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shelbgrey · 8 months

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Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets:

Paring: James Aubrey x Hodgins!Reader, previously Lance Sweets x wife!Reader

Summary: learning to fall in love again after your husband Lance passes away. - there will be a part 2!

🩷MasterList 🩷Part 2

you first met James Aubrey when he helped you and your husband Lance figure out who framed your best friend Seeley Booth.

Your first thoughts of him was that he was kinda adorable with his extreme eating habits and goofy personality.

“he's adorable” you whispered to Booth, when you said it back then you didn't mean it as you were attract to him. You ment as if someone called a small child adorable.

What you didn't know was he was smitten when he saw you, he thought you were beautiful and extremely smart. He couldn't stop staring at you and your husband and best friend noticed.

Lance trusted you and it was clear you weren't interested to Aubrey, he let it go and focused on the case. He was still sharp towrds him though, he was checking his wife out after all.

Booth had a different reaction, he thought it was humorous but wanted to Inform him before he started playing with fire. He took Aubry aside without you two knowing “married” he pointed at you, he then pointed to Lance. “husband”

He didn't know why it hurt so much, especially do to the fact you guys just met, but there was something about you and he couldn't get you out of his head. He really tried to let it go but failed, he had a crush on a married woman.

“don't worry” Seeley said, patting his back. “you'll get over it like the rest of them” meaning everyone has had a crush on you at least once.

To make matters worse he was there to witness your husband getting gun down. He felt tears run down his cheek as he watched you hold Lance lifeless body and sob.

“please don't leave me” you cried and rested your forehead on his. “I love you so much” Lance said softly

James didn't know what to do, he wanted to help some how but he only stood there in shock.

Seeley tried to separate you and Lance but you weren't having it. “he's not dying! Please Temperance help me” you cried.

Temperance was trying to hold it together herself. She held back her tears and looked at her husband then back at you. “honey... He's gone”

Seeley made his final good by in privet. “I'll make sure they're alright... Y/n and Charlotte both, I promise to protect them”

And just like that the love of your life was gone, it left a huge whole in your heart and all you wanted to do was avenge Lance.

What hurt you most was telling your daughter Charlotte that her daddy was gone, and on top of that your son hadn't even been born yet.

You stayed strong for your daughter, she had yet to real learn about death. She would have with when her gold fish Gus died but Lance replaced it while she was at preschool. All she knew was her daddy was in Heaven now.

You couldn't sleep on Lance's side of the bed, work got harder, and you just started to drift through time. Your brother Jack got worried about you and asked you and your daughter to move in with him and Angela.

It was a nice change, you got to be with your big brother, who you saw as your hero and Charlotte had the opportunity to grow up with her cousin Michael-Vincent.

A couple months went by and you started to feel better, you knew Lance wouldn't want you to be in so much pain so you tried to just live every day in his name.

Suprisenly James became a good friend to you, for awhile he forgot about his crush on you and just wanted to be there for you and your Daughter.

He made you laugh, the first time you really laughed since Lance passed away was when you went on a case with Seeley and James. It was video game company and James stoped to take a goofy selfie with a bigfoot. Seeley would have told him to knock it off, but it was the first time he heard you laugh in a while and he didn't want to take that away from you.

The more you hung out the more he fell for you and it scared the hell out of him... The both of you. At the time you didn't want another relationship, Lance was the love of your life and you always thought you only get one. You were scared you were giving off the wrong signals to him. Your kindness has been mistaken for flirting before.

Two years passed and your friendship with James only grew stronger. He was their when your son Seeley Lance Sweets was born. He was in the waiting room while your brother and Angela was there comforting you.

James got to be one of the first few to hold little Seeley and was aw struck. Once he saw that little boy he made a promised that he'd protect him and his sister from now on.

People noticed how differently James would treat you. He was naturally a kind man, but with you he treated you like a queen and was always there to protect you if you were out of the lab helping with a case.

He treated your kids like his own, he knew he'd could never replace Lance and he wasn't trying to, but if he need to babyset he would, if they want him read them a story he'll go all out and make difference voices for the characters. He loves your son and daughter.

Then there was the whole sharing food. People knew not to get in between James and his food. Your friends suspected his feelings when they cought you two sharing a plate of fries at the Diner. “that's different” Seeley said.

Hodgins, who just happened to be with him shared a worried look. “you don't think... He would be trying to get close right? She just lost Sweets”

The two didn't try to over think it, Jack knew your stance on a new relationship. He didn't want you to be in anymore pain but he couldn't help question James reasoning, it had only been two years since Lance left.

When the bottled up feelings became too much for James he went to Booth for advice. He was pacing back and forth while also rambling, Seeley tried to keep up as he watched him pace back and forth infront of his desk.

Then it finally clicked. “Wait! Your in love with her!? And she's into you, are you sure?”

“I can't help it.. I would never push her into anything but i cant-” he started but Booth cut him off.

“No, no, no. It's just that Lance was, Lance was perfect for her. I mean, that girl's heart beat for Lance Sweets. It just, it never occurred to me that she would ever be with anyone else.”

James knew how special your relationship with Lance was to you and he respected it. If you two were ment to be he would never be jealous or mad that you'll always love Lance.

But he is human, he would feel a pit in his stomach at the thought his first with you will always be your second with him. You experienced everything that was involved with a relationship with Lance first. Sex, cuddling, having a kid, everything.

Your first reaction to your feelings for him was absolute panic and remorse. You felt you were cheating on Lance or betraying him for having feelings for another. It ate at your already broken heart and you kept it bottled up.

It would go like this, you'd sneek a glance at James, admiring his beautiful eyes and his cute little smile. Then you'd immediately start feeling bad.

Jack caught on, he knew you like the back of his hand and loved you with every fiber of his soul. One day your big brother took you to the side and asked you if you're okay. You broke down in tears and told him how awful you felt.

“buddy, your not cheating on Lance” he said softly. “he would want you to be happy... You lost Lance at such a young age and now Your experiencing something most people wouldn't after losing a spouse, your getting another chance”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “what if I lose him too? And I can't expect him to take care of me and my kids? My son didn't even meet Lance”

That became another fear, you were so afraid of losing him too, what if James dies on you too?

“I think you two should have a long serious talk” your brother said.

You took your brother's advance and talked to James, you talked for hours and brought of everything that was on your minds.

“just promise me you will never die on me” you said with tears in your eyes. “I promise” James nodded and slowly leaned in, you mentally panicked and moved you face so his lips landed on your cheek.

“I'm sorry.. I-” he quickly said. You looked at him saddly and pecked his cheek. “I'm just not ready for all that yet”

He nodded “when ever you are... We'll take things slow there's no rush, just know I'll always be there for you and your kids”

It's been a while since you felt so much love and it scared you, you knew you could trust him but there was still fear of losing him if you got too close.

Even if you took things slow you both loved every moment. It was the little things that mattered most, you'd go to New restaurants, watch movies, go to your kids school functions.

James didn't miss a single thing involving your kids, if your daughter had some kinda concert with her class he'd be recording the whole thing. He even got to witness your Son's first steps.

Seeley Lance or LJ has know James all his life so it wasn't a surprise he called James dad, you told him stories of his father, but he couldn't help but see James as father. Charlotte calls him Jamie, she looks up to him and all but in her mind, her daddy is in heaven.

They do have a strong bond though, the little girl loves to be a round him and feels safe with him.

they probably watched every thing episode of Bluey together.

Speaking of which, James did get you and your kids a puppy, a Beagle puppy that your daughter named Bluey.

The first time you ever said I love you was about a year into your relationship, unfortunately it was after a life threatening experience. You went on a case with Booth and you ended up being in a coma for about a week.

You thought you were dying, and this sad thing is you accepted it. While you were under you could have sworn you talked to Lance, you didn't know if it was hallucination or a ghost.

You ran to him and hugged him tight as tears filled both of your eyes. He was so happy and sad to see you, it just wasn't your time.

“our kids need you.. They can't lose both of their parents”

You held his face in your hands and kissed his lips saddly. “you didn't even get to meet your son... He's so much like you”

He smiled. “I know... And couldn't be more prouder of him and Charlotte both, but I know you three are being tooken care of”

Once again you felt a pit in your stomach when you thought about James, you will never be ashamed of falling in love with him. James put your piece back together and helped you heal, but Lance will alway be your first love.

“don't you ever feel bad for falling on love again... You remember the pain you felt when I died?” Lance asked softly, you nodded sadly. “Aubry is feeling that right now, he's so scared of losing you”

You knew he was right, but you still shook your head and cried... All you wanted to do was stay with him forever.

He smiled softly and whipped your tears away. You said 'I love you' one last time before you started to blink back to reality. You took deep breath and looked around the hospital room. Your brother Jack was fast asleep on a couch in the room, Charlotte and Seeley was piled up with him asleep as well.

James was fast asleep next you, he had a chair pulled up to your bed with his head in your lap and his hand holding your. You took your free hand and ran your fingers through his hair softly.

He jolted awake in a panic, he left out a sigh of relief when he saw you smiling softly at him. “your awake” he said with tears pricking his sleep-deprived eyes.

He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you. “I thought I lost you” you placed your hand on his jaw and pulled him towrds you kissing his lips passionately, it was so soft but held so much emotion. “I love you... So much James”

He smiled, you didn't know how long he's been waiting to hear thoughs words. He smiled from ear to ear and kissed you again. “I love you too”

You only pulled away when you hear your kid chearing your name. “mama!” they jumped from Jack's lap and ran to you, giving you a big hug.

You finally had peace and felt you could move on, your life was better knowing Lance and you are better person because of him. Now it's time to start over with a man you knew loved you just as much as Lance did.

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amor-immortalem · 8 months

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The Price of a Soul Ch. 2

Word count: 5.4k+

A/N: I may have gotten a little carried away. Just a tiny bit.

The entity that stole Solaris’ soul has the poor half-demon running ragged around the darkness.

“Let’s play tag!” It had said with such enthusiasm and excitement that Solaris had trouble saying no, something the 16-year-old greatly regrets.

“This is getting old fast.” He grumbles to himself after tripping over something unseen for the nth time. “How do you expect me to properly play a game like this when I can’t even see where I’m going?”

“But I can’t turn the lights on.” There’s a childish whine to the entity’s voice. “Will you really not play with me because you keep falling?”

“Well, I would prefer not to break my face while we’re at this.” Is all the teenager sighs as he takes a seat. He runs a hand through his orange-streaked hair as he mumbles to himself. “It was a mistake to run my mouth without thinking...I want to go home...I miss my dad...”

“What’s a ‘Dad’?” The avian-like being is now couched down in front of him.

“A Dad is someone who does things like look after you when you’re ill, someone who keeps you safe. They tuck you into bed at night when you’re little, read you stories until you fall asleep, comfort you after a nightmare, teach you how to do all sorts of amazing things... Mine is really amazing.” Solaris smiles sadly to himself. “Did you ever have someone like that before?”

“No. I’ve been all alone ever since I can remember, but it sounds nice. Unfortunately, I can’t undo what I did. “

“I don’t think I would want you to... sure I traded my soul away without thinking of it, but you gave my mother her life back. Even if I really am dead, my parents can always have another kid. I can be replaced There was never really anything all that special about me anyway...”

“You’re special to me...” It says, “You’re my first friend! There’s nothing more special than that.”

・・・〆・・・

Lucifer and Barbatos stand at the entry point if Aubrie’s grave on the day of the earthquake just minutes before it all unfolded.

“Are you absolutely sure you want to know what went on?” The green-haired demon asks, “Would it not be easier on your heart to just speculate what went on instead?”

“If I can find a way to help my son, it doesn’t matter what I learn.” Lucifer says, an unreadable emotion on written on his face.

It’s quiet between them as they press forward. When they enter the anti-chamber, the pair find the half-demon absolutely bawling his eyes out- a heartbreaking scene. It's hard to make out what he’s saying through his sobs and coughing fits. It doesn’t take them long to notice there’s something else in the room with them too.

It’s stalking Solaris, seemingly feeding off the boy’s despair as it inches closer and closer.

“Barbatos, what is that?” Lucifer has never seen anything like it before and he’ll never admit it, but it terrifies him. Its form shimmers almost, like it was trying to remain unseen while it hunted its helpless prey. And the worst part? He can’t even interfere to protect his child.

“I… I don’t actually know.” The butler is also on edge. The energy this thing produced, it felt ancient- even older than himself, almost and not completely demonic. Whatever the thing was, it clearly didn’t originate in the Devildom.

With their attention on the entity, the pair fail to notice the beginnings of the earthquake and when the ground jolts back and forth violently, they begin to lose their footing. A chasm begins to open up beside them and at the last possible moment, Barbatos snaps his fingers, and the pair go flying out of one of the many doors in his room.

They both groan, having tumbled down one of the many flights of stone steps in the time-demon’s room.

“I believe we have our answer as to what happened to your son.”

・・・〆・・・

Aubrie meets with Arella and the rest of their friends for lunch but finds herself too unfocused on the conversations.

“And this was Henry at his latest e-sports tournament.” Isabella holds her phone so the other human can see all the pictures she’d taken of the thirteen-year-old. “He’s even taken up coding and makes his own video games.”

“That’s amazing,” the orange-haired-human smiles, “he surely does take after his father, huh?”

“A little too much, unfortunately. But I love him all the same.”

“And what about you, Paisley? Did you and Belphegor ever end up having children? I know before my passing, the two of you were still undecided on the matter.”

“Hm?” The brown-haired human looks up from her meal. “Oh, yeah, we did. Just one for now despite how Belphie might be trying to convince me we should have another. Anyway, his name is Oliver. I have pictures if you’d like to see them.” They pull out the phone and pull up their gallery. “He just turned 7 not that long ago.”

“Aww, he’s so adorable,” Aubrie smiles, “who’s that next to him?”

“That’s Hakan, Allie and Beelzebub’s boy. He actually just got back from spending the summer in the human world with Allie. He’ll be turning eight in a few months. He and Oliver are constantly together, they’re like a two-in-one package at this point.”

“I see. And Arella, how’re the twins doing? What’re they up to nowadays? Were you guys ever able to find Cyrus too?”

“They’re fine,” Arella nods. “You could say they’re very busy. Aurelius took up modeling for Majolish like his father and is doing very well for himself in the industry and Azalea actually volunteers her free time at a dagashi shop Mammon and I used to take them to when they were younger. The both of them are at the top of their class, on the honor roll, and Azalea is even in advanced courses. Unfortunately, they live in the House of Lamentation now during the school week, so I don’t get to see them much until the weekend when they come home unless one of them is on punishment. Cyrus found his way back to us as well three years ago and he also attends RAD but chose to just commute from home. His return brought some friction to our family structure so he felt like moving into the HOL would be unnecessarily encroaching in the twins’ life.” Arella scrolls through her phone, showing Aubrie all the recent pictures of her family.

“Mammon and I have also had another child as well. This is him right here. His name’s Mahlon and he’s turning 6 in a couple days. Funnily enough he shares his birthday with Mammon.”

“Another child?” The ginger looked at her old friend in surprise. “I thought you’d had your tubes tied. Did it fail?”

“Yeah... I didn’t realize even with a tubal, there was still a super small chance of conceiving again. If I’d have known that I would have opted for a complete removal of everything instead. The youngest’s arrival caused a little bit of drama with the twins- more so Azalea than Aurelius. Things are fine now though.”

“I’d say it caused more than just a little bit of drama.” Isabella teases lightly. “Wouldn’t you, Paisley?”

The other human nods with a smile on their face and Aubrie’s confused.

“It’s nothing anymore, though, so I guess we should all be thankful for that much,” The Isabella hums as she notices Aubrie’s confused look. Her phone beeps- a message from her son over something he deemed an emergency but was- in all actuality- nonsensical at best. “I have to go. We should do this again sometime. Adios, ladies.” she leaves her portion of the check and takes off.

“Bye Isa!” They all chime in.

“I should get going too.” Paisley digs around in their wallet for some cash. “Knowing Belphie, he’s probably sleeping the day away and we’re supposed to run some errands together before we get Oliver and Hakan from school. I’ll see you around.” And then Paisely’s gone as well, leaving Arella and Aubrie alone. It’s quiet between them for a few moments before:

“You’re still dating Thirteen, right?” the freckled human nods at her friend’s question. “Can you ask her if she knows anything about entities that steal souls?”

“I can,” She hums in response, “but what leads you to suspect that his soul was stolen?”

“I just have a feeling- mother's intuition if you will. I remember when I first came to, and I saw my son laying there in a pool of his own blood, I had the overwhelming feeling that we weren’t alone. Something else was in there with us, Arella.”

“I’ll see Thirteen tonight, so I’ll ask her then.”

“Thank you. Let me know as soon as you find out.” The grey-eyed human’s phone goes off and she looks to see who it is.

・・・〆・・・

Lucifer sits in his office at home, still bruised from the tumble he’d taken back in Barbatos’ room, staring at the official notice he’d received via Diavolo from the House of Lords. After catching wind that Solaris had been at the literal epicenter of the earthquake that shook the Devildom to its foundations, a judgement had been rendered. He must’ve read it a million times already but just the sight of the words put the Avatar of Pride into a cold sweat.

The House of Lords hereby decrees the actions of the half-demon, Solaris Morningstar, taken on 31, August, to be classified as an act of terrorism. Until such time that these actions can be clarified as unintentional, the accused is hereby sentenced to execution. The preliminary hearing to appeal this decision is scheduled for 25, December, with a sentence date of 30, December.

Death? Terrorism? Not his boy. Solaris would never dream of intentionally harming anyone. This was all just a horrible accident and really, if anyone should be to blame it should be Lucifer himself. He knew the seal on Solaris’ powers was beginning to wane- Lucifer had even asked Arella to cast the spell she’d used on a new pendant that he intended to give his son on his birthday to avoid a scenario like this ever happening. This had to be due to-

“Love?” Aubrie’s voice distracts the demon from his thoughts. “I got your message. What’s wrong?”

“The House of Lords rendered its judgement in regard to the events from the 31st.” He sets the paper on his desk haphazardly, rubbing a hand over his face. “They believe our son caused the disaster. They want his life for it.”

The human’s storm-grey eyes widen.

“They want to execute our son over an earthquake that didn’t even kill anyone?” She can’t believe what she’s hearing. “That’s more than a little extreme.”

“I think it has more to do with something else and not the quake- that was just the opening they chose to take.”

“Something else? Such as what?”

“The House of Lords consists of some of the oldest demons in the Devildom as you know. They’ve always opposed the idea of demons intermingling with humans on a deeper level that just tempting them toward chaos and sin. They’ve been quietly targeting our family for years now- ever since we brought Cyrus home from the human world after Satan, Beel, and I killed his birth mother and aunts- trying to extinguish the existence of half-demons in our family and every time Diavolo and I have managed appease them in some form or another.”

“So, it’s prejudice? I can’t believe they want to take our baby’s life over something so stupid. Where is their court? I swear when I give those lousy demons a piece of my mind, they’ll-”

“You would have better luck convincing Belphie to stay awake all day than you would reasoning with them.” there’s a soft chuckle to his voice. “Appealing their decision is better left to me, my love. Ideally, I’d like for them to drop the charges altogether, but if they don’t back down completely, I’ll seek for a period of exile until I’m ready to abdicate my position as Avatar of Pride. At the very least, Solaris will get to keep his life.”

Aubrie nods at that. As unfortunate as it would be for their son to be ripped away from everything he’d grown up around, at least he wouldn’t be targeted for even the smallest slip up.

“I asked Arella to get in contact with Thirteen for me.”

“Really?” The demon asks, “You still think something’s affecting his soul?” He doesn’t want to say how he also believes in that theory after what he witnessed with Barbatos.

“At this point that’s the only explanation I can think of,” Aubrie admits. “It’s silly to jump to the most drastic conclusion, I know, but what if I’m right? What if he really did trade his soul away for mine? I’m sorry, Dear, I love you and I’m absolutely thrilled to be here with you again, but having a second chance to live means nothing if we don’t have our son with us as well.”

“I can’t say I don’t agree. I’m going to visit our son in the morning tomorrow and I’ll be taking Belphie with me. Brain scans still continue to indicate that he’s stuck in a constant state of REM sleep. He’s dreaming of something. I’m hoping Belphegor can figure out what that something is.”

Silently, she nods. She just wants her son back.

“Is there anything else you needed?” The human asks, to which Lucifer only shakes his head.

“Nothing really, although I won’t turn down your company.”

・・・〆・・・

The next morning, Lucifer- along with a very disgruntled Avatar of Sloth- make their way up to Solaris’ hospital room.

“You couldn’t have picked a later time to do this,” the seventh-born complains.

“No.” Is the eldest’s response, “When I spoke with the doctors last, Solaris’ brain was most active during the early morning hours. It should be far easier for you to use your dream-watching ability at this point in the day especially if you’re as tired as you keep complaining you are.”

“I appreciate you making it easier on me then I guess…” Belphegor mumbles as they reach the room. “You sure you don’t want to come with me? In my own opinion, I think he ended up astral projecting and he’s just stuck in that plane. It’ll be easier to coax him back if his father is there to encourage him.”

“No… I know he’s more than capable enough without me there- he just needs a guide back to the waking world. If it’s as you say, then he may even retreat further into the astral plane out of embarrassment, and we’ll have an even harder time guiding him back.”

“Suit yourself, then,” is all the sloth demon shrugs before he takes a seat in the chair near the bed and takes a hold of his nephew’s hand as he closes his eyes.

・・・〆・・・

The darkness leaves Solaris in deep despair. He misses his family. He wants to go home. Instead, the half-demon is stuck in this never-ending darkness with no way out, playing game after game with an archaic being that has the mentality of a child and the cruelty of a sadist.

It’s in this incredible despair that the boy openly weeps. He’d lost their latest game and had been practically rag-dolled around like a toy. Claw-like marks still sit on his shoulder from the exchange. His entire body hurts now.

“This isn’t how you’re supposed to treat friends.” the words are hushed, gritted through his teeth.

“We can play another game!” its voice echoes in the darkness. “I promise I won’t be so rough if you lose again.”

“No! I’m tired of this!” He screams. “I need a break!”

“Who’re you talking to?”

The half-demon’s grey-and-red eyes widen at the sound of Belphegor’s voice.

“Uncle Belphie?” Solaris turns toward the sound, and he can see his uncle off in the distance. He sounded so close- why is he so far off? “Is that really you? How did you get here?”

“Through your dreams,” suddenly the Avatar of Sloth is sitting right beside him. “You’re stuck here in the astral plane. I can guide you back if you’ll take my hand.”

“I can’t.” More tears well up in the boy’s eyes. “I did something stupid- made a deal without thinking. I’m such an idiot.”

“Well, even if you are an idiot, you’re your father’s idiot. Deal or no deal, if you take my hand, you will be able to go back home.”

And Solaris contemplates it as he reaches for his uncle’s hand. At the last possible moment, something seizes him and pulls him away.

“NO!” The entity screeches as it holds on tight to the half-demon. “YOU CAN’T TAKE MY FRIEND! I WON HIM FAIR AND SQUARE! I OWN HIM- WE MADE A DEAL.”

“You can’t own a person,” Belphegor stands, demon form manifesting. “Let Solaris go. He doesn’t belong here. Can’t you see he’s unhappy? If he was really your friend, you’d want him to be happy, right?”

“I won’t be alone again!” It’s claws begin to tighten into the flesh of Solaris’ arm. “If I have to kill you to make sure my friend stays by my side forever then I will.”

“No, don’t, please!” Solaris can’t be responsible for another family member’s death. “I-I’ll stay. Just don’t kill him, please.”

“It’s too late for that,” It growls. “If he ever comes back here, you’ll leave for sure. I can’t allow that.”

The entity raises its arm, and the ground starts to crack and rise. It throws the raised chunks of ground at Belphegor which he easily dodges. The Avatar of Sloth knows he’s at a disadvantage. He's unable to see his surroundings in the suffocating darkness. Anything could be coming at him, and he wouldn’t know it until it was too late. A tactical retreat would be the best option right now. He can always come back with Lucifer and another of their brothers after more planning and finding out what the hell this thing even was.

“I’ll be back, Solaris. I promise.” And with that, the blue-and-white-haired demon forces himself to wake up.

・・・〆・・・

When Thirteen finally walks into Mammon and Arella’s house, she immediately collapsed onto the couch in the living room. Another long night of reaping souls really takes it out of you. All the reaper wants is just 15 minutes of peace.

“There you are,” Arella appears not two minutes later, “I’ve been waiting to talk to you about something.”

“Can I just get five minutes of peace, please?” The pink-and-blue-haired woman whines, “I only just got home.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Dear.” The human kneels beside the couch. “But this is important. It’s regarding Solaris.”

Thirteen gives her human partner a disgruntled look as she rolls onto her side, facing Arella. “Fine, if it's that important, I’ll hear what you have to say.”

“Thank you, you’re the best. Anyway, Aubrie wanted to know if you knew of any entities that could steal souls away.”

“Entities that steal souls, huh? Currently, we reapers are the only beings capable of doing that. Collecting souls is kind of our main thing. I’ll have to look more into it with the elders, but our children are told stories of a being capable of stealing even our souls. They’re more cautionary tales against letting your emotions run wild if anything- Candi always had a way of making them even more terrifying than they actually were.”

“Interesting,” The human hums. “Can you tell me everything you do know?”

Thirteen is quiet. “No. If we speak of it without properly protecting ourselves first, the rumor is that you’ll catch its attention. I’m sorry, babe, but I don’t want my soul poached by that thing.”

“That’s understandable. I’ll pass the message along to Aubrie.”

・・・〆・・・

Lucifer and Belphegor sit in silence in the hospital room. The Avatar of Sloth’s heart is still racing from his encounter in the astral plane.

“This thing isn’t going to let him go peacefully, Lucifer. If we’re going to bring him back, it’ll have to be by force. And we need a plan too.”

Lucifer says nothing but turns his gaze to his resting son. Was there really nothing he could do for his boy at present? “How long do souls have after being stuck in the astral plane before they’re trapped there permanently?”

“It varies... from what I’ve seen with humans in the past, it only takes a few weeks. Demons, however, are unable to be trapped there. Since Solaris is a mix between the two, I’d hypothesize that he’d have months to a year at the minimum but that’s not a theory I’m so sure we should be testing.”

“Thirteen is back in town, we’ll drop by and pay her visit.”

・・・〆・・・

As lunch time rolls around, Thirteen and Arella are in the kitchen making lunch for themselves and Azalea who happened to be home from school due to the Devildom cold.

“Who would have thought Azalea of all people would be so needy when she’s sick...” The reaper remarks. “She’s nearly as bad as her father.”

“Oh, I’ve known for quite some time.” The human chuckles, “Azalea doesn’t get sick often but when she does, she tends to be especially greedy for my and Mammon’s attention. She’ll sleep for a majority of the day though, so I don’t think we have too much to be worried about.”

“And what about when she wakes up?”

“Oh, I won’t be able to get anything done until she goes back to sleep. It’ll all be fine, Love. Can you go wake her? The soup is done.”

Thirteen does as she’s asked, retrieving the ailing half-demon from her cozy cavern of blankets. Arella slides a bowl in front of her child, taking the opportunity to check the temperature of Azalea’s forehead.

“Your fever’s starting to drop, thankfully. With any luck you’ll be able to return to classes tomorrow.”

The freckled girl only grunts as she presses her face against her mother’s side. “Mama... hold me.” Her voice is muffled by Arella’s shirt.

“Eat, before your food gets cold, Dear. We can cuddle later.” Arella kisses the top of her daughter’s head as she brushes some of her hair away from her sweaty face before pulling away from the girl to make her own bowl.

Thirteen just watches the pair, shaking her head.

Lunch is interrupted by Lucifer and Belphegor. They’d come to finally corner Thirteen to see if she knew anything at all about this entity that was keeping Solaris captive in the Astral plane.

“I just can’t catch a break about this thing, can I?” The reaper sighs after hearing Belphie’s description of the entity.

“We just want to know if it has any weaknesses that we can capitalize on,” Lucifer replies as he sits across from her.

Thirteen takes a few moments to say a protective ward for herself in an ancient tongue unknown to any demon.

“If I’m going to talk about this thing, I need to protect myself from unwanted attention first.” She clarifies after receiving odd looks from the first and seventh born. “Now as we were discussing, I don’t know much aside from the legends my sister would try to scare me with, but rumor has it that it’s even older than demons or angels. It was imprisoned by your father many, many eons ago when it kept running around stealing the souls of all those who felt strong emotions one way or another before eventually settling on hunting the souls of reapers for sport. Some younger reapers in my generation gave it the name Yatagarasu, after the three-legged crow god, while others- more elder reapers- refuse to call it by a name for fear they’d be next on its hunting list.”

“What else can you tell us?”

“Some stories tell that it loves to make deals with non-consenting parties and that the only way out of that deal is to defeat it in a game of chance yourself or have another person do so on your behalf but then we have just as many that say otherwise. Of course, these are only children’s tales.”

“A game of chance, huh?” Lucifer looks lost in thought. “Is it able to detect cheating?”

Thirteen shrugs. “I’m not sure- probably.”

“If ya need someone who’s good with games of chance, I’ll do it once I start feeling better.” A new voice enters the conversation.

All three of them turn to look at Azalea in surprise. They hadn’t realized she’d been listening.

“No.” Lucifer replies, “If you should lose-”

“I’ve trained my odds perception ability very well.” The 19-year-old grumbles. “Aside from my father, I’m the best option you have at assuring we get him back. Besides… none of this would be happenin’ if I hadn’t lost track of Solaris at Devil’s Coast that day.”

“Now’s not really the time for your weird sense of responsibility, kid.” Belphegor comments. “You understand what it might want if you lose right? You’ll both be trapped there and even if you can see the odds that you’ll win you have no-”

“I don’t really give a shit.” She shrugs, “Sorry ta be so blunt but I never lose games of chance so let me help.”

The three adults exchange looks of concern.

“If it makes you feel any better,” the half-demon adds, “I’ve already seen our odds of pullin’ this off. They’re in our favor. So, what’ll it be? Getting Solaris back or letting him stay comatose for the rest of forever?”

The room is quiet, there’s tension in the air as Lucifer weighs the option.

“Fine.”

・・・〆・・・

The three of them along with Aubrie stand in Solaris’ hospital room. It had been a full week since their last attempt at freeing the orange-and-black-haired boy from this hostage situation.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Belphegor still looks uncomfortable about taking his niece into the astral plane with him. “Your parents will kill me if I let you get stuck there.”

“Yeah,” Azalea nods, “like I said last week, this whole situation is my fault in the first place so it’s only natural that I make it right.” She holds her hand out. “So, let's get a move on. Unless you want the developin’ bed sores or something.”

“You two be careful, alright?” It’s an order from the Avatar of Pride. “You don’t know what tricks this thing has up its sleeve.”

They both nod as the Avatar of Sloth takes her outstretched hand. Suddenly, the pair find themselves within the astral plane once more.

“Yeesh- sure is dark in here…” Azalea mumbles, “I thought the astral plan was s’pposed to be filled with stars or something pretty like that?”

“Normally, it is.” The demon agrees, “but remember what Thirteen said? This place was meant to be a prison- prisons aren’t pretty.”

It doesn’t take long for the entity dubbed as Yatagarasu to find them.

“I thought I told you to never come back?!” it’s multilayered voice booms.

“Actually, you never said that.” Belphie can help but be a little snarky.

“He’s only here because of me,” Azalea shouts to it. “I wanna play a game and make deal with ya.”

“A game?” The massive version of Yatagarasu bends down, its face practically pressed up against hers, “What kind of game?”

“They call it War. It’s a card game. We both place a card down and whoever has the higher card wins. To spice it up, we only get one card each. It’s a mode I like to call sudden death style. It’s the ultimate game of chance. Simple enough, right?”

“And what do you want if you win?”

“If I win? Well, that’s easy. I want you to let my cousin go free. If I lose, however, you still let Solaris go but you keep me instead.”

“Are you insane, Azalea? You can’t offer up your own soul over a card game!” The sloth demon hisses.

Yatagarasu thinks for a moment. “How do I know you won't cheat or go back on your word?”

“Oh? You scared?” She smirks, taunting the being. She needs it to choose this game or else she’ll lose for sure. “For your information, I don’t need to cheat. After all, throughout all three realms, when it comes to card games of any kind, I’m the best there’s ever been. If it’ll make ya feel better, we’ll shake on it. It’ll be a binding contract so you can’t go back on your word either.”

“The best? I hardly believe that.” Yatagarasu gives the half-demon a disbelieving look. “I’ll accept your deal- if only to wipe that annoying smirk off your face when I crush you.”

And so, the game begins as they shake on the deal. Solaris is summoned to their location, placed in a cage that dangles above the pair much to the boy’s embarrassment.

“Can’t you let me down?” He yells, his pride not letting him take this lightly. “This is embarrassing- I’m not a damsel in distress!”

He finds himself ignored.

Azalea never lets her smirk fall from her face throughout it even as the cards are placed down- the thrill of what will be an easy victory humming in her ears. This was all going to plan. She has an ace laid down while her opponent only has a ten. Victory is all but assured.

“Are ya ready? You’re gonna lose.”

“Have you heard that it’s impolite to be so damn cocky?”

“Who says it’s cockiness? I done told you once I’m the best there’s ever been. Reveal your card.”

“A ten,” it smiles, chest puffing up with pride, “You can’t beat that.”

“Now, who’s bein’ cocky?” Azalea reveals her own card, “I have an ace. According to the rules, I win.”

“I… lost?”

The cage Solaris is in dissolves away and he goes crashing to the ground with a screech. His uncle as able to catch him just in time.

“I can’t lose… this is my realm! I make the rules here!” The ground begins to quake beneath their feet as Azalea only laughs and turns away. “You had to have cheated somehow! We’re playing again!”

“Nah, I’m good.” Her voice is cold and disinterested. “We made a deal, and I won fair and square.”

“NO YOU DIDN’T!”

“Azalea, we can’t stay here anymore!” Belphie shouts, “We got what we came for, let’s go!” His hand is outstretched as he holds his footing among the thrashing of the ground.

The white-and-blacked-haired girl doesn’t need to be told twice. No matter how good it would feel to humiliate her opponent after winning in such high stakes, she’d rather not have the entire plane collapse on her either.

“NOOOOOOO,” it’s voice roars in her ears as she takes her uncle’s hand and before she knows it, they’re back in the real world. Adrenaline is rushing through her veins still.

And it would appear to be the same for Solaris as well as he sits up with a shout, body full on shivering while takes ragged breaths- like he was waking up from the most traumatic nightmare.

The commotion caused Lucifer and Aubrie to come rushing back in and the grey-and-red-eyed half-demon snaps his head in their direction. The sight of them is blurry, but he can tell from scent alone it was them.

In seconds, he’s wrapped up in their arms in the tightest hugged imaginable as tears well up in his eyes.

He’s back in his body, he has his mother back- it all feels far too overwhelming to bare. It’s not long before the tears overflow and he’s sobbing into his father’s coat.

“I-I’m-m s-s-sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m such an idiot! I can’t believe I did something so stupid!” Solais’ words hiccup and break with each breath.

“It’s okay,”

“You’re safe now. We’re here. We’ve got you.”

More comforting words are whispered into his hair as both parents do their best to calm him. Both Azalea and Belphegor slip away unseen. They could get their thanks later but for now, they’ll let those three have their moment.

・・・〆・・・

To be continued (in an epilogue)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date?#obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me oc #aubrie #arella #isabella #paisely #obey me thirteen #obey me belphegor #azalea

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Welcome to Aurora Bay, [AUBREY CARSON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [RENEE RAPP]. You must be the [TWENTY FIVE] year old [NANNY/BARTENDER AT OASIS]. Word is you’re [INTUITIVE] but can also be a bit [IMPULSIVE] and your favorite song is [RED WINE SUPERNOVA BY CHAPPELL ROAN]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

BIOGRAPHY

tw: homophobia

You know how some students would get comments in their report cards growing up like ‘is a pleasure to have in class’ or ‘follows classroom rules well’ - well that wasn’t Aubrey Carson. That’s okay though because you know the phrase ‘works well with others’ and ‘is a gifted writer’ well … no actually neither of those were Aubrey either. You’d think it would be to look at her, the perfect little blonde southern bell, big blue eyes wide, skipping into school with her hair in pigtails tied with pink ribbons, but the girl was nothing short of a terror. Not in a nasty way, just in an ‘anything that comes into her head will come out of her mouth’ kind of way, and that was something she’d never grown out of.

Born in Virginia she was the middle child in the Carson family, sandwiched between a girl and boy on either side of her. An older of each, a younger of each, and then Aubry smack bang in the middle like a sitting duck ready to cause chaos at a moment’s notice at any boring family gathering. Never one to conform she was constantly coming home with scraped knees the day before the pageant her mom had spent weeks training her for. Well, training was too strong of a word in her opinion, it was more just the older woman barking orders at a petulant child who wanted to be splashing around in the kiddy pool in the garden with her siblings. Still, it was a continuous source of disappointment to Mrs Carter when not only was her daughter not particularly good in school she also wasn’t anything special on stage. It ended up suiting Aubrey however because eventually her mom gave up on her entirely which made it much easier to slip under the radar.

With no real sense of direction in her life once she graduated high school (just scraping through) she skittered around from part time job to part time job, never taking any of them very seriously or lasting very long. Either she would quit because she was bored, or the establishment would get bored of her turning up late for shifts and dismiss her as kindly as they knew how. It’s what prompted her to go on a road trip with a couple of girlfriends when she turned twenty three for what was meant to be a fun trip for a couple of months before she came back to actually knuckle down seriously trying to sort out her life. Only she never went back. Not that she went missing or anything, god no nothing like that, she just realised that thousands of miles away from home her parents nagging expectations were a lot less effective. Plus along with the blistering heat there was also a beach, which was never a bad thing.

Her friends left to go back to Virgina when they reached the west coast as planned but Aubrey stopped in Aurora Bay instead, a stones throw away from LA without having the same astronomical cost of living - even if it still wasn’t cheap, it was … plausible if she kept control of her take out habit. Getting a job in the Oasis nightclub working behind the bar she rented a studio apartment in the Ocean Crest Apartments and settled into her new life quite nicely, enjoying the relaxed nature of it compared to the more stuffy southern atmosphere she’d grown up in. After all Aubrey would much rather do something stupid but make those around her laugh and end up with a good story in the process than conform to every kind of societal standard thrust upon anyone with the audacity to be born into the human race.

Alongside her job working behind the bar at Oasis part time she was also nanny to four year old Michelle Lucci, who she had come to adore as if she was her own sister. She was gradually teaching the little girl different ways tear down the patriarchy through a mixed and varied curriculum of Taylor Swift lore, challenging gender norms, deconstructing the sexual division of labor, and combating assumptions about showing emotion being a weakness. You know, just casual things.

Prioritising joy over seemingly everything else it did leave the woman as someone who appeared pretty frivolous from the outside but truly she was anything but. Just preferring to see the people around her smiling instead of crying, not that she couldn’t have a sharp word or two when the occasion arose. Aubrey just knew that time spent crying was time wasted, and you can trust her on that because she did enough of it growing up as she was wrestled against her will into glittery patent dresses. Ignoring the animosity that followed by being shunned when she come out as gay in her traditional southern all girls high school when she was only fifteen it was seemingly from that moment on she truly learnt how to apply the phrase ‘water off a ducks back’. To stand firm in her beliefs instead of letting other people’s expectations allow her to be swayed to make them feel more comfortable. It was from that moment she followed a quote that had always resonated with her.

"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life."

What? Just because she didn’t think Winston Churchill was worth shit in her eyes that didn’t mean the man couldn’t have said something wise in his lifetime - right?

CONNECTIONS:

Ex girlfriend / Current FWB - @edenxoconnell

Friend/sudo brother - @heyits-asher

Friend / brother of kid she nannies - @sullivanxshaw

Bad influence bestie - @lunarakuzgun

#aurorabay.intro #about #scrapbook #muse #homophobia tw

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newpersonblog · 3 months

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[cis female and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [AUBREY CARSON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [RENEE RAPP]. You must be the [TWENTY FIVE] year old [NANNY/BARTENDER AT OASIS]. Word is you’re [INTUITIVE] but can also be a bit [IMPULSIVE] and your favorite song is [RED WINE SUPERNOVA BY CHAPPELL ROAN]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [indi, 29, gtm, she/her]

Alongside her job working behind the bar at Oasis part time she was also nanny to four year old Katie Lucci, who she had come to adore as if she was her own sister. She was gradually teaching the little girl different ways tear down the patriarchy through a mixed and varied curriculum of Taylor Swift lore, challenging gender norms, deconstructing the sexual division of labor, and combating assumptions about showing emotion being a weakness. You know, just casual things.

"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life."

What? Just because she didn’t think Winston Churchill was worth shit in her eyes that didn’t mean the man couldn’t have said something wise in his lifetime - right?

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moonssugar · 2 years

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🌼 🌿

🌿 describe your narrative style, multiple POVs? Present or past tense? 1st person or 3rd? Why did you choose that for your WIP?

for me its multiple povs, present and past tense (i'm a mess) and 3rd person. when i first started reading novels i really couldn't stand 1st person pov for some reason? it annoyed the hell out of me so i refused to write it ever since but i can't say it still annoys me in the present day unless its done right (lots of character inner monologue, i love it and stories feels incomplete without it to me). this is probably also due to my favorite books all being in 3rd person. my reason for using multiple povs is that i need to know what's going on inside everyone's head and my brain keeps supplying me with ideas for what they're thinking/feeling when i'm writing anyways. it doesn't matter if they're the main character or not for me. for the present and past tense…don't ask i don't know what the hell i'm doing.

🌼 pick an OC and put them on blast. Call out their flaws, complain about what makes them difficult to write, etc.

lmaoooo okay Sam goes first

he literally doesn't talk often enough. Sir, fucking Kaid talks more than you. where the fuck is your dialogue. also you should get into the habit of talking shit more often too, especially when these dumbass kids are bullying you. when i say 70% to 80% of his dialogue is internal. sam knows two whole languages and won't say shit in either of them 💀he's just not a shit talker and his mom is definitely a shit talker and i wish he inherited that trait instead of quietly judging people and being conflict avoidant like his dad. this isn't necessarily a bad thing its just that i have to tickle him to get him to say something and he's the main character??? boy say something?? i think i need to accept having a introvert main character once and for all and acknowledge that its okay. but also, sam needs to get mad more often. stop being so nice all damn the time go apeshit. please. at least he says the fuck word. lastly, i need a way to profoundly change you by the end of this story and i haven't fucking found it yet because he keeps getting away from me the rascal. everything else is fine about him just please talk kid.

aubry: you are mentally ill no but seriously her journey from point A to point B is what makes her difficult to write but also fun as hell to write because i love when a character completely changes? getting all her mannerisms right is actually like trying to solve a rubix cube and play chess at the same time though. how do i keep track of all that. i say characters changing is a good thing but her base character and basic personally has changed i don't know how many goddamn times since inception in very small ways and sometimes in huge ways. but i feel like im finally getting somewhere. after 2 years. she is very (ironically) set in her ways i swear she's like a small boomer sometimes. she needs to come out of her shell and live a little. also how do we forgive her for being an asshole sometimes and also make her lovable and make that realistic? how do i figure out how to write that? damn aubry, you make things difficult.

Chelsie: she's insane and perfect, she is the second coming, she is a girlboss, she is never going to die, nothing bad to say about her. sike, actually you know how Sam never talks but has terabytes worth of inner dialogue? well Chelsie talks a lot. she thinks as she talks and talks as she thinks (i love this about her). the issue is she's so guarded that all her inner dialogue has mysteriously gone missing! what's going on in that wonderful noggin of yours, Chells? her inner dialogue is mostly what she feels and does as a result of it unless its particularly about solving a problem. i guess she is one of those people that don't talk to themselves inwardly a lot? but that makes it hard for me to understand her and her journey inwardly. not surprisingly…she has problems opening up to other people in the text/story and doesn't understand her own emotions. so yeah 💀that tracks. she is wonderfully contradictory too but i can make that make sense if i try hard enough. and sometimes she'll shove sam into oncoming traffic and declare that she is the main character. i am sending her directly to therapy after this is over.

#ask game #roadtrip! by me #thanks for the ask pia <3 wuv you #writing

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curious-menace · 3 years

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Black light au riddler in A3, tiddies out

those freckles took forever XD

#nice try aubry.#drawing meme #riddler #edward nygma #edward nigma #the riddler #batman blacklight au #blacklight au #blacklight riddler #my stuff #my art

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 years

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Hello, Aurbie! I really love your headcanons and hope you're okay!! ... And of course have a nice day or night! I was wondering how Doctor Smiley would react if he finds out that his s/o who seemed innocent and one who wouldn't have committed a crime is a murderer too?

Do you,,, have ANY idea,, how LONG it's been since I've written Smiley??? THANK YOU-

Also- You spelled my name Aurbie instead of Aubrie and I just,, This ask just sat there,, Taunting me,, Every day,,,

Written assuming they work for someone in the Underworld as well

Smiley is usually pretty thorough with looking around and investigating his partner's before he dates them, especially considering his line of work, but well, you- you just seemed so normal, so innocent, so sweet. So, why would he need to be so cautious with someone like you? You didn't seem like the type to be involved in the darker side of things, so he decided not to sweat it.

Well, at least, until he'd accidentally stumbled upon you in the Underworld. He'd met you up top, up in the human world, so it was quite a jolt to his bones when he'd accidentally bumped into you, and you seemed as equally shocked as he was. But, of course, Smiley is always smooth, so it's quite easy for him to adapt and play it off. At least, at first. But you can bet your ass once he has you behind closed doors he's interrogating you and trying to figure out what the fuck you were doing there.

When you explain you have an employer in the Underworld, that you're also a contract killer, well, he's just about as shocked as you'll ever see him, mouth hanging open in surprise and everything. It'll take him a bit to fully accept the idea, but, hey! That means he doesn't have to hide from you either, which he quickly comes clean about as well considering you've been pestering him about why he was there too. He will definitely tease you about the situation, about how someone so cute could be doing something so dangerous, but he decides he likes the idea of someone he's so close to understanding and being in the business too.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #dr smiley #dr smiley headcanon #dr smiley x reader #dr smiley headcanons

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Wonderful Inex, a Question: Was having a happy thought imagining Progress Shenanigans, and then it hit me: we know Count de Lettenhove, unrepentant assclown he is, will be GTFO-ing from the Wolflands post-Redania conquest, if he's smart. But what about Jaskier's siblings, who also saw their brother get sent off to die and were glad about it? And his mother, who presumably also said nothing? Are they banned from the Wolflands or leaving in solidarity? Will they try to 'play nice' if Lettenhove is stopped at on the progress and (hopefully) get kicked out the Wolflands too? (but also- does Jaskier have any blood-family worth the name, like a cousin, who did feel bad and Jaskier can ask his Wolves to set up as new Count bc they're nice and will do a better job than his siblings and father ever could?) Just ALL the wondering if Jaskier will get to dish out some well-earned comeuppance upon his miserable relations! (and some tasty late-season dandelions for the bunnies!)

I am still trying to figure out what happens with the Pankratz family! If the Count de Lettenhove has the brains the gods gave little green apples, he'll want to leave the Wolflands as soon as he can - but that means giving up power, which is not easy for men like him.

On the other hand, staying means swearing in front of a Witcher that he'll be loyal to the new king and to the Wolf. So that might be...a little difficult.

I also haven't figured out what happens with Jaskier's siblings, except that I think he does have a younger sibling who is a sweetheart, and possibly a cousin who's decent.

Also, it's possible at least one of his older siblings has been having Regrets. It's hard to speak out, sometimes, and people do change.

Jaskier himself might not be taking vengeance, but Aubry may well request to be one of the Witchers sent to visit Lettenhove and make sure the current lord is loyal...

#questions answered

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kaer-cuan · 4 years

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Portals, or, Boys Will Be Boys (even when they’re Witchers)

For day 13 of @bamf-jaskier‘s witchertober list. You can read my other Witchertober pieces (which are focused on missing moments on the Continent) on AO3.

oOo

Vesemir’s day is going very well. He’s had a very nice lunch, his classes went off without a hitch in the morning, and Mattias has just uncovered a book in the library that they all thought was lost, so he’s planning to have a very nice, quiet afternoon reading “Lord of the Insects” and musing on the nature of man all by himself. In theory, this should be a very achievable goal.

This plan is interrupted by the door to his chambers banging open and most of the middle cohort of Grassed boys tumbling in ass over teakettle and scrambling to their feet in front of his desk, and all starting to talk at once in the middle of what is clearly growing hysterics.

“Can’t let him do it-!”

“And then Heironymous said-”

“-Green, and he said that was bad-”

“And it was so far, like, the furthest I’ve ever seen! It was bad-”

“I can’t get him down-”

“-There wasn’t any blood but it was just so far, and that’s not normal-”

“What if he explodes?! What if he EXPLODES!?”

Vesemir holds up a hand, and the group obediently shuts up. Rubbing his forehead, he points at Gweld, who’s physically trembling with the force of holding in his words. “I have no idea what any of you are trying to tell me. Gweld, explain. Succinctly.”

Gweld blurts out, “We did the portal training today and Geralt got super sick and turned green and vomited everywhere when it opened up and said he felt like there was pressure all over him and bolted but Mage Heironymous still made us do it and when we got back he wasn’t there so we went looking and we found him but he’s up a tree and we were going to Aard him down but he’s like 30 feet up and I don’t know if he can land that well yet and what if he explodes from the pressure of going through a portal because his mutagens are weird and we don’t want him to die!”

Vesemir stares at them. Eskel’s nearly in tears, Gweld is clearly shaken, Gardis and Clovis both look like they want to bolt and start screaming at the same time, and Aubry looks like he wants to flip Vesemir’s desk and drag him out of the room to make him fix everything. For a moment, he has absolutely no idea what to say.

He settles on, “Geralt’s in a tree?”

Geralt is in a tree.

Vesemir stares up, mildly impressed. Geralt’s scaled one of the massive pines on the edge of the forest, and clearly has no intention of coming down any time soon. This is possibly because he seems to be stuck, and clinging to the branches for dear life.

“Well, this is certainly a pickle,” he says, hands on hips. “Geralt, what the fuck are you doing?”

From up the tree comes a thready, “It was going to kill me.”

“It was not,” Vesemir retorts. “Portalling’s perfectly safe. You need to know what it feels like so you can get used to traveling that way! You have to do it eventually.”

“I’ll explode,” Geralt wails, clearly hysterical, and Vesemir takes a moment to remember that Geralt is, in fact, all of 14 years old, double mutated, and always has been a sensitive young thing. He’s gone and gotten himself into a feedback loop of anxiety, and that’s not going to help anything. All of the boys are shifting in a restless, worried mass around him, and he snags Eskel before he can go start climbing a tree too.

“If I promise you don’t have to do the portalling today, will you come down?” Vesemir calls, and there’s a long pause.

Gweld leans over. “I think he’s stuck.”

Vesemir pinches the bridge of his nose. “Geralt. Are you stuck?”

“Nnnnooooo?” Geralt’s voice is a good two octaves higher than usual.

Vesemir sighs. “You couldn’t have more clearly said yes if you shouted it,” he mutters, and claps his hands. The boys all jump. “Alright. Training for today is figuring out how to get this idiot out of his tree, safely, and without setting it or him on fire. We’re going to test your teamwork.”

This gets them all moving like drowners after a spotlight, and Vesemir finds a nice rock to sit on with his book to keep an eye on them and supervise this unexpected training situation. The boys current plan is to cut down trees to build a very tall ladder. He calls out sharp no’s whenever their plans get too reckless, and gets a good third of the way through the book before Rennes comes wandering out to see what’s going on.

By this point the boys are attempting to fashion some sort of safety net from a sling to have Geralt jump into within the tree itself, which has potential. There’s some argument about the construction, though.

“What,” Rennes says mildly, “the fuck.”

“Geralt’s stuck in a tree,” Vesemir says, turning a page.

“So I see. How?”

“Well he climbed it, presumably.”

Rennes smacks him upside the back of the head, making Vesemir chuckle. “Brat. Come on.”

“Apparently he interacted badly with the portal for the lesson and panicked,” Vesemir says, putting a lace bookmark carefully in the pages. “Seems like he’s not going to be big on portals.”

Rennes chuckles, sitting on the rock next to him as the boys start swarming up the tree. “I’m not overly fond of them myself, and that boy loves horses. He’ll be fine. We’ll still have to get him to go through them once or twice to acclimate, but it might just be he won’t ever take to them.”

“Fair enough.” Vesemir barely lifts his voice. “Aubry, do not try to brace yourself on Gardis, you’re much heavier than he is and I don’t want any broken bones today. Other way around!”

The two obediently shuffle within the tree, cursing violently about sap.

“I had plans for today,” Vesemir muses as Geralt falls five feet into a cloak net, shrieking like a banshee the entire time. “I was going to have a lovely afternoon all to myself.”

“It’s sweet that you think you get days off,” Rennes says, grinning as Geralt starts climbing down with the rest of the group. “Ah, there they go. Well, make sure they get a bath.”

“I’ll dunk them all myself,” Vesemir says dryly as Geralt reaches the ground and collapses on it, Gweld and Eskel immediately going to fuss over him. Rennes chuckles, clapping him on the shoulder, and leaves as Vesemir tucks the book in his gambeson and gets up to go see to his wayward charges. The boys scatter like skittish kittens when he walks up, and he rolls Geralt over with his boot. Geralt stares up at him, new yellow eyes enormous and miserable. Vesemir raises an eyebrow. “Are you done?”

“Yes,” Geralt says meekly.

“Learned your lesson about running away to places you can get back out of?”

“Yes,” he says, even more meekly.

“Good lad. Up you get, and then all of you to the baths and laundry to get that sap off.”

He sends the troupe of them marching before him all the way down to the caverns for the baths, pulling Geralt back for a moment before they go in. He waits pointedly until the others are too far to eavesdrop before he says, “You don’t have to do it today, but you’re going to have to eventually. Better to do it sooner than later. Might have to work up to it, but you need to learn.”

“I know,” Geralt mumbles. His hair, once fine brown curls, is now a moderately long white near the same shade as Vesemir’s. The mages say it’s from the stress of the double Grasses, marking him as being under so much strain. He’s an awkward, gangly thing, always hungry, and all Vesemir can hope is that he keeps fighting through it. “I don’t think I’m ever going to like portals.”

“You don’t have to. Just have to be able to handle them.”

That seems to cheer him up, and Vesemir claps him on the shoulder before shooing him off to bathe. Time to go read his book in peace.

Many, many years later, staring up a familiar tree as Cirilla shouts down at him, “I’m not doing any more history today, I’ll explode!” Vesemir finds himself smiling.

“Like parent, like child,” he says, and watches Eskel come out with a cloak and a wide smile that says he caught every word.

#Geralt of rivia #Vesemir #eskel #the witcher #vinnfics #Geralt's canonical distaste for portals fills me with glee for some reason #please enjoy this silly story of boys being dumb teenagers

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Since it was getting late, Liam decided it would be best to walk Aubrie home. Aubrie was hesitant to let him at first, mainly because she didn’t want Loretta or Jerry to see. Yet somehow she found herself walking side by side with Liam, showing him the way to the pawn shop she lived above.

Aubrie: Well, here we are.

Liam: Yeah, here we are.

Aubrie, happy: I had such a great time today, even if we didn’t get any studying done. It was...nice, nice to act like a kid again. Thank you so much Liam, for...everything.

Liam: Shit, you sound like you’re never going to see me again. Is this another breakup?

Aubrie put her hands over her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter.

Aubrie, chuckling: No, no. I promise you, it’s not. Though I guess I can see how you’d think it would be. I’ve decided to let you stay with me--stay my friend, I mean.

Liam: You mean it?

Aubrie: I do.

Liam: Fuck yeah! I’m a great friend to have, I can tell you that right now. In fact, if you let me upstairs and into your room, I can show you exactly how friendly I can be.

Liam was smirking but Aubrie was having none of it.

Aubrie, annoyed: Saying stuff like that is going to make me regret my decision, so don’t get too ahead of yourself.

#The Sims 4 #Sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #Behind Your Smile #BYS #Aubrielle Burke #William Lunsford #twp post #I promise Liam will learn to respect boundaries #right now he's still an arrogant rich boy #thinks the world revolves around him #the walking queue

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shelbgrey · 8 months

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Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets part 2:

Paring: James Aubrey x Hodgins!Reader

Summary: headcanons about James Aubrey and the widow of Lance Sweets dating.

A/n: so this is a part 2 of the previous one(obviously, if you haven't checked out part 1 go read that if you want) this is just what your dating life looks like. - NSFW content warring!

🩷Part 1 🩷Dating mood board 🩷MasterList

Even though it took a while for you two to be officially boyfriend and girlfriend, you were both very much in love.

You hadn't felt like this in years, all giddy and for the first time in a while you didn't dread waking up. You woke up to with a smile every morning when you saw James sleeping soundly next to you.

You had peace and felt like you can finally move on without feeling like a terrible person, Lance would have wanted you to be happy.

He doesn't care who sees how much he loves you. He's not ashamed or afraid of showing his softer, more loving side if people at the Bureau or Lab can see.

Your friends family were so happy for you, it was nice to see you genuinely small and be happy. They knew James was a right fit for you.

Seeley felt like he need to give advice when it came to you guys being officially together. Not in bad way or an over protective way, just some advice... He promised Sweets he'd look after you.

He gave a whole bunch of advice and James took to heart even the little things that didn't seem like much, it was important to him. “don't leave your belts on the floor, at night they look like snakes”

“her favorite gummies are the shark ones, she won't eat any other kind”

I think after losing Lance your very protective of those you loves, especially James and the kids. It sometimes comes off as you don't trust him or made controlling but that's not the case at all. James knows your only worried and knows your intentions or only pure. His job worries you and your always worried your gonna lose him while he's out on the field.

“I promise nothing will happen and if I ever get hurt you'll be the first to know” he said kissing your forehead, all he wanted to do was calm your nerves. “if it makes you feel better I'll call even if it's just a paper cut” he joked, you playfully slapped his chest and scoffed.

You both are very open with each other, he wants you to know you can always talk about Lance to him and It didn't take long for him to open up about his father to you either.

Your relationship is also very playful and fun loving. He's always joking around with you and always trying to make you laugh.

He always making terrible dad jokes, you laugh just so you don't hurt his feelings. Your Kids being so young either think they are hilarious or don't get the joke at all, there's no in between.

This man loves your cooking, I mean we all know he'll eat anything and he's a human garbage disposal, but he literally adores anything you cook. It makes him feel loved that your always taking time after a long work day to cook for your family.

He's always helping too, one of his favorite things to do with you is cook, just Blast some music and give him a cook book and he's happy.

Your also the only person that can steal food off his plate, he's always willing to share his french fries with you.

In your early days of dating your close friends were suprised how James willingly shared half of his Ruben sandwich with you.

Your bag, purse, whatever you carry is full of his snacks. He's always storing candy, chips or whatever he can fit. “Babe, where's the gummies worms?” he asked digging through your bag.

“you ate them already” you said not looking up from your fie. James sighed and dumped your whole bag on Seeley's desk, looking for something to munch on. “really Aubry?” Seeley sighs then looked at you, you shrugged. “he's hungry”

Him and your daughter have made heart shaped pancakes for you every year on mother's day.

Speaking of your daughter, James and her have a great relationship. He treats her like his own kid and she's loves him so much.

He'd do anything for her, same with your son. He's such a great father figure and they both have him wrapped around they're fingers.

He got your daughter a puppy for her 10th birthday, it was a Beagle she named Bluey after Her and James favorite cartoon.

Yes, James watches Bluey. At first he'd just watch it because that's what Charlotte wanted to watch, but then the man actually got really into it.

He wanted to have every father/son experience with Little Lance that he didn't with his dad. Whatever your son wants to do or learn James is there.

You and James have bulit many bankforts with your kids, sometimes if it's just the two of you he'll talk you into it. “come on Jammie, can't we just watch the movie on the couch like a normal couple”

James shrugged and threw a couple of pillows on the pile of blankets he already collected for the fort. “well that's the thing... We're not normal, come on Baby it'll be fun!”

But if the blanket fort doesn't involve the kids this man's mind gets dirty. “and we can do... Other activities” he said kissing your neck.

Yup... You had sex in a blanket fort and it has collapse on you guys before, do what you want with that information.

He's a rough kisser, he's a little bit taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

He also loves getting forehead kisses, it's just such a soft and gentle gesture he loving receiving. He loves it when he's at his desk and you give him a kiss good-bye/hello on the head.

He loves kissing you on the cheek It's always innocent and loving, and a quick way to love on you even if you're in public or at work.

At the beginning of your relationship a kiss on the cheek is all you wanted to do, so if kinda became a staple in your relationship.

I think you need physical contact from him all the time. After losing Lance, cuddling is a good way to show your love and affection for James.

He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms all the time so it's a win/win.

He's big on hand holding too, if your walking around the city your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had if your setting down at a table or something.

He's soft with you. He's so gentle and delicate and you can tell through the way he brushes your hair from your face or the way his thumb sweeps over your cheek, that he just absolutely adores you.

It took awhile into the relationship for you to have sex, he respectfully waited and didn't want to do it unless you were 100% ready. With that being said you both found other things to occupy yourselfs.

Your Favorite games to play are battle ship and uno. Sometimes it'll end in a playful wresting match after one of you supposedly cheated. “you cheated” he said, looking at all his sunken ships. “no your just a sore loser”

After that he playfully pushed you on the couch and stared tickling your sides, he knew you cheated and he didn't really care but hearing your laugh was his favorite noise.

You guys love watching food network, any shows that involves food really.

Your Favorites are Iron Chef America and Hells kitchen.

He loves it when you set on his lap while he dose case work, sometimes if he's not giving you the attention you deserve, you'll crawl into his lap with your head on his shoulder.

He finds is adorable when you start playing with his tie when you get board. “how much longer Jammie?”

“few more things I promise... Don't you and your brother have a bug to dissect or something?” he joked.

Side note, you obviously call him Jammie, you call him that more than his real name, but let's talk about the other nicknames. You call him Honey a lot too and sometimes Jimmy. He calls you Angel, Sweetheart, or baby.

His nicknames for your kids are the munchkins and the personal ones are: Charlie for Charlotte and Lancealot or Seal for Seeley Lance.

You think this man is perfect in everyway, you love his eyes and the tiny gap in his teeth. He just seems so amazing in everyway even if he doesn't believe it himself.

“your so Handsome... Have I ever told you that?” he'll blush and nodded bashfully.

He's full of compliments himself, he's always making sure you know how beautiful you are. He's always admiring every inch of you. He loves your curves, eyes, hair, everything.

If you hate something about yourself chances are he finds is gorgeous. He'll help you see the beauty you don't see.

You refuses to sleep unless James has fallen asleep first, you just need to know he's okay before you can have a good night sleep.

He'll catch on quickly and now he's made it his job to make sure you get a good night's rest. “go to sleep Angel, I'm not going anywhere”

Most of the time you'll wake up in the middle of the night and need to hear James' breathing, or just make sure he's safe beside you and still alive.

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He’s an expert at foreplay. He’ll spend as much time as he can trying to get you hot and bothered or worked up.

He has this mischievous kind of charm to him and he uses it to his advantage when it comes to getting your attention. He knows all your ticks and can easily get your riled up.

James loves bitting your earlobe and neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start pealing your clothes off to reveal your chest.

He can't help but smirk to himself when he sees how hard you’re breathing due his touch, he loves it.

He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “please don't hold back Love, let me hear you”

He's pretty vocal himself, sometimes it'll be low grunts and moans or he'll be cussing and praising you. “your so Beautiful... Fuck”

Bondeg kink, mostly handcuffs or his his ties, sometimes his belt if you guys don't have access to anything eles. Usually it'll be in the heat of the moment. he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it really.

He's a biter, there has been many occasions you had to cover up your neck with make up after he's marked you up.

He's a boobs man, He’ll push your bra up and take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls all around. He loves if when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.

He's definitely the dominant person in bed and your not complaining, he'll get rough and pound hard enough were the bed starts rocking.

Like I said he's vocal, but he'll never to degrade you an any was but his sex voice is deep and husky. You call his 'Agent Aubrey' voice because the tone is very similar to one he uses on job, you find it very attractive how dominating it sounds. “relax Beautiful, I got you”

Loves eating you out, your legs around his head. He loves your legs and thighs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

He loves feeling your fingers in his hair at any given time during sex, he loves it when you tug on it while he's pleasuring you.

The way he kisses you makes your heart race. He holds your face in his hands and you honestly feel like you and him are the only things that matter in the world.

He loves to cuddle after words, loves the feeling of wrapping you in his arms and keeping you safe after a long night of activities. He'll always be touching you in some way during the night whether it be an arm draped over you or legs tangled together

#James Aubrey #James Aubrey x reader #James Aubrey imagines #BONES #Bones imagines #Bones x reader #John boyd #Agent Aubrey #Bones headcanons #James Aubrey headcanons #Jack Hodgins x reader #Seeley Booth x reader

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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Can I Stay Up Here With You Forever ch.4

Taglist: @mediocredetective

Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse and neglect

“So, what’s the plan for today? Or are we jus’ stayin’ home all day?” Mammon asks as he lugs the suitcase he brought with him into the bedroom and opened some dresser drawers to put his clothes away.

“I figured we could go out and explore more of the city together. Plus, I want to get a few more pieces of furniture to fill out the house.” Arella runs a hand through her hair as she stretches. “Breakfast was great, by the way. Thank you.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that good- not compared to last night’s dinner anyway...”

“Don’t put yourself down like that, Honey.” The human gets off the bed to hunt for some clothes of her own. “You’re cooking is good, okay?”

He nods slowly. “Not if you ask my brothers though... One of ‘em always has something ta say ‘bout it- and none of its good. Even Beel has complaints sometimes.”

She frowns in response. “Well, I’ll have you know I genuinely enjoy your cooking. I wouldn’t mind if you cooked for us more often.”

Another nod from the demon as he returns to his task of emptying out his suitcase and Arella continues her search for the perfect outfit.

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“Where is he, Solomon,” The Avatar of Pride questions the sorcerer as he stands in the foyer of Purgatory Hall.

“I’ve already told you, Lucifer.” Solomon replies with a smile on his face. “I don’t exactly know. The human world is the best answer I can give you.”

The demon studies the human for a moment to deduce whether or not he’s lying about know where Mammon is. “Where in the human world?”

“I don’t know. Arella wouldn’t tell me where exactly she was summoning him to.” It’s a tiny lie. Of course, he knew exactly where they were, but Lucifer didn’t need to know that. “I have no reason to lie to you, Lucifer, but why exactly is it that you want to find your brother so badly?”

“I want to... apologize for my actions. It seems, after further review of the situation, that I was wrong. The bill I received was full of fraudulent charges to his credit card. Does that change your answer?” The first-born narrows his eye as the silver-haired sorcerer shook his head. “Then I’ll be off. If you hear anything, I want to be the first to hear about it.

Solomon only nodded, an amused smile playing on his lips. He wondered just how long it would take the demon to pinpoint Mammon and Arella’s location.

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They bounced from shop to shop throughout the day finding many cute trinkets and knick-knacks on their journey. The cutest ones- and Mammon’s personal favorite- was a set of crows sitting on a tree branch together, their bodies turned away with their heads pressed together so that they formed the shape of a heart. He instantly picked it up after Arella made the comment that the crows were representative of them and their love.

As their small shopping spree came down to an end, they had stopped to take a break in a park, just taking a moment to rest and enjoy the beautiful day. It filled Mammon with a warm feeling he wasn’t quite sure he could name just yet so he just opted to hold her hand as they relaxed on the park bench as a few small families played nearby.

His attention in particular was pulled to one certain family: A mother and father with their three boys. Watching them drug up a desire he thought he’d never have.

“Hey, babe,” He starts quietly.

“Yes, Love?” she hums in response.

“Do... Do ya want kids...?”

“Do you?” Arella replies with a question of her own, green eyes peering up at the demon.

“I asked you first.”

With a chuckle she answers, “Yes... having children with you wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I’d love to one day down the road. How many do you want?”

“Just one would be good enough,” He smiles, resting his cheek against the top of her head as they sit there in peace for a while longer.

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Sitting in his office, attempting to keep his mind off Mammon, Lucifer was working on his ever-growing stack of paperwork. It wasn’t working and something in the back of the demon’s mind was gnawing at him. Something Arella had said to him roughly a month ago about stealing his brother away to the human realm and never returning. A laughable idea for as much as he knew she wasn’t joking; she really held no power to make that decision. Mammon was a demon- one of the seven lords of hell. His place was here in the Devildom whether she liked it or not. Mammon himself had to realize this was all pointless eventually and then he would come home and that would be the end of it. Or at least that’s what Lucifer hoped anyway. He really didn’t want to have to drag his brother back here kicking and screaming.

Stepping away from the old, worn-out desk, the eldest decides a break for tea and a phone call might do better to take his mind of things for the time being.

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Putting up her dusty old tomes on various mythologies of the ancient past, Aubrie could just barely hear the phone. Hopping down off the ladder, the mythologist swiped up the device- a gift from the only demon in her contacts. He was lucky she didn’t have it turned off like she usually did while she was working.

“Good evening, Lucifer,” Holding the shiny D.D.D. to her ear, she answered with a chirp. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Good evening, Aubrie.” Lucifer’s voice is smooth as silk and Aubrie has to wonder if he just naturally talks like that or he was using that ‘seductive speechcraft’ Arella had mentioned some time ago to get whatever it was that he wanted from their conversation. “Have you spoken to Arella recently?”

“I have. You know she just moved from England, right?” The ginger chirps. “I texted with her this morning to see how it went.”

“Actually, I didn’t.” The Avatar of Pride hummed as he sipped on his tea. “That’s interesting. Where abouts did she move?”

“I wish I knew. The best I can say is somewhere in mainland Europe,” Aubrie lets out a sigh. “I want to go visit her. I can’t imagine how lonely it is to move to an entirely different country where you’re alone- although for Arella that’s pretty on character...”

“She does seem independent,” Lucifer hums, “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Actually, that’s part of the reason I called. I’m sure she told you that my brother’s with her when you spoke earlier... I need her to send him back. He can’t be missing so much school- his grades are already abysmal to begin with and the longer she keeps him up there, the worse they’ll get. Plus, I have things I need to talk with him about.”

“She's worried about his safety with you, Lucifer. Apparently, you broke his elbow somehow? Or something to that effect.”

“I didn’t break his elbow. No, he did that on his own by falling on it, but my actions helped lead to it so I have some blame in it.” The black-haired demon sighs, “That’s why I’m looking for them. I want to apologize to Mammon- he didn’t exactly deserve what I did that led up to him breaking his elbow.”

The human nods at that. “And here I thought you would be too proud to apologize.” She teased.

“If it were anyone other than my brothers, maybe.” He admits. “But in their own way, each of my brothers are important to me. We’ve been together for eons. Losing a single one of them would be devastating to our family, Aubrie. Like right now, the house has been too quiet and dark since Mammon left for the human realm. Things aren’t right until he comes home.”

“I see, but if you knew your brother would be happier up here in the human world with Arella... would you let him go?”

“I can’t- and it's not because I don’t want him to be happy, quite the opposite, actually- if we were not of such high rank and standing, then I would be content to allow Mammon to follow what makes him happy- whether that be here in the Devildom or up in the human world to allow him to live amongst the humans.”

“What do you mean?”

“I'm sure Arella has told you about our rank here in the devildom. We’re each to rule over a layer of Hell once we leave RAD in a few years. Mammon has a responsibility to the Devildom as Lord of the Fourth Layer. It's not a thing that he can just leave behind in favor of spending the rest of his human’s minimal lifespan up in the mortal realm.”

“You could be less harsh on him though. I know our morals on what is wrong and right are different and it’s foolish for us to force our morals on to literal demons from some of the stories she mentions about the way you all treat your brother... Well, it sounds like abuse to me and for someone like Arella, that’s very triggering for her.”

“What do you mean by that?” Lucifer’s interest was piqued at the human’s words. He knew next to nothing about Arella’s past before the exchange program and she never talks about her past to begin with so having the opportunity to hear about it was enticing to the Avatar of Pride.

“Her home life when we were children was... less than happy. Her mother was physically, emotionally, and verbally abusive as well as neglectful. I have plenty of pictures from when we were children where she’s covered in bruises, black eyes, busted lips. She would never say anything against her mother so protective services couldn’t do anything for her, but we all knew that woman was the cause of them. So you see, the way you treat your brother drudges up all that old trauma for her and that’s why she behaves the way she does. Wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were in her shoes, Lucifer?”

“You’re not wrong.” He goes to take another sip of his tea but the cup is empty. “This was nice and also very insightful. I have to go now, enjoy the rest of your evening, Aubrie.”

“Thank you, Love. You too. Make sure to go to bed a reasonable time tonight.” There was a short pause on her end before Aubrie began sputtering apologies and trying to back pedal her way out of that embarrassing situation and the line eventually just cut off.

Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh softly at the ridiculousness of it all. Humans sure were a funny creature.

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lovely-keii · 3 years

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hey babe, congratulations on 1k! I was wondering if I could have a Haikyuu matchup for your event? Please and thank you! My name is aubrie but my most common nicknames would be aub and bri! My pronouns are she/her.

A few ways to describe my personality would be extroverted, spontaneous, witty, stubborn, and charismatic! I strive to entertain any people I’m around, I just adore seeing others comfortable and laughing. I’m super affectionate with all those I care about, even if I get very flustered super easily. Physically, I’m about 5 ft tall.

Some of my hobbies and interests include reading tarot, listening and dancing to music, talking to/being around my friends, and painting. I also love true crime documentaries (I absolutely LOVE buzzfeed unsolved) A few dislikes include: unloyal and unhonest people, and people who bring down the mood with ill intentions (also shrimp?? Idk it might be bc I’m allergic 😩). My type includes someone who can take some light-hearted banter without getting upset or going too far, guys who often initiate more romantic things in a relationship, and someone who isn’t too hyper.

Again, congratulations and thank you so much! :) <3

you got matched with...

MIYA OSAMU

you guys were that one slowburn, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, one sided feeling, cliche trope.

ya’ll really said buy one take all (jkjk)

honestly so sweet but also so exciting

you two met in your first year, the both of you were classmates.

the both of you weren’t really close? just the occasional banter or waving across the hall.

you were actually a lot closer to atsumu, since he was a lot louder and outgoing compared to osamu.

wingman atsumu? wingman atsumu.

until that one overused scene happened where you and osamu bump into each other happens.

he does that thing where he catches u with one arm and you give him goo goo eyes and then you two just stare at each other and fall in love??

obviously atsumu is watching this happen and is about to fall over laughing because of how stupid the bohh of you looked from his point of view.

he helps you up and awkwardly scratches the back of his head and laughs nervously. he’s blushing of course. we’re making this as cliche as possible.

you’re super embarrassed but you have no idea if you’re blushing because a) you nearly fell over in front of everyone and that was humiliating b) osamu’s really hot

you two stutter a lot and you guys just end up walking away in defeat

atsumu walks over to you and slings an arm around you

“damn, you got the hots for my brother”

“whaaaaaaat? noooo pshhhh”

he deadpan looks at you and shakes his head and cackles

“ill get you two together.” and then atsumu just walks away like that.

of course you think nothing of it, since atsumu usually makes claims he has no intention of living up to, but this time he was determined.

he starts his day by changing his seats, much to your shock. since atsumu almost regularly expresses how his seat was the best spot in class.

“samuuuu, let’s change seats.”

“why”

“pleaseeee”

at first osamu was hestitant, but sooner he agreed just to get his brother out of his face.

he sits next to you and by this point, you are gaping and ready to implode.

“hey, i’m osamu”

“uh, yeah. nice to meet you, again. i’m y/n.”

he nods and turns back to his notes, reading through them.

days pass and you’re not getting anywhere, not that you’re trying to get anywhere in the first place. it was just, uneventful.

you walk to school, minding your own business when you spot a colorful poster on the hallway wall.

“prom”

oh shit. oh shit. oh shit. with the way atsumu’s wiggling his eyebrows and accentuating it, you knew he was up to something.

he, keyword: attempts, to look at his brother sneakily. of course, the guy can’t be sneaky even if his life depended on it.

you turn to look at osamu and he catches atsumu’s eye then turns to you.

about 2 seconds of excruciating eye contact and you turn away and speed walk to the side of the hall where atsumu was standing.

“i hate you”

“whyyyy? i didn’t say anything yet!”

“yet? you still want to say something after you give me the most painful 2 seconds of my life?”

“what 2 seconds?”

“tsumuuuuu, you’re my best friend, but no words can express how much i want to sock you int he face right now.”

a masculine chuckle comes from behind you and you jump. a hand is placed on your shoulder as you turn around.

miya fucking osamu.

“if you’re not gonna sock him, i’ll do it for you.”

“what-”

BAM. and atsumu is on the ground, groaning. he pats you on the back before turning his attention back to atsumu.

“that’ll teach you to mess with my seatmate”

“she was my seatmate before she was yours!”

osamu walks away and you help him up, laughing.

“why are you laughing? it hurt!”

“deserved”

“y/n, u suck.”

and off the blonde boy goes, chasing his brother, no doubt to hit him back.

you enter the class, and just the second before the bell rings, the twins enter.

atsumu has a bump on his head and osamu a bruise on his cheek

osamu sits next to you and you grimace at the sight of his wound.

“oh, what happened to your face.”

“tsumu was being stupid”

“ME?? YOU WERE THE ONE THAT TACKLED ME! THAT’S WHY WE FELL OFF THE STAIRS.”

you spend the rest of the day focusing on class, ignoring atsumu’s quips about how you should ask his brother to prom.

once school ended, you were ready to go, but just as you were about to leave, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“we should go to prom together. if you want to, of course.”

“i mean, yeah, of course, but why? we don’t necessarily know each other well?”

“take this as my way of saying i wanna know you better, then.”

“yeah, sure.”

on prom night, osamu was more than welcoming.

everything he could do to make you comfortable around him, he did.

“i wanna court you.”

“you wanna what?? i mean, i heard you clearly, i think. can you just clarify that, i think i’m going insane.”

“given, i’ve only known you for a few weeks, but you seem interesting and you obviously already have my brother’s approval, so if it’s alright with you, i wanna court you.”

“like, court?? as in you want to spend a whole lot of time with me and stuff on the lines of that??”

“yeah, plus you’re cute when you’re all blush like that.”

1K EVENT

#☾.viv’s match ups #☾.viv’s 1k event #♡ anon + viv ♡

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jeffletstalkaboutit · 3 years

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Hi there, this is part two of a series I’m working on featuring Jeff wittek and the female lead Avery. Still working on full story...

Three parts will be posted on here on the last, my Wattpad link will be posted.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy it and have a good day!

AVERYS POV

THE WOODS

Luca and his little team of misfits decided to follow us, out of fear or choice? the world may never know. We headed east, sam leading us with the compass in hand. We actually looked like a good team, if we could all get along.

"think there are any hot chicks at this Place in DC?" Xavier asks Luca and jeff from behind me.

"If there is, They're not gonna be going for you buddy," Luca says before laughing at his own joke, making me roll my eyes. When no one laughed, A laugh slipped out of my lips making Luca scuff.

"What, blondie?" He asks making me scuff at the new pet name.

"I'll add comedian to the list of words I use to describe you," I say making jeff and Xavier laugh quietly, leaving Luca silent. I can almost feel the knives his eyes are throwing at me behind me.

The sound of running water fills my ears, making me turn right away from the group.

"Avery," Lacey says before following in my footsteps.

My pace quickened, sweat dripping down my face. The trees gave a lot of shade but the heat wasn't forgiving.

"holy shit, it's a waterfall," Lacey says as we step up to the edge, we were probably 10 feet up looking over the edge to a massive pool of water below us. I immediately start taking my bag off then my jeans earning a few catcalls.

"Whoa take it off," Andy says from behind me, without saying anything I took a running start before jumping off.

I hope it's not shallow, or rocks because I could die right now.

The cold water embraced my body effortlessly, it was extremely deep, the bottom far from the top, and the further I got from the top the more I wished I could stay here forever, in silence.

a few seconds passed before someone else splashed into the water so I came up, oxygen filling my lungs once again.

Abey emerges from the water with a loud gasp.

"shit," she says before looking back up at the group above us, using her hand to block the sun. I swam backward until I was lying flat, floating on the water as each of our group made the jump. The blue sky invaded my eyesight,

That's when it hit me.

sirens flooded my ears, Suddenly The front door smashed in, men in black flooding my dad's living room. Before I could even move they grabbed me, rushing me outside.

A helicopter was perched in the middle of my hometown street.

the helicopter was green, it was the U.S. military.

The men pushed me down onto the hard metal floor before the plane took off. I stumbled to my feet, my fingers barely clasping the window as the first bomb set off, right on my childhood home.

I stood up quickly before making my way out of the water. We weren't supposed to remember things, why am I remembering?

The U.S. Military set those bombs off.

"Avery, what's up?" Abey shouts from behind me but I just walked faster.

"Let her go," Jeff says back, making me feel relieved. I just needed to figure out what to do, who to trust.

It started to get dark, so I made my way back to the waterfall. Everyone sat around a small fire just off the edge of the water. Their laughter filled the air making me feel stuck, they're the only people I have right now. Do I tell them everything or hid the truth as president Aries did by whipping our memories?

"Nice for you to join us," Aubri says as I take a seat next to Abey.

"Yeah, what the fuck was that, You've been gone for 3 hours," Abey says, pushing my shoulder a bit before passing me a container of water.

" I remembered something," I say before taking a sip. Everyones eyes glued onto me as they waited for me to continue. "When I was looking at the sky, in the water, I remembered...I was on a couch, I could hear sirens outside. The door busted down and these men in black suits grabbed me and dragged me onto a helicopter. It went up and... and I saw the bombs go off."It was quiet for a second before dillion spoke up.

"I thought we weren't supposed to remember anything? does this mean our memories are coming back?" Dillion asks, looking at everyone desperate for a hopeful answer.

"or Avery is the only one who is supposed to know?" Sam says, making me look up. "If you're the leader maybe you're supposed to get them, to help the mission?"

I shook my head slightly, rubbing a hand down my face. I don't think I was supposed to know that the people who sent us down here are the ones who set the bombs off.

"I don't know, but its just one memory. we shouldn't think about it too much. I hvent seen one single animal here." I say trying to divert the converstaion elsewhere. I don't know why I was given that memory but it's best if I keep it to myself until I know for sure what we're dealing with.

"yeah, there should be all kinds of deer, bears, even fish but nothing," Lacey says before looking up to me. "do you think we'll get our memory back?" she asks softly.

"I think, they took it away from us to keep something from us. and if your memories are anything like the one I had, You don't want them back." I say, leaving the group quiet. A sigh left my lips as I slowly got up to my feet. "you guys get some rest, ill keep watch."

I sat a couple of feet away from the group so I could still see them but they couldn't see me through the dark.

Before I could get comfortable Abey made her way over to me, plopping down beside me.

"We don't know each other, but this is all we have, the 10 of us. Not really the group I would have picked for myself at the end of the world but what you gonna do when the rest of them died 300 years ago." she says making me laugh lightly. "but you, Id choose you. I don't know what it is, and I think that's why Aubri and Luca are so jealous of you but you're different. You could literally not say anything and it feels like I can feel what you feel. and I think that's why you were chosen to be the leader because you don't have to guess, you just know. Look whatever you saw, whatever memory you got, don't let it distract you from what you know."

I didn't reply for a minute, taking in every word.

don't let it distract you from what you know.

my eyes drifted from Abey to the rest of the group, They all were laying by The fire and I knew that not telling them was right. They can't know yet.

"Thanks," I say lightly, looking back to Abey. A smile crept onto her lips before she nudged my shoulder with hers.

"whats your favorite color? mines blue," she says before glancing up to the sky. "The sky is so beautiful, the dark blue at night and the bright blue during the day."

I couldn't help but look up, the sky was littered with little white glowing dots, The sun illuminating the trees.

"green."

#lets-talk-about-jeff-baby #jeff wittek #jeff wittek x reader

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softfaust · 4 years

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Gifted Child: Apprentice’s Backstory & Pre-Plague Life

NB Magician Week: Day One @enbymagicianweek

Enjoy Pre Plague Pals (tm) Aubrie, Asra and Julian, with a heavy side serving of Aubrie’s Childhood Angst.

The Vesuvian sky is still washed over with the colours of dawn when Julian comes crashing into the little magic shop.

“Good news!”

“You finally found your off-switch?” Asra asks, leaning heavily against the counter with a mug of chamomile tea. Aubrie huffs out a laugh, from where they’re filling a display jar with mugwort.

“No, you cantankerous wretch. I finally got a letter from Pasha! I was beginning to think she’d forgotten me...”

Rounding the counter, Aubrie spots a slightly crumpled leaf of paper between Julian’s hands and they raise a questioning brow. “Pasha?”

“Oh, well, that is, Portia. My sister! Back in Nevivon”

Asra makes an interested sound, and Julian brightens. “What does she say?”

He takes this as an invitation to settle himself on the counter, despite Asra’s swatting and Aubrie’s pointed stare. “She’s picked up a little job at the local Inn - she and Mazelinka are saving for a trip to dear old Vesuvia. Oh, Mazelinka is my...uh, well, she raised us, Portia and I. Charming lady, more than willing to clip me around the ear with a rolling pin”

“That explains so much” Aubrie teases, patting Julian’s forearm when he pouts. “Have you seen them at all, since you left Nevivon?”

He shakes his head. “Unfortunately not. Time flies when you’re having fun, and getting rowdy. It’ll be good to see them, I think”

Asra, a little more awake now that he’s halfway through his tea, murmurs “That’s nice, Ilya”

Aubrie hip-checks him out of the way so that they can reach the cloth under the counter - one of them needs to prepare for the day, after all - and then they almost drop it when Julian asks “what about the two of you, mysterious magicians? Any family?”

There’s a beat, and Asra tenses. Aubrie realises they must be thinking the same thing. Family is....not off-limits, but rarely spoken of, between them. Neither Asra nor Aubrie have much family left to speak of; Asra has his oldest friend, Aubrie their elderly Aunt. The both of them have a traumatic story to tell, and so they rarely tell it at all.

Julian clearly senses the shift in mood, and he frowns. “Oh, erm. That is...you don’t have to tell me. Sorry, I suppose I just assumed....”

“It’s alright, Ilya” Asra tells him.

“I grew up in Firent” Aubrie blurts, almost despite themself. Asra’s eyes widen a little in surprise. Aubrie really never talks about it.

“I once stowed away on a ship heading for Firent. That’s actually where I met a good friend of mine, used to be a barber surgeon for a group of mercenaries. We- ah, sorry. You were, er, saying...?”

Aubrie hesitates, wringing the cloth between stiff fingers. “My mother.....my mother worked on the docks. I always remember her hands being rough from the ropes. And, my father sold tea. He had a little cart at the local market, and he always came home smelling like herbs. Firent....it was a good place to grow up. The Papess was adamant that everyone have some level of education, so I was lucky enough to be schooled a few times a week. I wanted to study medicine, actually”

Julian makes a face, and Aubrie rolls their eyes. “Okay, Mr Leeches, you can give me your lecture on the failings of academic medicine later. Firent was full of it, though, and it was fascinating, so that’s what I wanted. I actually started to help out at the local apothecary just before.....”

It was well over five years ago, now, but it still makes Aubrie’s throat go tight. Asra rests a gentle hand on their knee, and Julian takes their hand between both of his. “I don’t....know. What happened. I went to the apothecary that morning and I....I had a mother, Florenzia, and a father, Malachi. We had a house, between the Colahe family and the seamstress, and a little cat. Mijo. Then I arrived home that afternoon, and it was all gone. Just a patch of overgrown grass, where my house should be. I walked around the block four times before I went into the seamstress’s shop to ask what had happened. She....didn’t know who I was. Didn’t know my parents. Said there had never been a house there, I......”

Aubrie trails off, the pain as fresh as though it happened yesterday. “It was the same everywhere I went. For two days and nights I slept on that same patch of grass, where my home used to be. Then I decided all I could do was sail to Vesuvia, try to find Aunt Mila. I don’t know what I would have done if she was gone, too”

For a long moment, the shop is silent. Aubrie wipes at the tears stubbornly clinging to their lashes, and Julian squeezes their hand. A soft rustling sound comes from the back room, and Klaus comes ambling away from his slumber to nudge insistently at Aubrie’s ankles.

“Sorry,” Aubrie says, a little shaky. They scoop up Klaus, who drapes himself over their shoulders and nudges his wet nose against their cheek. “Didn’t mean to cry on you”

“Crying is good for you” Julian insists. “First thing you learn in medical school”

Asra snorts. “And you’d know?”

“Obviously.” He glances at Aubrie, noting that they’ve composed themselves enough to stop the tears. “Did you, ah....did you ever? Find out what happened?”

Aubrie shakes their head. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop searching, but....I just don’t know”

“At least we have each other” Asra says, voice soft. He’s clearly reflecting on his own situation.

Julian smiles brightly. “There’s no one else I’d rather get into hijinks with”

“Speaking of hijinks....” Aubrie glances past them both, out of the shop window. One of the marketplace merchants is standing in the middle of the cobbled street, waving his arms and raving about sabotage.

Julian clicks his tongue. “Oh ho, if I’m not mistaken, that looks like the chap who tried to steal Selasi’s business by charging double for spiced loaves”

“It does,” Asra hums, eyes twinkling with mischief. “It seems his stall has been overrun with....rodents?”

Aubrie’s eyes widen in mock surprise. “Rodents? Hm. How could that have possibly happened?”

A beat, and the three of them burst into helpless laughter.

“Serves him right,” Julian laughs. “Pumpkin loaves, anyone?”

#enbymcweek2020 #enby apprentice #the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #fan apprentice #aubrie #fic

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