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She felt a tug, a pull that she couldn’t deny. She hadn’t heard from Henrik since their… disagreement so it surprised her that he was calling to her now. They hadn’t exactly parted on good terms and Nyx had tried her best to go about her life as normal. It had been hard, at first, but she’d gotten used to it now. So hearing from Henrik again after so long? It shook her to her core and that wasn’t easy for someone to do to an angel. Part of her was tempted to ignore it. To leave him be and carry on with her life as she had been but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him if she did. Not now that he was in her head. Sighing quietly, the angel closed her eyes, hesitating a moment before disappearing on the spot only to appear in front of him milliseconds later. “Hello, Henrik,” she greeted, her tone more polite than it usually would have been. Her heart pounded in her chest. Or… her vessel’s heart, at least. She hadn’t seen him in so long she thought she was over the way she felt around him but… seeing him again, it was clear that wasn’t the case. It still didn’t erase the fact that she wasn’t sure what to say to him now. “You look dreadful. Are you okay?” she said with the bluntness only typical of an angel.

He just about gave up. She wasn’t coming. Why would she? Or maybe, he was praying wrong? Could she even hear him? It’s not like he could call her on a mobile. He wished, at least then he’d know for sure she was ignoring him. Henrik sighed ( miserably ) out of everyone, even those who he did worse things to, it was Nyx he felt the most guilty about. Take that whatever way you like, Henrik hated himself for the way he spoke to her. After all, Nyx was actively his first real friend when he returned to the living, just as he was hers. They guided each other and discovered things together. Maybe that’s why he was silently heartbroken when she took back her wings -- he loved her, even if he was yet to realise it. “Oh shi---” He’d stood up to go distract himself when she appeared, making him jump backwards. “Nyx.” There was a faint smile. Relief, she heard him, she was here. “I...” A pause, in any other situation he’d probably say ‘thanks’ with a tone full of sass, but there was a time and a place -- this wasn’t it. “I’m fine. That’s-- that’s why I wanted to see you. I’m fine now.” His eyes were so sad, he couldn’t hide it even if he was trying to. Her monotone towards him hurt, but he could understand - he didn’t blame her. “I wanted to apologise to you, for everything. I was hexed. Emotionless and-- cruel. It’s no excuse,” it was, but he wasn’t trying to use it as one, Henrik was just trying to explain. “Nyx, I didn’t mean any of it. That’s not who I am, I’d never hurt you like that.” Shaking his head, he sighed quietly. Henrik was desperate for her to believe him, to forgive him not to peacify his own mind, but because it felt important that she knew she hadn’t deserved his words, that she didn’t deserve to be hurt. He took a step towards her -- but only one, he didn’t want to invade her space. “I understand if you can’t forgive me, but I really needed you to know that I’m so sorry.”

#henrik x nyx

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He didn’t know how the hell it had happened. He’d been in heaven for months, pretty much losing any hope he’d had in the beginning that he would ever get out and go back home. At first, Dean thought it was all just a trick the angels were playing on him, giving him false hope just to keep him on his toes. And in a way… he didn’t care. Even if this was just a temporary trick, he was going to try and make the most of it while he could. He recognised Mystic Falls easily so, instead of hanging around and wasting time he was convinced he didn’t have, Dean made his way over to Astrid’s place. If there was anyone he wanted to see while he had the chance here, it was her. Her and the kid. When he got to her door, he let out a shaky breath, nervous to see her again and partially feeling selfish for doing this. Especially if he was going to be snatched away and taken back to heaven - which, he was fully convinced was the case even though it wasn’t. He knocked on the door after a moment, letting out a breath and shoving his hands into his pockets, bouncing slightly on his feet in his nerves. The door opened and he all but melted. It had been so long since he had seen her that it hit him in the chest and it took everything in him not to reach out and grab her so he could hold onto her again. “Hi…” the hunter said quietly, his voice catching in his throat. “I, um… I dunno how this happened, but…”

It had been a trying few months, there was no denying it. No denying she’d fell into an isolated hole, at least when it came to herself. Of course, she had Alice now, she had to be okay for her, show her that the world could be wonderful and all those things she now considered bullshit. Astrid even thought about moving out of town, leaving the shelter to Sam and going somewhere new to start over -- but of course, she couldn’t turn her back on all her connections. They helped her keep some form of normality and sanity. Who knew heartbreak could hurt this much? Or maybe, it was just the last death in a very long line of those she loved that tore the last stitch in her heart. Naturally, trouble found her even when she tried to stay out of it, fresh horror stories that she was yet to tell anyone about. They didn’t need to know. She didn’t want to share. It was Adrians weekend to take Alice, she and Piper were basically the best of friends now. Her day had been quiet, as per. Phone on silent, music on and fresh from the bath about to binge some lame series when someone knocked at the door. She sighed, thought about ignoring it even as her feet padded that way. There probably wasn’t anything that could have prepared her for who she saw on the otherside, though. Any colour instantly draining from her face as she tensed up and leaned back. “No...” Not again, she thought -- she couldn’t do this again. The last time she saw him? It hadn’t been him at all, just some shapeshifter freak trying to toy with her heart and it had worked. This time around she could swear she saw softness in his eyes that she’d argue only he could have, but it couldn’t be. Could it? “You’re not him.” Her voice was barely over a whisper, heart pounding in her chest and a sting in her eyes that she was trying to force away. “What do you want?” Wow, it hurt to look at him, she’d have closed the door if she wasn’t silently mesmerised, all she had was memories, little videos -- seeing him ( or whatever this thing was ) in-front of her? You bet she felt frozen to her spot.

#astrid x dean

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She had been inside with Joshua, the two of them preparing lunch while Jett and Johanna played outside. However, what she hadn’t expected to see when the two of them took everything outside into the garden was her husband neck deep into a hole that definitely hadn’t been there earlier. “Uh oh,” Joshua muttered from beside her, quietly observing the scene before munching on his sandwich, comically looking between his parents to see what would happen next. With an affectionate roll of her eyes, Vic moved well out of the way, taking a seat with Joshua at the picnic bench a little further away in the garden from the hole and started laying out the lunch she had made. Her brow arched as she listened to their daughter list off the items they allegedly needed. “I think that sounds like it’ll definitely work.” It wouldn’t but she was happy to play along if it helped ease their daughter’s mind. No matter how extreme the method was. She reached for one of the sandwiches she had made, one without the crusts, and passed it to Joshua, who was still sitting quietly and just watching the scene like he was waiting for something to go wrong. “Heck yeah, I say we get rid of this thing once and for all,” Vic answered with enthusiasm. Really, she would just be glad for some sleep with being woken up by Johanna’s tantrums. “This monster’s not gonna know what hit it. Right, Johanna?” She paused. “And then you can both come and get some lunch after your successful monster hunting.”

Jett climbed out the hole and stood up, clapping his hands together in an attempt to remove the stray dirt. It was only now he was out of the hole did he realise just how deep it was. Wow, he almost felt lucky Victoria hadn’t come out and buried him alive inside it. Fixing this wouldn’t be cheap, which wasn’t an issue -- the issue would be the time it took to straighten back up. “Oh, I have to read it? Why me?” Peering down at Johanna, he shook his head. “I think you should do it. You know what to do and I don’t... And you want this done right.” He argued, stealing glances between the two blondes and Joshua. “We all want this done properly, no messing it up.” Jett made a gesture for Vic and Josh to agree once he noticed Johanna seemed to be considering it. “You’re right, daddy - you would only mess it up.” She spoke, so seriously that Jett couldn’t help but raise an amused brow. “Right then...” Hands up in defence, he backed off. “Go ahead then, I’ll supervise... Then we can eat.” And thank god, he thought, he was starving. Taking a seat on the bench, he was careful not to sit too close and get dirt on Vic. “You hear that? I just got dragged by a ten-year-old.” He muttered, so Johanna didn’t hear as she prepped her items in the places she wanted them. “I tell ya, if this works, we’re all going to bed at 7pm and nobody is getting back up till at least 9.” Well, one could certainly hope -- but it seemed highly unlikely. “What’cha say, baby Jay? You think you could sleep in, in the morning? Just this once?” Jett asked, and though Josh didn’t reply, the mischief on his face told him all he needed to know, making him chuckle in response. “Daddy, hush! I’m ready.” Scolded again by his eldest, he buttoned it and nodded for her to begin. “Yeesh, she’s like a mini you when she snips like that.” He whispered to Vic teasingly.

#jett x victoria #jett x johanna #jett x joshua

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#astrid x dean #dastrid

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#jett x victoria #jetoria

It had been a long and miserable emotionless road. The hex his mother placed on him reached a new low when his family tried to fix him. They should have known Esther would have another failsafe. Freya put him to sleep but as she broke the hex, it shattered the warlocks mind, trapping him inside fragments of all his worst memories. Four months went by, Freya worked tirelessly to fix what she broke and find the real version of Henrik in order to pull him out and wake him up whole and not a broken mind. Of course, she succeeded, but it took Henrik a week to fully get back to himself and feel a semblance of normality. He had a hell of a lot to apologise for and he’d been trying, with his family at least, who all insisted he had nothing to be sorry for. The warlock disagreed and when he found himself alone without a babysitter, he felt it. All of it. Everything he’d done and said to everyone he cared about. And that’s when his favourite tiny blonde came into his thoughts. The way her face twisted and verged on tears when he was being overly cruel. “Shit.” He mumbled, sighing quietly. “Hey, Nyx. So- I’m not sure how uh- how this works. I just pray, right? And you can hear me?” Scratching the back of his neck. “I have a lot of explaining to do. I just- I want you to know that what I said, I didn’t mean it. I was hexed and just- out of my damn mind. And I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Henrik pressed his dingers against his eyes and slouched. “Are you there? Please. I really want to make this right.”

#henrik x nyx

This certainly wasn’t how Jett pictured spending his day, knee-deep in muddy sludge, tearing up half the garden all in an attempt to appease Johanna. She’d absolutely insisted that there was a monster under the grass that crawled out on a night and knocked on her window. Just a typical childish nightmare, but one that was slowly progressing into sleepless nights and daily tantrums. Jett for one couldn’t take it anymore so his solution? Play along. He told Johanna he saw the monster and he knew how to get rid of him. Apparently pouring glitter on the grass wasn’t enough, Johanna made additions to the story he’d told her and of course, it involved digging up the garden. With nothing better to do and more than enough cash to get it redone, Jett gave in. He dug down and down until Johanna was satisfied it was close enough to where the monster slept and out she came, armed with a box full of things. “I know. I know. You don’t need to say it, I had a bad idea and she made it worse and for two people with the same brains we really do make a couple fuckin’ idiots.” Jett grumbled towards Victoria, flashing her an apologetic ‘sorry I’ve fucked the garden up’ smile before Johanna came closer. “Okay, what’s in the box?” Almost shoulder deep in this damn hole, he rested his elbows on the grass. “Magical fairy dust, feathers, um, lipstick...” Jett lifted a brow as she rooted through. “I thought we were trying to get rid of him not turn him into a drag monster?” He made the protest, but was silenced by his ten-year-old who held up a single digit as she continued looking through the box. “Holy water. Salt. The bible and a cross. But you only really need the salt and this,” she handed him a page. “Sprinkle the holy water as you read this and it will give his spirit peace.” She looked between her parents expectantly. “What? I googled it.” Johanna added. She hadn’t got it quite right but if she believed she had, Jett would go along with it. That aside, he was impressed with her research. “You’re so my kid.” He chuckled, jumping out of the hole and looking towards Vic. “What do you think, mom? Should we axe this garden monster and have a good night sleep tonight?”