Assorted SOA One-Shots & Imagines

After the Storm (Happy x Reader)

Written for: thats-so-rhyan
Playlist: Red Lighter - SoMo
Find Me On: tumblr, ffn or ao3 as crimsonheart01

~(SOA)~
A box of clothes
Some written notes
Is all I have left now
She closed the door
No turning back
This time it is clear now
~(SOA)~

It was a dreary day for California. One of those rare ones where the rain just wouldn't stop. He wasn't about to complain though. Rain was infrequent and he wasn't in a position to grumble about something that didn't hinder his riding 360 days of the year. The perks of living on the west coast. Seeing as he couldn't go out on a ride, he'd settled in for cleaning out the garage. His OCD had been on a twinge the last while, and he couldn't ignore the mess of the addition any longer. He propped open the inside door with an old shoe and went straight for the rolling sectional. He tugged on the yellow rope he tied around the handle and yanked it open. The wheels squealed, the bearings dry from being unused. The door rolled into the track overhead and rocked until it was settled.

He stood on the edge of the opening peering out into the street. The sky was grey, clouds covering the horizon. He'd remembered to drape the weather cover over his Harley the night before and it sat untouched by the water, in his driveway. The consistent plunks of droplets against the asphalt creating a steady rhythm. He breathed in tasting the hint of salt in the air. He turned around, assessing his potential work. Without leaving too much room to analyze he moved forward, grabbing a box and began sorting everything into three piles; to keep, to throw out, to give away.

~(SOA)~
Forgotten words and hopeless hurt
All left in the past now
Maybe it's for the best
I'll call it an angel's test
My heart has no fear now
~(SOA)~

After a good two hours, he had the majority of the garage labelled and sorted into piles. Only three boxes left. He bent down to grab the next one, when he observed the name scrawled across the side. He paused. That was not a name he'd thought of in a long. He hadn't even realized he kept anything from those days. He wiped off the top of a sturdy box and sat down. He stared at the box, the name piercing into his eyes. The stark black of the marker he used to label it had faded, just like his memories. He pulled the container forward, placing it between his feet. As he leaned over to unfold the flaps, a tiny tug on his heart strings made him pause. He pressed on, flipping open the box, the action caused a dust cloud to fly up and he coughed, waving a hand in front of his face.

When the dust settled he peered down into the cardboard. A shiver ran down his spine. He dropped a hand in pulling out the bandanas and a folded shirt of some kind, sitting on top. As he lifted the clothing out of the box, a swoosh sounded and dozens of little papers fell from their place scattering around his running shoes. He placed the items in his hand down next to him and bent forward, flipping over the assorted post-its and folded notes. He picked one up and it read: There's a surprise for you in the bedroom. He let out a breath, remembering exactly what that note pertained too. He let go of it as if it stung him and glanced back over into the box. He ground his teeth together, reaching in and pulling out her favourite zippo. He turned it over in his hand, seeing her name inscribed on the side. The tick of his teeth grinding together obvious on the side of his jaw. He flung open the cap, running his thumb over the igniter. He flicked his thumb heavily over the wheel, seeing the spark and then the elongated flame burst to life.

~(SOA)~
But you'll always be a part of me
And I got this red lighter, red lighter
Got this red lighter, red lighter
~(SOA)~

"Happy!" You chuckled.

He barreled through the bedroom door to see you perched on the edge of the bed in a new lacy lingerie baby doll. He didn't even bother taking off any of his clothes as he raced towards you. He knocked you down on the bed, one of his rare smiles sprawled across his face.