#Teller Crow

[aprill-99]

Assistant: “This whole criminal empire thing takes a lot more paperwork than I thought.”

Boss: “It’s called organized crime for a damn reason Sheryl.”

[theesirenteller]

Reaper's Crow. 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗☞

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

▌This fictional piece is AU with very little amounts of canon. I understand if this fic isn't your cup of tea. Please do not leave hate comments. The story is set some years after season seven. ▌

Tagged ( @youflickedtooharddamnit @velocibee @darqchilddaydreamz @ravennaortiz @spaghettificationandpretzels @darklydeliciousdesires

The night air buzzed with excitement at the town carnival, a chaotic blend of bright lights, ringing bells, and shouts from vendors. The scent of sugary, fried donuts had been the cause of a large smile displayed across Scout's face. The Reaper moved silently through the crowd, his towering figure casting a shadow over the playful chaos around them. People parted instinctively, some whispering, others just gawking at the sheer size of him. But The Reaper didn’t care about their reactions. His focus was on Scout, walking just a few steps ahead of him.

She was wide-eyed, her face lit up with pure, child-like wonder. Everything about the carnival seemed to fascinate her. Scout twirled a little, hopping in place as her eyes darted between the glowing lights, the spinning rides, and the smell of cotton candy floating through the air. She barely noticed the way people looked at The Reaper—or her, for that matter. The world was too big, too new for her to focus on anything but the wonder of it all.

“Look, Reaper!” she exclaimed, pointing excitedly at a nearby game booth where oversized stuffed animals were on display. “I want to win one!”

His brow furrowed as he glanced at the booth, a part of him wondering if it was worth it to indulge her. But when he looked down and saw the way her eyes sparkled with excitement, he couldn’t help it. Something in him softened, just enough to go along with it.

“You want one of those?” His deep voice rumbled.

She nodded furiously, bouncing on her toes. “The big one! The biggest one they have!”

He gave a low, almost imperceptible chuckle and approached the booth, towering over the vendor like a looming giant. Scout scampered up beside him, her fingers reaching for his arm, not out of fear but out of habit. She always seemed to need to be connected to him, like he was the anchor in a world too big for her to navigate alone.

The game involved hitting a lever with a mallet, a test of strength. The Reaper glanced down at the mallet, then back at the vendor, who was eyeing him nervously.

“Go on, Reaper, show ‘em what you can do!” Scout urged, almost bouncing with excitement.

He shot her a look that was both amused and exasperated. “You think I need to prove anything?”

She giggled, a sound so light and carefree it almost didn’t belong in his world. “Nope! But it’s fun, right? Don’t you want to try?”

He let out a grunt and picked up the mallet, the weight of it nothing compared to the strength in his arms. With a swift, effortless motion, he slammed the mallet down, sending the lever up with such force that the bell at the top rang instantly. The vendor’s eyes widened, and Scout clapped her hands, practically squealing.

“You did it! You really did it!” she beamed, clutching his arm like she couldn’t contain her excitement.

The vendor handed her the largest stuffed bear he had, nearly half her size, and she hugged it to her chest like it was the greatest prize in the world.

“Thank you!” she said to the vendor, then spun to face The Reaper, eyes shining with admiration. “You’re so strong! It was like nothing to you.”

He gave her a half-smirk, his expression unreadable but warm in a way that only she ever saw. “Told you I didn’t need to prove it.”

She giggled again, hugging the bear tight as they moved deeper into the carnival. Scout darted from one booth to the next, her curiosity boundless, always asking questions about the games, the rides, the food. He followed her in silence, watching her with a mix of amusement and quiet protectiveness, keeping an eye out for anything that might harm her or disrupt her innocent enjoyment of the night.

When they reached the Ferris wheel, Scout froze, her gaze locked on the spinning lights high above them.

“What’s that?” she asked, her voice breathy with awe.

“It’s a Ferris wheel,” he said, his tone even. “You sit in it, and it takes you up in the air.”

She turned to him, eyes wide. “Up? Like, way up?”

He nodded, studying her reaction. “You want to go?”

There was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, but it was quickly swallowed by her curiosity. “Yes! I’ve never been up that high before!”

He sighed, knowing full well that her excitement would outweigh any fear she had. “Come on, then.”

They climbed into the carriage, Scout holding the stuffed bear on her lap, her legs swinging beneath her as they were lifted slowly into the sky. She leaned forward, eyes glued to the sight of the carnival shrinking below them. Every little thing seemed to amaze her—how small the people looked, how the lights twinkled like stars, how quiet the world became the higher they went.

“Reaper, look!” she pointed eagerly. “You can see everything from up here!”

He didn’t respond right away, just watched her as she marveled at the view. She was so innocent, so unaffected by the harshness of the world he knew so well. She still believed in beauty, in wonder. He... he just believed in survival.

But something about her innocence tugged at him in ways he didn’t fully understand. He couldn’t shake the way she clung to him like he was her lifeline, how she always found joy in the smallest things, how her lightness seemed to counter his darkness.

“Thank you,” she said suddenly, her voice quiet but sincere.

He glanced at her. “For what?”

“For...for bringing me here. For letting me see all this.”

He stared at her for a moment, then his hand—large and rough from years of battle—gently rested on her head, ruffling her hair with an unexpected tenderness. “You don’t need to thank me, Scout.”

As they reached the bottom, she looked up at him, her child-like innocence still intact despite everything she’d been through. “Can we come back here one day? Maybe do it all again?”

She smiled at him, her eyes soft and full of trust. “But I want to.”

The Ferris wheel began its slow descent, and Scout let out a little giggle, clutching the bear tightly. She was still in awe of the night, of the world, and everything it had to offer. And even though The Reaper said little, his presence was steady, comforting, and for the first time in a long time, Scout felt like she belonged somewhere—safe, right by his side.

He glanced down at her, his voice low but carrying a softness she rarely heard. “Yeah. We can.”

𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊 ☞

[incorrectpnatquotes]

Sophie Sybil: I can accept the ghosts and the spirits. Sophie Sybil: *preparing to take a photo of Davy Jones and Co.* But I'll be DAMNED if I work for the state.

[lights-of-a-feather]

Okay. Pardon my language but I need to just ask the world real fast.

Which FUCKING part of evolution decided that Screeb's were a good idea? Were just....fine? What DNA strand decided 'Yea, yea this is a fantastic addition' and made homing explosive creatures that I SWEAR grin at you before detonating inches from your face.

>....He's having a bad day.<

[higherhell]

Top 5 most relatable Full penned English lyrics: 1: I don't have profit purpose 2: Form a small group that your greatest dream 3: I try hard but I don't change I walk about in my bare feet 4: I still here stand Life work is write sad fiction 5: GueGueGueGueGueGueGueGueGueGueGueGueGueGue　 GueGueGueGueGue It so funny thing a frog say

[prick-love-for-arting]

my piece for the @hqelectricboogalooexchange

a take on Modern Magic with Ennoshita, Mai, and Akaashi. (aka my excuse to stare at my Mucha postcards and have fun with lighting)

for @a-flux-uchiha

[crowsandmurderbackup]

Jax Teller tags

Jax  ✖ (Aesthetics)

Jax  ✖ (Thoughts)

Jax  ✖ (Character Development)

Jax  ✖ (Crack)

Jax  ✖ (Headcanons)

VERSES:

V: Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [Teen Jax] - After the death of John Teller and even before, Jax is definitely a rebellious teenager. He doesn’t handle his father’s absence, death and his mother remarrying well.  He finds love and that is something that helps him focus, but other than that, he get into trouble a lot and enjoys it.

V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect] - Jax may be the Prince of Charming, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have to Prospect like everyone else.  He has to learn to serve the guy his mom married, someone he’s always known. His hot headed temper leads him and others into trouble, along the way.

V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax] - Jax patches in, like was expected and his life revolves around club life, women and crime. It’s easier to not commit to women than deal with not being over the one who left. But, that doesn’t mean that he spends all his time pining away or anything like that.

V: Some days you’re the beamer, some days you’re the goddamned deer [Season One] - Jax is the VP of SAMCRO, Opie’s out of prision, Tara’s back in town, and his kid was born way too soon because of his junkie mom.  There’s always a bunch of shit as Jax deals with feeling like shit matters more, now that he’s got a kid.

V: I’m not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2] - After the death of Opie’s wife, Jax finds himself at odds with Clay, as they deal with a new group and Ethan Zobelle.  He tries to balance it all, but finds himself wanting to be away from Clay and then seeking revenge for his mother.  

V: It’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3] - If Jax thought things were a mess before, there even worse now. The Irish stole his son and he doesn’t know how to get him back.  He struggles with self-destructing and having to go to Ireland.  There’s no one who self-destructs quite like Jax Teller.

V: I know you killed my father [Season 4] - Fresh out of prison, Jax has goals that are more than being a part of SAMCRO. He wants to get his family out of this and makes a deal with Clay how to do so. But old secrets and lies may keep that from happening as more things grow out of control and Jax finds himself torn between what’s best for his family and what’s best for his chosen family. 

V: You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5] - It’s a new era of SAMCRO. Jax is President and wants to do things differently. But something shocks him to the core and takes away part of his heart, something that he’ll never get back. Dealing with the fallout is difficult and Jax learns the weight of being the King of SAMCRO.

V: My self-hate is so deep, so palpable [Season 6] - Things just keep getting worse. Jax’ marriage is a mess. The problems with the Irish seem to be getting worse all the time and he finds himself falling deeper and deeper losing his vision, and wondering what the brotherhood even is. 

V  I’m sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family I’ve chosen [Season 7] - Jax wanted to do what he could to protect the club, but he’d never imagined the horrors of what happened at the end of season 6. Facing being a widowed father, he is a self-destructive mess, taking his anger and grief on anyone gets in his way. Mistakes are made and consequences have to be paid. 

V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU] - Thought it is near impossible that it happened this way, Jax survives what happens at the end of Papa’s Goods. It takes him a long time, and the fallout from his emotional point at that time is still address. He’s not sure what happens now.

V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU] - Instead of going down 580, Jax found himself going up to Norco, meeting Wendy and Nero up there. Now, he’s got to decide if hiding out is worth it. What will his life mean now, and can he salvage the relationships he wants to?

V: He sees all my sins, He reads my soul [Time-jumps] - Time periods of various time jumps.

Bio already on CARRD

[darkmoongodess]

Swear Fealty, or die & be forgotten!

I AM THE MORRIGAN! I’ve heard the cries from all of my children all around the planet known as earth. I hope lived feeling their agony majority of my life. I have now healed myself from the wounds inflicted upon me by others. Healed my inner child and healed my outlook to the future. It took me 38 years to get to this point in my life. But now I am here. I will not allow these invaders to take the Earth to its grave. These invaders are trying to steal the life force from the planet including everyone on it. I Will not allow them to continue. But in order for me to take control I need your help. I need people to swear fealty, I need people to spread the world I have returned. Can you do that? If so, then I will free you all from your 9-5 shackles & I will destroy whatever else stands in your way of the life you deserve!

For the low, low, subscription fee of 1,666.07/month on my Patreon! (Psst check out my other memberships while you are there!)!!

Too much for you? That’s ok, you can always sign a blood contract stating that you belong to me.

Now, read this prayer below until every last hair on your body has raised, or until you believe it with every fiber of being. Whichever comes first.

Now here’s my very first track release (free download):

[darthhope-in-the-woods]

Meet my new characters! (They totally play a huge role and they needed to be created whatdoyoumean)

Luck, Teller, Eivar, Keyes (or Kees, haven’t decided yet), Atticus, and Grey

Luck’s a tiger, Teller and Grey’re wolves, Eivar’s a crow, Keyes/Kees is a squirrel, and Atticus is a leopard. And they aren’t exactly what you would call alive…

(If you can guess what Teller’s short for, you win a cookie)

[blackdaggerart]

A fortune teller and her crow friend. 🐦‍⬛

[thegettingbyp2]

Hiii, I personally think we have a criminal problem with the amount of Jax teller here, and i love your writing so I was hoping that you could do something with him and a arrange marriage, maybe there’s no tara and gemma arrange it or maybe someone in the club kinda like john and esme wedding in peaky blinders

I'll Take Care of You

‘You’re shaking,’ Jax noted as he looked down at your hands where they were nervously fiddling with stem of your wine glass. Jax knew that this wasn’t your idea, that you wanted to meet someone the old-fashioned way and fall in love before getting married, however, he didn’t exactly protest when Gemma told him that she’d arranged for the two of you to get married.

With pressure mounting on the club, Gemma insisted that Jax needed to get married, to have an old lady, to prove that the club was a united front; it also helped that she knew that Jax had always had a bit of a thing for you. You weren’t a crow eater but you could sometimes be seen hanging around the club and you’d hooked up with Jax a couple of times, so, the fact that the two of you were already familiar and had a bit of history between you, made you perfect for the situation.

‘I’m fine,’ you replied, giving him a small time.

‘Look,’ he said, sighing heavily and turning in his chair so his body was facing you, taking one of your hands in both of his, smoothing gentle circles with his thumb on the back of your hand, ‘I know that this isn’t what you wanted and I’m sorry. But, I promise you, we’ll make this work, I’m going to be here, I’ll take care of you. This isn’t just for show, okay? You’re my wife, and that means something to me.’

You couldn’t stop the tears from filling your eyes at Jax’s words; it made you feel slightly better that he knew how you were feeling and that he reassured you, knowing what you needed to hear. ‘Thank you,’ you said softly, bringing your free hand up to cup his cheek, his beard scratching your palm.

‘I’ll make sure we have a good life,’ he said, bringing your hand that was clasped in both of his to his lips before leaning down to press his forehead to yours.

‘I believe you,’ you smiled at him, tilting your head to gently press your lips to his. The moment your lips connected, one of Jax’s hands moved to the back of your head, holding you to his lips as he ran his tongue along your lips, begging for entrance, his other hand settling on your lower back pulling you against him. You didn’t know what it was with Jax but whenever you were with him, he always seemed to be able to make it feel like it was just the two of you and everything else just faded away.

You let him deepen the kiss, your fingers fisting in his cutte, the familiar feeling of the worn leather doing something to further settle your nerves. Jax practically hauled you onto his lap, his hand moving from your back to your thigh, making you whimper against his lips. It wasn’t until you heard the cheers from everyone around you that you remembered where you were and pulled away. Jax helped you off of his lap, smirking the whole time, making you lightly slap his chest.

‘You want us to leave, Jackie Boy?’ Chibs called over to you both, making you raise your middle finger to him only causing everyone to cheer again.

‘Nah, but I think we’re gonna head out,’ Jax replied, his smirk widening as he picked you up bridal style, walking out of the clubhouse to his bike where he took you home.

[theesirenteller]

Reaper's Crow.

🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖 Kidnapping, Gore, Abuse, Violence, Profanity, OCC, glorification of serial killings, mentions of sexual violence, smut, mentions of PTSD, Sociopathisim, graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, deaths, dark undertones, angst, slow-burn romance

▌This fictional piece is AU with very little amounts of canon. I understand if this fic isn't your cup of tea. Please do not leave hate comments. The story is set some years after season seven. ▌

"This is just in another series of bodies that have been reported to have been found butchered and dismembered. Two of the six bodies were confirmed to be Sergeant Robert Combs and Officer Micheal Llyod. Both were suspected to be in business with the Aryan Warriors. Police have put out a curfew for all Mottenhill residents to be inside their homes by seven p.m. We ask all residents to lock their doors and remain safe."

An ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the four-bedroom-two-story home. Drowning out the downstairs news report from the Tv. The sound of glass shattering followed by choked-up sobs and high-pitched squeals of agony bounced off the walls of the home. The commotion let death himself slip in through the backdoor like a dark shadow in the night. The rubber soles of his steel-toned leather boots pressed soundlessly across the wooden floor. The glimmer of his silver c-shaped daggers reflected across the floorboards as the six-foot-seven male crept up the staircase. 

"You stupid fucking bitch! I love you! Why do you have to make me so angry?!"

The reaper tightened his grip on the daggers within his hands as he edged closer to the master bedroom door. His target, the unfortunate son of a bitch stood with his back turned away from the door. Hovering over a blood-covered, badly beaten woman. Who looked more like a girl based on her size. She spat blood across the floor, and a few of her teeth followed. Tapping against the wood as they spilled. The man raised his foot up, no doubt getting ready to aim a kick towards the back of her head. Just as his foot started to lower…

The dagger shot right through his skull with a loud crunch. The leather whip attached to the handle of the blade tugged back. The man's neck yanked backwards as his large body fell onto the floor. The layers of rolls on his stomach jiggled due to the harsh thud. The blade roughly snapped open the bridge of his nose and dug upwards splitting the middle bridge of his eyes open wide. Blood splattering across the man's wrinkled face as his body jolted back and forth out of shock.The Reaper lowly whistled to himself as he walked further into the bedroom. His once bright eyes turned midnight blue as he looked down at his victim coldly. His breathing shallow as rolled the wire around his leather glover covered hand but ultimately yanking the blade from the man's head. Warm blood splattered across his shoes and pants. Something that felt as simple as rain falling on a gloomy day. Crouching down like a panther getting ready to indulge in its prey, he soon hovered over the dwindling body. First came snapping a photo on his mobile then he plunged the dagger violently into the man's jugular and rapidly yanked it across his throat. Viciously causing the mangled bones to disconnect from the spine and shoulders. With little regard to the blood painting his face crimson, The Reaper proceeded to take a plastic black bag from his pocket and toss the head inside. As he stood back up the sound of wheezing caught his attention. 

The woman weakly slithered herself as far away from him as she could. "P-ppp-ple" she attempted to beg as blood steeped from the sides of her mouth. Her sepia-brown skin is stained with crimson so much that he wasn't sure how many places she was bleeding from. She was tired of begging. Tired of pleading. And if this was her end, she wanted to plead for her life rather than plead for the pain to stop. It never did stop when she pleaded anyway. The reaper's left eye began to twitch as flashes of blood, stab wounds, and his cries of agony replayed in his mind. Tara. He dared not utter her name. His eyes closed for a moment. Wincing. WIncing away the painful memory. When he opened them again he looked around before making his way over to the bed. After snatching off the duvet cover he then B-lined towards her again. Now crouching down beside her he proceeded to turn her on her back. Which caused a sudden yelp of pain to escape her lips. Shoe parks embedded across her breasts and her collarbone stuck out of place. One of her eyes was closed shut and swollen with the size of a lemon. A large gash in the middle of her forehead.She had eyes the same color as the grease that used to coat his calloused hands. Eyes that held pain. A pain he was familiar with. A pain he wished to undone.

"Sorry" his voice was gruff. Husky with grief.

Snapping her collarbone back into place only caused a mouse-like squeak to leave her lips. She had no more fight left in her. Her eyes rolled back before they shut. Her breathing was shallow as he leaned in closer to her face. Not wasting a moment longer he draped the duvet across her body and cocooned her into it. Carefully picking her up, The Reaper cradled her in his arms. Swiftly turning on his heel, he retrieved the bagged head from the floor on his way out the room.

Disappearing like an Incubus in the night, The Reaper drove his GMC truck out of Las Vegas. He drove for miles until reaching his destination. Parking his truck out in front of the gated mansion, he grew comfortable in his seat and wrote on the plastic bag in red marker 'Stolbatch' before tossing it out the window. 

It wasn't long before he was back on the road. The road that once was his friend, his freedom, his sense of invincibility and thrill…until it wasn't. It'd become an escape route and pathway to the neck job. His attention turned to his mirror. He watched the battered woman lay unconsciously across his backseat. It's been a longtime since he acted on impulse. And now he debated on what he'd do with her. Where he'd leave her. 

'Christ Jackie…what'd ya gotten into now' an old friend's words played back in his head causing a grimace to flash across his lips.

Pushing those thoughts aside, the only thing now on his mind was to get the nameless woman taken care of and patched up.

Chapter Two.

[acewritesfics]

Beautiful | Jax Teller 

Pairing: Jax Teller x Winston!Reader 

Request: No. Find original here -

Synopsis: Jax takes his old lady out for the night.  

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, swearing, talks of body parts, mentions of dressing and undressing. This was originally a Song-fic. H/C - Hair Color. E/C - Eye Color

Word Count: 2,186

Main Masterlist

Jax beams as he watches the woman he's madly in love with hurry around their bedroom, dressed in her black lace bra and panties set, that just so happens to be his favorite, oblivious to him standing there, focused on trying to decide what to wear. His eyes scan her body, stopping on her ass, admiring his third favorite part of her body. 

He never imagined falling in love with Y/N Winston, the younger sister of his best friend, but something changed when she left for college. When Y/N left Charming for college, she was just Opie's annoying little sister; but, when she returned four years later, it seemed as though she had completely changed. She was now a woman, not a girl. 

Y/N settles on a pair of skintight black jeans and a flowing deep crimson tank top. On the bed, she has her leather jacket that he gifted her for her 21st birthday, laying next to her jeans.  She eventually catches him standing there as she slides her legs into her jeans.  She pulls on her top as he enters the bedroom, a bit disappointed that his second favorite part of her body was now also hidden from him. 

After giving him a short kiss, she walks over to her dresser and gathers up her make up bag and hair brush. "I thought we were going to meet up at the clubhouse?" 

"Church got out a little early," he muttered, his eyes following her as she entered the ensuite connected to their bedroom. He observes her brushing her H/C hair as he leans against the door frame. 

When she put down her hairbrush, he closed the gap between coming up behind her so they're back to chest. He slides his arms around her waist, his fingertips caressing the flesh on her left hip where his crow was inked before resting his hands on her stomach and kissing the side of her head. "I figured I'd be a gentleman and come pick up my old lady." 

"You'll be driving the cage," she quips as she looks at him through the mirror.  

"I know," He smiles looking back at her, his baby blues meeting her E/C eyes. He takes a step back from her as she starts to apply her makeup. 

They got it confirmed last week that Y/N is pregnant again, after speculating that she was a few days before hand. Aside from not being able to ride bitch right now, they haven't told anyone about the pregnancy yet. Being just nine weeks along, they choose to hold off until the second trimester, when the risk of miscarriage is significantly lower. The first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage at 11 weeks, and it wasn't only them who were devastated by it. 

Despite the fact that they are quite certain their family aren't buying into the excuse, they used her being sober driver as an explanation for her abstinence from drinking and riding on the back of Jax's motorcycle. They noticed Gemma, Opie's, Piney's and even Clay's suspicious looks when she would deny a drink or avoid being on the of a motorcycle. Y/N could tell Gemma was the most suspicious and that she was picking up on more than just those two things. 

Once Y/N has finished applying her makeup, she exits the bathroom to retrieve her jacket and put it on, with Jax close behind. 

"How do I look?" She asks as she slowly spins around, flaunting her appearance. 

He closes the gap between them once again, encircling his arms around her waist and planting a scorching kiss to her lips. He smiles as she responds kissing him just as heated as he was.  Nobody else has ever made him feel the way he does when he kisses Y/N. He knows he had the same effect on her as she always left him out of breath. He knew this because of the small moment after their kiss when her eyes remained closed and her lips pouted. 

Before letting her go, he quickly kisses her and doesn't say anything as he leads her to the car, locking the front door on their way out of the house. 

"I never answered your question," he says as he opens the passenger door for her but blocks her from entering the vehicle. She looks at him puzzled. "You look fuckin' beautiful," he whispers as he kisses her lips again before helping her into the car before getting in himself and driving to the SAMCRO clubhouse. 

When Jax pulls into the lot, the music is already booming from the speakers, there is already a strong odor of weed and cigarettes in the air, and beer bottles and cigarette butts are scattered all over the ground. He exits the car as Y/N gets out and meets him at the front of the car. He smiles as she slips her smaller hand into his larger one and laces their fingers together. As they enter the clubhouse, he brings her hand to his lips and gently kisses the back of it. 

As soon as they are inside, surrounded by patches, friends of the clubs, old ladies, sweet butts and crow eaters, Jax let's go of her hand and placed his arm around her waist pulling her into his side. A few people stared and scoffed at them, he was unable to control the smirk that grew on his lips. The women envious of Y/N and the men who aren't members of the club wishing they were him. 

Jax orders drinks from the prospect behind the bar before noticing Tig and Chibs sitting nearby. He leans close to Y/N to talks to her without having to yell, "Go sit down with Tig and Chibs, and I'll bring the drinks over." 

She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and moves over to the table where his SAMCRO brothers are seated. He watches when both men stand up and hug her before she sits down. 

He catches a few men glancing in her direction with hungry eyes as he surveys the crowded room. As his gaze returns to her, he suppresses the temptation to pound their faces into the nearest surface. Jax is unsure of what he did to earn her love, but he is glad that he did. He couldn't picture his life without her. 

Jax has only ever been in one committed relationship before he got into one with Y/N. Because of Tara's decision to go medical school, his ex-girlfriend ended their relationship but not without trying to convince him to leave with her. He'd been crushed and drowned himself in weed, alcohol, and pussy when he wasn't working his way up in the club. 

All of it came to an end when Y/N returned from college. 

After she returned home, a lot of things changed for him. Y/N became the reason he stayed awake and alone in bed most nights, her face being the one he saw when he tried to take another girl back to his room. When she wasn't with him, he thought of her constantly, wondering what she was doing and if she was safe. He had to stop himself from calling her every chance that he got  He existed solely for her and the club. Even though the guys made fun of him for being whipped, he didn't know where he'd be without her. He couldn't picture his life without her. He didn't want to. 

Jax brings the drinks over to the table and sits in the empty chair next to Y/N's handing her bottle of water to her. She leans in close to him, kissing his cheek once again, and whispers "thank you" as he drapes an arm across the back of her chair. 

"Hey, where's my kiss?" Tig is heard asking. 

"Not here, but maybe if you ask her," Y/N chuckles, pointing to a brunette crow-eater who is gazing lustfully at the club's resident crazy while wearing next to nothing. "She might give you one." 

"You might be right." He smirks, looking in the direction that Y/N is pointing.  He gets out of his chair and moves over to the couch where the crow-eater is seated. 

After an hour and a few drinks, Jax glances at Y/N as Chibs walks away, finishing their discussion. He finds her looking back at him with a small smile and love in her eyes. Now that they are alone at the table, he smiles tenderly at her as everything around them fades, Y/N becoming his sole focus for now. He didn't want to admit it, but she had turned him into a love-sick idiot. 

"How are you feeling?" She asks, concern in her eyes as she takes in the faint bruise on the side of his head. Moving her hand from his leg, she reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair. This afternoon he'd been hit in the head by some thug the club had to deal with, earning him a nasty headache.  However, it vanished when he took a few painkillers before church. His headache was returning, and the loud music was not helping. 

"I feel wonderful," he says trying to ease her worry and kisses her to distract her knowing she'll see right through his bullshit. 

"You're an awful liar." 

"I know." He offers her a small smile. "My headache's back." 

"We don't have to stay. I'm beginning to feel a bit worn out, myself." 

"Let's go home," He stands and offers his hand to her, helping her stand up also. They say goodnight to the most of the club members before Y/N makes plans to meet Gemma for lunch the following day. As they exit the building and walk to her car, Jax hands Y/N the keys. 

"Take these and lay down." Y/N offers Jax a glass of water and some pain relief she'd snagged from the kitchen on her way to the bedroom. As soon as they walked through the front door, Jax made his way into their bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed while she double checked that everything was locked up and all the lights were off. He takes them as she instructed and leaves the half empty glass of water on the bedside table. 

He doesn't move from his upright position while he watches her undress till she is only wearing her bra and panties. 

His eyes follow her once more as she walks over to his dresser and picks out one of his SAMCRO shirts before entering the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returns wearing his shirt and with her face make-up free. He continues to observe her as she removes her bra, pulling it from the sleeve of his shirt and discarding it on the chair in the corner of their room. He moves to lay down as she climbs into bed, facing him. 

"How's your head?" She softly asks. 

"The pain is starting to fade." 

"That's good. 

"How are you feeling?" he questions, cupping her face and caressing her cheek with his thumb. 

"Amazing," she says as her eyelids close, relishing in the tenderness of his touch. "Though I was feeling a bit queasy earlier." 

He rolls onto his back to reach his bedside table and switches off the lamp. Y/N moves in closer and places her head on his chest. 

With his arm around her holding her close, he kisses the top of her head. "I know I never tell you I love you as much as I should, but I do love you." 

"I love you too," She smiles. His spoken 'I love you's' are rare but he didn't have to say it for her to know it's true. Every day, in the smallest things he does for her, he tells her he loves her.  

"I don't mean to turn into a huge sap but you're the most wonderful person I know," He kissed the top of her head again. "I don't know what I'd do without you or if anything happened to you." 

"I hope we never have to find out." 

"Me too." He sighs. A silence falls over them but is soon broken by Jax. "We should get married." 

Y/N sits up looking at him in the darkness, a look of shock plastered on her face. "You wanna get married?" 

"Yeah I do." he admits. They've never had the marriage talk until now. They hadn't had the baby talk before she got pregnant both times. "We have a good reason to. I love you, you love me and we're going to have a kid." His hand reached under the shirt she was wearing, his fingers brushing the skin of her belly.  

She smiles. "Okay, let's get married." 

Jax smiles back and pulls her down to him making her giggle. He runs a hand through her hair tucking a few strands behind her ear. "You really are wonderful." 

"Just kiss me already," she orders him. 

"Sure thing, Darling." he laughs and pulls her into a passionate and mind-blowing kiss that was bound to leave both of them breathless. 

[lights-of-a-feather]

..... Interesting to see you on here little Crow.

I'd like to introduce myself. Names Sera, I'm a Stormcaller and would like to be a friend. Don't worry about Spider founding out about our interactions, he won't hear to a word from me.

And if he tries giving you grief over anything, well, Ive been around for quite sometime now so I'm more then happy to step in, if you'll take the help 😊

Little...? I'm over six feet!

>By an inch<

Ignore him, he wont let me delete that. Anyway, Sera, huh? Nice name.

I'm not too worried about Spider finding out, he's got a good eye but only one. Can't be everywhere at once.

That being said, let's not talk about or arrange anything happening incase he does find out, it could just get me in worse trouble if he thought I was plotting something. I refuse to risk the worse case scenario.

On the topic of friends, we'd have to meet at some point for that to be doable, but due to past experiences with Guardians I'd rather not disclose where, or when.

Last time I let one get too close ended in... A lot. We'll say a lot.

>For some reason or another Guardians seem to get REAL nasty at the sight of Crow, to the point it's a situation we try to avoid entirely, even if the intention is a friendly hello. Precaution's, friend! Precautions!<

Sorry about it, though I guess if we talk enough I could take the chance...but not for a good while.

[awoogayanderes]

in this life, we both die

➪ pairing : fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

➪ sypnosis : you prepare him for his death

➪ other notes : YALL KNOW I HAD TO DO IT. IDEC IF THIS FLOPS RAHHH, this is also like another take for what fyodor truly knows about his different lives ? this is trash but i had to write something…

“you are to impale him with your spears at dawn as the rooster crows !” lord bram yelled out. “yes my lord !” the knights said. “you know what to do,” lord bram says, turning to face you. “yes my lord,” you nod, bowing down. you nod for the guards to unchain the man in front of you, before they follow lord bram out.

you let a heavy sigh, but nevertheless grab your basket of what you’d call toiletries. “sit,” you simply say, hinting for the man to kneel down on the floor. “it’s quite dirty,” he says. “you’ll be dead in a few hours, what does it matter,” you say, kneeling down first. “who are you ?” the man asks, kneeling down in front of you.

“i’m a maid for my lord…but i try to make those who my lord punishes, comfortable before they’re executed,” you say, grabbing a rag before dumping it into a bucket of water next to you. “so you take pity on those like me ?” he asks, eyes peering at your every action. you cracked a smile, “you could say that,” you say.

wringing out the rag, you lean forward into the man, patting it on his face. “what’s your name ?” you ask, focused on the man’s porcelain skin. “what’s yours ?” he rebuttals. “i asked first,” he almost cracks a smirk. “fyodor…fyodor dostoyevsky,” despite you having never heard that name before, chills run up your spine. “my name is y/n l/n,” you simply say.

“you mentioned you were a maid, why ?” fyodor asks, as you use another rag to wet his hair. “my mother used to work for my lord,” you say, not having much of a care, he was going to die, what was the point of withholding secrets ? “she has passed ?” the man asks. your eye slightly twitches, “you talk a lot for someone who’s going to die,” the man only smiles.

“you aren’t here by coincidence,” the man suddenly says. you pause, looking at his face. “are you some type of fortune teller ? my lord detest those, a nutcase told him he was to turn into a sword,” you shake your head. “you’re my wife in a future life,” he says and you suck in a breath. “i’m not fond of men who have a foot in the casket,” you say, shaking your head.

“seven days after i am executed, you will plummet to your death,” fyodor says and that’s when you finally retract your hand. “my job here is done, goodnight sir dostoyevsky,” you say getting up, before wiping your hands. the man could only smirk at your flee to the cellar door, before leaving in a rush.

you wouldn’t have taken that comment so seriously if it weren’t for that same fortune teller that your lord had contracted, telling you that you would die within a few weeks, falling to your death just like your mother did all those years ago. you couldn’t help but feel suffocated by the thought, you wouldn’t let it be real.

[monocledcrow]

lotm fic dump

Monklein edition :3

Lofter -> The Fool and His Seven Doomsdays

one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight , nine , ten , eleven , twelve , thirteen , fourteen , fifteen , sixteen , seventeen , eighteen , nineteen , twenty , twenty-one , twenty-two

When the Stars Shine

one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight , nine

There is No Love in E-Sports

one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight

Sanatorium

one , two , three , four , five , six

The Rise of the Famous People

one , two , three

Will the Fool who Goes Back to the Past Give the Angel of Time a Blind Fool?

one , two , three

Failure in Training Was Not My Original Intention

one , two , three

Perhaps You Would Like to Listen to My Story?

one , two

The Fortune Teller Picked up by Duke Amon is actually The Lord of Mysteries

one , two

The Duke's Runaway Sweetheart

one

Assassin

one

Divine Marriage

one , two

The Little Prince

one

Crows Always Appear from the Fortune Teller's Cloak

one (completed)

Overture to Hymm

one

Become My Follower, and Let Me Be Yours

one

How do Thousand Year Old Trees Bloom

one

Is the Fool You are Talking About Powerful?

one

Steal Him and Him

one

Yes, We are Together

one

Fate is God's Will

one

Ao3

Death is not liberation ->

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28153113?view_adult=true

Three Wishes ->

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28314213/chapters/69375789

So That You Covet Everything, Even Your Past ->

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51022180

34 East Buckland Avenue, Silver Tower, Utopia ->

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41277735/chapters/103493643