his hands, and I'm also a forever #TaraKnowlesDeservedBetter person. This blog is multi-fandom and is not spoiler-free, nor are my stories. Minors, do not interact.

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Sons of Anarchy series: Oaths & Outlaws (Opie WInston x OC) Untitled (Jax x Tara) Untitled (Opie x Lyla)

Sons of Anarchy One-Shots: Coming soon!

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Lyla dancing all alone at her wedding to Opie made me kind of sad…like someone freaking dance with her, she’s the bride …she’s precious and deserved the world