#devils line fic

[caramelo7dulce]

don't ruin this on me (3693 words) by vanasha Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Devils' Line (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anzai Yuuki/Taira Tsukasa Characters: Anzai Yuuki, Taira Tsukasa Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Insecurity, Vampires, Frottage, Vaginal Fingering, Making Out, Dry Humping, Smut, Coming In Pants, Shyness, Dorks in Love, a bit of angst, Pining, Self-Hatred Summary:

Did they have someone watch over them every single time they came close? Should they have?

Or, Anzai and Taira are making out. He likes it when she's calling him by his first name, maybe more than he can handle.

[heartsforjh]

Six Lines

𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐻𝓊𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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“Baby? Baby, did you take your vitamins yet?” your husband, Jack, asks for what feels like the hundredth time this morning, stepping into the view of the TV.

You sigh, sitting on the couch, just trying to watch the new season of your show. You haven’t been able to watch it since it came out a month ago, and it’s been driving you crazy trying to avoid spoilers.

Admittedly, you answer him with a bit of venom. “Not yet, honey.”

He’s been like this ever since the two of you found out about the baby at only one week. It was sweet at first—a concerned husband and dad-to-be—but it quickly got old. Now you’re six weeks in, and you’ve started to feel like Jack may very well be practicing his parenting on you.

“Hey, lose the attitude. I’m trying to take care of you here,” he says, his tone soft.

You try to look around him to see the TV, but it’s no use. “J, move. I’m trying to see this.”

“Baby, I get that your hormones are all over the place, but you don’t have to be so mean,” he says sternly, as if he thinks he has the right to lecture you.

You roll your eyes. “Or maybe you’re just majorly pissing me off.”

“Okay… for my sake, I’m gonna say it’s the hormones,” he says with a nod, heading back into the kitchen.

Just when you think you’ve lost him, he comes back in and sits next to you on the couch. “So, vitamins?”

You glance over at him to see he’s holding the bottle of prenatals. You let out a scoff, but decide it couldn’t hurt to take them right now, especially since he brought them to you, saving you a trip to the kitchen.

“J, if I take these… will you please leave me alone?” you ask, fully serious.

He raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether to be offended or amused. “I can’t love on my wife?”

“No,” you shoot back, grabbing the bottle and getting your vitamins out for the morning. “Now, answer.”

“I mean, I guess I will if it’ll get you to take them,” he says with a shrug.

You immediately pop the vitamins into your mouth. “Great! Thank you!”

Jack nods and gives you a kiss on the cheek. He gets up and walks away from the couch. He wants to give you the space you need, but truthfully, he’s a little hurt that you want him away from you.

Later in the day, you need to make a quick run upstairs. As you approach the stairs, you hear a certain someone’s footsteps and they sound like they’re coming toward you. When Jack grabs your hand and puts his other hand on your waist, it only confirms your suspicions.

“Do you need help, baby?” he asks, and you can’t help but think about how ridiculous that is. He’s already trying to help, and then he wants to ask if you need it after the fact.

You sigh, again, trying to keep your composure and not be too mean, knowing he has good intentions. “I’m a big girl. I’ve got it handled.”

“But I don’t want you to fall. It’s easy to do when you’re pregnant,” he insists, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes of his.

You sigh, for what may actually be the hundredth time, feeling even more guilty at how irritated you are because of him. “And I appreciate that, I really do. But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not even showing yet. We’re like a month into this pregnancy, Jacky. I promise you, there is absolutely nothing throwing me off balance.”

“I’ve seen you fall over nothing, baby. I’m not letting my clumsy, pregnant wife walk up the stairs alone,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Now, come on, pretty girl. Let’s go up.”

You exhale, accepting that this is your life now. You thought Jack coddled you before, but this is a whole new level of insane.

“Thank you. It was really good,” You say, finishing up dinner, the one Jack made—of course.

He smiles, pleased with himself. “Thank you. I’m really glad you liked it.”

“Mhm,” you hum with a light nod.

You start to feel a little nauseous, so before doing anything else, you get up from the table, head to the fridge, grab a water, and gulp it down. By the time you feel you’ve had enough, you look over and see that Jack’s now up from his seat, bringing your plate to the sink.

“I was gonna do that. I can do that,” you say, with a tinge of annoyance.

He looks up from what he’s doing. “Yeah… yeah, I know.”

“So… stop, please. I was gonna do that! I just got up for two seconds! Why would you do that?” you say, frustrated. The more you speak, the more you’re working yourself up.

You’ve started to feel horrible when he does things like this. You’re going to be a mom soon. You’re definitely not a helpless baby, so why is he treating you like one?

Jack frowns, confused at why you’re freaking out at him over some plates. “I—I just wanted to help.”

“You’re not helping! I can clean up after myself! So, how is that helpful? You’re not doing anything special cause it was gonna get done either way!” you press, growing increasingly upset.

Jack winces at the sight of you being so bothered, but he’s still confused as to what he’s doing wrong. “Hey, hey, hey. Why are you being like this?”

“You’re just being so annoying! I can’t stand it.” You say, frustration bubbling over.

You storm out of the kitchen, not wanting to be in there any longer. Mostly because you’re upset at Jack, but partly because the sad look on his face is starting to get to you.

Not long after, it’s time for bed. When Jack comes into the room, the tension is thick. You sit on the bed in your nightset, watching as he moves around the room to get ready for sleep. He looks so innocent, simply going about his bedtime routine. You feel an intense feeling of guilt for how you’ve treated him all day. However, you don’t want to bring it up if he’s not already thinking about it.

He gets dressed and lies down in the bed without saying a word, and he seems mad. That is, until he sticks his arms out for you. “Come here, baby.”

You immediately melt, moving right into his arms and cuddling up with him. He kisses the top of your head and starts stroking your hair. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? What’s up?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be mean. Well, I kind of was, but… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” you explain as best you can.

Jack nods, giving you another kiss on the head to reassure you that he’s not angry. “Okay, talk to me. What did I do to upset you?”

“I just… you’re not treating me very normal. I don’t like it. I know I’m pregnant now, but I can still do things on my own. It won’t be like that for long. Soon I’ll be forcing you to put my shoes on for me. I just want to enjoy my independence while I still can,” you finally open up, and get your feelings off your chest.

But it doesn’t relieve how you feel. If anything, telling him makes you more anxious. What if you make him feel worse? Him being a little overbearing doesn’t mean he deserves that.

Jack just nods, staying silent for a moment that feels like an eternity to you. “Yeah… I—I get that. You’re right. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. There’s no excuse for suffocating you like that, but I want you to know it wasn’t on purpose. You have to remember, this is my first time doing all of this too. I’m still trying to understand it, and all I know is that my girl is carrying my baby, and there’s so little I can do to stop the things you’ll have to go through. I feel kind of useless, honestly. And I’ve been trying to find ways to fix that. I’m sorry, baby.”

“That makes sense. I should’ve told you I was getting irritated way sooner. I say I want to be treated like an adult, but then I was just plain mean to you. That wasn’t exactly mature of me,” you admit, defeated.

Jack smiles softly, easing the tension in the room. “I forgive you. We’re both just trying to figure this thing out on our own. We should start doing it together, you know? Let’s communicate better. If I’m bothering you, I want you to tell me, okay?”

“Okay. And if you think I’m… I guess being overly mean to you, please tell me. I don’t like knowing I may be hurting your feelings. Oh! And I’ll make sure to ask if I actually need help with something,” you say, glancing up at him.

He smiles down at you and kisses you on the nose. “Deal. You’re lucky you’re cute. I can’t be mad at you.”

“So… can you please rub my back? It hurts,” you ask him, and the room goes silent for a moment.

“All of a sudden you want my help?” he asks, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

hey guys! i’m not sure how good this part is… i wrote it at like 3AM so idk if i trust my own sleep deprived judgement right now. nevertheless, i hope you all enjoyed! <3

tags: @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @rainyvalentines @alwaysclassyeagle

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[speakofthedebbie]

you (read: i) asked so you shall recieve: radioapple fic recs august 2024 update!!

the following are the ones from the last post w/some minor changes (think: misspellings and even more osas praising) (sorry for the re-tags!!):

Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before the Next Angelic War by @miribalis

just yes. thousand times yes. so basically my boy luci has some sleep troubles and that somehow leads to a qpr with al look its been a while ok just read it

Managerial Liberties by the same fella

these two tags explain it pretty well

something that sticks out to me about this is that charlie is actually (reasonably) cold to adam and like. im actually surprised with how little ive seen that. i mean i dont think id be exactly buddy-buddy with my besties killer either. only 4 chaps as of writing but already looking to be a radioapple classic. has the same vibe as bedtime rituals, but it is NOT a sequel

devils don't fly (don't expect me not to fall) by @corgiss

also just yes. basically a really not cool joke evolves into a blossoming romance because why wouldnt it. (man if i had a nickel for every radioapple fic that had a masquerade that was sabotaged by the vees- *gets shot bc i cant mention osas yet*)

i’ll hold you close (i’ll stay the course) by the same fella

the entire time i was just going "yas king! put that egotistical flatscreen in his place!!". basically luci reminds the overlords who he is and vox shows he can be more of a threat than he lets on.

ykw fuck it just the entire series (i didnt mention i would give anything to not give a shit (but i do) and my perfect rock bottom (my beautiful trauma) because the first one sounded a lil too angsty and ive gotten enough of that from other sources [pointedly glares at Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love {also coming up later!}] and the second is (mostly) smut

Of Saints and Sinners by the forever amazing @morningstarwrites!! (if you see this i have a serious question: is this your first time ever writing a fic? because how do you get so much right the first time- [not even beginners luck could explain this level of skill])

if youre even half the radioapple fanatic i am and havent read this, literally what are you doing?? i could sing its praises until my death bed but ill hold off so i can explain whats happening. basically after burning down a meeting room several times, luci and al make a deal ("not a deal!", luci laments to the void): they will attempt to be civil and maybe even friendly, with some daily compliments sprinkled along the way, and by the end luci will owe al a favour. whats the favour? read it yourself dammit! seriously, 10/10, i foam at the mouth every friday

Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love by Starlit_Rainfall (no tumblr in sight, so AO3) (i. urgfgh. what happened. i was just smiling over the fluff while crossing to go to school. where did it go. where did it gooooo)

if thats anything to go by, the last few chapters have been rough. the fluff feels so far away that i cant even explain what happens. luci was waxing poetic about swimming in maple syrup for al, i remember that much. lilith is particularly an asshole even tho we havent seen her yet (or maybe we have. idr, mightve chatted with al) also emily is there (fallen) and has a lil smth to do with als and liliths deal. if you read it, warning for the gut punch of angst that starts chap 32 "She/Her" (though the chapter before that, "Should Alastor Know By Now?" ends pretty rough too)

Freely We Serve by @romanaxe

i dont remember how i managed to stumble upon this but im having a great time. basically alastor is a new sinner fresh in hell (but time doesnt matter and the whole cast is still here) and thinks "what better way to gain power than be the personal assistant of the heartbroken king of hell!" features a 6-7 (rosies words) year old charlie and a morally dubious lilith (also i loved eepy al X3)

A Family Forged in Hellfire by Green_Ghostwriter (once again, no Tumblr, so AO3)

this ones a bit newer (10 chaps), is so far mostly exposition and the slowburn pot hasnt even been put on the stove, but as just a hazbin fic in general i see the potential. basically its a 1920s(30s?) au where heaven decides little charlie doesnt deserve to be raised in hell and is sent to earth with a "foster" family where her actions in life will determine witch realm she will return to after death. her "parents", al and mimzy, are given false memories so they can claim the girl as their own and gee i wasnt kidding when i said it was a lot of exposition. erm honestly explaining anymore would tech be spoiling so go read it!!

The Red Thread That Binds Us by @scun-gilli

{{future me prefacing this by saying i have no idea where i was going with yesterdays thought process, all you need to know from it was im on chapter 27. also scungilli your comment is making me very worried 😟 well theres no mcd tag so im sure itll fine, right? RIGHT, SCUNGILLI??}}

basically its a king x kings guard au where al and luci grow up together and only grow closer after a. certain life event for al (its fine guys trust :)) [she said, like a liar]) then al is sent off for royal guard training school (ik its not called that i forgor 😭) but dw he comes back. just watch out for graphic depictions of injuries (i think thats this fic) angst and a sneaky eve bc radioapple fics are allergic to happiness (or maybe im not looking hard enough lol) (also im really tempted to make the friendship bracelets they had 👀)

somewhere down the line by kj_crwm (AO3 link)

this one starts off as human!alastor/lucifer but by the middle(?) its just regular radioapple. basically al is encountered by luci while finishing off a job who agrees to keep quiet. luci just keeps on showing up, reveals hes the devil to which al us just like "lol ok" and eventually they get in a relationship (ooh lala 👀) but they break up after saying some hurtful things to each other (oh nono 👀) with luci promising al they will never cross paths again. if you watched the show then well. you know that doesnt happen 😂 most human!al radioapple have al summon him (no hate to them) so this was an interesting change of pace

new recs below!! ↓↓

Alastor and Lucifer do whatever the Hell this is (series) by Vagabond_Sloth (personally asked, no Tumblr, but they might make one 👀)

i know this is radioapple fic rec post but... *cough* Husk and Angel do a Romance for some soft huskerdust *cough* anyway- basically, a perplexing flower arrangement leads to a blossoming something between the resident radio demon and king of hell. seriously, its some good shit, and the author is really nice!

A Compliment A Day by @decembercamiecherries

spinning this around in my head at all times

basically, a classic "charlie makes al and luci compliment each other as a bonding excessive" but it does not disappoint (check out her other three radioapple fics too)

a lovely night (lalaland is that you??) and pancakes, small talk by @mirotic_chess (X Twitter account)

in a lovely night they do a lil dancey dancey and in pancakes, small talk luci makes some pancakes!!

Sin and Sentiment and Time On My Hands by demon_fawn (supposed Tumblr leads to a dead end)

oh my god future debs here and i am so fucking tired of doing these descriptions but. um. the plot for sin and sentiment def seems very interesting and time on my hands is an incomplete (but good!) attempt at radioapple week. hmm not sure if they still post bc the most recent update was july 12th

honestly just every radioapple fic by @otoshigo (i think ive read all but Forbidden Fruit of the Poisonous Tree)

if you look underneath the little island that is radioapple, on god otoshigo is one of the creators holding it up. all 19 (yes, 19. we eatin good tonight [excluding forbidden fruit]) of their radioapple fics are fantastic, buuut if i had to recommend anything specific: A Guide to the Care and Maintenance of the King of Hell (fuck count furfur!) and The Devil's Trip to the Big Apple

not to continue the trend, but basically anything by @thief-of-eggs (even the singular huskerdust) but personal recommendations: Trust and Hair Pets and Let Me Be Your Shelter (sickfics 🔛🔝)

idk if youll catch me doing the descriptions for these anymore shit was exhausting

tagging time!!!! (i want to end it all)

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

the concept of religion in arcane is still getting me because there are three facts I’m thinking of

Vander refers to the devil in s1 (“what the devil” pretty sure he says this) when Benzo and Grayson are about to (or are just??? Memory is horrible rn) killed in reaction to the shimmer demon

Janna. Which makes the most sense from what I know of League lore

Jayce saying that he prays for everyone’s safety (or something like that) in s2 when the war is about to begin.

League enjoyers is there something I’m missing or is it just not that deep

[desertfangs]

Do you think Daniel tried to get Armand to make dirty talk about killing in the DM years? Loved your fic, btw!

ANON I love you for this because I was talking to someone about this the other day. Absolutely I think he did! What's funny to me is the progression, how he probably was nervous to bring it up at first and then gradually got bolder, and even demanding.

Like at first, during the Chase Years, I think Daniel was fascinated at how Armand might appear bone-white and deathly pale one time and then the next, have a little pinkish hue to his skin, a little warmth in him if their hands or arms brushed. He knows from listening to Louis' story what that means, and I think it both terrified and fascinated him.

Like, maybe Armand shows up across from him in a train car speeding through Europe and he grabs something out of Daniel's hands and Armand's hands are surprisingly warm. So Daniel's skin tingles and he immediately thinks of how that means Armand has recently killed someone, and he studies his face, ice shooting down his spine in terror but also... there's this little thrill for him, this knowledge that Armand has taken a life and is sitting in front of him demanding to know what he's reading as if that's perfectly normal.

So I can totally see him turning the tables and asking Armand who he killed, how he chooses his victims, what it feels like to kill them. He knows what Louis told him, but he's eager to hear it from Armand. So eager that Armand probably uses it against him, reminding Daniel that if he's not careful, he might find out firsthand.

Not that it stops him.

And once they're a couple, I think he would bring it up occassionally. Maybe lying in bed with him after they've been intimate, mentioning the lingering scent of some dead person's cologne. Maybe when Armand is shaking him awake with blood-warmed hands, Daniel demands to know whose blood it is. But he probably also rarely gets much out of Armand on that score, and learns pretty quickly that pressing the issue only leads to fighting or Armand simply ignores him and shrugs him off.

But I do think his fascination about it never goes away, and whether or not Armand will admit it, the fact that he's interested and horny about it rather than scared and grossed out is probably a huge point in his favor. After all, he doesn't just love Armand despite the fact that he's a monster, but in part because of it. Daniel is into him in all ways, including the fact that he's out there killing and more, Daniel would be happy to snuggle with him while he described those actions in details. He's a rare (weird) guy and Armand struck lightning with him if you ask me.

Thank you so much for the ask, anon!! And for your compliment about my fic! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I'm giving you a fresh blueberry muffin and a hug! 💖

[rewritingcanon]

did you know you can tell if someone is not a nextgen-predominant fan just from the way they characterise and write james sirius potter? did you also know you can tell which among those people like snape and which like the marauders more? just from the way they write james sirius potter.

[mlmgaze]

Post the last line that you wrote

thanks for the tag @rebel-revenant :D !

Here's the last line i wrote:

Armand, appearing next to him without preamble, had spoken out loud, and Daniel looked around quickly to see if the girl was still close enough to have heard him.

if you see this consider yourself tagged plssssss i love seeing everyone's :)

[ladylooch]

Can you do one where you’re watching the game at home and he gets hurt and how you would react with either Nico or Timo

Oof.. this would be the worst! I picked Nico because I have another request I'm working on for Timo 😊

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If you’re being honest, you’re having a hard time getting into the Devils game tonight. They’re currently in Ottawa playing the Senators, but something about this night has your mind elsewhere, even as your boyfriend controls the power play at the point. 

You blink, trying to reset your eyes after scrolling through TikTok for the previous fifteen minutes of the game. You toss your phone to the side, crossing your arms and watching as Nico accepts the puck from Jack.

“Come on, babe.” You murmur, pursing your lips as he shoots. “Ugh.” You groan, hearing the telltale clap of the puck off the glass. Nico skates towards the middle of the ice in the offensive zone. You glance down at your fingernail, realizing it has a small chip in it. You tug at the loose piece, then examine the rest of your finer nails. You’re definitely going to need a nail file to avoid snagging your nail on every article of clothing you have.

“Uh oh. Hischier is hurt.” The announcer’s concerned voice cuts through your thoughts.

You snap your gaze back to the ice, watching with millions of other people as your boyfriend skates off in obvious distress.

“No.” You whisper. The camera between the benches zooms in on him as he grimaces in pain. He is barely putting his weight on his right leg, holding his side gingerly. “Baby.” You wince, sitting up on the couch. The camera cuts back to the power play and you watch hopeful for another shot of Nico.

When you see him again, he has fallen off the bench and squirming in agony. Once he regains his footing, he doubles over in pain, leaning awkwardly to the left as the trainer speaks to him. Nico is tough. If he’s showing this kind of pain, it’s bad. Your breathing begins to shorten. Your vision narrows to only take in the TV even as your phone begins to buzz with incoming texts. Your hands dash through your hair, finger prints shoving forcefully into your scalp.

“Please be okay.” Your voice waivers as you speak alone to Nico through the TV. “I need you to be okay.”

They finally show the replay and you watch in horror as the Ottawa player forcefully cross checks Nico where he doesn’t have padding. It’s a hip… maybe a rib… and you feel yourself get violently angry at the image. Several swearwords flow from your mouth as you grab your phone, thinking about blasting off a social media post in disgust at the lack of call from the refs. Cooler winds prevail as you see Nico skating on the ice during the next TV timeout, ready to rejoin the game after taking a few shifts off. Instead, you navigate to messages, sending a text for him to call you as soon as he can.

His call comes in after securing the win.

“Hi sweetheart.” He murmurs to you as you gasp his name in greeting. 

“Are you okay?” The words are strung together anxiously.

“I’m okay.”

“Nico, you better not be lying-“

“I don’t lie to you, babe. I’m okay. It just stung for a bit.” You let yourself feel relief for the first time. “I have a pretty nasty bruise though.”

“Already?”

“Yeah.” You can feel him shrug even without seeing him. He’s so calm and collected as always. “Might need a few kisses to help it heal…” He trails off. Your cheeks get warm and a buzz begins in your body at the thought of nursing him back to health with your mouth.

“As the captain’s girlfriend, I did vow to do whatever is necessary to help the team.” You quip at him, unable to stop the wide grin spreading your lips. Your heart still hurts a bit for the man who holds it in his hands 400 miles away.

“The team appreciates your sacrifice.” Nico snickers back. You hear the sound of pressure releasing through the speaker, signaling the bus is beginning to move. “Alright beautiful, I’m on my way home to you. I’ll see you soon.”

“Be safe. I love you.” You murmur to him.

“Love you. If you’re not awake when I get home, goodnight too.”

“I’ll be awake.” You promise him.

“Good girl.” He tells you before he ends the call. 

[hajihiko]

SHIT WAIT AMAZING DEVIL

Also please. That Unwanted Animal by the Amazing Devil

[drazzilder]

the silly thing is finally ready for announcement! I’m happy to say I am getting back into writing stories again (besides my comic) and this time it’s something I thought wouldn’t work but I think it’s gonna work. we have here ganon as the CEO and Founder of his own Jewelery empire in NYC. Yes, this takes place in the same universe as devil wears Prada.

[heartsforjh]

Six Lines

𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐻𝓊𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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Two lines. That was all it took to have your husband walking around the house cheering, pretty much freaking out. Two lines on a positive pregnancy test, more specifically.

You and Jack had been trying for a baby since roughly a year after you got married. You had both opted to wait two years originally, but when he started seeing cute babies everywhere, Jack could only describe it as a “sign”. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for him to have you on board with the idea too.

Now you’re standing here, bathroom light shining bright, test in hand, and heart completely full. Jack comes walking back into the bathroom and engulfs you in a big hug, holding you tight.

“Holy shit, y/n. You’re gonna be a mommy! You’re gonna be a���wow… just an amazing mom! And I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispers, voice full of awe. You giggle and nod, your chest warming at his excitement.

Jack is buzzing, practically bouncing on his feet. But then, his expression stills, and you can see the gears turning in his mind. Slowly, his brows furrow, and a flicker of doubt crosses his face. “But… I don’t know how to be a dad.”

“You think I know how to be a mom?” you ask, your voice light but reassuring.

“I mean… no, technically not,” he shrugs. “Cause, you know, you’ve never done it before.”

You nod. “Right, but you still think I’m gonna be a good mom?”

His frown deepens, almost as if he’s offended by that. “The best mom. You shouldn’t even question that. I know you’re gonna be great-”

You cut him off, cupping his face gently in your hands. “Exactly. So why freak out? You don’t know how to be a dad, but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna be bad at it. Our baby is gonna love you so much, J.”

His face softens, a small smile slowly tugging at the corner of his lips. “Okay. You’re right. It’s gonna love me.”

The renewed confidence in his voice makes your heart swell, and you smile warmly in return. You lean in, pulling his face to yours in a gentle kiss. When you pull away, you notice something lingering in his expression again.

Worried, you ask, “What are you thinking about, babe?”

“Do you think it’ll like hockey?” he questions, tilting his head with innocent curiosity.

You raise your eyebrows at him, unable to help the grin spreading across your face. “It took you, what? Five whole minutes to start talking about hockey.”

“New record,” he teases, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before slipping past you and out of the bathroom.

You shake your head, still smiling as you watch him head toward the kitchen. “This is seriously the happiest news I’ve gotten since you said yes. I’m gonna make us the best dinner to celebrate!”

i hope you guys enjoyed this! it’s the first part to my new au! feel free to send in questions or headcanons! for part one i’m going to tag everyone who is signed up for Jack on my taglist. however, after this you guys may have to go back in and sign up for this au separately if you want to keep getting tagged. i don’t want to bug anyone that doesn’t want to be notified!

tags: @beenucks @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @sweetestdesire @puckmedude @joesnumerouno @alex-wotton @r0wdymaize86 @macklin-celebrini-71 @quillycrow

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[raayllum]

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“Hey,” the Moonshadow elf says, swinging back around for a moment. Her pack follows the motion, slung unevenly over one shoulder. “You’re a criminal, aren’t you?” “I prefer to think of it as high risk trading,” Nyx sniffs. “If someone wanted information around here,” Rayla asks, “where would they go?” A beat. “What sort of information?” “The dark mage black market.” Rayla’s expression shifts like the sand, hard and unforgiving. “I know it’s here. They use soulfangs for all sorts of things.” She’s even heard they use soulfangs to make coin prisons, although she’s never seen one in person.

X

She only had to think on Scumport’s reputation to imagine a multitude of possible answers. Rayla had only heard of the place after months of sniffing around for clues, and even then the name only came in whispers from loosened tongues. The town was a hub of Xadia’s most unscrupulous denizens: hunters, pirates, and thieves. With the Border open, humans of similar stripes had found their way to Scumport’s all-too-welcoming docks, too��and with them came dark mages.

2)

Rayla stows her swords away, and Nyx flashes the merchant a charmingly apologetic grin. “You wouldn’t mind keeping quiet about that little outburst and not spreading it along to other merchants for a feather, would you?” If news spreads, of course, other merchants down the river and other branches of the market won’t want to talk to them, and then whatever Rayla is so desperately (and angrily) chasing will be even harder to find. 

X

“There was someone on a ship that should’ve docked here this morning,” Rayla told him, her voice low. “A human man. A dark mage—” “I sell charms,” the merchant growled. “Won’t find what yer lookin’ for here.”

3)

“So just go home,” Rayla snaps. “You’re not wanted here—” “Well I’m not wanted there either,” Nyx says. “And I don’t want to go back.”

X

“Don’t worry,” the other elf said, holding up her hands in a vague apology. “When one of our kind washes up in Scumport, well…they’re rarely in good standing back home.” Rayla caught her meaning. “So, you’re… also…?” “Of course. For…” she chewed her lip and counted on her fingers. [...] “What did you do?” “Nothing I regret.” Rayla blinked. Redfeather eyed her and swung herself back into a sitting position, her boots thudding against the floor. “Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on what’s behind you. Listen—if they hadn’t made me a Ghost I wouldn’t have ended up here.” Rayla glanced skeptically around the dim room. “Don’t make that face!” Redfeather laughed. “This is all a gift, once you learn to see it that way. It’s freedom—don’t you feel it? Why else would you be in Scumport?”

4)

They’re silent for a long time, until: “I left him.” Nyx opens her eyes and looks over at Rayla to find the kid looking back at her, across the flames. Her eyes are open and alert, her voice tight, like she’s numbed her tongue and the feeling, but the words cut through and hurt in spite of her best efforts. “He offered me a home and gave me everything I could want, but I...” Rayla stops and starts, the words coming out in a choppy, slightly choked flood. “I couldn’t lose him.”

X

Rayla felt a great many things, and all of them hurt. She thought of the Silvergrove. Ethari at his workbench, metal marvels at his fingertips. Mushcup and moonberry surprise. And beyond the Border, a warm castle, and a mage—

5)

This marketplace is carved into the dark side of a mountain, sitting in an almost permanent shadow from the positioning of the sun.

X

She set her sights on another stall, this one set up in the shadow of a ramshackle old building that Rayla almost mistook for a pile of rubble.

6)

The man raises a pale, large hand and Rayla prepares herself for the blow—she doesn’t want to run from this, too—when an arm pushes her back, and a familiar sounding voice sounds. “Sorry ‘bout my friend,” Nyx chirps, pushing Rayla behind her. “Nasty temper. I’m sure the cloak can’t be worth more than a piece of silver, do you?” Nyx flips a silver coin in the air and the man catches it. 

X

Rayla’s hands slipped to her back to find the hilts of her blades—but someone grabbed her by the neck of her cloak and pulled her backwards. “There you are,” came a loud and unfamiliar voice. “I told you to come find me when your ship docked, not wander around the market.”

—the devil's in the details (but you got a friend in me), october 2021 / tdp reflections: chasing shadows, july 2023

[peninkwrites]

Ponk moves out but not on, Tubbo is briefly human, and Quackity can't stop lying.

[CW: referenced abuse, guns, lying. so much lying.]

[cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal]

i am mighty intrigued by "Scarlet Welly Boots" 👀

Ah! Scarlet Welly Boots is actually one of my Wayhaven fics. It's a collection of vignettes throughout the life of my Detective Raine Callaghan, examining how his life has changed and weathered several tragedies in the family such as the death of his father and disappearance of his aunt. It also functions as a character relationship analysis between himself and his stepmother, Rebecca Sinclair, a woman with a mysterious job in the government.

You can find chapters 1-6 here, and here is a snippet from chapter 7:

Down at the end of the drive, amidst all the trees and brush, Ciaran can pretend that he's alone. The Sinclair estate crawls with people, all staff that he's yet to learn all the names of. He doesn't know what to make of them, mostly. They scurry around the manor, doing various menial labor that Ciaran feels they don't really need to be doing, and occasionally greeting him or asking after his needs. It's weird. It makes sense to him now how Eoin was so lonely here. The Sinclair estate is on the very edge of Wayhaven - a car ride away from town proper - and filled with people paid to take care of the place. There's always someone wandering around and never anyone to have a real conversation with. It's oddly isolating. It doesn't help that Rebecca has mostly not visited since dragging him out here. Always on some job, or visiting Eoin in hospital down in Manchester where she'd had him transferred. The thought of Eoin makes his stomach twist in on itself, threatening to devour him. It's not fair. It's not fair that Ciaran is here, up and about, while Eoin languishes in a hospital bed. It's not fair that he's preparing for university while his brother remains comatose. It feels wrong. The whole world feels wrong.

[mothmage]

excerpts from my semi-niche devil's minion chase years fic below because the Copley dinner scene is SO underused and makes me craaaazzyyyyyy

She was breathless, her chest heaving, and Armand delighted in it. Oh, this was so much better than she’d expected. When the girl began eating, lustily, furiously – a little fish, a little beef, a little veal, a little sweetbreads, a little cheese, a little everything, put it all together, what did she care, Armand threw her head back in laughter, gleeful laughter.

Dani stared at her, startled. So seductive, she thought, her mind growing careless. She reached for the wine, one of the many glasses scattered between the dishes, and drank it all in one swig. Another, then another. Armand just watched, fascinated.

“Don’t you want to taste it?” Armand asked, tilting her head.

Dani’s mouth hung slightly ajar. I do, she thought. God, do I ever.

Armand’s smile widened. She picked up another glass, swirled it, then offered it to the girl. “Slowly, Danielle. This is an expensive wine, much older than you. You wouldn’t want to waste it, guzzle it like water.”

“Dani,” she said, absently. Her eyes were glued to Armand’s. “It’s Dani.”

“Dani,” Armand corrected, indulgently. She relished in the response it evoked, the shiver down her spine as real as the warmth in her chest from the wine. She shook the glass a little, reminding her to take it.

The girl reached out, slowly, then snatched the glass away when their fingers touched. So cold.

[...]

Armand clicked her tongue. She arched a brow, when Dani’s eyes met hers. “Taste,” she said, quiet but a definitive order. “Use your mortal senses. Slowly.”

Dani watched as she took another silver fork, speared a chunk of duck, dragged it through the sauce. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

Even without looking into her mind, Armand knew that she was both enticed by the rich food and aroused by the action, by Armand herself. “Here,” she said, quietly, holding out the fork.

Dani leaned forward, without hesitating, and closed her lips around the fork, still held in Armand’s hand. Armand’s mouth fell open, a little surprised.

The girl’s face flushed, Armand’s surprise making her realize what she’d done, but she defiantly refused to be embarrassed about it. She sat up, resettled herself in her chair. “Yeah, it’s –” she cleared her throat. “Good. Really good.”

Armand studied her, eyes tracking the blood in her cheeks, across the bridge of her nose. There were freckles there, little spots from the sun. She’d never seen them before; they were only visible with the blood-flush, it seemed. “What does it taste like?” she asked, meeting the girl’s eyes.

[...]

“What?” Armand pressed, leaning forward. “I’m your what?”

Instead of answering, the girl shoved a roll into her mouth, focaccia dripping with garlic and olive oil. She made a little sound, closed her eyes in pleasure.

Armand didn’t lean away, watched as she ate it. Her mouth was wet, shining with oil, when she’d finished. She licked it up, not wasting any. When she opened her eyes, they met Armand’s, that beautiful and unusual color.

If Armand had any sense, this would be the girl’s last meal. The wine and rich foods would marinate her to perfection for Armand. She would glut herself on the girl’s blood, flooded even now with the effects of the wine. Armand would come away as outrageously drunk as the girl already was. She could smell it, see the pulse hammering in the great vein of her throat.

The waitress returned with the dessert, and Armand sat back in her chair, quickly enough that she heard the wood crack behind her.

[...]

Armand gestured. “This is your hotel, is it not?”

“Oh!” she laughed, embarrassed. She was quite drunk. “Yeah. Let’s –” she stopped, eyes wide, when Armand opened the door for her.

“Go on,” she said. “Aren’t you cold?”

She shook her head, but wheeled through the door, all the same.

She was on the fourth floor, here, but this hotel was expensive and newly constructed, and its elevator was grand and wide. Armand followed her into it, leaned against the wall and watched her.

Dani blew air through her lips, a little nervously, and tilted her head back to look at the ceiling.

Armand followed her gaze, looking up. It was mirrored, silver and gleaming. Her eyes met the girl’s, in the reflection, and stayed there until the elevator made a noise, alerting them to their arrival on the desired floor.

[star4daisy]

Last Line Game

thx for tagging me @fromagony and @graveryavery

Barty can feel the panic and anger growing exponentially as his heartbeat increases with the need to hurt his father before he could hurt him or his mother. The need to prove to him that Barty would go the most extreme lengths to protect them, that there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make sure they were the last ones standing. When his father attacks him, Barty makes sure to go for the throat. They tumble on the ground, his father’s weight softening his fall as he closes his hands around his neck and squeezes with all his might. The green eyes that look so much like his are widening the longer that Barty holds him there, his arms shaking as he struggles against Barty’s grip, he manages to throw a few punches, but it’s not nearly enough to make him stop. Nothing could make him stop. Not when he’s so close to what he’s always wanted. Freedom.

(no pressure) tags: @waywardwindee @thewitchofinysca @asterialunarr