TWD: Sacrifice

//All usual disclaimers

Captivity wasn't the worst for Asma. No, she already knew Negan and his Saviors were shitty long before meeting them. Asma dealt with shitty. She was born with the wrong cards of the deck and was used to being screwed over by Life. Her family wasn't the most loving, her former lovers were abusive and if it wasn't for the "Zpocalypse", she could have been dead. Asma lost each and every member of the crew she gathered when they escaped from Chicago and she didn't know how to cope with their deaths. Ahmed, Abel, Sun.. they all died at some point and the only one left was the first person she met when the apocalypse started. Amelia. By the time her crew was destroyed, she had joined Rick's group and managed to secure a good life for Abel, Amelia, and herself. They had time to mourn for Ahmed and Sun's deaths. They had time to imagine a future for themselves. Abel made his move on Asma who remained indecisive because she had never met someone who wanted to love her the way he did. as in healthily.

Captivity wasn't the worst. She endured hell already. No, it was the absence of her best friend that was killing Asma. She sacrificed herself so Amelia wouldn't die at the hands of the saviors and agreed to become one of Negan's wives. She bargained her way into being allowed to scavenge with the other saviors. She refused to go on racket missions but never minded exploring abandoned areas nearby for food and eventually survivors to "save". Negan refused she use any guns or knives but she was fine using a baseball bat like she did long before going to Alexandria. He joked about it, saying that she was his soul mate because both used the same weapon, although, the baseball bat was modified. Being outside helped Asma forget the predicament she was in. It helped her forget she was in fact held captive and wasn't allowed to see her friend because she trespassed on Negan's property. It only took her so far because Asma felt it in her bones. Amelia wasn't there.

Negan noticed Asma was losing enthusiasm. He observed for a while and came to the conclusion that Asma was missing her best friend. Of course, a man of his word, he could never allow Amelia around his place but he knew that Asma would want to see her, so he considered allowing meetings, in exchange for something valuable. He would challenge Asma to find him something of value and in exchange would grant her a meeting once a week with Amelia. It only was a floating idea so he wasn't sure about it. He found her sitting at the edge of the bed, her arms on her lap as she was staring at her baseball bat. Her mind was filled with memories of her friend.

"Here I was thinking you'd be happy to see me." Negan teased her as he closed the door behind him. She looked up at his face and snarled.

"You're not exactly what I call a good surprise."

"Aaaww you're cranky?" She didn't answer, prompting him to draw a chair near her and sit in front of her. "I asked you a question." His tone betrayed his growing lack of patience, which prompted her to look up at him and snarl some more.

"I'm not cranky. I'm just not in the mood for your little mind games." She said, putting the baseball bat on the bed and crossing her legs.

"I thought you would be happy with scavenging." She shrugged. "What more could you possibly need?" He curbed a brow. "Oh.. you want your friend. the one who tried to kill me, right? Amelia is that right?" She became tense and looked up at Negan's face.

"We have a deal. I stay here and you don't touch--"

"Then do your fucking part! I came to see you, so drop the droopy eyes and the angry snarl, darling."

She swallowed a lump and nodded. After all, he was right, he kept his part of the deal, and she had to keep hers. Amelia's face flashed in her mind and she closed her eyes for a while. She was doing it for her. so she could survive and have more laughter and a chance to have a normal life. she was doing it for her.

soa: Jess x Asma: friendversary

Asma was sitting on the bedroom's chair, her eyes focused on her cellphone so she could talk with Tig. Jessica had to postpone their shooting lessons for a while due to the business with the Mexicans but since Asma returned from Boston, she insisted on at least having a girls "day out". So she asked her to come over and wait until she got dressed before they went out. The pink haired lady was more than happy to wait a little bit if that meant she could spend time with her sister. It had been a while, after all, since they last saw each other.

As Jessica got out of her bed, Asma glanced at her for a brief minute. Nudity never was an issue for the woman, for she didn't see it as sexual when there was no intent behind it. Nudity was just the highest form of trust. It wasn't just because of lockers room after PE classes, it wasn't just because of cousins changing before her when they were teenagers prior to a night at a club or at the cinema. It just was because to be naked in front of someone is to accept one's vulnerability. Jessica didn't hide in front of Asma and neither did Asma when she was getting dressed either. not that it happened frequently and not that they were staring at one another until they were fully clothed. no, not at all. but that look Asma gave her didn't take into account the fact Jessica was "naked". she wasn't looking at her body, she was looking at the person.. and it made her smile.

In such a genuine moment that lasted only a couple of seconds, Asma was hit by the truth, a truth she had already known for quite some time now. She was home. She was safe and she was she looking at someone she loved beyond anything she thought she could. Jessica was the cement that linked her guys (the Knights) and Jax' guys (Samcro). She was the cement that kept the whole thing steady and strong. She was the anchor Jax needed in his life, to keep him whole and straight. To keep him honest, to give him a motivation to wake up every morning and come back alive to his family. She saved him by bringing everyone together. Abel and Thomas and Jax. They experienced a true and genuine and honest family life and it saved him. Jax saved her too. She was wandering from town to town, running away from herself, hiding behind her bruised knuckles, the trail of corpses she left behind her and the tears she never cried. He saved her because she allowed herself to be vulnerable again, she allowed herself to take a leap of faith in life, in love, in everything. She allowed herself to settled down and have a family of her own and be her true self. A tornado.

And because they both saved each other, Jessica saved Asma too. it was their love that knocked at Asma's door and had them meet each other. It was their love, that had her meet Lyla and take the opportunity to meet Jessica again and start a friendship that turned into something more, something beautiful. Asma leaned her cheek against her warm palm and looked at the brunette who was pulling her pants up her legs and buttoning them. The thought was a fleeting one, that of what her life would have been had she not met Jessica. A future of gloom and doom awaited her, one where she would definitely end up dead. A future of solitude and tears, where she would only be in pain. Jessica might not have had the solution to Asma's problems, she did offer her something better, something more important, unadulterated love.

"I'm almost done Asma. Just wait, I put a shirt on and we're good!"

"I can wait."

She tapped her fingers against her thigh, contemplating what her life was these days. she had turned it upside down and for the better. She still couldn't be near alcohol, still had to make sure she wouldn't be tempted because AA meetings were still happening. Her mother was sicker and she might actually lose her last parent but she knew she would be alright..because she wasn't alone. She was home. She was home.

"Jess?" She called out while the brunette was tying her hair into a messy bun.

"Yeah?" Jessica turned her head to look at Asma who was smiling at her.

"I love you so much. We should have friendversaries. because if I can eat cake for each month I am sober, I think I can eat cake for each year we are together." She grinned and stood up as Jessica was done being dressed. "What do you think?"

"I like that idea." She pressed her lips against Asma's cheek. "I like it a lot. so why don't we go somewhere and have some cake?"

"I agree with you. Let's go eat cake." And once Jess grabbed her purse, they left the house.

-TBC-

Elpis and Pride: One of those nights

A/ N: Welp! Just had them in mind:p

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She felt his eyes on her, patiently staring at her with an intense purple gaze. He would watch her very moves as he was comfortably sitting in his chair. He would have a glass of bourbon in his hand, his shirt unbuttoned and his feet bare. He would lay into his chair while she would be dancing in front of him. Pride was naturally intimidating. It was in the way he carried himself, the way he spoke with a calm neutral tone that was difficult to decipher. It was in the way his eyes would flash purple light when he would be annoyed, upset or angry. Elpis wasn't afraid of his hot anger when his voice would echo in the room and he would appear to be larger than life. It was his cold silence that she couldn't stand. It was when he ignored her and pretended she didn't matter that made her stomach churn. It was when silence settled between the two of them that Elpis was the most afraid because she knew that he was furious beyond measure and unpredictable.

Tonight he wasn't intimidating. She enjoyed being the center of his attention. His blue eyes turned purple by an increasing desire of her were focused on the deity who was now dancing. Pride liked when Elpis danced. It might have been because of the way she gracefully moved her body. It might have been because he lost herself to the rhythm and didn't mind him looking. It might have been because of the way she was staring at him when she danced on purpose. Her hips were telling stories, her hands were inviting him, she sometimes was seducing him and didn't shy away from her goal. She would toss her pink locks to the side, smirk at him, bite her plump bottom lip. Her hands would travel over her body, mimicking what his would have done to her if he was touching her instead. He would clear his throat and watch her tease him, dropping one cloth item after the other until there was little to nothing on her skin. He would watch intensely because it was a silent message she addressed him.

Tonight was one of those nights when Elpis was in a good mood. She would have the occasional glass of wine or two. She would wrap her body in one of his large shirts and a pair of boxers. She would allow the room to warm up before finally the music would start to play and she would start to move. Tonight she was dancing for herself, celebrating the fact she was finally free after thousands of years locked into human vessels. Tonight she was happy to finally breathe the same air as her beloved. Pride would observe in silence, lost in thoughts she couldn't read. All she would be familiar with would be his purple eyes, flashing brightly as he was engrossed by her performance. That would be her cue to change the purpose of her dance. It wouldn't be about celebrating her freedom anymore, it would be all about him. Because she had not been with him for so long, she would walk slowly, calculating her next move while her body would be swaying. The warmth of the room would help form a thin layer of sweat, giving a nice glow to her skin. Her eyes would flash a bright light too, highlighting the unusual gold and black combo.

Pride wouldn't move, he would let her come to him. He wanted to let her decide for herself, to let her write the narrative of the night. She had a purpose, he could tell by the way she was dancing and moving towards him like a predator towards its prey. She wanted him. Her arousal was growing, electrifying the air and sending shivers down his spine. He watched her walk towards him and finally sit on his lap, her hands held onto his shoulders to keep some balance. He would grin at her, melting her heart in the process and emptying her thoughts. He would wait of course, for when she would least expect it to make his move. He would wait of course, for the moment he would completely have her at his mercy when she would willingly offer him her neck and give him her trust. He would wait only a couple more seconds before she gave into him because he enjoyed when she believed she was the one driving him crazy.

Tonight was one of those good nights where both were in a good mood. One of those nights where Pride didn't have to think of the many enemies that were after them. One of those nights..

-TBC-

Doya: Penny for your thoughts

A/ N: Just a tender moment between these two.

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Men of Letters Bunker, Sunday night, 11:25 pm

Oya and Dean were laying on the bed, both sweaty and catching their breaths. Oya's left hand was running through her thick black mane, preventing it from falling into her face. She had pulled the sheets up her chest and was holding onto it with her right hand. Dean was on his back as well, staring at the ceiling and relishing in the brief moment of calm that settled between the two of them. He was lost in his thoughts and nobody, not even Oya could tell what he had in mind. Usually, after they had sex, Oya was always thinking of their next case or their next meal. She was thinking of what she would like to eat or the places she wanted to go and visit.

Sometimes, when her mind wasn't frivolous, Oya was thinking of her family. Of their reactions about learning their daughter had a special bond with one of the Winchester brothers. Her dad would have liked Dean's experience and focus on the job. However, he would have warned Oya about Dean's locked heart and huge emotional baggage he would think she wasn't ready to handle. Her mother would welcome the brothers into their family, just like that, because she was very loving. She would have considered them her sons and would have taken care of them. Her brother would have embraced them as well. He was a competitive man but he had a good heart.

Oya never shared those thoughts, because she was unable to communicate due to the excruciating pain she experienced whenever her family was brought on the table. It wasn't taboo per say, but it was something she avoided. Her hazel eyes shifted from left to right as the thoughts of the evening were much more pleasant. She was focused on Dean. On how he made her feel at this moment or how comfortable she was in that bedroom that somehow also became hers. Her heart was beating so fast and so hard that she was able to feel it. Sure, they just had sex but there was something else. It was the mere thought of him that had her heart speed race. It brought a sheepish smile on her face and she bit her bottom lip. In a matter of years, he took most of the space she had in her mind and filled her shattered heart with something she couldn't name. Something good, something to hold onto. In a matter of years, they had a routine that became vital to the hunter. She enjoyed going on a solo mission, kicking ass on her own and coming back bruised because she put up a big fight. She enjoyed sending him sexts and enjoyed even more when she came back home, to Sam and to him.

It made her turn around to lay on her side and look at him. Dean was still deep in his thoughts but he had a smile on his face and looked rather happy, much to Oya's liking. The blonde hunter glanced at her as he felt her gaze upon him and turned his face to look at her. Oya was smiling, which always seemed to make him happy too. She rubbed his shoulder and planted a kiss on it.

« Penny for your thoughts. » -Dean chuckled and shook his head.-

« Trust me, you don't want to be in my head. » -She pouted but kissed his shoulder again.-

« Well, if you want to scare me, you've failed. » -Oya let her fingers run over his waist and then looked up at his face.-

« I'm not trying to scare you. » He grumbled, his voice raspy from the previous romp. She smiled and cupped his cheek with the hand that once was on his waist. « I'm just saying the truth, you wouldn't want to know what's in my head. »

« I don't need to know everything you have in mind. I just wanted to know if you were feeling as good as I was, right now. » She had this intense look in her face, the one that sent Dean shivers down his spine. « And for the record, I am not scared of you... » She leaned her forehead against his chest, feeling his torso heave up and down.

Dean didn't say anything. He simply wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to his strong and taller frame. Oya felt good against him, he couldn't really explain why but he got used to having her around, in his room, in his bed, next to him and she knew he did because she felt it in her core. She felt it in the way he was looking at her or holding her at night. She felt it in the way he always knew how to calm her before she stressed out -which only happened when angels/demons or children were involved-. She felt it in the ways he made sure to bring a smile to her. The smallest gestures. He planted a kiss on her forehead and then at the top of her head before she slowly pulled away to look at him again.

« Penny for your thoughts. » He finally said after she spent almost a minute looking at him in silence.

« I am craving a cheeseburger right now. » She said, making Dean chuckle. « No, really! I am starving. You exhausted me! » She fake-complained before she felt his hand cup her cheek again.

« Well, we can fix that. » He grinned at her, making Oya blush a little and roll her eyes.

«Good because I could eat an elephant right now. »

She felt her heart beat faster than earlier and realized that it was because he had his hand on her cheek. At this very moment, she enjoyed the contact of their skins, the warmth from his touch and the intensity of his green eyes that looked at her and nothing else. Her hands laid on his chest, her fingers gently pressed against his skin as she wanted to feel his heartbeats. His heart was beating at a steady pace, maybe a little faster than usual because they'd just exhausted themselves or maybe a little slower than usual, she couldn't tell right now. She just felt it. Dean's large hand was holding onto her cheek a little harder, his fingers were lost in her thick black mane and his palm was pressed against her face. Oya smiled at the hunter and let him move forward so his lips could kiss hers. Oya kept her hands on his chest and returned his kiss, her plump lips pressed against his slowly. She enjoyed Dean's taste and the fact that his kiss was actually very tender. He took his time, interspersing them with a soft smile while she let her fingers gently scratch his chest. She pulled away from him and ran her hand up his body to hold onto a fist of his blonde mane. A chuckle escaped her lips and she pressed her lips eagerly against his.

« I want my burger now. I could very much eat something else.. » she gave him a knowing look. « But my stomach is upset and I need some fuel. » He chuckled and leaned his head against her chest. Oya wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss at the top of his head.

« I got the message. » He playfully answered.

« I know. » Oya wanted to say more.

She could have told Dean just how much he meant to her. That she chose to stay in their lives because she loved both of them. That she chose to sleep in his room for more than just because he could make her nightmares go away. That despite saying she was welcoming Death and prepared for her own demise, she secretly didn't want to die that soon because she wanted to come back to Dean and Sam... to Dean.. to him. His name made her smile whether she read it on her phone or said it. His face sent shivers down her spine. He did that to her and she didn't know how to handle that truth. Well, she did know. It felt good, there in this room, nothing could happen to them. Nothing would.

And nothing did.

-TBC-

SOA: Ava and Asma: A day like the others

A/ N: All the usual disclaimers.

«Hello, beautiful. » Asma was holding Ava and rocking back and forth on the chair to help the little girl fall asleep. She looked perfect and happy, smiling from time to time to that funny little lady with her pink locks. Her tiny fists waved in the air as she was excited and was far from falling asleep. Asma gently stroked her round cheek and nuzzled her neck, eliciting laughter from the infant.

« You're supposed to sleep, Ava. It would be wonderful if you did. » She said, pressing her lips against the little girl who started to giggle. « Well, I think... since you're not sleeping yet, I could tell you something. You know I'm dating uncle Tig, right? I didn't expect this, I swear to God. When you were just a little project in your mother's mind, I was in a very very dark place. Relationship-wise? I didn't want to try again. Elias was done breaking the little rubble that was left by Oscar's devastating presence. I didn't have faith at all. But your mom did. She had faith in a better tomorrow for me and look at me now. » - She smiled and nuzzled the baby's neck once again.-

« I know I'm scared to say those words. That I am..Hap-- you know? I fear that if I say them, then all the happiness would be sucked away and I would be left with ruins. » She furrowed her brows. « But I won't let that happen. Tig is...It's difficult to date a SAMCRO guy.. really it is. I fear he doesn't come back to me when he's out doing business... » She pressed her lips onto Ava's forehead. « I fear that...I fear that his line of job would get him killed and I know I would be devastated if I ever lost him. I don't want to lose him but I don't want him to be constantly worried about me, so I suck it up and pretend everything is fine when he leaves. I return to the job I love and I focus on everything but him. You should see what happens when he does come back. I feel like the luckiest woman alive. But you know what truly swept me off of my feet? He got my name on his skin. I inked him... It's a...promise. It's a promise! It's an engagement. it's supposed to be eternal. He said I loved you with his voice but also with his skin. It's...Whoa...Oh my god... » Ava looked at her funny since she didn't understand the rapid change of mood of her aunt and started to shift and cry. « Oh, no... no, don't cry. I'm okay. I'm really okay. I'm happ----. I'm right where I want to be and I'll be watching your delicious self until mom and dad come back. » She tickled Ava who started to laugh again smiled at the baby again. « Everything would be alright .. And your mom still has to teach me how to shoot! I have enough of carrying the fake gun already! » Ava giggled and cooed in the arms of Asma, relaxed and happy, to the point of getting her diaper wet, which made Asma sniffle the air and look down at the young lady. « That's my cue for changing you, please don't poop on me. » She said, standing up and heading towards the nursery.

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae: The Keeper of Secrets (part 2)

A/ N: part 2: Stumbling. Those kids are not in front of the most powerful being of the universe. -relatively speaking. Death is the most powerful or is he?- and they are very tense because of the fight they just had. What would the Keeper teach them?

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Lux was standing tall, a few footsteps away from Tenebrae who had crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't want to look intimated by the creature that appeared in front of them. The keeper of secrets had a golden crown of roses, a long black lace veil that covered their face. It was difficult to know their features, but they seemed to appear soft, round and small. The veil was long enough to cover the rest of their body, body that was itself covered in a thick layer of black fabric that put together made some sort of a toga with a golden belt wrapped around their waist. The only skin Lux and Tenebrae could see was their white with green hues feet. Lux glanced up to the Keeper and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes flashing brightly and her brows furrowed. Tenebrae was standing tall next to her but despite him being tall, the Keeper was even taller. It was an actual giant which was sitting on a moving ebony wooden throne. They looked down at the pair but didn't move from the chair.

« We have a question. » Tenebrae started, forcing Lux to turn around to look at him. She clenched her fists and furrowed her brows.

« I am aware of this. You have been looking for me for a long time, Son of Death. » They said, grinning behind the veil. They turned their head to look at the puny goddess who was still staring at them with anger in her eyes. « As I am aware you also came with a question in mind. »

« How many answers can we have? » Inquired Lux.

« Many... but you only have one question to ask. » She opened her mouth to protest their words but they kept talking. « I know it sounds unfair, but this is how things work. I will only answer one question and one only. » She looked at Tenebrae and folded her arms above her chest.

« Please...ask them about my attackers...ask them about my memories. I need to remember. »

« You will remember in due time, I would never know how to defeat my father and the likes if I ask about your memory. »

« Are you willing to risk my memories? » She asked, eyes wide open. He looked at her and nodded quietly. Yes, he was. He was willing to risk their love to know how to defeat deities like his father because he knew how valuable this information was. She couldn't understand and he didn't blame her for wanting to regain her identity and the missing memory from her mind but it would come back to her, at least Tenebrae was willing to bet his life on it. «  I don't. I don't want to risk that because of a petty feud you have with your father. I would like to. »

Tenebrae touched her hand, causing sparkles to emit from their joint fingers. He held tighter and forced the sparkles to become more intense. In the Astral plane, their hands touching would only sparkle without any consequence. It was just an explosion of light and darkness but here on Earth, their hands touching created something different. Something unexpected. It was enough energy to push them away from one another and make them a nosebleed. The white-haired prince touched his nose but used the fact the goddess had not recovered fully and was half-conscious to ask his question.

« We might not agree on this, but I Tenebrae have a question for you Keeper » Of course, there was a special incantation to say when one wanted to ask the Keeper of Secret a question and Tenebrae learned it a long time ago when he first heard of the entity. « There is an answer to each question and to each question, there is an answer. And the one before me holds the key to knowledge. I bow before thee, Keeper of Secrets, ready to ask the question that burns my lips ever since it existed in my mind. I bow before thee, Keeper of Secrets, ready to know what you know. »

« Then speak son of Death. I am all ears. » The Keeper asked, moving their crooked fingers to encourage the young god to come closer. Tenebrae cleared his throat and looked up to the Keeper.

« I want to know how to kill my father. »

« You cannot. » -The answer was dry. Lux slowly came to her senses and held onto her dress as she knelt. She was too late, Tenebrae had asked his question. It made her groan and she rubbed the back of her neck.

« I can't? » He blinked and straightened up. He put his hands on his waist.

« Yes. You cannot kill a deity like Death or Life. You can't kill Time or Fate. You can't even kill me. When I am on Earth. However, do not look disappointed, child. There is an answer to your question. You can't kill Death but you can defeat him. »

« How can I defeat him? » His eyes turned fully black as he was now curious about what the keeper would tell him. He realized that it was foolish of him for trying to kill Death because ultimately, Death was needed. Tenebrae didn't even consider Lux who was still sitting on her heels. She was awake enough to listen to the conversation between the two deities...

« A long time ago, long before you were even an idea in your father's mind, a similar ritual was performed. To banish a deity as powerful as your father, you will need the Alpha and the Omega, holding hands. They would chant the sacred spell. 'Together, at last, we will banish thee to the Vanishing Point'. You will need the Alpha and the Omega to have a strong connection, a link that can't be defeated. Only their true affection for one another would create a bond strong enough to lock Death away. »

« What's the vanishing point? »

« I have answered your question. » The keeper's voice boomed through the room.

« No. No, you haven't. You left me with more questions. You left me with--- »

All of a sudden, the pair found themselves in the streets once again. Lux had recovered from the little shockwave caused by their mutual touch and she looked at Tenebrae. He was shocked, his eyes returned to the normal black orbs they were as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He was this close to having all the answers yet he didn't have all of them. Was the Keeper lying? Were they trying to mess with the Prince's mind? He kept in mind the answer but who was the Alpha and the Omega? What was the Vanishing point? The white-haired god didn't even have time to think through that Lux slapped him. She didn't even think twice about doing it. He purposely ignored her pleas, sacrificed her memory in order to ask a selfish question and on top of it all, they didn't even have an answer. They were left with more questions. He took the slap, feeling that he deserved at least this and rubbed his skin with his fingers.

« You asked this stupid question. » She blamed him with. He nodded quietly. « You asked this stupid question and now look where we're at! We don't know more than when we went there. I don't remember you. I don't know who I am. I can't figure anything out. Do you know how it feels?  Of course not! You never had to experience this! » She accused him of.

« I understand why you're upset and I can't say 'sorry' enough. I disagree, however. We know more than when we went there. We know it happened in the past. We know we need the Alpha and the Omega. We know about the Vanishing point. We'll find those answers. »

« How do you exactly plan to find them? By asking your father? » Tenebrae shook his head but didn't dismiss the possibility to ask his father. He first intended to find the Harpies. They raised him and might be more willing than his father to explain the past to him. She sighed, disappointed and upset at him. « That's what I thought. You don't know. »

« I will find the answers, Lux. For both of us. » She sighed again and flinched when he walked closer. He put his hands on her shoulders, relieved that the shockwave they experienced before didn't happen again.

« Convince me then! Convince me because so far, all I see is a selfish prince who lusts after his father's power. I am just an excuse you use to hide behind. » She spat at him. He shook his head and cupped her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.

« It's not true and you know it. I care about you. I have always cared about you because I love you. »

« I don't know what you're talking about. I can't feel it because I can't remember you. Stop.. stop... » She held onto his chest and leaned her head against his. « I just want to remember everything and help my mother. I want to remember you. » She shut her eyes tight. « I want to remember everything. »

« You will. I promise. »

But it seemed more and more that this was a promise he couldn't keep. Or could he?

-TBC-

Doya: Her rage

(Oya)

You wouldn't want to be at the receiving end of her rage. No, not the hot rage that has her scream at you. She would get pissed and yell or fight and then call it a day. No. You wouldn't want to be at the receiving end of her cold rage. The one where she wouldn't say a word and plan your demise. The one where she would hunt you down, give you time to enjoy your life and even plan ahead, dream, maybe, of a future. She would wait until you think you're safe before crushing you into a pile of nothingness or regret.

So don't piss her off.

Soa: (Jess and Asma) Home

// Improvised little short, couldn't help myself when I saw this pic. <3

"Are you going to stare at me without saying a word or are you going to finally talk to me?" Asma asked, her arms wrapped around her legs as she looked up to a slightly bent over Jessica.

Silence. There was silence. Asma was comfortable with silence when it wasn't awkward like this one. Jessica actually had to contain her excitement over seeing her sister. It had been weeks. Circumstances that led her to leave Charming weren't the best and Jessica didn't know how to behave. Should she just let her joy explode or should she comfort Asma? The tattoo artist had just sent a text saying she was in town without any detail so it left the brunette confused.

"Jessica?! I'm serious, come on. Say something. I'm just right here."

"I see you." Jessica finally said, her voice trembling as she was still unsure of how to welcome her sister back. "Are you..."

"I'm alright. I'm alright. God, yes, I should have told you that I was fine when I was coming back. I got distracted." She said, holding onto her legs tighter. Jessica furrowed her brows and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm alright Jess, I promise. Mom's alive and she's being taken care of."

"Are you sure?" She asked again before she ran her hand through her hair. Asma didn't seem to be lying -and she was bad at it anyway- so she relaxed.

"Come sit next to me, Jess. I haven't seen my sister in a long while and all I really want is you... to sit your ass next to me and wrap your arms around my shoulders."

"So.. a hug?" She grinned and removed her boots before she sat next to Asma.

"Duh!!"' Asma happily sighed when Jessica wrapped her arms around her shoulders and put her hands over the brunettes. "There you go. I didn't sleep enough, so I'm exhausted, nothing more." She made herself comfortable and closed her eyes.

"I can tell."

"Were you and Jax making another baby when I was out?" She asked, eyes still closed. Jessica laughed and shook her head.

"No. I think we're fine with three kids."

"Say that to your vagina. You keep fucking like rabbits! if you end up pregnant again, I will Nelson you so fucking hard." She said, referring to the infamous "Ahah!" Simpson kid.

"Don't you dare! I will stop teaching you how to properly shoot if you try that!" She fake-warned her, making Asma laugh. "I'm serious aha. I would stop it and you would be stuck with a water gun instead."

"Nah...not a chance haha but seriously..you and Jax..it's like fatal attraction. You are drawn to each other like moths to a flame and it's..."

"I love it."

"I love it too. Don't you remember? I ship you!"

"As I you.. with Tig. He spent the whole two weeks asking for you. I'm pretty sure you're getting great sex tonight."

"Well....I'm glad you approve of him then. Cause, /I/ am getting great sex tonight." She chuckled and bit her thumb. "I love him...I can't describe it. We've been talking about so much and yet I still can't find the words.I love him... I'm addicted to him...He might even come back with bruises tomorrow."

"No???" Jessica laughed and planted several kisses on Asma's forehead.

"Yes!" They laughed and Asma turned around so she could wrap her arms around Jessica's waist and lean into her chest.

"I have missed you... You know that?" The queen said, holding her sister in her arms. "I now realize just how much I have."

"I have missed you too...But I'm back now. Back in town... back in business...I'm home." She closed her eyes and slowly drifted back into sleep.

"You're home.." She repeated and kissed her temple one last time before she quietly helped her lay comfortably on the bed.

-TBC-

Chronicles of the Primeval gods : The chess master and the King (Ayasha and Ishtar)

A/ N: These two !!! it's taking place right after Ishtar confronted leviathan. He stormed straight into Ayasha's private room to argue with her. Of course, on the verge of having her true intentions revealed, Ayasha had to play her older brother like a damn fiddle to maintain her lie.  

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Since Ayesha received the visit of the black butterfly, she had not been able to rest her mind. It was widely accepted that the black butterflies were messengers of Death and meant that either the person who was visited or one of their relatives would die. Leviathan was supposed to meet and fight Pride, which meant that he had everything against him. Ayasha didn't forget that the Sin was actually the most powerful of them all and could win. He would win and he would get the dagger of Fate and set Elpis free. Ayasha dreaded Elpis because she was powerful and unpredictable. She was like a grain of sand that got stuck in a well-tuned machine and had to be taken out. The blonde goddess couldn't predict that Elpis would be strong enough to scratch her seal, thus making everybody who once knew her, forget about her. Had she predicted it, it wouldn't have induced a rebellion from their brothers and sisters. They remembered everything. They remembered how Elpis was stabbed and how Ishtar seized power by killing their father, Khaos. They remembered that Ayasha was next to him and a few of them remembered her concealed cruelty. She could not have it.

The goddess of knowledge grew frustrated with the stale situation she found herself in. Nothing was improving, nothing was changing. There was some sort of status quo because Pride had not challenged Leviathan yet. It made her walk in circle, growl and trash her private quarters because she couldn't do anything, aside from searching for her dear sister. With the powerful magic in place, keeping her from being noticed by the goddess, locating Elpis' vessel became a very difficult task, which was noticed by Ishtar himself. Hence why he went on Earth to confront Leviathan about his task and hence why he came back angry, maybe even more than usual. She heard him almost break the front door of her quarters as he stormed into it, his eyes injected with blood, his hair electric, his eyes shooting lightning bolts from where he stood. He was even more massive than usual. He growled lowly, expressing his frustration at the conversation he just had with their brother.

« Ayasha. » His voice boomed through the room, forcing her to recoil in order to pretend she was scared of him.

«Brother... To what do I owe your visit? »

« Leviathan. » She furrowed her brows but didn't move from the bed she was sitting on. Isthar was still fuming but he kept himself in check, his hand still holding the handle of his sword. « I have met him today. »

« Why would you do such a thing? » She asked, her voice trembling.

« I needed to have answers as to why it was taking this long. I would like to crush the rebellion and ensure none of our siblings want to contest my legitimacy. He has not found Elpis yet nor did he fight the SIN. »

« I know. It's taking a while because the sin still has to handle issues with his own siblings. He will find the time to fight Leviathan and he will perish, I can assure you. »

« Can you? » His voice boomed again, making the walls of her private quarters shake. « Can you assure me that Elpis would be gone for good and the sins wouldn't be a threat? »

« ... » She looked at him, her green orbs glowing brightly before she sighed deeply and stood up. He was unhinged given the fact he had started to walk in circles again. « Brother mine... » Her voice tried to sound as soft as possible, she made herself smaller, delicate and fragile to appease his eye. She wouldn't fight him, not yet, not when he could very much kill her if he wanted to. Ishtar was more powerful than Ayasha but she was more clever than him. « I know you're upset because Leviathan is quite arrogant. »

« He told me that he should have been king instead of me. He had always wanted the throne but he wasn't as strong as I was. He wasn't as clever as you were. »

« Yes... yes he is beneath us Ishtar and you know it. » She tried to touch his strong arm but her brother shrugged her hand off of him. «Brother? »

« He did say some truth. I believe he knows you eventually better than I do. » -Her face became somber as she listened the god of war speaks.

« What did he tell you? » For the trained ear, Ayasha's frustration could have been picked at this exact moment. She was unable to fake her annoyance at Leviathan trying to thwart her plan and break her manipulation of Ishtar. Fortunately for her, her older brother couldn't notice the nuances in her voice.

« He told me that you are the one pulling the strings. He hinted at me being manipulated. » He drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed it at Ayasha's heart. His eyes were still full of anger and mistrust and threatening her with his sword was one of Ishtar's way to find out the truth. If she was lying, then she would panic and beg for mercy. If she was saying the truth, then she wouldn't be afraid of him. That was his logic. «  I have to ask Ayasha when you suggested I killed the All-father, was it because you wanted power? When you asked me to kill Elpis, was it because you were jealous of her? »

Ayasha flinched but quickly faked a disgusted expression to take him further away from the truth. Power was her motivation, ultimate power she couldn't achieve by fighting herself. Her eyes grew wide but she didn't step back or beg for mercy. Instead, she decided to pretend she felt insulted by his words and traced the flat of the blade with her fingers. Her golden locks fell onto her shoulders and supple breasts, barely hidden by the white dress she was wearing and she slowly took a step forward, having the sword poke against the skin of her chest. Ishtar furrowed his brows, confused by her reaction. He dropped his sword and leaned against her vanity with one arm. She took a step forward, taking advantage of the situation to hammer in his head that she was his one true ally.

« Are you going to believe someone who has always been jealous of you, Brother? Leviathan has always sought power. He hates you and wants to set us apart so you would be weakened and without an ally. All I have done was to give you my support. All I have ever done was in order to help you, Brother...I even let you stab Elpis » -She planted that seed inside of him, allowing Ishtar to take the blame for what happened to Elpis while it was her who suggested the idea and orchestrated things to happen that way.-

« I don't know what to do... I don't know who to trust. » Ayasha rubbed his arm with her soft hand and leaned her head against his strong chest. « Ayasha... »

« I am here Brother. I am here... I have always been on your side. Elpis was a threat to all of us with her romance. She refused to see the wrong in her actions and refused to let go of that love. Father adored her, he refused to punish her for her crimes and couldn't understand that you saved us when you cursed her. He couldn't see that. I stood by you, after what you did. » -She insisted again, hammering the idea that it wasn't her fault and he should take the blame alone thus playing with his guilt and making it easier for her to manipulate him-

« Why, Ayasha? I need to understand... Why did you do such a thing?  Look at all you've lost because you followed me? » She would have smiled if she could but refrained from doing so. Instead, the goddess of knowledge cupped his cheek and pressed her lips against his.

« I love you. I have always loved you, Brother. Call me a fool for believing in Sitaa's impassionate discourse on Love. Call me a fool for wanting to build a life with you. I do not fear life by your side. I do not fear much by your side...this is why I'm here.... following you whatever you take, helping you when you need me...loving you when no one does. »

She pulled away, feigning being ashamed of her own words before he cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers, claiming Ayasha with each kiss he gave her. He grabbed her by the waist and summoned his armor off so she could wrap her arms around his broad shoulders. As he kissed her neck, she looked at the bed and smiled to herself. She won that battle and regardless of the outcome, she would win the war too.

-TBC-

SoA: Her name (Tig and Asma)

A/ N: I love these two okay? (All usual disclaimers)

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«Asma! »

There was something in the way he said her name, a little change of tone that could say a thousand things. When Tig was upset with her, he would say her name in such a harsh and dry way that it would sound like a whip in the wind. It was unpleasant, dry, almost as if she was at the receiving end of that whip. It happened the most when the two of them were fighting, which quickly happened when Asma noticed Tig's bruises and cuts from his club activities. She had to stomach the fact he was hurt and could be in worse shape. She had to accept that he could die at any given time and she had to be prepared for it. It just didn't work the way it should. She still hated the sight of his blood. He was aware of that but that didn't prevent him from being upset at her whenever she brought his job back and her concerns. He would rather have Asma jealous of the girls he might encounter and afraid he might cheat on her rather than her being scared for his life. It made him feel angry, and upset at his own choice of life and it did hurt to see her worried about him. He wanted to protect her from the life he was leading and by not telling her the details of his business, he kinda was.

« Asma. »

There was something in the way he said her name, a little change of tone that could say a thousand things. When they were cuddling at night, he would often purr her name in her ear. He would take his time to pronounce it and the sound he would make would be round, rich, and warm. It was extremely pleasant, as pleasant as if he was stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. It was a caress, a hug, or maybe even just a kiss on her cheek. It was tender and soft and she enjoyed the way he was saying it. Usually, Tig would call her « Bella ». It was a nickname that came to his mind. At first, it was a joke, one of those « worst pick-up lines» one could come up with and naturally it evolved into something else. Tig had watched her from afar when they first met, they didn't even talk to one another. He just watched her and Jessica ride their bikes and show off those Sunday afternoons and he would call her « Bella » just to catch her attention and make her smile. It worked just fine, it always made her smirk at him. The nickname became something more when they started to date. « Bella » calmed Asma. It made things solemn, more casual. It made things a little more special between the two of them. It made things normal, so yes, he did call her « Bella », with that rich and smooth tone of his, to let her know everything was alright and he was happy. Because he was.

« Asma... »

There was something in the way he said her name, a little change of tone that could say a thousand things. When they were making love, regardless of the place and time, he would groan her name. It was the sound she loved the most because it varied. It could be breathless when she would work her muscles to entrap his cock inside of her soft wet walls. It could be a groan when he would hit the bottom of her cunt and relish in the sensation of being so deep inside of her. It could be passionate when they would bruise their lips while kissing each other, almost as if he would miss the train if he didn't say her name. It would be fast, sometimes he would even eat half the name in his hurry to say it, to let her know he was in the moment with her. It could also sound desperate, especially when he was getting close to his release and he simply needed to call her name, to make sure she was real and by his side and he wasn't caught dreaming again. The way that moved her the most, was when they were both taking their time. It wasn't the rush to the finish line, it was just the two of them enjoying one another at a slow and delicious pace. Alex would take his time staring at the pink-haired beauty. He would take his time watching her face contort with sheer pleasure and he would have an epiphany at this exact moment. He was lucky, he was happy, he was in love and vulnerable. There was no hiding or pretending, there was just the two of them, and the way he said her name at this exact moment felt like a communion.

« Asma... »

It felt like an « I love you. ».

And it was.