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Down the Rabbit Hole |A Zack Foster Fanfiction| Chapter 1: Wonderland.

Fandom- Angels of Death

Ship- Zack Foster/Original Character

Warning(s)- Poisoning, Anxiety

Summary- Rachel goes Down the Rabbit Hole.

Word Count- 1,800

-Rachel-

The small blonde girl steps into the elevator, her legs shaky and uncertain. Her hands trembling, trying to find solace within the sleeves of her cardigan.

What is this play area? Why does such an innocent word invoke such deep emotions? The elevator doors shut behind her with a loud bang. The noise makes her jump, her heart began to thump and run faster than she thought was possible. Her legs wobbled and felt jelly-like at the weight of her body.

The elevator descended— ascended? She didn’t know, and this uncertainty made her feel worse. Was she descending into the depths of hell or ascending to the angels? either notion frightened her as both meant death, sure she was probably overreacting but waking up in a strange place with no memories other than your name would terrify anyone… Let alone a 12-year-old girl.

The sound of the elevator screeching to a halt, the doors sliding open to reveal the next floor. Rachel’s eyes widened, the view in front of her looked as if it had been taken straight from the pages of a fairytale.

The young girl's eyes flit to and fro, scanning the room as she takes tentative steps out of the elevator. A narrow cobbled path swerves between oversized, vibrant flowers of all species, intermixed with large evergreen trees and glowing mushrooms taller than her. The walls she could see were covered in watercolour swirls and illustrations from Alice in Wonderland.

She walks down the cobbled path, taking note of every little detail as she goes. Despite how beautiful this room was she couldn’t help the pounding in her chest and the sinking feeling in her stomach, something didn’t feel right.

Her gut feeling making her quicken her pace down the cobbled path, her foot slipping now and then. Her head aching as she stares at the night sky, the blocky lines of white swirls mixed with midnight blues and vibrant yellows.

The young girl tilts her head back down, focusing her sights ahead. It seems that when she was panicking the forest became thicker, denser… Darker. Rachel wraps her arms around herself, hoping to bring down her heart rate hoping that if she comforts herself, she will be fine. But it doesn’t work.

A faint jingle catches her attention, her head turns in the direction the sound came from and she slowly makes her way over. The sound came from a branch just off the cobbled path. Rachel picks up the culprit, a small ornate golden key. She puts the key in her pocket. “I may need it later.” She says.

–Acquired a Key.–

Rachel’s foot scarcely lifted off the floor when she heard rustling in the bushes to her left. The poor girl goes ridged, she isn’t alone here. There is someone else here. What if that person wishes her harm? What if it is nothing? Should she investigate it? Maybe she should. Dangerous thoughts ring through the girl's head like a cacophony of alarms. She takes a deep breath, picturing courage filling her as she breathes.

One step at a time she gets closer and closer to the bush. There is nothing there, she could have sworn she heard something. She circles the bush to find evidence that she isn’t going crazy and, sure enough there it is. On the floor behind the bush is a small piece of parchment with the words 'Follow Me.' written on it in a gorgeous teal colour forming a loopy cursive scrawl, in the corner lay an intricate drawing of Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

An iconic blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl stood in a baby blue dress and an inky black headband. Her doe eyes stared back at Ray innocently. Ray stared at the blonde before folding the drawing and placing it back onto the floor.

A question pops into the girl's mind. Follow me? Follow who? It was almost as if the floor could sense her inner desires as she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. It looked like a rabbit. Rachel rubbed her eyes, wondering if the room was playing tricks on her. Maybe there was gas in the air that was making her hallucinate, maybe she was drugged when she was on B8? She couldn’t be too sure.

Every fibre of her being was telling her to follow the movement but there is still a deep, lingering sense of dread filling her stomach like bile. She knows she has to follow the rabbit– if it was a rabbit. But she is terrified of what she would find.

The forest around her is thicker, and denser than before. She clasps her hands together trying to alleviate her anxiety but, much like the forest, it becomes worse, deeper, scarier.

Every sound and every movement seems to push her further to the edge. Her breathing hitches as tears form in her eyes, and she feels as if there is a heavy lead ball in her stomach refusing to leave– She wants her mum and her dad more than ever, especially when she hears a loud rustle ahead of her, her legs push her forward one step at a time, left, right, left, right. When she stops in front of another drawing, it’s a drawing of the White Rabbit, pocket watch in hand. Scrawled in more fancy ink were the words. “Not much further!”

Ray’s breath hitches, everything about this situation screamed danger, turn back now! But she knows she can’t, there was no turning back; no leaving, whether she wants to or not. She then recalls a coping technique taught to her by… Someone, she couldn’t quite make out his face, but the memory caused her to shiver uncomfortably.

She looks around the floor, taking in the sights. She sees the once bountiful and lush trees have now withered and shed their leaves. She takes note of the piles of leaves on the floor and the mysterious glint hiding in the shadows. Okay, that was three things she could see. The next thing was… What was it again? Think- think. It was sounds.

Ray calms her breathing and listens intently. She could hear the creaking of the dead wood, The chirp of some birds… More importantly, she could hear the clinking of a glass. Rachel’s eyes shot open at the sound, she wasn’t alone, someone else is on this floor. Maybe they would help her? Maybe they would kill her. No no, she shouldn’t think like that. She shakes the thoughts from her head and continues with shaky steps.

Rachel eventually comes to a clearing, her heart hammering in her throat. She couldn’t help but think of all the worst-case scenarios, she could be killed, maybe robbed? Kidnapped? Who knows.

Rachel’s thoughts halt as she looks ahead of her, right in the middle of the clearing is a long mahogany table adorned in a back and white checkered table cloth which she could barely make out through the piles of delicious-looking cakes and pastries. The table is a chaotic mess, covered in empty tea cups, dirty plates, half-full teapots and candles, coating the table in messy layers of wax.

She then turns her attention to the occupants surrounding the table, there are six chairs, each with a different style and wood. At the head of the table is a small hand-knitted human doll, presumably The Mad Hatter, to the left of him, is The Dormouse and to the left again is The March Hare. The thing that gets the young girl's attention is the woman, sitting to the right of the Mad Hatter, Rachel supposes that this girl is Alice. She is maybe 18 or 19; she is still a distance away from the woman so she isn't sure. The woman is sipping on some tea, she is dressed in an Alice-themed outfit. The seat next to her is empty. Finally, opposite the Mad Hatter sits The White Rabbit.

"Oh! I'm so glad you could join us!” The girl exclaims. “You're just in time for tea!" She stands up quickly, taller than Rachel thought, at about 5 foot 6.

"Please, sit.” She invited kindly. “Which tea would you like? We have Ginger, Chamomile, Vanilla, Cinnamon, Earl Grey, Hibiscus, Mint, Pumpkin which is my favourite, and Raspberry." The woman lists the words tumbling out of her mouth too quickly for Ray to understand her.

"U-Um,” She stammers, “may I just have the Vanilla please?" She sits next to the mystery woman and gives the woman a once over, unsure if she can trust her.

Rachel realises, as she gets closer, that this woman is older than she initially thought, she thinks she is in her early 20's. Her hair is a mousy shade of blonde and reaches just past her waist. Rachel can tell the woman is slim, even under the voluminous clothes. Though the oddest thing about her isn’t her clothes or demeanour, it is her eyes. They are a deep, rich shade of brown and then abruptly change to a sharp green around her pupil.

“Here you go,” The mystery woman passes a small, white teacup with lavender plants painted on it. Rachel doesn’t know if she can trust this woman so she sniffs the tea, unsurprisingly it just smells like Vanilla. Ray takes a sip of the drink, still weary of the woman sitting next to her, the sweet taste going down her throat immediately soothing any doubts.

"Excuse me, ma'am. What's your name?"

"Oh, my. How rude of me, my mother raised me with better manners than this! It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Elizabeth, but you can call me Elsie.” The woman— Elsie, gives Rachel a dramatic curtsy. “And what might I call you?”

"I’m Rachel” She gives Elizabeth a short response as she suddenly feels a rush of nausea hit her like a freight train. She covers her mouth with the back of her hand, the urge to puke getting stronger by the minute. “I’m sorry, I feel sick” The hand on her mouth is now clammy and shaking.

“Oh, that would be the poison,” Rachel pales at Elsie’s words, she can’t have been poisoned, surely. The rest of her skin begins to go clammy, her body slick with a thin layer of cold sweat. “Cyanide, my dear, very effective. Agatha Christie had the right idea. Of course, I have the antidote but you’ll have to work for it.”

Elizabeth goes up behind Rachel, gripping her perspiring cheeks, moving her head to the hand-knitted characters sitting with them. “Each of my friends is missing something important. Now, be a dear and find their things for me, then I will give you the antidote.” Elsie lets go of her face and sits back down.

“Judging by the dosage and your symptoms already, you might want to hurry, you only have around 30 minutes until you reach the point of no return.”

Art by Baicalpascal

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spacebubblehomebase · 29 days

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Helllo i Love your art more than i love donuts and thats ALLOT.but my boy lucifer can have babys,like i dont even know how that works!make it make sense! I just wanna say thank you again for curing are boredom👍🏻

You are SO right that is high praise indeed! I'm honored! =D So here. Have a donut! 🍩🍩🍩 As for Luci, let us turn to the world's favorite 700k+ words old man fanfiction that is The Bible (tm) as according to their lore, it's been canonically stated that angels are genderless for they are beings made of the Pure Holy Spirit and- Holy SHIT! What do you know??? Our dear depressed duck dad was an angel himself and in some depictions Lilith is infertile as was her punishment for her freedom! The more you know! -Bubbly💙

(LMAO. My guy's been traumatized. Once is enough XD)

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bleedingichorhearts · 1 month

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I need to be pet repeatedly and vigorously by big astartes men

𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖙𝖘:

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I’m assuming you just want very heavy pats from a very cuddle induced Space Man? Kinda just ended up as cuddles?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

Dark Angels: Let’s just magically say he got affected by some… pollen? and that made him very eager to return to you. Never in his lifetime has he been wanting to curl up around you and nuzzle your hair while tracing his fingers up and down your back and massaging your head. That’s a lie, he always wanted to, just never did.

Emperor’s Children: Would do it, no orders/questions asked. Even if he was influenced by this “pollen thing.” Purple Space Man does/will do it in public. He will pat you on the head anytime he gets! You’re a pretty little thing, how could he not?

Iron Warriors: Stubborn, stubborn Space Man. He doesn’t know why he feels like he should just set you in his lap and pat the hell(Chaos?) out of you, but guess what? He does it anyway. You are snatched the moment you round him to see what he’s working on. His hands threading and patting your head while you sit there confused.

White Scars: From this speedster, you get the fastest Tapotement of your life. You won’t even know what he just did to you until you feel yourself become like jello. (No, he didn’t kill you. He just put you to sleep really quick. It had his hearts working extra time. All he wanted was to pat you!)

Space Wolves: You, pat the wolf? You get a pat back. It ends up in a pat battle, but it actually ends up with you winning. All yours praises, scritchs and pats to him are incredibly powerful against this weakening wolf. Please, continue your work.

Imperial Fists: After building/fortifying he has gotten very needy to return to you and just snuggle in bed, pat your head and drag his fingers down your back. Cooing sleepily above you. Feeling how different your skin is to compared to stone/metal he works with. It reduces his stressors. Not that he would admit it.

Night Lords: Why does he want to just drag his talons through your hair you so much? Why is he feeling this sudden urge to “pat” you like you did to him one time? He try’s this “patting” to you and quickly finds out that his likes the new hobby. He gets you at the worst times.

Blood Angels: He comes to you immediately to sedate this sudden urge. Feeling that effect of that “pollen” running around through his systems. He’ll have you sat in front of him with his legs trapped around you, close to him while he pats your head. Cooing softly into your ear.

Iron Hands: Grumpy Space Man. He tried to avoid these sudden urge to come to you and be… affectionate with you, but it simply got more stronger the more he prolongs the inevitable. So, once he sees you and snatches you up for a patting session. Do not say anything.

World Eaters: If angy spicy man wants to pat? He gets his pats. There is no escaping it. Space Man will pursue to pat you. He can’t help it! You calm him down!

Ultramarines: Classic, classic blueberry. He’ll have you wrapped around his torso (as much as you could, lol) and chuff at the top of your head. His hands dragging letters into your back. Probably reciting the codex.

Death Guard: His pats are slow and escape resistant. If you’re in his arms getting patted chuffed, and cooed at? Congratulations, you’ve earned your self a personal masseurs, that you are not escaping from for at least 12 hours.

Thousand Sons: He’ll pretend that he is not feeling such… affections for you. Avoiding you until the feeling begins to strengthen then he knows that is the only way to resolve the problem is to go ahead a pat you… and it ended up being comfortable. He plans to do it again soon.

Son of Horus: This Space Man will growl and purr while patting you down. What? You trying to leave while he’s patting you? Growl. You’re accepting his affections? Purr and growl.

Word Bearers: You’ll find yourself laying on top of him for this one. Dozing off on him as he slowly pats you. His whispered words and coos lulling you to sleep. Let him worship you darling.

Salamanders: To be stuck in a patting session with a Salamander is like being trapped in the flames of a furnace. You’ll be like a hand cooked kebab once he believes you got enough affection from him. It was a very pleasing experience though!

Raven Guard: Him patting you was uncommon, but also rare. Usually he’s too busy trying to find you shiny things until he got hit with a wave to adore you. He’ll come back to pat you and coo at you while keeping you close to his chest like a mother hen.

Alpha Legion: Patting sessions were already in progress. It was unknown pay back for the glitter you got him with the other day. So don’t be surprised if you find yourself covered in layers with glitter after the session. He definitely got sent to sleep outside that night.

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hazbin-fanfiction · 30 days

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Death Days

Huskerdust

TLDR; Sinners bodies go through the pain of their death every year, on the day they died. And today is Husk’s turn on a pain mobile. Husk was never one to openly give up information about himself, not unless forced to by Alastor. So, even as the hotel’s guests and patrons became closer, Husk was still fairly unknown to those other then Angel, and his boss. Speaking of the spider, he was lounging across his bar and complaining of the shoots he had to do last night. “And then this fuckin guy, right? I swear to satan hes never had sex before in his li-” “You got the day off today?” Husk cut off the man before he got a little too vulgar for his tastes. Angel blinked at him a moment, before a grin pulled at his lips.

“Yeah, why? Want a free show~?” “Im not one to ask this, but. Can you just… stay?” Husk looked at the glass he was cleaning. His yellowed eyes refusing to look into the arachnids own.

Husk hated to ask for another’s help, but if Angel could ask for his, then he could do the same. He could already feel the way his body began to crumble around him, leaving first his hands to shake and be weakened. The sensations would spread across his body throughout the day, until night fell. “Like. At the hotel?” Angel asked, sipping at the strawberry martini he always drank. “With me.” Husk clarified, “Its… today.”

His voice was grumbled under his breath, face heating up in its embarrassment as he kept his gaze off Angels. You see, it was Husk’s death day today, March 19th. Death days were one of the many punishments of a sinners afterlife. Where ones body relives the pain of its death. For some, it was a meaningless, 5 minute sharp pain in the chest, others it was reliving the worst torture one could imagine. And Husk? Husk was considerably lucky in this department. For he died in his sleep. He felt nothing, except the crippling loneliness, and his body’s pain of aging. It wa selfish, really. Asking anyone else to just throw away a day off to take care of an old man. But he didn't want to go through this alone again. “Today? Whats to- Oh.” Angel’s eyes widened as he realized what Husk was getting at, he reached a hand over to the bartender, and his face pulled into a soft smile. “Yeah, course I can Whiskers. Anything for you.” Husk looked at the hand held out to him, and smiled faintly as he took it in his own. ~~ And stay he did, helping Husk wherever he could. He even took over the bar when Husk’s hands started shaking to much to hold a liquor bottle, and helped him upstairs when the other struggled to walk due to hip pain. An arm thrown across his shoulders, and gentle touches all around. Which lead us to now, with Angel laying across Husk’s bed, the cat laying across him and cuddled into his warmth. “Ya know. I don’t let people just lay on top’a me that often.” he started to joke, looking down as Husk looked up. Angel smiled softly. Husk’s ears were tilted back, pupils blown out of his eyes as Angels multiple hands pet at his head and back. Low, loud purrs emitted from his chest, and Angel could feel its gentle waves on his stomach and chest. He tilted his head into Angel’s hand. “That mean im special?” Husk asked, his voice a bare mumble. He had been struggling to eloquently talk since 5pm rolled around. “To me you are.” Angel leaned forward, tapping his nose against the others. “Sap.” “Says the one who came up with an entire song and dance routine to cheer me up.” “I thought we weren’t gonna mention that… that again.” Husk muttered, his head going back to being buried in the soft fur that adored Angel’s chest. Angel laughed softly, “You said not to mention it to the others. Its just us here baby~” “Hmmm.” Angel kept his gaze on Husk. his hands focusing their scritches on Husk’s head and ears. Earning louder and louder purrs from the stoic man on top of him. He felt honored, really. Death days were something that a lot of sinners kept private. They were at their weakest points then, and it would be so easy to take advantage of them. The fact Husk not only trusted him, but ASKED for his help, sent Angel over the moon. Silently, he counted the mans breaths. Watching his back rise and fall in a slow, rhythmic pattern. As the purrs quieted down, Angel’s smile tightened. He knew Husk would be fine, logically. But seeing the man like this hurt him in ways that truly and deeply scared him. Husk’s breathing began to slow, and the man shifted uncomfortably on top of him. “Ssh… I got ya. Your okay. Your safe with me.” Angel said softly, running his hands through the others fur. Husk settled down, The gentle purrs that echoed in Angels ears started to get softer and softer.

Angel wrapped his arms firmly around the other, “I promise, your safe right now.” The words spoke in a whisper so soft that feathers would feel like rusted steel in comparison. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Husk’s breaths got so much weaker. His chest could barely rise on its own, the purring stopping completely. Angels own breath hitched, tears filling irrational eyes.

“I love you.” Angel squeezed Husk a little tighter, and the mans last breath brushed past Angel’s fur.

#huskerdust #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #Not much but its a start #writing fanfiction as exposure therapy #cw: character death #Husk is fine though #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust x husk #angel dust #hazbin angel dust

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hazbinficsandstuff-eyeshadow · 3 months

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Emily x charlie fan fic

Chapter 2: greif

Emily wakes up with a datlze and the light shining in her eye. She panicks looking around wondering where she is. While she's scared she's nit sure what to do as she pushes through the door she's met with glowing eyes. Charlie carrying a giant pile of papers stops in her walk and immediately drops them.

"Ohh you're awake" she gleams. At the sight of the princess, Emily immediately remembers what happened. She rembered the hazy version of Charlie carrying her which she could see just enough to tell it was charlie.

"Yeah, well i should probablyget going now but it was nice running into you" Emily whispers.

" oh no no no you can stay...I mean if you want. Do you wanna come into the main room with everyone or do you wanna stay here and contunue resting, im sure you're really tired after? I mean if you're not ready to talk about it thats fine too" Charlie responds. Emilys eyes begin to tear up.

"Sera, she would've listen, after all these years". Charlie wraps her arms around Emily and embraces her tightly. Emily wraps her Hands around Charlie's neck. "Sorry, I'm good now" Emily sniffles

"Do you wanna take some more time I can stay with you or give you some space?"

"I'm good now we can go the main room if you want me too meet everyone" Emily answers.

Emily and charlie both make their way into the main room.

"Everyone this is emily"

"I rember vaggie, where's she?"

Charlie freezes as if she suddenly became ice. Husk says aloud " she.....passed"

Emily reacts "oh-"

Charlie "It was...painful. I mean we lost sir pentious too and adam. I mean he was an asshole but stilll"

Emily responds " if it makes you feel any better sir pentious got into heaven".

Charlie replies " what? Why didn't we know? You'd think they tell us".

Emily "They didn't want you to know, they weren't to happy that you were right and Sera didn't want the public to know sooo...I thought this whole time that I could count on her but she kept him captive and hid him from the world. If I could spend my last hours in heaven all over again I would've done more to help". Charlie and Emily hug tightly although somewhat casually this time around

#emily x charlie #charlie's angels #charlie x emily #hazbin hotel #emily x charlie x vaggie #fanfic #fanfiction #sera #sir pentious #death #greif

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kawaii-queen-kaiju · 3 months

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Okay, but what about: Jason/Death

Like, literally, the angel of death. She (or he. Or they, whatever you want, but I'm picturing a woman) reaps Jason's soul the first time, and then when he gets brought back and becomes Red Hood and all that, he gets shot or something and is bleeding out in an alley and she comes to reap his soul the second time, recognizes him and decides to save him ("Just this once should be fine..."), and then shows up in mortal form, curious about why he was alive, and Jason recognizes her, and they fall in love. (And he gets a wing kink)

Maybe they go murder Ra's together because he's been on her list for centuries.

Maybe angst because Jason isn't immortal (and may or may not go to Heaven, your choice)

#batman #batman fanfiction #jason todd #angel of death #and they were roommates #GASP they were roommates #red hood #ra's al ghul #Angel of Death/Jason Todd

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genevawren38 · 3 months

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If the World Wants You Gone, We Will Fight the World

✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah ✨4.5k W.C. ✨q!Philza-centric ✨QSMP ✨Demons by Imagine Dragons

Philza would go to any absolute lengths to protect the ones he claimed as his own. These two hatchlings with red wings were now that and more, he wanted to spend everyday he had in this world treasuring them for the gifts they are. Learning so much about the world after viewing it through a child’s eyes, even this old bird could still learn new tricks caring for these youth.

Watching the two small dragonborn descend back into their bunker to prepare for the day, Phil only hoped it was enough.

Picking back up his new scythe, his hands find familiar holds on the carved handle as he takes a few practice swings. It had been a very long time since the Angel of Death held a weapon such as this, the past few worlds only allowing him a sword or bow and arrow.

Flaring his crow-black wings wide, chest hurting as his sky eyes catch the shorn secondary and primary feathers, he allows the moniker to possess him once more. Taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes, seeing battlefields soaked in blood by his hand, he opens them once more to look over this world he woke up in mere months ago.

The Angel of Death has claimed a new target, the biggest threat to himself and his children’s well beings. Someone he now had a personal vendetta with after losing one of two precious chances Tallulah’s life had to it, remembering her far too small body laying in the sand by a shore lapping ocean water. Blood soaking through the butter-yellow sweater she wore, eerily similar to her father on a server he left years ago.

His knuckles turned white as he considered all the code monster had done to him and his nest. Pulling out the axe he made specifically to cleave that bastard in half, he finally feels prepared for wherever he could track the monster down too. Narrowing his eyes as he stares at the horizon, he folds his wings back in close after stretching them once more, a few loose feathers fluttering to his feet. Emerald earring glanced off his neck, reminding him that ruthlessness in defence of the meek was always the way.

The Angel of Death had awoken once more, and the only price he allowed for his rest was the demise of the binary creature that had harmed those dear to him.

#qsmp #mcyt fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #q!philza #philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #chayanne #tallulah #wrenwriting #death family #etoiles #codebreakers #angel of death!philza #qsmp philza #wrenrambles

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theorphicangel · 10 months

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𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐛𝐮𝐭) 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 | Levi Ackerman.

pulvis et umbra sumus - we are (but) dust and shadow

Summary: Wandering aimlessly at night, Levi stumbles upon a bar. Finding it to be closed, a woman sits inside with nothing but a cup of tea to offer. In exchange for it, Levi is forced to relive his past.

Whether he likes it or not.

cw/tw; death, death of a parent, loss, grief, childhood trauma , childhood memories, manipulation, mind manipulation, levi coping with death of his mother, modern au!, in Paris?, cigarettes, smoking, gaslighting, levi blames himself, based on the tea scene in ‘get out’, emotional manipulation, angst,

If I’ve missed anything please let me know!

A/N: this is very different from what I write, not an x reader, but a series I’ve started based on just Levi and coping with grief.

word count: 3k

The smell of cigarettes linger in the apartment. Heavy clouds of smoke reach the ceiling, covered in a patchy coat of beige paint that’s beginning to peel.

It’s a terrible habit that he told himself to quit months ago but as they say, bad habits are the hardest to die from.

The smoke alarm’s a dud. He removed the batteries a couple days ago. Reckless, but it’s a risk that he’s willing to take. He’s not planning to stay in this city for long.

Lungs relaxing, smoke forcefully escapes from his lips, the distinct kick of nicotine dead to his taste buds. It does nothing to him now. Stubbing it in the ashtray, it joins the unfinished pair he smoked earlier.

The old and used legs of his wooden chair screech in a low manner, awkwardly scraping against the hardware floor. Levi grabs his black suit jacket from the back of a chair sat opposite him, no longer in its freshly ironed state but wrinkled.

Grabbing his keys off the counter, he slips through the front door without a second thought.

A loud slam vibrates through the walls, reaching above and beyond the halls, the noise bouncing off the concrete walls of the apartment building. His footsteps echo loudly, a dull melody in his descent; the only soul awake in the whole vicinity.

He doesn’t know where he’s going but his brisk pace wouldn’t offer that sort of perspective. Once again the sound of his footsteps powerfully echo between the concrete buildings, the soles of his feet rushing over the cobbled pavements.

The gates leading to the metro station are now closed as well as all of the shops on the sideline. Passing by glazed windows of dark and empty shops, his reflection is barely visible, the image of his figure flows at a quick pace before disappearing into the night.

Inside, his body remains unsatisfied. An ache stirs in his lower gut; a hunger, a deep longing for something. Anything.

Levi’s now looking for a bar and during his search he comes to realize that he’s not the only one wandering wordlessly on the banks of Paris late at night.

Streetlights flicker above him, some brighter than others, some newly fixed and some which are never promised to come alive again. Continuing on, he follows the stream of lights on a path that will eventually take him to the main street, where hopefully, there’s some sort of salvage waiting for him there.

For a cold November night, this bar is surprisingly warmer than expected.

Hands which seeked a deep refuge in the pockets of his jacket are now easily tempted to come out. As he walks in he notices that there’s nobody currently at the bar, making him realize that it’s closed.

Until Levi becomes startled at the sight of the figure sitting in a chair who had watched him arrive wordlessly. A dark-haired woman sits near the front window, older than him but there’s still a youthful gaze in her eyes. A blue china cup sits on a matching saucer on a little table positioned in front of her.

“The bar’s closed.” She says in french.

Levi makes no response. His first immediate thought is to leave.

“But you can have tea.” She offers. “Is chamomile alright?” Her tone is soft yet decisive, he hadn’t even given her an answer before she stood, making her way through a curtain which led to the back room.

It’s better than nothing, Levi thinks. Again, his footsteps echo on the wooden floorboards, making his way to sit in a crimson red armchair placed in front of her own seat.

Her tea sits in a blue china cup with intricate designs. It sits on a matching saucer with a silver spoon on the side. If he squints he can just about see an endless string of smoke evaporate into the deadened air of the bar.

It’s not long before Levi hears her return and in hand, his own set of china cup and saucer, white and plain of any design. She says nothing to him before placing it down and taking her own seat, her cup in hand.

He wonders where she got the set but makes no attempt to ask. Staring down at his cup, Levi’s fingertips latch onto the rim of his cup, lifting it up to his lips. He inhales the rising smoke but the liquid fails to meet his tongue as he pauses.

“You smell like cigarettes.” The woman says in english.

It’s only for a moment that he pauses before continuing his action. The hot liquid nearly burns his tongue before he swallows it down, the warmth awakening his body with satisfaction, curing his earlier ache.

He makes no reply, Levi’s not even fazed that she’s switched to english, planning to make no conversation whatsoever. His hand steadily places the cup down on its identical white cup. He’s a little bothered that he was given a plain one but refuses to entertain the thought.

Leaning back into the armchair, arms draped on both sides, he realizes that the woman hasn’t taken her eyes off him. She’s older, he guesses forties but remains unconfident in his answer. She doesn’t take a sip of her tea, instead choosing to study the man in front of him.

“Do you smoke?” She questions again in english, no sign of an accent. In a silent response, his eyes meet hers. Bored and exhausted.

Turning his head, he has the full view of the street in front of him through the large glazed window. Streetlights continue to flicker as a tall figure passes underneath in a large coat, quickly disappearing from Levi’s view. His eyes remain stuck to the landscape outside before he nods slightly, quick enough for anyone to miss it. Anyone who wasn’t studying him like this woman was.

For some reason he’s not uncomfortable in her gaze. Allowing her to freely scrutinize him in any means. He’ll never see her again after this.

She clears her throat for a moment, which causes him to look back at her, before she grabs the handle of her cup and takes a slow sip. The clatter of china when the cup reunites with the saucer is the only sharp sound heard in the bar.

“What brought you here?” She asks.

Now it’s Levi’s turn to clear his throat as his shoulders shrug. “I needed to clear my head.”

She hums in thought as if his answer sparked interest in her.

“Bored? Tired?” She switched to French all of a sudden. “You look like both.” She states. “When was the last time you slept?”

His eyes are drawn to the darkened visuals of the outside world again. Nothing has changed. A streetlight that stands directly across the bar across the road still flickers and the street remains empty, all the other businesses now closed for the night.

Levi inhales before speaking, “Can’t remember.” He responds in English, his tone heavy.

The woman tuts softly. “A man like you needs sleep, didn’t your mother ever tell you that?”

Levi refrains a laugh. Instead he lets a pause pass by before bringing his eyes back to the woman.

“I wish she could tell me that.”

The expression on the woman’s face changes slightly, his answer clearly unexpected. She picks up the silver spoon on the side of the saucer and begins to stir her tea.

“She’s– not alive?” The woman smoothly switches to English based on Levi’s replies. The only sound that’s heard in the bar is the softly repeated clink of metal hitting the china as it stirs. Levi picks up his cup once again with his right hand and takes a sip. Placing it back on the saucer, his arm returns back to resting on the arm of the chair.

“She– she died when I was young.”

This is the part that everyone sympathized with. The part where he becomes burdened with pity that he never asked for. The part where he deeply regrets talking about her. The part where the memories resurface and he remembers it all for a brief period.

Yet strangely, the woman doesn't offer her condolences.

“How young?”

Her tone is unchanged, still quiet without any added sympathy and Levi’s immediately thrown off guard. He blinks multiple times, his mind trying to quickly uncover the past that he’s buried deep inside himself for so long.

He frowns, “Uhm– eight, I think.”

“You think?” She repeats, suddenly making him feel some sort of guilt for not remembering. Levi quickly speaks up again, like he has something to prove.

“Or nine, I can’t remember.” He admits. “It was a long time ago.”

She merely slowly nods at his correction whilst continuing to stare at him. Her fingertips are clasped on the handle of the spoon, drawing little circles in the teacup.

Levi swallows thickly as if something’s lodged in his throat. It’s uncomfortable all of a sudden and the pains of uncovering that memory makes him start to sweat a little. He’d take off his jacket or even take a sip of tea to relieve himself but there’s something in his body that refuses to do so.

Something that tells him not to.

Instead, his fingers fiddle with each other, each arm still glued to the chair, tracing his thumbs over his index fingers

“What happened? How did she die?”

Levi stares at her, narrowing his eyes. Her question was unmissable, it rang loudly in his ears. He couldn’t ignore it. In his body there grew a deep desire to look away, to turn away from her and look back at the view of the street.

His head is heavy as he changes his glance towards the street.. The flickering streetlight across the street has switched off completely.

“Levi.” She snaps. And at the tap of the spoon against the rim of the china cup he finds his eyes on hers again.

He frowns, fingertips now resting on the arm of the chair heavily. “How do you know my name?”

“Answer the question. How did your mother die?”

The tone of her voice was inviting, it lured him in whilst his eyes grew hazy at recalling the memory. For a second, he forgot, his mind drowsy. His mind blank until the image of him sitting in front of the tv came into mind. The nostalgia of the front room of his old house rushed through his body suddenly, like a sharp pain he couldn’t ignore.

“Don’t sit too long in front of the tv.” his mother said. “Or your eyes will go square.”

Those were her last words before a hand reached down onto his head and ruffled his locks. No.

Perhaps she told him she loved him before leaving, or that she’ll be back home soon. No.

Maybe he didn’t even see her leave. Maybe she left before he ever woke up that morning.

“I–I can’t- I can’t remember.” he stammered, an uncomfortable pain in his throat stopped him from getting his words out properly, like a small bone was lodged in it. His nose scrunched up and his eyes began to water suddenly, searching the room as if the answer would appear somewhere on the walls.

No, no, no how could he forget?! How could he–

“You remember Levi.” she spoke, her hand stirring. “You remember the weather.”

His eyes widened, lips parting slightly. As soon as the words left her mouth, a vivid image hit him. Levi suddenly remembered the sound of rain hitting the window pane, water rushing down violently, teardrops smacking against the glazed glass.

“It was raining.” He mumbled, lips barely moving.

She hummed, nodding slightly. “Do you hear it?” His eyes became so blurred, he could barely see her in front of him.

Blink, blink, blink! His mind screamed at him. He could only just about force his eyelids to move.

A teardrop now solidified on his cheek, hearing the sound of raindrops battering against the window beside him. He longed to check, to see if it was visibly raining. But his head remained glued to her. He couldn’t pull away.

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing.” he swallowed, mouth now becoming dry. “Watching tv.”

“Watching tv?”

Levi hummed deeply, only managing to tilt his head slightly. He couldn’t stop his eyes from watering at the painful memory, now so vivid and so real. “She went to work and I was waiting for her to come home.”

“Did she come home?”

Levi hesitated. The weight on his chest increases by each and every second. “No.”

“Why?”

Again, his throat was painfully dry, sound struggling to come out. His fingertips began scratching at the velvet of the armchair. “I don’t know.” He whispered.

The woman hummed deeply. “I’m sure you know why. Why didn’t you call anyone?”

Levi inhales deeply, trying to regain his composure. His hands urged to wipe his tear stained cheeks but yet again his body refused to move. “Because then… it would make it real.”

“So you sat there doing nothing as your mother died?”

“I couldn’t–”

“You could’ve saved her.”

“I didn’t know.”

“But you sat there…waiting and waiting…doing nothing?”

His nails scratched roughly at the fabric of the armchair repeatedly, anxiety began to crawl into the pit of his stomach. Infiltrating his mind. Just like it did that night. Sat in his mother’s favorite chair, he stared at the endless glow of the television screen. A show he didn’t even like was on but he watched it anyway. He watched that episode and the episode after that and the episode after that.

“You let her die. You did nothing to save her.”

Her voice ringed in his ears, more heavy and thick with confrontational yet her tone wasn’t louder than a whisper. Move, move, move! Get up and get out! His mind screamed repeatedly, his body frozen in response, barely able to do anything but continue to scratch at the arms of the chair.

He had sat there that night in the same position he was sitting now. Waiting and waiting. Hands glued to each side of her chair, fingernails dug deep into the form of the chair. He waited for the sound of the steps on the porch to creak, for the jingle of keys to reach his eyes, for the front door to open and to visibly see his mother walk through.

Everytime he wanted to get up, his mind told him to stay put. ‘She’ll be here in five minutes. And if not then I’ll go out.’

Those five minutes easily passed away into ten minutes which quickly turned into an hour. An hour transitioned into two which then again doubled. And hours later he was still stuck in the same position, the glow of the tv penetrating his eyes, his skin.

Absorbing it all, he did nothing.

She was out there, dying and he knew. But he did nothing. He knew it was unusual, that something was wrong. His gut was coated in nausea and anxiety. Levi still did nothing.

Tears began to flow from his eyes, one after the another, following the trail down his cheeks.

“Why–why can’t I move?” Levi’s tone was panicked, rich in apprehension.“You can’t move.”

She merely repeats it as a dull fact although he thought she said it as a question.

“I– I–can’t, why can’t–” His fingernails dug painfully into the arms of the chair, close enough to start ripping the material, his muscles tensing violently.

“You’re paralyzed. Just like the day you did nothing. You did nothing.”

“You’re going to sink into the floor Levi–”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait–”

“Sink.”

Everything all seemed to happen at once. All of his senses were lost immediately. It was exactly as she said, he sunk. Body pulled down by an invisible force, he lost complete control as he submerged.

All of the darkness and sound merged into one, dragging him deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit.

He seemed to be falling in slow motion. His arms waved through the air, hands desperate to clasp something as he continued to fall.

A large cinema-like screen is positioned in front of him, where he could still see the woman. She had now placed down her tea and sat staring at him. To her, his mouth agape, eyes drastically widened with continuous teardrops that rolled down the side of his face. Paralyzed.

There was no amount of air in his lungs that he could use to scream or to shout. He felt no sense of control over his body. Fear consumed everything, every single part of him, drowning his body, saltwater filling his lungs in a void ocean. Questions ran through his mind, new ones appearing with every second it took for him to fall. What was happening to him? Why? Where? How? When would he hit the ground?

“You’re in the sunken place now, Levi .”

All of a sudden Levi found that his shirt feet were on the ground. He was surrounded by water and his body felt heavy. With each step he felt like there was something pulling him back.

The woman moves to stand and leans over the small table. Levi attempts to trail through the water. His lungs bursting, his body, his soul, his skin on fire with anger. Just as it was when he fell, his body is slow as he tries to run. No matter how much force or how much strength he imposes on his muscles, he continues to be weighed down by something.

He screams but there’s no sound. Every step he takes in the water is soundless. His body weighs down along with a magnetic force that holds him back, making every step he takes sluggish and uncontrollable. He wants to run and catch up to the screen but it’s near impossible.

Mouth agape, he tries to shout again, to no avail.

The woman holds out her index finger, closing the eyelid of Levi’s left eye.

Dark infiltrates half of the screen, light fading away. His throat is raw and tight, unable to shout even if he wanted to. Fear no longer surrounds him but is now within him.

He can do nothing.

She now moves to shut his right eye and Levi falls to his knees in surrender as the shadows envelop him whole.

Entire soul, body and mind. Everything.

Everything turns to dust.

Part of “don’t take my baby boy. don’t take my and joy.” series.

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Down the Rabbit Hole |A Zack Foster Fanfiction| Prologue: The Facility.

Fandom- Angels of Death

Ship- Zack Foster/Original Character

Warning(s)- Mentions of Death and Torture, Poison

Summary- Elizabeth is bored of her living conditions

Word Count- 522

Elizabeth groaned, her eyebrows furrowed as she lay back in her hammock, held by two large cherry-coloured mushrooms with cream-coloured spots. Despite the overwhelming beauty of her floor, she had to admit that she was bored. When she joined the facility, a bright-eyed serial killer of 17 years old she was elated at the idea of being able to kill people with no repercussions. But after four years it was losing its appeal.

There are only so many ways you could kill someone and Elsie has gone through many of them. Poison, Torture, Beheading, Drowning, Stabbing. She found her favourite way to kill someone was to earn their trust and then poison them, the look on their face made her heart hammer.

A notebook sat unused in her lap, open on a page with a drawing of a green and brown butterfly, followed by some writing that started with ‘dear diary.’ Elsie was truly lost in her thoughts, weighing out the pros and cons of being there and chastising her younger self for not reading the fine print that stated she couldn’t leave the facility under any circumstances.

Elizabeth gazed around blankly at her floor. The large glowing mushrooms, the assortment of tall flowers of all species and colours, projections of the Cheshire cat popping up haphazardly on different parts of her floor, a never-ceasing grin plaguing Elizabeth’s thoughts.

Then her eyes landed on the eyesore that was an iron door. It led to her bedroom full of books, everything from Science, Poisons, and Torture to fairy tales, and books on flower language.

A loud bell tolling made the girl physically jump out of her thoughts. She huffs, climbing out of her hammock. She looks down at her Pajamas, “This certainly won’t do.” She walks over to the locked iron door as a voice over the intercom speaks.

"The girl on the bottom floor is hereby a sacrifice. All floors please make preparations."

“Yeah, Yeah, I know. We hear this every week. Jesus Christ.” She mumbles, rolling her eyes as she groans, yet again. She strips out of her Pajamas and exchanges them for a more suitable get-up. Once she was dressed she gave herself a once-over in the mirror.

She is wearing a blue dress with puffy sleeves that goes down to her knees, a white apron that stops just shy of the bottom of her dress, a black bow to cinch in her waist, and a bow around her neck. She put on some thigh-high white socks and finished off the look with a black bow in her hair, some white lace wrist gloves, and a pocket watch which she attached to her waist.

“Okay, done.” She starts to walk out of the room before her eyes widen, she quickly goes back in and picks up a small bottle of Cyanide. The party table has an extensive number of real-looking cakes and other foods, it is situated in the middle of a clearing surrounded by a mix of (fake) pine trees and a few large glowing mushrooms. Elizabeth metaphorically rolls up her sleeves and gets to work on the tea.

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hi violet, can i req for gilbert, prompt forbidden love? if it's ok i'll leave it up to you whether if it's gonna be a fic or hc :) thank you

A/N: You all voted for this to be an Angel / Devil AU and here we are.

CW: death, sickness, war

Gilbert x Reader

Word Count: 2650

1095: the Holy Land

The first time you see him it is over a rising cloud of brown dust, stamped from the earth by a cacophony of hooves and sandaled feet charging at each other. Sunlight glints off curved steel and chain mail as blades from both sides bite into flesh, punctuating the haze with red droplets.

Through the blood and dust you see him, walking amid the chaos. He is, quite simply, the most beautiful being you have ever seen. Every movement exudes grace, from the bend of his torso to the tilt of his head. He is so arresting that you stop in your tracks, frozen under the burning sun, watching him across the din until he turns his head. Fatefully, his gaze finds yours. His eyes, the clearest, deepest red you have ever seen, pull you in, like a fishing line cast into the ocean. You find yourself moving towards him, the epicurean tide drawn to the beauty of the ethereal moon, breathless with something. Time stands still, all sound dwindling into nothingness. The screaming of men, the groaning of the dying, the frenzied cries of horses, it all fades when he smiles, your heart suddenly caught in the curve of his lips, the line of his jaw.

And then he sees you clearly, as the dust begins to clear, as the last man lays gasping, calling for his mother. He sees you and his beautiful face darkens with an emotion you are all too familiar with. The shadowed mask of fear.

You blink and he is gone.

1348: London, England

It is nearly a millennium before you see him again. You step outside of the small, dank house, the smell of sickness lingering in the air. It clings to you, the sheen of rot and ejecta, and you are grateful for a moment’s respite. It is then you see him, walking alongside the rickety wooden cart piled high with bodies, some still oozing sickness from their sores.

“Bring out your dead!”

The man pulling the cart and yelling is sweating, salty droplets of water leave tracks in the dirt caked on his sallow skin. His heartbeat is too fast, too erratic but he fights it, the fist squeezing his lungs, wanting to get just one more footstep further away from this thing they call the Black Death.

But then his voice is gone, his knees buckling as his heart finally gives up the fight. Gilbert, draped in robes the color of twilight, kneels in the dirt road beside him. You watch as his pale hand touches the man’s face and soothes back his matted hair. He speaks and whatever you expected his voice to sound like, it is not this. Not like the soft sound of the wind sweeping across rolling plains. Not like the velvet depth of night, when darkness blankets the mortal world.

“Hello Richard." He is gentle, so very gentle. "My name is Gilbert." He cups the man's face with a tender hand. "It’s ok, my friend. There is nothing to fear. It’s simply time to let go.”

Like a being transfixed, you watch as he guides the soul from its prison of flesh and bones, and with a wave of his hand, sends it on its way.

“You look so young.”

The words leave you before you can stop them. You know speaking to him is forbidden and yet, somehow, it feels as natural to you as sunlight.

He looks up at your words and again, the flicker of fear burns in the red brightness of his eyes. He rises slowly and you admire the way he conquers it so quickly.

“I’m older than you.”

He knows he should not answer you and yet he does, turning to face you fully now. You tilt your chin upwards, letting him look, letting him drink his fill of the sight of you.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

Something dances across his face, tears his gaze away from your form.

“My duties were elsewhere for a time.”

The story behind his words is in his eyes, straining to be freed. His lips burn with the need to tell you more.

And then the bell tolls and you both look in its direction.

Time is fleeting. You have work to do.

With great effort you turn away from him, walking toward the next sad building reeking of death. When you look over your shoulder, past the curve of your leathery wings, you find him watching you.

And you smile.

1839: Mazatlán, Mexico

The winds and water have washed away the small town on the coast. There is nothing left of it, aside from bits of broken buildings and bodies lying in watery graves.

An old woman with a broken back lays, panting heavily as the light slowly fades from her dark eyes. You approach her, your heavy robes trailing in the dirty water and mud. When she sees you, her breathing quickens, her eyes widen and her fingers, old and gnarled and broken, scramble to touch the worn silver cross that has hung around her neck for the last sixty-eight years. Little does she know it too has been lost in the storm. You kneel beside her and she whimpers, her whole body trembling as you reach down, laying your hand on her forehead.

“Por favor,” her voice creaks, “por favor.”

“Begging won’t save you now. You know the life you led. The women you sold. The children.” It doesn’t matter what you say. They can always understand you.

Her body spasms as you reach for her, the real her, the essence inside. Her last words die unspoken on her lips as you send her soul to its journey's end..

Rising, you scan the debris, feel the call of so many souls and you are weary. You make your way towards the beach, stepping over the rubble until you have reached the soft, white sand and smooth gray boulders. You slump down against one of them, tired. The sand is soft, the boulders warm with collected sunlight. You have learned to appreciate the simple things of this plane of existence. The sound of the ocean. The smell of the salty air.

“So even your kind needs a break.”

That voice.

He is standing above you, backlit by the sun, and you wholly believe he is worthy of the countless prayers shot to the heavens by pleading lips.

You can’t help but smile. “Come sit with me. Take a break yourself.”

He smiles back and your heart cracks open, bursting with something newborn and unexpected. Something you can’t give a name to, yet.

“Isn’t there a story about a garden and a serpent that starts this way?” But he lowers himself until he is next to you. His arm brushes yours and it feels like holy fire.

“I shouldn’t be here.” Your voice is softer than usual as you watch the roll of the waves along the beach. A single shoe made for a tiny foot bobs alone in the water. Its former owner is his responsibility. Babies always are.

“You’re doing your job.”

“No, I mean here. With you.”

The words sound as loud to your ears as the waves crashing into the rocks scattered about the shallows. Embarrassed, you start to move away from him, from his warmth and his light and his heavenly smile.

And then you feel his hand wrap around yours, the dawn grasping the dusk, and he pulls you towards him.

Falling into his embrace is easy, so much easier than you ever would have believed, easier than you could have dreamed. Easier than all the rules that say it is forbidden would have you think it is. He is light and warmth to your shadow and shade. You drink him in, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close against you. He gasps softly into your hungry mouth, stunned by the feel of you.

His kind have always been told a litany of warnings to stay away from you. That nothing good will ever come of associating with devils. That he would burn in the pit fires of hell if the rules were ever broken. And oh he is burning, just not the way they described.

As he pulls you against him, your softness yielding to the planes of his body, he does burn. He burns with a singular need to kiss you, to touch you, to claim you as his. He burns with a desire far more dangerous than hellfire. It sharpens him, hardens him, shifts his purpose with every movement of your lips against his. Your mouth is ambrosia. Nothing will ever taste as good ever again. He will forever be thirsty for it. The feel of your hands, pressed against his back, just under his wings, is branded into him, changing him, claiming him.

It is only the tolling of the celestial bell that falls like an ax through the haze of your lust. The call to work.

“I must go.” He looks over his shoulder, then back to you, his dark hair falling across his forehead in a way that makes your fingers ache to touch it. “We’ll meet again.”

He stands slowly, spreads his large, white feathery wings and in a rush of wind, a flash of light, he’s gone, leaving you alone on the beach with the mournful sobs of the dying, the monotonous lull of the ocean’s waves and his kiss burning on your lips.

October 1916: Somme River; Picardy, Northern France

It feels wrong, rushing to meet him with the thunderous sounds of war rocking the world, and the deadly fog of mustard gas rising like a cobra to sink its fangs into shaking men. Even you shudder as the shrill cry of artillery shells and the spitting rage of the machine guns echo hell on earth. Men are dying in record numbers but it is precisely for this reason that you can meet. The bloody ground with its endless sea of death and destruction masks your movements from anyone who may wonder where exactly you are. Too many souls departing too quickly. Everyone is busy, thanks to men and their thirst for war. Angels and devils alike roam the ravaged fields, answering the call of the doomed.

He waits for you behind a burned-out house amid charred, leafless trees. You gasp when you see him. One eye is covered by a swath of black silk.

“What happened?” Your hands are on his face, now familiar to your touch. You have loved him for almost a century, a drop in the ocean of time, and yet, short as it may be, it feels essential. Sacred.

“They know.”

Those two words sink into your heart like a stone, dragging you down into a trench of despair. He has lost an eye in punishment. There will be more coming. The sky above you explodes orange against gray.

There are so many words that they stifle your speech, stacking one behind the other in your throat. None of them will change anything. None of them will save you. He reaches out, pulling you into the shelter of his embrace, a tender kiss placed on the top of your head, between your short, black horns.

“It will be alright. I have a plan.”

You tilt your face up to look at him as the world rumbles, heavy tanks rolling like moving fortresses through the dead fields.

“I will come for you. Give me time.” He sounds so sure.

Dread crawls up your spine with tiny, grasping claws but you nod slowly. You trust him.

He leans down, pressing a light kiss to your lips, a small beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounds you, the darkness that fills you. Then he steps away, unfurls his pristine wings, and vanishes, leaving you alone amid the wreckage.

2023: St. Anne’s Nursing Center; Regina, Canada.

The old man sees you, although his eyes stopped working years ago. Ignoring the exhausted muttering of the overworked nurse, his drawn face, etched with lines and mottled with brown spots, turns towards the doorway where you stand.

You are never who they want to see. You with your black wings and horns, with your fiery eyes and ashen skin. You, devil. His heart, worn and faded, skips its final beat as you walk over, curling your cool fingers around his frail wrist.

He wants to scream but all that comes out is a wheeze of fetid breath. Holding his wrist in your hand you lean down, lips close to his ear.

“It’s time.”

Every last living cell in his body wants to fight and you sigh, tightening your hold on him. It’s not a pleasant end when they fight, especially once they realize where they are going. And this one has reason to fight. His soul is as tainted as can be, a history of violence and hate and a pile of bones that will eventually be unearthed in the far corner of his remote property. Too many for just one person.

He submits, his soul needing to be pried from its cage of weak bone and flaccid muscle before you are finally able to send it down, down, down where it belongs.

There are others here, dancing on the edge of this life and the beyond, but none require your attention. Not today. You leave the now still body, making your way down the generic beige hallway and across the dated, olive-green tile of the entrance until you are outside, breathing in the cold, clean winter air.

Above you, the sky is black, the moon only a sliver of silver amid the twinkling stars. You’re about to move on when you hear it. The unmistakable beat of wings.

You turn and you see him, dropping down to the ground in one elegant movement. What you see brings both hands to your mouth, snatches the breath from your lungs.

Gone are the soft white feathers of his wings. They have been plucked out, burned away. The bloody leftovers re-formed into the stretched black leather of bat wings, darker than yours and wider. His robes are darkest obsidian, his hair midnight kissed by stars. And sprouting from it, the surest sign of what he has done: long, black horns, curled like a ram’s and deadly sharp.

“No…..no……” You know what this means and it brings you to your knees, right there on the icy pavement. His red eye is aflame with determination as he walks over to you, leaning down to take a strong hold of your arms and lift you again.

“It was the only way.” His voice is steady, gentle but sure.

You shake your head. “You are Fallen. You know what He will do. What you will have to do to prove yourself.” The Morningstar is cruelest to those just like Him.

Gilbert brushes your soft hair back, his skin pale as bone, now cold as ice.

“I will not only endure it, but I will conquer it and prove that I have earned a place among His agents. Perhaps….even….conquer Him.” His expression softens as he cups your face, his thumb stroking the line of your cheekbone. “I can master anything. You are by my side. You,” he pauses, his voice a whisper that roars louder than thunder, “are the reason for it all.”

And then his mouth is on yours and you melt against him, love for him clouding the danger of his words, the fear of what is to come. You wrap your arms around him and you return his kiss hungrily, greedily, covetous. His teeth sink into your lower lip, his wings extending to black out the sky before wrapping themselves around you, his hands grasping at your robes, yanking handfuls of it away from your skin until he can take hold of the soft underside of your thighs. With a deep growl he lifts you, pulling you against him, his unbound lust finally free.

After all…..he too is now a devil.

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tytarax · 4 months

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Dance of the Damned (Little surprise)

I'm still working on the second chapter. But below, I bring you some information about how the character of death, _____, works in my Hazbin Hotel fanfic. I hope you enjoy it.

Powers:

Soul Harvesting: The primary ability of Death is to collect the souls of the deceased and guide them to their final destination, whether it be Heaven or Hell.

Invisibility and Ubiquity: She can move almost invisible between the living, being noticeable in the sight of people who are close to dying or only as a warning.

Universal Knowledge: She has complete knowledge of the life of every living being and the ability to see past and future events related to death.

Manipulation of Life Energy: She can manipulate life energy, either to strengthen or weaken living beings or even to grant a second chance to those seeking redemption (something that you will eventually see in the story).

General Operation:

Universal Balance: Death works in harmony with cosmic forces to maintain a balance between life and death in the universe.

Guidance and Counseling: In addition to harvesting souls, Death can act as a counselor for those crossing the threshold, offering guidance or assessing their actions in life. She does that mostly with animals.

Post Mortem Judgment: Death can conduct judgments to determine the final fate of souls, based on their actions and choices in life. (At least in this fanfic)

Interaction with Other Supernatural Beings (Obviously): She can interact with other supernatural entities, such as angels, demons, and even God, to maintain stability in the world of the occult.

Limitations:

Higher Decisions: Although she has power over death, there may be limitations imposed by higher forces, such as God. She can only act when a being is about to die or when it has already died. In very rare cases, God gives her the authority to kill someone who is in good health.

Cosmic Laws: Death must adhere to certain cosmic laws or rules governing the process of life and death, preventing her from abusing her powers.

Inability to Change the Past: Despite her knowledge, Death may be unable to change past events or alter the natural course of time.

Emotions and Compassion: Despite her nature, Death might be affected by emotions and have compassion for certain individuals, complicating their work.

Negotiations with Powerful Beings: Some souls might be protected or negotiated for by powerful beings, limiting Death's ability to make final decisions in certain cases.

Here's a drawing of how I imagine her, naturally, you can imagine here as you like.

I was inspired by a drawing I had made a long time ago personifying death. I'm way too lazy to draw her more Hazbin Hotel-ish.

Chapter 1

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blackrosesandwhump · 4 months

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Whumpuary No. 10: Angels of Death

10. (Jan 19-20) Desperation / Gunpoint / Can't stay awake

CW: blood, bleeding out, scars, near death

Blood, everywhere, seeping down from Zack’s gut, spilling onto the tiled floor. His hand fell limp at his side, covered in crimson where he’d pressed on the open wound. His eyes fluttered shut and opened slowly again.

“I can’t…I can’t stay awake…”

“But you have to, Zack. You have to stay awake. You can’t die here.” Ray knelt next to him and shook him gently.

His eyes snapped back open. “Ow! That hurts! Don’t shake me like that. I’m…awake…” His voice petered out, and his head slipped to one side. More blood trickled from the slice in his stomach. Ray pressed her own hand over it, drawing close enough to feel his shallow breath on her skin.

“Please, Zack…I need you. I’ll find a way to fix you up…but you have to stay awake for me.”

He heaved a ragged gasp and straightened up a little, groaning. “Can’t guarantee that, but…you can start with this.” He lifted his arm to her, gritting his teeth with effort. “Take them off.”

“Take them off…?”

“The bandages, you idiot. You can use them on this stupid gash.”

Slowly, gently, Ray unwound the layers of gauze. And under the bandages, carved into his colorless skin: scars. Deep, ugly scars, hideous and—real.

“Quit staring. I’m bleeding out here.”

“I’m…I’m sorry, Zack,” Ray said.

Silence descended as she worked, and after a while the bleeding slowed, at least a little bit.

But those scars. The scars on Zack’s arm showed even starker through the smear of blood.

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angelic-fertility-potion-au · 5 days

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Written by @bunny-is-cute

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Major Triggers: OC Unaliving🔪🔫, dead dove do not eat💀🕊️🚫🍽️, abduction

STAR-CROSSED AND CHIP-TOSSED

“CHARM PICK A SONG!” Chip shouted at his twin as she was flipping through her playlist! “Or better yet, put on your headphones!” The brash kitten said.

The girl rolled her eyes, “would use them if someone hadn’t broken them!”

“…of those were yours?”

The two kittens began to rough house, which was stopped when a slightly taller cat stepped in.

“Chip! Charm! Stop it!” Ivy spoke firmly and yet gently. She was the more maternal of the siblings. Ivy reached into her back, a brown crossbody that she always carried with her. “Here Charm, you can use mine. They’re also soundproof.”

“Yeah! Thanks, Ivy!” Charm said and went back to her place on the couch. Chip pouted and crossed his arms, bored and frustrated as most kids were.

“You know Padre and Dad were saying it’s time you and Charm had your own bedrooms now. Wanna start planning what you want your new room to look like?”

“Hell yeah!” Chip said and began storming up the stairs as Star, the eldest sister in the family, was coming down. She looked dressed up. “Hey Ive, any sign of my ride?”

“Ride?” Ivy questioned. “Where are you going?”

“Just out with some old friends I haven’t seen in, like, forever,” Star said. “After this entire thing, I just wanna feel like a normal girl again. Ya know? And normal girls go out and have fun with friends! So you don’t mind watching the terror twins do you?”

Ivy looked a tad concerned, “Yeah I don’t mind. But…please be careful.”

The sound of knocking was heard.

“I know Ives! I will be! Sometimes you’re such a worrywart!” Star said and hugged her sister and headed for the foyer where the door was.

Ivy went back to the living room, ready to grab a few things before she joined Chip upstairs to help him design his new room.

Ivy walked out of the living room and saw — the scatter of flower petals and the color of golden blood flowing onto the floor.

There, standing in the doorway was a 10-foot tall, slender, somewhat muscular, and broad-shouldered moth demon with lavender skin and lacking pupils and irises in his cerise-pink eyes but the demon was wearing gold-rimmed, heart-shaped sunglasses with cerise lenses. In his hand was a smoking gun.

“You’re not Angel!” The man shouted and held the gun to Star’s head and without hesitation, pulled the trigger.

Star collapsed to the ground.

Ivy didn’t know why she wasn’t screaming, but it felt like someone held a hand to her throat.

“One down. Two to go,” the man said and looked over and saw the Ivy. “Oh~ he had more babies I see…and a pretty little kitty at that,” he said and approached the girl. Ivy began to back away, but she felt that she couldn’t move. Fear had made her so scared that the only movement she could do was shivering.

“Such a beautiful face…poor haircut but nothing that can’t be fixed…and you look almost like him~” the moth man spoke to Ivy. “Unlike your sister, I can see promise inside you.”

The sound of a door was heard and the sound of someone running down the stairs was heard. “Hey hurry up Ivy—wait whose—“ BANG!

Ivy felt her breathing hitch as she saw his body fall down the tests of the stairs, with an auditable crack that would forever haunt Ivy’s nightmares.

“These are angelic bullets,” he whispered to Ivy’s ear as he held the smoking gun to Ivy’s head. “Now…are there anyone else in the mansion?”

Ivy’s mind went to Charm — who was in the living room. Had she heard the commotion? It was loud enough for the sound-canceling headphones to hear at least a thud. Ivy fought the urge to dart her eyes to the side where the living room led. Instead, she kept her eyes on the demon before her, seeing her reflection in the reflection of the heart-shaped glasses.

She managed to shake her head. The gun was still pointed at her left side.

The demon let out a chuckle, “Good,” he instantly grabbed Ivy’s upper arms and pulled her in close. “te ves hermosa~ Tell me what is your name?”

With a shaky jaw, the cat managed to say, “I…vy.”

“Ivy? Well, I can always call you Vee~ just perfect for the Vees…or maybe Vine~? That also starts with V….or you can be my Hiedra?”

Ivy wasn’t even seeing him anymore. She was zoning out as her eyes drifted to her sister’s corpse…gold was supposed to be a beautiful color…

Valentino took a drag from his cigarette, which Ivy didn’t even notice he held on one of his other hands, and he blew the pink smoke in her face, making everything seem fuzzy before she fell forward, leaning on him unwillingly.

She heard him chuckle, “Now that Hiedra, show me what your Papito gave ya….”

And then she didn’t know anything anymore…

Valentino picked up the small winged cat and carried her out of her mansion and to his awaiting limousine. He climbed in with the girl in his lap and he couldn’t help but remember a similar scene that played in his mind nearly 20 years ago.

The limousine drove off quickly…and Valentino didn’t even see the youngest member of the litter looking out the window.

Charm watched the limo get smaller and smaller until it was no longer in sight.

What broke her out of her trance was the sound of a cell phone ringing. She looked down at her phone and saw her Dad’s picture with her and Chip. She answered it.

“CHARM GET YOUR SIBLINGS AND GET TO THE SAFE HOUSE! NOW!” Her Dad yelled at her, still wearing the headphones that Ivy had lent her. She looked down, at the phone. “It’s…too late…”

“WHAT?! CHARM WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

Charm walked automatically and saw Chip, her twin, and best friend, dead…blood was pulled from him when his head landed poorly and his neck snapped. There was also blood from the gunshot wound in his chest. “Chip’s dead Daddy,” was all she could say before she dropped her phone and began walking to where Star was left…

“CHARM?! CHARM?! ANSWER ME!” Her daddy’s words rang in her eyes, but she might as well be as deaf as Vegas at the moment because she didn’t hear him anymore.

Husk could soon hear the most primal cry he’d ever heard. A cry from his baby.

The call soon dropped and Husk felt his soul split in that moment. He dropped his phone and he was soon consumed with unbearable rage.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 10 months

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Epilogue

Prologue Part 66

Series Masterlist

Well dear readers, this is end. Thank you so much for coming on this ride with me.

Contains: Nothing but the fluffiest of fluff and smut

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“This was our own kind of fairy tale, and I knew we had finally reached the happily ever after." - Juliana Haygert

"Morning beloved."

Jax sighed and cracked open one eye to look at the clock, "Good morning darlin. We slept late."

You nodded, "Yes we did, but that's not the end of the world. It's not even a two hours drive."

Jax smiled and cupped your cheek with his warm hand, "We're married."

You smiled, "We are. You wanna go downstairs? I'm sure we have a full house."

Jax nodded, "Why not, we can even stay for a long brunch since you did all out packing three days ago." Jax closed the distance and kissed you and you laid your hand on his cheek as the kiss deepened.

You pulled away after giving him one last peck and ran your thumb over his cheek, "We have plenty of time to do what's on your mind over the next week and a half and we really have to get going so no funny business."

Jax chuckled, "Alright, but the moment we're alone in the house you're all mine."

You kissed his cheek and got up, "Don't be silly Jackson, I'm yours already."

You headed downstairs after you and Jax shared a quick shower, and Jax threw your bags into the car while you fixed him a meal. Everyone was still there, and while they looked tired, they were smiling.

"How did we do with the clean up?" Kozik sounded so smug.

You smiled, "You guys did amazing, it's like we never even had a party."

Billy chuckled, "Don't let them take all the credit, we stayed back and helped even though they lost the bet."

Jax returned and fluffed Abel's hair, "Well, we're grateful regardless of who did the work." He turned to you with a smile, "The car's all packed darlin."

You handed Jax his plate and sighed, "Once we've had something to eat we'll go."

"We could always just give you a month's worth of meed and lock you in your bedroom." Hodgins had been smiling like a schoolgirl since your vows, you guessed because he and Angela talked about what he wrote that fateful day.

Jax smirked and you shook your head, "Don't go looking like that Teller, the soul purpose of that was so the couple made a baby."

Jax laughed, "Don't worry darlin, I would miss our fully booked itinerary for the world."

Sam shook his head, "You created an itinerary for your honeymoon. Ima and I just… We didn't have one."

You held back a smile, "Oh, there's plenty of free time and I'm not going to elaborate."

Sam screwed up his face, "Please don't."

Jax leaned in and buried his face in Abel's hair, "We better get going darlin."

You nodded, "Of course." You walked over to them and Abel reached out for your hand, "Daddy and I will be back soon but you can call us everyday and we'll only be two hours away."

Abel smiled, "I know mummy, I'll miss you."

You took a deep breath, Jax may have been away from him for fourteen months but this was the longest you would be away from him.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, "I'll miss you too sweetie."

****

This was the first time you were happy about being a passenger in your own car, "So the fridge is fully stocked with all our favourites and there's a cabin about a mile away where the Anvil staff come and go, however, there's someone staying at another safehouse in the area so they'll be busy."

Jax's eyes didn't leave the road, "Who's in the safehouse."

You rolled your eyes, "You know I can't tell you that."

Jax smirked, "Come on y/n, we're married, your secrets are my secrets."

You sighed, "It's a senator, he wanted a holiday and that's all I'm going to say."

Jax chuckled, "I can get it out of you."

You shook your head, "Well, you can try. We're almost there and the road is about to get rough so can you pay attention. If you fuck up my car on your first real day as my husband I'm not going to be happy."

Jax took one hand off the wheel and placed it on your upper thigh, "Don't worry about that darlin, I ain't going to let anything happen."

Jax eyes almost popped out of his head when you reached the lakehouse, between the private lake and the beautiful house, he had no idea where to look, "Wow, this place is amazing."

You nodded, "Yep and see that big bay window?" Jax's eyes landed on the circular window that stuck out from the face of the house, "That's the main bedroom."

Jax grinned, "That is amazing." You went to grab a bag but Jax stopped you, "I'll do that darlin, what kind of husband would I be if I let my wife carried heavy bags?"

You wrinkled your eyebrows, "A husband who knows his wife can handle it?"

Jax shook his head, "Nope, I'll get the bags, you open up."

You sighed, "Fine my love, hell, I'll even let you light the fire."

Jax paused his task of getting the bag and pulled you into his arms, "And if your perfect planning is anything to go by, we have a few hours before our restaurant reservation." It was clear by this tone what was on his mind.

You tried to dodge it, "Yeah, well I thought we could have a snack and go for a walk, the forest is so nice right now."

Jax bit his lower lip, "Oh, I could go for a snack."

You shook your head, "What you're thinking of eating has no nutritional benefit."

He ran his thumb down your neck to your shirt and played with the buttons, "Come on darlin, we both know how much you'll enjoy it."

You sighed, "After a snack and a walk."

Jax smirked, "I'll make it worth you while."

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his neck and Jax let out a grunt as your teeth nipped his skin, "You better."

****

The world had narrowed to Jax's mouth on your flesh. He had one arm pressing down your hips and the other wrapped around your leg like a vice to hold you open. You had lost count of the passing minutes and Jax seemed determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from your bones.

You thought about tugging on his hair but had reached the point of resigning to Jax's will long ago. You couldn't even whimper as you crested the peak again, your vision going white as Jax held you tight to him. Jax finally took mercy on you, pulling away from your centre and placing gentle kisses on your thighs as you came down.

Jax made his way up your body, stopping to kiss your skin as he went along. His smile was smug as he took in your heaving chest and sweat damp face, "You good?"

By the look in his eyes, you didn't manage the glare you were trying for, "Am I good? I can't feel my feet. You are such a dick."

Jax chuckled, "Sorry darlin, you were making such pretty noises." You lifted your head off the pillow and pressed your lips to his, tasing yourself on him as Jax's hand cupped your face. You ran a hand down his bare chest but Jax stopped you before you reached his belt, "Don't worry about me y/n, there's plenty of time for that when we get back from dinner."

"But…"

Jax shook his head, "No buts."

You sighed, "Alright, I need a nap, and a shower."

Jax chuckled, "I'm alright with that." He took you in his arms and you rested your head on his chest, "You ever been to this place?"

You nodded, "Once when we were here buying the place, it's nice."

Jax stroked your bare back and buried his nose in your hair, "I can't wait."

****

Jax plucked your coat off the hook and slid it over your shoulders before heading for the door. Jax was just in his flannel so you pointed to his kutte with a quizzical expression, "You're not wearing your kutte?"

Jax shook his head, "I just want to be your husband for the night, it's not like you're wearing your lab coat."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, "That's different. I love you the way you are Jax, the MC and all."

Jax walked over to you and took you into his arms, "I know, but we're honeymooning in a small town with no one around and I want to go to a nice restaurant and just enjoy my night." He held up a hand, "And I know what you're going to say, I don't care about people looking either. I want to spend the next week and a half as just your husband."

You knew there was no point in protesting, "Ok Jax."

You pressed your lips to his and Jax smiled into the kiss, "We better head off darlin."

You and Jax walked arm in arm to the car and you didn't even bother protesting before handing Jax the keys, "Don't get used to it."

He smirked, "Shouldn't a husband drive his wife everywhere?"

You shook your head, "Not in her car."

Jax opened your door for you and pecked your check, "I'll make it up to you later."

The drive to the restaurant was short and peaceful. Jax pulled up to the small parking lot and helped you out of the car before opening the main doors for you. You headed to the host stand and gave your name and they led you to the nicest table by the fire.

Jax looked around with his eyes wide, "This place is super fancy."

You nodded, "It's got two Michelin stars."

Jax reached across the table and grabbed your hand, "I've never eaten at a Michelin star restaurant before."

"Well, do you want me to order for you?" The menu was pretty simple but Jax loved it when you helped him try new things.

He squeezed your hand and, right on cue, the waiter wandered over, "How is your evening?"

You smiled, "Wonderful, thank you for asking."

The waiter gestured to the menu, "Are you ready to order?"

You nodded, "My husband and I will get the chef's choice please, two large dishes and two to share and whatever wine will go with it. And two desserts, please."

The waiter smiled, "Brillant, that's what we always suggest. The food will be out in twenty minutes and I’ll get your wine for you now.”

"I wonder what we'll get." You could see how excited Jax was.

You shrugged, "We'll see but I think it will be good."

Exactly twenty minutes later, the waiter came out with the serving plater piled high, "Sole meunière, escargot, coq au vin and a lentil salad with goat cheese, pared with the Château Margaux 2001 that I brought out earlier. I will bring dessert when you are done with your mains."

Jax blinked and sipped his wine, "What do I try first?"

You shrugged, "Well since we're sharing everything it doesn't matter but I'm trying the Sole meunière first."

Jax raised an eyebrow, "Which is?"

You pointed to the fish, "That one."

****

Jax sat back in his chair and sighed, the Creme Burle and chocolate mouse polished off along with the bubbly dessert wine, "I couldn't eat another thing."

You chuckled, "Thank God, I don't think I could take it."

Jax gave you a look, "On second thoughts."

You shook your head, "Don't you even think about it, I have plans for when we get home and you are not going to spoil them."

Jax smirked, "Then we better get home." His eye wrinkled as you stood up and he pointed to the food, "What about the check?"

You waved your hand, "Already dealt with. I can't say much but Anvil has done a lot for this place so you don't need to worry about it."

Jax blinked, "I'm not going to ask."

You nodded, "That's a good idea." You held out our arm and Jax looped his around it, "Shall we?"

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, "We shall."

The drive home was just as nice as the drive and there and the moment you were out of the car, Jax was kicking off his shoes and racing to the bedroom to light the fire.

You sat on the bed watching as the warm light filled the room with gentle heat and Jax swaggered over to you and stood between your legs, "So these plans of yours, you wanna tell me what they are?"

You smiled and stood up, running your hands down the buttons of his shirt, "Whatever you would like husband?"

You admired Jax's ability to pull himself together because as soon desperation crossed his face, it was gone, "My choice?"

You nodded, "Yep, you're choice."

Jax leaned down and kissed you gently before kissing his way across your cheek to whisper in your ear as his hands pushed your dress off your shoulders and into the floor, "On your stomach, you know how much I love your crow."

****

"How can a small town have so many fancy shops?" Jax pointed to the sign, "Larry's Creamery, best butter on one the west coast, this place has won awards."

You nodded, "Yep. They do everything, including raising the cows."

Jax threw his arm over your shoulder, "When I read make butter and go on the factory tour, I did not think you meant like this."

You smiled, "Oh my love, we're not using the big fancy metal machines. We're going to make our own artesian butter using a Victorian churn."

Jax shook his head and sighed as you reached the rest of the tour group, "Darlin, there's no one under fifty here."

You nodded, "It's a quiet town. Trust me, it's a good way to spend a day."

A woman in a bright red apron came out of the small barn style shop front with a smile on her face and her arms loaded with steal buckets, "Hello everyone, I'm Edith and I'm so happy you could all come today. In a moment, I'm going to hand a bucket and we'll head to the pasture to milk our cows. Show of hands who's done that before."

Your hand shot up and Jax chuckled, "Of course you have."

You bumped him with your elbow, "Behave dear."

The woman continued, "after we've got our fresh milk, we'll take it to our dairy, where we'll make the butter and after that, while the butter getting nice and cold in the iceboxes, we'll go on the factory tour."

You pressed your lips to Jax's chin and took his hand, "Have you ever done this before Teller?"

He shook his head, "Nope but you know how much I love it when you explain things to me." Jax brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "Have I told you that I love you today?"

You nodded, "Yes, three times in fact. I love you too Jackson."

You walked to the pasture hand in hand and arrived at the grassy field. Edith yelled out and pointed to a stack of wooden stools, "Our ladies are well trained and love people, they walked over to where you put the stool."

Jax raced off and came back with two stools in hand and a smile on his face, "How about over there?"

Jax pointed to a flat area where the grass was already eaten, "That looks great my love."

Sure enough, the moment to stool was down a cow wandered over and mooed happily as you reached out, "I'm glad you volunteered Darlin, you're good at that."

You shook your head and stood up, "Swap with me, you're learning how to do this." Jax blinked, "Come on, it's not that hard. What kind of wife would I be if I didn't get you to try new things."

Jax took your seat and you leaned over, wrapping your hand around his to show him how to do it as a grin grew on his face, "This is easy."

You nodded, "As easy as pie."

Jax chuckled, "As easy as butter you mean?"

You pressed your lips to his cheek, "You are a bucket of laughs Teller."

****

The dairy looked like something out of a historical YouTuube video, with its white tile walls and dark wood fixings. After you washed your hands, a man in a candy stripper vest wandered out of a back room and stood in front of everyone with a smile, "Hello everyone, my name's Barry and I'm the head butter maker here at the creamery."

He walked over to a cupboard and threw the doors open, "In here, we have all our different flavours, all at your disposal. Please head over and pick something, or don't, our nothing but salt and cream is one of our best sellers."

Jax pointed towards the shelves, "What are we going to make darlin?"

You looked over the jars, "Well since it's raw milk, they have to salt it so what about, lemon and garlic?"

Jax smiled, "That sounds great darlin."

You headed over to the cupboard and returned a few moments later with the ingredients and waited for the next instructions, "Now way back when, you would have had to scald all your equipment but we do that for you so you're going to take that fancy spoon by the churn and skim the cream off, you'll know when you've got it all because the liquid will run through the spoon and leave nothing."

You handed it to Jax who pecked the tip of your nose, "Thank you darlin."

It didn't take long until all the cream was in the butter churn and you were ready for the next step, "Now this is why this is a group activity because you are going to take turns churning the butter. These are plunder churners so all you need to do is lift the plunger up and down, you can even give it a bit of a twist. Once the butter starts to form, throw the cloth on your table around the top so you don't splash. Don't work to fast, keep a nice steady pace."

Jax watched as you took the plunger and started to churn the cream, "You've done this before too, haven't you?"

You nodded, "Yep, it's fun."

Jax chuckled, "Of course you have. How long is this going to take?"

You thought for a moment, "It's a little chilly so a while. You know, men weren't allowed in dairies way back when, they saying was that 'men only brought dust into a dairy', so you should enjoy it while it lasts."

Jax chuckled, "Really, you wanna tell me more?"

You nodded, "That had to be kept very clean and you couldn't make butter when you were in a bad mood. Also, some kinds of butter are made from fresh milk like ours and some kinds of butter are made from sour milk. This is called a dairy because it's small, the business is called a creamery because that's what they used to call large butter factories."

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder, "Why couldn't you make butter in a bad mood?"

"Because they were worried it would make it taste bad." Jax had that tone in his voice like a little kid ready for school, "Although, I don't know how your nerd kink would make the butter taste."

Jax chuckled, "I guess we're about to find out."

You swapped with Jax halfway through and before you knew it, there was a ball of butter at the bottom of the churn. Once the same had happened to everyone, Barry walked to the top of the classroom again. "Now for the next step, you're going to squeeze and wash your butter. If you want to keep the butter milk, we have little glass bottles there for you."

You handed the ball of butter you had just wrapped in cheesecloth to Jax and pointed to the bowl of ice water on the table, "Put those big strong hands to use and squeeze."

Jax sighed, "Now's who's the one being kinky."

You shook your head, "Teller, if you want this butter to last us it has to have no buttermilk in in. I'm being practical."

Jax gave you a look, "Sure darlin."

Jax watched Barry carefully as he went through the steps on how to clean the butter and then he was handing you the yellow ball so you could flavour it, "Are you sure this is going to taste good darlin?"

You nodded, "Yes I am, would you like to try some?" His eyebrows wrinkled, "Just take a tiny bit."

Jax did as you asked and smiled as it melted over his tongue, "Wow, that's good."

You smiled, "Yes it is. Now I'm going to wrap it all up nice and put it in the fridge with our buttermilk. We can get it after we go look at all the fancy machines."

Jax grinned, "Whatever you want wife."

****

Jax looked around at all the stainless steel and rolled his shoulder, "Why did we have to spend all that time using that old thing when we could have just used that?"

You chuckled, "Well, we've got the couples massage tomorrow, so you won't need to worry about your aching much longer."

Jax smiled softly and wrapped his arm around your waist, "Sam's right, you should be running the country."

You shook your head, "No one wants that, plus do you really want to be the first, first gentleman?"

Jax smirked, "I like the ring of that, we can have church in the oval office."

You raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I would have thought you would have wanted to use the oval office for other things?"

Jax leaned in close and his lips brushed your ear, "That reminds me, I have a fantasy I want to fulfil."

You shook your head, "No, we are not fucking a foot away from where my brother sits."

Jax chuckled, "How did you know I was going to say that and not that I want to call you Madam President?" You gave him a look and he bit his lower lip, "Ok darlin, I'm guilty. You gotta admit you'd enjoy it."

You sighed, "I would, and I may have thought about the same thing myself but that doesn't change the fact that it would be weird."

Jax seemed to concede but you could still see a flicker in his eye, "Oh well, there's always my office and the garage, and T-M's office and the bar."

You put your palm to your face, "You are insufferable." You pointed to the machines the group had just walked to, the tour guide's voice floating in, "Now stop trying to get into my pants, they're about to show us how they wrap the butter."

****

You yawned and settled into the passenger seat, Jax rolling his shoulders before driving off, "I had fun today darlin."

You smiled, "So did I. I was thinking we could go for a dip when we get home? The lake is lovely this time of year."

Jax nodded, "I'd love that, maybe after the dip we can have some fun on the deck?"

You held back a giggle, "Ooo, you want to look at the lake grass under my portable microscope? It's in the trunk."

Jax smirked and leaned over the centre console and took your face in his hands, "We can do that but that's not what I was thinking of."

You tilted your head and kissed him, "I know. We can have some fun on the deck after the swim."

****

Jax groaned and rolled out of bed, "Who knew making butter was so hard."

"I don't think it was the butter making that made you sore Jackson." You wondered if the pattern of the wood of the deck had bruised itself into your flesh.

Jax shrugged, "It was worth it." He threw on his clothes and swaggered over to you before wrapping his hand around your hip and pulling you close, "When do these massage people get here?"

You looked at the clock on the bedside table, "An hour, we have time for breakfast and a walk."

Jax smiled, "I like the sound of that."

****

You held open the door while Jax went to help the masseuses with their tables. Once that was done and all their supplies were set up, they introduced themselves, Klaus and Ryan, both men from Baldur's company.

They left while you and Jax disrobed, going to the kitchen to heat up their oils and over to the softly burning fire to light the burners for the hot rocks. You could feel Jax's eye on you as you got comfortable and he took the towel and placed it over your backside before you had the chance to stretch backwards and do it yourself, "Thank you my love."

Jax smirked, "It's the least I can do darlin." Once Jax had covered himself, Klaus and Ryan returned with their warm oils and hot rocks. The tables were close enough that if you reached out, you could grab Jax's hand but far enough apart that one person could stand between them.

Klaus smiled as your fingers touched Jax's and cleared his throat before tapping your shoulder, "Are you ready to start?"

You nodded, "Yes please." Jax groaned and you twisted your head to see Ryan already rubbing out Jax's sore muscles, "Good my love?"

Jax groaned again, "Amazing."

You sighed as Klaus' warm hands found a knot in your back and began to rub it out, "How long have you go left on your honeymoon?"

You held back a moan when you felt something hot be placed on your lower back, "Is that too hot?"

You shook your head, "No, it's nice."

"What's going on over there darlin?" Jax sounded half asleep.

"There are hot rocks on my back." It felt so nice, the moment you got home, you were going to set up a recurring appointment for you and Jax.

Jax must have been thinking the same thing, "How does this work anyway, do you guys travel all over the place?"

The table shifted as Ryan put his weight on Jax's shoulder, "Yes, we normally work in Oakland but Baldur insisted we come up here for your honeymoon. You are lucky, we are some of his best masseuses, we are normally booked out for weeks."

"If we book your guys now, well there be free spots?" You heard Jax chuckle and your table creaked as Kalus moved to your legs.

Ryan smiled and shot a look at Klaus, "Of course. We will look through our books once we're done here."

Kalus hadn't missed the way Jax looked over at you every time you made a noise, no matter how soft, "You know, we teach classes, maybe you could do this for each other."

"Oh, I would like that very much." Jax would be good at this, he already jumped at the chance any time he could.

"That settles it, when can we start?" Jax sounded so smug.

"Ahhh, I have the best husband ever."

****

Jax sighed and relaxed into the wicker chair, "I still don't know if I have bones."

You chuckled, "You still have bones, don't worry. Anyway, you don't need bones to taste local, home grown and artisanal food."

Jax smirked at you, "Are you going to feed me grapes?"

You huffed, "Only off a toothpick, we are in public my love."

Just before Jax could try and charm his way into more, a woman walked out into the courtyard, followed by people carrying large wooden trays. Jax's eyes went wide as one was placed on your table and you slapped his shoulder lovingly, "How are you always hungry?" The look on Jax's face said it all, "Not like that Teller."

Jax went to pick up a fig and you slapped his hand, "Dude wait, they're going to explain everything and you have to eat it all in order."

Jax shook his head, "It wasn't for me, I know how much you like figs."

You sighed, "I do my love but with food tastings there's a way to eat things so it tastes the best it can, now pay attention."

"Hello all, I'm Mindy and welcome to feeding your lover local food tasting. Today's spread is the best local and seasonal food on offer. You'll see a range of fruit, pickles, meats and cheeses. First, you should try the roasted feta with blackberry honey, it's the one with the toothpick with bee flag."

The smirk on Jax's face grew and he picked the square of cheese off the wood and held it up to your mouth. It was a wonderful mix of creamy, salty and sweet and melted away as you ate it, "Well, what's it like darlin?"

You didn't reply right away, instead, grabbing the second piece and offering it to Jax, "Tell me yourself."

Jax had a similar response, his head nodding unconsciously as he enjoyed the flavour, "That's really good. I wonder what's next."

"Next, you can try the fresh sugar strawberries, which are some of the sweetest in the world." There was no toothpick this time and you could feel the heat coming off Jax.

You went first, the look in Jax's eyes positively lustful, "We're still in public, keep it PG." That was easier said than done as his plump lips opened to bite the fruit, "I can't take you anywhere."

Jax swallowed his bite and leaned in close to whisper in your ear, "You know they sell these at the gift shop, we can always buy them and take them somewhere where this doesn't have to be PG."

You sighed, "You don't think that was my plan? Right now, I want to enjoy the rest of our afternoon."

Jax smiled, "Of course darlin."

****

Jax looked over you fondly as you took in the outside of the old mine, "Darlin, you haven't told me anything, just that we're going to be here all day."

You nodded, "Yes, this is the Carson Sliver mine. This building which used to be the miner's mess, is a museum, across the way is the entrance to the mine shaft which is meant to be hunted and it's a two mile walk from another set of caves which hosts an amazing underground lake."

Jax's eyes went wide, "Wow, that is amazing. Where are we going first?"

You smiled, "Inside the museum, then to the unground lake, then I managed to change dinner at my old OC's holiday cabin to lunch at the restaurant then down into the mine."

Jax's head shook slightly, "So we're going to pair a four mile walk with lunch with your old OC and his wife and spending time in a possibly haunted silver mine? Darlin, I know you live dangerously but don't you think you're asking for trouble?"

You shook your head, "Nope, the walk is lovely. The forest in the area has been rehabbed and it's flat route all the way. Lunch will be quick and the food is nice and there's no such thing as ghosts. We'll be home before bedtime. We can always go back home and lazy around, there's still figs and strawberries in the fridge."

Jax shook his head, "We're standing outside a museum and I can see you vibrating with excitement, we ain't going anywhere but inside."

You smiled and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his, "I love you so much."

Jax sighed, "I love you too y/n." He stepped closer to the door and his eyebrows wrinkled, "It's closed?"

You shook your head and knocked, "Not for us it isn't. I got us a private tour."

The door swung open and a man who looked like someone out of the 1920s stepped out, "Hello y/n, you must be Jackson, I'm Melvil and I run the museum here."

Jax smiled slightly, "Hey man, how do you know my wife?"

Melvil grinned, "We met at her lab, her department helped us identify a whole bunch of tools. Y/n speaks very highly of you so I was over the moon when she said she was coming here with you for your honeymoon."

Jax grinned and threw his arm around you, "Is that right darlin?"

You nodded, "Of course it is, I always speak highly of you."

Jax pressed a kiss to your cheek, "How about we head in? I can tell how excited you are."

Melvil gestured through the door, "This way folks." The museum was simple, three medium sized rooms with enough displays to keep you and Jax occupied for an hour or two, "I can even show you stuff in the back, but first," he pointed to the display, "This is one of the main tables the miners eat their food on. Over on the wall we have the range of tools used by the level one miners."

Jax looked over the excitement on your face and leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I love you so much darlin."

You turned your head and pecked his cheek, "I love you too. He's going to show us the level two miner tools next, how fun!"

Jax sighed, "Yes, that is fun."

****

You stepped out of the building two hours later and headed down the trail to the underground lake. The forest path was dotted with benches and water fountains and every now and then you and Jax paused to read the signs about local flora and fauna.

Jax sighed as he read over the sign about the California mule deer, "We have to do this every year and bring Abel, he would enjoy this so much."

You nodded, "Great idea, I think we can pull a week once a year for our anniversary. I do miss him, he could ride on your shoulders."

Jax smiled, "He's so cute." He paused for a moment and took a breath, "You think he's doing alright without us?"

"I think he's doing fine. He's spending all his time with Addie." Addie was all Abel talked about during the nightly video call.

Jax pulled you closer and buried his face in your hair, "He's growing up so fast."

"Come on, we better keep going. Don't you want to be able to read all the signs."

The rest of the walk was very much the same until you walked right through the mouth of the cave, "How far down is this thing?"

You pointed to the metal plate on the wall, "It's a ten minute walk and it's pretty flat all the way, we're not going very deep." Jax raised an eyebrow and you shook your head, "This isn't a porno Jax."

The corner of Jax's lips ticked upwards and he wrapped his hand around your hips as he pulled you to his side, "We better go in, we don't want to miss lunch."

You sighed, "Lead the way, you can't get lost." Jax held you tight as you took the rock path down as it widened into a clearing, "Isn't it amazing?"

Jax didn't know where to look, from the still, dark water to the rough walls of the cave, "It's amazing. I can't believe I didn't know this was here."

You chuckled, "We can go to the edge and see if we can find some cave fish, I saw a few the last time I visited."

Jax grinned, "I'd really like that darlin."

****

The walk back was just as wonderful as the walk there, with Jax's hand in yours as you took in the scenery. Hughes was already sitting at the restaurant with his wife Peta when you arrived.

"Jackson, y/n, it's good to see you again." He smiled and gestured towards his wife, "This is Peta, she's been excited to meet you Jackson."

She stood up and extended a hand, "James and y/n have said great things about you, it's good to finally meet you Jackson."

Jax flashed her a grin, "The pleasure is all mine Ma'am, we wouldn't be here if you didn't get your husband to give me a chance."

"Really Jax? That wasn't necessary." You hoped this wouldn't cause things to take a step back.

James raised a hand, "It's ok y/n, Jax is right. Shall we eat? The menu looks interesting."

"It's a mining themed restaurant, a lot of it is the food they used to eat in the mines. I'd recommend the meat pie." The food was good, all be it a bit heavy.

"What about the beef stew in a bread bowl?" You could tell that Jax had worked up an appetite by the way he was looking at the menu.

"It's very good. You can't go wrong with any of the dishes here." You pointed to the menu, "I'm getting the roast beef sandwich with fries."

Jax chuckled, "Maybe we should order the miner lunch too and take it with us down the miner, you know, to keep the ghosts happy."

You shook your head, "More like keep the cave roaches happy."

****

You nodded, "Yes, I am, there's no such thing as ghosts Jackson."

Jax smirked, "You seem so sure, you wanna make a bet?"

"One that I'm positive I'm going to win. Why not." You had an idea about why Jax was bringing this up, "What do I get when I win?"

"Me." Jax threw his arm over your shoulder as you headed to the elevator and huffed as you strapped the hard hat over his head, "Really darlin? I could have done that myself."

"Nope, if you die in a mysterious mining accident, I'll be the first one they blame, so I got to make sure it's perfect." You put on your own helmet and nodded to the guide who pressed a button to descend the elevator.

Once you got to the mine floor, the door opened and the guide stepped out, "This mine was founded almost two hundred years ago when silver was founded while men dug a water well. We've had six major cave ins, five of which resulted in deaths. There have been many reports of supernatural activity, including voices and the banging of pick axes but we let out visitors decide for themseves."

You sighed and looped your arm around Jax's, "Don't worry husband, I'll protect you from all the ghosts and ghouls."

Jax chuckled, "Sure you will. You ever found a body in a mine?"

You nodded, "Heaps. Have you ever heard of the Siyah nehir cave? It was found under an emerald mine."

Jax's eyes wrinkled, "I have. Sam has a framed photo of it."

"That's because I named it. After we found a whole bunch of bodies in the mine above. I went looking and fell into one of the antechambers." Jax blinked, "It was like a four foot fall, the worst I got was a bruise but I got to name a cave."

He shook his head, "What else don't I know about you?"

You shrugged, "There's probably a lot, like there's a lot I don't know about you but we have our whole lives to learn."

Jax huffed, "I'm an open book y/n, you know everything there is to know."

"No, I don't, it just hasn't come up yet." You could see the wheels turning in his head.

He shook his head, "Nope, nothing."

There was a fork in the path and the guide pointed down one path, "Now I know that y/n has climbing experiences so I'm sure you'll enjoy what comes next. Down the other way is more of the same, we even have some sliver veins you can mine but down that way is a hole that leads somewhere really fun, but you have the drop line in. It's up to you."

You turned to Jax, "I can help you out, it's easy."

Jax smiled, "We'll take the cool one."

The guide smiled and took you down the path before handing you a harness, "It's seven and a half feet to the bottom so if it all goes to hell you'll be fine but we still want to be safe."

You waved your hand, "I'm an hat old at this, I'll get us sorted." You threw on your own harness, then slowly walked Jax through the steps until you were ready to clip in, "Are you ready my love?" He nodded, "Great, all you have to do is hold on and the pullies will do the rest."

Jax smirked, "Sounds good darlin, if you hear me screaming it's just the cave monsters."

You shook your head, "Just get in the hole Teller." You watched as he went down, his headlamp slowly illuminated the space.

He gave you a shout when he hit the bottom and you followed, going much faster and landing with far more grace than he did, "That was so hot."

You slapped his chest, "We are not having sex down here so keep it to yourself." The guide landed a few moments later and she headed towards the wall and flipped a switch as light filled the area. You were on a small balcony section looking over a huge stalagnate cave.

"Wow, this was so worth the wedgy." You got closer to the edge and it only grew more amazing, there was another camber deeper and further away filled with shallowed, still water.

There was a slight echo as you spoke, "So worth it."

The guide was grinning, "They found evidence of human activty in the water over there, we believe it's an ancient ritual site."

You nodded, "We're heard all about that in the museum, by the time it was found, most of the stalactites and stalagmites had met and you could only get it to with robots."

She sighed, "We're hoping one day we can afford the best technology so we can look closer."

You smiled, "I can get that to you, we have it where I work."

Jax's face broke into a grin, "I don't know why you didn't think of that sooner."

You shook your head, "I'll be sure to put your name in the paper." You turned to the guide, "Let's head up and I'll talk to your boss. Get our names on the discovery and let my lab in on it and you can have whatever equipment and funding you want."

Her fists clenched with excitement, "Oh, what wonderful news. This is such wonderful news."

Jax smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek, "You love making people happy, don't you darlin."

You nodded, "We have no way of knowing how long all the artifacts in there will last. One day Abel is going to come here and see our names on the wall and know we helped preserve a piece of history."

****

You and Jax stepped out the office with smiles on your faces, "So I guess we'll be back here in a month?"

You nodded, "Yep, there are bodies lower in that cave and this kind of new discovery trumps casework. I have to say, is going to be good to take a break from all the horror."

Jax pulled you into his arms and took your face in his hands, "Let's get back to the lake house, we have one more night to enjoy before we go back home."

You pressed your lips to his, "I'd like that."

Jax started to kiss you the moment you got in the door, as the glass let in the last of the sunlight.

His lips made their way to your neck and he nibbled the skin before speaking, "You better make the most of out last night here darlin." You slid your shirt off your shoulders and then practically ripped Jax's shirt off and threw it in the corner, "Hey, I liked that shirt."

You giggled, "It's payback for my clothes you've ripped, I'm pretty sure I've replaced half my underpants, since this started."

Jax nipped your skin harder as he worked in your jeans, "Yeah and now we're married so I should probably start on the other half. I'll buy you more."

You sighed, "Jackson, you know how much I love it when you buy me lingerie but it's not exactly practical. You have a thing for straps and lace."

Jax smirked and pecked your lips, "What can I say, I married a dime piece."

"Oh Jackson, you are such a cheese ball." You took his face in your hands and pulled him into a kiss, all loving and slow, "But I love you for it."

He slid one hand from your zipper, around your body and up your back to unclasp your bra, freeing it before brushing the straps off your shoulder and taking your hand, "Let's take this to the bedroom."

You nodded, "I would like that."

He took your hand and walked you upstairs and you grabbed his belt as you settled in the middle of the room. You ran your finger up and down the buckle and Jax tutted, "Must you tease me?"

You nodded, "Oh yes, I must." You smirked and slowly undid his belt while leaning in close and nibbling his jaw, "I love you so much."

Jax moved his hands from your hips back to your belt and pulled it free of the loop before yanking down your jeans and panties in one go. You huffed and did the same to him and Jax let out a groan as the pressure lifted from his cock.

Jax's lips found yours and you walked backwards towards the bed, your knees bending as Jax eased you both down to the mattress. He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you to his chest as he kissed you senseless and you wove your hands into his hair as the kiss grew even deeper.

You dragged yourself up the bed and rested on the pillows, Jax's lips never leaving yours as you settled. You hooked your leg over his hip and flipped over, Jax chuckling as you ground yourself down onto him, "You right there darlin?"

You nodded and ground down harder, "I am." As Jax lifted his hands to place them on your hips, you intercepted him and linked your hands with his, "Can I suck your dick?"

Jax sighed, "You're killing me here."

You bent down and kissed him then pulled back with a smile, "That's not a yes my love."

"Yes, yes you can suck my dick." You held onto Jax's hands as you made your way down his body, stopping to nip his pec along the way. You kissed over his hips and down his happy trail then down his thighs and back up again. You released one of Jax's hands so he could hold your cheek as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Jax grunted as you took him down further and his hips bucked when you used your hand to stroke what your mouth couldn't reach, "Fucking hell that feels good."

You moaned an affirmative and Jax's hand moved to the back of your head to keep you where you were. The praise steamed from his mouth but before you could push him over the edge, he was yanking you up, "I don't want to cum just yet darlin."

You kissed your way back up his body and landed on his lips as Jax mirrored your early roll and flipped on top of you. You shove his chest loving, "Control freak."

"You love it." He pulled your leg over his and slotted himself between your legs to grind his hard cock on your slit.

"I do." Jax ran his hand down your body while dipping his head to kiss you. He shifted so he could shove his hand between your legs and you sighed as his fingers went right for your clit.

"I fucking love how wet you get when you suck my dick." He sounded so smug. His fingers slid down your centre before circling your entrance and slipping inside you as his palm rocked against your clit.

The heat in your pelvis grew as his fingers picked up speed, but before you could get too close to the edge, Jax stopped, "I want to feel you cum around my cock." He pulled his fingers away and sucked them into his mouth with a moan before pulling your leg back over his hip.

Jax slid home slowly, his eyes meeting yours and he bottomed out. He paused and rubbed your nose with his, "My wife."

You titled your head and kissed him as he started to rock his hips, "My husband." You buried your face in his neck as his fingers found your clit and his hips slowly picked up speed.

He pressed his cheek to yours and you threw your other leg other his waist so you could match his pace. You ran your hand up his back all the way around to his cheek and directed his lips back to yours. The kiss was nothing but affection and warmth and Jax swallowed down every one of your moans as he angled his hips to brush your G-spot with each stroke.

"Come on darlin, I can feel how close you are." You whimpered as Jax's teeth nipped your lower lip but he only continued thrusting his hips as his fingers sped up, "I can feel how close you are, be a good girl and let go for me, I'm right behind you."

You were powerless to resist his request and Jax's hips stuttered as you fell over the edge. Your orgasm pushed Jax's into his and he moaned like a dying man as he collapsed on top of you. He took you in his arms as he rolled over and pulled you to his chest, "That was perfect."

You chuckled, "Yes it was and think, we've got another forty years of that."

Jax shot you a look, "Try sixty, if you don't think we'll be one of those weird couples in the nursing home, you got another thing coming."

"Well right now I'm thinking about how we're going home tomorrow." The week and a half away had been wonderful but you couldn't say you didn't miss Charming.

Jax cupped your cheek and pecked you, "It's alright darlin, we'll be back here for your new project."

You sighed, "Yes, we will."

****

It was good to be back in Charming again. You and Jax didn't intent on it, but it was almost dinner by the time you got in the door, Abel rushing up to you with his little arms swinging.

"Mummy, Daddy, I missed you." He hugged you both as tight as he could, and it hit you how much you had missed him, even with the video calls every night.

Despite how wonderful the bed at the lack house was, it was good to be back in your own bed, what was better was the knock on the door between you and Abel's room that came when you were settled, "I'll get it darlin."

When Jax opened the door, Abel was standing there with his blanket in hand, smiling, "Can I sleep with you and mummy tonight?"

Jax smiled, "Of course little man." He picked Abel up and carried him to the bed and Abel climbed between the you. Like always, he laid down facing you and Jax got in next to him before snuggling as close as he could and throwing his arms over both of you.

You reached your arm over Abel after fluffing his hair and a moment of calm settled, there were no more wolves at the door, no more storms on the horizon. Everything was right with the world and you knew it was going to stay that way. , "Goodnight beloved, I love you."

Jax smiled, "Good night darlin, I love you too."

The End

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