(aesthetic by me)
Fandom: Satsuriku no Tenshi
Ship: Zack Foster/Older!Rachel Gardner
A/N: Fluff before the whump! Rachel will be referred to as "Ray"
Warnings: Cursing, Ray being...Ray
NSFW: No
Backstory/au: Takes place when Zack and Ray are on the run
Word-count: 400 or so
Synopsis: Domestic murderous spouses
Ray was sewing together a few dolls Zack had gotten her. They were cheap dolls and didn't last long because Ray had already tore the eyes off of them and sewed buttons to replace them.
After that she would sew the dolls some new clothing and then sew them together. Zack was terrified of her button-eyed dolls, for many reasons. Mainly because one of them had "wraps" on them like he has, and a mini hoodie and jeans. He was sewed to a doll that had an unmistakable white and black stripe shirt with a white coat, black shorts and black duct tape around the doll's neck. He guessed it was supposed to look like her black choker.
He didn't sleep for a week.
"Zack" He heard his name and he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts. He groaned.
"What d'ya want, brat?" He snarled turning around to face the girl. He didn't expect their faces to be so close, he nearly fell off the couch. "What the fu-, back up, will ya?" She made a laughing like noise and moved away.
"Not fucking funny" He spat as he got back into a comfortable position on the couch.
"Language"
"Japanese" He retorted, she shook her head and rolled her eyes deciding to leave the subject.
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"I made you a doll" Her voice was softer and it caught Zack off guard. A doll? Oh, hell no.
"Uhm-" For some reason he couldn't spit out a nasty remark, and he hated it. He looked at her holding out her hands with the mutilated doll in in her hands. He let out a internal groan. Why did he care if her work went to waste? Ah, fuck
He looked down at the doll and noticed it wasn't just one, it was two dolls but they were sewn together. It was the mini Zack and Ray dolls. He let out a sigh a took the from her.
"Uhh-, they are, their nice." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Thanks, ya brat" Her normal apathetic expression turned into a smile. God, her smile.
"Your welcome" Her smile was still on her face, she had a look of proudness and accomplishment
"Why ya got that weird expression on your face, brat?" She laughed again and Zack swore is stomach dropped or something, from what he knows--which is not much--that's not normal.
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