SOA: You made me cry

SoA! : You made me cry.

// <3 <3 somehow found myself thinking of you. <3 love you 

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The carnival was a success, truly it was. Everyone was enjoying each other, everyone was living their life as if nothing had just happened. Nothing happened?... nothing happened? That was a pure line of bullshit. Everything happened! Not so long ago, Jessica had been missing. Nobody knew where she went, nobody knew if she was alive. Everyone tried to keep it together, pretend everything was alright. Opie lied to Asma's face several times, sometimes he even added a smirk just so she would calm herself down. She understood why they did it, but her guts were telling her otherwise. Her eyes were telling her otherwise. Jax was.

For weeks she watched the King of Samcro decompose himself. He was driven mad with anguish and fear for his wife. Was she even alive? would she come back unharmed? Last time she had gone away was when a sick fuck kidnapped her. He still remembered the days spent at the hospital, walking in a circle, praying she would wake up, hoping he wouldn't have to tell his sons that their mom, this new woman they had welcomed into their young lives was dead. Asma vividly remembered those days, for she forced herself to go to the ether-smelling, dreadful place the hospital was. Akin to another dimension, she felt time goes slowly, excruciating minutes spent in vain, each of these filled with hope and fear of seeing a doctor or a nurse come and bring bad news. She still remembered how livid and unhinged Jax was back then. How he was when Jessica was missing.

And here he was, pretending that nothing had happened. Here he was, pretending he wasn't affected by his wife's disappearance and suddenly come back. Did it matter? it had to matter at some point. Asma knew it couldn't just go away because they ate candy and rode cartwheels. but fuck it was needed. Today, of all days, was a well deserved nice day and they had earned their joy, their smiles, their happy sighs and kisses. Asma's stomach was still tight, heavy as if she had a brick inside of it. Each and every time she saw the King walk past her and Alex, she remembered how he felt when Jessica was outside. He was nothing but a shell of a man. She could still hear his footsteps as he walked in a circle, the sound of his fists hitting the walls, the sound of his screams after he heard from Brad or got a brief call from Jessica. She remembered his face, pale as the moon, his eyes injected with blood, his fists red from the punches he gave earlier. She remembered her own fears.

Her relationship with the king was a nice one. When Jessica was around and he wasn't worried, Jax was charming. He was teasing Asma and Tig, he was really fun to be around. Because Tig opposed filling-in Asma about the club's activity, and Jax wouldn't anyway, Jax never truly explained what he was doing, they kept it civil, light-hearted, innocent almost. The only moment things became a little heavier was when Asma wrongfully texted him instead of Jessica, a year or so ago when she drank on the anniversary of her sobriety. it brought them closer, they truly became friends on that night so she always expected things to go a certain way. At least, with Jax. But when Jessica went missing, he wasn't pleasant at all. He tried his best to keep his tone even, to tone down his anger and his fear but he couldn't. He was transparent and she read him loud and clear. she knew something was up which made his refusal to talk about Jessica's case even worse.

He made Asma cry. That's what Jax did. He was the very first reason she picked up something was wrong. Jessica not texting back happened, she knew that, but to have Jax this worried about his wife told everything Asma needed to know without Jax saying a word. And because he remained silent, she was upset with him. How could he do that to her? how could he leave her in the dark? how could he make her cry like that? She wanted to be mad, and she somehow was. She somehow wanted Jax and her to sit and talk about what happened but decided against it. If anything, Jax was blindsided here. If anything, Jessica had to do the explaining. If anything, she should... oh fuck.. no..let it rest, Asma, let it go. She rubbed her belly, as anguish overwhelmed her guts but was distracted when Tig wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pressed his lips to hers. Now wasn't the time to be angry. now wasn't the time to be upset. now was just the time to rejoice and celebrate.

Now...

Oya : 20 stitches.

Oya: 20 stitches.

A/ N: I just love them. <3 just musing around.

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Sandy Blue Motel, Sunday, 10 pm

Oya sat on her motel bed and leaned against the headrest. Her hazel eyes averted from her stitched leg to the phone on the mattress. No calls. No texts. Sam and Dean were working a case and since they left the bunker, they had not texted Oya or called her. She furrowed her brows and bit her bottom lip, curious, even worried about these two because she didn't know what was going on. She rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling, her fingers still tapping against the soft warm skin of her arms. They were okay! They had to be. If anything had happened to them, Castiel would have told her already. He would have found her at the other end of the World just to make sure she was safe. No Castiel, all good news... or were they? It had been a while since she heard from the angel. What was he up to? Was he safe? She had no idea and it didn't sit well with her. Oya hated not knowing. It made her feel vulnerable. It made her make mistakes when she was hunting. The fresh scar on her leg was a silent reminder of how careless she was tonight and how vulnerable she still was.

«Damnit! Why don't you text me? » -She growled to herself, her eyes still staring at the black screen of her phone.- « Please be safe. » She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her legs. « Please be... » Her phone rang.

For a brief second, Oya's heart stopped beating. She hoped that it was one of the Winchesters who called her or even Castiel should he be on Earth. Her hopes quickly vanished when she read the name on the screen. « Sarah Thomas. ». Her smile dropped and she bit her bottom lip with frustration. Sarah wasn't the problem, she was one of Oya's very few childhood friends in America. She was a friend and under any other circumstances, the African hunter would have been happy to hear from her, but not now, not when she was worried as all hell. She grabbed the phone, contemplated not answering the call and rolled her eyes at herself for thinking like this. It last at least a solid minute before Oya answered her call. What was this important to have Sarah call her?

«Oya? » The blonde woman heard a sigh over the phone and knew her friend was listening. « Oh come on. It's been a freaking while. Is this how you're greeting me? »

« No, no I'm sorry. I'm a bit anxious that's all. Is there something wrong ? » the painkillers she took for her leg were wearing off, which made her wound sting and Oya snarl.

« There you go. You're always worried. I've never seen you this worried since... » She stopped and cleared her throat. « I wanted to thank you for what you said months ago. You were right, when dad died I felt guilty for leaving the hunter's life behind me. When you came to the USA and I got to see you in action, I felt ashamed and my guilt just became stronger. I wanted to risk my life again. And if you weren't there, Oya, I would have died like an idiot. I would have. » She put her hand over her mouth and sobbed against it. Oya heard the noise and sighed again. She rolled her eyes, the sting on her leg made her snarl and bit her bottom lip harder.

« Sarah. You don't have to thank me. It's what I do, I knock senses into people minds. » Oya chuckled and scratched her arm. « If we're saying thank you, then I shall thank you too. »

« Why is that?  Are you okay? You do sound very worried. »

« I'm fine. It's just... I wasn't sure I wanted to come back and see you, Sarah. When I arrived, I had the choice to reach out to you first.... but I didn't. It was too much for me. I haven't seen you and Josh since your father died and I didn't keep in touch. I was ashamed too. I was envious. I was a mess. »

« Shut up. You're not! » -Sarah disagreed and shook her head over the phone.-

« I was. I am. My family died and I couldn't help but think it was because of me. My brother would have been safe if I didn't push him away. My mother wouldn't have been killed by the Asanbosam if my brother had not been possessed. My father wouldn't have cancer because of grief. I did this. I felt like it when I came to the USA. I couldn't, in all good faith, curse you too. » She choked up. « And yet, you reached out to me, you never gave up on me. Not even when I went to the Winchesters and you realized I was in the country. Not even when I said they were my home. I love you, Sarah... »

« I know, and you love them too. » Sarah's voice softened over the phone. « I know that. »

Oya had always been a complicated soul. She never quite knew how to express her feelings, her true feelings. When Fabrice started to take his distance, she didn't know how to react. She didn't know how to express her feelings, so she kept it to herself. She bottled her emotions and it destroyed her. Sarah knew that the Oya who came to the USA right after her family was murdered would be akin to a cornered predator. She would need time to heal, time to rebuild herself and that was what the Winchesters gave her. In the beginning, Sarah felt betrayed. She didn't understand why Oya loved the Winchesters or even considered them as her home but it became crystal clear later on. The way Oya spoke of Dean, the sparkles in her eyes as she said his name or talked about their cases betrayed her feelings for the hunter. Dean found his way into Oya's heart.

Sarah, at first, was worried because she knew the reputation Dean had. Many admired the Winchesters and respected them in the Hunter community. But word got around that they were complicated and emotionally stunted. They were all about business, all about saving people and they were, as some speculated, alone. Why would Oya crash against such a hard brick wall? Yet, from the way she was speaking about the brothers, something clearly was different from the legends and rumors about them. Oya felt grounded. She felt understood. She felt at home. They were her home.

« I love you. I love Josh. I really do. It's just... » -She took a deep breath and ran her hand over her neck. Her lovely accent was a little heavier as panic set in.-

« You don't have to explain yourself, Oya. I know you love us. I know you love the Winchesters. I know you worry about Dean too. »

« Have you seen him when he's got an idea in mind? He's very stubborn. He could throw himself into the void should it save the world...or Sammy... » -Oya shrugged and ran her hand through her black locks.-

« ….Or you. » Sarah added, tilting her head to the side. She tucked some blonde locks behind her ear. « Is this what you're worried about? That Dean sacrifices his life for you? »

« Pretty much yeah... » She sighed and closed her eyes. « But I'd do the same for him too. We know that. He knows. » Oya added and laid on her side. She looked at the ceiling. « That's what we do, Sarah. We sacrifice our lives for the greater good. He hasn't sent an update today. It's been a few days since the last time he did and I don't know how he's doing right now. He could be dead for all I know. »

« Wouldn't you know already if he was? What do your guts tell you? » Sarah's voice softened up as she heard the muffled sob Oya tried to cover up.

« He's alive. Sammy and he are doing okay. Since when do I feel this emotional about someone, Sarah? How did I not see it coming? »

« Are you asking me why you chose Dean? » A soft chuckle crossed the blonde's lips. « Or are you asking me why you're reckless when you're worried? I am sure you're in a bad shape right now. » -She wanted to distract her friend and it worked pretty well since Oya's tone shifted-

« Yeah. I've been roughed up pretty badly today. A witch, at that.» -Oya rolled her eyes

« How bad ? » inquired her friend who lifted a brow.

« 20 stitches. Not the worst case though. But 20 fucking stitches and my leg hurts like hell. »

Sarah chuckled again and gently tried to comfort her friend. The cat was out of the bag, Oya expressed how upset she was because she didn't hear from the Winchesters. She distracted the ebony hunter for a while, focusing her attention on her wound and the case she worked on. It brought a smile back on Oya and helped calm her down to the point that she could sit back up and against the headrest. It was fine, everything was fine and Dean was alright. Sam was alright. Her family was alive and well. She smiled to herself, as Sarah was now talking about her daughters. Her family was doing alright and the girls were growing up happy and safe. Joshua took Oya's advice and his girlfriend came back to him. All seemed to be going well. So much so that Oya realized that it was silly of her to think something bad happened and dangerous for her, because of her recklessness. As the tension disappeared, the blonde woman quietly told her friend.

«  Oya. You really have to be careful when you are out there. You can be very reckless when you're emotional. I know you're worried about Dean. I know you love him. I know that. But you also have people who care for you and you also have people who wouldn't like it if you died because you weren't thinking. »

« I know... »

« Can you promise me you'll be careful? » Oya rolled her eyes and dropped her head a little so her forehead could rest against her knees. «Oya? Please, love. »

« Yes. I promise. I'll be more careful. It would be silly of me to die because I was reckless. »

« Good. I have to go now, but I'll keep an eye on you. I'll call you soon. »

« Alright. I'm looking forward to talking with you. I love you, Sarah. »

« I love you too. » She said as she hung up the phone. Oya rolled her eyes and put her phone on her side. She sighed and tapped her fingers against her legs. She tilted her head and bit her bottom lip harder until she felt her phone ring again. As she looked at it, she saw it was a call from Dean. She quickly took it, without thinking.

« Where the hell have you been ?! You better be fighting Lucifer because if you're not then you'll fight me! »

« Were you worried? » -He teased her. She could hear the smile in his voice and it made her stop and smile.-

« I'm not Dickhead! You know you have to text me once in a while. It's been 4 whole days without hearing from you guys. I was...Don't you ever do that again? » She furrowed her brows.

« There was no signal here bitch! Come on! I'm okay. Sammy and I are okay. I keep my word, I'm checking on you. How are you? » She shook her head and smiled, which he heard in her voice.

« I'm much better now that you're here... Tell me about your case and I'll tell you about mine. »

« Alright then! Buckle up, because what you're going to hear is out of this world! »

-TBC-

Pride x Elpis: Moonlight Sonata

A/ N: <3 Literally just after listening to it! I'm just musing around.

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Elpis heard the sweet sound of piano notes tearing the silence of their penthouse. She woke up alone in their bedroom, with the rich ceiling for her only companion. The sheets had gone cold, which informed the goddess that her lover had left the bed for at least an hour or more. It made her sigh and sit at the edge of the bed. Her thin fingers clenched against the soft silky fabric of their sheets and she furrowed her brows. Why was he so distant? Was it because he was still upset at her words? Comparing him to his older-self was unfair, and she knew it was, but you couldn't exactly ask someone who spent millennia locked into human vessels to forget about their love. It lasted 2000 years, how could she forget this version of Pride? How could she not want to find him again? Shock and glory waltzed when Elpis was set free.

She was both excited and horrified by what she found out once she was released. Her pride, the one and only Pride she ever knew was gone forever. Unmade. Destroyed by Hades not so long after she was cursed. The version of the sin who fell for her was no more and the cold empty Superbia she had before her, didn't feel for her. He didn't know her. The memories he had, memories that came from his older-self embers were nothing but a movie of a life he did not know. So yes, the goddess of Hope was distraught when she was faced with the harsh truth. Distraught and defeated at first. But still, it hurt. She thought that maybe a night outside of the Underworld would change his mind. She was hoping that spending some time together, in their own bubble might actually help them rekindle their connection. It didn't work. Not really. They had a fine dinner, something Pride tolerated because the food was pleasant and they spent most of the time talking about her plan for the Primeval gods. Things were pleasant when he sat next to her and started to acknowledge her presence, things went well until she mentioned his older self. He ended the dinner and left for the penthouse, angry and hurt. Well... as hurt as a sin could be.

Music, however, announced something good. He would play any instruments for her, in the ancient times when mankind was still trying to become something greater. He would play any instruments that had a pleasant sound, on days he didn't feel like talking to the curious young goddess. Music was his way to convey his emotions so she always paid attention. The music he played tonight was filled with anger, and dread. It was anguish made the sound that penetrated her heart and shook it to its core. It was choking her neck, applying such pressure that she had to hold onto her heart and breathe at a steady pace. Then silence...heavy and uncomfortable that prompted the goddess to stand up and wrap a short blue silky bathrobe around her curvaceous body. She left the bedroom to walk towards the living room where she found her beloved. He started another tune, a softer tune. As she walked towards him, the music matched her pace. It was slow and sensual. It was sweet and soft. It was....light and hopeful. Just like her. He was talking to her. Elpis eyes glowed brightly as she finally stood in front of him. Here he was, his eyes burning like two purple flames as he watched her slowly walk towards him. Her ebony hands gently traced the piano and she leaned against it.

« Your music sounds better. » -She greeted with. Pride chuckled to himself and kept playing.-

« I guess I am not angry anymore. » -He grinned at the goddess while his fingers kept hitting the notes.-

« I can hear it. » She whispered, slowly bending forward. « It's been a while since you played an instrument. »

She said, her lips trembled as she wasn't sure of his reaction. He could snap at any moment and the pink haired goddess wasn't sure of how to react, should he snap at her. She twirled her fingers around some of her pink locks and closed her eyes as the sin kept playing for her. The music was still pleasant, calm and relaxed just as their relationship was at this instant. He was petty, for sure, but also unpredictable. He took his time to think about his situation with Elpis and understood that she needed time to adjust to this new reality. She didn't mean to hurt him, he knew and their argument didn't make her leave his sides either. So he decided to let her know he wasn't mad at her. He shifted on his seat, giving some space for the ebony goddess to sit on. As she did, Elpis felt relieved. The Sin had invited her near him and the way he was playing betrayed how open he felt at this instant. His anger truly was gone.

« Pride... Are you... Are you still ma-- » He shushed her with a kiss on her lips. A kiss he stole from her when she wasn't paying attention. His lips felt good against hers, so she returned the kiss without thinking, but it made her heard jump against her ribcage as she quietly shifted her gaze from his face to the piano.

« Shhhh, Elpis, listen. » -There was nothing more to add.-

He focused on the melody he was playing. Inviting, sweet and soft, just like she was. Just like she felt to him. Elpis didn't say a word, instead, she listened to the melody he created for her. She listened to the words he couldn't say. He was curious, she could feel it in her bones. He was confused as well by this person he used to know and remembered but couldn't feel anything for. He was frustrated and upset at all that was taken away from him, but he felt relieved she was still here. He somehow, felt relieved she still felt this way for him. She took a deep breath and looked at him again, her eyes still glowing brightly as she looked at him. Here he was, her beloved. It didn't matter if the one she used to know was long dead and gone. This new version of him still shared the same core. He still was /her/ beloved. She moistened her bottom lip and wrapped her arms around his arm. Pride quietly stopped playing and looked at the goddess.

« Please, don't stop...It's been.. a while. »

« I'd rather talk with you right now since you're awake; » He said, tucking some of her pink locks behind her ear. « I will let it slide this time, but you have to remember that I am not my older self. You cannot ask me to be like him. You cannot expect me to be like him. You can't... »

« I know... I know it's just... I need time Superbia. I need time that's all. » -She admitted with a small voice as her eyes averted from left to right.- « I still feel that I am betraying your older self if I ever... Stop thinking of him. » She confessed while her eyes focused on him again. She bit her bottom lip and quietly dropped her face. Pride cupped her chin and made her look at him again.

« I understand. But you are not betraying Pride for I am Pride. You said you'd always find me, and here's your chance to do so. »

« I know...I will. » She repeated, leaning into his touch as he cupped her cheek and stroked the warm tear that rolled on her cheeks. « I will... »

-TBC-

Doya: conversation with Dean.

(and Oya to Dean) "You know, I never thought I'd get used to sharing someone's bed again and here I am. sharing yours. Despite your terrible singing. let me finish, your terrible singing and your snoring eheheh... I'm still here. I should get paid. Maybe I could have a kiss, and another kiss and maybe a hug? maybe a very tight hug. mmmhhhh maybe I can nibble your neck...trace arabesques on your skin? what?? Do you honestly think I can get sated with you? that I would never ever want to have a bite again? come on Dean. I can never have enough of you. I want you yesterday, today, tomorrow. I want your warmth, I want your weight on top of me. I want to scratch your back, leave my mark on you. I want to say your name. I want to remind you that you're the one I want and chose. I want to remind you that you're beautiful to me and warm, and I feel safe with you. I want to remind you that when you stare at me with your gorgeous green eyes I am weak in the knee! I can't walk, I'm dreaming of you. I want...I want you to know that.. what? why are you looking at me like that?" blushes " pfft, no no no that's not it. well, I can never get enough of you, not just this" touches his arms "not just this " touches his cheek "but I also need this touches his forehead and this "touches his heart I want it all... I want you whole. so yes, I'm hungry.. but hungry for you."

Jaime x Bäahal: The Hand and the Princess

Lord Tyrion noticed how upset the silver princess was whenever Cersei's name was mentioned. Unlike Daenerys, she didn't have to remain stoic whenever war was discussed but for the sake of the council and her sister, she didn't openly react. No. Her hands, however, betrayed her state of mind as she mind-absently played with her daggers in order to keep herself calm. There was no denying in her hatred for the golden lioness, the usurper of the throne and her irritation became even stronger when his brother returned to Cersei. It was bound to happen, she knew it from the moment they met and yet, something happened. Something that changed her perception of the tall blonde knight. Tyrion was cunning, he was very observant and he realized that despite her best efforts, the princess somehow grew a little attached to his brother. She seemed to see something about him that nobody seemed to see. Jaime was not the monster they made him be, Tyrion should know, he was the brother of a monster.  Jaime was good, although misguided, passionate and hopelessly in love with a  master manipulator who was ruining his life. Maybe it was too late to save his brother, maybe it wasn't, but Lord Tyrion had to make a choice. 

He chose Daenerys and while he still cared for his family, he chose the silver-haired queen. He tried to talk to Bäahal but she seemed to be angry at him too and avoided him for a while. The days before the war against Cersei, the Hand of the queen found the princess in the empty council room and brought her a glass of wine so the two of them could talk. She watched as he put the glass on the table and went to sit on one of the chairs. Her eyes averted from the table to her right, where Lord Tyrion was sitting at. She sighed at him and leaned a little harder on the table. She knew he was going to lecture her. He probably figured out she cared for Jaime and was asking for her loyalty but he didn't have to worry about that part. She was completely devoted to her sister and no one could ever stand between Daenerys and her. Her anger flashed in her eyes and her voice betrayed the thinly veiled emotions she was hiding behind. 

"You should have been honest with me, Lord Tyrion." -She said, eyeing his peace-offering wine but not touching it yet.- "You should have told me what happened to your family. I heard of King Joffrey's death and the trial...What I didn't know about was that you killed your father while you escaped from prison and how much your brother loved your father."

"I didn't need to lose myself in details that were none of your business, princess. I also didn't need to tell you anything about Jaime because I am not him. I told you how I experienced what happened to me. How it felt to be betrayed by the love of your life. How it felt to know she was bought by my father to testify against me. How it felt to come back and realize she fucked your dad too. I was a broken man--"

"We're ALL broken, Lord Tyrion!" The silver princess raised her voice. "We're ALL broken but we deserve the truth. I value honesty. I trust people who are honest with me. You withdrew this information from me and when I tried to help you make up with your brother, I was told the cold truth and it didn't sit well with me."

Lord Tyrion blinked as he didn't expect to hear what she said. Did the princess really try to help him make up with his brother? Did she really try to better his relationship with Jaime when even he didn't ask her for it? He wanted to be upset and his face betrayed his first thoughts but then he realized that she wanted to help him and it softened his features. She was angry and rightfully so. She put her neck out there and was axed by his brother in cold blood -presumably so- Tyrion was a man of many faults and many qualities, however when it came to his family, sometimes he didn't think rationally. How could he when he loved Kyra and Jaime the most? How could he when they were the only people to treat him like a human being and not a beast? 

"I should have. Had I known you would try to speak on my behalf, I would have."

"He was hurt...And seeing him hurt, made me do something I wouldn't have done if I had known the truth."

"What did you do?" Concern laced his voice as he didn't know how far the princess went with the knight. He still had a pretty good idea that she didn't sleep with him, being as closed off as she was, sex was not going to do it unless she was using it to get something. 

".....Your brother figured me out very fast. I didn't plan on feeling sorry for him and yet I did."

"You've been upset lately whenever Jaime is mentioned. Why is that?"

He shifted the conversation to something they both had in mind at the moment. In a way, he was taking the heat off of his shoulders. The princess looked at him and shrugged. She held the glass of wine and started to drink, everything went down in one gulp before she put the empty glass on the table again and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"It is such a waste that he fell in love with Cersei. It is a waste because he returned to her. After all the things he heard, all he witnessed, all he knew...he still went to her. I cannot explain this. I cannot..."

"He's in love, princess. I know you haven't felt this before, but trust me. When you are in love with someone, your rationality flies by the window. The only thing you think of is to be by their sides and protect them."

"Even when they betray you?" She asked again turning on her heels and leaning against the table. She was now looking at Tyrion, still upset but less at him now that curiosity took over. 

"Especially when they betray you. I am sure that if Missandei betrays you, you will still forgive her because you love her. Jaime loves Cersei and this is a bond nothing, not even prophecy could destroy."

"Is it why you try to save them all, even Cersei? Because of Love?"

"Yes." He admitted, taking another sip of wine. "I might hate her, She's still my sister and I would want nothing but to protect her and the child she's carrying."

"You are a very bad liar.  You're doing all of this because of guilt! Not love! You've always felt guilty about killing your own mother." Tyrion's face hardened and he furrowed his brows. "You said so Lord Tyrion, I'm just repeating your own words. You've always felt guilty for causing so much distraught and pain to your siblings, so of course, you took all of their attacks, especially Cersei's vicious ones. You forgave her, you kept on forgiving her until Joffrey was murdered and she finally lashed onto you for the last time. And even when you were waiting for your death after Oberin's defeat, you still couldn't bring yourself to fully hate Cersei, could you?  That's the power she has on all of you. She made Jaime fall in love with her and she made you feel guilty for being BORN!"

"ENOUGH!" Tyrion yelled, unable to keep his composure as the princess kept pushing him to his limits. He knew she was angry at him and was trying to hurt him with her words. He also knew she was right and hit the bullseye. It was guilt, not love that made him try to protect Cersei the way he did. He wanted to show he was a good brother and a rightful Lannister, even now, as he was the hand of a Targaryen. He wanted to make amends with Jaime for what he put him through and the loss of their father. He wanted to be loved by his family and it didn't slip through Bäahal's eyes. However, her anger felt misplaced to him. Why would she take it personally? Why was she so affected by something he didn't tell her because it was none of her business? he scratched his beard and emptied his cup of wine. "Enough princess! You have no right to tell me what I should and what I shouldn't have told you when it comes to my own family. You had no rights to interfere between Jaime and me because you're not a Lannister and it is none of your business. You chose to go there on your own, you chose to bring my name to your lips when you were talking to my brother and I suspect that you are this heated up about Cersei because of Jaime." He snapped at her, making the princess blush and become stiffer than a wooden board.

"What are you talking about? Your brother was simply a man of honour who showed up when your sister ordered her men to stay with her. I thought the least I could do was to thank him for coming."

"Save your lies to yourself, Princess. You are very transparent. My brother troubles you, I can see it. He tends to do that to women and men alike. He tends to do that to people around him. Jaime Lannister...you either love him or hate him but there is no in-between. Judging by how upset you were with me, I'd say it's the former. You fancy him, maybe a lot, maybe a little bit, but you do fancy him. Let me tell you something, Princess Bäahal. You should run in the opposite direction when it comes to Jaime. Don't waste the precious first time of romance in loving my brother. He is like a wall made of stones you will hit if you keep going. You will hit it over and over again, hurt yourself and become miserable because there is no way in this life or another, that my brother would ever return whatever feelings you might have for him. Would he respect you? Probably. Would he ever love you? Never. His heart belongs to Cersei and Cersei alone. My brother has the terrible tendency to be loyal and faithful, so he would never ever touch you, let alone see you.  I am elated to know that you're trying to trust men. It is good for you to see that life keeps going, love can happen. Look at me!" He chuckled darkly. "But a heartbreak is a pain I do not recommend. I haven't healed from the last one I had and look at me." He pointed out as he stood back up and took her empty glass of wine off of the table.  "You deserve better than a life of pain and misery. My brother is nice, but he's not the only good man you will ever cross path with. Don't hurt yourself with him."

"I do not...fancy your brother. I was upset because you didn't tell me the whole truth and I want to trust you, Lord Tyrion. So, from now on, when we talk together, I need the whole truth, not the one you're telling yourself to sleep better at night."

She said as she turned on her heels and escaped from the room. He was right, each and every word he said to her was true and she hated that he snapped at her this hard. He figured her out this quickly and if he could, anyone else could and it became a liability.  she hated that with a just a single glance at her, Tyrion could tell she indeed, felt something for Jaime. It was nothing, a tiny little bit of admiration and eventually, her mind drifted a little towards matters she shouldn't be thinking of, but all of this was nothing. it was just her being overwhelmed since she was free. Yes? yes? Yes! so why were her heart racing and tears rolling down her cheeks and her cheeks burning as if she was caught lying? she hit her heart with her fist and shook her head. Enough! she would make it so that Jaime Lannister would not be a problem anymore. He couldn't be, not when there would be a war against Cersei and him in the upcoming days. She would not hesitate and kill the man should she meet him.  It didn't matter how bitter the taste of it, was on her tongue, she would do her duty, out of love for her sister Daenerys. Out of love, indeed.

-TBC-

Doya : Dance with me.

Doya: Dance with me.

A/ N: When I said I was obsessed with kitchens! My fave ship <3

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Oya looked at her reflection on the mirror of Dean's bedroom. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and a white tank top. Her body had a collection of scars that have all healed. Each and every one of these had a story, like a gunshot wound she had on her right shoulder from the time a cop mistook her for a perp when she was trying to save a couple from a werewolf. Some of them had happy endings, but others left a bittersweet trail behind them. That was what the huge and deep claw marks she had on her arms were. A bittersweet reminder of the night she almost died while facing the monster who slaughtered her family. She was hot-blooded, consumed with revenge and didn't listen to Dean. It could have cost Oya her life but it only claimed her arms. The scar was nasty, as it dug deep into her flesh and could only be hidden with long shirts. For a long while, the small ebony hunter hated them. She would wear Dean shirts and would never remove them when they were intimate because the sight alone made her panic before she was self-conscious about them and didn't think he would want to see her fully naked when she was sporting such ugly markings.

Dean brushed that off, with a simple gesture. When she was reluctant to remove her shirt, he gently convinced her to lose it so he could see her fully. She let it go, anticipating his rejection with each inch dropped but he treated her unexpectedly. He kissed her scars, slowly, while his emerald hues stared at her. He kissed them from the beginning to their end, at her wrists and then kissed her on her lips. Silently, he had accepted her as she was. He had embraced everything about her, from the inability to conceive to the ugly scars on her arms and Oya felt lighter, relieved, liberated. She learned to accept this body of hers, bruised and broken but testifying of her adventurous and complicated life. She was a hunter, after all, a strong hunter and her body told that story. From her toned abs, strong arms and thick legs, she was a fighter. From the scars on her body to the weapons she always carried with her, even when she was wearing little to nothing. The bunker was safe, but that didn't mean it couldn't be breached so she always had to be ready.

Oya was supposed to be on her own today, so she went to the kitchen and heated some of the hot pockets stacked in the fridge. Because the bunker was empty, she did put some loud music, a classic from Jodeci « Freek'n You ». It had all the 90's cheesy and sensuality she enjoyed when she was younger. The song was good, slow dance material, even so, she started to move her body accordingly to the beat. While the hot pocket was heating in the microwave, she was swaying her hips and drew arabesques with her arms, dancing to an imaginary Dean who would have been here and would have watched her while leaning against the kitchen counter. Little did she know that Dean and Sam had just come back from their last hunt and stopped by the kitchen because of the loud music that comes from here. They found Oya lost in her trance, and Sam chuckled, quietly exiting the scene after he patted his brother's shoulder, to give the two lovebirds some intimacy. Oya still had not noticed them, too caught up in the song, holding an empty bottle of water as if it was a microphone. She turned on her heels and nearly fell when she saw Dean, leaning against the counter with a grin on his face. She blushed, because she had been caught, but also because he was there and the song put her in a playful mood. She grinned back at him and moved her hands, inviting him to come closer. He looked at her, at this delicious petite frame wrapped in little to nothing, just a tank top and a pair of boxers that hugged her curves perfectly. He lifted a brow and pointed at himself as if to question Oya's intention -teasingly-. She nodded and he walked towards her, indulging her request. He wouldn't dance, because dancing wasn't his forte, but he wanted to get closer to her and her seemingly good mood too.

« I was just thinking of you. » She said, still swaying her hips as she grabbed his shirt with both hands.

« My sense of timing is always perfect. » -He grinned and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.-

Oya tilted her head to the side, her eyes suddenly lit with a fire he had seen before. She was looking at him sweetly, the same way his mother looked at his father both in Dean's memories but also from the moment he time-traveled to see her and save John. Oya had the same gaze, which he had always noticed. It still had the same impact on him, the jelly in the knees, the warmth in his whole body, the way his face was burning because Oya was looking at him like that never ceased to surprise Dean. He always seized the moment and pressed his lips to hers because it was the only logical thing to do. It also was the only instinctive thing to do, pressing a kiss to her lips, watching her melt by the minute. Oya chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist, keeping him close to her frame as she closed the distance between the two of them. He kept her close and cupped her chin to lift her face up so he could look into her hazel eyes.

« How I have missed this cockiness. The bunker felt empty. » She said, sliding her hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

« Metaphorically or literally speaking? » He lifted a brow and pressed his lips to hers again. Oya chuckled between their lips and shook her head. «What? »

« Am I this transparent? » She asked while the song died and silence quietly settled back into the kitchen.

« The song you were listening to was quite the dead giveaway. » He said in his gruff voice. « But I liked it, care to listen to it a second time? »

« Dean Winchester and R'n'B? Who are you and what have you done to my Dean? » She teased him with, quickly looking at her phone and starting the song again. Dean just chuckled and smiled at Oya who gently said. « Dance with me, Dean. Come on. » as she resumed the gentle sway of her hips. « Just put your hands on my waist Dean, let me guide you. » She instructed and he obliged her requests. He moved his body slowly, the friction between the two felt good, maybe too good since he lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen's counter. Oya giggled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. « I have missed you... okay? I have. » She said, furrowing her brows while she searched his emerald gaze. Their eyes met and he cupped her cheek.

« I know. » Was all he said, knowing full well what she truly meant. « I have missed you too. » He only had the time to say before she pressed her lips to his, demanding, needing more from the hunter who ran his hand under her tank top to stroke the warm skin of her back. « I have missed you too. »

He repeated while she licked his lips to seek entrance. He let her deepen the kiss while he set himself in between her legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing her petite body against his harder and bigger frame. She ran her fingers into his dirty blonde hair and gently scratched the skin there. Oya smiled between their lips, enjoying the taste of his tongue as they were making out in a hurry. He had been away for more than a week and she had no time for pleasantries anymore.

« I suggest we take our dance elsewhere, Dickhead. » She moaned in his ear, while her lips kissed his neck and shoulder. Dean grunted and nodded.

« I agree, bitch. Let's take it to our room. » He lifted her up again, this time making sure she had wrapped her legs around his waist so he could carry her more easily. The older brother took the ebony hunter to their bedroom, all the while enjoying the attack on his neck and shoulder by her lips and closed the door behind her. It was a happy day, indeed.

-TBC-

SoA: Charming Carnival

(SoA: Charming Carnival)

A/N: Tig's being cockblocked I know lol

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A day off? Tig and Asma welcomed the suggestion when Jessica told them they were all going to the carnival. The blue-eyed biker didn't mind a little bit of fun, especially not after the whole year ran a train on them. From the deals they had to reluctantly accept to the moments Jessica got shot at, tortured, or kidnapped, SAMCRO and the Knights all needed a break and some fun. So he didn't even think twice when Jessica said « Carnival ». Asma tagged along, as she always did and looked peculiarly cute with her fall attire. A lovely summer dress with a nice cardigan. She looked like those pinups from the 50's, complete with the hairdo, which looked nice with his bike. They joined the others a little later because Asma felt like fooling around with him a little longer but they got there in time, finding the rest of their family waiting for Jax and Jess to come back. Tig took the opportunity to turn around and look into the young woman's eye. Their own ride had not been an easy one either. Not so long ago they were arguing because Asma wanted to know more about the club. She was adamant about being let in which he was reluctant to agree to. He cupped her cheek with his large hand and stroked it gently. Asma eyes looked at him, questioning his gaze as she didn't understand the silence that had settled between the two of them. Well, silence, it felt like it because she had tuned out of the humdrum of the place. Adults and children were screaming alike, balloons were popped, people were kissing but it all became a white noise at the back of her head because the only thing she was focused on was Alex.

« Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my fucking face or what? » -She teased, her voice distracting him for a while and making the old man grin.-

« You don't.... yet. » She curbed a brow and chuckled.

« Please! You're being corny! » -He grinned at her- « Alex...I'm serious. » She said again, taking her time to repeat the words as he had wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Asma gasped and gently rubbed his arms, over the fabric of his jacket.

« I'm just one lucky bastard. That's what I've been thinking of. » He admitted, the hand on his cheek stroked the soft and warm skin of her face.

« You only say that because I'm not up all of your business. Wait until I am. » She grinned and planted a kiss on his lips. « We're good Alex. We're good, okay? » She pursed her lips and pushed herself on her toes so she could steal a kiss from him, but Alex pulled away, making her groan in annoyance.

« What do you want to do? I'd say.....Shooting booth! I want to win something for you. They always have a bear or some shit like that. »

« You're going to cheat! You're a pretty good shot! You're going to drain them of their money. » She laughed as he scooped her over, his hands on her ass to help her keep her balance while she wrapped them around his waist and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. « Ahahah, put me down, you savage! »

« You want to be down? You know the price, right? »

Before they could kiss, they were interrupted with a very loud Opie who was smacked by Lyla for being, well, an obnoxious kid as always. Asma laughed and shook her head. Piepie always did something like that. He would make anyone blush with his very crude remarks and kids be damned if they were around him. Because of him, Ava's first word was « fuck » and because of him, she was sure Abel and Thomas would learn a few things way too early for their age. It made her roll her head and close her eyes as she enjoyed the warm wind that blew into her hair. Jax came back with the queen and gave all the tickets he bought to Opie, forcing Tig to put Asma back on the floor and run towards Opie to get his share. Once secured, he grabbed Asma's hand and walked further into the carnival, searching for the shooting booth. She looked at him from behind, enjoying the sight of his nice ass and whistled.

«What? »

« Nice ass! » She said with a grin. Tig faked to be outraged and gave her a sly grin.

« Why thank you! You like the view? » -He shook it a little, which made her laugh and shake her head. « What? »

« I don't know, I could slap it. » She moistened her lips and stopped walking. He lifted a brow, his baby blues stared at the small black woman who was staring at him as if he was the Mona Lisa or some shit like that. She seemed relaxed, which, frankly, he had not seen her be in several weeks so it made his heart feel warm. She seemed to have regained some colors since Jessica had returned and it felt good to see. Jessica was Asma's whole world and he realized that there would be a moment she would have to know what exactly is going on with her sister. He knew she had decided to downplay her anger and worries when he asked her not to put her concern back on the table and it only was a matter of time before she exploded if he didn't at least give her something to chew on. For now, everything was good and Alex wanted to enjoy the moment of peace they just had. Her smiles, her laughter, her warmth. He wanted it and even more, so he turned on his heels and walked towards her, slowly, before he wrapped his arms around her shoulders while she wrapped her around his waist. She cooed against him and pushed herself back on her feet.

« Kiss me. » She whispered, ready to romance his mouth like the Ryan Gosling's memes. And he wanted to kiss her back, indulge her request, press his rough lips against the soft and sugary lips of his Bella and show the world that he loved her and would not let any other scumbag lay one hand on her. Their lips were almost about to touch when a group of kids ran next to them and distracted Asma and Tig. They were joining the growing line waiting at the shooting booth and made Tig groan as the kids were too young to watch adults explicitly kiss. Asma groaned but opted to just hug and lean against Tig.

« Eeewww icky! Kisses are icky! » Said one of them, but his older sister shook her head and replied « No. It's romantic! When people love each other they kiss! Like, mom and dad! Nobody likes you so nobody will kiss you ! » the little boy started to cry. « You're lying! You're lying! » Asma chuckled and looked at Tig who had wrapped his arm around her shoulders and entwined his fingers with hers.

« I wasn't kissed since we got there. » He complained. « We're always interrupted. »

« I guess you'll have to earn a kiss. I think it can be fixed if you win me something and if you win me many things, I promise you I will fuck you so good you won't remember your name tomorrow. » She wiggled her brows.

« I won't remember my name tomorrow? » He purred at her suggestion, enjoying the sound of her promise. Asma picked that up and added quietly.

« If you ever wake up. » She trailed off, wiggling harder before she looked in front of them and waited for the line to shorten.

"Then I will win everything!"

It was a good day, a simple day that was quite rare for the boys and the girls of this big messed up family. They were taking the best of this moment, eating at it as if it was their last meal.

-TBC-