#( * the devil pays his due // answered. )

[deceivesthem]

" changing into a wolf? it.. takes energy."

"i'm sure it does." Oliver says as he looks in Caspian's direction. his hands are folded together in his lap as he crouches into a sitting position next to him. "you okay?" it's not common for Oliver to check on someone else---he doesn't know the right words to use, but he hopes that he can help Caspian, even if it's just with his presence. sometimes helping others... it feels good. sometimes he can handle being around other people and sometimes... sometimes he even enjoys it, even if he doesn't really understand them.

@luposcainus

[writerpetals]

the pleasure of something new | 🔞

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

w; ass play/anal.

“Hey… can we... try something new sometime?”

Though the alcohol has your nerves buzzing and your heart racing, after spending weeks thinking over the question it gives you the courage to ask him for something you have been wanting to try in the bedroom for a while. Your words are a bit slurred, and part of it is due to the sleepiness as you curl up next to him in bed after a night out with friends, both of you tipsy, tired, holding one another as you rest against his bare chest and he releases an intoxicated chuckle before answering.

“Anything,” is all he says, then he yawns and his eyes flutter, knowing he’s close to snoring by now.

“You know what,” you begin to mumble, finding your own eyelids heavy and the way his arm wraps around your back to hold you tight doesn’t help in the slightest in keeping you awake. “Never mind.” The courage fades as your heartbeat begins to settle, allowing the opportunity to finally bring up something you have been wanting to try to pass by. 

He mumbles something you miss due to fading in and out of dreamland, and soon you’re both drifting off into a heavy sleep. Morning comes and he awakens before you, showering and getting dressed, leaving a note on the fridge for you to find after you begin to stir and realize he’s gone, and then heading out to work. The cold sheets next to you don’t allow you much more sleep thanks to missing him, and your head is throbbing a bit from the alcohol the night before as you make your way to the designated note area, finding a simple ‘I love you’ scribbled in messy handwriting, and that he will see you this afternoon. 

And you try to not cringe when you think about the night before and almost spilling a deep, dark fantasy of yours to him. You’re positive he wouldn’t mind, and in fact, you’re sure he would jump at the chance to agree to the act. After all, there isn’t much the two of you keep from one another, finding total comfort in each other as well as the pleasure of pleasuring him, and him doing the same to you. If anything, you’re sure it would add some new excitement after years of being together, and with you spending a few nights searching up videos on your own and getting off to them when he is far away on a trip, or busy with work, it has left you with a dire ache in the pit of your stomach.

If only you could get over the embarrassment of just blurting it out. You assumed the night before would be the perfect opportunity, but his sleepy response and your nerves got the better of you, causing you to cower away at another chance of confessing to him what you want.

Luckily for you (or maybe it’s rather unlucky since you wish to drop the subject), your phone beeps with a new text messages only a few hours after he has left, and of course as you read the message on the screen, your stomach begins to twist and turn.

what did you want to ask last night?

The text is accompanied by a devil emoji, and you would have chuckled at that if it weren’t for the realization that he didn’t somehow forget you bringing up the topic. You should have known he is more attentive than that, and normally you would be thankful for him paying so much mind to you. However, when you can already feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your spine, it’s hard to be honest with yourself, as well as him.

What do you mean?

If you’re any luckier, he will believe you as you downplay the question, but it's him, and if there’s a chance he could do something to make you happier when he knows there’s something on your mind, he’s not going to give it a rest.

….

you know what I mean.

You aren’t sure why his messages seem so stern even through text, but it has you typing away a final message to tell him you will inform him later. He leaves it at that, and you can breathe for a few hours until he arrives home. Your chest feels a bit heavier from wanting to avoid him, and in turn avoid the conversation, yet your heart races a bit at the thought of him not only agreeing to your request, but performing the act on you as well.

When the front door opens, he finds you settled in the living room, taking a deep breath and twiddling your thumbs as you sit on the couch, hair damp and nothing but your robe on to make it clear you just showered. He chuckles at the sight, and you know you couldn’t look any more obvious as he enters the home you share, tossing his coat to the side while slipping off his shoes, then loosening his tie and making his way toward you. 

“You look guilty,” he tells you with more laughter falling from his lips, and you wish the nerves weren’t getting the best of you in the moment.

It’s him, you remind yourself, knowing you can tell him anything. Maybe because your desires were once something you were turned off by with other lovers and recently you have been discovering new ways to find them to be a turn on when he is involved. Mix that with the thrill of trying something new, the shame from those that aren’t into it, and the realization that you have to ask for it to get what you want and it has left you with a racing heart and butterflies in your stomach.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask him with a nervous giggle as he takes his spot next to you, not hesitating to wrap an arm around your body and pull you close for a kiss against your temple.

“Are you guilty of something?” he asks, teasing you.

“No,” you tell him, shaking your head with a hesitant grin, “no, not guilty, just…”

“Just wanting to ask me something, but suddenly you’re too shy?”

You bite your lip because he hit the nail on the head, eyes falling to your lap only until he presses a finger beneath your chin to have you meeting his gaze.

“You know you can ask me anything.”

The heat rushes to your face, realizing how ridiculous you’re being because it’s him and you can tell him anything. You’re aware and you repeat it over and over like a broken record, but it doesn’t calm the nerves any. 

“I feel silly…” 

“Baby,” he calls you tenderly, cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes over your skin to relax the tense body sitting before him. “There's no reason for you to feel that way.”

“I know,” you sigh and close your eyes to enjoy his lingering touches mixed with the softness of his voice. 

“How can I give you what you want if you don’t tell me?” Your eyes open at the question, studying the seriousness in his expression and the sincerity in the words, all before his voice deepens and there’s a flicker of pure desire in his eyes. “It’s important for you to tell me what you need so I can make you feel good.” 

The subtle smirk on his lips sends your heart racing for different reasons, as well as a rush of heat between your thighs. “What if… what if I show you, instead?” He licks his lips at the suggestion, smirk deepening a second before he shakes his head. You stand from his embrace to make your way to the bedroom, grabbing the laptop from where you left it on the bed and returning to him within a minute. He waits patiently while watching your every move, from you sitting next to him to placing the computer on your lap, turning it on, clicking a few times to find the video you want to show him, and your heart is pounding in your chest as heat has taken over every inch of your face. 

You say nothing while skipping ahead a few minutes on the video to see the couple on screen, the man’s hand wrapped around the woman’s body as he thrusts into her from behind. Quickly, you turn away, knowing he is watching with his undivided attention, knowing he’s witnessing not just the man thrusting into her, but fucking her ass, reaching around to slip a hand between her thighs to caress her clit, and you hear the moans and the messy sounds of skin against skin coming from the speakers until the red hot embarrassment has you closing the laptop shut before pushing it toward the coffee table in front of you.

He remains silent for a few moments, taking in the video and finally understanding why you have been so shy over the topic. Though it’s hard for him to ignore the bulge beginning to form in his pants, not just from the video but from the thought of you wanting, needing, him to do such things to you, and within seconds he’s gripping himself through his slacks and exhaling a deep breath. 

“Is that all, baby?” A chill races down your spine from the deep raspiness of his tone, gathering up the courage to turn your head to spot him with his eyes half-lidded while he licks his lips. Your gaze lowers to see the outline of his cock through his pants with a tight grip from a veined hand, causing an ache to form between your thighs at the sight.  “You should have told me that’s all you wanted…”

There’s temptation in his voice, urging the confidence out of you, and though you stumble over your words, the courage to become more open like you normally are with him rises. “Do you.. do you want to? Do that, I mean.”

“What?” he asks with a smirk, moving closer for his hand to cup your face and his thumb to graze over your bottom lip. “Fuck you in the ass and make you come?”

Your heart skips a beat at the blunt words, but you’re aware what the idea has ignited in him. “Mhm,” is all you can manage to hum before your teeth sink into your bottom lip. 

“Baby,” he exhales, and pauses a moment to lean closer, pressing his lips against your own before pulling away with only an inch between the two of you, “nothing would make me happier than pleasuring you in whatever way you desire.” 

He meets your lips once again, lingering for a moment to savor the taste of your skin. You can’t help but to whimper into the kiss, feeling your nipples growing hard beneath your robe, finding your thighs and everything in between aching for his touch. His hands grip your hips to pull your body closer before he finds his way to your breasts, cupping them in his palms, squeezing gently, drawing out another moan until you pull away in a gasp.

He lowers his attention to your neck, kissing tenderly while his thumbs trace circles around your nipples to urge your breaths to deepen, quicken, and get lost in the moment to where you’re no longer worried over being silly or feeling shy about what you need, hands getting lost in his hair while tossing your head back to allow him closer. He makes it obvious he wants to give it to you, already painfully hard at just the thought and it only grows worse the longer his touches and lips linger over your body. 

You whimper his name to earn his attention, noticing the flicker of lust igniting in his eyes as the need to have you takes over, “I… I want to try.” With that you gulp and watch him smirk, then he nods his head and rises to his feet.

“Lay down, baby,” he instructs, “I’ll be right back.” 

You do as he says with a racing heart, feeling your insides buzzing from the anticipation of trying something new, and the thrill of getting to do it with someone you trust wholeheartedly. The worry is overtaken by the need to be close to him as he fulfills your fantasy, and the moment he steps back into the living room your body is aching to feel him inside of you. 

He returns with his tie gone from around his neck and the first few buttons of his shirt undone. One hand is rolling up the sleeve of the other arm, while the opposite hand holds a small, clear bottle and a fresh hand towel that you assume is for clean up. He’s already one step ahead and prepared to take care of you, you think to yourself, grinning nervously beneath a bitten lip as you watch him set the towel and bottle aside before unbuttoning his shirt to slip from his shoulders. 

Pressing your thighs together to try to rid yourself of the ache, you lay there waiting, never pulling your eyes from him as he takes his time tugging on his belt and then the buttons to his pants, allowing the zipper to fall and expose gray briefs beneath, as well as the base of his erect cock, thick and needy, dying to have you. A surge of warmth courses through your body from impatience, wishing for him to hurry but still a bit nervous over finally getting something you had spent so long only fantasizing about. 

“Just relax, baby,” he whispers as he takes his spot between your thighs, urging them open with gentle palms before pressing his body against your own. His lips meet yours in sweet, soft kisses to ease the tension, knowing you’re worked up, nervous, and a bit overwhelmed in the moment. His hands coax the nerves from your body by caressing your sides, until he reaches to tug on the knot holding your robe together. The silk falls open to expose your naked body beneath, and a second later he rises to his knees to take in the sight of you. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? Don’t be nervous.”

You nod in response while he traces circles on the outsides of your thighs with his fingertips. He takes a moment to admire the view of you bare beneath him, legs parted, chest rising and falling, the curve of your breasts and your erect nipples, all of it waiting just for him to offer the pleasure you have been needing. With a smirk, he lowers his head for his lips to find your breasts, placing sweet kisses around your nipple before his tongue darts out to flick over the hardened bud. A gasp is earned, and then a giggle, finding his playful teasing just what you always need to rid the moment of the tension. The nerves leave your body with every kiss or swipe of his tongue, every caress of a gentle palm and delicate word whispered from a careful tongue. He tells you to relax, he will take care of you, he’s going to make you feel good, and by the time he reaches your mound to kiss and tease, he’s telling you how beautiful you are and how much he can’t wait to taste you. 

He leaves you breathless with a heart pounding away inside your chest and a fire from pure desire igniting inside of you. He kisses down your swollen, aching lips and then slips his tongue up your slit to find your clit. Your back arches as you moan his name, legs falling open to tell him you need more, forgetting every ounce of worry that once consumed you. 

“You taste so good, baby,” he groans between your thighs and you dare to look down to meet his darkened gaze staring up at you as he performs circles on your clit with his tongue. Each lap around the swollen bud has your hips rolling against his mouth and every ounce of tension dissolved from your body. He tastes you and draws you close to an edge that won’t satisfy you just yet, but he only wishes to warm you up, relax you, get you comfortable so he can fulfill your desires and please you, just like you asked. 

You cry out his name as you reach for him, fingers entangling in the strands of his hair as his tongue dips inside of your entrance to gather up the juices that begin to spill. His hands keep a tight grip on your thighs, making sure your legs remain parted and you receive every last bit of the bliss he offers, switching between tracing circles around your clit to teasing your entrance, and back again, all until he dares to dip lower just as he pushes against the back of your thighs with two steady palms.

His tongue brushes against your ass to cause you to gasp and tense, immediately dropping your hands from his hair to find a tight grip against the couch beneath you. You mutter his name, full of surprise from the action, and at first you assume it was only a mistake, until he swipes over your tightened entrance once again, this time circling with his tongue to have your thighs shaking beneath his hands. 

“How does that feel, baby?” he asks a second before nipping at your cheek, causing your legs to twitch beneath him from an unfamiliar feeling.

“I-” You take a deep breath while feeling him place kisses on each side of your ass, awaiting your answer. “-like it. I-It feels good… don’t stop.” 

It’s all the convincing he needs, lowering his mouth to your ass once again to tease your rim with his tongue. The tension begins to leave your body as the feeling of uncertainty is replaced with bliss, finding pleasure in whatever he does to your body with his mouth. Though there’s a stronger aching between your thighs now, dying for attention on your throbbing clit, dying to feel him inside of you as he circles your ass and applies a bit of pressure with his tongue to have you trembling. He licks and teases and kisses and nips, and your juices begin to drip from your aching cunt down to his tongue, coating your ass and his flesh with arousal. 

You gulp before attempting to steady the words as you speak, “I-I need more… I…” The words fall short the moment he pulls away, wiping his mouth with his hand before grinning down at the wet mess he’s created between your thighs. 

He says nothing as the sound of your breaths fill the space between the two of you, and you watch him push his pants and briefs down his thighs to uncover his painfully hard cock. He grips himself with a tight fist before he begins stroking with one hand, and the other reaches to begin teasing your clit with his thumb. Your body tenses at the sudden pleasure before you begin melting into his touch, hips beginning to rock against his hand, whimpers of pleas spilling from your lips because you need to have him. He receives the hint a second before he aligns his cock with your entrance, allowing your juices to coat the head before he eases his length inside of your dripping cunt.

In an instant your back is arching from the couch and your arms are wrapping around his body. Nails dig into his skin as he fills you up, whimpers of his name filling the living room the second he begins thrusting himself in and out of you. Your thighs tighten against his body and he rolls his hips effortlessly to fill the both of you with bliss while the sounds of your arousal mix with the moans and groans the two of you begin to release. 

“God,” you cry out, head rolling back while your hips move in rhythm with his thrusts, “that feels so… so good.” Your breaths grow heavier the more you moan for him, leaving marks against his skin as his pace quickens and his words release from his lips in an unsteady tone once he begins to tease you.

“You like my cock in your pussy, baby?” he asks, and then he begins to hiss through his teeth and groan the following words, becoming lost in the pleasure. “You want me to fuck your ass now, don’t you?”

The strained words dripping in temptation leave your mind racing, the sudden heat of pleasure now mixing with embarrassment that leaves you unable to answer the question. A rush of warmth floods your body, inside your mind already begging him for more, but too ashamed to speak the words yourself.

It’s not until he thrusts into you once again with more force to leave you gasping for air do you realize not answering him isn’t good enough, and his motions stall with his cock buried deep inside of you. With your thighs quivering, you begin rolling your hips against him to cause friction, to ease the ache, and to continue the pleasure he was once offering, but he grips your waist with a careful grip to keep your body still while he catches his own breath that was lost in the moment. He focuses on anything but the feeling of you tightening your walls around his cock, drawing out the moment until you give him an answer.

“Tell me, baby,” he begins, tone shaky, panting between words and pausing long enough to keep his control, “what do you want?”

You exhale his name, eyes closing as you move your body to grind your dripping cunt against his cock to receive the bliss that had once taken over. 

“Do you want my cock in your ass? Do you want me to fuck you and make you come, baby? Tell me.”

Each question sends a shiver through your body before a surge of heat follows quickly behind. The words drive you wild and his desire to pleasure you pushes away the embarrassment and the shame, until you can’t help but to tell him what you need with a shaking, unsteady voice. “Yes,” you whisper, eyes still closed, heart racing, “I want you to… to fuck my ass. Please, make me… make me come.” 

“That’s my good girl,” he coos while beginning to drag himself out of you and thrust back into you in the slowest of motions to draw out the moment. You whimper and shake beneath him, on edge and needing more, and it’s almost as if he caused you to reach this point so you would no longer be concerned with asking for what you need, and instead crave the pleasures he wishes to give you in unfamiliar ways. 

He finally pulls himself out of you, allowing your legs to fall when he leans back to reach for the bottle he left on the coffee table. As he pops the top and begins to coat his fingers in the clear lubricant, your stomach twists and turns and flutters with a million nerves, except now it’s from the desire to get off from something new. You watch him take his time, the lubricant dripping down his two fingers before he sets the bottle aside and lathers every inch of the digits in careful preparation. 

“Stay relaxed, baby,” he warns, soft, gentle tone returning as one hand sinks between your thighs and the other rests carefully just below your belly button. As he presses the tips of his fingers to your ass, your body tightens until the thumb of the other hand finds your clit. He teases and toys with the swollen, aching bud to ease the tension from within you while coating your rim with his two fingers. Warmth floods your body all over again, bolts of electric pleasure from him caressing your clit coursing through you to mix with the way he circles your ass has left your heart racing and your head spinning.

Once he feels you’re relaxed enough, he dares to go further by beginning to insert a single finger inside of you, pushing past your tightened entrance in the slowest of motions. A gasp falls from your lips and your eyes shut tight, concentrating on the feeling of him slipping into your ass while circling your clit with his thumb at the same time. The feeling of something so unfamiliar mixed with the pleasure he offers earns a quiet whimper of his name, and he allows you to adjust to the sensation for a moment before he slowly pumps the digits in and out of you with care.

You can’t help but to moan as he does so, finding the bliss doubling, your thighs parting, and him taking care of you just like he promised. Your hips begin to move with his motions, falling into the pleasure before your mind has time to remind you of embarrassment, or shyness, or anything else that may stop you from fulfilling your fantasy. He continues to pleasure you, pumping the single digit in and out of your ass while caressing your clit with his thumb, loving the way your legs twitch and your hips roll, enjoying the noises you make that tell him how incredible he’s making you feel.

After he’s sure you’re adjusted, he inserts another finger, and this time your gasp is much louder before you grow silent. The stretch is a bit more awkward, and takes a bit more time to get used to, but he takes care of you, allowing you enough time to adjust and feel comfortable, and soon, as he pumps two digits in and out of you, you’re whimpering his name and rocking your hips with his motions. 

“How does that feel, baby?” he asks just to make sure. He always loves to communicate with you, you’re well aware, and in the moment you’re thankful he isn’t only careful, but persistent in making sure you’re comfortable. Even if he gets a bit dominant, and his words tease and taunt you when they’re spoken on a strained, desperate tongue, he’s always gentle and mindful of your pleasure and comfort. “Talk to me,” he echoes the importance of communication, and a subtle, playful grin crosses your lips before you’re moaning his name once again.

“It feels… so damn good.” You bite your lip as you try to steady your breathing with a heavy exhale through your nose, gripping the leather cushion beneath you as your eyes flutter. “Fuck, it feels so good… I-I might come.”

You’re positive if he were to keep it up, you would be growing close to the edge of your release in no time. After all, he knows just how to touch, how to please, and how to work your body up and make you come undone after so long of being together, just as you know how to do the same to him. 

“You can’t come yet, baby,” he warns, and even if he knows exactly what to do to get you to the edge of pure bliss, you both know your desires aren’t completely fulfilled, “I haven’t fucked you, yet.” The way his voice deepens with the words only draws you closer to the end of your release, finding a raspier, dominating tone doing nothing but tempting you with added pleasure.

You cry out, wanting desperately to come, but also wanting to finally have him inside of you like you have been needing all along, “please… fuck me.” You’re nearly ashamed of your own voice sounding so desperate, so weak and in need as each syllable trembles off the tip of your tongue, but in the moment it’s hard to care when he has you so worked up, body aching to come. 

The smirk on his lips tells you he understands your need, but he spends a few more moments pumping his fingers inside of you, stretching you out to a comfortable position, prepping you for his cock so you will feel nothing but pleasure. 

He finally pulls away to reach for the bottle once again, this time allowing a generous amount to spill over his cock before he’s tossing the lubricant aside and beginning to stroke himself. He preps his cock for you, making sure he’s lubricated enough to slip inside of you effortlessly, and when he’s sure he’s ready, he begins to align the head to your ass. You take a deep breath as his hand returns to rest against your mound, thumb finding your clit just as he begins to push himself past your rim.

You cry out, eyes screwing shut, not prepared in the least bit for the pressure you begin to experience. He pauses in an instant, though he continues to rub circles into your clit while feeling your thighs trembling around him. “O-Okay,” you stutter, not bothering to open your eyes from the embarrassment rising in the moment due to the surprise of the sensation when he began to ease into you. 

He begins once again, taking his time, remaining careful and cautious as you shake beneath him, but you don’t stop him a second time. He pushes inside of your ass, little by little while easing the tension with pleasure to your clit. You take deep breaths while adjusting to him, thankful he’s so attentive to the way your body responds, the noises you make, and most of all when you give him the signal to keep going. 

He pauses the moment his cock is buried completely in your ass, allowing you to adjust to the new sensation. Your mind buzzes and the room spins around you with your body so full of him, but the pleasure he offers soon takes over, and the feeling doesn’t feel quite as overwhelming, but an added bliss to the circles he caresses over your clit. It only takes a few more moments for you to gather the courage to move your hips, to tell him you want more, and when he pulls out to ease into your ass once again, the heat surges to every limb as pure ecstasy takes hold. 

You moan his name and reach to wrap shaking fingers around his wrist, nails leaving marks against his skin as he thrusts into you once again. 

“Does it feel good?” he asks with the words straining against his tongue, too wrapped up in the moment. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“Good,” you cry out without hesitation, succumbing to the pleasure as the tension builds between your thighs. “It feels… so fucking good, don’t… don’t stop.” Your voice wavers more with every shaky syllable as you tell him what he needs to hear. The words convince him you’re ready for more as he thrusts a bit harder, and bit deeper, fucking your ass just like the video you showed him while continuing to draw you closer to your peak with circles against your clit. You whimper and moan and call out his name, begging him not to stop, begging for more while getting lost in the bliss and drowning out all of your worries in the moment. He gives you what you ask him for, pumping himself inside of you quicker, harder, sending surges of pure bliss and heat to every inch of your body as you tighten your walls around his cock and begin dripping arousal down to your ass, making a wet, sloppy mess while the noises mix with your cries of bliss.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing so tight, baby,” he groans as his hips slow, but he applies more pressure to your clit. “You feel so fucking good.” 

From the words you’re aware he won’t last much longer and wants to put your pleasure first, so you begin rocking your hips against his cock to receive more of him, feeling the pressure build, then tension tighten, and the heat of pure ecstasy swell until everything snaps. The pleasure surges to every limb as your back arches, your head rolls back, and you grip his wrist tighter while coming undone. Your hips buck against him and he never pulls away from pleasuring your clit, feeling your walls contract around him as your juices spill to coat his flesh and your own, and the moans fall from your lips over and over until your body grows limp.

You pant and huff and puff to catch your breath, continuing to shake as he begins easing himself in and out of you once again. You gasp from the sensitivity, but his slow, careful motions coax you down from the high and ease your body all the more as he begins fucking your ass to get himself off. He bites his lip and furrows his brow before gripping your hips to hold you steady, burying himself deep within your walls to have you whimpering his name and urging him to come.

He thrusts a few more times, jaw falling slack and sweat beading at his temple, and you stare up at him to admire the sight of his features twisted in pure pleasure as he fills your ass over and over with his cock. His grip on your hips tightens just as he quickens his pace just a bit more, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass mixing with his own groans and your whimpering encouragements, telling him how good it feels, telling him you want him to come, drawing him closer to his own end until the pleasure builds and snaps.

He grunts and pulls out of your ass, quickly gripping his cock and pumping his length so his cum begins to spill onto your drenched slit. The thick, white ropes paint your skin, mixing with your own arousal as he releases between your thighs. His body tightens, muscles tensing, chest heaving, and after the last drop hits your skin, he exhales the deepest breath before he pulls away to allow his body to melt into the couch. 

You both take a moment to catch your breaths, coming down from the new experience and allowing the moment to register in your minds. The shyness begins to take hold once again, suddenly finding yourself grinning and a bit giggly as he reaches for the towel he prepared and begins cleaning you, taking care of you. He can’t help but to grin as well between places a few soft kisses against your lips, but neither of you say much as you try to gather yourselves. He finishes wiping between your thighs as a few more giggles slip from your lips, and then he focuses on himself while you wrap yourself up in your robe once again.

The moment he’s finished cleaning up until he can take a hot shower (in which you will join him for, though you already had one), you lean in to press your lips against his cheek, and in a way you silently thank him for being so open to trying new things, and patient enough to make you feel completely comfortable with him. 

[flowersbane]

a scenario with a baker!reader gifting Joshua a little cake… which he happily eats (it’s carrot cake and he has no clue lol)

Idk but I wanted to share my silly little thought because I enjoyed your writing :’3

pls, this idea is so freaking cute!!! i'm so glad i finally got to write it, thank you so much for your request and patience, i hope you enjoy

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The Trojan Cake

Joshua Rosfield x Reader

I might write another, shorter version of this where the reader bakes him a carrot cake without knowing about his carrot aversion, but, idk, let me know if anyone wants to see that. It would have to be a bit further in the future because I have some other things I'm working on that you can learn about here.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Baker!Reader, Finally Getting Joshua To Eat Some Gosh Darn Vegetables, Fluff, Teasing, Unedited, Lots Of Appearances From Other Characters, Fun, Cutesy, Joshua Is Just A Big Golden Retriever

A new shipment of baking supplies was due to arrive today. You sway on your feet as you wait. Water laps at the wood beneath you, but you pay it no mind. Cursebreakers and laborers work on moving boxes off the ship and onto the Hideaway’s Pier.

“Carrots? Again?” Gav’s voice sounds from nearby. “And what are we supposed to do with all of these? We still haven’t gotten through the last shipment of them. There’s only so much carrot bisque a man can stomach. Soon enough, half the Hideaway’ll have orange hair and orange skin.”

Otto sighs. “Food’s food, Gav. We’ll find some use for them.”

Gav’s disgruntled expression doesn’t fade. “Unbelievable.”

Your attention is caught by someone calling your name. Mid waves you over from the ship’s deck. “You’ve got to come and see this! You’ll be grinning from ear to ear when you see how much stuff they’ve sent for you!”

You’re already grinning from ear to ear by the time you reach her side. Crates of flour, sugar, and yeast are tied down to the deck with sturdy rope. “And this is all for me?” you ask.

“You’re the one best suited for it,” Mid points out. “Now, I don’t mean to rush you but I’m pretty sure everyone at the Hideaway can already smell all the fresh baked sweets!”

“Oh, certainly,” Cole agrees as he and a handful of other Cursebreakers approach. “We’ll get these supplies to the Ale Hall,” he assures you.

“What are you going to make?” asks Mid.

You miss a beat before answering, “it’s a surprise.” In truth, you have no idea. You know the people of the Hideaway would be happy with anything you baked, but you didn’t want to fall into a boring routine. You wanted to try something new, even if you didn’t need to.

Mid only makes an excited sound from behind sealed lips. “The suspense is killing me!”

You laugh, but you know how she feels. The frustration of not knowing what you’ll bake weighs on you as well. “Well, best get to it.”

You descend from the boat and make your way back up to the main floor of the Hideaway. There are plenty of boxes that still need to be moved, so the lift is somewhat crowded. You wait for a path to be cleared before darting out.

“Have you tried chopping them up and hiding them in a stew?” Tarja’s voice catches your ear. She and Jote are crossing the Boarding Deck, clearly on their way to the Infirmary.

“If he sees them, he’ll claim he’s not hungry and refuse to eat,” Jote replies. “Not to mention, I can’t say I feel very comfortable trying to deceive His Grace.”

“They’re just carrots, Jote. I’m sure your decree says nothing against ensuring the Phoenix eats well.”

“If it were up to His Grace, I’m sure there would be.”

You continue your way into the main hall. It’s not uncommon to hear Tarja complaining about Joshua’s bad habits. You suppose this time it’s his aversion to vegetables. Especially carrots. Unfortunate, given that seems to be what the Hideaway has most of these days.

You’re halfway across the Main Deck when someone else calls your name, their voice sounding from your left. Speak of the devil. Joshua approaches with an easy skip to his step. The smile on his face tells you that he’s heard about your new arrival of supplies, but not that of the carrots’ reinforcements. Well, he might’ve and is simply choosing to ignore it. In fact, that is more likely to be the reality of things.

“I heard about the shipment of goods. Will you get to baking soon?”

If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging uncontrollably despite his cool disposition. You nod, your own smile creeping onto your face as an idea begins to form. “And you’ll be the first to get a taste.”

“Really? I will?”

You nod again. He’s always terribly eager to sample your new recipes.

He’ll have no idea. “Ah, my love, you’re brilliant.” He places a hand on either side of your head and plants a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll look forward to it.”

“You should.” You certainly are.

As he disappears on to the Boarding Deck, you dart over to the bar. 

“Psst. Cole.” You wave the cursebreaker over.

“What is it?”

“Could you acquire me a crate of those carrots that just arrived? I have plans for them. Oh, but don’t let Joshua know. Keep this between us.”

He gives you a curious look, but does as you ask without question. You ask another of the cursebreakers to keep Joshua distracted for the time being. Your plans would be ruined if he were to walk in midway through.

“What, exactly, are you planning?” someone asks from behind you.

Jill runs her finger over the wooden boxes on the counter. You can’t help the little, proud gleam in your eye. “I’m going to get Joshua to eat carrots and like them,” you declare.

“Oh?”

“A carrot cake! He won’t even know they’re there.”

“I’m not sure if eating carrots in a cake counts as Joshua getting a proper intake of vegetables,” she points out.

You shrug. “Gotta start somewhere.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Lots.” 

You, Jill, and a handful of other helpers get to work immediately. With no time to waste, the work is made lighter with more hands to share in its labor. The only thing you can’t speed up is the time of actual baking.

“Do you truly believe this will work?” Jill asks.

“I do. Although, it would be a little funny if he could tell anyway. Like some sort of carrot-sniffing bloodhound. A carrot-hound.”

“Who’s a carrot-hound?” Clive stops at Jill’s side.

“Depending on the results of this experiment, Joshua.”

Clive gives you an almost pained look. “Please do not tell me you’re planning on experimenting on my brother.”

“I promise it won’t become a regular occurrence. Probably. Most likely.”

Clive only sighs and shakes his head.

The cakes finish baking and the air is filled with the scent of freshly baked sweets. You and your assistants–now including Clive–are just finishing spreading the frosting when Joshua arrives, eyes alight with excitement. He says your name with a boyish eagerness that makes your heart squeeze. He truly has no idea. “I hope no one has prevented you from keeping your promise to me.”

You do your best not to roll your eyes. He can still be so childish at times, despite himself. “No, of course not. In fact, you’re just on time. I was about to cut the first slice.”

He smiles. “Excellent.”

He doesn’t even seem to notice how everyone pauses to watch as he takes the first bite. He closes his eyes to savor it. You press your lips together to keep your mischief from showing. “This is delicious, my love, as always.” Your heart soars. You’ve done it. And he’s none the wiser.

You exchange a knowing glance with Jill and Clive. Jill looks mildly impressed while Clive simply seems to be marveling at his brother’s obliviousness. “Alright, everyone,” you announce, “you’re all free to dig in!”

- 

Gav arrives about a half an hour after everyone has already begun eating. He and Otto approach, standing on the other side of Clive, who has taken a seat at the bar beside Joshua.

Gav takes note of the remaining cakes. “Ooo, carrot cake, one of Otto’s favorites.”

You, Clive, and Jill freeze, eyes darting to Joshua. You practically see the life drain from his face. He turns a betrayed expression on you, like a pup who’s found his medicine at the center of his treat. By now, he’s already finished two large slices and is halfway through his third. You can’t help, you begin your apologies but the laughter in your voice steals any sincerity from them.

He practically whines your name, saying, “how could you?”

“But you liked it, didn’t you? Before you knew what it was?”

You can practically see his invisible tail and ears drooping. You’ve never seen him look so unlike the Phoenix before. It only makes you giggle more.

“I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know how I’ll recover from this.”

“Alright, my love, no need to be so overdramatic.”

He pouts. He actually pouts. “You’ll have to find a way to make this up to me.”

“Up to you? I did all of this for you.”

“You did all of this for yourself. I hope you’ve had your fun.”

You lean over the counter, smug as one could be. “Oh, I have.”

“Mhm.” He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your lips. You can still taste the frosting. “You better have. Otherwise, I will have eaten this for nothing.”

“You would have, at the very least, learned that you can stomach carrots. Isn’t that something?”

He laughs. “No, absolutely not. Just promise you won’t do something like this again.”

“I promise,” you draw out the word, “that it won’t become a regular occurrence.”

He rolls his eyes, but a smile toys at the corners of his mouth. “What did I ever do to deserve this?”

“Something really good, I imagine.”

His smile grows. “Must have been.”

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I have a prompt request:

Cain and Abel were born due to an affair between Adam and Lucifer(who was disguised as a hunter). Eve noticed it but doesn’t tell Adam. Meanwhile,Heaven is scheming on how to get rid of them both.

TW: For character death

Adam held his beautiful babies in his arms, they truly were perfect. He knew having them likely hurt Eve's feelings, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Adam had stumbled upon Lucias in the woods ten months ago, both were hunting and hit it off.

It didn't take long before their relationship turned romantic and sexual. He had made Adam feel so loved and special. He didn't even know he could get pregnant until it happened. Lucias had been there for his whole pregnancy getting everything Adam would ever need and want, hunting and fishing for him.

Adam was saddened that he wasn't there when their boys were born. But maybe he'll see again some day?

Eve knew what happened, but she didn't have it in her to take away Adam's happiness. She would raise the boys as her own.

-

Sera sat at a round table with many other angels, fuming about the current events on earth. The first man and the devil had twin boys together, this was completely unacceptable!

Even banished to the pits of Hell Lucifer finds ways to spit in their eye. "You know what must be done about these children, they were never meant to exist."

Michael nodded. "How would you like it done?"

"When they are older, influence the older of the two. I don't care how. Make him be the one to do it, then we will take care of him." Sera's voice was cold and lacking any emotion.

Lucifer wanted to play dirty? Sera would make sure he pays for what he had done.

By hurting his love.

- Years Later -

Adam screamed in horror at the sight before him, he rushed over to his son who laid bloody on the ground unmoving. "What did you do!?" He pulled Abel to his chest and sobbed.

Cain just stood there wide eyed, why did he do that? He was mad sure, but his brother...... "I don't know dad, I'm sorry!"

All Adam could do was cry as he held his youngest son, rocking him like he did when he was a baby.

Sera came down to earth and pointed to Cain. "For your act of violence resulting in a death, you will be cursed to walk this earth alone until you atone for what you did."

Adam snapped his head up. "What? No! Ca-" He turned and his other son was gone, like he was never there. He screamed louder, his heart shattered beyond repair.

After a while of sobbing there, Eve found him and they eventually buried Abel near the house.

-

Lucifer could feel something was very wrong, but he didn't know what. There was a presence of a soul in Hell now and part of him thought it was Adam.

When he answered his door after there were a couple of soft knocks however, he was surprised at who was there. "Abel?"

The newly formed sinner looked up at him with matching yellow and red eyes, other than that he looked like Adam. "Hello, father."

[slightlystupidhun]

Clip Your Wings

WELL!! You all decided you wanted some Angel angst!! The runner up in the poll was going to be who I killed off so please enjoy! (Also I didn’t proofread because it made me sad)

Warning: Angst, Violence, Character Death, Major Character injury, owie my heart

Summary: The boys go out on a mission and Tank plays body guard. However the night doesn’t quite go to plan.

Angel had been pacing back and forth for about 30 minutes on a rant about who was better at games between Ash and Milo. Tank had watched them practically burn a hole in the rug with how much they had been pacing.

It was always funny, to Tank at least, whenever Angel would get into these fits. It would always be so hard to pull them out of it until they got a clear answer.

“Eh I think you should conclude that Milo is a bit worse than Ash. He’s okay but if you put him in a halo game, Ash has got him beat easily.” Tank yawned into their hand. “Not to mention if you put them in a horror game together.”

Angels eyes lit up with excitement. They had never thought of doing that but knew that it would be entertaining nevertheless. They walked over to the large leather couch and plopped down next to Tank.

“You really think we could make that happen?” Angels eyes beamed with anticipation. No doubt they were already scheming what to do next.

“I’m sure if he lost a bet we could.” Tank nodded and shrugged it away.

The night hadn’t been too bad this far. David, Ash, Cristian and Milo had gone out on a gig to help the department with some underground cult or something. DUMP needed brawn and the pay they provided was too good to pass up.

Since Tank was currently out of commission due to working the past two nights and refusing to tell Sam about a “small” ankle injury, David refused to let them go and instead had them stay with Angel.

Speaking of the Devil, or rather, Angel, they were now inserting a movie, it was Bambi. They loved the classic colors of the film and the adorable little cartoon animals.

~~~~~~~~

The small group of shifters blended in well with the department staff as they breached the cultist base. They walked through the cold cement building, it was only lit up by candlelight.

They soon arrived to a large wenge door, it was covered in scratches and red paint, making out faint markings of what looked to be a skull on a dagger. They slowly opened the large door to reveal the cult leader, who spun around in his chair in all evil villain fashion.

“Ah welcome, welcome friends.” He smiled at them menacingly.

“Blake. It’s over.” Sweetheart walked into the room, past the wolves.

“Maybe it’s over for now. But, not for me.” He let out a dark chuckle, glancing over to David. “You see I have been working day in and day out to…” he sighed. “Well if doesn’t matter anymore. I’m sure you wouldn’t care about me anyway.” He looked down, obviously trying to manipulate them. Then he smiled and made direct eye contact with David again. “But you do care for your precious Angel right?”

“Leave them be Blake, stop your short sighted tricks. It’s over.” Sweetheart said firmly grabbing their cuffs.

“Lets see if I remember your address… and if I don’t… maybe my shade will. He can clip your Angels wings”

~~~~~~~~

As the movie came up to the part (angels favorite part) where the animals find their “love” interests, Angel making plenty jokes about shifters doing the same thing, they heard a knock on the door.

It wasn’t a knock. It was banging. Loud banging.

That was when Tank got a call from David and immediately answered, already heading to stand between Angel and the door.

“Tank?” His voice called out frantically.

“Dav- what’s going on?” They asked, brows furrowing together and face scrunching up. They were preparing to shift if they needed.

“The cult they...” He took a sharp breath. “A shade, please get to somewhere safe and-“

Before he could finish Tank grabbed Angels wrist and took them down to the basement. Tank handed Angel the gun they always kept on them, in case they needed to defend themself.

“What’s going on Tank?” Angel said beginning to get scared.

“Anything comes down here you point and shoot.” They adjusted angels pose. “Just like this.”

“Tank, you’re scaring me… what’s going on?”

“A shade is here and I need to keep you safe.”

“What about you?” Angel asked hands shaking.

“I’ll hold him off until David gets here. I need you to stay here. Do not move from this spot okay?” Tank patted Angels shoulder and handed them their phone, Tanks screen lighting up with a text from Sam. “The code is 4321. Use it to call David if… just don’t move unless it’s to run away.”

With that Tank tan up the stairs, Angel could hear them locking the basement door and Tank shifting. The sound of wood splintering let them know that the front door was broken open. The large oak door seemed unbreakable to them, they could hardly believe it splintered, let alone broke at all.

They heard an ugly hissing sound, it must have been the shade. Then they could hear the sounds of fighting and growling. Angel had heard stories of shades from David. Tank really needed to be cautious… one slip up and they could-

Their thoughts were cut off by the sound of a table breaking and Tank yelping. They could hear the shifter take a large bite from the shade and another scream. Wait why did it sound like there were two shades? Angel swore only one was there a second ago.

They frantically texted Davey to let him know of what was happening.

Tank (Angel): They locked me in the basement. Tanks fighting two shades I think!! Davey please hurry!!

Davey: I’m on my way Angel hold on!

Sam: Hey Darlin how is your night going?

Darlin (Angel): Sam! A shade broke in, now there are two, Tank locked me in the basement and they are fighting them. It sounds bad.

Sam: I’m coming.

There were so many sounds happening. The sounds of Tanks phone flooding. The sound of wood splintering, glass shattering, a wolf yelping, shades screaming. It was all so overwhelming and suffocating. Luckily, the sound was getting quieter. Tank must have gone against one shade and won, but then they heard Tank yelp, a yelp similar to the one they let out when they rolled their ankle. Shit! They broke their ankle!!!

Angel tried to run up the stairs to go help but the door was locked and wouldn’t budge. The cold golden door knob now becoming their worst energy.

The sounds continued and the yelps got quieter, that was until it fell silent. Too silent.

Angel couldn’t tell how long it had been silent for. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? The silence was more deafening than anything and they now longed for the crashing and screaming and banging because that meant someone was still alive.

They sat against the door silently sobbing and curling up into a small ball. That was until the intense rush of footsteps ran into the house.

The basement door was very close to the front door. You only needed to take a left down the hallway. Footsteps, fast, and loud echoed throughout the hallway but Angel couldn’t stop themself from crying. The door suddenly flung open and Angel fell through to the floor, falling onto a familiar pair of hiking boots. It was David.

He gently picked them up and held them close to him. Cradling them and giving them soft kisses trying to comfort them. That was until Asher’s voice could be heard yelling from the kitchen.

“DAVID! DAVID HELP!” Asher sounded frantic and afraid. David stood up and ran over to Ash, fearing that his friend was being attacked. Angel followed behind David rushing through the hall.

Both of them froze upon arriving to the kitchen. There under Asher’s hand was Tank, a quickly fading Tank. Next to them, two dead shades. Their body was covered in blood and scratches and their ankle was popped out of place. Their face was becoming sickeningly pale and their lips were losing all color.

They smiled at Angle and gave them a sad nod.

“I won…” they said weakly coughing out.

“Hang on Tank! Sam is going to be here any minute! Please!” Angel said dropping to their knees at the shifters side. “You idiot! You should have run away! You shouldn’t have fought them… not for me!” They cried out loud.

“Hey…” Tank coughed. “I’d do anything to protect my Alpha.” They smiled softly.

David finally found his feet and moved to sit next to them. He tried to use his magic to heal them, he had taken a few classes after the last incident, but it didn’t work.

“Tank hold on please.” David said squeezing their hand.

“Davi…d T…Tell Sam… I love him… te…tell him he… he is the best… thing to…” their words got quieter and quieter and they began closing their eyes. David shook them, slightly slapping their cheeks.

“Hey! HEY! No no no no no You stay awake! You stay awake now!” David pleaded with Tank.

“You survived through all of this! You don’t get to die!” Angel cried out loud clutching Tanks hand.

“T…thanks for… for being… my family.” Tank smiled.

“Stop no final fair-wells! You don’t get to do that.” Angel patted their face. “You are gonna live! You and Sam are gonna get married, and I am going to force you to dress up, even though you will hate it.” They squeezed Tanks face and brought their forehead to touch Tanks cold skin. “Sam will look so dashing and smile at you like how he always does! You two will live a long happy life, and you will grow old, and be the godparent of any kid David and I adopt, if we do that.”

Tank chuckled which trailed off into a small fit of coughs. They felt so cold, so scared. They knew that it would happen sooner or later but god how they wished it wouldn’t be now. They wanted to live that life with Sam. To explore their new friendship with Angel. They wanted to be a part of the pack, to be a part of something that didn’t just involve fighting. They wanted to live.

But life was cruel. They learned that day one. They got colder and their eyes grew heavier. It was happening it was always gonna happen.

Angel remained in their spot. Their forehead pushed against Tanks.“Please! I need you to be here! You can’t die you can’t-“

“Darlin?” Sam walked in. The pit in his stomach grew and he felt physically ill. He immediately got down and tried to heal them but nothing seemed to work. They squeezed his hand and slightly shook their head.

They had talked about this, Tank wanted to live their natural life. They wanted to die when it happened. They didn’t want to be turned.

“Darin you know I gotta ask you one more time. Do you.. do you want me to.” He began to choke on his tears.

“Tank please…” Angel said sobbing out loud.

“Hey… I’m su..posed to… be th.. one cryn…” they looked back at Sam and shook their head. Denying his final offer. He solemnly nodded and lifted their head to rest on his lap. He ran his fingers through his mates hair as they drifted of to an eternal rest. “I… luv… y’all …” was the last thing they told the room before finally succumbing to their injuries.

Their lifeless body laid on the floor, in their mates arms, hands holding their Alphas and their best friends. Their family, Milo, Cristian, and Asher, stood in the corner of the room, holding one another.

This day would be one that broke Angel. They truly loved keeping company and being the friend of Tank. Watching tanks bored expressions during pack meetings always brightened their day. When they went to the first meeting without Tank… or Sam. They had to excuse themself to cry.

They moved out of the previous home they built with David and into a new one closer to the woods. They would go to sleep and still feel the cold wall of the basement, and hear the screaming and crashing and banging of their home.

They would hear tank screaming for help before dying in their hands, being suffocated by the loss. By the fact that they couldn’t do anything.

And in the end Angel never got over that feeling. Tank made them feel like they were strong. That it didn’t matter that they were unempowered. However, this situation reminded them of one thing. They were powerless. They were human.

[stereax]

is there a reason why Carolina is losing all their affiliates???

Other than being assholes to Erik Haula?

Okay, but in all seriousness, there's a short answer and a long one.

The short answer is two words long: Pyotr Kochetkov.

The long answer? Meet me under the cut.

Alright, hi there. So to answer this question fully, we need to talk about the AHL in depth. The AHL, or American Hockey League, is the second-highest league of North American pro hockey, under the NHL. Most people tend to believe it's just "where prospects play before they hit the NHL". This is... only a part of the story.

There are 32 teams in the AHL to match 32 NHL teams. The idea there is that every NHL team would have an AHL affiliate - the most recent expansion, for example, the Coachella Valley Firebirds, is the AHL affiliate for the newest NHL team, the Seattle Kraken. Many of these teams are owned by the same group as owns the NHL team - Harris Blitzer, for example, owns both the New Jersey Devils and the Utica Comets. Others don't - the AHL's Charlotte Checkers, for instance, are owned by Michael Kahn, whereas their NHL affiliate, the Florida Panthers, is owned by Sunrise Sports (aka Vincent Viola).

Why is this important? Well, if you're an NHL team that owns your AHL team, you can let that AHL team leak money. You're turning a good profit on the NHL team, so you don't have to make your AHL team economically viable on its own - you just put it in as a massive tax write-off and go on with your day. Thus, you can put all of your AHL team's resources into developing your AHL players to get ready to play at the NHL level. Of course you sign some vets and such of your own, maybe get a few undrafted guys for the AHL team too, but generally, an NHL-owned AHL team's sole purpose is to develop NHL players. Winning the Calder Cup (the AHL equivalent to the Stanley Cup, not to be confused with the Calder Memorial Trophy given to the best NHL rookie) is just gravy on top.

Contrast this to independently-owned AHL teams, where this is not the case. For these teams, making money is paramount. How do you make money? When you win. Fun fact - the Chicago Wolves, incidentally, used to be televised on main channels partially as a fuck you to Bill Wirtz, who didn't let the Chicago Blackhawks' home games be televised, presumably to drive ticket sales. The Wolves saw that and pounced on the opportunity to make some cash. So if nothing else, love them for sticking it to the Hawks. You can still watch Wolves games on My50, it seems, if you've got that channel, as well as AHL streaming options.

But back to independently-owned AHL teams before I go on my daily anti-Hawks crusade. You want to make money. You do that when you win. When you make the postseason. When you win in the postseason. Independently-owned AHL teams want to win, not necessarily develop for the NHL. So when your NHL team keeps taking your best player away for weeks and then giving him back... you get annoyed.

Let's now talk about the ECHL and the Norfolk Admirals. Thankfully, this is going to be a lot simpler. The ECHL, unlike the AHL, has only 28 teams. This means 4 NHL teams don't have an ECHL team. In addition, very few, if any, ECHL teams are owned by their NHL affiliates. This further incentivizes them to play for profit (winning the Kelly Cup, the ECHL version of the Stanley Cup) instead of development. On top of this, relatively few ECHL players actually make it to the NHL. ECHL affiliates change fairly frequently, especially due to many of the teams folding because of financial issues (most recently the Brampton Beast, Manchester Monarchs, and Quad City Mallards). So if an ECHL team decides to drop its NHL affiliate, or vice versa, there are four other suitors, all of whom would probably want to pay the ECHL team decent money to be their associate. For the Admirals, it's easy - they see the Canes lose their AHL affiliate and decide they'd rather take the Jets' offer instead, whether it be for the money (Carolina's supposedly notoriously stingy) or for the security. It's just really fucking funny that it happens at the same time Carolina loses their AHL team. Get fucked lol.

Now let's play Chicago Wolves Simulator. You are Don Levin and Buddy Meyers, the Wolves' owners. Your goal is to win the Calder Cup or at least come pretty damn close so you can pay the bills. You have a good team - hell, you won the Calder last year! - but your best asset is this star goaltender named Pyotr Kochetkov. When Koochie's in net, you usually win because he bails out your team. When he isn't there to help you win, you kind of don't. Now, Carolina's going through its own issues in net, so they keep calling Koochie up and down. And, as previously mentioned, you kind of suck without Koochie. To be fair, you're not all that great with him, but you suck without him. And you have no control over when he goes up to Carolina, even just to sit on the bench.

You miss the playoffs by one point. One. And your three-year contract with the Canes is up. What do you do?

Waddell Young, GM of the Wolves, says their philosophy and the Canes' fundamentally differed. The Wolves develop and win. Winning develops, to them. The Canes wanted the Wolves to focus solely on development. Not winning. So, when their deal with the Canes was up, the Wolves said "no thanks, we're not going to continue this, we're going independent". This decision makes them the first non-NHL affiliated team in almost 30 years. Now, this isn't to say all independently-owned AHL teams are doomed to fail in partnerships because of divergent philosophies. Look at the Hershey Bears and the Washington Capitals for a prime example of that - the Bears are one of the best teams in the AHL and have won four Calder Cups with the Caps as their affiliates since their affiliation began in 2005. But the Wolves were quite unhappy with the Canes, and so the two split. Also notable is that the Canes have also poisoned the waters with who should be their local AHL affiliate, the Charlotte Checkers, to the point where the Checkers affiliated with the Panthers instead. So... there's that.

So what can the Canes now do with non-roster players? They can affiliate with another AHL team (co-affiliation); one instance of this was when the Seattle Kraken affiliated with the Charlotte Checkers in 21-22 because the Coachella Valley Firebirds weren't yet ready. Supposedly the plan is to get an affiliate for 24-25. But what do they do this year? Especially if they can't find an affiliate to share, which seems more and more likely as the summer drags on? Well, you can't sign players to two-way deals with the Wolves anymore, so you can't really keep veterans around in the AHL to call up if needed. So you... sign nine defensemen to NHL contracts and carry them on the roster at all times. Yep. Don Waddell, Canes GM, has basically stated outright that his roster is probably going to have to carry 22 or 23 players at all times to be sure to have replacements in case of injury. And your prospects? They either go to Europe, where they're basically inaccessible for the whole year, or you loan them to other AHL clubs. Waddell has said plans are in place with several teams to send 2 or 3 players each to several different AHL clubs. For your youngest, they go back to major junior in the CHL and related leagues. Same for your veterans - if you want to keep them, you'll have to sign them one-way (I believe) and then loan them down to scattered AHL teams across the league. Prospects who you could have signed to play in the AHL and develop? You're probably going to have to let them go to free agency (see: Kevin Wall, leading player for Penn State and Carolina draft pick, who just inked a deal with the Milwaukee Admirals, AHL affiliate of the Nashville Predators). And then you can send your worse prospects to your ECHL tea- wait. Oops. They just lost that too. Can't do that either. Well, shit.

And remember, one of the Canes' biggest assets is their system of play (with strong defense) that they execute well. The Wolves needed to teach their players the Canes' system and prepare them so the jump from AHL to NHL wouldn't be that tough. The Canes put their coaches on the Wolves for that purpose (the Wolves have since cleaned house and instated their own). Loaning your players to another AHL team? Why would that team be incentivized to teach your player(s) the system? So now even when you're calling up someone to play for the Canes, you have no idea how well they know the system and no idea how well they can play in it.

This now begs the other question - how will the Wolves fill their roster? Well, they've got options. Generally, an AHL team takes the prospects of its NHL affiliate and then fills the rest of the roster with AHL veteran free agents that the AHL team signs to AHL-only deals. But without an NHL team, it's a smidge more complicated, or perhaps easier. Firstly, other NHL teams can loan their prospects to the Wolves instead of their own AHL teams if they consider the Wolves better at developing them, for instance. The Wolves can now also sign whatever free agent players they find roaming around that could be a good fit for their team - undrafted college players, good ECHL players that can't seem to get called up enough, AHL veterans, players on European teams (especially Russians who might want the chance to get the fuck out of Russia) and so on. These free agent players could see the Wolves as a stable AHL team that can pay solid money (the AHL doesn't have a cap) with a strong chance at contending for the Calder as well as a possible stepping stone to an NHL contract. The Wolves also don't have to worry about these free agents taking ice time away from the Canes' prospects, who would need to be prioritized under an affiliation, which would also be a strong incentive for AHL free agent veterans to sign with them - they'd be able to get a truly fair chance, unlike under an affiliate system where prospects are the priority and free agents are generally playing fewer (and worse) minutes.

And remember - Chicago just drafted Bedard. The city's getting back into hockey and Hawks tickets are expensive. Want to watch some quality hockey on the cheap? Why not come to Wolves games! They're only 18 miles away from the Hawks, too!

TL;DR stan the Wolves for rejecting the system. Canes Suck.

[leofrith]

hii so i‘m way to invested in everyone‘s baldurs gate plays. can we see your tavs? I would love to see them haha😭

YESSSSSS i will happily take any excuse to talk about my tavs. 🥰 i'm sorry this took so long. i wanted to have their Lore™ a little more set in stone before answering this, but then i proceeded to make uhhhh 2 more tavs and a durge. 🤡

i am listing my characters in the order i created them. they're all good/neutral aligned because being mean in video games makes me break out in hives. aaaaand this is going under a read more because it got really fucking long. 🥴

marqwyn stoneheart

race: human

class: eldritch knight fighter

background: soldier

romance: gale

my first tav who i adore. ❤️ i stole her name from the very first character i created for a now abandoned dnd campaign (though she's nothing like og marqwyn). she's a former flaming fist who left their service due to the corruption she witnessed there. after leaving the city she became an independent soldier for hire—but she's a terrible mercenary because she's a bleeding heart who will help people because they need it, regardless of whether they can pay her or not.

she has dragged the party into many an unnecessary brawl because her charisma is literally in the negatives. we love a girl incapable of talking herself out of Situations. she also used to have two brown eyes before deciding to get herself volo'd during a brief moment of desperation-fuelled insanity.

her backstory has changed a lot since i first made her, mostly because i didn't really have anything in mind when i started playing. 😬 i also had no fucking clue what i was doing when i first started and it certainly shows (tons of missed content, didn't take enough long rests, completely missed lae'zel for the first ~30 hours of gameplay, have done quests in an extremely questionable order, etc.).

i romanced gale with her because the wizard had me by the jugular the second he opened his mouth, and buff wife who hits things with her big sword and her squishy wizard husband who casts counterspell is something that can be so personal. that being said, i do want to rework her character and do another playthrough with her, probably romancing wyll, because her playthrough is a mess.

i will now dip into the alternate canon that lives in my brain in which my next three tavs are allowed to coexist, so just stay with me here and trust in the vision ajgjsdgf

meadow moonwillow

race: mephistopheles tiefling

class: storm sorcerer, bard of the college of lore

background: entertainer

romance: karlach (or enya in the canon that exists in my head)

i made her specifically for my karlach romance run, because best girl deserves a little sunshine to match her own. meadow was born to play gigs in dive bars, but was cursed with a natural talent for magic. 😔 she'll use it because it's useful in a fight, i guess, but she'd much rather insult people to death. if there is shit to be disturbed, she will disturb it.

her and gale are best friends, because i think having some friendly spell caster competition with his bestie who (begrudgingly) lets him teach her wizard spells would be good for his mental health. her and wyll butt heads a bit at first, mostly because meadow's way of trying to comfort people is through humor, and her attempts to make him feel better about his new devil form come off as insensitive (inspired by the way i accidentally insulted wyll at the tiefling party in my meadow playthrough by joking that i was jealous of his horns. king i swear it was meant as a compliment!! 😭). eventually they become really close, which is certainly a necessity when you're both going on a vacation to hell with no set end date.

also my choice of name for her definitely has nothing to do with the fact that i am in the middle of watching the sopranos. definitely not.

landric sparrowsong, "the wrath-bringer"

race: human

class: oath of vengeance paladin, tempest domain cleric of ilmater

background: sage

romance: gale

his backstory is probably the one i've thought about in the most detail, mostly because he's a walking tragedy and i live for that shit. 🧍🏻‍♀️

he was once a school teacher and wasn't much of a fighter at all before his little village near baldur's gate was razed to the ground and his wife and (or so he thinks 👀) daughter were killed, at which point he took up his oath of vengeance. his favourite pastimes now include self-sacrifice and violently murdering evildoers, hence the "wrath-bringer" epithet.

he has been alone—mostly by choice, because he can't lose any more loved ones if there is no one left alive that he loves—for over a decade by the time he's infected, but the forced proximity means the companions very quickly get under his skin. he's very protective of meadow especially (when they're both in the party at the same time in the universe that exists in my head) because she reminds him of his daughter.

he is god's favourite sacrificial lamb, and is consistently the first to go down in a fight (inspired by me, constantly getting him killed by taking far too long to figure out how to play a support class). naturally i paired him with gale because i think the idea of a guy finally opening his heart to the love of another after over a decade of self-imposed solitude out of fear of being hurt again, only for gale to decide to take on a suicide mission just as they're finally realizing their feelings for one another, is soooooo good and tragic. ☺️

he has a soft spot for children, but being around them makes him sad and withdrawn (for obvious reasons), something that the companions notice pretty quickly once they get to the grove and see his cold exterior totally melt around the kids there. he carries a journal which he adds to often, either little blurbs or sketches of people he meets in his travels, ever observing from afar as an outsider.

he was actually a war cleric of mystra when i first multiclassed him because the idea of this man finding solace in his goddes during the worst years of his life only for that same goddess to tell the first person he's truly loved in years that he needs to kill himself is sooooo. anyway. but i decided to change it because war domain just wasn't doing it for me and also have you seen ilmater's whole deal?

also if he bears a close resemblance to my favourite unromanceable assassin's creed npc, that's just a coincidence (lying).

enya sparrowsong

race: human

class: beast master ranger/circle of the land druid

background: urchin

romance: lae'zel (or meadow in the canon that exists in my head)

enya is landric's very alive daughter. i made her in the character creator with no intention of actually doing a playthrough as her, which is a lie i tell myself every time i open the character creator. 😔

ideally she would not even be filling the role of tav at all, but that's obviously not an option for an actual playthrough. she spent her childhood hunting and gathering in the wilds and later pickpocketing her way through the darkened alleys of baldur's gate to survive. in the version of her backstory that lives in my head, she eventually caught the attention of jaheira (by trying to rob her), who then took enya under her wing. the harpers became a family to her, and she is with them in the shadow lands when we meet them at last light in act two. also depending on my mood on any given day, enya and meadow are either bitter exes or couple of the year.

she is generally very abrasive with most people she doesn't know well (her and lae'zel are very perfect for each other), but has a soft spot for animals and orphans. she likes her solitude and it takes a lot of effort to earn her trust (there's a reason she's survived alone as long as she has) but once you do, she's ride-or-die.

she has a raven companion and her preferred wild shape is a wolf, but i've also had a lot of fun using her wolf wild shape and a wolf companion for twice the mauling in combat (and twice the torment for shadowheart—thank you sam for pointing out that she would fucking hate this 😭). i also like to think that she's been helping shadowheart get over her fear of wolves.

her relationship with her dad is deliciously complicated!!! but that's for another post.

idunn

race: high elf

class: necromancy wizard/gloom stalker ranger

background: haunted one

romance: astarion

i haven't played as her much yet, and she's my first durge so i don't really know a ton about that whole background. but her brain is currently scrambled egg and she doesn't remember her past so i figure it's fine if i don't know anything about it either.🧍🏻‍♀️

she's trying so very hard not to kill people, and making up for the lack of murder by being incredibly rude to everyone she meets [astarion approves]. i named her idunn because i like the name but also in large part because i think associating the dark urge with the norse goddess of rejuvenation and vitality is really funny.

aelius lucilius

race: drow half-elf

class: light domain cleric of selune

background: acolyte

romance: shadowheart

he's my newest tav and the one i've played the least, so i'm still working out his backstory. i honestly just really wanted to romance shadowheart as a selunite, which is working out great so far because the shar is already out of the bag and now she loudly and openly hates his fucking guts. 🤪

[solluve]

luxiem school drabbles!!

I was vv busy due to exams and test huhuu, I still have a upcoming final exam

noctyx ver coming out soon !!!

modern school au but you lowkey have a rivalry in most of them!!!I HATE SCHOOL

warning; kissing/ mentions (belehg) long passage be warned, lowkey bad ass writing lmfao IM EMBARSSED

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vox

You were terribly annoyed, you had every right to be! Once again, the embodiment of the devil had beaten you again for test scores, and he was shoving it right in your face.

"Really? A 85% y/n? Cmon, I seriously thought you could do better." His voice boomed in the hallways, you didn't even know why he had decided to follow you outside the classroom. Whatever goes on in the classroom, is suppose to stay. You had just hoped that the sea of people who block his view of you.

How did he even manage to get a higher grade than you? From what you knew, he'd simply just lean on his chair during class and break the dress code with those hideous flip flops. He wasn't even a teachers favorite! In fact, all teachers hated him, but all students had loved him. He wasn't super athletic, but he was decent at almost any sport the school threw at him. He just probably did it all for the girls and boys to fawn over. Who knows, maybe even a student had given him am extra study lesson in exhange for quality time or sports advice.

His tall stature gave him the advantage in the hallways however, despite your constant twist and turns around students and diffrent hallways, his pursuit continued until you reached your locker.

A loud slam erupted from the impact of hand to metal, and your head had shot to your side. One hand on the locker supported his figure, and he stared at you menacingly with a smirk ingraved into his features. Oh how you'd pay to rip it right off.

"Are you done following me, stalker? You won, whatever." You sighed and started to fumble with the combination code to your locker. You didn't understand why you were even nervous, you had no fear for this man at all, you just wanted him gone.

"Stalker? how hurtful y/n! But Besides, I'm not done celebrating. Don't you think I deserve something for my first ever win?" He boasted, you could still see the crumbled up paper that represented his test score smashed agasint the locker.

"I have nothing to give besides my congratulations. Now shoo." You peered stadight into his crimson hues, he was clearly amused by your defensive behavior.

"Well, I guess I should just claim my victory reward then. Every treasure needs hard work anyways" he sighed, and quickly cupped your face with his hands, smashing his lips onto yours.

Your eyes had sprawled in shock, not once during it did your body relax, but you didn't complain either.

He pulled away playfully, a crescent smile was painted onto him, it looked so much better than that menacing smirk.

"I dont remember that being a part of the war?!"

"You don't even remeber the test answers. 85%."

like he smashed ur lips onto yours, you smashed your leg up his

okok I'll stfu

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shu (love this mf too)

How could you even compete with this man?! If vox was the devil, he was the angel. He was top of your computer science class, and it didn't even look like he paid attention either. Did he join this class just to show off? Or is this some type of help-failing-students-in-computer-sceince program he was in. Your dear freind had failed that class until they got tutor by the magical man, and all of a sudden they improved gradually! We're all your lectures never enough for them?! You were already a decent student in the class, you turned about an assignment or two late every month, but that was just it! So why did he have to show up and "out do" you in anything with such a nice persona?! There was something up, you just knew it. There had to be something sinister and evil about this oh so perfect shu yamino. And it was your death wish to find out!

And the only way somebody would start such a difficult mission is to be with the man himself.

"Aha, Shu Yamino, may I please discuss something with you?" You had asked right when the bell had rung, Computer science was your last peroid, so you didn't think you'd be bothering him as much. He had given you a nod to continue as he began to shut off his computer and collect his stuff, you had gone completely silent until he fully turned towards you with a questioning look.

Honeslty up front he was better looking than you had thought. You never came to realize his highlights in his hair, or the way his middle part resembled a banana more than you had made it seem to be in your head, longer yet slightly thinning hair as it went down adorned his neck and landed at around his collarbone. A v shaped smile and bright purple orbs had just combined everything together. You need to get YOUR act together too.

With a quick throat clearing and straighting of posture, you had finally spoke to your secretly worse enemy;

"I'm. Having...Trouble..?" Was all you can manage to put out. You could've slapped yourself in that moment, now he probably thinks your having trouble trying to form a simple sentence as well. But in response, a breathy chuckle emitted out of his vocal chords

"Trouble? Sure, on what specific topic?" Aha! He bought it so easily! You didn't ever think the nerd would be so easy to manipulate— no like seriously. It's concerning how easy that was.

"I'm having trouble on Algorithm." You blurted, honestly that was one of the most simplest stuff ever, it was honestly a requirement to know that before you took the class. You just sorta blurted it out. He had bought everything you had said so far, but he'd probably now doubt you. He knew you were smart, and knew that you avoided him like the plague. This was too obvious, it's better to abort the mission by no—

"Sure, when are you free? I can do today if that's sounds well."

oh.

"Aha! Great, I can do it.. at the Cafe nearby Lake ave..does that sound well?" Shit. It took all of your willpower to compose yourself. That was terribly unexpected, so much so that you honestly regretted everything. All you had to do now was wait until your doom.

You even forgot what this was all for.

You waited at the exact spot your proposed the idea too. A nervous wreck. You had to remind yourself half way what you were here for.

'Find the bad side of shu yamino'. All you had to do was act terribly stupid! Surely he would snap at you, and you'd finally find out the truth.

But here you were, shu yamino ever so patient. You had done everything! You asked stupid questions, you have fumbled with your paper. You even had thought about going to far lengths like spilling the mysterious drink he bought. You wonder what it even was, it smelled awful. For some reason however, the man never stopped smiling and holding his calm persona. It was a facade, you knew it! All it would take it a final push to break it down, despite everything you knew your were close.

With one more stupid question of repetition, he sighed and put down his pencil. Fianlly, you had succeed—

"Give it up. I know you."

huh? "Did you really think I'd fall for this? I know that your a good student, I just played along with everything. Right when you came up to me I automatically knee what you were up to! But, I enjoyed this date of ours very much."

Wait, date?

You were bummed and embarssed he had caught you, but maybe it was for good. Maybe your mission was just to get closer to shu.

and maybe you could mark it as successful.

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mysta

How annyoing,, it was terribly difficult to work with that man! You prided yourself in making sure nobody had broken hallway rules, you were never annyoing when correcting and reminding people, but you were when it came to him.

Mysta Rias was not only one the schools pranksters, but the "make-yn-have-the-worst-day-everinator!" He'd constantly run in the hallways, sometimes even using school property to swing himself around like a parkour course! Like your math teacher isn't going to give you extra points becuase you jumped off the water fountain at a 90° angle. Maybe you can use your poor math skills to find out the damage cost of that same fountain.

And there he went again in the middle of transition blocks, shouts of students in discomfort as he pushed past them in a mocking manner. This time for sure you would catch him, you just...also need to push past the sea of people. In a action of haste you also discarded the murmurs and other children's grunts as you rushed past everyone, and you held a firm grip upon the brunette.

Finally, You had caught the mf! Now at it was left was to drag him to the principles office and stop his stupid antics. However, a kid with green eyes stared back at you with fear.

Wrong fucking kid.

The sea of people had cast out into there classes, you held onto the kid in total shock. This was so embarrassing!! YOU GRABBED THE WRONG KID. YOU HAD ONE JOB OML

You heard a menacing irrating laughter behind you, and you new who it fucking belonged to.

"LMFAOO, you deadass thought I was that mf?! Who do you think I am?!" A fucking idiot tbh..

In a mfing FLASH you had grabbed mysta instead, dragging his ass into the direction of the princapls office. He had chuckled on the way there..until he had relized where your actually taking him.

The cocky,, arrogant persona quickly changed into one of desperation.

"Wait, you can't take me there! That will be like my what, 15th visit?! Hey cmon, I thought we were freinds, in fact, more than that!! You can't just betray me like this!!" He had scrambled out of your grip and stood right back up, quickly grabbing your shoulders and putting you in place.

"How 'bout this, if you don't take me there, I'll reward you with..a kiss!"

you gon be a enemy of the state if he keeps this up

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luca

Where do I start with the Jock of the school. Definition of, "Bronze but no Brains." Infact, you were probably his brains. You tutored him a lot, much to the jealousy of practically everyone in the school. It was a pain to tutor him, it was like training a dog on how to play card games. He constantly tried to change the subject, and he constantly had tried to get YOU to work out with him. You were never interested in physical activity, you much had rather secured your diploma using academic skills. You honestly thought it was all pointless, you had to be terribly good at the sport to get a diploma, it was honestly heart wrenching to see kids go through it.

But not Luca, Luca had such a postive attuide, it was like he wasn't educated on how the world and school had worked. He believe everyone could get anything. Which is a good way to think about stuff, but it's not good to apply it to everything you do.

Luca had always told you the same exact thing however. "Try the sport! I'm sure you'll be amazing at it!" And you had always told him the exact thing, "No thank you."

You had repeated the same thing every time until it was his Birthday. The 10 of April, right when the temp began to rise into spring bliss.

"Its fmy birthday wish! That's all I want from you. No presents, gift, cake, nothing!" He shouted from across the study room, in which you angrily placed your finger to your lip in a an act to shut him up, but he still persisted.

You need to also teach him that presents and gift are  basically the same thing.

"Just try one sport, I'll be your coach! We can do it after school when nobody else is here so you won't feel embarrassed to fianlly move your noodle arms around!"

What a backhanded mf.

You had a headache from his nonsense, to the point you mindlessly told him 'fine' just so you could have a moment to yourself to recover. You had completely forgotten about it, until he dragged you onto the field.

You were already out of breath from running there, now you had to actually play the sport?! You didn't even get a pick! He immediately chose football. He chucked a football towards you, in which you immediately ducked for cover.

You both knew this was going to be a terribly long day.

Minutes turned into minutes, hours into hours, you had completely lost track of everything. You laid on the field in exhaustion, as he joined you a couple minutes later— for some reason. You don't remeber inviting him.

"So! That was fun, yeah?" You had groaned in response, but you wouldn't lie to him, it was terribly fun for once.

"Whatever, my body is going to feel terribly sore tomorrow."

"I could kiss it to make it feel better!"

punch him he has cooties

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Ike

He was honestly perfect, and honestly the most sane out of everyone. He was at the top of his class, and had his fair share of sports and extra circular activities. He put teachers to shame with his own knowledge. And that'd exactly where it had lead you to.

Somehow you had managed to get into a AP English class. You never knew why, maybe it was becuase they ran out of people and decided to throw in students who they thought they could do well, or maybe they actually thought you were smart! Option 1 sounds more realistic though.

Your class was assigned another essay to write, and honestly you were ar the verge of a breaking point. ANOTHER essay? You could've sworn you just finished one about an historical white man. But hey, who's keeping track? Your not even keeping track of the your cup of coffee that tipped off your desk.

A huge splash echoed through the class, and a damped feeling sunk into your uniform. Shit, did that really just happen? Your gaze turned to the cup of coffee that was fully ruined, and wasted among the floor. That was going to a pain to clean up.

But wait—that's not even the point! You don't care about how tedious it will be the clean up, you care about all the eyes on you and your uniform! This was terribly embarrassing, you didn't even know what to think, your mind simply went blank. The bi haired male started back at your from the other side of the classroom, and the teacher muttered something before going to grab the janitor. Your mind was completely blank, you could hear kids snickering amongst themselves. You didn't even feel like crying, you just prayed you were dreaming.

Amongst your frantic thoughts, a hand decorated in diffrent rings reached out to you. You had peered up to see the same Bi- color haired male, the same bi colored orbs gazing right back. He had a concerned smile, and he urged his hand closer, signaling you to take it. It was almost like he teleported from his seat to you.

"Your clothes, let's stop by the office to get another uniform." He muttered, and you gladly took it. You rather had been anywhere besides that classroom.

It was silent on the walk there, you were questioning a lot of things, but especially him. You could've sworn he didn't talk to anyone else, you saw him with a freind group once, but that was it. None of his freinds were in the same AP English class either, so it was werid why he was the one to offer to take you.

Maybe he pitied you that badly.

If only you recognized how he always stared at you in class, and it wasn't just becuase you spilled coffee everywhere that one day.

You were a nervous wreck, and he was for a completely diffrent reason.

──────────────────────── it's 1am I'm so tired I'll correct grammer in the morning 🫂🫂

[deceivesthem]

❛ If God is in the details, and if I believed in God, then he’s in this room with me. ❜

"if god was in the details, then everything has a purpose and if everything has a purpose, then there's a purpose to our suffering. what kind of god allows that?" he's ranting---frustrated, as he drags a hand down his face. he's so tired, he hasn't slept in days and he's having a conversation about god and all his glory or whatever. he's glad Steve doesn't seem to believe in him, either. it makes the conversation a little more tolerable as he huffs out a laugh and looks away. "if god was in the room with us, i think we'd know, wouldn't we?" his family wasn't really all that religious. his aunt Liyana had been the only one really devout in her religion, but she was still open to understanding others. Oliver isn't so sure what he believes anymore, but he knows that his aunt probably prayed to her god before she died and he never answered her prayers. he let her die. what kind of god does that? what kind of god just sits back and watches the innocent suffer? it just doesn't make any sense to him. god is as good as dead in his book. "why are we even talking about this? what happened today that's making you question god?" he looks at Steve, eyebrows pinched together. he's too tired for this. "just forget about god, Steve. he doesn't care."

[ @somniiums ]

[azalea-writes]

Hoi wondering about child!MC that’s very wise and self sufficient but very honest and talks causally about their domestic abuse at home?

A/N: Hello!! The age of MC is up to your interpretation! I went out of track oops

Warning: Domestic abuse

Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub with a child!MC who dealt with domestic abuse

ooc lucifer

Alt: Enjoy!

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Lucifer

Wasn't excited to have a child in the HoL since he has to deal with 6 other man-children.

He was quite distant, so it took him a while to learn how well-mannered MC is or what they had to deal with at home.

Lucifer went to the kitchen to get some coffee, only to see MC washing the dishes while standing on a not-so stable stool.

When he saw that MC was about to fall off the stool, he picked them up and put them on the floor.

"Thank you, sir!"

Lucifer was confused on how a child has more manners than his brothers.

"Apparently their parents would yell at them for not doing anything right. They even said that their parents would get physically violent," Asmo had said with tears in his eyes. It confused Lucifer. Why would anyone have such high expectations for a child?

Lucifer made it his mission (though, he would never tell anyone that) to help MC enjoy their childhood and not to worry for any awful consequences. It was hard, but it might've been his older brother instincts (and pride *ahem*) that didn't let him back down.

His brothers would tease him for having a soft spot for the human child. Lucifer would of course deny it, not wanting to show some sort of weakness. But as he is lying down on his bed, MC curled up next to him after Lucifer calmed them down from their mental breakdown, he was thinking back to his brothers' words.

Of course Lucifer knew about his soft spot for the child, but he didn't want to appear weak to the public. Yet, as he feels MC grabbing his arm their slumber, he doesn't regret a thing.

Mammon

When he got a call from Lucifer, he was expecting to see an adult, not a kid.

"Hello, sir!"

What he was also expecting that the child had no manners at all, but they proven him wrong yet again.

"A child has more manners than Mammon," he heard Asmo snicker.

But, like the usual, he was complaining. about having to babysit a child. What if the child is secretly the devil in disguise?? (Diavolo secret child wow /j)

What's even worse is that MC resides in his room due to Lucifer's orders!

As Mammon was grumbling about how dumb Lucifer is, MC cringed at how messy his room was. Out of instincts, MC decided to clean the room. They gathered Mammon's clothing into one big pile, while Mammon went from talking about Lucifer to his new business idea.

Mammon came back to reality when he heard a thud come from behind. Lo and behold, MC had tripped while carrying a pile of clothes that obscured their view.

"Ya okay kid?!" Mammon hurriedly came by their side. MC just apologized and continued what they were doing. Now Mammon was confused, what the hell are they doing?

"Oi! Why are ya cleaning my room?" He asked, finally noticing the big pile of laundry that was accumulating.

"I'm cleaning your room!" MC happily replied. Were they trying to earn brownie points? No. Did they want a reward? No. Did they think if they did a good deed for him, he would need to pay them back? No.

"My parents would get mad at me for doing something wrong. Sometimes they get really mad and hit me. So I'm protecting you!" MC's answer shocked Mammon, their words repeating in his head while he's trying to comprehend the situation.

As MC struggled to get something on the shelf, he came up behind them and got it for them.

"From now on, I'll be you're big brother protecting ya!" Mammon gave them a toothy grin.

Asmodeus

When he first saw MC, he squealing and talking about how adorable they are.

He's already thinking of many outfits for them, better than what they have on right now.

MC is going to learn many makeup tips at a young age, which Asmo found out that they learn quite quickly.

He is going to have a kid-friendly (and human-friendly) skin care routine for MC. Gotta prevent wrinkles at a young age! (a really young age...)

MC also quickly learned the routine and they're able to do it themself!

He's the brother who's going to tell MC gossip, whether they understand it or not. (what does identity theft mean..?)

"And they were roommates!" Asmo told the story dramatically to keep MC intrigued, even though they didn't understand anything he said.

"Can you hand me my face serum?" Asmo asked, which MC complied. Though with their hands wet from cleansing their face, they were bound to drop it. It shattered on the floor while both of them froze.

Asmo was about to speak until MC started spewing out apologies and the tears were quickly forming.

"Hey, hey! It was just a small accident, I can buy another one!" Asmo tried to comfort them but to no avail.

"I-I'm sorry! Please don't p-punish me!" MC choked out while crying. Asmo froze again, not believing what he was hearing.

"Why would I do that? I wouldn't do something like that, you know me...!" Asmo kept his voice low so MC wouldn't be scared (more than they already are).

With more comforting words, along with his soft voice, MC was able to calm down. Asmo let out a sigh of relief.

"My parents would always get mad at me for doing anything wrong..." It was a short answer, but it was enough to know what had happen to MC before coming to the Devildom.

"Let me make you a promise then!" Asmo exclaimed, "No one hurt you here in the Devildom, and if they do, they'll face the wrath of all seven of us!"

Beelzebub

THIS BIG GUY LOVES HIS FAMILY!

Immediately wanted to adopt MC.

Though Satan had to inform him that MC still has a family...

Will be a little disheartened if MC is scared of him.

He did not trust Mammon to take care of MC, so he makes it his job to make sure MC is alive and healthy.

Mammon does not know how to take care of a child, especially when the child is a human...

Beel tells stories about Belphie and Lilith to MC, it just makes him happy to talk about his siblings.

"So you three would secretly go to the human world?" MC asked with their head in a slight tilt to the side. Beel smiled softly and nodded.

"Wow! If I sneaked out, I would've gotten in a looooot of trouble," MC sighed out.

"You're only a kid, so your parents would be really worried," Beel explained. Then he realized that MC never talks about their parents. Now Beel felt bad. He always talked about his family without knowing how MC feels.

"What about your family? I never let you talk about them," Beel said.

MC thought a bit about their answer, "Well, my parents are always in a bad mood. I once broke a plate by accident and mommy started to hit me."

Beel went wide-eyed. He was hoping he heard wrong, but MC kept talking and that hope went away. He put a hand on MC's shoulder, which made them go quiet.

"MC, you don't have to worry about punishment anymore. I'll make sure nobody hurts you anymore." Beel reassured MC. Even though they were confused on what Beel was talking about, the sincerity in his voice made them nod to his words.

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REASON FOR MY ABSENCE: School is hard and I want to focus on my grades. So I haven't written anything in order to not burn out because I have bad self discipline. I'll try to get through all the requests during Christmas break, but I can't promise anything!

Alt: Thanks for requesting! Love you!

I don't know how to write Beel! :D

[sparkbeast20]

Failed attempt to be sexy

Summary: Just some scenarios where MC or one of the characters try to be sexy and Above PG13 but failed in doing so.

Note: I do have NSFW blog but... Since this before the "Devil tango" I decided to put it here.

Warning: Suggestive, and Injury though not intentionally

Lucifer

It was a good idea in your head. The thought of using Lucifer's whip.

It was already hard enough to convince Lucifer. But you using his whip and especially on him?

His brothers might think that you or him had gone mad.

Never the less you were excited!

However it was your first time handling a thing like that.

So when you try to make a strike.

Instead of hitting his thigh or chest you end up hitting his face making him groan in pain.

You cry out his name and immediately drop the whip and rush over to him.

The whole night he try to calm you down while holding an ice bag over his black eye

Mammon

Handcuff? Handcuff!

Mammon handcuff your hands on the headboard of his bed. He grins and took a step back to enjoy his work (It was okay but don't tell him that)

You gave the cuffs a small tug and notice it was a little tight so you ask if he can adjust them a little bit.

He agrees and move over to unlock the cuffs however his expression shifted from cocky to horrified

You ask why and he told you that he had the wrong key.

You gave him a "What?" in a shock and high pitch annoyed tone

He confessed that he bought the cuffs from a friend he knew. He quickly jump out of bed and rushes out of the room while only where his underwear.

You look at the door with a deadpan expression. And hope that he can get the key for the handcuffs

Leviathan

Levi always wanted to do roleplay with cosplay.

However he didn't expect that it would take an hour to have you all deck out and another hour for him with get it costume.

You may ask why? Well because this is Levi we are talking about. He wanted this to go well.

But oh my friends do you thing waiting two hours would stop you or Levi? The answer is no.

But...

During the scene of your character getting close to Levi. one of the buckles of your costume got caught on Levi's costume. You lean in so you can undo the lock of your costume. But your wig got caught on to Levi's head dress.

And when you finally pulled back. Your wig was pulled away.

After that you said fuck and got up and left you lost your patience at this point.

Levi couldn't blame you.

Satan

Oh Satan. Why can you be like Lucifer?

He tried damnit! He tried to wear leather!

However just one look in the mirror he got extremely embarrass.

But he knows that you will like this! right?

He didn't told you what's he had planned all he can do is lay on his bed in a full body leather suite and once he got a text from you telling him that you were on the way.

He took his chance and sip on the leather mask.

You enter and froze when you saw a man wear all black (For the sack of the headcanon you only know Vanilla level things) You scream in fear.

Satan wave his hand for you to stop and try to unzip the mask so he can speak clearly however he realize that he was wearing the mask backwards.

Beel heard your scream and quickly rushes to your side and shock to see a thing that looks like a shadow demon but without horns, tail or wings.

His protective instinct kicked in and quickly charged and tackled Satan.

After a few punches to the face and gut. Beel manage to take the mask off to see Satan's face with bruises and a black eye.

You and Satan stuck with Vanilla after that night.

Asmodeus

You might think. Asmo is the king of "beds" so how could he failed on this?

Well it wasn't due to him or you.

It was him not paying attention to his surrounding.

He just finish with dripping wax on you. You were out of it to notice anything during all of it.

Asmo didn't blow the candle since he wanted to drip some more wax on you.

So he set the candle to the side and start his "magic" However you jolted from one his hand and accidentally bump the nightstand with the candle and it fell and roll off the nightstand.

Dropping next to the bed, the flames touch the bedsheet, catching on fire!

Asmo notice it quick and immediately pick you up. You were surpirse all of a sudden he picked you up and swung you over his shoulder.

He run out of the room yelling for help.

Lucifer was furious that a fire happened in the house again!

But the rest of the brothers where traumatized by seeing Asmo butt ass naked!

Beelzebub

He didn't even know that this was possible!!

His two favorite things in one? You and food.

Okay, I will never eat you. But eating off you!?! Sign him up!

But you decide that you start with him so as if a tease or before the main "dessert"

You pour some chocolate syrup on him but you forgot the sprinkles. So you got up and tiptop over to your bag and grab the sprinkle.

However when you were coming back to the bed.

Some of the syrup spill on floor by the side of the bed.

So when you were about to climb back up on the bed. Your feet step on the syrup making you slip and fall right on your back.

Beel yelp and quickly got out of bed and kneel beside you. Checking if you hurt fall. And you did a small bump on the back of your head.

Beel wasn't in the mood now since you were hurt. So the rest of the night he nurse you while muttering sorry every hour.

Belphegor

He doesn't feel like doing this guessing game... at least if he was the one who's trying to guess.

But you did won the rock, paper, scissors. So he had at least do his end of the bargain

So now he was laying on bed blindfolded and bound to the bed while you were getting things ready.

After what seem to minute. He gasps when he felt something tickling his feet. He chuckles and giggles which you wanted.

So you move on electric back massager. Yes because you don't have anything!

And you didn't want to borrow something from Asmo and have to tell Belphie. He would've decline on this whole thing!

So you continue and plug in the Massager, you smirk when Belphie jump as soon he hear the low buzzing of massager.

You brough in close to the side of chest and start. But you got the reverse reaction from him. He was smiling and saying to move it around.

You huff and did what he ask. But soon you were surprise to hear snoring and look up to see that Belphie fell asleep!

You pout, unplug the massager and put aside and lay on bed with you back turn to Belphie. You slept pouty that nigh :P

Note:

I had way too much fun with Satan's part XD

Again I'm knowledge on NSFW stuff is only surface and fan fic. I can't only write funny scenes before the actual act hence this headcanon being post here and not on my other blog.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

[rubypasha1]

Headcannons for the readers in my fics

Feel free if you have any questions related to them or anything else to do with my fics. Happy to answer!

Stolen Souls

Green thumb

Can cook like a chef it’s so good

Book worm

Socially anxious

Kids: loves em

Shows affection through gift giving and paying attention to small details

Ex-older sibling

Coping mechanism is work and hobbies

Green thumb!

Easily manipulated

Little shy

Puns!

Cat and dog person, more dog person

Can withdraw herself to try and protect her feelings

Has died before

Wife material

Girlfriend material

Liked watching her friend play video games

Not a party person

Magic!?

Absaloutely terrified but hopeful

A spider in a graveyard

Student of Spiderman, unofficially adopted by he and Deadpool.

The latter gifted her a knife

Can’t bake for shit but cooks okayish. Lasagna is amazing.

Traumatized by experience of being experiment on to aquire powers

Slightly Arachnophobia

Cheats at Uno, doesn’t care if she wins the only worse torture is scrabble

Loves carnival games

Puns are life

Has kissed her nemises

Willing guardian of three crazy super powered kids

Pretty serious but uses jokes as a distraction/to aggravate enemy

Sleeps in odd positions + glows

Kiss under her jaw by the neck and she melts

Odd relationship with symbiote

Can be bashful/shy when genuine and romantic shows of kindness are given.

Workaholic in rehabilitation

Tech savvy

In the very thin line between morally true and an overworked superhero

Has multiple eyes- not good with bright light

Will hang upside down and glow like a disco ball- with bribery

Self conscious and using her superhero identity - Starspider - as a coping mechanism

“Stop flirting with me!”

Rainbow lightning

Set the sails

Half blind and missing half a leg

Grew up in war

Has the skills and experience to be a doctor but doesn’t like to be called one due to respect and . . . stuff

Eats 1 or 2 meals a day

Green thumb- medicine and poison

Numerous war crimes

Body and face heavily scarred but not self conscious. She’s proud of her scars

Subconsciously hates clear skies

Has never killed anyone (they don’t deserve that mercy)

Good fighter, will dislocate your joints

Okay with tying patients down

Will hunt people down so they take their medicine

People on her island live and fear her

A certain marine tries to make her life horrible - regrets if later

Kids: Okay

Makes medicine, ointments, salves, creams.

Carving wood is side hobby

Do not touch her books

Okay cook

Loyal

Hates marines and the world government

Doesn’t smile, mainly looks neutral or angry

Slight aggressive but mainly when provoked

Deeply traumatized

A victim of war

Is an amazing gambler, it’s just luck she wins 90% of the time even when she doesn’t know how to play

Addicted to weed (but not in the way you think-)

Is kind in a “I will beat/restrain you so that you won’t die” kind of way

Made a deal with the devil and lost, now his brother calls her angel

Fought in a fighting ring

Loves pies

Has lost so many people she’s subconsciously afraid of making connections continuously trying to see new people she makes friendships with as only patients but inevitably fails and becomes so protective to others it’s seems as extremely aggressive but she has to because people DONT BLOODY LISTEN

Okay shooter, not that great but can somewhat hit a target sometimes

Highly respected on her island

“Thief”

[fluffy-strawberries]

I'm not the Enemy

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-Chainsaw man x gn reader

-note: this is my first fanfic and mabye also last idk if i will ever write idk the reader walks with a forearm crutch this also is very short so mabye part 2 if somebody wants it

-tw: death,meantions of death,spoilers for part 2,pervert denji,bullying,yuro [i have a huge hatred towards yuro] bad grammar

-info: What will happen if a person who almost knows everything saves a certain chainsaw

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[Y/N]...

A Name most people in the Fourth East High School knew. Not in a good way though most people to be honest only called them crutch person. Most people didn't even talk to them if it wasn't for something like school work or Information like if their boyfriend or girlfriend are cheating on them but [Y/N] didn't care mostly getting money from it which wasn't half so bad.

Today was another School assembly due to the Devil Hunter Club annoucing that there are now new members in the Club and some people dead or missing again. [Y/N] just sat there listening to the names of the Students the school now lost due to some ugly devil. "Yuko..." A girl with black hair in pigtails mumbled next to [Y/N] which made [Y/N] turn their head in her direction "Sorry for your loss Asa mitaka" [Y/N] said which startled Asa mitaka a bit before responding with a "Oh...thanks i guess uhhmm...i-uhh..." "[Y/N]" [Y/N] responded to Asa struggle to think of their Name 'This whole assembly is always so boring...' [Y/N] thought turning their head back to the people talking on the stage but didn't pay attention hearing something from behind them. "Did you hear? Chainsaw man was apparently there at the fight!" One girl whispers to another boy who answerd with "He is suppose to go to this school too!" 'That would be cool...' [Y/N] thought hearing Asa now talk to herself but chosing to ignore her.

After about another 20 Minute talk about Devils and the Club the assembly finally ended which was right on time for lunch time. 'Its my lucky day i guess' [Y/N] got up grabbing their forearm crutch and walking out with everyone else. Now [Y/N] is standing in front of a vending machine searching their bag for money everyone walking by talking about random stuff. "Im glad that yuko girl is gone she was annoying" "omg i know" "always talking about chainsaw man" "doesnt he eat humans?" Two girls talking about the disappearance of the yuko girl "she wasn't that bad" [Y/N] mumbled to themself because they knew yuko they weren't friends but yuko was very helpful from time to time. All the sudden there were a pair of feet infront of [Y/N] "Hello [Y/N]." A male voice spoke up making [Y/N] look up and out of their bag "Yoshida hirofumi" "listen i need you to-" "You got money?" Yoshida let out a chuckle as [Y/N] asked that question nodding before continueing to speak "of course but first i need you to meet someone" "why?" "Just do it" [Y/N] just gave yoshida a confused expression but now agreeing the promise being free food.

Thats how they got themself in this Situation standing on the school roof with Yoshida and a blonde guy named denji. Well Asa was there too but apparently she doesn't quite like denji and she also seemed quite weird around him. 'Mabye she got a crush on him or yoshida-' "soooo what's up with that crutch?" Denji suddenly asked taking [Y/N] out of their thoughts and answering his question "I need it to walk that is what's up with it" "okay" now it was just an awkward silence with [Y/N] being more focused on whats going on, on the ground. "Whats your opinion on chainsaw man?" Denji asked and got a short respond from [Y/N] "he's cool" "I KNOW RIGHT!" Denji seemed very happy about that answer while yoshida stood there silently quite creepy but then denji started speaking again "What if i told you i am the real chainsaw man!". There was another uncomftorable silence for a few seconds "And i'm a devil" [Y/N] responded with sarcasm not believing denji a bit. He is suppose to be chainsaw man? The guy that got a buisness in letting people sit on him? No way he would be chainsaw man.

"BUT I AM!" "Told you no one would believe you-" "SHUT UP" now denji and yoshida were argueing which meant [Y/N] could just disappear without them noticing. Now they were slowly going down the stairs 'Now i didnt get to eat anything god damn it! Mabye i could get ramen at that one Shop after school...' as [Y/N] continued to walk now down the school Halls they heard their nickname being called and turned around to be met with Asa but now she has a scar in her face? Did they miss that out? "Crutch person!" "[Y/N]" "Yea yea whatever! I heard you know alot of stuff" Asa said well more like yuro but [Y/N] didn't know that. "Well most people say i do-" "Who is chainsaw man?" [Y/N] stared blankly at her after being cut off then responding with "I don't know sorry" That made her leave and [Y/N] just stood there shrugging going on with their school day. 'She seemed different' [Y/N] thought being a bit confused by the sudden scar on Asa face.

Finally the last bell rang meaning it is time to finally leave. [Y/N] let out a yawn before getting up and leaving the classroom where a few students remained to clean a bit. It was oddly quiet when [Y/N] got outside which was unusual even when most people skip the last class the school has many students and it being so empty outside when it's time to go home is quite unsettling. All the sudden when walking [Y/N] got a message on their phone which made a Buzz sound taking the phone out of their bag and checking the messages to see a unknown number again. "PAY ATTENTION" was the 1st message "TRAIN STATION" was the 2nd message "KILL! KILL!" was the 3rd and last one which made [Y/N] start making their way towards the train Station after putting their phone back in the bag.

This wasn't the first time they got these messages everytime a devil shows up somewhere they get these messages but only 3 not more than 3 messages. The closer [Y/N] got the more it looked like a fight had happend or is happening as they look up they enter a building passing people who were shaking in fear for their life. Once they reached the top floor with almost falling multiple times due to the building shaking. [Y/N] opened a window looking out of it seeing the one and only chainsaw man fight some ugly devil who was destroying some stuff like all devils do they all just destroy even chainsaw man but he also kills the devils...sometimes.

[Y/N] pressed a certain spot on their crutch and it turned into a gun "how much i missed you my favourite thing in the world" they said. After watching for a few more seconds [Y/N] got into position and took aim but not shooting yet. Now after a long fight the devil layed on the ground looking dead and chainsaw man standing proudly infront of it back facing that ugly creature. Then it started slowly moving but going unnoticed still by chainsaw man "1...2...3..." [Y/N] counted and letting out a "Bang!" After 3 and shooting the devil. "Boom" they said after which then the devil exploded which surprised chainsaw man and made him turn around to now only being a giant puddle of blood there instead of the devil.

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Authors note: ok uhhh this is the end im bad at fanfics but if yall want more i will mabye do it not sure yet...mabye will upload this on wattpad too depends ngl...

(*^▽^)/★*☆♪

[ambrosialdesire]

God it’s my favourite thing when an author just builds their AUs by answering a bunch of discrete little asks cacoethes Reiner is on ‼️ my ‼️ mind‼️ 24/7‼️

Would Reiner control readers social groups? What would happen if reader cheated on him would he go apeshit or just do the good ol baby trap

AW TYSM FOR YOUR SUPPORT ANON 🥰🥰 i just love talking about cacoëthes, it’s my absolute bread and butter (and probably the first series that i finished in the ~10+ years i've been writing lol)

reiner definitely controls reader's social groups when he can. before bonding with porco, she was only really allowed to speak with the warriors and his family. anyone else either doesn't pay any mind to her or was too afraid of her (since she originated from paradis and is well-known to be married to the armored titan holder), but very select few like the fisherman that helped her can hold a conversation with her and ignore the status she has. tbh reiner really can't control who she talks to since he's out and about a lot but i think in another ask, i've mentioned that he hired some people to keep watch of her if she's doing anything suspicious or behind his back but they don't really keep complete watch on her bc wtf else is a housewife gonna do (this is literally their undoing bc she got away with a lot before the escape attempt happened 💀💀).

but like after the whole porco shit and the escaping, he never leaves her side and literally goes with her everywhere. groceries, shopping, even a simple stroll to stretch her legs, he's coming with her. conversations with any stranger are cut short and if the warriors are nearby, they'll only get a brief hello and a wave from them. reiner's so smothering that it's even more unbearable and reader never gets the chance for some peace until he leaves for more fighting. BUTTTT when he leaves and the house becomes all quiet, reader can't admit it aloud but she started hating the silence and starts missing his presence, as clingy as he is hehe

I LITERALLLLLYYYYY HAD THIS IDEA BACK WHEN I STARTED THE 2ND PART OF CACOETHES AND WHEN I WAS WRITING THE PORCO PARTS ABOUT LIKE A DIVERGENCE OF THE PLOT WHERE IT'S PORCO'S POV AND HE AND READER GET TOGETHER BEHIND REINER'S BACK. i kinda did wanted to originally add an implication that reader was sleeping with porco but since i was trying to go about this by how the characters were in the actual plot of aot (even tho when i started this blog and posted the first part, i hadn't watched the series since like 2013-2014 so i was extremely rusty when i came back to it), i felt like porco would never try sleeping with his vice captain's wife; maybe he would cause he'd prolly do it out of spite or get on reiner's nerves or has this cocky attitude about being able to get away with it, something to that extent. however, i think he's too prideful to be sleeping with an "island devil" he kinda likes and sorta has a slight amount of respect towards reiner (just bc he's a higher rank and that's about it).

i'm still going to actually make a fic about that plot eventually so everyone can see how reiner acts like in a jealous rage (i also sorta talked about it in a kink ask with the blog's most frequent asking anon, bow anon ( aka 🎀 anon (shoutout to you, you absolute horndog 🫶) if you look around in my answered posts or the love-message tag), and i have another request that's in the works about reiner's jealousy in more detail).

i heavily enjoy talking about cacoëthes and like you said, building upon its silly little fic-verse. sorry to my other fics due to my outspoken favoritism 😭😭 now that i think about it, out of all of them, bounded/boundless and cacoëthes gets asks the most and down boy, down and inamorato gets the least lmfao

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

Inquisitorius-Sin-Bin's Fic Masterlist

AO3: AramsayiPregius

Grand Inquisitor x Reader Fics:

Comparative Anatomy: 4,001 Words, Rated E

Unravelling the evolutionary history of humanoid species across the galaxy has long been your passion, but a particular species has become of great interest to you. Perhaps it is the unique glimpse into the biology of an ancient, long-extinct species that they offer. Or, as the Grand Inquisitor suggests - maybe something more basal within you motivates your research. You're going to need to revise all those papers you've written after this encounter...

Whiskey and Teeth: 5,192 Words, Rated E

The Devil-Man at the bar told you not to do it, too bad you never listen. Your reckless ways are going to catch up with you one of these days, and you're going to find out the hard way - the Grand Inquisitor always gets the job done.

Blowing Cover: 7,341 Words, Rated E

You've always wanted to see the galaxy, and your line of work gets it done. Not the career you ostensibly hold, but the contract work you perform for the Imperial Security Bureau.

This latest assignment is a trickier task than the rest. Untangling an entire network takes more time and finesse than you're used to. When your updates begin to falter, you're due a visit from an unhappy employer.

The price of failure is higher than you're willing to pay, but then again, you are very good at what you do.

Canto Bites: 8,826 Words, Rated E

You never forgot the names and faces of the Jedi family that you lost. Each day you live on, making it your mission in life to avenge your fallen brethren. Tonight you have a spectacular plot in the works, with your prized stallion at the very center of it. Everything is going according to plan, until an unexpected arrival turns into a deeply intimate encounter. How far are you willing to go for one more moment with someone that you've loved and lost? Even if you know the atrocities they've committed against your own kind...

Studied and Praised + Sequel Explored and Worshiped: 32,789 Words, Rated E

You've spent your entire life as the most overlooked member of the royal family, but you have plans to change that. Once your designs have been realized, you will truly be the heir to your father's Empire. There is only one obstacle standing in your way. Surely you won't allow him to become your undoing, or will you?

Sentimental (Ongoing): 6,806 Words, Rated E

Even those left at the Jedi Temple can feel the heavy cost of the Clone Wars. Fear, loss, uncertainty- although the Order has methods for dealing with such emotions, anxiety has you analyzing your surroundings, constantly on the lookout for the next threat.

A seemingly innocuous action becomes an obsession. Seeking guidance, you are drawn to the chambers of your old Master. Attachment is not the Jedi way, but could it be the Force itself guiding you along this path?

One Temple Guard might be able to lend you an answer.

Ride or Die + Sequel Fly or Fall + Appendix (Ongoing): 248,403 Words, Rated E

It has been seventeen years since your rebirth on the plains of Utapau. An orphaned child with nowhere else to go, you were adopted by your clan leader Drago and his mate Bolen, who made you their own daughter through the unique tattooing rituals of the surface-dwelling Pau'an.

Now you lead a group of your kin to trade with a neighboring clan, when you come across a lone stranger riding across the grasslands. Nothing about him makes sense, least of all the marks he bears on his forehead in conflict with the symbols he carries on his shoulders.

You must guide him on his mission, while you ponder the secrets of his past that might just align with yours, and balance the survival of your small clan amongst two powerful opposing forces.

Other Fics:

Dr. Victre: 14,200 Words, Rated T

Unfinished series published back in 2016/2017, back when there were only 4 canon inquisitors. The lore is severely out-of-date, so if this series is continued, it will be a reboot. But! I have heard from others that the work has merit, so I will continue to keep it linked here.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Today I was watching some admittedly grim footage of lions in the wild; a gang of three young males attacking an old alpha. They’d already killed his brother, and he could not defend due to the imbalance in numbers. A bite broke his spine and he faded away after letting out one last defiant roar.

It reminded me of FnF, of Silco’s mindset concerning the cutthroat world of power dynamics he is central in. We already saw Finn try and narrowly fail only thanks to Sevika’s loyalty; in canon Jinx gave him what many consider to be a mercy kill as his grip on his kingdom was already slipping and if it hadn’t been her it would’ve been someone else.

In FnF, does Silco expect death? He obviously stays prepared for every eventuality and is trying to groom Jinx to take up his mantle once he is gone, but is he doing so in anticipation of that moment being sooner rather than later? What is his headspace like in regards to potential fatality, and how his death might affect Jinx? Knowing her, if someone ended Silco she would never recover (which makes it even worse that it’s her in the series 🥲🙃).

(Sorry for the essay 😅)

Ooh that lion footage sounds brutal 😢

And absolutely in FnF, Silco is concerned about death as an immediacy rather than an eventuality.

I mention in the 'Microcosm' chapter that most Undercity men don't live past 45. Silco is already 42. His father died in his forties; Vander died in his forties (albeit that is your goddamn fault, Silco); he has an unhealable infection in his eye; he is the leader of a volatile new nation; he is in a high-visibility role; he is father to a child whose instability he's had a hand in exacerbating; he's caught in a vendetta against her extremely violent older sister; he's playing political games with Bilgewater, Piltover and Noxus.

Also he has no qualms about pissing people off.

Despite a blasé and devil-may-care attitude, Silco is very aware he's walking a tightrope that could easily become a noose.

Strangely, he's not so fearful of outsiders killing him. On his worst days, he can bluff his way out of deadly situations - and he's got a brute survivalist mindset. He revels in a challenge and enjoys living to the fullest (or appearing to) just to spite his naysayers - right before he nips their own lives in the bud.

His biggest fear is actually dying at the hands of his closest allies. In the series, the people who come nearest to offing him are his brother-in-arms, his right-hand woman and his daughter.

In the latter's case, she succeeds.

In FnF, he employs a number of safeguards to prepare for the threat. For instance, in future chapters, he promotes Sevika from his XO to Deputy Chancellor. Pragmatically, it gives her more leeway to make decisions in his absence - or in the event of his death. But it also keeps her at a greater arm's length, while making her answerable to him and only him.

Likewise, in future chapters, he begins funding Jinx's work via his own private channels, so she a) has a purpose, b) has his endorsement, and c) can carry out Zaun's fight on her own terms and navigate life in her own way. He even begins paying her a stipend by later acts when she hits 18 (hoo...ray, no more child labor? 🤔)

In his black little heart, he's extremely worried for Jinx - and how reckless and aimless she could become with his passing. Most of FnF is spent trying to empower her in different ways to be a terror on her own terms: teaching her how to play high-stakes mindgames, how to talk her way into and out of deals, how to keep her head above water in a crisis, how to outthink her opposition and plan ahead.

Ironically, while he empowers her, he also keeps her psychologically dependant on him and physically leashed to him due to his own abandonment issues.

Eventually, Jinx begins chomping the bit and stomping her foot, ready to go off and do her own thing - with people of her choosing. At which point his arc will be about evolving enough to let her go, so she's got a support system and a fulfilling life in his absence.

We have lots of friction and drama before he gets there. Stay tuned 😈💗