Knotty Natasha And Jax Slayher ((hot)) -

Natasha tugs the knot tight. It glows faint gold.

“Plan?” he grunts.

Jax grins — chipped tooth, wild eyes.

Where Natasha binds, Jax unbinds. Axes named Sorry and Not Sorry hang across his back like married thunderclouds. He doesn’t pick locks — he picks new doors. Doesn’t break curses — he breaks the caster’s jaw. In a city of poisoners and pact-mages, Jax is the rusty nail in the velvet slipper: crude, loud, and catastrophically effective. knotty natasha and jax slayher

When the Crimson Vicar nails a contract to their door — “Find the Unwound King or hang by your own ropes” — Natasha smirks. Jax sharpens both axes. Natasha tugs the knot tight

“Then I’ll feel it break.”