Alright! So I know that I can't really update DTDE and so I decided since a few of you did want a Happy/OFC story that I would give it to you! And to those worrying about me not completing DTDE do not worry. My Tig/Ana story is my baby along with this story now and I've decided that I'm going to do updating like this : A. One update per story per week or B. Two updates on DTDE one week then two updates on this story the next week, switching back and forth. Let me know which you would prefer. There could be a chance that I put up more updates per week, depends on my schedule but that's currently what updates are looking like right now. So! Here we go! I hope you all enjoy this story. This will take place before Season 1, about 6-5 years. I'm not sure if I'll be incorporting season 1 in yet. I know this chapter is kind short but i wanted to get it done before heading to work. Hope you enjoy!
Warning: This story involves violence, XXX scenes, Swearing and more. If you are under the age of 18 I recommend you not read it or if you're parents see it don't tell them to report my stories because i'd be upset =P. This story will contain Dom/Sub scenes and have it involved in the main relationship just not heavily. At the beginning of any XXX scene I will make a mark so that if you wish to skip over it you may. But let's be honest you won't ;).
Disclaimer: I do not own SOA or any of the characters attached to it, although i really wish i could own Happy and tigs, and jax...and chibs...The whole cast really. I only own Corrina and any other new characters that come about.
"Anarchism stands for the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion and liberation of the human body from the coercion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraint of government. It stands for a social order based on the free grouping of individuals" Emma Goldman
Corrina Hobart had heard the definiton before. Jackson Teller could close his eyes and repeat it randomly because it was his father's favorite definition. Yes Jackson Teller. Vice President of the Sons of Anarchy "Motorcycle enthusiasts" as Clay Morrow put it. The definition represented what the club stood for, what the men in it stood for. What it didn't stand for was Corrina Hobart.
Corrina was dragged into the club, quite literally. Her brother at the age of 21 had willingly been put into prospect position and Corrina? She was his baby sister. 12 years old, just blossoming when her guardian stood infront of her. His blue eyes staring into her own as he tried to coax her from the house.
"Corrina it's just a club house." She wanted to roll her eyes. 6 years of living with him and she could smell his lies from a mile away. She lived in charming! She was smart, she knew what the Sons of Anarchy were. She wasn't stupid enough to believe they were just motorcycle enthusiasts. "Kyle...It isn't just a motorcycle club." Her tone held a no mercy ring to it. Something she had had to develop after years of living alone with Kyle.
He groaned, tossing his head back. "Ok That's it." He rushed forward quickly, dropping his shoulder to press into her stomach before his arms wrapped around her, lifting her over his shoulder to settle there. Her scream filled the house, her small body struggling in her brother's grasp as he made his way out of the small one floor house.
Within 20 minutes, similar screams were heard from the parking lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive. Members and workers stepping out into it to see the small, brown haired beauty giving the newest prospect a run for his money.
Clay, Opie and Jax all stood watching, grins gracing their lips as Kyle set the girl on her feet and within a second, her small fist connected with his upper cheekbone getting a yelp. A loud boom of cheers sounded, causing Corrina to jump, turning to stumble back into the protective grasp of Kyle despite his hand rubbing his sore cheek.
"Aye! Atta girl!" A irish man called from the sideline as he rested on a bike. And in unison, the brother and sister blushed bright red at their scruffle being seen and Kyle taking a hit. "Get inside." Kyle demanded, giving her the no-nonsense tone of voice before he grasped her wrist and yanked her towards the club house.
Corrina quickly learned that if you had family in the club, you were family. After a year of her brother prospecting, he was signed in and as soon as the ink on his back was dry...Corrina was as well.
She loved rules, law and protection. She didn't understand the need for the men to be outlaws. Sure..some had some unusual tastes as she heard Tig talking about his many late night love fests. She could understand his need to go above the law but guns? Smuggling? It didn't make sense to her and nobody truely cared that it didn't. She was viewed as a different version of an Old Lady. Like Gemma, she was constantly at the club house where Kyle was usually. She knew secrets, she knew the games and she had even helped with a few...chores now and then if they were desperate for bait.
Corrina developed around the men. Her hormones had her switching her crushes from Jackson to Tig to Opie to even the newer prospects that passed by. They teased her, flirted but no one dared to touch her. Clay and Gemma had practically put a ban on her after they saw her give her brother a black eye. They loved her because she was tough, different and like Gemma didn't take anything laying down. Every male in the place had gotten a taste of her anger once if not twice and none of them wanted to return. If she wasn't at the club house than she was usually at Gemma's, eating and relaxing.
But when Corrina hit 18..something had quickly changed. Tacoma came to visit. Happy was his name. He was tall at 6'3, towering over her 5'6 form. He had muscles that were decorated in tattoos. His head shaved and the look in his eyes screamed dangerous. He was one of the biggest outlaws that Corrina had seen and even when he stepped into the club house. Blood glistening on his white shirt and sporting a black eye, she had to grip her chair to keep from flying over to the man she didn't know. No one really knew him except for the Tacoma badge on his cut.
He stayed. Corrina stared. He ignored. She worshipped. The entire club found it amusing. Corrina, their own personal saint. Corrina, who often lectured them that the gun that was found on the floor should be put up or not even be in their possession was crushing on Happy. He wore his gun in his belt. He talked rude, rough. He talked to any girl, other than Gemma, like crap. Hell...He even flicked off David Hale, a new police officer. He was an asshole, a big outlaw and a murderer. He was twisted beyond belief but Corrina could only gaze at him in enjoyment and need.
That was two years ago. Happy became a regular visitor and Corrina's like slowly developed stronger but as did she. Corrina had learned Happy's ways, his needs and likes. She could of written a book on the Tacoma enforcers but instead she took her information and ran with it
Oh yes...Corrina grinned to herself as the memories ran through her mind. Her blue eyes darting to the club house door as his husky laughter entered it along with his body. Corrina had used her information to her advantage and Happy, David LaBrava, would have no idea what had hit them by the time she was through with him. "Beer girlie." His dark eyes narrowed on her sweet face. Their eyes connected for a minute.
Happy used her infatuation to his advantage. He bossed her around, was rude to her and even mean when she got aggrivating in his eyes which was all too often. The way she nibbled on her nails, the way whenever she was near him she took a deep breath as if to take in his smell. The way she played with her food, almost creating a mud of it before eating it like a child. She was aggrivating. But her infatuation made her take everything he threw at her.
His eyes stayed on her's as a threaten of challenge but she wouldn't know about that. Corrina was protected by every son, she was too innocent for her own good at the age of twenty. Corrina stood up and that was when Happy took in her new clothes. Jeans hugged every inch of her lower body, a tank top that showed off full breasts and grabable curves. And those boots. He swallowed slightly at those little ankle boots. The spikes that ran up the heel of it were a pair he wanted to see high in the air, spread.
"Get it yourself." The entire room froze. Tig's, Chibs', Jax's and even Kyle's jaws dropping in surprise. Corrina never said no to Happy. Hell, she followed him like a puppy cleaning up his used condoms and empty bottles. Happy's eyes flashed for a second, an unknown emotion gazing them before he chuckled. "Get me a beer now." He tried again, making his face rougher than usual to scare her.
"Get it yourself now." Corrina snipped, forcing a bit of sarcasm into her voice. Clay entered the room next along with Gemma. The two stand-in parents watching the small girl as her frame was immediately shadowed by Happy's as he stepped closer. But she didn't back down. The entire club house was focused on the pair. A needle could be heard dropping. "Who do you think you are?" He snapped, anger clear in his words as she defied him. Corrina never said no to him!
"Corrina Hobart. Use my name and a please next time. I'm not your bitch David." She snapped, pointing her thin finger in his face. David. Corrina never called him David! No one did! But he oddly five a tingle in his spine at her words. "Oh sweetheart. You are. So get on your knees and get me a fucking beer" He growled. The expressions of the other members darkened at his words but no one stepped forward. Happy was never so...rude to Corrina but she was never one to push his bottons. Her sweet laughter came next at his words, making his eyebrows twitch with slight surprise. "I'm not your sweetheart David and you can get your own beer you ass." She didn't offer anything else and just whistled as she brushed past him, heading for the door.
The club parted for her, Happy's eyes landing on her swaying rear before he started after it. "Corrina!...Corrina!" He yelled after her, anger still in his voice as he followed her. "What the fuck!" He shouted outside. The club went out from the building, grins all on the face at the aggrivation clear on Happy as they watched Corrina slid into the passenger seat of the Mustang. She waved at the family before leaning over, pressing a kiss to the boy's cheek in the car before they drove from the parking lot.
Happy was steaming, glaring at the bumper of the car as he memorized the plates before he kicked the picnic table. "Fuck this" he growled and walked off, slamming his shoulder angrily into Kyle's, taking his anger out on her brother as he headed for the Hobart had won this round.
I hope you all enjoyed and I look forward to your reviews!