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devil-in-the-details-ay · 2 months

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A night that was supposed to be romantic is taking a wrong turn....

There had been an ache first in his chest that had told him something was wrong, an almost burning that seemed to grow the longer he stood at the bar. A pull of hurt that grew and twisted, it had no reason for being, and that confused him, briefly distracting him from his anger. Then he looked over towards Yara for a moment just to see how she was doing since he had been gone for longer than he had anticipated or intended to be. Her posture gave it all away, making the ache suddenly make sense to him. It was through their bond and caused by her upset. Whatever had bothered her earlier had gotten worse, and he had a feeling that Argona had not helped it. Turning away from Argona without another word, he strode purposefully towards his wife without another word to the succubus.

“Come, we are leaving.” He gently touched her shoulder, his voice matching the softness of his touch. Astaroth wasn’t upset with her in the slightest, and he didn’t want her to misinterpret that he was. “You are sitting here looking dejected on what I had hoped to be a fun evening out for us, Yara. I am sorry for whatever has upset you. I’ll call the car and we can go back to the cabin and talk.” His expression was soft, as was his voice, but his eyes were studying her meticulously.

“Don’t you need to finish your conversation?” Her voice was a little cold and a lot distant. Yara looked everywhere but at him, uncomfortable,and if he had not been supernatural, her voice would have been too quiet for him to hear. It was all she could do not to cry as she shifted in the chair a little. The last thing she wanted was him feeling sorry for her, pity was worse than anything. “I don’t want to ruin your evening, I’ll be fine. I always am.” She swallowed, fighting her emotions that were having a full fledged war within her.

“It is finished, and I’m not going to leave my wife sitting here looking and feeling dejected in order to talk to anyone.” His brows drew together, not understanding her discomfort and avoidance of him. He hadn’t done anything that he could think of to hurt her, or upset her. Jealousy or insecurity he could understand, but now he was confused. Was this part of that? Was he misunderstanding her reaction? He wanted to support her, but how?

“I'm fine. There is nothing wrong. You do not have to end your conversation with your friend due to me.” She wouldn't look at him, and her voice was anything but convincing. If she met his gaze, he would see the lie plainly in her eyes. At least looking away from him kept it hidden for a few more moments. Actually saying that she knew that he’d prefer to be with anyone in the club but her, would break her. Her father forcing the marriage had been the ultimate punishment on her. Not because Astaroth was cruel, but because he wasn’t. However, he was male. A male that she was quite sure wasn’t oblivious to the fact that many beings in the establishment were lusting over, and most of them would be a better companion for the evening, or for any time, than her.

“Yara, what is wrong?” He waived over a waitress; he needed a drink badly. He took one of her hands gently, still not understanding why she wouldn’t even look in his direction. It felt like they’d gone all the way back to the beginning again, even farther back than the beginning honestly, and he was starting to become frustrated. “You’re lying and I know it. I’m not going to stop asking until you give me a real answer.” For the moment he was able to keep his voice calm, but it was a war that he did not know how long he would be able to win. Her avoiding answering was causing his frustration and anger to rise, and it was not like he’d ever had to contain it before.

“Nothing. I said I'm fine.” Still not looking at him, her chin lifted, and she ordered a blood wine when the waitress came. “You don't have to stay sitting, go finish your conversation. I believe the alluring blonde is still over at the bar.” Now there was an undertone of bitterness that was so palpable in her voice that a deaf being would even have felt it. Yara tried to pull her hand back that he’d taken, but of course he wasn’t going to let that go either, much like the conversation. Once more she swallowed down her emotions and tried to put up walls. Somehow she found that far harder with Astaroth than with anyone in the past. After their previous conversations, the way he had treated her, and the way she had hoped things would be, it now felt like she had been a fool and that stung.

He ordered a demon's brew, neat. After the waitress walked away he leaned in and spoke right next to her ear. “Fine, I will not argue with you here.” His fingertips caressed her upper arm. “I was not having a conversation, I was waiting for the bartender and being annoyed by the bitch of a blonde. If you want to be mad at me for that, I can't stop you. However, you’re not getting rid of me. So, be mad.” He kissed her neck just below her ear then sat upright. His breath had been hot against her neck and ear, fanning out with each word.

Astaroth could have said everything sitting up and she would have heard him. He could have refrained from touching her. The kiss was not needed since at the moment she was doing her best to attempt to pretend he wasn’t there. However, he knew one thing: sometimes you had to gently push someone to pull the truth out of them. It wasn’t something he’d ever done often, but he knew just enough to be able to do it.

She felt a wave of desire flow through her for him when his lips met her skin. There was no doubt that he had known just what he was doing. He wasn’t fighting fair, but then neither was she by not saying anything. She guessed they were even. “I'm not..” Yara looked down, as he took her hand now in both his and laced their fingers. “What are you doing?” Now her head turned to look at him, brows drawn together. What WAS he doing? And WHY?

Smirking, he leaned over until their foreheads were touching as he replied, “not allowing you to push me away because you misread a situation.” When she tried to pull her hand back a second time, he held tighter between his two. “I brought YOU here to have an enjoyable night. If you wish to ruin it, I won't stop you. I, however, will also not argue with you. I’m not leaving your side, and I am still going to show the only woman here who I care to be with, the affection she deserves.” Pulling her hand up, he kissed the back without breaking eye contact. “Together.”

She sat blinking at him without saying anything. What kind of game was he playing? Why did she feel so confused? There were new emotions and feelings flowing through her and she didn’t know how to handle them. Everything was so overwhelming. The words of Lucifer battling the words of Astaroth now in her head. Astaroth’s actions battling her father’s words of foretelling.

While he waited for her to say something he was glad their drinks were delivered. He needed the strong demonic liquid to help him deal with whatever set this round of emotions off. He was perplexed by her behavior and feeling suddenly closed off from her. Why did she suddenly think that he was looking to be with someone else after they’d had this conversation. They’d agreed. This had been covered. Did she not trust him? What had he done to deserve that?

“Asti, I…” suddenly she felt unsure again and her head dropped away from his; so that her eyes were looking at her lap, “I mean you don't have to…” She sighed, and her jaw worked. Why had coming here made her feel so off balance suddenly?

“Have to what? Act like we're married? We are. Act like your husband? I am. Act like I like you? I do. Act like I care?” He reached over and took her chin gently to turn her face to look at him. “Papilio, we may not be madly in love with one another, but I do care about you and want you happy. I’ve told you that before, I don’t know why any of this should come as a surprise. I wasn’t flirting with that female, if that is what you think, and there isn't anyone else here I want to spend time with. I don't know why you're now feeling insecure, but I am yours.” Astaroth leaned over and softly kissed her cheek. He was starting to understand, remembering what she had told him about things Lucifer had said. This was their first time in public. Maybe a place with fewer people would have been better. A wine bar instead of a nightclub.

“Only because you are being forced.” Suddenly her voice was colder, she was fighting tears and she didn't know why. She was trying to put on her millennia old mask of indifference and condescension but it wasn’t working. “We both know I'm not the one in this bar you'd be with if you had a choice.” Her eyes again swept the women lusting after him, then could not meet his afterwards.

His eyes followed hers and he sighed. “I cannot help how others look at me. Just like I can't control the men who are ogling you.” They quick whip of her head, to look at him, told him she hadn't even noticed. She had been so caught up in her own jealousy and insecurity that she had not noticed anyone paying attention to her. He found that intriguing. She had been afraid of losing him. It had never occurred to her that there were others within the bar that would have been glad to take her away from him. It still bothered him slightly that she was taking her insecurity out on him, even if he was beginning to understand. “Why are you getting upset at me for what they are doing?” Astaroth wasn't sure where this patience was coming from, but he was thankful for it.

“I'm not.” Yara protested. “I just know how this goes.” She saw one of his brows raise so she continued with how her thoughts went. “Once you find a way out of…” a finger landed on her lips very softly, but it was the darkening of his eyes that gave her pause more than that. She knew that look. She’d seen it during their wedding. She’d seen it with her father. This was anger. Deep, dark, anger. The fact that what she had started to say evoked that emotion so strong and deep told her one thing: she was very, very wrong.

“I have not, nor do I plan to look for a way out of this. I have tried making plans for the future with you today about the house. We will be visiting someone who can tell us about your mother. Do not finish that sentence if you truly want things to work out between us, even if just as friends in this arrangement. Because if that is what you truly think of me, then there is no future of anything but resentment and discord.” He was angry but trying not to lash at her the way he normally would at someone who insulted him like that. A temper tantrum from her was the last thing he fucking needed.

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afterdarkprincess · 8 months

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The Devil's In the Details (But You got a Friend in Me)-Part 1

Surprise I'm back :)

This started from a very cute prompt, which I haven't even gotten to the meat of yet, but it sent my brain down so many fun rabbit holes that this little oneshot I had in my mind has grown.

SO- I've gotten what I think is about a third of what this will be written, and I wanted to go ahead and share.

If anyone would like to be tagged in the rest of the parts please let me know, this will also go up on AO3 when it's completed.

Samijey Endgame AU from the Royal Rumble :)

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Jey Uso is tired and stressed. Even more than usual. The tag titles are heavy on his and Jimmy’s shoulders, with attacks coming from the whole roster and without any back up, the constant barrage is wearing on them both.

Solo hasn’t been around his brothers much, mostly spending one on one time with the Tribal Chief, doing god knows what. Both Roman and Paul keep assuring him that he’s still the Right Hand Man, but it sure doesn’t feel like it.

Jey trusts his gut, and his gut is saying something’s not right with his little brother, but there’s not much he can do about it with Roman involved.

And it’s not like Roman’s there to back them up either. Not so much as one appearance to strike fear into their opponents.

As for their other backup, the Honorary Uce?

Sami put his body on the line for their family week in and week out for months, proving his loyalty over and over again. Finally it caught up with him.

Roman put the man on trial just for him to get his knee blown out taking a hit meant for Jey.

The match was over, with Roman victorious again over Kevin Owens, but of course that wasn’t good enough, parading the rest of them out to deal devastating chair shots to the strung up man.

Roman handed a chair to Sami, a final test, but Sami saw what the rest of them didn’t.

The redhead pushed the tribal chief out of the way before grappling with Drew McIntyre, who’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Sami took a brutal fist to the face and was down, Jimmy took his opportunity to go after Drew but suddenly there were more bodies in the ring.

The brawling brutes had joined the fray, seemingly for revenge from the WarGames match.

Jey was distracted with Butch, trying to keep his fingers away from the mangy man and didn’t see Ridge Holland creeping behind him with a fucking bat of all things.

Before he knew it, Sami was pushing him back into the corner, and all he could do was watch as the bat connected with Sami’s knee with a sickening crack.

Jimmy and Solo ran Butch and Ridge back, and Roman took McIntyre out with a spear, but the damage had already been done.

Jey finally got to put a lei on Sami, to welcome him into the family where he belonged. But he had to do it while Sami lay on a stretcher, unable to walk, a smile on his face despite the pain he was clearly in.

It was beyond unfair.

He waited outside of medical with his brothers, anxiously pacing as they checked Sami out. Solo was stone faced as usual, but even Jimmy seemed unsettled.

Finally the verdict came- surgery and at least 6-9 months of rehab. Devastating to a career and similar to the injury that took Jimmy out a few years before. It felt just as gutting as it did then.

He only saw Sami for a brief moment before they transferred him into the ambulance to take him off to the closest hospital qualified to perform the surgery. He looked out of it, eyes bleary and heavy, but Jey grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly.

“Thanks, Uce,”

There was more he should have said then. But it would take time to piece together the jigsaw puzzle of his feelings, scrambled and jumbled as they were.

He would find more words, later.

As Jey stood in the ring, mic in hand, the friday after the Royal Rumble. The Bloodline had been given a reprieve for Raw due to the injury to one of their own, but even the tribal chief could only get them so much.

He talked about Sami’s bravery, his loyalty and love for their family. How he’d been tested and passed with flying colors. And ultimately, the price he paid for it.

The news of his injury was already known to the WWE universe, the devil moved fast but twitter was faster. Jey reassured the crowd that Sami Uso was a permanent member of their stable, no question about it, his spot on the island of relevancy assured for his return.

The crowd roared, chants of “Ucey” rang throughout the arena. If there were tears in his eyes that was no one’s business but his own.

He and Jimmy fought a match against the Street Profits after that. Jey ended the match with a Helluva Kick to Montez with thunderous applause.

The ride back to their hotel for the night was quiet and solemn, Jey’s eyes never leaving his phone for long. Sami’s surgery had been successful, but he was still resting up in the hospital in Texas while the rest of them were miles and miles away, and it made him antsy to not be there.

There were unknowns. Sami’s home was ultimately Montreal, and since he was out of action for the foreseeable future, there was no reason for him not to return there for his rehabilitation. And Jey wouldn’t have any explicit reason to go visit more than a handful of times when his schedule would allow.

After all, he hadn’t had much cause to pester Jimmy during his recovery from surgery, leaving the tending to of his whiny ass brother to his saint of a wife.

But Sami would be alone, without any family to speak of.

Surely it was the guilt that was eating at Jey, the knowledge that the bat had been intended for him, that made him feel so uncomfortable at the thought of Sami dealing with this alone.

A resolution comes later, when his cousin graced them with his presence on Raw the following week, seemingly there for a promo for the upcoming Wrestlemania match against the winner of the rumble, the newly returned Cody Rhodes.

Roman gave them their marching order for the evening as per usual, before dismissing Jimmy and Solo to address Jey.

His face was impassive as he spoke, “Sami has been released from the Hospital,”

Jey nodded, trying to keep his face neutral. He had to learn the hard way to keep his true feelings from Roman.

“Wiseman has arranged for a house back home in Florida, where he can recover before rejoining us. As my Right Hand Man, I expect you to keep an eye on things.”

It was a gift, an apology and repayment for his behavior at the trial, and maybe even before that. But of course Roman would not admit that outright.

Relief washed over Jey like a wave, but he just grinned. “Consider it done, Uce.”

He had a few days break after that night, so he would see Sami the next day.

Jey woke at the crack of dawn to catch his flight, filled with nervous energy. He’d received the address for the house from Paul, and had been sent with well wishes from the rest of them.

Solo, who’d looked sheepish as he handed over a stuffed bear with the words “Get Well Soon” emblazoned on a heart in it’s hands.

He grunted, “Gonna miss ‘im”

Jimmy laughed, “Me too, Uce. But we can go down, huh? Can’ let this idiot monopolize Sami’s time!”

The silence, so often filled by Sami’s jokes and rambling, was glaring. These months couldn’t go by quick enough. His family is better together, despite their differences.

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Jey arrived to the house after a trip to the store, getting everything he might need for himself for a few days and a whole bunch of things for Sami.

He was laden with bags as he knocked on the door, trying to carry way too much as usual.

When there wasn’t an answer right away, Jey felt like a huge idiot. Sami just had knee surgery, how the hell was he gonna get the damn door? He started putting down bags, cussing at himself under his breath and feeling around in his pocket for his keys.

The door opened.

Sami stood there, or rather leaned, since his knee was up on a contraption with wheels.

“Hey man, is all this for me?” The ginger joked.

Jey’s frustration melted away at the sound, and he could feel a smile spread across his face as the rest of the grocery bags fell out of his hands. He enveloped Sami in his arms, letting his fingers cling to the back of Sami’s shirt.

They’ve hugged before, several times now, but this was different; more cautious with no rush of adrenaline to fuel it. Jey hung on for what was probably too long, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

When he finally let go, Jey tried to laugh it off. “Yeah man, gonna get you all fixed up!” Sami moved to help Jey with the bags, but Jey shooed him off. “Got this’-what you doin’ outta bed anyway, fool?”

Sami laughed, “I got a busted knee, M’not dead.”

“You gonna wish you was dead if you ever pull some stunt like that again, Uce! What was you thinkin’ out there?” Jey put the bags down in the kitchen, passing Sami again to grab the rest of the groceries. There was no real heat in his words, but he needed answers.

The ginger looked sheepish, “Look, Jey- the knee sucks, don’t get me wrong, but I wouldn’t change a thing about what I did at the Rumble.”

Jey looked up from where he knelt, eyes fixated on the other man. His heart beat wildly in his chest, and he was trying his best to ignore it.

“Why?”

Sami shook his head, “I saw Holland with that bat- he may have hit my knee, but he was aiming for your head! No way was I letting you take that.”

Jey bristled, “Man Uce, you’ve taken ‘nough hits for me! Know I said you was bulletproof n’all but obviously you ain’t!”

Its an uncomfortable feeling, after the months of giving Sami a hard time about not bleeding for his family, that now he was so upset at Sami throwing himself in harm’s way again. But Jey supposed that came with seeing the man as a brother now. Like Family. Obviously he doesn’t wanna see his family hurt and injured.

Jey had busied himself with putting the items he brought in away, but when he looked up at Sami’s face, it was soft, his expression unreadable.

“Thanks, Jey,” He replied, his mouth curling into a soft smile.

Jey’s damn heart fluttered again, but he played it off.

“Don’ thank me yet, Uce- you ain’t had Chef Uce-ardee’s famous chicken yet! Just you get comfy somewheres’ n’ let me take care of things, right?”

Sami laughed, but carefully set himself down on the couch, turning the tv on.

The sounds of canned laughter filled the small house as Jey got to work prepping the ingredients for dinner. Putting the marinade together for the chicken and setting it up in the fridge to soak in the flavors.

With the prep work done, he started on a light lunch for himself and Sami, nothing show stopping, just some grilled cheeses with some extra protein. (Turkey for Sami and Spam for himself) A staple of his childhood, and an easy meal on the road.

He plated both their sandwiches, and walked back into the living room to be greeted to the sound of Sami’s soft snoring.

Jey knew he probably should just let Sami nap, after all sleep is the best medicine to recover from injuries and stuff, but something in him just wanted a little peek, just to make sure he was okay.

He stuffed half of his own sandwich into his mouth to keep any noises he might make from waking the sleeping man up, but slowly looked over the top of the couch.

Sure enough, Sami lay on his back, stretched out on the couch despite the bulky black brace on his knee. His hands held his phone, clasped together on his stomach as if he put it down for just a moment before nodding off.

His face was relaxed in sleep, his usually expressive face soft and passive, his light eyelashes just barely noticeable against the pale skin of his cheek.

Jey felt an ache in his chest. That brace was there because of him. Sami was here instead of preparing for Smackdown because of him.

Sami might not have any regrets about the Rumble, but Jey sure did. And he would do anything he could to keep Sami safe from harm going forward.

He sat the plate for Sami on the coffee table in front of the couch in case the other man woke up, and pulled himself away to let him sleep.

Jey kept himself busy for the next few hours, getting his bag inside and settled into the second bedroom in the house. Paul had done a decent job picking the place out, it had everything Sami would need, including a small gym in the basement. It wasn’t large, just the two bedrooms and a bathroom with a bath and shower, plus the living room and kitchen.

It was cosy and homey and just right, light streaming in the windows in the hear of the day.

As the sun began to recede in the sky, Sami finally awoke, groaning as he repositioned himself on the rolleraid.

Jey heard him from the kitchen and came in, hands coming up to steady Sami’s shoulders.

“Still not, ugh- used to this damn thing.” Sami grumbled, “M’okay- what time is it?”

“Okay my ass, Uce. S’almost dinner time! Hope you’re hungry.” Jey helped Sami over to the table and adjusted to sit before returning to the kitchen to get the chicken out of the oven.

It wasn’t the same as grilling them obviously, but without a grill here it would do.

He loaded some plates up with the marinated chicken and rice in a big heap, and brought them out to Sami with a big grin on his face.

“Ta-daaaa! Bone appetite!”

Sami laughed at his poor attempt at french, but immediately dug into the plate and groaned.

“Jey-this is good!”

“Damn straight s’good! You got good taste unlike Jimmy.” Jey puffed his chest out with pride, grinning from ear to ear.

He knows his cooking’s good, obviously. But it’s nice to hear it from Sami.

They talk between mouthfuls, Sami catching him up on everything that happened in the hospital during his stay before asking about what happened on the shows he’d missed.

He got a particularly good laugh out of Sami describing how Montez had sold his signature move in their fight the night before.

When they were both done, Jey cleared the plates away, not letting Sami move a muscle. He was here to take care of Sami damn it, he was gonna even their scoreboards.

Jey tidied up the kitchen efficiently before returning to the table, where Sami has laid out some uno cards, clearly set up for a game.

“What we got here, huh?” Jey laughed, sitting down.

Sami shrugged, “Honestly was kinda worried if I sit back down on that couch I’ll fall asleep, and if I can’t beat someone in the ring, might as well beat you at Uno.”

“Oh, them’s fightin’ words, Uce!”

It felt easy to slip into a familiar card game, a typical pastime on the road in their “hurry up and wait” business. Both of their competitive natures coming out, yelling and slapping at each others hands when they both try to lie and cheat to win.

Jey had more fun playing uno with Sami for those hours than he could remember having in a long time. The stress of the business, Roman, all melted away under the soft light in the house and the sound of Sami’s unrestrained laughter.

When finally both of them started yawning and Jey was down to two cards (without cheating this time), Sami caught him off guard by gently covering Jey’s free hand with his own.

“Uce, I just wanted to say thanks. For tonight, for coming here, for the trial, just for being you.” Sami stared into Jey’s eyes, expression earnest. “It means a lot to me, and I just wanted you to know, yeah?”

“Man…” Jey sighed, dropping his gaze to where their hands were joined. “I should be thankin’ you.”

“Jey-“

“Nah- lemme get this out.” Jey swallowed thickly with the emotion that was creeping up. “You done more for my family, for me, than anybody else. You believed in me even when I was actin’ a fool. You don’ gotta thank me for this, I wanna be here for you, Uce. That’s what family do.”

Sami’s smile made Jey’s chest ache. “Family…”

“Yeah, Uce. I know Roman was probably jokin’ back then, but you really Sami Uso now. You stuck with us.”

That earned a laugh, “Can’t say I’m complaining.”

“Damn straight,” Jey grinned. “And you don’t have to prove nothin’ to nobody.”

Sami’s eyes glistened as he nodded. “I like that, ‘Sami Uso’”

“Me too.”

They stared at each other for a long moment before Sami burst into giggles.

“Guess we really ucey now, huh?” Sami teased.

Jey laughed until he could barely breathe.

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The next few days passed in much the same way, Jey cooking big meals for them to eat (and storing the rest for Sami to eat later) and fussing over Sami in the house as they binge watched TV or played games.

Before Jey knew it, it was Thursday night, the hour way too late for how early his flight was in the morning, but he didn’t want this bubble of time to end.

“You can come back, you know?” Sami teased as Jey yawned for the 5th time in a half hour. “You should get some rest, you’ve got a fight tomorrow!”

“‘Course m’coming back, Sami- Not tired yet.” It was clearly a lie, but he’d rather give Sami a white lie than face the truth that he just wanted more time here with him.

“Sure Uce, and I’m Brock Lesnar.” Sami laughed, and the sound was music to Jey’s ears. “Seriously though, I can’t exactly carry you to bed like this, you’re gonna have to go to bed.”

Jey felt his face heat up as he thought about Sami carrying him to bed bridal style, laying him down softly in bed before lightly kissing-

“-Uce? Hello- earth to Jey?”

Jey was full on blushing, embarrassed at the thoughts he’d gotten lost in.

He stood quickly, “Yeah, you- uh. You right, uce. Yeah, gonna go to bed now.”

Sami looked at him with a curious expression, but didn’t press the issue. “Finally, I’m gonna hit the hey too. What time are you heading out again?”

Jey stumbled out his flight time and said he’d probably be up and leaving around 6.

“Alright, I’ll be up to send you off.”

“You don’t gotta-“

“I do, Jey. I’ll be up.” Sami’s smile was surely meant to be reassuring but it made his heart beat faster.

“Okay,” Jey backed himself up towards the bedroom door. “Uh- Night, Sami.”

“Goodnight, Jey.” Sami pushed himself up to stand and get on his rolleraid to get back to his room, but Jey turned and shut the door.

6am came sooner than he would have liked, but sure enough as he rolled his suitcase out of the bedroom, Sami was there at the table with a cup of coffee and a smile.

They exchanged a quick hug for goodbyes, Jey struggling not to linger in the other man’s arms for too long. He headed out to his rental car, sparing one last glance at the house that felt entirely too much like home for just spending a few days there, before getting in to head off to the airport.

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More coming soon!

#samijey #jeysami #sami zayn #sami x jey #jey uso #Devil in the details

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cljordan-imperium · 6 months

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🎃🎃🎃Trick for you now. I turn the tables around. For a side character you like of The Devil is in the Details.

Okay, I did go big on this because this is kind of a major reveal. There aren't side characters yet in the story but there soon will be and this will be an important one.

(Tagging @saltysupercomputer because of dealing Astis)

Meet Tarek, Yara’s REAL and ONLY brother. The board should give you a clue which pantheon at least one of her parents belongs to.

#trick or treat #writeblr #writeblr community #writeblr connect #yara #devil in the details #tarek #scarab #egypt #egyptian #brother #found family #morningstar

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brucesterling · 1 year

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*Still got that “hands” thing going on.

#Stable Diffusion #Deep Floyd #image generators #devil in the details

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3573tastypencil · 13 days

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here's a little drawing to satisfy you gremlins lol

#jsab art #jsab au #jsab cube #jsab #devil in the details

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soulonoscopys · 2 years

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sam is terrified of lucifer, his breath hitches, chest tightens, he flinches at proximity to the devil. but at the same time, there's this weird closeness.

this familiarity with each other’s presence

#the darkness is scary but becomes a familiar scary #something something thoughts #sam winchester #lucifer #spn #07x15 repo man #devil in the details #i have a devil on my shoulder

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crashnbrn · 2 years

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#eddie fucking munson #eddie munson hands #eddie munson #men with tattoos #rings #80s metal #metalhead #80s aesthetic #the hellfire club #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things cast #fictional characters #hellcheer #devil in the details #kas the bloody handed #dnd #eddie munson edit

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sleepimali · 1 year

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Wild vs Tamed Magic and Faerie Petal Dragons! - December Big Dreamer physical patron rewards! If you want the set of a print, the stickers and a personalised doodle, you can do so by pledging to the Big Dreamer tier at https://www.patreon.com/sleepimali hehe. You’d have my undying love and gratitude, but I completely understand if that’s not something you want or something that’s in your budget! But if you want to get it, it’s available until December 31st, 2022 :) Lore below!

Faerie dragons aren't a new concept exactly, but these are mine. My patrons voted for the reward theme for December to be Wild Vs Tamed Magic, but I just can’t help myself and got a creature involved too. Buckle up, this is going to be a bit long! (And a heads up, the dragon section is going to be a bit dark.)

The Lore of Wild and Tamed Magic:

It's said these are the two kinds of magic in the Devil in the Details world, but they're both really just umbrella terms.

Wild magic is what some might consider "real" magic, in that it is unpredictable, incomprehensible and comes with a considerable amount of danger with each use. It is not something that can be controlled or understood; The second it is, it is no longer considered Wild, but Tamed. Wild magic is found among various magical flora and fauna, as well as magic folk and these days also humans. Generally Wild Magic occurs when strong feelings, instincts or wishes have been triggered. But if you use it, you may not get the result you wanted, and certainly not when you wanted either. There are plenty of records of uses of Wild Magic that have seemingly resulted in absolutely nothing, and suddenly years later it finally triggered and resulted in both unexpected disasters and blessings. But likewise, there are plenty of cases where the magic happened immediately in reaction to the user's strong emotions - sometimes with great results, and sometimes with the result of the user finding themself in a flood when all they wished for was a sip of water.

Meanwhile, Tamed Magic is the result of trying to understand and control this immense and strange force. Some people would call it science, and that isn't wrong, but the truth is even as people's ability to control magic has grown better, no one still knows what magic actually is. Certain methods have been proven somewhat effective in controlling the result of it, but the reason why they work is still a mystery.

There is now a vast amount of knowledge of spells and magic technology thanks to a collaboration between magic folks and humans, but even so, the amount of magic to still be explored seems infinite. As mentioned earlier, Tamed Magic is also an umbrella term, under which there are countless magic systems - ways of practicing controlled magic. A lot of them are known, but some magic folks keep their spells a secret, and a lot of the recorded ones are locked away and kept safe from the public for safety reasons.

The taming of magic is a constant, and dangerous work in progress.

Faerie Petal Dragons, and their relation to Tamed Magic: It is believed that faerie petal dragons are the first species to have learned how to tame magic. While this is hard to actually prove, tales of them have been passed down through generations of magic folk for thousands and thousands of years. In ancient times, various species of dragon were fairly common, especially in lands where humans didn't thrive. And the smallest of them all were the faerie dragons. Rather than trying to compete with other dragon species by growing bigger and stronger, they instead grew to focus on stealth and blending in. Faerie Petal Dragons in particular lived in evergreen and ever flowering lands, and had grown reliant on hiding among flowers in order to throw off eventual predators, like larger dragons. Unfortunately, as centuries and millennia passed, the other species of dragons only grew bigger, stronger, and above all more destructive. It wasn't uncommon for an entire field to become completely inhabitable from a single breath of a larger species. As such, the need to adapt and defend themselves rose among the faerie petal dragons. But there was only one thing they had that they could use to defend themselves and their territories - magic. But how could they, if using Wild Magic came with the possibility of destroying their lands themselves? Ultimately, they had no choice though, as their lands shrunk more and more, and more of them perished to the bigger, mightier dragons. And it was then, pushed to the brink, they learned that if they were doomed regardless, they might as well go down with a fight - and somewhere along the line they also learned that if they were very, very angry, the magic they used would reflect that with targeted destructive power similar to what had previously been used on them as their territories were destroyed. And that was the first time magic had been tamed, that we know of. And you'd think it would end there, but these tiny dragons are highly intelligent, and once they realised they had a chance at controlling magic, they then spent thousands of years expanding on that idea and learning how to tame it in more instances than just those where they were threatened and angry. But as intelligent as they were, they were also equally reckless, and ironically a lot of them perished in the process of trying to tame magic due to accidental curses or unfortunate accidents. Instead of being hunted by larger dragons, they themselves were now their worst enemies. However, those who survived this process went on to grow extremely strong. Ultimately, they became beings no one would want to pick a fight with, except maybe the gods themselves.

In the end, magic folks and other magical beings saw what the tiny dragons were doing, and became inspired to tame magic themselves.

These days, the faerie petal dragons have recovered their numbers quite a bit, and are friendly to humans. Given that they are basically just tiny little magic nerds (very powerful magic nerds) they are always extremely curious about the spells these weird, short lived humans are developing.

A fair warning though: If you're a spell crafter, they will try to get into your lab at all costs. And they will succeed. And you do not want that, given their reckless history. In face, there are laws and safety protocols that forbid you from disclosing the location of a spell crafter study, lab or spell vault to faerie petal dragons. In short - they're lovely beings that could destroy your home with a sneeze, and if you wanted one as a companion, they will not be the pet. You will be 😉

#ditd lore #sleepimali #fantasy art #fantasy creature #watercolor #watercolor illustration #watercolor art #original art #faerie dragon #faerie petal dragon #dragon art #devil in the details lore #Devil in the Details #Giving you lots of worldbuilding with zero context

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willowwind78 · 1 year

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Here’s why you photograph your miniatures...

I thought he was ready to roll but as I was taking his picture for his eBay listing I noticed I missed something. How on earth could I not paint the little curly-cues that make his tail look like a Cutie head?!? So, of course, I fixed it then continued his photo-op.

As you can see, I tried out a new-to-me base technique on this little guy and... I love it. No offense to any Warhammer people out there but the mini standing in the underbrush annoys me. The grass is too deep and unrealistic. So I went with this not-at-all realistic green stuff which... I liked. We shall see if I still like it a month for now.

Two primary problems with over-embellished bases:

A. Who goes in to battle tripping over weeds and rocks? Seriously. Choose your battlefield wisely. Not to mention a thousand troops are going to trample that grass into the ground in seconds.

B. I don’t believe the base should detract from the mini but should accentuate and enhance its character. The figure should be the focus not bushes. It can stand in awesome terrain but I’m not playing with the base, I’m playing with what is on it.

Now, the real question: How do you get warped bases to flatten? I tried and tried bending and it held for a minute or two then started to curl again. Suggestions? Please.

#miniature painting #painting miniatures #devil in the details #how not to paint miniatures #wildspire #NPC #dungeons and dragons #role-playing games (rpg)

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janus-stanus · 1 year

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the idea is to pick the line you think says the most about janus or makes you "oof" the hardest when you think about it in relation to him, but you can also just pick your personal favorite. after all, i have no way of knowing :)

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #janus sanders #poll #devil in the details #it might be fun to do this with other songs on the playlist and/or other sides' playlists #feel free to steal this idea from me

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devilinthedetaildesigns · 7 months

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Always a good day when I get a video from a client telling me she loves a corset I made her.

Even better when it's an actress I admire.

#devil in the details #corsetry #designer goals #occasionally i make the pretty things

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devil-in-the-details-ay · 5 days

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Inability to sleep leads to a sweet conversation..

Even with his solemn vow to the Primus Sator and Astaroth’s arms around her, sleep eluded Yara. Every doubt and fear she ever had of being abandoned seemed to play out behind her eyelids when she closed them. No matter how much she tried to put the woman at the bar out of her mind, when she started to drift off to sleep, she would see Astaroth embrace the other woman instead of walking away from her. Her heart would clutch, her breathing would hitch, and she’d once again discover that as still as her husband was, he was not asleep. His arms would tighten around her, and once more he would whisper reassurances to her that she could relax and that her mind was just playing tricks on her. To have someone reassuring and caring for her was a foreign experience, and it only added to the weight of the guilt that seemed to press in on her from every direction

There was little Astararoth could do to quell all that weighed upon his wife’s mind, and if nothing else kept him awake, that did. While it had not been his initial choice to marry her, nor would she have been his choice even the day before, he now understood the logic of the fates. Few truly wanted to be close to him for who he was, it was rather what he could offer or do for them. He was no less alone in creation than she was, even if the reasoning was different. However, he had shown her who he was behind the mask and that was what she clung to, not all of the physicalities, the power, or the station in the universe. For this reason, the owed debt to Lucifer had turned into a repayment that was more a gift to the two of them, than a punishment for perceived wrongs.

“Astaroth?” Yara finally softly said his name, sensing once more that he was not asleep. Her fingers had been making slow and lazy circles on his chest for a while, thoughts turning over in her mind. There was something about the feeling of his skin under her fingertips that was also addictive, causing her to desire the physical contact with him in ways she had previously not with others.

Astaroth’s larger hand covered hers, stilling it. Maybe if she got out whatever was on her mind, they would both be able to rest. “Hmm?” His head tipped slightly to look over at her in the dim light. Even mostly enveloped in shadows, she was stunningly beautiful. How she could not see even a glimmer of that befuddled him.

Her breath faltered as her nerves started to grow again. Every time that Yara thought she had them under control, they would swell back up again to almost overwhelm her. Sensing that her husband was now looking at her didn’t help. She knew that he wasn’t judging her, but it still made her nervous. “Thank you.” Her voice was soft, so quiet it was barely more than a whisper against his skin. She was grateful that she did not have to be loud for him to hear her.

“For?” His brows came together as he tried to figure out what she was thanking him for now. Astaroth wondered if there was something he had missed that she was referring to, since nothing had changed since they had retired to bed. Was she once more going to thank him for not abandoning her? Or again for not being angry about the nightclub? It made him a little uncomfortable how much she had done both.

“Everything.” Fingers separating to allow his to slide between hers, Yara gently held his hand as she answered. “Just…everything.” A tear fell off of her cheek, landing on his chest. She still did not understand why she was so nervous and upset once more. What was wrong with her? He was holding her, his voice was soft and affectionate, and she knew that he would not judge her, yet her heart ached and burned.

Kissing her forehead softly, Astaroth felt his heart clutch at her words. There was nothing that she needed to thank him for, and he had repeatedly tried to tell her that. He hadn’t done anything that she didn’t deserve, nor that a true husband would not do. There was little doubt that her life under Lucifer’s thumb had led her to not understand either of those facts, certainly not what to expect from a marriage to a god. All he could do was hope one day she would see that he did genuinely care for her. “Yara, you are my wife. You owe me no thanks for anything. You know that you are now stuck with me for the rest of eternity, so you may wish to hold that thanks until you fully know what you have gotten yourself into.” His arm around her back tightened to hold her more firmly against him, and gently rub her side. Another kiss was placed against her forehead, his eyes closing as he held it in place a beat longer than normal. She was stirring things in him, making him feel things, and he had no clue how to tell her that.

A light and breathy chuckle fell from her lips. She had seen him with Lucifer and his priest, the fire and the fury that came with his anger, that she could handle. He had held her when she cried, comforting her aching heart. He might not love her, but it was the closest she’d ever come in her entire life, and it was a long one. Even if he never did, she was falling in love with him, and she would never ask more than he was giving now; because what he had already given her was far beyond what she could have dreamed when the contract had appeared before her. “I have a pretty good idea. I watched you stare down daddy, remember?”

“Darling, you don’t have the faintest clue.” Now it was he who laughed. She really did not. It had only been a few days that Yara had known him. He might have let her see who he was under the surface, but she truly did not know what becoming his wife would entail her facing from others, not just from him. While Lucifer and the priest had been hateful because of her, there would be those who would be just as nasty due to who he was as well. Not to mention those who would wish to cause her physical harm.

It was his hope that he would be able to protect her from the worst of it. He knew the mental and emotional scars she already bore from living as Lucifer’s daughter, he did not wish to add to that. He would shield her as best he could, but inevitably she would feel the brunt of it all. When that happened, it was Astaroth’s supreme hope that she would not turn and blame him, but rather that they could unify against any mutual foes together. The love he had for her already was starting to form, and the thought of her rejection of him caused an ache unlike any he had known.

Yara’s eyes rolled at his answer, thinking she knew what he was referring to. They had argued when they had first met in his office, he had almost killed her father's priest for disrespecting her, they had stood side by side in Lucifer’s office, and when she had wanted to run from the club due to her own insecurities, he hadn’t allowed her to. While Astaroth may not realize how much she was reading him, she was. That didn’t mean the voices in her head, that had been created from many millennia of her father and her father’s men deriding her, would be gone overnight.

After a brief pause, she gave a short hum, then asked: “Well, then, I have a favor to ask if I am entitled to certain things as your wife.”

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