#alrik angel

[elisegravesbondageliberation]

"Heaven Sent" featuring Alrik Angel

Some angels are benevolent celestial beings that act as an intermediary between heaven and earth. Others are sexy beings with incredibly sculpted bodies, enhanced with fetish wear that benevolently dish out the perfect sensual domination experience. The latter (and quite possibly the former too?) is the case with Alrik Angel. He mysteriously shows up precisely when I am feeling helpless and vulnerable, restrained in a straitjacket with my legs bound. Alrik Angel caresses me with his impeccable flogging skills, soothes my pussy with his fingers, rescues my asshole with his tongue, and nourishes my face with his angel ejaculate. All the while, he looks insanely hot. Alrik Angel is a testament to going your own way, doing your own thing. Don’t let anyone tell you that a dom/me must look or act any certain way - do whatever you want.

[alucardrakul]

Regardless of what happened here today, their lives were indelibly headed in a single direction. They would win this war, one way or another. With it came a toll, one that was indicative of great sacrifice.

"Ten took the Joining, nine survived." Some would call that a miracle. "Eight died after." Alucard wasn't sure if he could call that noble, but that was what they'd signed up for. "I'll lead what remains of us into the mountains, to hunt whatever creature is puppeteering these beasts." Old God, general, something had these darkspawn organized. For what had been taken from them, Alucard was prepared to do whatever it took - even if that meant killing them.

Aventia resembled her homeland as it fell under heavy fire from the invading Darkspawn, no person ought to suffer from home and lives lost as those who suffered through war. Luna couldn’t understand the cause of it as it only led to darkness but there were some who strayed from the light, who wanted to see the whole cast into flame and to be as broken and beastly as the followers of the dark.

She wanted to feel useful, as if she had a hand in turning the tides for the good, to fight against the blight that snaked underneath the Earth and turned everything it touched into rot and disease.

This was how she did it, by readying her bow and arrows, and steeling herself for any close contact with her hatchets. Battle Axes were a heavy and powerful instrument, one that she had yet to work herself up too but she had the muscles from wood cutting for so long and as she grew in her combat abilities, she one day wished to harness the power of them.

The Hurlocks with their numbered kills emblazed on their skin roar from the collapsing wall and yet she doesn’t cower, waver or wane. They had made this her fight when they took her that night at the Nornwatch Keep and once she got a taste of the Broodmother’s blood, it awoke a desire for vengeance and transformed her into the Lycan she was.

Others were bound to join them in their efforts of the Legion of the Dead, it was a life sentence one with a promised death by the Blight but it gave purpose and reason agaisnt a dark fight. Luna was proud to stand beside Alucard, lending her blade to the fight.

A smile crept upon her face which was stained with grime and blood, undiscovered yet if it was hers or another, the day had been bloody with kills. Knocking her shoulder agasint his, she readied her bow. “Until death, we’ll fight. Honored to have you as my brother in arms, let’s give ‘em hell."

[michelleleewise]

Fire and Ash...

A Long Live The King Tale

Pairing: King Jotun Loki × Asgardian female reader

Warnings: there shall be angst here, not so much this time though, self doubt, accusations, political drama, self esteem issues, breastfeeding. I think that's it, if I missed anything let me know.

Summary: you hoped the birth of your son would bring you and Loki closer together, but as he continues to pull away you know he's hiding something from you.

A/n- I'm a bit rusty with all of this, be gentle 😁💚

Part one ~ Part two-

You rolled to your side gripping your stomach, your eyes shooting open as your incision throbbed. "Norns!" You whisper yelled hearing someone coming towards you. "My lady, do you need something for the pain?" You heard, looking up seeing Norendra standing over you, concern lacing her face "y...yes, please, this is....unbearable." You gritted trying to breath through the pain. "I'll be right back my lady." She said with a soft smile before hurrying off.

As she left a soft coo sounded from the corner of the room, turning your head you saw Loki, dressed every bit the king he was, in his long flowing forest green cape, and his perfectly fitted tunic and leather pants sitting straight up "does he ever relax?" You whispered as your eyes traveled up seeing his head slumped forward, when a small green bundle held firmly in his arms moved catching your attention making you look down into his lap. "Vali." You whispered, smiling see his full head of black hair, his bright azure skin glowing under the soft candle light.

"Alright my lady, I have something for the pain." You heard, unable to pull your eyes away from Loki and your son "how long has he been here?" You asked feeling a tear escape your eye traveling to your hair "the king has been here since you slept my lady." She said making your head snap to look at her "he hasn't left?" You asked scrunching your eyebrows together "no my lady, not once." She said uncorking a small glass vial "now drink this, it will help." Noreandra said holding the bottle out to you "thank the norns, you are an angel." You said grabbing it, downing it all on one gulp. "Good, now rest you will need your strength." She said taking the bottle from you. "Thank you norendra." You said looking back to the two most important people in your life "it is my pleasure my lady." You heard her say as your eye lids began to droop, feeling sleep begin to take you "I love you....both of you." You sighed as your eyes closed, sleep taking you away.

One month later-

You rolled to your back, the soft cries from the other side of the room pulling you from your sleep "loki...would you..." you trailed off reaching your hand out to find the bed empty, the sheets cold telling you he had been gone for quite some time. "Loki." You called out slowly sitting up as the cries became louder. "Alright little one, I'm awake." You sighed rubbing your eyes you pulled the furs back swinging your legs over the side. Standing up you shuffled across the room peeking into the crib "vali dear what's wrong?" You cooed rubbing his belly when his small crimson eyes opened looking up at you full of tears. "Come here sweet boy." You cooed gently picking him up you cradled him in your arms rocking him back and forth.

Is someone hungry?" You asked hearing him whimper "ok, let mommy get settled." You said taking a seat in the chair by the fire when you heard a knock on the door "come in." You called out when Alrik came in holding a tray "I have brought you breakfast my queen." He said setting the tray on the bed "is everything alright?" He asked looking you over "yes, he's just hungry...would you hand me that?" You asked pointing to a small green blanket on the bed. He walked over picking it up holding it out to you "I can go if you wish." He said as you draped the blanket over your shoulder "no...please stay." You said looking up at him seeing him smile "very well." He said taking a seat on the bed.

The two of you sat in silence as you helped vali get settled "where is he?" You asked plainly, looking up seeing Alrik looking everywhere but you "he is with king Thor in the throne room my queen." He said making you sigh "well, atleast he's here I suppose." You said when Alrik's head snapped to you "he hasn't spoken to you has he?" He asked fidgeting with his tunic "about what Alrik?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "it's not my place to say my queen, you must ask him." He said looking down. "Well when will he be done with thor?" You asked seeing him squirm "they have had a bit to drink, the king is rather full at the moment so I am unsure." He said looking up at you "unacceptable." You said standing up, pulling little Vali from under the blanket "here, burp him and I shall return in a moment." You said gently handing your son to Alrik "i....I am unsure..." He said hesitantly cradling your sons head in his large hand

"It's easy, here I'll show you." You smiled positioning Vali on his chest, his head resting on his shoulder "now gently pat his back, ill be right back." You said as Alrik nodded. You walked to the wardrobe seeing every shade of green imaginable, smiling at the memory "a queen must wear her kings colors my love." He had said winking before pulling you into a deep kiss. "That feels like an eternity ago." You sighed, running your fingers across the silk and lace, remembering how things were when you first returned to jotunhiem after the battle with odin. "Why have things changed Loki?" You whispered feeling resentment begin to fill you "well If you can disregard me, I can do the same." You said pushing aside all the green seeing a deep purple velvet dress with fur accents you had had made shortly after your return "perfect." You said smiling, slipping it over your head you looked in the mirror seeing it still fit perfectly, your eyes traveling to your hair seeing it a mess "well that won't do." You said grabbing Loki's brush off the vanity you did your best to make yourself look presentable.

"Well, that's as good as it's going to get I think." You said tossing the brush down walking out seeing Vali asleep on Alrik's shoulder "well, how do I look?" You asked holding your arms out "stunning as always my queen." He said smiling "flattery will get you everywhere." You said hearing him laugh. "I'm off to bring the king back, by whatever means necessary." You said putting your fur slippers on Alrik had made you "a...are you sure? It may be unwise to..." He trailed off as you glared at him "yes my queen, I shall stay here with the little one." He said settling back "thank you Alrik, wish me luck." You said walking to the door "he is the one who needs the luck." You heard him say as you walked out gently closing the door behind you "a force indeed." He said gently rocking Vali hearing him coo "I believe your daddy may not survive this night." He said hearing a soft giggle come from the sleeping babe.

You stormed towards the throne room, anger building in you with every step you took. "If he does not want me here, he is going to tell me." You said to yourself coming up to the huge wooden double doors when two guards stopped you "I'm sorry my lady, but the king is entertaining king Thor at the moment." They said standing in front of you "You will let me in, that is not a request." You said standing firm. "We have orders not to let anyone in my lady." The other one said as you looked between them. "As your queen, I demand you move." You said as the other leaned down "the king has not married you, and even if he had, you are no queen of ours." He said standing back up as you took a step back "I beg your pardon!" You yelled seeing the other guard jump "You may have given the king an heir, but that does not make you a queen, it makes you a harlot." The other one said as you stood speechless.

"I swear to the norns, if you do not open that door you will see Valhalla tonight!" You yelled stepping forward when the doors flew open "what is going on out here?" You heard, looking down seeing Loki standing behind the guards, his hair disheveled and his tunic loosened at the top "your moronic guards refuse to let me in." You said crossing your arms "what did you need y/n? I am quite busy." Loki said looking you up and down "drinking with thor does not constitute you being busy." You said seeing the guards look at ecahother "come inside, I will not discuss this in front of my men." He said stepping aside. "Yes, wouldn't want them knowing how much of a lush their king is." You snarked feeling his hand grab your elbow "y/n. Inside." He said pulling you in slamming the doors behind him. "What is the meaning of this?" He asked turning back to you.

"Well, your son woke me up, and to my surprise my....I don't even know what we are....was not in bed with me." You said waving your arms. "I am your king." He said matter of factly crossing his arms "but what more then that?!" You yelled pacing back and forth "You have not married me, you avoid me at every opportunity, you clearly aren't sleeping in bed with me, and you haven't touched me in months!" You yelled as Loki grabbed your shoulder "y/n. Keep it down, others do not..." He started when you pushed him off "do not what? Need to hear that I am merely a bed warmer? A nanny for your heir?" You asked feeling tears well in your eyes "no! Of course not, I love you." Loki said taking a step towards you. "Then why are you avoiding me Loki, what is happening to us?" You said feeling a tear slide down your cheek.

"Have you found another who is more suitable?" You asked as Loki grabbed your shoulders again "that is preposterous, no one can compare to you my queen." He said looking into your eyes, the bright rubies as beautiful as the first day you saw them "then what is going on?" You asked hearing him sigh. "I am sorry I have not been as attentive as I should be as of late, there is something I need to discuss with you which in honesty I've been avoiding." He said sliding his hands down your arms.

"Discuss what with me Loki? Talk to me please!" You pleaded watching him look to the ground. "Y/n, i..." Loki started looking into your eyes when a large bang sounded from further in the room "brother! Are we not celebrating anymore?" A loud booming voice yelled, turning seeing Thor leaned back in a chair, his leg propped on the table in front of him. "Not now thor!" Loki yelled as you turned back to him. "Celebrating what?" You asked as he shifted back and forth. "I do not wish to discuss it now y/n, we will speak later when I return to our chamber." Loki said walking to the door "Loki, if you do not wish me here I will leave." You said crossing your arms as his head snapped back to you "I have never said I don't want you here love." He said, his eyes softening as you walked towards the door.

"My king, I will not continue this charade...your men do not repsrect me, you do not seem to desire me anymore, and you spend more time with Thor then you do me." You sighed grabbing the handle of the door "y/n, my love let me explain." He said as you put your hand up "I will be expecting you in our chambers within the hour, and you will tell me what you aren't." You said opened the door "You must decide what it is you truly want Loki, and if it isn't I and your son then let me go." You said feeling tears building In your eyes "y/n, please..." He said taking a step towards you "we will talk withing the hour Loki." You said gently placing your hand on his chest, your finger tips feeling his heart racing "go deal with thor, ill be expecting you." You said quickly turning and walking out of the throne room.

You headed towards your chambers ringing your hands together "what if he doesn't choose us..." You said to yourself looking down the hall, the walls draped with tapestries of history long past "what if I am not enough for him?" You said making it to the door of your chambers "what shall we do vali?" You whispered closing your eyes you opened the door, walking inside you crossed the room, slowly peeking into the bed chamber seeing Alrik asleep holding vali tightly in his hands, soft snores coming from both of them. Smiling you quietly closed the door, sighing as you walked towards the fire, sitting on the chaise you once called your bed you looked into the fire dreading the conversation that you were about to have. "Better to know now I suppose." You said sitting back waiting for what was to come.....

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[labstrakts]

Mistress Iris with Alrik Angel Photo by Fadli Rahman

[tsuraiwrites]

Fic: An (Un)Civil Debate

@kyogre-blue prompted: ' ....Dragon Age. Something to the tune of "fuck the Chantry"’

set sometime during the 2nd act of DA2

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“Fuck the Chantry!”

A silence descends over the room in the wake of Hawke’s shout. Varric places his cards facedown on the table, ready to heave Bianca over his shoulder at a moment’s notice, because Hawke’s tone is nearly violent. 

This outburst has been coming for a long time, and damn it but Varric wasn’t paying attention to the remark that broke the drake’s back, too busy fending off Isabela’s attempts to peek at his cards. 

Sebastian sputters, “W-what-” 

Hawke growls at the stunned man, standing up to lean over the table in Sebastian’s direction. Merrill, seated beside Hawke, takes Hawke’s daggers from the back of his chair and puts them on her other side, just out of his reach. 

“Fuck. The. Chantry,” he enunciates, just as angrily as he had the first time, but not nearly as loud. 

Varric’s just glad they decided to play Wicked Grace in Hawke’s mansion instead of the Hanged Man; this definitely isn’t suitable for listening ears.

Hawke tries to play his cards close to the chest, always speaking around his true feelings on the Chantry, mages, the aristocracy, and the various soirees his mother drags him to that any idiot could tell Hawke hates. That is, Hawke tries, but Varric long-ago noticed the way his shoulders tense anytime someone so much as brushes against those topics. 

Sebastian opens his mouth, likely to protest, but Hawke cuts him off again. 

“I’ve tried to be diplomatic about this, but I can’t listen to another word about the ‘will of the Maker’ and the good the Chantry does.” 

Hawke’s voice has crept to a lower register, but it no longer looks as if he’s readying to spring across the table to strangle Sebastian. Varric moves his hand away from Bianca, suddenly itching for quill and ink. He settles for memorizing the conversation as best he can. 

“The Chantry has giant golden statues and marble tiles while people starve in the Alienage, Darktown, in broad fucking daylight in Lowtown. The Chantry is the reason my family had to flee our home in the night, three times. The Chantry is the reason my sister is locked in the Gallows with the likes of Ser Alrik, under threat of Tranquility at any time! And that’s naming just a few of their sins.” The last word is almost wry. Hawke pauses and sucks in a breath, leaning his closed fists on the table. 

He hasn’t broken eye contact with Sebastian the whole rant.

Varric meets Merrill’s wide eyes when he glances around, but Fenris and Anders are both focused on the interplay between their friends. Isabela leans elbows on the table, chin her hands and obviously enjoying herself. 

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Hawke dares him. 

“Hawke,” Aveline starts, probably to try to defuse the situation, but Sebastian is quick to respond, his shock melting into bafflement. The accusation has obviously unbalanced him; this is the first time he’s been the subject of Hawke’s anger. 

“Ser Alrik was an anomaly-” 

“Now you’re just repeating Elthina! ‘The right of Tranquility saves lives!’” Hawke practically spits, his face flushing. “I find it interesting that’s the first thing you argued. Not going to tell me it’s the Maker’s will that the poor are dying in the streets? That the Chantry can’t use a portion of their shitload of gold to actually spread that Maker’s love to the ones who need it the most?” 

“The Chantry does a great deal of charitable work for widows and children. I know you’ve seen this, Hawke,” Sebastian tries, tone conciliatory.

Varric winces when Hawke scoffs. “Fat lot of good that charity did for my family when we were eking it out in Lowtown. The Chantry sisters still won’t look a refugee in the eye unless they come with tithes in hand. The only public clinic in the entire city is Anders’ and Darktown is crawling with homeless orphans. I haven’t seen much of that charity.” 

“...No institution is perfect. The sisters do what they can with what they have, but they can’t be everywhere. I don’t understand, you’ve never been this vocal about your issues with the Chantry-” 

This time it isn’t Hawke that cuts Sebastian off, but Anders. 

“Just because he doesn’t say anything doesn’t mean he agrees with the Chantry propaganda you spout all day!”

“Neither of them were talking to you, mage,” Fenris interjects, his gaze bouncing between Hawke and Sebastian. 

The Chantry brother, apparently thinking Hawke can be reasoned with, starts to speak again. 

Isabela blows a raspberry, loud enough it cuts through the growing tension like one of her knives. “As much fun as I’d have watching you dig yourself a deeper grave, Sebastian,” she gestures at the small pile of coins in the center, “we do have a game of cards I was winning – I’d like to get back to emptying your pockets.” 

Sebastian’s jaw clenches, but he relaxes again an instant later, with a calm expression Varric can see right through. He obviously wants to say more – though whether platitudes or arguments Varric can’t tell.

“Very well,” he says. “I am willing to drop the subject.” 

For now, is largely implied.

Hawke finally straightens, turning to walk away from the table for a few paces before he spins on his heel and marches right back. Dog doesn’t so much as twitch when Hawke steps inches away from where the mabari drools on the rug. 

“Fine,” Hawke says, finally sitting down with a huff. He picks up the cards he dropped and stares at them, not quite calm but no longer blazing with anger.

Awkward silence only hovers in the air for only a few moments. 

“Well, that was interesting!” Merrill chirps, leaning toward Isabela. “I can’t remember, is it better to have two angels and three knights, or two knights and three angels?” 

Most of the table groans and folds. 

 edited 10/9/2020

[kittenshift-17]

Scorpius and Aurey are the cutest little guys ever!!

Awww, thanks. You should meet Etamin in Better Dig Two. He’s a bit of a cutie, himself. And Lucian, Dmitri, Alrik & Ranulf in Devils’ Angels. These precious babies need love!

[catachan-jungle-fighter]

Muses of The Mad Wolf

John Geist (Mad Wolves)

Jane Geist (Mad Wolves)

Dario, The Broken Thorn (Harlequin)

Kosta The Unbroken Son (Emperor's Children)

Tyvonis The Spirit Caller (Thousand Sons)

Ferritus The Ashamed Son (Death Guard)

Black Anthony, Pirate Lord

Bert The Squat (Mad Wolves)

Lone The Possessed (Space Wolves, possessed by soul of one)

 K'imia Blood Drinker (Inquisition prisoner)

 Bloody Bulwark, Slave Warrior (Tau)

 Nox Geist, Daughter of the Sixth

Alrik, Mountain Born (Former Guard)

 Ton, Daughter of Death (Death Cult)

 Zevrice, The Unbelieving Son (Word Bearers, Atheist)

Daevos, The Creator of Beauty (Iron Warriors)

 Sofona, The Peaceful Knight (World Eaters)

 Sevrys, The Healer (Independent, but is called upon to heal John)

Javok, Forgotten Lord of the Shadows (Night Lord)

Habriel, Hunter of The Despoiler (Luna Wolf)

Nel’Garas, Second Borne of Khorne and Healing Angel

Black Fang, Beast Man Auxiliary Commander for the Mad Wolves

Mara Aloca, upcoming Slanneshi Daemon of Joy

Hopegiver, Forsaken of Tzeentch

Norot, Daemon of Nurgle who claims only things at the end of the Circle of Life.

Talak/Fralak, The Broken Lord (MW)

Iron Cage, The Unproven (MW)

Tolo, Guardian Of the Old Wolf (MW)

Captain James, The Searcher of the Lost (independent)

Evar, Forsaken Undying of Chaos (Chaos Undivided)

Foreman, Lord of the Mad Dogs (MW)

Bonesaw, Healer of the Lost (MW)

Yalaestra, Farseer of the Wolves (Future Muse, Half Eldar daughter of John)

Crawler (MW)

Silent Preacher, The Holy (MW)

Hirex, The Matriarch's Judgement (MW)

Mars, Guardian of the Faithful (Independent)

Red Geist, The Blooded One (MW)

Matthias Grevas, Tech Adept (Mun)

Vasilyeva, Cavalry Lord with a Secret (MW)

Esra, Patchwork Man (independent)

[little-purple-thundercloud]

D&D Class: L’yhta Mahre.

Sorcerer

You are a sorcerer! Your power comes from an ancient magical bloodline or from an event that changed the makeup of your very soul. Many sorcerers gain their powers through the blood of a magical creature - such as a dragon, angel or elemental - that simply manifests as a natural capacity for magic. Others might have survived a terrible magical fire or been born during a magical storm, which left magical marks on their souls. In either case, a sorcerer's magic is as natural as breathing and results not from study, but the ability to call on an innate magical power within themselves. Since their magic comes so easily to them, sorcerers can bend and manipulate the effects of their spells in a way that no other spellcaster can. A sorcerer is an instinctive and potent mage who despite not having the broad magical knowledge and spell repertoire of the other classes manages to unleash powerful and unpredictable spells to destroy their foes.

I’m pretty sure this is the result of two answers: one, where she believes academic study isn’t necessarily the best way to comprehend magic, and the other, where she said she was reasonably charismatic. Sorcerers are intuitive Charisma-based casters, after all. If I were to put L’yhta in a D&D game, she’d be a multi-class Wizard/Sorcerer. In Pathfinder, she’d be an Admixture specialist.

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[kittenshift-17]

****Sneak Peek at Chapter 9 of Devils’ Angels****

“You’re not supposed to break promises,” Lucian said.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not,” Hermione said, smiling gently at him. “Are you still angry? You can put away your fangs and your claws now, you know?”

Lucian winced a little.

“No, I can’t,” he admitted. “They won’t go away until after the moon, now. They stay out once they come out on moon days. They’ll get longer and more wolfy when the sun goes down.”

“Do they hurt?” Hermione asked him worriedly.

“No,” he shook his head. “Can we go outside?”

“I… of course we can, darling,” Hermione frowned at the boy, releasing her hold on him and watching him make a beeline for the backdoor into her yard.

“It’s nice out here,” he said when they were outside in the sun.

He walked slowly over to the day-beds and the small table that looked out over the lake, stopping next to one until she joined him.

“Will you tell me about your transformations, Lucian?” Hermione asked the boy quietly when she followed him over and he gestured that he wanted her to sit down.

“What do you want to know?” he asked, turning at look at her with wolf eyes for a long moment.

“What can I expect this evening when the sun goes down? Do you know what happens to you at the full moon?” she asked gently.

Lucian’s mouth twisted like he didn’t want to tell her.

“Are you going to give me back to the Ministry if you don’t like what happens to me?” he asked, scowling.

“Never,” Hermione vowed solemnly. “Until the day I die, Lucian Greyback, you will be welcome in my home, no matter the effects of your transformations. I promise it.”

Lucian eyed her seriously, as though taking measure of her seriousness before he nodded once.

“I don’t always remember what happens,” he confessed quietly, fidgeting a little. “It hurts when my fur grows in. I get really itchy. And my ears hurt a lot when they turn to wolf ears and move up to the top of my head. My hands and feet ache when my claws get longer, and my face hurts from the way I have to hold my jaw, so I don’t cut my lips on my teeth when they get bigger.”

“Do you get cranky?” Hermione asked him.

“Yes,” he admitted. “I feel… not like me, anymore. But still a little bit like me. I feel like there is a wolf inside me and he takes control when the moon is full, but he lets me watch and sometimes he listens to what I want. Dad says that doesn’t happen to him when his wolf takes control. He says when the rest of the pack go wolf, they can’t make any decisions or sway their wolves to do what they want.”

“Everything I’ve read and witnessed suggests that under the light of the full moon, the werewolf forget who he is completely,” Hermione nodded.

“Forgetting doesn’t seem right,” Lucian shook his head. “I don’t forget who I am… I just… I’m not the one in charge, anymore.”

“Do you ever feel the need to bite people when your wolf is in charge?” she asked, wondering if she would need to isolate him when the moon rose.

“Yes,” Lucian whispered truthfully, his eyes gold as he watched her. “I want to bite things. I wanted to bite the Pup, and Alrik and Dmitri every full moon when we were in the Ministry. But they’re so little, and they were scared of me when I had my fur and my fangs… I didn’t like it when they were scared of me, so I made my wolf not bite them.”

Catch up on the rest of the story here:  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12437426/1/Devil-s-Angels

[kittenshift-17]

I LOVED THE NEW DEVILS' ANGELS AND I WILL CHERISH THIS CHAPTER UNTIL THE DAY I DIE BECAUSE IT WAS PERFECT AND ADORABLE AND SUPER CUTE AND LOVELY AND GKFOEOSOSKSNFKDKSKSKKDS 💖💖💖💖💖 Only something to point out: Alrik and Dmitri are, if I'm not mistaken, two and three, or something like that. You don't give knives to toddlers unless you want them to cause a disaster or kill themselves or something 😅 A fork and a spoon, yes. A knife, a real one... Not a good idea.

I’ve seen plenty of toddles using plastic knives. But thank you for the love and the fangirling. I’m pleased you liked the story. 💖💖💖💖💖💖