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Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x OC (Mariella Reyes)

Request from @rizoldlady​: I would love to see story about him dancing with an oc female character. Baby sister to Ez and Angel. Possibly they are dating in secret and Riz blows the secret while dancing with her at a Mayan party. Tango or cha cha. I can see angel getting pissed at riz for kissing his baby sister. Please please pretty please.

Warnings: language, protective and nosey brothers

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This was my first time writing for Riz, so please be gentle with me haha. I really loved this prompt though, and had a lot of fun with it! Hope you all enjoy it xo

(I’m a visual person so with OC’s I always have to have photos to help with the pictures in my head so here’s a little something to help if that’s how your brain works too)

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Blossom: Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader x OC (NSFW)

Set before the events of @the-hinky-panda story 'The Gin Blossom', when Riz and Songbird met Ginny for the first time.

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Hitting Bingo Square - Wild Night

It isn’t the first time for you or Riz, but it is for Ginny. She whispers this into your mouth as her head tips back onto Riz’s shoulder, his lips ghosting along the curve of her throat. His palms frame her hips, holding her steady against him.

You both know what she’s really saying, it’s the first time she’s been intimate with another person since Dylan her husband died, let alone two.

“We can stop.” You say quietly, using your fingertips to tip her chin up to meet your gaze.

Communication is key in a situation like this. You like Ginny, you both do, the three of you made a connection tonight. You weren’t looking for a third person but there’s something underneath the surface, something deep, something spiritual, you know that Riz feels it too.

Ginny’s been torn apart inside; she’d hurting and the two of you want to take that away. You want to remind her that human contact doesn’t have to come with pain, that there’s beauty in the vulnerability. Her history has taught her to withdraw, to hide herself away but you’ve seen glimpses of the woman she is. You want her to embrace that, to reconnect with the world because right now she’s just existing, she isn’t actually living.

It hasn’t gone that far, not yet. Riz’s shirt is gone, his jewellery stacked neatly on the nightstand. His tattoos contrast against Ginny’s skin. She’s pretty in black, clad in a cotton bra and panties. Her nipples poke through the fabric and Riz’s palm chases up the shape of her waist, his thumb toying tracing over the dark shape lightly.

“I want this.” She tells you, her fingertips reaching out and brushing the hair away from your features. “I want this with the both of you.”

“If you change your mind we’ll stop.” Riz’s breath ghosts in her ear. “It’s only fun for us if you’re enjoying it too.”

There’s no pressure, Ginny can take as little or as much as she wants from the two of you. The purpose of this is to make her feel good, to remind her that love doesn’t have to come with a price. It can be given unconditionally, without expectation. This will never be more than a one-night thing, something to bring her back to the world because Ginny, she’s stuck right now. She needs to feel the intimacy that comes with another person, to understand what it is to be loved.

“We’re going to take such good care of you.” You whisper against her lips, your bare skin brushing against hers. Riz’s fingertips trail up along the strap of Ginny’s bra, guiding it down along her arm. He unclasps it, drawing it from her form and tossing it from the bed.

Your thumb chases along her jawline before you kiss her. It’s gentle and soft, a simple brush of the lips as your fingertip toy with the elastic of her panties. Riz’s palms stray back to her breasts, his thumbs ghosting over her nipples bringing them to attention. She moans into your mouth as your fingertips stray lower, brushing over her clit through the fabric of her panties. She’s wet already, you can feel the dampness on your fingertips as your caress that needy little nub of hers.

“Oh, she likes that, don’t you Ginny?” Riz chuckles against her skin. “You like it when my Songbird touches you like that?”

She nips your lower lip, it’s a playful gesture, one that makes you laugh because there’s the girl you knew was under all that suffering. You like her, you think the three of you are going to have a lot of fun together. Your fingers trace over her clit, slow intimate circles that have her moaning into your mouth. Her fingers tangle through in your hair drawing you closer, because she needs the both of you right now.

“Oh Ginny.” Riz smiles into her shoulder as his fingers hook the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her thighs. “You want more don’t you?”

He’s intuitive your man. He’s spent a lifetime pleasuring women, becoming attuned to their needs, their wants, their desires. He knows when someone needs to get fucked, he senses it in Ginny. She needs that intimacy, that release. There’s a catharsis in it, he knows.

He looks to you, if you want to take this step, he’s game. He doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardise the relationship he has with you. You’ve never done this before, not with him. You’ve always been the third and he’s always been the one in the driver’s seat. The dynamic is different now, the two of you it’s a partnership.

“Do you want him to fuck you, Ginny?” You ask her. Your fingers thread through her hair, tugging her head back so you can look into her eyes. “I promise you; he knows exactly what he’s doing with that cock.”

She nods her head, her teeth biting down on her lower lip.

“I think we better give the lady what she wants.” You tell Riz, reaching around Ginny to help Riz remove his underwear.

He grasps the base of his cock, guiding it between her legs. Her wetness smears across his cock, soaking him as he presses against her entrance. Ginny’s breathing turns ragged, she whines as he exerts just the tiniest bit of pressure, and he chuckles into her ear.

“Trust me, I’m worth it.” He tells her.

Your fingers return to her clit, caressing it lightly as Riz enters her slowly. Her breath hitches and you use your free hand to cup her jaw guiding her mouth back to yours. He sinks into her inch by inch, filling her completely before he withdraws and starts all over again. He fucks her with long, languid strokes, his cock raking over that sweet little spot deep inside of her. You keep your grip on her jaw, keeping her grounded as you take her higher.

She’s close you can feel it. Her kisses are messy and urgent, her skin flushes that pretty shade of pink and you know you have her right on the cusp.

You feel the moment she shatters, the noise she makes it’s so raw, so primal. You know it’s a release, all of that pain, that suffering, it flows out of her in the midst of the act. It can be overwhelming; you both know that.

“We got you,” Riz tells her as he holds her close. He understands the needs for an anchor in this moment, something to keep you tethered. You cup her features in your hands, your thumbs smoothing the tears from her cheeks.

“It’s alright Ginny.” You whisper. “We’ve got you.”

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Serenade - Michael “Riz” Ariza

Michael “Riz” Ariza was your boyfriend of two years and your husband for three years, but the love did not run low between the two of you. However, that did not mean that you guys didn’t have your fights and this one was a big one for the two of you. This was how it all started.

You were at home cooking dinner for your husband as if it was any normal day after you got off work. It somehow felt off, as if you were going to get really mad really soon, but you didn’t know why so you didn’t pay any mind to it until you heard the door open and Riz had come in with a bloody face. When you turned around to greet him with a kiss, you saw his face and you glared at the man you loved as he smiled sheepishly.

“Bathroom. Now,” you stomped to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit to clean his face up before putting stitches in his busted lip, “I said for you to do one thing and that was not to fight. I can’t fucking believe you right now,”

“Mi amor, I’m so-” Riz started, but you cut him off, “sorry my ass! You know what, you can finish dinner and sleep on the couch. I can’t look at your face right now,” you trashed the used supplies and went to your shared room with a door slam.

Michael winced as he heard the door slam, knowing you would hate to see him like that so he thought of the best way to apologize. He went to the kitchen and turned off the stove before rushing out to get your favorite snacks and non-alcoholic drink since you never really liked to drink on work nights unless it was a bad day. When he came back, he took out ingredients to cook your favorite dish, Fettuccine Alfredo with Chicken. This took almost forty-five minutes until he was ready as he dished the food before grabbing your bluetooth speaker to stand outside your shared window and started throwing small pebbles at the window.

When he saw your shadow, he started playing the song you guys shared and used for your first dance as a married couple. Like in the movies, he held up the speakers as it played out loud and you opened the window and started glaring at the man, but it slightly softened as you took a look at him with the speaker in his hand and all your favorite snacks and drinks in a bag in the other hand.

“Mi amor, lo siento. Please forgive me as I serenade you like in all those movies you make me watch. I made you your favorite food in the kitchen and I will know you forgive me if you come down in ten minutes with that dress you love so much,” Riz yelled over the speaker as you broke your facade and giggled.

“Riz, get inside! You’re going to wake the neighbors up!” You tried to start.

“Not until you forgive me and join me at the dinner table,” Riz grinned.

“Oh my, God,” you muttered as you shook your head, “yes! Fine, just get inside and I’ll be down in ten,”

Riz smiled as he went back inside and stood next to the table, waiting for you to come down and enjoy a nice night with him.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 18

Phew... this one is a doozy. I typed too much at once. Guess you'll just get to see a little more than planned in this chapter. Oops... not really. Enjoy!

Warnings: cussing, talk of gun running, talk of weapons, talk of illegal transport of goods, some mild make-out session... Let me know if I missed anything. I'm too tired to think about what I typed lol.

After a quick pit stop to buy burritos from Mama’s favorite food truck, they pulled in to the driveway at her house. She was waiting for them on the front porch swing.

Hank got out and came to let Megan out too, taking the paper bag of food from her. Then he sat her seat forward to let Rex out. Megan had put his new harness and leash on him before they left the house, and she led him up the steps to meet Mama.

“Hi Mama,” Megan greeted with a smile. “Meet Rex.” She knelt to introduce Mama to the big dog who watched her with a doggy grin.

“Oh Cariño, you look so much happier. I’m glad the trip was good for you.” The older woman smiled and offered her hand to the big dog. “And this fine boy- Rex did you say? He’s beautiful, mija.”

Rex sniffed Mama’s hand politely, but his cropped tail never stopped wagging so hard his hind end moved.

“And so polite! Where’d he come from?” Mama stepped up to hug Megan.

A friend of Hank’s up north rescued him. He thought he’d suit me and he was right.” Megan giggled and accepted the hug

Hank came up the stairs shaking his head and laughing. “No welcome home for your own son, Mama? I even brought food.”

“Oh- you! Don’t tease your Mama!” She kissed his cheek when he bent to offer it.

Hank smiled and kissed her hair. “Te amo, Mama. I’m just joking.”

“Let’s go inside to eat,” Mama suggested. “I made some lemonade and tea. We can introduce your big baby to Chi-Chi.”

Inside, Megan warily introduced Rex to Chi-Chi. She wasn’t sure how he’d do with the small dog. She shouldn’t have been worried. Rex was terrified of the chihuahua. He hid behind Megan’s legs until Chi-Chi laid down. 

After they caught up over lunch, Mama smiled. “I’m so glad you’re better out of that cast, Cariño. And your color is better too. Are you staying ahead of the pain with your medicine?

“Yes, ma’am. Hank makes sure of it.” Megan smiled at Hank who was sitting back in his chair just listening with a grin as the two most important people in his life chatted.

“Good. Now - I know you didn’t want a big deal for your birthday. I also know that Che and Hank didn’t exactly go along with that idea.” Mama winked at Hank. “But I have something for you too.”

“You didn’t have to do that Mama…” Megan started.

“Maybe not, but I did.” She reached behind her and retrieved a leather bound book. She handed it to Megan with a smile. “Feliz Cumpleaños, hija.”

Megan took the book carefully and opened it. It was very old. It was a recipe book. A handwritten one. Megan ran gentle fingers over the pages. “Is this…”

“My copy of the family recipe book. You love learning to cook new things - and you’ve shared recipes with me. Now it’s my turn.” Mama smiled gently at her and patted her hand. “Besides - there are tricks in there. Ones that will help you as you learn your culture from the ground up.” Mama flipped to the back to show her blank pages. “And this is where you add your own.”

Megan’s eyes teared as she saw where Mama had penned her name at the top of the page. “Are you sure?” she sniffed.

“Very. And that ring on your finger says my Hank is sure too.” Mama stood to kiss Megan on the forehead. “Eres familia. Always.”

Megan leaned into the affection from the older woman and closed her eyes. “Thank you, Mama.”

“De nada.”

Hank smiled gratefully at his mother as she cuddled the love of his life. He petted Rex and let them have their moment.

Soon, Mama patted Megan’s hair and went to take her seat again. “Now - what did Hank get you, Hija? It better have been good.”

Megan giggled and wiped her eyes before she began listing things she’d received as gifts. Mama admired her earrings and her charm bracelet.

“St. Agnes was also my patron saint as a young woman,” Mama explained. “I have her story somewhere around here. I’ll find it for you. I think I still have a rosary and some jewelry too…”

Hank’s phone buzzed and he checked it. “Alright, mi reina. That was your papa. Your guests should begin arriving in the next half-hour or so. We should get to the clubhouse.”

“Yes. Don’t be late for your own party, Cariño. I’ll see you in a few days.” Mama kissed her cheek. “Go. Have fun.”

“Thank you, Mama.” Megan stood and Rex came to heel. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Te amo, Cariño.” Mama kissed Hank as well. “Te amo, hijo. Take care of her.”

“I will, Mama. Te amo. Call if you need us.”

Megan carefully placed her recipe book in the glove box to keep it clean.

“Are you happy, mi amore?” Hank asked as he helped to buckle her seatbelt.

Megan smiled brilliantly at him. “Very. I got a Mom for my birthday.”

Hank chuckled. “I don’t know how I’ll top that next year.”

Megan kissed him softly. “Me either.”

They pulled up to the clubhouse and found Taza waiting for them outside. They could see a lot of movement through the windows, but other than that, the yard was very quiet.

Megan left Rex’s harness on and stuck his leash in her thigh bag before they got out.

“Ah. There you are, Chica. The Reaper should be here any minute with Oakland right behind them,” Taza said as he opened her car door. “Did you enjoy your visit with Mama?”

Megan hugged him tightly. “It was great. She gave me the Loza family recipe book.”

Taza eyebrows hit his hairline and he looked to Hank with a grin. “Really now. That is great.” He kissed her forehead. Rex bounded up to greet Taza too, so Taza scratched his ears for him.

“So - is the plan the same as it was last night? Templo and then party?” Megan asked him.

“Yeah. The same. There will be so many people there for Templo that it’ll probably be senior officers only at the table.” Taza explained, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her towards the stairs.

“Oh. Guess I’ll stand with Coco or Creeper,” Megan said with a little shrug.

Hank chuckled. “You are a senior officer, Princessa. Especially when it comes to the guns. They’re going to be YOUR specialty.”

Megan paused and looked to her father. “Really?”

Inside was swarming with activity as finishing touches were put on the food and decor. Vickie paused on the way through to the bar to tell Megan happy birthday. Gilly was holding the ladder for Coco who was hanging what looked like a giant banner. EZ was stocking the reserve coolers behind the bar and Angel - well he seemed to be flirting hard with a pretty blonde who was wearing way less than the weather called for.

“Really, Chica. Santo Padre Armorer. That puts you at the table.” He paused and opened the door to the clubhouse.

“Where are the tíos?” Megan asked Taza as Rex went to investigate his new dog bed in the corner.

“Templo. I think they’re hiding so Vickie doesn’t make them clean something.”

Megan giggled at the thought. “Alright. I’m going to go say hello.” She kissed Taza’s cheek and then gave Hank a kiss as well before turning to go to the sliding glass door. She knocked as was granted entry - sliding the door closed behind her.

Taza smirked at Hank. “So the family recipe book already?”

Hank smiled and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. “Yep. She didn’t even scold me over Megan’s ring.”

Taza laughed. “Why would she? It’s a promise ring, not an engagement ring.”

Hank chuckled. “Same thing to Mama. Though I’m sure she’ll have plenty to say if I don’t replace it with something larger eventually.” He shrugged a little. “What can I say, Taza? Mama knows when my mind’s made up.”

That made Taza nod and smile. “Good. She needs that stability. Just don’t fuck it up and make me shoot you, Hermano.”

“I won’t.”

There was a rumble of bikers in the distance that made everyone pause. The temple door slid open, and BIshop walked out with an arm around Megan’s shoulders followed by Marcus. Megan was much more relaxed on her home turf. 

They all headed outside to greet their visitors. Megan slipped over to stand between Hank and Taza as the gate opened.

Five bikes rolled through the gate that was manned by Creeper at the moment. None of the bikes had the signature look of Mayan bikes. They were all Dynas and one of them carried double. The Reaper had landed.

The dust cleared as the riders dismounted and started stripping off helmets and riding gloves. Megan recognized Chibs, Tig, Venus and the big guy that they called Quinn, but the other two riders were only vague memories. She hadn’t actually met them, but she’d seen them at the lodge. One of them had a prospect patch. The other, she thought, was T.O. He was the only black man she knew of who wore the reaper patch. 

The Samcro delegation came forward to greet everyone. Marcus - as ranking member greeted Chibs first. By the time the greetings got to Megan, she’d already accepted a big hug from Venus.

“There’s tha’ lass! How’s ya arm?” Chibs asked, hugging Megan gently.

“Better now that the cast is off. It was causing most of my issues.” Megan said as she hugged the tall Scotsman back. “Still in the soft cast and sling, but not for as long as before.”

“Good ta hear. And… what’s this?” He took Megan’s good hand and spun her slowly so he could see her kutte. “Bylaws changed?”

Bishop laughed. “Nah. Loophole.”

Marcus nodded. “She’s a non-voting officer for the SanPad charter.”

Tig whistled, impressed. “Armorer, huh? Can you handle a weapon, Little Bit? More than your pistol, I mean.”

Megan grinned a little wolfishly. “More than you’ll ever find out.”

“At least you better hope so,” Taza said with a chuckle.

The thunder of more bikes interrupted their conversation. Bikes poured in through the gate, followed by Diana’s Escalade, and then a few more bikes.

Marcus chuckled. “Gentlemen, Poquito, Venus - excuse me. Mi Reina and mi princessa have arrived.” He patted Tig’s shoulder and started towards the large car, only to have the back door fly open. Two steps later, he grunted as a small purple blur collided with him chattering a mile a minute. Megan giggled as Diana got out at a much more sedate pace.

Marco and José went to greet their brothers.

After all parties had refreshment and Tessa had a chance to talk to her prima and tíos, Marcus nodded at Bishop. Even though Marcus technically out ranked Bishop - they were on Santo Padre turf, so Bishop would lead this odd version of Grand Templo.

A shrill whistle cut through the air, and all the members of all three charters filed into the temple. A second chair was at the head of the table and similar on was at the foot. Marcus and Bishop took their positions and Chibs took his place at the foot of the table. The current president of the Oakland Charted and his officers - as well as Marcus and José took seats on the side of the table where Marcus sat. Taza took his place beside Bishop, then turned to smile at Megan. There were curious whispers throughout the room when they realized Megan was in the temple. Hank ignored them and escorted her to the chair next to her father before taking his own between her and Riz. Everyone settled quickly when the gavel fell, and all eyes turned to Bishop.

“Alright. Now that we’re all here, let’s get started. There’s one hell of a party waiting on us out there.” Bishop sat forward with a grin. “Now, some of you have noticed the addition to our table. La Princessa de los Mayas has taken her place as a non-voting officer of the Mayans Motorcycle Club, Santo Padre Charter. Megan will be our Armorer and be responsible for all weaponry that passes through SanPad. She’ll work closely with the officers to assure inventory is kept.”

He paused to glance around the table. “Megan has unique training in multiple weapons and their maintenance. Training we’re going to need as we take on the True IRA contracts.”

Chibs looked to Tig and grinned before he returned his gaze to Bishop. “Found a port, have ya?”

Bishop nodded. “We have. At least if the vote tonight goes the way we hope.” He chuckled again and gestured to Megan. “Alright, Poquito. It’s your action. Bring it to the table.”

Megan swallowed hard, but nodded as she adjusted in her chair to hide her shaking hand. Hank laid a gentle hand on her knee under the table in support. “Santo Padre recently had a meeting with the head of the Galindo cartel. Long story short - to combat the DEA, he has found himself in alliance with Los Olvidados.”

One of the Oakland Mayans standing against the wall interrupted - “But isn’t the LO who you’ve been hunting for months? The same people who took his kid?”

Megan nodded. “Exactly. They decided they needed a third party to mediate and keep everyone honest. That third party is us. It comes with many advantages. One of which was an introduction to Adelita, herself.” She paused to take a sip of water. “At that meeting it occurred to us that an alliance on our own with Adelita comes with even more advantages. Los Olvidados is a vast organization. They control large amounts of government officials on the other side of the border. They are also two thousand soldiers who are used to storing and protecting supplies and weapons at all times.”

Bishop grinned. “And an alliance with the LO protects the M.C. from even more issues when we have to cross over.”

There were nods around the table.

Megan took a deep breath. “So - we met with Adelita - alone, away from Galind. She has agreed to supply the port of entry for the Irish guns, assemble them, and store them on their side of the border. The M.C. handles the buyer and transports. And - she agreed to do it for the twenty percent we had already factored in for the Vatos in the original deal as well as first option to buy when they have a large operation in the works.” Megan smiled and looked around the table.

“At how steep of a discount?” asked the Oakland President.

Marcus chuckled. “That’s the best part… at full price.”

There were surprised mumbles around the table. Men talked quietly among themselves until Bishop sat forward again. “So - any questions?”

“What’s to stop the LO from just taking what they want?” one of the Oakland members asked.

Chibs answered. “Same thing that stopped us - havin’ a club member at tha’ exchange to inventory at the drop to the LO. This does solve things nicely, I will admit. Do we know what port?”

Megan shook her head. “Not yet. We will by the end of the week…”

“If we vote it tonight,” Riz added. “The longer we seesaw - the more likely they are to decide we aren’t worth it.”

Marcus cleared his throat. “It’s a good plan. Solid. It gives us the gun deal with the True IRA and fulfills Jax Teller’s final wishes. It puts Mayans M.C. at the forefront of the two biggest money making trades in the M.C. world. I say we vote it. Now.”

“Seconded,” said the Oakland VP.

“Third,” came from Riz.

“Alright. Every man votes. Oakland or Santo Padre. Do we take on the True IRA gun deal with Los Olvidados as our ally?” Bishop said, looking around the room. “All in favor…” 

Hands went up. Some were slower than others, but they went up. Bishop looked around. He couldn’t see any man with his hand still down. 

“All opposed?” he asked. Again he scanned the room. He didn’t see any hands. That was really to be expected. Every Mayan had known and planned for the day SoA would hand over the gun trade. Bishop looked to Marcus.

“Unanimous decision. Vote carries,” Marcus stated. Bishop banged the gavel and Megan slumped in relief. Cheers and whoops broke out throughout the temple. 

“Good. Now - let’s party!” Bishop stood with a grin.

The celebrating Mayans scattered out the door to claim fresh beers or food leaving only Taza, Bishop, Marcus, and Hank at the table along with Megan. Megan laid her head down on the table and focused on her breathing for a moment.

“Beautiful work, Chica. Beautifully done. A unanimous vote from two charters on your first club action!” Taza laughed gently, patting her back. “Proud of you.”

Hank rubbed her leg under the table letting her calm down.

Marcus and Bishop just laughed with Taza.

Megan finally lifted her head from the table to meet the eyes of the four men who loved her more than life itself. “I really did that, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Poquito. You really did. And I’m just as proud of you now as when you took on Adelita yourself in that meeting,” Bishop assured her.

“Me too, Poquito. You really are proving just how much you love this club,” Marcus said.

The three elder men each stood. “We’re going to go make sure they don’t bring the clubhouse down on top of us. You - take your time. Decompress. Then come join the party,” Bishop said smiling. He dropped a kiss to Megan’s hair. “Proud of you, Poquito.”

Marcus followed his example with a kiss to her forehead. “You deserve that kutte, Bebita. Now come show it off.”

Taza pressed his own kiss to Megan’s temple. “Whenever you’re ready, Chica. See you in a minute.”

They left the room and slid the sliding, stained glass door closed, cutting out some of the noise in the process. Megan breathed a sigh of relief. 

Hank chuckled. “They’re right, you know. You were perfect.” He lifted her hand to kiss her ring.

Megan shrugged. “Maybe, but if it all falls apart, they don’t need to look far for who to blame either.”

Hank tugged ehr to her feet as he scooted back from the table. He guided her to stand between his knees so he was looking up into her face. “Mi princessa - if it falls apart, it won’t be for anything you did.” He slipped his hands down to rest on her hips and smiled. “I love you.”

That made her smile. “I love you too.” She leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. 

He kissed her back with a chuckle. “Mm. We should probably get out there soon.”

“Yeah. But I think the only ones waiting on us are probably Tessa and maybe Venus.”

Hank laughed again and pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling back. “Maybe so - but if we don’t get out there soon, I might forget that I’m supposed to share you tonight.” He grinned up at her. “You have no idea how sexy it was watching all my brothers realize why you are la princessa.”

Megan rolled her eyes. “I’m le princessa because Taza’s my dad and because of who my tíos are. I had nothing to do with it.”

Hank squeezed her waist gently. “Bullshit. You are A princessa because of your papa and tíos. You are THE princessa because you make this club better. Because you see what we don’t. And because you can use your brain and hold a room full of bikers in awe of you, mi amore.” He nudged her chin with his nose. “Straighten that crown, Princessa and own it. You just saved a lot of lives today. You deserve to be la Princessa de los Mayas.”

She smiled a little. “We’ll see.”

He shook his head. “Alright. You ready?”

“I’d be much more comfortable behind the bar. I’ve never really been to a party before…”

Hank chuckled. “You’ll be alright. He stood and took her hand in his. “Let’s go.”

Out in the bar, Megan laughed as she realized that Tessa had been waiting patiently for her to exit the temple. The little girl immediately attached to Megan’s side. “You okay, Prima?” she asked.

“I’m alright. Just nervous about my first party,” Megan explained to her. “I’m glad you like your jacket though.”

Tessa did a little spin to show off the purple leather jacket Megan had chosen for her on her birthday shopping spree. “I love it!” She showed Megan her little purple Doc Martens. “And Papa bought me boots to match!”

Hank laughed. “Now your prima needs to have matching Docs, huh?”

Tessa squealed and clapped. “Yes! They have SPARKLE ones too! Papa said I could have them if I scored an A on my science test and I know I aced it. Maybe he’ll buy us both a pair!” 

Megan laughed at the excited little girl. “I’m not sure sparkle docs will stay very sparkly if I wear them on the bike, Tessa.”

Tessa paused in thought, “So… don’t wear them on the bike…” she stated with a shrug.

Venus overheard her and laughed. “The little princess is right, honey. Some shoes are just for show.” She winked at Tessa. “And I agree with your little cousin - sparkle docs sound perfect for you.”

Tessa nodded decisively. “I’m gonna ask Papa. Be right back!” She scurried off.

“Wait!” Megan tried, but Tessa was already across the room. She groaned and narrowed her eyes at the innocently smiling Venus. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Venus put on her shocked face and pressed a hand to her chest as if offended. “Bless your heart - I never!”

Hank grinned and sipped his beer with an arm around Megan’s waist. He’d just taken a drink when Megan rolled her eyes again at Venus. “You know - I recognize a Southern ‘fuck you’ when I hear it, right?” she said.

“That’s what makes it so much fun,” Venus said with a wicked grin.

Hank snorted in laughter and choked on his beer.

Tig wandered up with a grin. “Are you ladies trying to choke Hank to death or is that just a kinky thing?”

Hank sputtered and coughed until his airway was clear enough to laugh.

Megan giggled and Venus grinned. “Now Alexander - we would never…”

EZ wandered by with a coke for Megan, which she gladly accepted. Tig noticed. “Little Bit, you okay or just pacing yourself?” he asked, indicating her bottle.

Megan sipped and nodded. “I’m fine. Just not a big drinker.”

Hank guided her back so she could lean against him.

“Fair enough.” Tig smiled.

Megan mingled with Hank, smiling her company smile and accepting happy birthday wishes until Creeper came to her side. Rex had stuck to her like glue and was currently sitting across her feet accepting idle ear scratches, but he perked up as the bald biker approached. “Hey Little Princess, you eaten yet?”

Megan shook her head lightly. “Nah. Been busy being hostess.”

Creeper scoffed. “Girl. You’re supposed to be enjoying your party - not playing nothin’.”

“I’m alright, Creep. I promise,” Megan said quietly, but the strain around her eyes was visible.

Creeper nudged Hank, who had been in a conversation with Marco. “You better get your girl, man. She ain’t eat yet.”

Hank glanced at his watch. “Shit. And she’s over an hour past due for her pain meds,” He looked at Megan. “Mi Reina, I’m sorry. You’ve got to be hurtin’.”

Megan smiled up at him a little shakily. “I’m okay.”

“Brother…” Creeper warned.

“Yeah, I hear her.” Hank said. He excused them from the group they’d been with for a while and led her to a couch in the corner with Creeper following. Hank guided Megan to sit and slid a pillow under her arm. “Now, I know you’re hurting, mi amore. I wish you had said something.” He handed her two pills which she obediently swallowed. “Now - do you want me to make you plate while Creep stays with you or do you want him to do it?”

Megan sighed. “I promise, I’m okay. We can go back to the party.”

Creeper nodded. “Alright. I’ll go get her a plate.” He slipped off, stopping to have a word with Taza on the way by.

Taza turned so that Megan was in his sight as he talked, just in case she needed him, but kept his distance. He didn’t want anyone to see her as weak because he babied her.

Hank squatted in front of Megan and slid one of his hands up to cup the side of her neck gently, guiding her chin up to make her look at him as Rex laid himself across her feet holding her down. “Princessa, you’re shaking and your breath is hitching like before you have a panic attack. What is it?”

Megan leaned into his hand a little and closed her eyes. “We should get back. That’s all.”

Hank leaned forward to press his forehead to hers. “Do you want to go home? If you’re unhappy, we don’t have to stay.”

Megan gave a watery chuckle. “Leave my own birthday party? No. I’m okay.”

“You need to eat, mi amore. Creeper will bring you a plate. We can eat it here, or we can go outside to the picnic table if you’d rather.” He kissed her gently. “Either way.”

“But - I haven’t talked to everyone. I haven’t been a good hostess. I need to be…”

“You need to be sitting your ass down and letting them come to you like the princessa you are, Poquito,” Bishop said, coming up behind Hank. “They come to you. You aren’t the bartender here tonight.” He sat in the armchair nearest her.

“But-”

“No fucking ‘but’.” He lit a cigarette.

Creeper showed up with two plates loaded with food. “Here, Little Princessa. Eat somethin’ Then decide how you wanna spend the rest of your night.” He sat them on the coffee table as Hank moved to sit next to her and pull it closer to her.

Megan hesitantly reached for the fork he’d laid next to the plate. Hank pressed a kiss to her temple. “That’s my girl,” he muttered as she started to nibble.

Bishop stayed planted and people filtered through to talk to him and to those around him as a consequence. Soon, Megan realized her tío was right. If she stayed put, people came to her.

Tessa flitted back and forth from their group and wherever her papa and mama were. Letty came and sat awhile, but she eventually got up to go dance with a few of the younger girls from Vickie’s.

About an hour later, Taza walked over smiling. “Are you ready for cake, Chica?”

Megan smiled up at him, more relaxed. “I guess so.”

“Good. Your tía wants to take Tessa home and put her to bed, but the little demon refuses to leave until after cake,” Taza laughed. 

That made Megan giggle. “Should have just cut it, Papa. She’ll be even worse after sugar.”

“Can’t cut the birthday cake without the birthday girl, Sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll get them to bring it over here. After cake - I think you have a few more gifts to unwrap.”

“But I already opened my gifts!” Megan protested as Taza walked away.

Hank chuckled. “That was before you made your birthday a diplomatic event, mi amore.”

Bishop grinned. “More gifts, Poquito, from new friends.” He sipped his whiskey with a chuckle.

Taza returned to perch on the arm for the couch next to her as Creeper carried the cake towards her with candles lit. A toy motorcycle stood in the center. Megan giggled as she saw the Mayans patch and rocker decorating the icing. Tessa started singing happy birthday and Vickie’s girls picked it up. Before the end of the song, Megan’s face felt like it was on fire.

Marcus smiled at her from the crowd with one arm around Diana and one around Tessa. “Blow out your candles, Poquito. Make a wish.”

Megan smiled and leaned forward before blowing out the candles to the applause of those watching. Taza pressed a kiss to her hair as Hank gave her hand an encouraging squeeze.

Vickie took the cake from Creeper so that the girls and EZ could serve it. 

“Well, now that the cake is being cut - Present time!” Venus announced. She bustled forward with a large box wrapped in blue paper. “Here, sweetheart. This one’s from me,” she said with a wink.

Megan laughed and took the box. “Thank you.” She opened it with a smile to find something that she didn’t expect from the first lady of Samcro. Inside were two pairs of cowboy boots, a brown pair and a black pair, along with an off white wool cowboy hat. Megan’s jaw dropped. “Venus - “

The dark haired woman smiled softly. “That night at the party, you mentioned that you rode in rodeos. I looked you up. Then I realized that you would have had to leave all your gear behind…”

Megan stood quickly to wrap her in a tight hug. “Thank you so much.”

Venus sniffed a little and smoothed Megan’s hair. “Southern Belles stick together.”

That made Megan giggle and pull back. She went back to her spot on the couch with a little smile before putting on the hat. Hank beamed and straightened it for her.

“Alright. Now that the missus has given her gift -” Tig presented Megan with a small, but heavy box. “In light of your new position, I probably should have gone bigger.”

Megan unwrapped it to find a handgun cleaning kit with a built in field kit to go in her saddle bags. “Thank you!”

Tig chuckled. “You impressed the hell out of me at that meeting, Little Bit. Never seen a chick - well a youngster anyway - so prepared to defend yourself. Thought I’d help you do that.” He shrugged awkwardly. “And Venus wouldn’t let me buy you another gun.”

Venus huffed out a “I swear, Alexander…” as Megan giggled.

Chibs smiled a little. “Aye. My turn.” He sat down his whiskey and smiled. “‘Ve got two. One frum me - and one frum Samcro.” He laid a small box on the table - about as long as his hand. Then, he waved T.O. forward. T.O. also laid a box down - this one much larger.

Megan opened the larger box, which was from Samcro, to find a custom stitched seat for her bike. The beautiful stitching in the black leather picked out the design of a crown. “Oh! It’s beautiful. Thank you!”

T.O. grinned. “It’ll fit. We called your uncle to make sure of it.”

“Thank you. And thank your club for me.”

Chibs smirked. “Little un is frum me.”

Megan opened the box to find knives. Three of them. They were made to be worn on the inside of her belt or inside her kutte the way Chibs wore his. He’d provided sheaths for them as well. The short blades were made for street fighting and the green composite handles fit in her smaller hands nicely. “Oh they’re beautiful. I love them! Thank you.”

“Aye. MY Kerrianne overnighted them to me from the same shop in Ireland where I got mine after I met you at the party. They’ll serve you well, lass.” He smiled as Megan immediately tucked on into one of the straps of her thigh bag which held it perfectly. “Your tío can find you someone to teach you to use ‘em. I’d do it, but ‘m too far away.”

Megan stood and hugged the gruff biker. “Thank you.” 

He patted her back awkwardly. “Welcome, lass.”

She sniffed a little and smiled as she sat back down. Hank grinned as she turned to show him her new blades. He examined them carefully and then showed her how to fasten them inside her kutte to conceal them.

Marcus offered Chibs a handshake. “Beautiful blades, my friend. I’ll find her a teacher when she’s ready.” 

Chibs chuckled. “Got a boot knife back ordered fur ‘er too. Should be here by ‘er big party.”

Coco was passing by and snorted a laugh. “La princessa’s gunna be armed to the teeth.”

Marcus laughed. “All the better.” He waved the president of the Oakland charter forward to present the gift from the other charter.

A leather binder with the Mayans patch embossed on the cover was laid on the table in front of her. Megan ran her fingers over the cover before glancing up at the Oakland officers. At their smiles, she flipped it open to find a copy of the charter and bylaws of the Mayans Motorcycle Club. “Oh! Is this…” 

“A copy for you to keep and study as la Princessa de los Mayas, Princessa. All the bylaws, from every charter. All the history of this club.”

Megan’s smile was blinding. “For me?”

“For you, Princessa. Happy Birthday.” He smiled and gave a little bow before going back to the party.

Megan ran her fingers over the binder again and smiled before looking up to meet the eyes of both Marcus and Bishop.

Marcus smiled. “Now you’ll get to read our story, Poquito. The history of tu familia.”

“Thank you.”

Diana came over after a few minutes to say goodnight. She was taking Tessa home to bed. Apparently, the energetic little girl had finally run out of steam. Marco had found her nodding off at one of the table and was carrying her to the car after bringing her to Marcus for a goodnight cuddle. The Queen of the Mayans pressed a gentle kiss to Megan’s forehead. “Sleep well, Princessa. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Things got a little wilder as it got later, but not much. A few guys got in the ring for fun and Bishop went to watch. Soon, Megan and Hank were left mostly on their own in that little corner of the clubhouse. Even Rex was asleep in his dog bed nearby. Megan was curled into Hank’s side, resting comfortably.

Hank smiled down at her. “Have you enjoyed your birthday party, mi amore?”

Megan tilted her face up towards him. “I actually have. At least once we moved over here.”

He shifted so he could reach to kiss her. “Good. We just need to remember to put you in a corner. I’ll try to remember, mi reina.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Sorry I freaked out,” she whispered.

Hank shifted her carefully to his lap before guiding her to straddle him. “Mi princessa, you absolutely did not freak out. You were so anxious you were shaking, but you kept going. You didn’t freese. You kept your panic in your control. You were so brave and so  strong. You amaze me, Megan.” He cupped her face in both hands and pressed his forehead to hers. “No apologies, mi amore.”

Megan smiled and nodded a little. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He grinned and kissed her again.

Megan kissed him back and shifted closer to his body. His hands rubbed gently down her back until they came to her hips. He slid them under her tunic so he could feel her skin. Megan wrapped the fingers of her good hand in his shirt to pull herself closer, pressing her hips into him. 

Hank groaned and broke the kiss, dropping his head to rest on her good shoulder. “Not fair, mi reina. You know what the doctor said.” He pressed kisses to the skin of her throat and chest where he could reach.

Megan whined until Hank lifted his head to kiss her again. “I’m sorry, mi reina. No strenuous activities of you could end up back in a cast. A week, mi amore. At least a week.”

Megan collapsed against his chest growling and frustrated. Hank kissed her hair. “Please, Hank?”

He closed his eyes and winced. “I don’t want to hurt you, Megan. Please…”

She sighed. “I know.” She lifted her head to kiss him softly. “I’m sorry. I know.”

Hank smiled softly and returned her kiss. “Just… be patient a little longer, mi reina.” 

Megan nodded and cuddled close. “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.” He kissed her again.

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Meet the Reaper 15

Here is a new chapter. It's a beast. It's also HEAVY as hell. Like... HEED THE FUCKING WARNINGS heavy. Y'all... if anything in the warnings is a trigger - don't read it. Be responsible for your own media consumption. If you want to know what happens - ask. I'll tell you. Or better yet, tell me which warning is a trigger and I'll send you an edited version of the chapter with that part redacted and summarized instead. I'm not looking to trigger ANYONE. This is just something that I needed to write to get it off my chest.

As always... Don't steal my shit.

WARNINGS: vague medical shit, doctor visit, slightly inappropriate flirting, Megan reacting to an angry man, fluffy Mayans, talk of the international arms deals appropriate to the show, talk of payout for non-specified Mayan jobs, fluffy Hank, slightly steamy bit, talk of forced infertility.

HEED THE FUCKING WARNINGS. I get specific for a reason, people!

Megan shifted her sling uncomfortably, but smiled up at Hank even if it was a little strained. “I hope I’m right.” Her face suddenly paled several shades. 

Hank tugged her close and kissed her. “Me too, mi amore.” He glanced around to be sure no one was near enough to hear him. “You need to sit down so that you can rest your arm. You’ve done too much today, haven’t you?”

Megan shook her head. “I’m okay. I can do it.”

Hank frowned at her color and flagged down EZ who was behind the built in bar. “I don’t care. You’re right in the middle of your dose. You shouldn’t be uncomfortable right now and I can see that you are.”

EZ came to Hank’s side. “Need something, Hank?”

“Find la princessa a chair. She needs to ease her arm,” Hank told him quietly.

EZ nodded. “Of course.” He smiled gently at Megan and went to find a chair for her.

Hank pulled Megan in front of him to lean back against his chest so that he could take the weight of her cast. “Rest here until he gets back, mi princessa.”

The rest of the M.C. was focused on the meeting and they were behind Bishop, Marcus and Taza so the elders didn’t notice the shift in position from Megan and Hank. However, Adelita and the Galindos did.

Adelita raised her hand to pause the discussion. “Excuse me, but is she alright?” she asked Marcus, pointing to Megan. She looked genuinely concerned for her.

Marcus turned to check on Megan and saw Hank supporting her sling. “Poquito? All good?”

Taza frowned and went to stand.

Megan gave them a strained smile. “I’m alright, mi padrinos, Papa.”

Bishop looked to Hank. “Qué ocurre?”

Hank shook his head. “Tiene dolor, y no debería estarlo todavía.”

Megan growled at their use of Spanish. “Not fair.”

Taza excused himself and came to check her sling himself. “Where does it hurt, Chica?”

“Papa - I’m okay. It just hurts. It’ll pass.” She tried to smile at him again. “Don’t let me interrupt the meeting. It’s too important.”

Miguel frowned as well. “What is it? Does she need a doctor?”

Bishop took a deep breath. “Apologies, Mr. Galindo.”

Marcus nodded. “I understand you loaned us manpower when Megan was kidnapped. Megan was in a car accident during that rescue attempt and was injured fairly severely.”

Devante frowned. “Then perhaps we should finish our meeting quickly so the girl can leave. She isn’t essential for this anyway. Perhaps she should just go.”

Emily frowned severely at Devante, but turned to Marcus and Bishop. “Are you sure she doesn’t need a doctor?”

Megan shook her head. “Again. I apologize. It was a very recent incident and my family worries. I am alright. Please - continue the meeting.”

Hank nodded a little at Bishop. “I’ve got mi princessa,” he assured Taza and the others. “I sent the prospect for supplies for her. He’ll be right back. Go ahead. I’ll let you know if it gets worse.”

Adelita stood and went behind the bar. She quickly put together an ice pack and brought it to Hank. “Here. Maybe this will help ease the pain until your friend returns.” She smiled at Megan. “We will hurry and be done soon.” As she returned to the group with Taza behind her she squeezed Megan’s good shoulder in support. It was worth it to note that Rex never growled at Adelita - just watched her closely.

EZ came back in with a chair from another conference room and several pillows that he’d weedled out of housekeeping. 

“There. See. The girl is fine. Can we please get back to the business at hand instead of fussing over a hysterical child?” Devante stated shortly.

Marcus’ eyes narrowed and Bishop looked angry, but both of them nodded. “Of course.” They glanced at Megan worriedly, but nodded again. 

Hank got Megan into the chair, putting the makeshift ice pack on her collarbone and EZ propped pillows under her casted arm. Creeper brought her a bottle of water. Coco watched worriedly and squatted in front of her to watch her color. Her father and uncles kept glancing back to check on her.

Megan rolled her eyes impatiently. “I just shifted wrong. The pain will pass. This is why I said I’d be a distraction,” she hissed at them.

Gilly snorted. “Princessa, distraction or not, business is still happening. You aren’t hurting anything.” He nodded towards the huddle.

A few minutes later, the shot caller all stood to shake hands. Emily gathered the contracts and took the rough drafts to EZ at the bar for him to shred. Marcus spoke with Miguel and Devante, while Bishop and Taza introduced themselves to Adelita - who used the name Luisa - properly.

The rest of the M.C followed their president’s example and introduced themselves to the leader of the LO. Hank stayed back with Megan, watching her color starting to return to normal, but noting that she was still shaking a little. After she had met everyone else, Luisa came over to introduce herself to Hank. Then she turned to Megan.

Megan smiled up at her from her chair. “Hi. I’m Megan.”

Luisa shook Megan’s left hand gently. “Luisa. Are you feeling better?”

Megan nodded. “Sorry about that. They worry. I’ll be alright. The pain is passing,” Megan assured her with a small smile. 

“Good. If you need help -” Luisa offered uncertainly.

Megan smiled at her again and petted Rex’s ears. “Thank you. I’m okay. I just shifted wrong I think. I have a broken collarbone as well as the broken wrist…”

Coco snorted, “And cracked ribs and a concussion…”

Luisa frowned. “I see… these injuries are… serious.”

“I’m healing. That’s all. I’ll be just fine in a few weeks.” Megan smiled up at her again. “I would like to be of help to this new alliance though.”

That caused Adelita to smile. “I have no doubt that you will be, Megan. Soon. Heal first.” She smiled gently again and went to speak to someone else.

Emily Galindo made her way over to check on Megan as well, but didn’t get too close when Rex shifted uncomfortably as she approached. “I just wanted to check on you to be sure you’re really alright,” she said.

Megan took a breath and turned her Southern Bell Company Smiled back on. “Of course, Mrs. Galindo. My apologies for the interruption. I will be just fine.”

Emily pursed her lips and nodded. “Of course. Please, let me know if you need anything in Santo Padre. We’re on the same side, after all.”

“Of course ma’am.” Megan nodded politely. Hank smiled politely as well as the blonde socialite moved on.

Once pleasantries were over with, Galindo asked if Marcus would ride back to Santo Padre with him. Marcus explained that the club would be staying at least one more night at the casino for Megan’s birthday, but offered to meet with him privately in another room. Miguel frowned, but sent Devante to speak to the front desk about accommodations for himself, Emily and Luisa for the night. “We do not wish to interrupt club business. Adelita, Devante and I have some… business to conclude ourselves. Perhaps a breakfast meeting tomorrow morning then,” Miguel offered.

“Of course, Mr. Galindo,” Marcus said. 

Just before everyone left, Miguel made his way over to where Megan sat with Rex beside her. Hank had gone to dispose of the ice pack at the bar. “Megan - it truly is good to see you came to no lasting harm from your recent ordeal. Please, if there’s anything I can do to make your stay in Santo Padre more comfortable let me know. Your godfather is a very old friend of my father’s. I’d like to be of assistance to you if you’d let me,” he said politely. 

Megan firmed her back and sat up straight. “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Galindo, and for the help you provided my family when I was taken, but I’m fine. My family has me covered,” Megan said as she dialed the Southern charm up to eleven.

“All the same, here’s my card.” He produced a business card for her.

Rex pressed to her leg growling softly as she took the card without touching Galindo and nodded politely. “Thank you, sir.” She immediately reached for Rex’s collar to hold on to him.

Miguel offered one more appraising nod and went to stand with Emily as she packed away all her legal tools.

Hank came to rejoin Megan warily. “What was that all about?” he asked in a low growl that made Megan tense. 

Megan immediately handed him the business card. “I’m not sure. He said his father and Tío Marcus were friends and that he’d like to help me where he could. It was weird. It kind of reminded me of a rodeo team owner schmoozing a possible rider.” She bit her lip a little worriedly. “I deflected as much as I politely could.” 

Hank growled again with his eyes on Miguel across the room. “I don’t like that he’s taken an interest in you…”

“I’m sorry…” Megan whispered and lowered her eyes to fiddle with her own zipper pull on her new kutte.

Hank frowned and looked at her. “Sorry? For what, mi amore? You did nothing wrong.”

“But maybe I drew too much attention, or maybe if I’d worn different clothes, or just kept my mouth shut…” she rambled.

Hank squatted in front of her and was startled to see tears gathering on her lash line. “Princessa, I’m not angry with you. You did absolutely beautifully today.” He used gentle fingers to tilt her chin and kiss her softly. He pressed his forehead to hers after he pulled away. I’m not upset at you at all. I’m upset that Mister Married Deep Pockets seems to think you’re fair game.”

Megan blinked rapidly. “I didn’t try to get his attention - honestly.”

“Oh, baby. I know that.” He stood and lifted her gently so that he could slide in under her in the chair, putting her in his lap. He cradled her close and pressed gentle kisses to her hairline. “I’m sorry I growled. It wasn’t aimed at you. Never at you, mi amore. I was aggravated at him.” He tilted her chin and pressed another gentle kiss to her lips. “You did NOTHING wrong, Princessa.”

Megan nodded slowly and swallowed hard before burying her face in his neck. “Can I take more medicine yet? It really hurts still.”

Hank frowned and looked at his watch in alarm. She was over a half hour early. She’d never asked for her pain medicine before. “Sure, mi reina.” He got her another dose and helped her take it with the bottle of water Creeper had given her earlier. “Is it your collarbone or your wrist?”

“My wrist.”

Hank flagged down Coco. “Can you get Taza to come here, man?”

“Sure. Everything alright?” Coco asked warily.

“Hopefully. Just get him.” Hank cuddled her close to his body, supporting her wrist cast. 

Taza hurried over as Coco slipped out of the room with the rest of the younger Mayans. Before Coco got out the door, he gave Hank another worried look.

“What’s going on?” Taza asked.

“Megan says her wrist is really hurting all of a sudden,” Hank explained. “I just gave her another dose a little early, but something’s not right, Taza. She’s never asked for a dose of pain medicine before.”

Taza squatted in front of them and got licked on the chin by Rex for the trouble. He chuckled a little and petted the dog. “Where on your wrist is hurting, Chica? Maybe the break shifted?”

Megan pointed to the spot on the side of her wrist, just under her thumb. “I shifted my sling during the meeting and suddenly had shooting pain right here. Worse than it’s ever been - even before I started taking the pills.” She sniffled a little and leaned into Hank some more.

Taza’s eyebrows raised. “Stay put, Sweet Chica. I’m going to check if Adam keeps a staff doctor. If not, we’ll head to the hospital.”

Megan swallowed. “I’d rather not, Papa.”

Hank rocked her gently. “We know, mi amore, but you need to be checked over. I’ll stay with you the whole time.” He kissed her hair and nodded at Taza who left the room. “Shhh, mi reina. It’s going to be alright. We’ve got you.”

Megan buried her face against his neck and he could feel tears on his skin that she had been holding back.

Rex stood and growled softly as Creeper approached. Creep calmly lifted his hands and spoke soothingly to the big animal. “Easy, Rex. Just me. Just wanna check on your mama. Good boy.” He looked to Hank. “She hurting still?” He didn’t come closer just yet.

Hank nodded. “Rex, down. Just Creeper. Let him in.”

The animal stopped growling and his hackles went down, but he remained standing between Megan and the rest of the room.

Creeper cautiously took another step towards them, and when Rex stayed calm, he moved to Hank’s side. “Anything I can do, brother?”

“Taza’s gone to see if the casino keeps a doctor on staff. She hates hospitals, but we’ll go if there’s not one here,” Hank explained. “It’s her wrist.”

Creeper squatted down to support her wrist cast for Hank so the big biker could use both hands to soothe and hold her. “Where?”

Megan sniffled wetly. “By the thumb. Under the cast.”

Creeper frowned. “I saw the x-rays after the accident. That’s not where you broke it, Little Princess. Did you bump it today at the store or anything? Or maybe try to move it like you did the other morning at breakfast?”

Megan shook her head but didn’t lift her eyes. She kept her face buried in the crook between Hank’s neck and shoulder.

Creeper looked to Hank. “Did she have a nightmare during that nap before lunch? Maybe try to reach for you in her sleep?”

Hank shook his head and kissed Megan’s forehead. “No. Nothing since a bad one last night. I think I got her stabilized in time during that one though.”

Creeper tilted his head in thought. “Then it’s not a new break. Sometimes if you strain against the cast, it can cause little breaks. Least that’s what they told me last time I had a cast.”

Taza came hurrying back in. “Adam’s got the local doctor on speed dial. He called him. Said he’d be here soon. Let’s take her back to the suite. He’ll meet us there,” he said, glancing at where EZ was still shredding papers and the door that the Galindo party had exited from not long before. 

Hank nodded. He looked at Creeper. “Could you take Rex out before you come up? I’m just going to carry her.”

“Course, brother. Anything you need.” Creeper grabbed Rex’s leash and tugged gently. “Come on, Rex. Let’s go outside.”

Rex resisted a little, looking at Megan and whining.

Hank stroked her hair back. “Mi amore, I think Rex wants you to tell him it’s okay for Creeper to take him outside.”

Megan giggled a little, but lifted her head to look at Rex with a sniff. “Good boy. Go on. Creeper’s gonna take you on a walk. I’m okay.”

The dog whined again, but reluctantly followed Creeper out of the room. 

Taza shook his head in amazement. “Happy sure undersold that pooch in the brains department.”

Hank nodded before arranging Megan so he could stand without jostling her too much. “You can say that again.”

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A little over an hour later, the doctor Adam had called stepped out of the room Megan and Hank were using to a common room full of concerned bikers.

Bishop stood. “Well?”

The older doctor chuckled. “Ms. Morales said you’d all probably be worried. She’s alright. Before you leave tomorrow she’s got an appointment at my clinic here on the Rez. They casted her arm while she was unconscious and it was done awkwardly causing strain on her muscles and tendons. That’s why she’s been in so much pain. Her muscles are pulling against the broken bone constantly. I’ll re-cast it and it will remove the strain, relaxing those muscles. I also plan to examine her collarbone to see if it’s healed enough to remove the sling if I put her in a soft cast instead of plaster.” The doctor smiled as all the men relaxed. He could hear them collectively breathing easier. “She’s going to be fine, gentlemen. I gave her a mild muscle relaxer that won’t affect her thinking processes since she explained she doesn’t like the side effects of the stronger pain killers. It should hold until tomorrow morning when I see her again. If not, call me.” 

Marcus smiled. “Thank you, Doc.”

“Of course. Her father and … boyfriend?... are with her. I gave them my card in case anything changes, but…” he produced another business card from the pocket of his white coat. “Here’s another copy for the rest of you.”

Bishop took the card and with a polite nod, the doctor left.

Creeper went to let Rex into the bedroom, only to be met by Taza coming out. They let the big dog in the room and then quietly shut the door before returning to the conference table.

“Doc said it was good news, but how is she really?” Creeper asked him as Taza took his seat. 

Taza took a beer from EZ and sighed. “She’s being a trooper. Apparently the pain has been worse than we thought this entire time. Doc said that he’s surprised she hadn’t caved and went to the ER with it… or broke the cast with the muscle spasms she’s been having. Hank’s sitting on her to make her rest until the shot the doc gave her can take full effect.”

Bishop nodded. “That what pulled you away from the Galindo meeting the first time?”

Taza chuckled. “Actually… no. La princessa earned her kutte in that meeting, brother.” He sipped his beer with a smirk. “She may have solved our Irish problem.”

There was a thump as all four legs of the chair Angel had been leaning back in hit the ground. Suddenly Taza had every man’s attention in the room. The meeting had only taken a few hours, and everyone was now back in the rooms. 

Marcus sat forward. “What do you mean, hermano?”

Bishop raised a hand to make them pause. “Do we need to table?”

Taza shrugged. “We will need to eventually, but it’s not urgent enough that it can’t wait until we’re home for the official vote.”

Both Bishop and Marcus nodded. “Alright then,” Bishop said. “Fill us in.”

Taza explained Megan’s theory about Adelita and Los Olvidados being their solution to needing a port. He pointed out all the things she had said to him - how the rebels are widespread, powerful, and damn near impossible to find if they don’t want to be. He sealed the deal for Bishop by bringing up Megan’s point about how bringing the LO close helps eliminate the motive to double cross the M.C. even if they do fall out with Galindo. “And - Megan also pointed out that the twenty percent we were prepared to offer the VM would buy a lot of supplies for Adelita’s orphans.”

Bishop chuckled and said back in his chair. He took a sip of his whiskey and looked at Marcus. “Well El Padrino… what do you think?”

Marcus smirked. “I think… if this works out the way she thinks it will… Megan has more than earned that kutte.” He looked at Bishop. “I’m supposed to have that breakfast meeting with Galindo tomorrow. WIll you meet with her and feel her out?”

Bishop nodded. “Of course, Primo. A few of us can meet with her and any people she has with her.” He looked at Taza. “What time is Megan’s appointment tomorrow morning? I'd like her to be there. It’s her plan. She should get to execute it.”

“Seven. Should be done by nine or nine thirty at the latest,” Taza said.

Riz nodded. “I’ll reach out and see if Adelita has time for us around ten, just to be safe.”

“Good.” Bishop grinned again. “Hopefully we can call Chibs by noon with good news.”

Creeper raised a hand. “I’ve got something to bring to the table.” He looked at Taza. “Fairly sure you can proxy Hank’s vote on this one. No need to pull him away from Princess-sitting.”

Bishop nodded. “Alright, Creep. Let’s hear it. We’ll see if we need to proxy after that.”

Creeper sat up and met all the men’s eyes. “Little Princess just may have saved our collective asses. I know the armorer vote already went through, but we didn’t talk about if she gets a cut. She won’t vote, but… brothers… that girl just proved she’s worthy of something. We said she could go on runs, but if she does - she shouldn’t be doing it for free.”

Gilly frowned. “You mean - we gotta vote on if la princessa gets paid to risk her ass like the rest of us? If she’s on a run, I just assumed she'd get a cut like the rest of us. Hell - even if she’s not on the run. We all get payouts monthly from profits - shouldn’t she?”

Angel frowned. “But those are benefits of membership. Prospects only get payouts for specific jobs. They don’t get the stipend. She’s not a voting member.”

Coco shrugged. “Only because she don’t got a dick. I say she risks just as much as a member, she should get paid like one.”

Riz shook his head at Coco’s phrasing. “Not how I would have said it - but Coco’s got a point.” 

Bishop sat in thought a moment. “Poquito would argue that she’s not a patch and shouldn’t be treated like one…” He nodded to Angel. 

Several of the men started to protest, but shut up when Bishop raised his hand. “I’m just telling you what her argument will be if we try to give her a stipend. She probably won’t take payout from runs either if we leave it up to her.” He looked around the table. The Oakland Mayans were listening, but offered no comments. “I say we vote it now so she can’t argue and we can say it’s her salary for being armorer.”

“Seconded,” Creeper said. 

“Me too,” added Gilly.

“Alright then. We vote. All in favor of Poquito getting run payouts and the stipend monthly?” Bishop asked.

Hands went up around the table. Angel was the last to raise his hand, but he did with a sigh.

Bishop nodded. “We’ll just proxy Hank as a yes, shall we?” he said with a grin.

The men chuckled and nodded.

“Alright then - Poquito will be paid as our armorer.” Bishop nicked on the table. “Thanks Creep. Not something we’d thought of.”

Creeper nodded with a grin.

“Now that the serious shit is over with - Adam said the tribe is throwing their monthly bonfire tonight. I’m taking Megan so she can hear the stories and for the dancing. Anyone else?” Taza asked.

Angel, Coco and Gilly shook their heads. “We’ve got plans for the prospect this evening too,” Angel said.

Marcus and Bishop both laughed. “Nah, brother. We’ll stick here. Let you guys get some downtime.”

The Oakland boys said the same. 

“Riz? Creep?” Taza asked.

Riz grinned. “I’ve got a date with the bartender downstairs. Can’t, man.”

Creeper laughed. “Sure. I’ll come alone. If nothing else, I can dog sit while you take the Little Princess around.”

—----

In the bedroom, Hank was doing his damndest to keep Megan down for a little while longer. She was anxious about Taza presenting the idea to the club and wanted to be out there listening to them discuss it. However, the doc had said for her to lay down for at least another thirty minutes to give the shot time to work. He laid next to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Relax, mi reina. The club will be nothing but proud of you for this idea.”

“What if they aren’t though? What if they think it’s stupid or if they think it’s too dangerous or…”

Hank chuckled and kissed her silent. He deepened the kiss when she moaned softly before pulling back just enough to speak. “Mi amore - they won’t. And if they do - you’ll have plenty of time to convince them otherwise.” He kissed her again cradling her face in one of his giant hands.

Megan giggled. “If you’re going to kiss me to shut me up, I may never stop talking.”

He shifted himself to rest his hips between her legs and held his weight on his forearm with a grin. “I do think there are better ways to occupy your mouth than worrying, Princessa.”

“Mmm. Think I may need another example.” She lifted her head to kiss his jaw.

Hank lowered himself so she could feel his weight as well as reach him without moving anything she wasn’t supposed to. He tilted his head for her encouragingly. He knew he’d need a cold shower after this, but couldn’t bring himself to care.

Megan pressed nibbling kisses beneath his jaw to his ear. “This what you had in mind?” She felt the rumble of his laugh through his chest and throat.

“Not quite, but I guess turnabout is fair play…” he whispered, allowing his free hand to wander a bit until he felt her skin as she kept kissing. He shifted to catch her lips with his and felt her fingers in his hair. “Mmm. Good girl.”

Megan laughed and tried to raise her hips only to find his were holding her securely down. Her breath caught on a light moan. She tugged at his shirt with her hand. “Want it off…”

Hank smiled hugely and kissed her again before sitting up on his knees and pulling his shirt over his head by the collar. He bent and placed kisses along her stomach where her shirt had ridden up before laying himself back down against her. “Better, mi reina?”

Megan traced the lines where his arm bulged as he held his weight off of her with her good hand and nodded. She marveled at the strength of him and ducked her head to kiss his tattooed collarbones.

Hank shivered pleasantly at the feel of her lips on his skin. She was feeling brave tonight and he loved it. He used his free hand to slide her shirt higher over her low-rise jeans, feeling the texture of scars against his rough palms. He knew they were there, but didn’t know all their stories yet. 

Megan nibbled across his tattoos, exploring a little. She didn’t want to push him, but she really wanted more. She shifted her torso to reach him better and hissed as suddenly her right side ached.

Hank pulled himself up and away from her. “Princessa?”

Megan whined at the distance. “No…” She tugged at him.

“Uh uh. What hurts?” Hank asked insistently. Hearing her hiss in pain had turned his hormones right off.

Megan growled. “I’m fine! I just moved wrong. You didn’t hurt me.” She reached up to cradle his neck with her good hand. “Come back here.”

Hank frowned and shifted to the side to lay against her good side. “No. What hurt? Talk to me.”

Megan threw her head back in frustration and bit her lip. “I just twisted when I squirmed. I’m fine. We don’t have to stop.”

He shook his head and brushed her hair out of her face before turning her chin to make him look at him. “Baby, no. I won’t let you hurt yourself trying to push your body when it’s not even half healed.” He leaned in to kiss her gently before feathering kisses across her cheekbones. “There’s no hurry, mi amore. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Megan closed her eyes tight and swallowed tears of frustration. “I love you too. It’s just…”

He gently tugged her onto her left side and cradled her against his chest, letting her bury her face in his tattoos. He knew it was sometimes easier for her to talk if she wasn’t looking at him. “Just what, Princessa? Talk to me.”

“I finally found someone that I want this with - for the first time in my life it’s my choice - I can make the choice to take this farther - and now I can’t,” she said quietly.

Hank pressed her closer to him and kissed her hair, rubbing her back soothingly. “I’m sorry, mi princessa,” he whispered. “I hate the implications of that.” He took a deep breath to control his emotions and tilted her chin up so he could meet her eyes again. “WE are always your choice. You know that won’t change, right?”

Megan nodded. “Except now…”

Hank dipped his head to kiss her with a groan. “Except now when I’ll hurt you if we go further.”

��We went further this morning and you didn’t hurt me, Hank.”

He chuckled. “I got carried away this morning. You’re so damn beautiful you fry my brain sometimes. I could have really hurt you if you’d moved wrong. If you’d over-balanced, I could have rebroken your collarbone catching you.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, “ But you didn’t.”

“Because you’ve got damn near perfect balance, but it’s still a major risk, mi amore. One that I can’t justify just because I’m horny.” He rubbed her back some more.

Megan buried her face back in his warm skin muttering, “You aren’t the only one.”

Hank laughed outright. “Let’s see what the doctor says tomorrow, hmm? There are other things to think about before we take this further too.”

Megan looked up at him a little curiously. “What other things?”

Hank’s face heated a bit. “Well for one - I don’t exactly carry protection, mi reina. Hasn’t really been an issue. And I know you aren’t on the pill…”

“Oh…” Megan said quietly and sat up so he couldn’t see her face. “Ummm… that’s… that’s a non-issue,” she said, not looking at him.

Hank sat up and reached for her to find her stiff with tension. “Megan… what’s wrong?”

Megan let her head fall forward so her hair hid her face from him. “Nothing.” She sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him.

Hank moved to sit behind her with her back to his chest and found her quivering. “Megan, Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you shaking?” He braced her against him but didn’t force her to face him. “Did I scare you?”

She shook her head, but kept her face hidden.

“Then what is it, Princessa? Let me help? Please?”

“Protection is a non-issue. I can’t get pregnant,” she said quietly, her voice shaking and coming out very strained.

Hank paused. He wrapped himself around her from behind, cradling and supporting her shaking body. “Something else you didn’t choose?”

Megan swallowed hard and nodded.

Hank pressed kisses to her temple and rocked her gently. “Ok. You don’t have to tell me, mi reina. You can if you want to, but you don’t have to.” He cleared his throat trying to swallow his emotions.

Megan was still tense. “I probably should have told you that sooner,” she said in a monotone. “I’ll understand if it’s a deal breaker. Tío Bishop will probably switch rooms with me if you’d rather…” 

Hank froze before tilting her face to make her look at him. Her eyes were swimming in unshed tears as her lips quivered. He pressed his forehead to hers and made her look him in the eyes. “I love you, Megan. I love you because you are you, not because of some potential future. The fact that you can’t get pregnant doesn’t affect that, mi amore. There are other ways to have children if that’s something we decide we want someday. This changes nothing. Nothing. Do you understand me?”

Megan sobbed and lunged for him, wrapping herself around him as tightly as she could.

Hank held her tightly, pressing kisses to her where he could reach. He rocked her gently in his lap, shushing her and doing his damndest to reassure her with his touch. 

Rex watched this all warily from his corner, but stayed there.

Hank soothed Megan as best he could, easing her to lay tangled with him. Her breathing eased slightly as he whispered to her in Spanish. When she quieted, he shifted to see her face where it was buried in his shoulder only to find her asleep in his arms.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 16

*insert evil laugh here* I know some people have been waiting for this chapter.

I want to note - this chapter has the bonfire at the Rez. I am associated with a completely different tribe than Megan and Taza. Completely different. Other side of the country. So I tried to keep it a little vague while still catching some of the wonder that I experienced at my first bonfire. No offence is intended if I got some tribal things wrong.

That being said, let the fun begin.

Don't steal my shit.

Warnings: cursing, vague doctor shit (that actually happened to me when I was younger), negotiations with (technically) terrorists, Megan's first Templo at home.

Taza knocked softly on the adjoining door of the bedrooms and cracked it when Hank didn’t answer. He smiled as he saw Megan curled against his friend. “All good, hermano?” he called softly. 

Hank waved him forward. “A hard conversation. She wore herself out again.”

“Anything I need to know?” Taza asked, stepping fully into the room.

Hank sighed. “That’s for her to decide, Taza. It’s… not something I feel comfortable sharing on her behalf.”

Taza nodded. “We have plenty of time. Adam sent her up something. His daughters can’t wear the skirt and shirt anymore. He thought she might like something like what the other girls will be wearing tonight.”

Hank smiled. “She might.”

Taza sat the outfit down on the dresser. “When she wakes up, let me know if she wants her hair done, will you?”

A few hours later, the bedroom door opened and Megan stepped out. Hank had helped her dress in the white peasant blouse and colorful ribbons skirt Taza had left for her. She carried her jewelry box and hair stuff.

Marcus grinned. “Well aren’t you pretty, Poquito.” He stood and took things from her hand so that he could spin her. Her skirt flared prettily.

Megan giggled. “Thanks, Tío.”

Bishop smiled at her from his seat. “Your papa will be out in a minute.”

“Okay. Hank’s getting changed too. We’re leaving our kuttes here tonight. I hope that’s okay.” Megan walked with Marcus as her escort to join Bishop at the table. 

“What do you mean, Papa?”

“Good,” Taza said as he joined them minus his own. “Tonight, you get to learn right along with Hank, Chica.

 

Taza took her jewelry case and pulled the beaded choker out to tie on for her. “Hank’s never been to one of these either. He won’t know the dances any more than you do. He won’t know the stories or the culture. You’ll be on completely equal footing.”

Megan laughed and lifted her hair for him to fasten the necklace. “For once…”

Once the necklace was on, he kissed her hair. “Do you want your braids, Chica? Or do you want to leave your hair down?”

“I think I’ll leave it down, Papa. Hank likes it down.”

Bishop snorted into his glass. “Trying to short circuit his brain, Poquito?”

Megan giggled. “Maybe a little bit.”

Taza laughed. “Alright, Chica, but how about if I just braid the top part back? I found something pretty in the lobby store…”

“Okay.” She smiled and sat in one of the chairs where he could braid just the top part of her hair back out of her face. He fastened it and then slid a few silver rings though the braid with tiny beaded feathers hanging from them. 

“There. Beautiful.” Taza pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. 

Hank came out fastening the sleeves of his button down with Megan’s rebozo over his shoulder. “You forgot your wrap, mi princessa,” he said before he looked up. He smiled when he did. The way Taza had done her hair showed off her high cheekbones. “Mi reina hermosa…” Rex followed him out with his harness already in place.

Megan took her rebozo from him with a kiss and a smile. “Thank you, mi caballero.”

Creeper joined them shortly after and they were ready to go.

The bonfire was taking place in the desert behind the casino. The fire had been lit at sundown and now in the full dark, it was easy to find. Drum beats echoed through the desert night and rhythmic singing in a language Megan didn’t recognize joined it. As they walked towards the fire, Taza explained that the musicians and dancers took turns with the elders of the tribe telling legends and stories. Most of the people there were Navajo to their Apache, but there were some of their tribe there as well. Around the fringes of the firelight were pop up canopies that served things like frybread, Navajo tacos, and chili.

“So it’s like a pow wow, almost,” Megan said smiling. “I used to go to the public pow wow back in Tennessee.”

“Basically,” Taza said. “But there’s no prize money or competition here. Just celebrating culture. They don’t advertise these. Anyone at the casino who gets curious can come, but most don’t.”

Megan stumbled a little in the dark and Hank steadied her.

“There will also be some tribal artists there, so don’t be afraid to look around, Chica.”

They reached the bonfire and spread the blankets they’d carried with them on the ground that was still warm from the sun. They were in a good spot to see the dancers who were currently in the circle. 

The men smiled as Megan became immediately entranced by the drums and the dancers. She sat on the beach blanket with Rex. Taza sat down next to her and began explaining the stories behind the dances while Hank sat behind ehr. He scooted so that her back was to his chest so she could lean back into him and rest. Creeper joined them after slipping off to buy bottles of water.

Megan spent the night learning about the culture around her. Taza introduced her to members of the tribe he knew and taught her the basic step to some of the dances. Hank joined in for the dance lesson and they all laughed when they realized that he wasn’t actually that great at it.

Taza chuckled when some of the little girls nearby corrected him on the steps for a shawl dance. They led Megan to the side and taught her the way they had been taught, enjoying her questions and cheering her successes. They admired her rebozo and showed her their own shawls with colorful ribbons and designs sewed into them. When it was time for the shawl dance in the circle, the little girls led Megan out with them to dance it.

Hank videoed Megan’s laughing attempt to keep up with the little girls as they spun and bounced. He looked over to see Creeper and Taza snapping pictures as well.

When Megan was tired, she came back to the blanket to rest. She was joined by a few of the little girls who had so adopted her. Soon, the storytelling began. Taza translated for her when the stories were in tribal languages, but some of them were in English. While Megan was entranced with the stories, Hank slipped away.

He found the little girls from earlier who weren’t already sprawled on the blanket with Megan, and recruited them to help him find Megan a gift. He explained that it was her birthday and he wanted to find her something to remember tonight by. They took him to the jewelry and clothing vendors on the other side of the circle. One little girl showed him beaded hair combs she thought would be pretty on Megan. Another found a bracelet woven of green string. The littlest one tugged on his pants leg and pointed out a pair of silver and turquoise earrings. Hank bought them all and tucked them away into his pockets. He also found a vendor who sold charms and bought a silver feather for her charm bracelet.

The night got later and Megan shifted to laying with her head in Taza’s lap as he translated stories for her and stroked her hair out of her face. Mothers came to collect the little girls with smiles for the little family. As it approached midnight, Megan’s eyes blinked closed and she dozed to the sound of the drums. 

Adam came and joined Taza on the blanket, grinning when he realized that Megan had fallen asleep. “Has she enjoyed herself?” he asked. 

Taza chuckled. “I think so. She hasn’t wanted to leave. Every time we’ve tried she’s insisted that she wants to stay longer.”

Adam chuckled. “My granddaughter says she taught her to dance.”

“I apparently wasn’t teaching her the right way. They corrected me,” Taza said with a grin.

“It’s good that she’s interested in learning, brother. Bring her back anytime. She would benefit from some time with her ancestors.” Adam patted his shoulder and stood. “She’s strong. Only fitting that we can help make her stronger.”

“Thank you.” He looked down with a small smile and stroked Megan’s dark hair some more. 

Hank carried Megan back to the rooms when everything started to wind down. She’d had a long and eventful day. 

—----

The next morning, Bishop and Riz waited in the small conference room downstairs for Taza, Hank and Megan to return from the doctor’s office. They’d been waiting only a short time when Adelita joined them.

“Buenos días, Adelita. Thank you for meeting us,” Bishop said, standing to shake her hand.

Luisa nodded politely. “Buenos días, Bishop, Riz. When we spoke on the phone, you mentioned a possible alliance…”

“Of course. If you don’t mind, we’re waiting on a few more members before we discuss business. They took Megan to get checked out after her pain yesterday,” Riz explained.

“Of course. How is Megan? She looked… distressed… is that the word?... yesterday.” Adelita took a seat at the table and the men joined her.

Bishop nodded. “She’s alright. She was in a lot of pain from her cast. More than any of us knew. They’ve gone to get it taken care of this morning. They texted to say they were on their way back, so they’ll be here soon.”

“May I ask… how was she injured?” Adelita asked quietly. “Her injuries are quite serious.”

“A car accident when she was abducted recently,” Bishop explained. “She’s had a very hard time. She’s the one who actually thought we’d be able to help each other though.”

Luisa smiled. “She is strong then.”

“Very,” Riz agreed. 

There was a knock at the door, but before any of them could stand, it opened to reveal Taza. Behind him, Hank came with Megan tucked into his side and Rex’s leash in the other hand.

“Ah! Good. Sorry we’re late. Doc made us wait while he gave Megan another shot,” Taza explained. “He was worried about side effects.”

Megan smiled at them. “Good morning, Adelita, Tío, Riz.”

“Morning, Poquito. How’s the arm?” Bishop asked, standing to hug her.

“Alright. The doctor put me in a soft cast instead of plaster. He thinks my collarbone will heal much faster without the weight. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long,” she replied, hugging him and then moving to shake hands with Adelita.

Once everyone was seated, Bishop gestured to Megan. “Well Poquito, your idea - your meeting.”

Megan frowned but nodded. “Yes, sir.” She looked at Luisa. “We have a proposal for your rebels, but first - do you have access to a shipping port in Mexico? One that can take fairly large shipments and that you have total control over?”

Luisa looked thoughtful. “We might. It would depend on how large the shipments are. This is not a deal with Galindo, is it?” she asked calmly.

“No ma’am. This would be between Los Olvidados and Mayans M.C. Miguel Galindo is a buyer from us - but not part of this negotiation.” She looked to Bishop. “As for shipment size…”

“Anywhere from fifteen to thirty oil drums - about once every six weeks,” Riz supplied.

Adelita nodded. “That could be arranged. What is being… hidden?”

Megan looked to Bishop again, but he just nodded at her. She smiled. “Guns. Mayans M.C. is taking over the gun trade from a club up north. We’d be receiving shipments of weapons from Ireland,” Megan explained. 

“And what would we benefit from this arrangement?” Luisa asked.

“Fifteen percent of the profits we’d make from the sale of the weapons. That’s a large chunk of money, every six weeks for your organization to use in whatever way you see fit.” Megan said, looking at her. “Los Olvidados receives the shipment and assembles the weapons. Santo Padre Mayas transport and sell.”

Adelita leaned back in her chair thoughtfully. “Fifteen percent? That seems low. Especially for the risk of storing the weapons… twenty-five would be more fair.”

Megan shook her head. “If you control the port and already have strongholds for storing supplies in place - where is your risk? We risk it all transporting them across the border and to buyers. Eighteen percent.”

Luisa chuckled. “Ah, but we would need to pay off more officials for dangerous cargo such as guns. This is not bags of rice to feed hungry orphans. Twenty-two percent.”

“Fair - but you already own those officials and we know it. If you didn’t we would have already found you weeks ago. And your people are most likely already trained in the assembly process. Twenty percent.”

“Twenty percent and first option to buy when we have a big operation,” Luisa said. “We won’t even ask for a discount.”

Megan once again looked to her godfather. This time when he nodded she could see the pride in his eyes. She turned back to Luisa with a smile. “Done.”

Luisa smiled back. “You are very good at this, Armorer.” She offered her hand to shake, which Megan took. “I will put you in touch with my second, Paulo. We’ll get things arranged.” Adelita rose. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Galindo is waiting to take me back to my people.”

As they exchanged goodbyes, a knock sounded on the door and it opened to reveal Angel. His eyes followed Adelita as she left and until she turned the corner. Megan noticed. 

“Need something, Angel?” Riz asked.

“Just wanted to let you know we’re all packed up. El Padrino finished his meeting about ten minutes ago too, so we can roll out at any time.” Angel said, standing a bit awkwardly at the door.

Bishop nodded. “Good. We can go home and call a table. Then we can call Charming with news.” He looked to Megan with a smirk. “Beautifully done, Poquito. I’m impressed.”

Megan kind of ducked her head and shrugged, hiding her embarrassed grin behind a curtain of hair. “I didn’t do anything…”

Taza scoffed and looked to the other men in disbelief. “You just negotiated exactly what we wanted - with no extra concessions on our part - with one of the most dangerous women on this continent, Chica.”

“And you made her think it was her idea -” Riz pointed out. “Plus - you giving her first option to buy - that just means we gained ANOTHER client that no one had before. Do you know how hard that is to do in this business?”

Megan laughed. “I just treated it like a horse auction - not a big deal.”

Hank chuckled. “Only you would compare an international arms deal to a horse auction, mi amore.” He stood and offered her his hand to help her join him. “Come on. Let’s go take the pooch for a walk before we get in the car.”

The drive back home was long, but Megan passed the time happily talking to Hank about her new bike and the plans for the party for her birthday. She was excited. Bishop had given in before they left and called Charming to see if Chibs was interested in meeting. 

Chibs and Tig were on their way down even as the Mayans made their way back to SanPas. And - per request of the birthday girl herself - Venus was coming too. Happy had, unfortunately, been sent North to settle another issue for the club, so he wouldn’t be able to come.

They pulled into the clubhouse gate at about dinner time. Chuckie rolled it closed behind them.

As the men all dismounted in the pit, Hank grinned at Megan from the driver’s seat of her car. “Glad to be home, mi amore?”

Megan smiled and leaned over to kiss him softly. “Yeah. I am.”

Hank cupped her cheek in one of his large hands and kissed her back. “Good. Let’s go inside and debrief. Then we can go home for the night.”

He got out and unloaded Rex before coming to open her door. Rex followed him easily without a leash. Megan got out and immediately went to the trunk to retrieve Rex’s bowls for the clubhouse and one of the motorcycle tire toys. 

Chuckie approached to help her, but stopped when the big dog growled at him.

“Easy, Rex. Just another new friend.” Megan dropped down to put her arm around him. “It’s okay, Chuckie. Come meet Rex. He just doesn’t know you yet.”

“I accept that…” said the little book keeper as he came cautiously forward to be introduced. Once Rex had his scent mixed with Megan’s, the dog’s tongue lolled out in a doggy grin. Chuckie did his best to pet the dog. 

Hank laughed and got the supplies from the trunk. “Get used to him, Chuck. He’s la princessa’s shadow.”

“Dogs are very good judges of character. I’ll add dog treats to the bar order…” Chuckie said, making Megan giggle.

“Thanks, Chuckie.” She stood and dusted herself off.

“Of course, Princess Megan. Welcome home and happy belated birthday.”

“Thank you,” she smiled and laughed as they all went inside.

Megan handed the dog bowls to EZ. “Would you find a good place for Rex’s bowls for me please, EZ? I have a feeling Tío Bishop-”

A sharp whistle cut through the evening. “Let’s get to table so we can go home,” Bishop called.

“- is going to call Templo…” she finished with a smile.

“Of course, Princessa. If you’ll leave your phone with me - I’ll get it set up for Amazon. Taza gave me all the account info.” EZ gave her a grin and held his hand out for her phone. 

Megan handed it over as she turned to head into her first official Templo. Rex fell in right at her heels. Taza waited for her at the door with a grin. When she reached the stained glass door, he slid his arm around her shoulders and escorted her to the high backed chair between his chair and Hank’s.

Megan admired the intricately carved table for a moment before Bishop banged the gavel making her jump as he called the meeting to order. All eyes turned to him. 

“I know we’re all tired from the drive, but before we go home for the night, we need to catch everyone up on some shit.” Bishop looked around the table. “Let’s start with the easy shit - Megan, what did the Doc say?”

Taza chuckled. Of all the things they needed to discuss tonight, that’s what Bishop decided to lead with. 

Megan smiled a little. “He said I’m healing well. The break in my wrist is actually a fracture - painful but not something that should have been in the plaster cast with my collarbone being broken too. He cut it off and gave me a soft cast that doesn’t weigh as much. I’ll be able to take it off to shower and stuff now too. Without the weight of the cast - he thinks about a week and a half before the sling can come off. I’ll still have to wear the soft cast for another three plus weeks though.”

“And the pain you were in yesterday?” Creeper asked quietly. “He say what that was?”

Taza answered. “Shitty work at the hospital. They casted her arm when it was flat on the table. Meant her arm was basically twisted all the time in the sling. Most of her pain has actually been muscle spasms from the awkward cast position. The muscles pulling on her broken bone was causing major issues.”

“So - that jackass doctor at the hospital that knocked her out without any reason to, made her be in worse pain because he’s a shitty doctor too?” Gilly asked with a growl.

“Basically,” Taza agreed.

“Oh fuck that shit. We gonna let him get away with that?” Gilly asked angrily.

Megan eased herself closer to Hank as Gilly got loud and felt Rex lay his head in her lap from under the table.

“Cool it, man,” Hank said, sliding his arm along the back of Megan’s chair so that she could move closer. “The doctor isn’t club business. That’s Megan’s choice.”

“But -” Gilly said, smacking the table. 

“No fucking ‘but’, Gilly. And settle your ass down. She doesn’t need your shit temper right now,” Hank growled.

Megan swallowed hard, but tried to sit up straight and not hide in Hank’s side. She had to get used to things getting heated if she was going to be at the table.

Marcus was across from Taza at the table and cleared his throat. “That’s good news, though, Poquito. Means we’ve got about a month until your quince party.”

Megan smiled at him a little shakily. “Hopefully, Tío.”

Bishop nodded. “That is good news.” He looked at Gilly. “And Hank is right. Cool it.”

“Sorry, Bish,” Gilly said sullenly.

Bishop nodded. “Second order of business - the Irish gun deal.”

Everyone sat forward. 

“We spoke to Adelita today. Los Olvidados does have a port we can use for the shipments.” He paused at a few excited whoops from the men. “Furthermore, our Armorer once again proved herself to be exactly what we need. She set the terms of the deal in our favor. Los Olvidados will receive the guns, store and even assemble them on their side of the border. We will run the guns and handle the buyers.” He grinned at Megan. “AND - they’ll do all that for twenty percent and first option to purchase guns when they have a big operation. Purchase them AT FULL PRICE,” he finished proudly.

The men cheered and banged on the table as Megan laughed and hid her face against Hank’s shoulder.

“Well done, Poquito. Well done,” Marcus congratulated her as he lit a cigarillo and smiled. Once everyone quieted down, he continued. “That means everything to our club. This deal…” he looked around at everyone around the table. “This deal will make ALL of our charters lives better. Between the H and the guns, we may be on our way to becoming the center of the M.C. world on this side of the country.”

Everyone grinned and nodded.

“So - tomorrow the Reaper will be paying us a visit along with quite a few members of the Oakland charter. We’ll have Templo to vote on the gun deal and then…” Bishop paused to grin. “Then we get to throw our Armorer her first birthday party.”

More whoops followed that with more table banging.

He looked at Riz and Creeper. “How’s the planning going?”

Creeper answered. “Got meat coming from Angel and EZ’s pop for the grills. Cake ordered per Mama Loza’s instructions.”

Riz picked up the report. “Rest of the food - Vickie and the girls have covered as well as the music. They’re also coming tomorrow morning to decorate. Bar is fully stocked including enough Jamison to sink the Scot twice over. Bar work is covered too since our barkeeper won’t be on duty.”

Coco piped up, “Chuckie said he thinks everything ordered got here. He gave it to Letty to take care of.”

Megan looked around wide-eyed. “You weren’t joking?” she asked.

Taza kissed her head. “Hardly, sweet Chica. We don’t joke about parties often.”

Creeper grinned at her. “Told you we’d be sure you enjoyed the party, Little Princess.”

“Alright. Sounds like everything  is in order. Anyone got anything else to add?” Bishop asked, looking around the table. “Alright then.” He banged the heavy gavel. “Get some rest. I want everyone except Taza, Hank and Megan here by eight tomorrow to prepare.”

“Wait… what? Shouldn’t I come help clean and get things ready for Oakland and Samcro?” Megan asked.

The men filtered out laughing.

“Chica - you aren’t throwing your own birthday party,” Taza said with a laugh.

As everyone filtered out, Marcus caught Megan’s hand. “Stay a minute, bebita? I’ve got something to run past you in private.”

Megan squeezed his fingers gently. “Of course, Tío.”

Hank kissed her softly. “I’ll wait for you in the bar.” He patted his leg. “C’mon Rex.” He and the big dog were the last ones out, so he rolled the stained glass door closed. 

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 22

It's taken me a lot longer than I wanted it to, but here it is. I'm sorry that it's been so long between chapters. Life has been trying to break me lately. It hasn't managed it, but I'm certainly bruised.

Warnings: Cursing, foreshadowing, fluff. Let me know if I missed anything.

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Megan woke, hearing a motorcycle pull up, and glanced at the clock. 3:30 a.m. She waited patiently and heard the front door ease open. She slid gently out of bed and padded out into the living room without waking Hank. Rex followed her after huffing softly.

Taza caught sight of her in the moonlight shining through the living room windows. “Hey Sweet Chica. You should be asleep. What’s wrong? NIghtmare?” He shrugged out of his worn kutte and hung it on the hook nearest hers.

“Nah. I’m alright. Just heard your bike and woke up.” She rubbed her eyes with her fist like a child and yawned.

“Sorry, Sweetheart.” He stepped forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to her hair. “C’mon. Let’s get some rest, huh? Going to be a long ass day. We’re going to the table in a few hours…”

“Tío Marcus?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah. He said you knew. That what that discussion in Templo was about?” he asked, cuddling her close to his chest and rocking gently as his muscles relaxed.

“Mmhm,” she yawned again and rested her weight against him. “D’ya get it all worked out?”

Taza chuckled. “Yeah, Chica. It’s all worked out.” He kissed her head again. “Now, I’m going to grab a quick shower and crash for a while. Go on back to bed, Chica, before Hank comes looking for you. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Okay, Papa. G’night.” She smiled up at him and squeezed him in one last hug before heading back to her room. “C’mon Rex. Let’s go to bed.”

The dog yawned and followed Megan back into the bedroom.

When she tried to sneak back into bed, Hank chuckled. “C’mere, Princessa.” He opened his arms and kissed her softly as she snuggled back against him.

“Sorry. Was trying not to wake you,” she whispered. 

He took a deep breath, burying his nose in her hair. “I always wake up when you get out of bed. Taza alright?”

“Mmhm. We’ve got Table later today though.” She yawned. “Gonna be a long day.”

He gently stroked the skin exposed where her sleep shirt had ridden up. “Think you can sleep again? You’ll feel better if you do.”

“Gonna try, but I wanna make sticky buns this morning too…”

Hank chuckled. “Alright, mi amore. Rest now. We’ll get up in a few hours.” He gently pressed a kiss to her skin and smiled as he felt her go limp in his arms. Bishop wouldn’t call Templo too early if Taza was just getting home. Megan could sleep a while longer and still have time to spoil them all rotten with her baking. 

A few hours later, Megan stirred in his arms again, waking Hank from his doze. That little wake up squeak betrayed her as she attempted to snuggle back in. He chuckled. “Good morning, mi reina,” he muttered into her skin.

Megan whined a bit.

“Do you still want to get up and make sticky buns?” he asked.

Megan nodded without opening her eyes. The room was chilly this early and she buried her face in the covers. “S’cold.”

Hank held her as close as he could with her buried like that and smiled. “Want one of my hoodies?”

That made her peek at him over her shoulder.

He smiled and pressed as kiss to her shoulder gently before sliding out of bed to retrieve one of his heavy hoodies from the dresser along with a pair of heavy socks for her. He came around to her side of the bed. “Alright, mi princessa, here. Sit up for me and I’ll help you get it on.”

He chuckled as she sat up to let him help her maneuver her sling. Once Megan was warmly dressed, Hank pulled on a henley and they headed for the kitchen. Hank knew she’d need help making things with her sling on. After coffee, Megan realized it too.

“Shit… I can’t do this. I need both hands…” Her face fell and she slumped against the kitchen counter. “Fuck.”

Hank nudged her gently. “Sure you can. You’ve just got to delegate some steps. I’ll help.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Just tell me what to do.”

It took a bit longer than it normally would have, but in the end - the sweet breakfast was in the oven alongside a pan of biscuits. Both of them had flour smeared on their clothes as they sipped third cups of coffee. Hank made eggs while Megan fried bacon.

Rex laid under the table, out of the way, doing his best impression of a metronome with his wagging tail. Megan had slipped him some bacon and Hank had added a raw egg to his kibble.

When they were just about finished, there was a knock at the door. Rex bounded up to place himself between Megan and the knocking. He didn’t bark, but he very much alerted to their visitor, and that he didn’t know them.

“I didn’t hear a bike…” Megan said, moving to the drawer closest to the patio door. She opened it and withdrew the .380 Taza kept there.

Hank nodded upon seeing her armed. “I’ll answer it. My backup is in my kutte hanging up.” He moved both pans off the stove and made his way to the front door, keeping one eye on Megan to be sure she was out of the potential line of fire.

The visitor knocked again. Hank got his gun and looked through the side window of the door. He didn’t put it away, which made Megan even more nervous. He held it where he could easily fire on the unknown person and eased the door open, blocking the opening with his wide shoulders. 

Megan moved to the side where she had a clear shot as well. Through the window, she glimpsed a man she didn’t know.

On the other side of the door was a man Megan had never seen before. He was dressed in a casual, but expensive, suit with a printed shirt underneath the jacket. She also clocked the shoulder rig there. The man was two long Dutch braids of dark hair, a trimmed goatee, and yellow sunglasses on.

“Can I help you, or is Galindo sending you as an errand boy now?” Hank asked tensely.

The man huffed frustratedly. “I’m looking for Ms. Morales. Is she here?”

Megan jumped as she felt a hand touch her good elbow. Taza took the gun from her hand gently, before moving in front of her. “And what, exactly, do you need her for Nestor?” he asked.

The man, Nestor, looked around the frame of el pacificador to answer him. “Just here to deliver an invitation for Mrs. Galindo. Mr. Galindo wondered if Ms. Morales would like to join his wife at the spa in town. A friendly invitation. That’s all.” He smirked at Megan where she stood behind her defenders in her leggings and Hank’s hoodie. “A way to encourage… relationships… between the Mayans and his organization. I’m here to drive her.”

Megan snorted indelicately at the blatant once over. When Taza looked her way, she shook her head emphatically. Hank kept his eyes on Nestor. That alone told Megan he didn’t trust the man.

Taza sighed. “Please tell Mr. and Mrs. Galindo that, while Megan appreciated their offer, it is unnecessary.” 

Nestor turned his smirk on Hank. “I’ll pass the message along.” He deliberately looked around the big man again to meet Megan’s gaze over Taza’s shoulder. “I’m Nestor Oceteva, by the way, Mr. Galindo’s head of security. He wanted me to be sure to introduce myself as we may be working… closely… soon.”

Hank growled and his fingers tightened on his gun. “Well you’ve delivered your message now -”

Taza pointedly handed Megan back the pistol. “And any further communication with our Armorer had better be through proper channels.”

Nestor chuckled a bit. “Noted.” He grinned slightly mischievously. “You have a nice day… ma’am.” He turned and sauntered back to the big black SUV still idling in the driveway.

After he drove off, the atmosphere relaxed. Hank shut the door and replaced his spare gun in his kutte before gathering Megan into a hug against his chest. “What the fuck was that all about?” he growled.

Taza shook his head before once again taking the gun from Megan, this time to replace it in its hiding place. “That was Galindo trying to suss out where Megan stands with the club.”

Megan buried her face against Hank and took deep breaths as she tried to relax her muscles. “Why me?”

Hank sighed. “Because he doesn’t know how he can play you, Princessa, and that worries him. You’re a wild card.”

She sighed heavily. “Well, I didn’t like it. I’m not a toy or a kid. He can’t buy me with a fancy spa invitation.”

Hank kissed her temple. “We’ll get it straightened out, mi reina. Any communication with the club is supposed to be through a designated burner phone. If they approach you directly -”

“Call someone. Tío Marcus made that clear when I met Devante. Never talk to them without a patch, right?” Megan said. 

“Right, Chica. They need to talk to you - they put in a request through one of the officers. And NEVER - EVER - let them get you alone,” Taza said.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Good girl. Now - I’m going to go call your Tío Bishop, to let him know what’s going on while I put some clothes on,” Taza said. “We may have company for breakfast.”

It was only then that Megan realized that her father stood there in an old pair of sweatpants and his jewelry which made her giggle. “That’s okay - we’ve got a second pan of sticky buns to go into the oven. Just make the Prospect pick up more bacon and eggs, please.”

Hank chuckled at the bemused look on Taza’s face. “C’mon, Princessa, let’s go finish the first batch so we can get dressed.

A little over an hour later, Taza’s house was full to bursting. Bishop had arrived as predicted with Marcus, Diana, and Tessa in tow. Right behind him came Riz and Creeper, and behind them was Chibs, Tig, and Venus. Angel, EZ, Coco, and Gilly were on their way. THey’d had to stop for more eggs and bacon as Megan had used all that she had.

Plates were made as Megan buzzed around making sure that everyone had what they needed. Hank had dressed quickly while Megan finished with the breakfast with help from Taza. Just as Bishop arrived, he’d managed to drag Megan off to change too. She now wore jeans and a hoodie that fit, but was still barefoot with wet hair. 

“Poquito - if you don’t sit down and eat something to even out the caffeine in your system you might just vibrate apart,” Bishop said gently as he caught her hand as she went past him for the eighth time. “Seriously, Sweetheart, we know how to pour our own coffee. Eat something. Sit down.”

“I’m fine, Tío. Just - it’s the first family breakfast I’ve hosted at home. It needs to be done right.” She put on her Southern Belle smile for him, but it was a little tight.

Bishop tugged her gently down to sit on the arm of Taza’s easy chair where he’d taken up residence. “Poquito, it’s as perfect as you can make it. Let your tía and Venus help a little. You need to eat before we call a Table.”

Megan shot up. “Shit! Table! There’s not enough chairs at the table! Wonder if…” 

Bishop tugged her back down. “Easy now. We don’t need more chairs, Poquito. Easy. We can stand. It’s just an expression. If it was official, we’d be at the clubhouse.”

“But -”

“No. Now sit.” Bishop caught Tessa’s sleeve as she walked past. “Tessa, Sweetie, will you ask Hank to make your prima a plate of breakfast? But tell him no more coffee, please.”

“Sí Tío! I’ll tell him!” the little girl said with a mischievous smile. She scooted off, ignoring Megan’s protests.

“There. See. Your caballero will be here in a minute. And you -” he pointed a stern finger at her, “will sit your ass down and eat something.”

Creeper had noticed the conversation wasn’t going Megan’s way and came to check in. “Everything alright, Prez? Little Princess?”

“Everything’s fine, Creep. Just making our Armorer pause to eat,” Bishop said, never taking his eyes from Megan’s face.

Creeper sighed, frustratedly and gave Megan his own stern look. “Alright. I’ll find her a chair.” He shook his bald head and made his way to the kitchen to find a chair for Megan.

By the time Hank arrived with a plate of breakfast and some juice, Creeper and Bishop had managed to make her sit in the kitchen chair the bald biker had brought. They had placed it next to Bishop so that Megan couldn’t escape and find something else to do.

Hank chuckled as he caught sight of Megan’s frustrated face. “One plate of breakfast for la princessa and a non-caffeinated drink since the tinier princessa says you’re cut off.” He handed her the plate and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Eat, mi amore, and be glad it was your tío that cornered you. Taza was muttering something about duct taping you to a chair.”

Megan relaxed a bit as the men around her chuckled. “I’m not that bad…” she insisted, nibbling a strip of bacon.

“No, Princessa, you aren’t, but you do need to eat something and let us fend for ourselves a bit.” Hank smiled and placed her juice on the small end table between her and Bishop. “We’re grown men. I promise we can pour our own coff-”

Just then there was a roar of engines as the final club members arrived. 

Megan made as if to set her plate aside and stand only to be blocked by Bishop’s arm and Creeper’s gentle hand on her good shoulder.

“They know their way in, Little Princess. And they can carry everything to the kitchen on their own. Promise,” Creeper said. 

“But someone needs to cook the breakfast they brought-”

Venus chuckled from the doorway to the kitchen. “Relax, Sweetheart. Your Tía and I have already got it under control. Eat. We already have.”

“But-”

“No ‘But”. Eat. That’s an order, Armorer,” Bishop said sternly.

Megan sighed and took another bite of breakfast as she watched the door for the rest of the club. 

“And you can stop thinking Coco’s gonna save your ass. Eat. He’ll just make you another plate,” Bishop said with a chuckle as he leaned back in his arm chair. 

Megan stuck her tongue out at her tío but did focus on eating the breakfast Hank had brought. He’d focused on the foods he knew she’d eat best- the sticky buns and bacon. He’d even snuck a banana on the plate because he knew she liked fruit in the morning.

Once she’d finished most of the plate, she looked at Hank pleadingly. He chuckled. “Alright, mi reina. We’ll take it.”

Creeper took her dishes with a smile and headed for the kitchen where the new arrivals were being given breakfast.

Taza leaned in the kitchen doorway, watching Bishop and Hank manage Megan’s anxiety. “Did she finally eat?” he asked.

Hank smiled a bit and nodded. “She did.”

“Good. Chica, stay put. Once the human garbage disposals are done, we’ll meet in here,” Taza said, standing to join them in the kitchen.

Bishop nodded. “Yeah. We’ll handle this Galindo business first. Then, this afternoon, Adelita wants a meeting on the other side to discuss specifics.”

Megan sat up straighter at the mention of the leader of the LO.

The men filtered in to find seats as they finished eating. Marcus took the other easy chair and Chibs took the end of the sofa closest to him. Hank stood at Megan’s back with a steadying hand on her shoulder. When Taza returned, he sat at the other end of the sofa. Tig and the rest of the Mayans arranged themselves around the room - either standing or in kitchen chairs like Megan.

Once everyone was present, Bishop cleared his throat. “Alright. We’re meeting here because we want Galindo to know we’re here to back up what he was told this morning. Taza - fill us in.”

“Early this morning, Galindo sent his head of security here to extend an ‘invitation’ to Megan. Apparently, Mrs. Galindo wanted to invite our Armorer to a spa day,” Taza supplied. “He was met with a firm - and armed - no thank you.”

A few of the men growled. 

“Why the sudden interest in Megan?” Angel asked. “No offense, Shorty, but why risk a very real possibility of offense with a new ally over one girl?”

Hank felt Megan tense and gently rubbed her neck. “To see if she could be manipulated easily. He’s testing her, and in turn us. He wants to see if we blow up one way or the other over her.”

Creeper nodded. “He’s on his back foot. Fishing for leverage. Little Princess joining us makes him think there’s an opportunity there.”

Everyone nodded.

Marcus sighed. “He’s also trying to push MY buttons.” He looked around at the members. “We were going to call an official table later to discuss this, but with this development - we’ve got to do this now.” He looked at Bishop and Taza who both nodded.

Marcus sat forward in his chair with his elbows braced on his knees. “Galindo killed Devante. His loyalty became divided in a way Glaindo couldn’t allow. So - he’s down and advisor. At the casino, while you were securing our position with the LO, I met with Galindo and his wife.” He met the rapt eyes of every man there. “He offered me the job.”

The room exploded into confused mutters. Once most of it was calm, Riz asked the question everyone was wondering about. “How would that work? You can’t be a Mayan AND work for the cartel. It’s part of the patch in. Club over all.”

Marcus nodded seriously. “I know. And I haven’t given him an answer. That’s why he’s trying to get to me through Megan.”

There were nods all around.

Marcus sighed, “I am… tired. My body isn’t what it was. I can still ride, but who knows for how much longer.” He paused. “But - my loyalty is always to this club first.”

At the nods from the members, he continued. “When I can’t ride anymore, I can’t be a Mayan. What happens to my family then? These are things I need to think about as well.”

More head nods.

“So - I asked for advice from the member who has proved to have the coolest head under pressure. She said to speak to others, but that going inactive makes the most sense.”

Creeper sighed. “An inactive member can regain their patch through a simple majority table vote.”

Marcus nodded. “So - I spoke to my chosen advisors. I plan to take the position with Galindo if he can guarantee that my club loyalty won’t be challenged.”

“Can he guarantee that?” Gilly asked quietly.

“If he can’t - I walk. He violates it - I walk. My club comes first. My family comes first,” Marcus said. 

Everyone seemed deep in thought.

Megan smiled at Marcus. “I don’t see a problem as long as Galindo follows the rules, Padrino. It’s not like you’re leaving us for good. More like - you’re temping for another company. But - Galindo has to follow the rules.”

Hank snorted and rubbed Megan’s neck gently. “He demonstrated just this morning that he can’t do that. Contact with a club member has to go through the liaison.”

Riz nodded. “And that’s currently me. I got no ride through calls or contact requests for La Princessa.”

Bishop nodded. “Then - we make our stance clear - to Galindo, the LO, and anyone else curious enough to come sniffin’” He held his hand out to RIz. “Let’s make this call…”

“Wait… what about what El Padrino said? Don’t we gotta vote or somethin’?” Coco asked, fidgeting with his lighter.

“We will - when there’s something to vote on. First, we make our point. If El Padrino decides to pause his patch - then we vote,” Taza noted.

The call with Galindo went about how they thought it would. Galindo played the innocent, stating that his wife is not part of his organization so he didn’t see the harm in a social invitation to the newest member of the Mayan family. He promised to behave himself in the future and make all invitations through the designated liaison.

At the end of the call, he brought Marcus into it. “Marcus, any new progress on what we discussed at the casino?”

Marcus sighed. “I have the parameters designed. We just need to meet to finalize details before a decision can be made.”

“Excellent. I’ll get back to you later today to set up that meeting then.”

“Of course, Mr. Galindo. I look forward to your call.” Marcus hung up the phone.

“He’s a sneaky son-of-a-bitch. I’ll give him that,” Gilly said. “That little conversation could have put you in a spot with us if we didn’t know already.”

Marcus nodded. “I know. That’s why I came clean first.”

The meeting continued long enough to have Megan shifting in her seat. Hank grinned and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “What’s wrong, Princessa?”

She giggled. “My legs are asleep because they don’t touch the floor,” she whispered back.

That made Hank chuckle quietly. “Alright, mi amore.” He held a hand out to help her stand. Once she was up, he took her place in the shirt and guided her down into his lap to relax. They were discussing the heroin shipment that was coming up as they waited for coordinates and a rendezvous time on the designated Los Olvidados burner phone. That phone’s assigned liaison was currently Angel - surprisingly.

Megan had no reason to speak up in this discussion. If Taza and Hank rode - she would as well. If not, she’d stay home. Since she wasn’t needed currently, she snuggled into Hank’s chest and closed her eyes.

Taza caught Hank’s eyes and smiled. He nodded at the resting Megan. 

Hank smiled and petted Megan’s loose hair, planting a kiss on her hairline, before grinning back at her father. 

Just when they started to run out of things to discuss, Angel’s pocket dinged. He pulled out the burner phone that was their direct line to Adelita and smiled at the text message. “Adelita wants to meet this evening at around four in Santa Madre’s open market. They need to pick up supplies, so she and Paulo will be there.”

Bishop nodded as Megan sat up to focus. “Sound alright, Poquito?”

“How many of us?” Megan asked, petting Rex who had made his way over to her in her lull. “Me, Hank, Taza… who else?”

“I’ll be going and Angel is the liaison, so that makes five,” Bishop said. 

Megan nodded her head. “We’ll be in their territory, so I don’t think five is unreasonable,” she mused aloud.

“Six.” Marcus said, and looked to Chibs. “Care to join, Reaper?”

“Aye. I’ll go. Tig and Venus can stay behind. Then I can vouch for the information for the Irish myself,” Chibs said, leaning forward.

Bishop nodded. “Alright then. We’ll call a table when we get back to tie a bow on everything so Chibs can get home in time for the gun delivery.”

“‘Preshiate it,” Chibs said with a nod.

Tig looked antsy as hell, and pulled Chibs aside as soon as the meeting broke up.

Megan settled back against Hank for a moment to breathe until she heard the sink turn on in the kitchen. “Oh no! The dishes!” She bloated upright only to be caught by Hank’s gentle arm.

“Relájate, Princessa. Relax. Let the Prospect clean up. That’s his job,” Bishop said.

“But what if Tía Diana or Venus is doing them?” she asked anxiously.

Marcus chuckled. “Mi Reina?” he called. 

“Sí, mi Rey?” Diana answered, coming to the kitchen doorway.

“Will you reassure nuestra sobrina that the prospect is on clean up? She doesn’t want you or Venus doing it while she rests.” He smiled indulgently at his wife.

Diana laughed and sauntered out to place herself on the arm of Marcus’ chair. “Why would we do it when there’s a perfectly good prospect in there?” She smiled at Megan. “Rest, Sweetheart. You were up early. Even if we were doing them - you were at the table. That excuses you from most chores.”

“Except -” Marcus said.

“Except taking out the trash when your wife has asked you to - three times,” Diana said with a grin at her husband. “Table doesn’t excuse that.”

“Yes, mi reina…” Marcus replied, winking at Megan over his coffee cup.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 17

Here you go. Chapter 17. The conversation with Marcus and a lot of fluff.

Warnings: cursing... and I think that's it. Let me know if I missed something please.

Megan pulled out the chair next to Marcus and sat down with him uneasily. “Is everything okay, Padrino?”

“Of course, Bebita. I just had that meeting this morning with Galindo and wanted to talk to you in private about it.” Marcus tapped the ashes off his cigarillo and smiled at her. “Nothing to be nervous about.”

Megan nodded and relaxed a little. “What is it?”

Marcus sat forward and looked at her. “Galindo has… eliminated his man Devante. He apparently became untrustworthy and his removal was part of the deal with the LO. Now Galindo needs a new advisor and he offered the job to me.”

Megan swallowed and nodded. “Alright. What would that mean, Padrino? You can’t be a Mayan AND run the cartel for Galindo. Split loyalties.”

Marcus sighed. “I know. But… Poquito, my body is tired. I don’t know how much longer I can ride. When I can’t ride, I can’t be a Mayan anymore. It’s in the laws. Can’t ride - can’t lead. Can’t ride - can’t vote. What happens to Tessa then? To your tía?”

She swallowed her emotions again. “Yeah.” She looked up at him a little teary eyed. “Is it really that bad, Tío?”

He reached and patted her hand where it was on the table. “No, Poquito. It’s not that bad yet. But it will get there, and sooner rather than later.”

“Do you have to leave completely?” she asked. “Is there a way for you to… I don’t know… step back from the club? Not leave leave, but just step away. Become inactive, I guess.”

Marcus thought. “I could go inactive, I guess. Then all it would take is a table vote for me to regain my patch.”

“Could you do that so that you can take the cartel deal? Maybe on the promise that you won’t be asked to act against the M.C.?”

“I could try. It would mean moving your tía and prima here. I could bank money so that when I can’t ride anymore we’ll have it saved,” Marcus mused. “It would have to come to a table vote though.”

“Everything does, doesn’t it?”

“Everything does, Poquito. It’s what makes us Mayans.”

Megan looked down and played with the zipper pull of her kutte. “It would be nice to have the whole family here…”

“I agree. That’s what makes it such tempting bait, Bebita. I could be here for you. Probably be home for Tessa more. Work regular hours even… But I’d be abandoning my club. The club I built with your tío and papa.” He looked at the stump of his cigarillo. “It’s not an easy answer.”

“No. It’s not, but you aren’t an easy man, Tío Marcus.” Megan thought carefully. “Does Papa know? Or Tío Bishop?”

“No. I wanted your take on it first, Poquito. You have such a gift for logic. I love your tío. He’s my primo and my best friend. Same with your papa. But they’re not ones to think logically when their feelings get involved.” He shrugged. 

“Maybe not, but I think they could help you more than I can, Tío. I’m just a girl.”

Marcus chuckled. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, do you know that?” He sat back in his chair and smiled at her. “Alright. I’ll talk to Bishop and Taza - but not tomorrow. The day after. I won’t ruin the party with their tempers.”

Megan reached to squeeze his hand. “And maybe see about getting that promise about not acting against the M.C. from Galindo.” 

He gave her fingers a squeeze. “Yeah. That too.”

“And Tío?”

“Yes, Bebita?”

“You should probably ask Tía Diana before you agree to anything… just a thought.” Megan stood with a smile. “She should be included in the decision too.”

Marcus chuckled. “Then it’s a good thing she’s bringing Tessa for the party, isn’t it?”

Megan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Really, Poquito. My guys are escorting them down. They’ll be here tomorrow.” He chuckled as he watched Megan get excited. “Now, go get some sleep, Bebita. A birthday party won’t be any fun if you’re too tired.”

Megan dropped a kiss on top of Marcus’ head in parting. “See you tomorrow, Padrino.”

At the ranch, Megan immediately started setting things up for Rex as Taza and Hank unloaded the trunk of her car. She washed his bowls and set them up in the kitchen. Then she took him out to the barn and introduced him to the hoof stock. By the time she came back inside, everything was unloaded. 

“Holy shit…” she said looking at the sea of shopping bags. “Where do we start?”

Hank chuckled. “Well… you start by putting your new book where you want them, Princessa. I’ll start with the clothes.” 

Taza joined them with their luggage. “I guess that leaves me with laundry duty.”

Megan giggled a little. “Alright.” She went to the many bags from the bookstore that Hank had put in her reading corner and started pulling things out.

It took nearly an hour to get everything unbagged and put away from the shopping spree. There were still things to be hung up, or things that needed to find a place, but Taza declared that a task for the next day.

Hank chuckled as he came out of the walk-in closet. “You officially have a wardrobe, mi princessa.”

Megan laughed. “I guess I do, huh?”

Taza kissed her head and smiled. “I ordered those dog doors before we left the casino, Chica. They got here earlier today. The prospect will come put them in early tomorrow.”

“Isn’t he supposed to be at the clubhouse cleaning for the party?” Megan asked.

Hank laughed a little. “Vickie’s girls will have that place clean in no time. He’s better used as muscle for you, mi amore.”

Taza nodded. “I got one for the back door and one for the front. I also made a vet appointment for tomorrow morning so we can get him chipped.” 

Megan smiled. “Okay, Papa.”

“Good girl. Now - what do you want for dinner, hmm?”

Megan thought carefully. “Is there somewhere that delivers pasta? If not - I can just make something.”

Taza laughed. “Italian it is…”

Dinner came and they ate it in front of the t.v. Taza turned on an action flick with plenty of comedy and they spent the evening just relaxing in front of the television. Taza sat in his arm chair while Hank took the corner of the couch with Megan curled against his side and Rex laying on the floor in front of them.

Surprisingly, Megan was awake at the end of the movie. “Papa?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah, Chica?” Taza smiled to see her looking so perfectly content in her spot cradled against Hank’s chest.

“Rex needs a dog bed…”

Taza chuckled. “Yeah. He does. We’ll go to the pet store tomorrow too. We need dog food anyway.”

Megan grinned. “Okay.” She snuggled down closer to Hank, who chuckled.

“Just like that? You’re content to go shopping?” Hank asked, looking down at her bemusedly.

Megan blinked up at him. “Well - yeah. Rex needs things.”

Taza laughed too. “So if Rex needed you to have a bigger car… you’d let up buy it?”

Megan giggled. “No, Papa. Rex fits in the Mustang just fine.”

“I’m just saying…”

Megan giggled again as Hank laughed.

The next morning, Hank smiled when he woke up before Megan. She had slept through the night with only a few whimpers. No night terrors. He was curled against her back and could hear her even breathing. He chuckled as he realized what woke him.

Their bedroom door has a lever handle on it. Apparently, Rex decided to let himself out of the bedroom this morning, because it was the slight squeak of the hinges that woke him. 

He slid out of bed without waking her to go let the dog out. Since they were home, he simply opened the back door for Rex and stood on the deck watching him. When he was done, he came bounding back inside. Hank went to the kitchen and poured dog food in the new bowl Megan had put out the night before. He checked to see that the water bowl was still full. Then he rubbed the dog’s ears. “Alright, boy, I’m going back in to lay with Megan. Be good.”

A giggle came from the kitchen doorway. “Are you ever gonna let him wake me up in the morning?” Megan asked. 

Rex bounded forward for her to rub his ears. 

“Well, you were just sleeping so beautifully…” Hank smiled and came forward to claim a kiss. “I’d have made you coffee, but I still haven’t quite got the hang of that percolator.” 

Megan kissed him as she giggled. “Alright. I’ll make coffee. I slept too late to make sticky buns- you guys will have to settle for monkey bread.”

“What the fuck is monkey bread?” Hank asked as he followed her into the kitchen proper. 

An hour or so later he got his answer as she pulled a pan out of the oven along with a pan of biscuits. This time she allowed Hank to make the eggs and bacon too.

Taza came in to find them laughing and dancing to the radio with Rex doing his damndest to get between them and get attention. “Well, good morning.”

“Morning Papa! Breakfast is ready,” Megan said with a giggle as Hank spun her one more time.

Taza smiled at the pure happiness on his daughter’s face. “Wonderful, Chica. How’s your arm?”

Megan smiled and turned to lean back against Hank’s chest. “Much better. The pain is so much more manageable now without the cast.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. Let me set the table and we’ll eat.” Taza smiled.

They sat down for breakfast happily. Megan introduced them to monkey bread. It was almost like donut holes. Balls of dough rolled in brown sugar and cinnamon, then packed into a pan and baked so that when they come out, you pull it apart to eat. The result was nearly as well received as her sticky buns.

After breakfast, Taza cleaned up and Hank and Megan went to get ready for the day.

Hank dressed quickly in his good jeans and a black wife beater. “Alright, mi reina. Turnabout is fair play. What do you want me to wear for the party?”

Megan blinked at him, confused. “Clothes?”

He chuckled. “Alright. You’re always wanting me to pick out your clothes. Here’s the deal. If you want my opinion on what you wear, you have to pick mine out too.”

Megan laughed. “But why? You know what you want to wear.”

Hank stepped up to stand between her knees where she sat on the bed. He cupped her face in his big hands and kissed her gently. “Because neither of us should have more control than the other, mi amore. We’re partners.” 

Megan smiled a little. “So - if I tell you that when you pull your henley sleeves up and show your forearms, I just wanna pounce you…”

Hank chuckled. “Henley it is.” He kissed her deeply as she giggled. When he finally released her to pull on a dark green henley, she bit her lip and smiled.”

“Alright, mi reina. What about you? We’ll probably only stop here to drop off the haul for Rex before we head to the clubhouse.” He grinned.

“So now, I’m curious. What outfit would you choose for me tonight?” She stood and went to the closet and opened the doors before she turned around to face him.

“You gonna let me show you off?” he asked coming forward to pull her close to him by her hips and sway a little.

She smiled a little shyly up at him. “Uh huh.” She bit her lip as he lowered his head to kiss her.

“Alright.” He grinned and stepped into the closet. He came out with something she didn’t expect. A pair of faux leather leggings and a dark green long sleeved tunic that would just barely cover her ass. The tunic had a v-neck, but nothing crazy. “And your new boots.”

Megan smiled. “Not a dress?” The outfit looked comfortable as hell to her. 

“Not tonight, mi princessa. It’s your party. That means it’ll go late and it’s chilly after dark. I don’t want you cold. This will keep you warm while still showing you off.” He laid it on the bed. “Plus it’ll still look nice with you kutte and the leather jacket your papa got you.” He pressed a kiss to her nose.

Megan giggled and nodded. “Okay.”

Hank helped her get dressed. She already had her necklace from Taza on, so after she was dressed , he sat her down at her dressing table. “Here, mi amore. Let me help with your jewelry before we get Taza to do your hair.”

“Okay.” She kissed his knuckles as he rested his hand on her good shoulder.

“Close your eyes for me.”

Megan smiled and shook her head, but closed her eyes as he asked.

Hank fastened her crown marker around her neck before slipping the bracelet Gilly had bought her on to her left wrist. He put her two new charms on her charm bracelet. He put that on for her too. Then he pulled the new earrings from his kutte pocket and slipped those in her earlobes. “Alright. Open.”

Megan feathered her eyes open and smiled at him through the mirror. Then she noticed her earrings. “Where?... Those aren’t mine…”

Hank smiled and pressed a kiss to her hair. “I didn’t buy them for anyone else, mi reina. Your little friends helped me pick them out at the bonfire.” He kissed her temple. “Do you like them?”

Megan reached to touch them with her good hand in wonder. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.” She noticed the shine from her charm bracelet. “My rocker charm… but where?” She looked up at him with a little giggle. “A new charm too?”

“Couldn’t let your first night with the tribe go unmarked, could we?” He caught her good hand and kissed the inside of her wrist.

“I guess you’re right.” She smiled and leaned back against him. “What about my hair?”

“Warrior braids, Princessa. Gotta show off that patch.” He shrugged into his own holster before helping Megan into hers. She settled into it a lot more quickly today, proving the pain wasn’t as bad.

“What about my knife? No belt with these.” Megan pointed out.

“Nope.” Hank smiled and moved the sheath to the waist strap on her thigh bag. “Coco found the perfect princessa accessory.” He helped her fasten the bag on her left leg, then slipped her wallet and phone into the outside pocket.

Taza knocked on the door. 

“Come in!” Megan called.

Her father slipped inside followed by Rex. “Need your hair braided, Chica?” 

Megan smiled up at Hank before turning to her dad. “Yes, please Papa. Can I have my warrior braids? Gotta show off my patch.”

Taza grinned. “Good girl. Want your feathers?”

“Yes please.”

Taza quickly braided Megan’s hair into her warrior braids and fastened them with her braid weights. Then he noticed her new earrings. “New earrings?”

“Hank got them for me. Look, they match my necklace from you and my bracelet from Gilly!” Megan said, showing him. “He got me a charm for the bonfire night too. Look!” SHe turned to show Taza her charm bracelet.

Taza examined her bracelet with a grin. “Very pretty, Chica. Matches your hair feathers too.” He squeezed her hand gently. “Are you ready to get Rex to the vet?”

“Yep. Just need to put on my kutte and boots and grab my jacket.”

“Alright. Meet you at the car in ten.”

Around eleven o’clock, they came back to the ranch. Rex had been wary at the vet, but he was very good as long as Megan was touching him. They’d taken care of his shots and had him microchipped as well. The vet was actually very helpful when she saw how Rex responded to Megan and suggested that they see if he could be certified as a service animal for Megan’s anxiety and PTSD. She’d given Taza a bunch of papers for contacting the local group who did certification in the area. If Rex was a service dog, Megan could take him anywhere with her.

Then they’d gone to the pet store where Megan had a blast letting Rex choose some toys for the ranch. She also found a nice leather harness to replace the nylon one he’d been using, treats, and several dog beds. There was one for the living room, one for the bedroom, and one for the clubhouse. 

Taza put in a standard food order to be delivered to the ranch every two weeks just like his horse feed. He also bought two dog food bins - one for the house and one for the clubhouse.

Rex already had his collar, but Hank found an extra one with larger spikes on it for when they went on runs. It was inevitable that if Megan went - so would Rex. Whoever was driving the van would just need to get used to having a co-pilot.

They unloaded everything and Megan immediately started setting things up where she could. While they had been gone, EZ had come by and put in the dog doors Megan had asked for. They were chip activated so that they stayed closed for anyone but Rex. Megan hung the microchip on his collar happily. 

Hank set up the dog food bin for her in the kitchen near Rex’s bowls while Taza brought in two of the dog beds and placed them. Finally - everything was set up for their new furry family member.

Hank chuckled as his phone rang. It was Mama’s ringtone. “Princessa, Mama is calling…” He answered it as Megan came into the kitchen to meet him. “Hola, Mama.”

“Hola, mijo. Are you back in town?” Mama asked.

“Si. We’re back. Just had some errands to run today for la princessa’s new furry friend. Do you need something?” Hank asked, turning the phone to speaker and wrapping an arm around Megan.

“No. Just checking in. Neron said you’d most likely be back today.”

Megan looked puzzled, but just looked up at Hank.

“Yeah. Creep was right. We got back last night. They’re throwing Megan’s birthday party tonight at the clubhouse. Can I send the prospect to pick you up?” Hank winked at Megan.

Mama laughed at the other end of the phone. “No, mijo. I won’t cramp your style at the party, but if you have time beforehand would you bring mi nuera by? I have something for her.”

“Of course, Mama. How about we bring you lunch on the away to the clubhouse? We just finished up here at the ranch, but we haven’t eaten. We can bring Rex by to meet you too.” Hank said, cuddling Megan close and kissing her hair. “Megan was given a dog for her birthday and he goes everywhere she goes now.”

“Oh, perfect. I haven’t eaten either. So I’ll see you in about thirty minutes?” Mama asked.

“See you then. Te amo, Mama.” 

“Te amo!”

They hung up and Megan smiled up at him, resting her chin on his chest. “Mama refuses to use the club names, doesn’t she?”

Hank chuckled. “Yes, she does. And wait until she gets mad at me. She won’t even call me Hank. It’ll be ‘Henry’.”

Megan laughed. “I always knew I was in trouble if they pulled out my middle name.”

“If she ever gets THAT far - I need to be ducking for cover because she’s ready to murder me,” Hank said kissing Megan’s nose.

Megan scrunched her nose adorably. “So, Creeper is Neron. Papa is Che… it Tío Bishop, Obispo?”

Hank nodded. “Mmhmm. And Coco is Johnny. Riz is Michael.”

“Angel is his real name - right?” Megan asked.

Hank laughed. “Unfortunately. She called EZ, Ezekiel and Gilly…” 

Megan smiled. “What is Gilly’s name?” She snuggled into Hank’s chest some more.

“Gilberto.”

“Ooooph. No wonder he goes by Gilly,” Megan said smiling. “I bet that was a bitch to learn to spell in kindergarten.”

“You should ask him about high school sometime,” Hank said with a grin. “C’mon. Let’s go get burritos and go eat with Mama, hmm?”

“Alright.” Megan reluctantly detangled from him.

They took their leave of Taza who promised to meet them at the clubhouse in a few hours and headed off to see Mama Loza. 

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 1

Alright. Here it is. The first chapter in what was supposed to be just a little one shot to get my writing working again. Now it’s turning into a sequel. No idea how long this ride is going to be this time y’all so bare with me.

Please don’t copy my shit. Like... I promise. You don’t wanna be me. I’ve got too much shit going on right now for anyone to steal my identity or my work so please just be a decent human being. 

Warnings: talk of injury, cursing, mention of past murder.

Megan woke slowly to a quiet shushing sound. She had apparently been attempting to reach for Hank in her sleep as her broken collarbone throbbed relentlessly. Giant hands brushed her hair from her face gently as her eyes opened. 

"Easy, mi princessa. Easy. I'm right here," Hank murmured gently. He was propped up on his side facing her on his side of the bed. They'd tried switching so he wouldn't be on her injured side, but she continually woke up panicking because she thought he left when he wasn't where she had quickly gotten used to him being. Neither of them were getting much sleep either way. "Are you awake, Princessa? Hurting?"

Megan sighed tiredly. " 'm awake," she hissed. She rubbed her eyes. 

"How bad does it hurt? Need your meds?" He asked gently as he helped her to sit up in bed.

"No. Don't want the meds. It'll pass."

Hank watched her breathe through the pain and sighed. "You know that you don't have to push through it, right? You can take the pain relief, baby. Taza and I won't think less of you."

"I know that. I just hate the floaty feeling."

"You hate being less in control…" Taza said from the doorway. "It's like drinking, right?"

Megan nodded. "Morning, Papa."

Taza pushed off the door frame where he'd been leaning with a sigh. The circles under his eyes were just as dark as the ones on Hank's face. Megan noted them as he gently sat to her left. "You promised me you'd try to sleep last night, Papa. You didn't, did you?"

"I did try, Chica. It's only been a few days. We're all still dealing with shit." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Your padrino called. Wants to see us at the clubhouse this morning."

Megan frowned. "You're needed at the table. Both of you." She nodded and swallowed hard. "I'll be okay for a few hours. I can do it."

Taza shook his head. "All of us, Chica. Not just me and Hank."

Megan looked startled. "But why?"

"Don't know, sweetheart. Guess we'll find out when we get there."

"How am I supposed to get there? Unless you're going to lift your 'no riding' rule?" Megan asked hopefully. She'd been begging to ride the bike with one of them since they'd brought her home in the van. Taza had been firm about her not riding until after the sling came off.

Hank chuckled. "No way, Princessa. Not happening. You can't balance properly."

Megan whined. "I hate not being able to ride with you."

"Maybe this will help. Hank's not riding today either. Your padrino sent you a ride. Prospect dropped it off about an hour ago. Just gotta get up and dressed. We'll have breakfast at the clubhouse. Chuckie said he'd make you pancakes." Taza chuckled and kissed her forehead before getting up to take his own advice.

Hank watched as Megan managed to get herself out of bed. He was trying to not treat her as if she were helpless after a fairly minor blow up on her part by day two of being home from the hospital. She struggled along without the use of her dominant hand and tried not to ask for too much help. She shuffled into the bathroom and Hank heard the water turn on in the sink, so he hurried to get himself up and dressed.

They'd quickly realized that Megan would need help dressing or undressing for a bit after returning home. Any sense of modesty either she or Hank had went out the window pretty quick. It had been a struggle at first for her, but all it took was one good jolt to her sore shoulder before she gave in and called for help. On Hank's side, he was just too relieved that she still trusted him enough to ask for help to worry about his hormones. 

Megan came to the bathroom door and sighed. "Can you help me get the lid off my moisturizer and sunscreen? I tried, but I can't do it one-handed."

Hank smiled sympathetically. "Of course, mi princessa."

Twenty-five minutes and many curses later, they were both dressed. Megan was in another pair of leggings with a long tank top over them. Hank had helped ease it over her cast and shoulder along with one of his flannels. The day was unseasonably cool for Calexico.

She shakily sat on her stool at her dressing table and wiped the cold sweat from her face. Hank pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Thank you for helping me. I know this isn't exactly normal…"

Hank chuckled and knelt in front of her. "What about us is? Princessa… I'm here. I'm not going anywhere just because you need some extra help." He lifted her good hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Even if you are a terrible patient."

She grinned and leaned forward to kiss him. "I know. I'm sorry."

"At least take some ibuprofen or something? I hate seeing you in pain like this."

She sighed and nodded. "Alright. And I'll take the strong shit tonight so maybe you'll get some sleep."

"Good girl." He kissed her swiftly and stood to go get her some pain relief missing her flinch at his praise. 

Taza heard him rustling in the hallway bathroom medicine cabinet and came to check. "She finally gonna take something?"

"Yeah. If I can find something that won't make her high." He found some old Tylenol in the back of the cabinet. "I'm calling Dogwood today. See if they can get us some stronger ibuprofen or something. Maybe she'll take that."

"Good plan, brother. I'll get Bish to send the prospect. She ready for her hair?"

"Probably. She let me brush it, but that's as far as I can go."

"That's my que…"

After getting her hair braided and taking the Tylenol, they were finally ready to head out for the scrapyard.

Megan’s eyes lit up a bit at the surprise ride Bishop had sent her. In the driveway was a classic Mustang convertible with the top already down. It shone scarlet and chrome in the sun.

"Who's car did we steal?" She asked excitedly.

Taza laughed outright. "No one's, Chica. Just borrowed from a club friend until you can ride again. Came all the way down from Northern Cali."

Hank chuckled. "Who called the  Reaper?"

"No one. Happy sent his prospect down with it. Belongs to one of his guys."

"Happy? Isn't he the one who…" Megan looked up at her father.

"Found you. Yeah. He's… different." Taza went and opened the passenger door for her. "You won't have to be around him much though. He's too high up the Reaper food chain to make regular runs down here. Your Padrinos like him though."

Megan slid into the car and allowed Taza to help her buckle her seat belt. "Well, he has great taste in cars."

Hank chuckled and moved his seat back. "Oh yeah, Princessa? Maybe we should see about getting you one of these then."

The ride to the club house was quiet except for the radio and wind. Hank watched the lines of Megan’s body as he drove and noted how she relaxed at the feel of the breeze. He knew she'd missed riding behind him, but he just couldn't risk it with her injured. He reached out and held her left hand gently as he drove, placing kisses on her knuckles at each stop sign.

Creeper was manning the gate and rolled it fully open so Hank could get the car through to the lot. He met them at the car as Hank parked it. "Mornin' Hank, Little Princess." He opened her door with a dramatic flair. "You alright, sweetheart? How's the arm?"

Megan smiled and slid out the car to give him a side hug. "Morning. I'm good. Still a little sore, but nothing awful."

Creeper nodded. "All the same, we sent the prospect to fill a 'scrip."

"Thanks, 'mano," Hank said as he unfolded himself from the car. "Everyone here already?"

"Yeah. Bish called Templo in the bar again so Megan can be at the table. Chuckie is making breakfast after."

Taza joined them stripping off his riding gloves. "Any idea what this is about, brother? Bish was cryptic on the phone."

"Nah, but he had a call from El Padrino this morning." Creeper bounded up the stairs to hold the door open for Megan as she led the way inside. 

Inside, tables had been pushed together for the promised family breakfast after templo. Everyone was seated and smoking or sipping on coffee as they chatted. Morning greetings were exchanged as Taza, Hank and Megan made their way to the chairs waiting for them. 

Bishop rose to meet them. “Buenos días, Poquito. How’s the arm?” He spread his arms to offer her a hug,

She eagerly accepted, resting under his chin for a moment. “Sore, Padrino. Sorry to keep everyone waiting. I’m still trying to get the hang of getting dressed one handed.”

“No problem, cariño.” He pressed a kiss to her hairline. “And the Prospect should be picking up your new meds now. Your papa says you haven’t been taking any.”

“Thank you, Bish, for arranging that. She’s in a lot more pain than she’s letting on,” Taza sighed. “And thank Happy for the loan of the car. She definitely can’t ride.”

“You can thank him yourself.” He let out a piercing whistle and guided Megan into her seat on Taza’s left, “Alright. Let’s talk so that we can eat.”

Everyone situated themselves comfortably and looked to Bishop.

“El Padrino called today. Apparently the Reaper wants to talk. They want a sit down with the officers of as many allied charters from California as they can get at a lodge outside of Charming. Padrino called to ask that we join them there in two days.”

Taza shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “All officers? We can’t leave Megan yet for a run, brother.” He placed a hand gently on her back. “She’s not healed enough-”

“Not to mention not ready to be out of arms reach of at least one of us for more than a few minutes at a time…” Hank interjected.

Megan reached and took his hand. “If it’s needed - it’s needed. Tío Marcus wouldn’t ask unless he needed you both.” She looked to Taza shakily. “You know he wouldn’t. He didn’t even want to go home until I was back on my feet.”

Both Hank and Taza started to protest again, but Bishop raised a pacifying hand. “Poquito is right.” Megan nodded. “But so are both of you. That’s why she’s coming along. Marcus has promised that Megan can join in everything except the actual meeting. Even then he’s bringing Diana and Tessa to sit with her while we do actual business.” He smiled. “You finally get to meet your cousin, Poquito.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Do we know what the Scot wants?” Riz asked. “Gotta be big to be calling a meeting with so many outside of their own club.”

“Not a clue. Some kind of business update. We’ll find out when we get there. If it has to come to the table - we’ll come back and vote it.” Bishop said as he lit another cigarette. 

Hank slid his arm across the back of Megan’s chair so he didn’t put weight on her sore shoulder. “Are we sure about taking ALL the officers? Sounds like a Trojan Horse waiting to happen to me.”

Creeper raised a hand. “Seconded. That’s a risk Prez.”

Bishop nodded. “We’ve been at peace with the Son’s for over eight years, but they’ve turned on us before. This should be a cake walk - but I agree there’s no sense in risking it. Upper officers only then. Creeper and Riz will hang back.”

Megan watched them all nod soberly. “Shouldn’t you take another member then? Someone who can run a message if needed?” She looked at Hank and then at Taza and Bishop. “I know it’s not my place to speak on club matters, but they could be passed off as babysitting me while Papa and Hank do business. Still makes us look a little paranoid - but more so about me freaking out than a double cross.”

Bishop smiled. “Smart thinking, Poquito. This is why we’re holding Templo where you can join. You can always speak when we have you at the table.”

Hank laughed. “Besides - you know Diana is going to have her own escort. Padrino won’t risk having no one there for her to send for whatever Tessa decides she wants. He’ll probably have at least a patch and a prospect with him.”

Taza chuckled. “Truth. All reinas and princessas need to have a guard.”

Bishop just smiled. “You want Coco or Gilly, Poquito? Your errand boy - your choice.”

Megan looked down the table at both men. Coco met her eyes first and smiled around his cigarette. “I’ll come along, Ma. Give me a break from Letty moving in.”

Gilly nodded. “Suits me. I’ve got a date.”

Megan nodded and turned back to Bishop. “Coco then, please Padrino.”

Bishop banged that table with his fist causing Megan to jump a bit. “Fair enough. Then myself, Taza and Coco will ride out with Hank and Megan in the loaner tomorrow morning.” He stubbed out his cigarette and smiled. “Let’s eat!”

Breakfast with the family was exactly what Megan needed. Hank kept a close eye on her body language to see if she was getting overwhelmed. He was pleased to see her begin to relax with someone besides himself and Taza again. 

Chuckie brought her a plate of pancakes and bacon with an awkward little bow while everyone else served themselves from the bar. Gilly made her a cup of coffee - without having to be reminded of how she took it. Angel cracked jokes to make her laugh, and Creeper sneakily cut her food for her when he saw her struggling while trying to talk to Riz about the girls at Vickie’s place. 

He and Taza breathed a sigh of relief. Megan wasn’t panicking around her family. They hadn’t been sure how the kidnapping would affect her in the short term. It had only been about a week since she’d been taken. 

Eventually though, Megan got so distracted in the family that she forgot about her broken collarbone. She tried to reach for her glass of juice with her right hand and Hank saw her go pale with pain. 

“Easy, Princessa. Easy,” he soothed, letting her squeeze his fingers as her eyes teared.

“Woah, Ma. I don’t like that color. You good?” Coco asked seriously.

Megan just nodded and pressed her lips together until they went white. 

Hank glanced around to see Taza headed his way with a pill bottle that the Prospect had handed him a few minutes before. “Shh. Come ‘ere, mi Princessa.” Hank slid her carefully into his lap so that he could steady her and take some of the weight from her sling. “You papa’s got your new meds. You ready to take them now?”

Megan breathed deeply and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Hank could feel tears on his skin. “They won’t make me floaty?”

“No, Sweet Chica. These won’t make you floaty. They’re just ibuprofen at a higher dose than normal.” Taza shook two out into Hank’s palm and then capped the bottle. 

“Why won’t she take the meds, man? Angel asked Creeper quietly as they all settled down a bit.

Creeper looked at him seriously. “Dude, Little Princess won’t even give up control to drink. SHe must hate being high even worse.” Creeper explained as they watched her swallow the pain relief. 

Coco shook his head. “It’s a damn good thing that bastard died in the crash…” he lit a cigarette and puffed deeply.

Even Angel nodded soberly. “Ain’t that the truth.”

EZ appeared behind Hank and leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Her sling is too loose. There's a better kind at the drug store by Pop’s place. Want me to go get it? It’ll stop her from moving like that.”

Hank nodded and eased her further into his lap so she could rest. “Sure Prospect. Let me know how much.”

EZ nodded and went right back out to his bike. 

Megan snuggled close. “He didn’t even get to eat…” she objected quietly.

Taza sat in her abandoned chair and adjusted her sling slightly from the back. “He’ll eat when he gets back, Chica.” He looked to Bishop. “We should look into getting the prospect some medic training. He seems to have a knack for it.”

Angel spoke up from the other end of the table. “He was in school to be a doctor.”

Bishop looked thoughtful. “We’ll see. Kids gotta patch first.” He leaned back in his chair and lit a cigar while watching Hank rearrange Megan yet again so she was straddling his lap and she could rest against him completely as she recovered. He looked to Taza. “Poquito have everything she needs for a trip to Charming town?”

Taza thought for a second. “Letty’s shopping spree should have covered clothes. I’ve got a spare duffle and it’s not like we need to pack light with the car. She should be fine.”

Bishop chuckled lightly. “Not like Diana won’t take her shopping anyway if she needs anything. Tessa is excited as hell. She talked to me this morning too.” He puffed quietly for a second. “I’ll stay at Oakland’s club house. Marcus only has the one guest room.”

Taza nodded. “We’ll put Hank and Megan in there. I’ll crash on his couch so I’m still close enough for her.”

Creeper slid his chair close to where his president and Taza were talking quietly. “You sure you want me to hang back here, Bish? Hank’s going to be distracted as hell if Little Princess needs him. And you know she’ll probably have at least one panic attack while you’re gone. I don’t like being that far if y’all need me.”

Bishop nodded. “It should be a cake walk. Just an update and maybe a party. Not expecting trouble, ‘mano.”

Creeper sipped his water. “Princessa’s first Reaper Run…”

Taza grinned. “Wait until we get her healed up. Hank is itching to teach her to ride. I caught him browsing small bikes on his phone two days ago even though we said we’d do it.”

That got another chuckle from Bishop. “She’ll be real cute riding along on the easy runs. She’s going to need a job.”

Taza shook his head and laughed. “She’s going to end up basically a member, isn’t she?”

“Nah, brother,” Bishop grinned. “She’ll out rank members.”

Meanwhile, Hank chatted quietly with the younger Mayans as Megan rested against him with her head tucked under his chin. He tried not to grin and draw attention to it when she went limp. The pain medicine had kicked in allowing her to doze off. He tucked her legs closer to his body to give her better support and smiled. 

Coco was the first to notice Megan’s lack of involvement in the conversation. He craned his neck to check her face. “Dude - she’s out cold.”

Hank chuckled and nodded. “She hasn’t been sleeping much. Too much pain.”

“She still having nightmares every night?” Angel asked as he settled back in his chair.

He nodded. “Always her brother now though. Not the ex.”

Gilly snorted quietly into his coffee cup. “No shit. Hard to be scared of mince meat.”

Megan whimpered as she shifted and all the men paused to see if she’d wake. When she settled down again they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Taza caught the silence and turned to observe his brothers with his daughter. All of them had unintentionally softened their voices as she dozed. Even Angel was controlling his tone. He chuckled as Riz rose to retrieve the blanket that had suddenly taken up residence on the back of the club house couch. It was gently tucked around Megan to keep off the breeze. Early October was chillier than normal this year and no one wanted a stray draft to wake the sleeping girl.

Bishop joined in on the chuckle. “Should we start renting them out as nursemaids?” He puffed his cigar.

Creeper laughed. “Like anyone’s going to trust them with a kid. We’re lucky if they can brew coffee reliably half the time.”

All the men laughed quietly and chatted until the rumble of EZ’s bike startled Megan awake. She jumped and then whimpered quietly at the motion.

“Easy, mi princessa. Just the prospect coming back.” Hank pressed a kiss to her hair and soothed her with a hand down her spine.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to doze off.” She rubbed her face with her good hand and shifted as if to get up.

“Nah, girl. Stay put. The prospect can come to you,” Angel said stubbing out his cigarette. “And you look like you needed the sleep. You got circles dark enough under those big brown eyes to make someone think you’re a raccoon.”

Megan giggled a little and looked up at Hank. “Am I putting your legs to sleep?”

“Shit girl - you don’t weigh enough to put his legs to sleep!” Gilly said. 

Hank threw a balled up napkin at the two idiots. “Leave her alone, you two. And no, mi princessa, you’re fine.”

Gilly opened his mouth again and Coco smacked the back of his head. “Damn. No wonder I’m her favorite and she picked me to go along. Sheesh.” He grinned at Megan. “Shitheads’ always gotta comment, huh?”

That immediately started a play fight between the three younger men about who was Megan’s favortie as Riz egged it on.

EZ slipped inside with a box. “This should help you keep your arm still better, Princessa.” He smiled that charming Reyes smile and handed it to Hank. “It works like the regular sling by supporting the weight, but it also straps it to your chest for less movement. They used them all the time on baseball injuries.”

“Thanks, EZ.” Megan smiled up at him and stood so that Hank could help her switch out the slings.

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What I've Been Working On This Week: 12/11/23

LongDistance!Series Part One: Melina - Manny x Reader - Manny's daughter asks if she can meet you.

LongDistance!Series Part Two: Club Business (feat: Hank Loza) - Manny x Reader - Manny decides it's time to come clean to Hank about your relationship.

LongDistance!Series Part Three: Home - Manny x Reader - Manny discovers something about you that makes you rethink your previous patterns.

Breaking The Rules - Manny x Reader - Manny breaks every single one of his rules when it comes to you.

Mount Shasta - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Ben surprises Taza with a trip to Mount Shasta. (NSFW) - Holiday Bingo: Blizzard/Snowed In.

Snow - Bishop x Reader - Bishop discusses something that's been on his mind. BINGO SQUARE: PLAYING IN THE SNOW

Saint Michael - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns something important to you. HOLIDAY BINGO: GIFT GIVING

Ophelia! Series Part One: Casino Royale - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie runs into you again at an underground casino.

Ophelia!Series - Part Two: Taken - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie recieves a disturbing phone call.

Ophelia!Series - Part Three: Ohana - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie returns home in the midst of a crisis.

Ophelia!Series - Part Four: PSYOPS - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie gets boots on the ground in Mexico.

Ophelia!Series - Part Five: Tokyo - Charlie 1 x Reader - Charlie and you finally talk about what happened in Tokyo.

Stockton!Series Part Seven: Graveside - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez) - You and Marcus meet at your mother's graveside.

Stockton!Series Part Eight: Canvas - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - Nestor reflects on the damage caused by the home invasion.

The Comeback! Series Part Two: Good Morning - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader - Riz and you spend the morning together in your new home. (NSFW)

Underneath The Stars - Bottles x Reader - Bottles wants to give you one last night underneath the stars. (NSFW)

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“We’re going to take such good care of you.” You whisper against her lips, your bare skin brushing against hers. Riz’s fingertips trail up along the strap of Ginny’s bra, guiding it down along her arm. He unclasps it, drawing it from her form and tossing it from the bed.

Your thumb chases along her jawline before you kiss her. It’s gentle and soft, a simple brush of the lips as your fingertip toy with the elastic of her panties. Riz’s palms stray back to her breasts, his thumbs ghosting over her nipples bringing them to attention. She moans into your mouth as your fingertips stray lower, brushing over her clit through the fabric of her panties. She’s wet already, you can feel the dampness on your fingertips as your caress that needy little nub of hers.

“Oh, she likes that, don’t you Ginny?” Riz chuckles against her skin. “You like it when my Songbird touches you like that?”

Blossom - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader x OC - 12th Jan

 @crazy4chickennuggets  @kmc1989  @withakindheartx @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @mysoulisasunflower @adaydreamaway08 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @librarian1002 @creativitybeware @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist

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Drabbles-MC Masterlist

Because of the link limit, each character now has their own link on this post that leads to a separate post. But this is still where to go to find all of my fics!

(You can also go HERE to find me on AO3)

Fic-list under the cut!

👀 = smut, 💔 = angst

Mayans MC Characters:

- EZ Reyes Fics

- Angel Reyes Fics

- Bishop Losa Fics

- Coco Cruz Fics

- Nestor Oceteva Fics

- Neron “Creeper” Vargas Fics

- Hank Loza Fics

- Gilly Lopez Fics

- Marcus Alvarez Fics

- Che "Taza" Romero Fics

Michael “Riz” Ariza Fics:

- Reckless

- Wipeout

Miguel Galindo Fics:

- Business Trip

- Withered 💔

Guero Fics:

- Always Here Anyway

Canche Fics:

- Trustfall

Sons of Anarchy Characters:

- Herman Kozik Fics

- Opie Winston Fics

- Filip “Chibs” Telford Fics

- Jax Teller Fics

- Juice Ortiz Fics

- Happy Lowman Fics

- David Hale Fics

- Alexander “Tig” Trager Fics

- SOA/Mayans MC Headcanons

Narcos/Narcos: Mexico Characters:

- Javier Peña Fics

- Horacio Carrillo Fics

- Steve Murphy Fics

- Walt Breslin Fics

- Amado Carrillo Fuentes Fics

- Isabella Bautista Fics

- The Diegoverse Fics: A Series of OG Narcos OC Universes

- Hugo Martinez Fics

- Chepe Santacruz Fics

María Elvira Fics:

- Favors Owed 👀

Danilo Garza:

- Things Like That 👀

Amat Palacios Fics:

- Just A Bad Feeling 💔

Officer Trujillo Fics:

- Looking On

Andrea Nuñez Fics:

- At Your Service

Sal Orozco Fics:

- Cómo Puedo Ayudar?

Enedina Arellano Félix Fics:

- Adamant

Jorge Salcedo Fics:

- Debts Paid

Other Fandoms:

- MCU Fics

- The Bear Fics

- The Bikeriders Fics

- Top Gun Maverick Fics

- Suicide Squad Fics

- Kingsman Fics

- John Wick Fics

- Altered Carbon Fics

- Outer Banks Fics

- Stranger Things Fics

- Silent Night Fics:

- Speaking Volumes (Brian Godlock x F!Reader)

- Better Call Saul Fics:

- Should’ve Seen It Coming (Nacho Varga x F!Reader) 💔

- Fresh Start (Gabriela Castillo x Nacho Varga) [Crossover]

- House MD Fics:

- Not to Spoil the Ending (Robert Chase x Greg House)

- At Least (Greg House x James Wilson)

- Bullet Train Fics:

- Pretty and Unscathed (Carver x Ladybug)

- Emily the Criminal Fics:

- Waking Hours (Youcef Haddad x GN!Reader)

- Law & Order: SVU Fics:

- Stomping Grounds (Mike Duarte x F!Reader)

- On the Ledge (Mike Duarte x GN!Reader)

- Our Flag Means Death Fics:

- Retelling the Story (Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach)

- Here We Are (Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach)

- F.R.I.E.N.D.S Fics

- The One Where It’s The Right Time (Joey Tribbiani x Rachel Green)

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Fanfic WIP Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

Thanks for the tag, @twistnet! This is forcing me to reckon with just how many wips I have, and oof it’s a lot lmao. Not posting the titles of ones that I’ve already started posting on here, but you guys all get to see the shame of the rest of my wips that haven’t yet seen the light of day 😅

Brick by Brick (Opie x OC fic)

They Were Roommates (Nestor x OC, Angel x OC fic)

From the Start (Opie x Chris Teller fic)

Better Than That (Coco Cruz x Reader fic)

For Everything (Happy Lowman x Natalie Teller fic)

Pieces Into Place (EZ Reyes x OC fic)

Diego Scenes (OC Diego Ramirez x Reader drabbles)

Boxing AU (Mayans x OC fic)

Chaos at the Lakehouse (SOA x OCs fic)

Still Alive (Angel Reyes x Reader fic)

On Your Mind (Horacio Carrillo x OC fic)

There and Back (Nestor Oceteva x Erin Thomas fic)

How We Got Here (Coco Cruz x Daniela Reyes fic)

Tryst (Kozik x Tawnie Trager fic)

Recovery (Juice Ortiz x Reader fic)

Coming to Terms (Rafe Cameron x OC fic)

Against All Odds (Juice Ortiz x Chris Teller fic)

5 Times (Jax Teller x Diedra Lowman fic)

Honest With Me (Juice Ortiz x OC fic)

Beautician AU (Letty Cruz & OC’s fic)

Favorite Place (Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x Reader fic)

Tragic (Angel Reyes x OC fic)

Figuring It Out (Happy Lowman x OC fic)

I would love to talk or answer questions about any and all of these, so please don’t hesitate to send stuff in! Maybe it’ll get some of them to eventually move out of my WIP folder lmao

Because I am a wip-creating monster there is no way I’m gonna tag someone for each of these titles. 😂

Tagging: @withmyteeth @crowfootwrites @obsessedasusual @garbinge @awildcur @the-anonymous-pen @narcolini @ashlingnarcos and anyone else who wants to do this! xo

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Reckless

Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x OC (Mariella Reyes)

Request from @rizoldlady​: I would love to see story about him dancing with an oc female character. Baby sister to Ez and Angel. Possibly they are dating in secret and Riz blows the secret while dancing with her at a Mayan party. Tango or cha cha. I can see angel getting pissed at riz for kissing his baby sister. Please please pretty please.

Warnings: language, protective and nosey brothers

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This was my first time writing for Riz, so please be gentle with me haha. I really loved this prompt though, and had a lot of fun with it! Hope you all enjoy it xo

(I’m a visual person so with OC’s I always have to have photos to help with the pictures in my head so here’s a little something to help if that’s how your brain works too)

There was a knock at the front door. She smiled into the mirror as she put her earrings in and shouted, “It’s open!”

She heard the sound of boots on the floor and moments later she caught Riz’s reflection in her mirror as he poked his head around the doorframe into her bedroom. She smiled at him through the reflection, shaking her head slowly.

“We’re gonna see each other in less than an hour,” she turned to face him, grin still plastered on her face.

He walked up, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his forehead against hers. He placed a kiss on her nose, “I couldn’t wait. Besides,” his hands slid lower, dipping into her back pockets, “I don’t get to do this once we’re there.”

She laughed, shaking her head slightly, “I know, I know. Lo siento, mi amor,” she cupped his face and kissed him on the lips, “I’ll tell them soon, I promise.”

“Better be soon,” he said with a smirk, “Don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Michael,” she laughed, her head falling back slightly as she did.

“Mariella,” he chuckled, taking the opportunity to kiss her exposed skin of her neck.

She ran her fingers through his hair, letting them come to rest on the back of his neck. He slid his hands up underneath the fabric of her top, fingertips pressing slightly into her back to keep her pressed flush against him. She let out a small, content sigh as she let him melt into her.

They’d started seeing each other a few months ago, and truthfully, she didn’t see it coming. Riz had always been a flirt, just like every other guy in the club. But eventually the playful flirting turned into real conversations, and then those real conversations turned into late nights at her place after parties. And now here they were. The secrecy wasn’t too much of an issue at first when everything was still new and they were figuring it all out, but now it was getting harder to keep it under wraps. The two of them had had more than one close call with her brothers popping in to visit and check on her.

She didn’t know how they were actually going to respond when they found out that she and Riz were dating, but her mind was instantly jumping to the worst possible scenarios and outcomes. Angel and EZ really never asked her for much, but they had asked her, very nicely, not to date anyone in the club. She partially understood it—they knew things about all the guys that she never would and that made them wary. But they were all adults now, and they could only pull the, “You’re our baby sister,” card so many times before it started to lose its effectiveness.

Riz pulled back and cupped her face gently in his hands. He traces his thumbs along her cheekbones as he looked at her eyes, and the freckles that were scattered along the bridge of her nose. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, his heart warming as he felt her smile.

“I have to finish getting ready, cariño,” she placed her hands over his.

He smiled, “Uno más,” and before she could say anything else, he pressed his lips against hers again.

She laughed, leaning into the kiss. The urge to show up late to the party so they could have a little extra time together was tempting, but she knew that she’d blow their cover and she would never hear the end of it from her brothers. She finally managed to pull herself away from him, keeping her fingers interlocked with his as she stepped back.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” she knew that if it was up to him, they’d never leave.

“Kicking me out, hermosa?” he pressed one hand over his heart with a pained look on his face.

She laughed, nodding, “Just for now. You can come over later.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” she gave him another quick peck on the lips before nudging him back towards the door to her room, “Now go and let me finish getting ready.”

He walked towards the door, pausing for a moment and taking one last look at her before exiting her bedroom. She heard the front door open and shut, followed shortly by the sound of his bike roaring to life. She chuckled to herself and shook her head—he certainly kept her on her toes.

By the time she showed up to the party, there were already a good amount of people there. She managed to weave her way through the crowd to find her brothers. Angel’s height made him one of the easiest to find in a crowd, and she was forever thankful for it because it seemed as though their parents ran out of good height genes by the time they had her.

He wrapped her in a hug, “Mari,” he kissed the top of her head, “I was starting to think that you weren’t going to make it.”

“And miss the chance to embarrass my brothers at a club function? No way,” she laughed, “Where’s EZ at, anyway?”

He scanned the room, “Over at the bar,” he nudged her in that direction, “Go tell him he owes us both a beer.”

She chuckled as she weaved through the small clusters of people and found EZ, clapping him on the back as she settled in next to him at the bar. He smiled and draped his arm around her shoulders, “Glad you made it.”

“Angel says you owe us each a beer.”

He rolled his eyes, “Of course he does,” he asked the bartender for two more bottles before turning back to his sister, “Your man was looking for you earlier.”

She froze for a moment, “Wh-what? Who?”

He laughed, “Tranq. I swear he asks about you more than Pops does.”

“That’s because Pops knows he doesn’t have to worry about me,” she grabbed her beer bottle and took a sip, “I’ll find him eventually. Thanks for the beers, mano,” she smirked as she grabbed the bottle for Angel and took off into the crowd again.

As the night wore on, she found herself sitting by the fire pit outside with her brothers, Bishop, and Tranq. The five of them sat around chatting and watching the chaos unfold around them. Mariella was usually able to stay on the outskirts of it all, content to watch everyone else get themselves into trouble. It was extra rewarding if the people getting into trouble were her brothers.

She felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder and she looked up to see Riz smiling down at her. “Sorry to interrupt,” he crouched down so he was eye-level with her, “can I steal you for a couple minutes?”

She smiled, trying to keep her composure so no one would think that anything was going on, “Sure, everything alright?”

He stood up, pulling her from the chair, “Yea. Got time for a dance, querida?”

She smiled but she couldn’t pretend that it didn’t send a jolt of fear down her spine, “Michael, don’t get reckless.”

“It’s one dance,” he tugged her towards where everyone was dancing, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

At first, the guys didn’t pay much mind to the fact that she had gotten swept away by Riz. She was friends with all of them and had long since progressed past the need to have one of her brothers with her all the time. They were wrapped up in their own conversations, bouncing back and forth between talking business and talking shit.

Bishop was the first one to notice the two of them getting a little cozier than usual on the dancefloor. He smirked to himself and decided not to comment on it as he took a swig of his beer and returned to the conversation at hand. If Riz and Mari wanted to dig themselves into that hole, it wasn’t really his place to say anything about it. That wasn’t a club matter.

Tranq, on the other hand, was not as subtle. Once he clocked it, he instantly nudged Angel and nodded in their direction, “You know anything about that?”

Angel and EZ both turned their heads to see what he was talking about. They saw the way Riz was holding their sister close, hands set on her waist. They saw the way that she leaned in so he could whisper into her ear, whatever he said causing her to laugh. Her hands toyed with his hair for a moment before they came to rest gently on the back of his neck. They were dancing a little too close, a little too lost in their own world despite the noise and crowds around them, for anyone to think that it was just platonic. Riz stepped back and spun her around, and the look of pure joy on her face as she twirled right back into his arms and against his chest was enough to make anyone believe in love again.

Except for Angel, who was halfway out of his chair before EZ threw his arm out to stop him, “Leave it, Angel. Don’t make a scene.”

“You fuckin’ serious?” he looked down at his brother in disbelief, “You gonna let him be all up on our baby sister like that?”

EZ chuckled, “She doesn’t seem too upset about it. They’re both adults, you know.”

Angel collapsed back down into his seat, “Fuckin’ unbelievable. He didn’t say shit to us.”

“Neither did she,” EZ chimed in, “and why do you think that is?” he gave his brother a pointed look.

“Don’t look at me like that, little brother. You told Mari the same as me not to date anybody in the club.”

EZ chuckled, “Yea, when she was seventeen and stupid. You gotta stop treating her like she’s still a teenager, man. She’s gonna deck you one of these days.”

Riz and Mariella were wrapped up in the music, and each other, for a while before they finally left the dance floor and headed for the bar. She was giggling the whole way, Riz keeping his hand lightly pressed against the small of her back as they walked.

She sat down on a stool at the bar, “You and I have very different definitions of ‘one dance’, Michael,” she laughed.

His heart sped up a little every time she called him by his actual name, “Can’t help it,” he rested his hand on her leg, “And I’m not sorry about it, either.”

She laughed and shook her head as she grabbed the beer the bartender handed her, “Didn’t think that you would be.”

Riz reached forward to grab his beer off the surface of the bar, stealing a quick kiss from the young woman in front of him as he did. Mari’s face got hot and she tried her best to bite back the smile that wanted to spread across her face. He was always a little reckless but she adored that about him.

The smile dropped from her face when Angel’s hands came clapping down on Riz’s shoulders. He cleared his throat and Riz’s entire body tensed up for a moment. He shut his eyes for a moment, accepting defeat before he even turned around to face the man behind him. EZ was standing behind his brother, there solely to play referee if needed. He personally wasn’t that upset about the situation, but he knew that trying to talk Angel down was futile.

“What the fuck, Riz?”

“Angel,” Mariella stood up and wedged herself between the two men, placing one hand on Angel’s chest, “don’t be an asshole about this.”

“You ever gonna get around to sayin’ something about this?” he looked back and forth between his sister and Riz.

“Michael wanted to,” Mariella spoke up before Riz could, “but I told him not to. Because for some reason I thought it might not go over well and I didn’t wanna ruin a good thing before it even got started.” EZ tried and failed to stifle a laugh, reveling in the fact that he was right. Mariella gave him a knowing smile before continuing, “I’m not a kid anymore, Angel, and you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

Despite the fact that he had just over a foot of height on his sister, she still stood and tried to get face-to-face with him as best she could. Her size had never been an issue when she carried herself with all the confidence in the world. She and Angel locked eyes for a few moments before his body finally untensed.

He pulled her into a hug with a sigh, “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me anymore, alright?”

She nodded with a smile, “Don’t be a fuckin’ drama queen anymore, alright?”

He laughed and gave her a quick squeeze before letting her go. He turned his attention to Riz, who was still processing what he had just witnessed between his girlfriend and her brother. Angel stepped in close to him, “One wrong step and you’re dead fuckin’ meat, got it?”

Riz nodded, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “Got it, mano.”

Angel walked away, shaking his head as he strode off. EZ just offered up a laugh as he clapped Riz on the back before following Angel’s trail back outside. Riz and Mariella were left the way they started—just the two of them sitting at the bar.

He looked at her with a smirk, “Could’ve gone worse, hermosa.”

She shook her head and gave him a playful shove, “Told you not to get reckless.”

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, letting it linger this time knowing they didn’t have to hide it anymore. She smiled, placing one hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer to her. He chuckled as he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

“Do I still get to come over later?”

She nodded, a giggle escaping past her lips, “Yea, I guess so. How can I say no to this face?” she rested one hand on his cheek.

He pressed a kiss into her palm, “Remember that you said that.”

She leaned back, taking a sip of her beer with a smile on her face, “I’m regretting it already.”