#v. princess of anarchy. soa

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BASIC INFORMATION

full name: erica alexandra morrow nicknames: eri, ericat. princess date of birth: february 8th, 1995 age: 25 ethnicity: caucasian gender: cis female romantic orientation: hetrosexual sexual orientation: heterosexual religion: non practicing christian spoken languages: english current living situation: small apartment in charming occupation: head nurse at st. thomas

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: clarence ‘clay’ morrow (father) @fcundwings // gemma teller-morrow (mother) siblings: jax teller (half brother) @gavelcorrupted god parents: tig trager (godfather) @fcundwings // luann delaney  (godmother) other family: sons of anarchy mc significant other: n/a

PHYSICAL TRAITS

eyes: brown hair: blonde height: 5′3 build: petite tattoos and/or piercings: several ear piercings, a belly button ring. ‘women of mayhem’ patch tattooed on her upper ribs, easily hidden by her bra strap noticeable traits: big brown eyes

BIOGRAPHY

never did clay and gemma plan on having a child, not with all the drama that surrounded them getting together after jt teller died. however, a few weeks after their wedding, gemma found herself pregnant. while another child wasn’t planned in the slightest, it didn’t make it any less wanted.

growing up in charming was a dream, at least for erica. she loved small town life, where she knew everyone, mostly because of her automatic affiliation with samcro. she skipped through school, and after graduation left for tacoma community college to pursue her dream of becoming a nurse. she had wanted to go to san diego, but her, jax and clay compromised on a city that at least had a sons of anarchy chapter, and she spent the best four years of her life in washington, building close friendships with the samtac.

upon her return to charming, it took a while for erica to re-acclimate to living under the watchful eye of her parents, brother and extended family, but there was no place erica would rather be. she was quickly accepted as a nurse at st. thomas, and while she had a feeling tara had a say in that, she gladly started.

now, she has worked her way up to being head nurse, and working alongside tara as the main medic for samcro.

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DEAR AGONY

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Sons of Anarchy

Tig x Daughter / Female Original Character - Juice x Female Original Character 

—WARNINGS—

THIS FIC IS 18+ AND MAY BE NSFW…. IT WILL HAVE ASSAULT… DEPRESSION… SUICIDE ATTEMPT… SMUT - not graphic, more of a tastefully written take on smut but figured I’d post the warning anyway.  

This Fic contains a Prompt Challenge from @coffee-obsessed-writer   The prompt will not be in this first part, it will come in Part IV and will be tagged in an A/N at the beginning.

As always - I do not own the characters or anything related to SOA.  I created the pic above, but do not own the lyrics to ‘Dear Agony’ by  Breaking Benjamin, or the images in it.  I only own Summer Trager.

Summary:

- Summer Trager has just landed back in Charming hellbent on reuniting with her father after 16 years. When she catches the attention of a mohawked biker, things take a turn for the wild side. … But every wild ride comes with some unexpected curves. After a heinous incident, will Juice and the club be able to save Charming’s princess from total derailment? Or will she be lost to them for good? -

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Part I  /  Part II  /  Part III  /  Part IV / Part V / Part VI / Part VII / Part VIII . . .

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Bobby’s Angel - Part 11

A/n - This is going to be a short chapter as I’m working hard on the final chapter of Bobby’s Angel. There is going to be some minor time jumps in this but I wanted to start building for some future events!

Catch up on past chapters here! Bobby’s Angel Masterlist

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Angel sat on the bench with her eyes cast to the floor as she waited for her father to show up. Angel took in deep breaths as she wiped her eyes with her sleeves. She refused to let them see her cry again, she wouldn't give them more ammo to use against her. “Why couldn't they just leave me alone? Why is it always me?” She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of heavy boots making their way toward her.

“Angel? Baby..” Bobby stopped steps away from his daughter as she looked up at him. Her lip was busted, dried blood caked on her chin, her hair was a mess, and bruises were forming on her face. Bobby took in a shuddering breath and closed the distance between them, instantly wrapping his arms around her. “Baby, what happened?” Angel shrugged out of his arms and moved away, refusing to speak. “Angel, what happened?”

They were interrupted by a door opening, 3 other girls and their parents walking out, smugly looking at the bloodied Angel, who had a vacant stare. “Mr. Munson, Angel… Come in on so we can talk.” They both followed the principal into her office.

“So what's going on? I get a call to come down because my daughter's in trouble and I find her looking like this?”

The principal held a hand up to silence Bobby. “Mr. Munson, this has been going on for a while. Angel can be very disruptive and argumentative with the other students. We called you in because she was in a fight with three other girls today.”

“Yeah, and it seems like my daughter is the victim of the attack!”

“Mr. Munson. Angel provoked-”

“No I didn’t! They attacked me!”

“Please Angel. Aside from the girls, other students say they saw-”

“I don’t care what other kids are saying! Look at my daughter’s face! Three versus one? And she’s the only one in trouble? What the fuck is going on- ”

“Mr. Munson! Please calm down!”

“I will not come down when my daughter is being accused of bullshit!”

Angel sat in silence as Bobby and the Principal argued more. She knew there was nothing she could say to make the arguing stop. There was nothing she could say to make the principal believe her. Bobby grabbed her hand and dragged her out the school and toward the truck. She couldn’t remember what was said after she zoned out but it had been a long time since she last saw her father this mad.

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Angel remained quiet on the drive back to the garage. “I”m sorry for losing my temper back there. I shouldn’t have yelled. Will you at least tell me what the fight was about?”

Angel glanced at her father before turning to look out the window. “Andrea said bad things about us, about the club, mostly about you. She said mom was a whore.  That you’d make me be one too. She kept going on about how we should be glad Tommy died. Otherwise he’d be another piece of scum ruining the city…I didn’t hit her first though. I just told her to shut up. So she punched me. And then I fought back, That’s when Jessie and Carly jumped in.”

“I’m glad you told me. They had no right to say those things. It’s obvious who the scum are. We may not be the nicest people but the club does what it must to keep the city safe. I hope you know I was serious back there. If you want to go to another school, you can. I have enough saved to send you to that private school. I have enough, can get you in that school until you graduate.”

Angel sat in silence for the rest of the drive. Part of her wanted out of the school but she knew it would just get worse once she was in high school. And she didn’t want to put that financial burden on her father.

“For whatever it’s worth Angel, I’m proud of you. You held up on your own. And I’m sure if you asked Piney, he’d probably give you some fighting lessons...for something to occupy your time, you know?”

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Opie and Angel sat in silence on the way up to the cabin. Bobby had asked Piney to teach Angel to fight, thinking it would keep her safe and build some confidence. Not wanting to miss a chance to spend time with his son and basically-daughter, Piney agreed and packed them up for a weekend at the cabin. He figured they’d do some hiking and possibly actual camping, but the weekend was to get Angel started on fighting. Piney figured the best punching bag to bring along was none other than his own little giant, Opie.

Opie had no idea what kind of weekend he was in for. He was told to pack for the weekend but Piney had kept him in the dark. Bobby asked for Angel to be trained in secret. Neither of them really wanted anyone to know that Angel was learning to fight, it was to be kept between them, Piney, and Opie until Angel was ready to tell people. All Opie wanted to do was go home and play the new games his mom bought to bribe him away from the club. It hadn’t worked but he let Mary continue on thinking that it was working.

As Piney pulled the truck in front of the cabin, he motioned for the kids to stay seated. “Alright, I guess it’s time we fill Opie in about the weekend. Angel got in a fight at school. Bobby asked we teach her to fight, but no one else is to know until SHE is ready to tell anyone. Now get your shit and let’s get inside.”

Opie held the door opened for Angel and helped her out the truck before grabbing both of their bags. “Cmon sis, let’s get inside before the old man has a heart attack or something.”

Angel laughed and grabbed the bag of food that had brought with them. She knew that the cabin hadn’t been restocked in a while and she refused to let them get by on whatever stuff was left, she wasn’t even sure that the normal stuff stocked was passable as real food. Angel wasn’t sure what to expect from this weekend. She knew that she wouldn’t be the best fighter by the time they returned home, but she was sure this was something that needed to be done. She had asked this to be kept secret because she knew that if the rest of the club knew she was learning, they’d all jump in and try to teach her. And then that would lead to arguments over the best way and who would be in charge, and whether she was ready for that or not. As much as she loved her uncles, she knew that they would be split. Many would want to teach her to fight, others thought she was too fragile and too young to really learn. She wasn’t Jax or Opie, in many of their minds there was no reason for her to learn.

“Princess, we’ll relax and get settled in tonight. Tomorrow, we’re going to start early and we’re gonna go at it strong,” Piney kissed the top of her head and smiled, “I’m glad you’re wanting to learn. There’s only going to be so much we can do to protect you. You need to learn to protect yourself. One day, we won’t be here. Let’s eat and get some rest for now though.”

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By the time they reached Charming, Angel was ready to pass out in her own bed. Piney had been right when he said they’d go at it hard and strong all weekend. Angel’s arms were sore, her legs felt like noodles, and her knuckles hurt under the wraps. Opie had laughed at her earlier when she asked for ice bags to be wrapped on her knuckles. He was so proud of her that weekend. Her throws and hits had been weak, but with help from Piney, Angel landed a couple good shots at Opie.

Angel leaned her head on Opie’s shoulder and groaned when Piney hit a bump. Both men laughed at her whining, Opie just threw his arm around her and pulled her close. “Just think sis, we get to do this again next weekend, and the weekend after that!” Angel scrunched her face up and pouted. Piney caught the look and laughed loudly. Angel was happy to see her uncle actually laugh. It had been a hard year for SAMCRO and it seemed like none of the adults really smiled or laughed anymore. If her pain and reactions could get them to laugh, she would put herself through the pain over again.

Pulling up the driveway to the Munson home, Opie was the first to jump out and immediately went to grab Angel’s bag. Angel hesitated a moment and closed the door. “Uncle Piney...wait.”

Piney closed his door and looked at his niece, wondering what was wrong.

“Thank you. For this weekend. I know Daddy asked you to teach me and I’m glad he did. I don’t like fighting. A-and I know I’m not ever going to be the toughest. A-and I know I will never be like Jax and Opie, taking part of the club. I’m just glad we spent the weekend together though. You’re like my other dad and I love you and Opie. I-i just wanted to tell you that.”

Piney sat in shocked silence from her words. Yea, things had been tough for the club. And because of it, they had each begun to neglect all the children to varying degrees. Jax and Opie were dotted upon, being groomed to eventually prospect. Bambi, being the youngest, was looked upon and guarded by Tig and Happy. It was then that Piney realized Angel had fallen through the cracks. The ignored middle-child.  Pulling her close to him, Piney pressed a kiss to the top of her head and held her tight. “We all love you Angel. Things are tough right now, but know that we all love you. You are always welcomed in my home. You’re the daughter I once wished for. If you need anything, even just someone to look over your homework or talk to, find me. I will drop everything for you Princess”

The small sniffles coming from Angel let Piney knew that his thoughts were right and it broke his heart. And it was that moment that Piney vowed to give more of his attention to this little girl so that she always knew what she meant to the people around her.

“Now let’s get inside. I’m sure your daddy is losing his shit after a couple days without you!”

Angel smiled as Piney wiped her face. Jumping out the truck, she ran toward the house toward the waiting Bobby. “DADDY!!!”

“My baby!” Bobby held his arms open and caught Angel, spinning her around and pressing kisses to her face. “I missed you girl. Got you something while you were gone, it’s in the kitchen. Go on in and I’ll be right there.”

Bobby watched as Angel said goodbye to Opie and Piney, then ran off into the house. Turning his attention to the two, he smiled and hugged them both. “Thank you for the weekend. She looks happier.”

“Yea, more time, she’ll actually be able to throw a decent punch!” Opie beamed and showed off the small bruise forming on his side. “She might actually bruise me in one hit instead of constantly beating the one area.”

“She did great brother. We’ll get her there. I think more time around the club will help her. Maybe ask Clay and Tig to teach her actual boxing. Girl has spirit, she has a big heart. She’s not going to fight without reason. We’ll pick her up Friday night for another weekend at the cabin. See you at the garage tomorrow.”

Piney and Opie took off for their home. “Hey Opie, thanks for helping this weekend. Meant a lot to that girl.” “I know Pops. She’s my little sister, I’m glad you asked for my help.” “Yeah, just - always look out for her. Her and Bambi. You and Jax are the only siblings they have. Watch out for them, have their backs. Keep each other safe.”

“Pops, I know that. What did she say? When you guys were in the truck?”

“The usual. She loves us. But, she’s hurting Op. She needs you and Jax. We rely on that little girl for too much. Help her enjoy being a kid. And, I know I don’t say this often, so listen close”

Opie laughed and gave Piney his full attention. “What Pops?”

“I know I ain’t the best father. I won’t be winning any father of the year awards. But, I’m proud of you Harry. I hope you know that I love you and would do anything to keep you safe and happy.”

Opie smiled and glanced out the window. Sure his dad was never sentimental with him but he had never questioned his love. Opie knew that his dad did questionable and illegal things, but that had never mattered to him. The men of Samcro weren’t perfect. None would ever come close, but they did what they thought was best for the family. “I know Pops. I love you too.”

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