Pride and Elpis : purple gaze to golden orbs

Purple eyes to golden orbs. Alabaster hands to ebony skin. Pride knew what he was doing. He was a son who took everything but he also was very capable to give. He rewarded loyalty. He rewarded the good deeds. He rewarded the goddess with his special attention. With his hands playing with the most sensitive spots of her body. How she loved him! How she loved when he was playing with her nerves and turned her roars into submissive purrs. She was craving Pride. She was craving for his lips on the crook of her neck,

For his hands kneading her sensitive breasts and pulling onto her nipples. She was craving for his tongue on her clit, driving her out of her mind as he would taste her juices and make her squirm beneath him.
Pride was good.

Pride was unfair too. He would turn the goddess into a puddle of nerves, using her soft and sensitive skin to his advantage, making her sing the song of passion and beg for more. Ah, he loved it when she begged. The goddess did too. She had always tried to hold
Her own against

Her siblings, she has always dreamed of being in charge and yet, with Pride she was willing to lose herself into him because she trusted him. Pride would always help her find herself when they were done. He would always make sure she is alright and satisfied. Yes, because it couldn't be otherwise. She had to be left empty of any remaining desire. He would have to quench her thirst and satiate her hunger of him and he always did. Pride was good. Purple eyes to golden orbs. She would never take her eyes off of him, not even when her body was giving up to the pleasure he gave her. He has to see what he was doing to her. He had to understand her cravings for him. And he did."

Elpis x Pride: He would reclaim me

"He would reclaim me, but I know deep down that it is out of pettiness. He would take me back like a stolen property. He would break my curse and set me free from my human vessel to teach his enemies a lesson. There he was, my stubborn selfish king in all of his glory. There he was, just as I remember him on the first day we met. Part of me refused to believe he had forgotten our bond and wouldn't remember how close to each other we were. Part of me refused to let go of our past despite knowing full well that this Pride was gone. There was nothing of the creature he became after he got to know me. There was nothing if not small embers still burning.

He was capable of growth, he was capable of doing good deeds. Of course, he was an asshole, there was denying of it, there was no "changing him". I wasn't looking forward to turning him into what he wasn't. however...There was still room for me to grow in his heart. There was still a place I could have. Deep down I knew he might not make a queen out of me, but I wanted to be. I wanted to be...

I was dreading the reunion, but at the same time, I couldn't wait to be reunited with my beloved. I had enough love for the two of us. I could fill in the holes, make our bond strong again. Build on the loyalty towards him that he recognized and appreciated. I could show him the goddess I was, the glory and beauty he had not known. I could show him I was worthy of his attention and care...Or maybe, I could just simply be. I didn't know, I don't know.

I was confused, consumed with pain and rage, both so intense and fighting inside my heart. I knew I was looking for some comfort, the idea that no matter what I lost, I still had an anchor to this reality. I still had someone. I still had him. and I do. I have and I will."

doya: thanksgiving

"Thanksgiving isn't a holiday we celebrate in Cameroon, so it isn't something I am looking forward. My mom always told me that we shouldn't need a special day to tell someone we care for them. I've always found this American holiday to be a solid excuse for me to pig out, eat all I could without caring about unbuttoning my pants.

They're not big on holidays, the Winchesters that is. If it wasn't for me pressing them about my birthday or my anniversary or Christmas we would not celebrate anything. I don't blame them...Celebrating holidays is an open door to memories, but for Dean and Sam, those memories would remind them of all they lost, of those who were gone. They couldn't open this can of worms so they never celebrated holidays...except Christmas or my birthday.

But for some reason, I heard a nice lady talk to her kids and asked them to list what they were grateful for this year. The answers were funny, moving even and they prompted me to look at Dean who was checking his phone. I smiled to myself and gently wrapped my arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against his chest. I was thankful for him, as simple as it was. I was thankful for everything I could have, in this hell hole of a life."

SoA: The proposal

SoA: The proposal

A/ N: oh, what am I going to do with these two? Of course, this one goes a lot deeper than it seems. The background music is « All of me » by John Legend. I always cry when I listen to this. This is over the top cheesy but sue me!

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«Guys! Guys! Attention, please ! »

Asma's voice was drowned in the humdrum of the bar. There was a lap dance contest and it was Lyla's turn to dance on Opie. The temperature of the bar at risen since the girls decided to have their fun. Delaney, Bonnie and Mercy were throwing money at Lyla for each sway of her hips and skillfully bounce on Opie's bulge. He was told not to touch Lyla or he lost the bet so Juice, Chibs and Bobby were encouraging him NOT to so they wouldn't have to lose the bet money they put on him. The air was electric, Jessica was sitting on Jax' lap, chugging down her beer while watching the family have fun. It had to look like a normal day, one of those short-lived peaceful days when nothing dreadful happened. At least, that was what it looked like. Brad glanced at Jessica who had been nervous ever since they arrived at the bar. Her eyes shifted from the lap dance contest to Asma who was sitting on Tig's lap, her hands holding the bottle of beer the waiter gave her. She was waiting for the signal, as they had rehearsed over and over again for a couple of weeks but it wasn't coming. Was Asma freaking out? It was hard to tell with so much noise and so many people around. Tig didn't seem alarmed, and therefore, Asma couldn't possibly be freaking out at the moment. It still got Jessica to think, and review all the contingency plans she kept in mind in case the night turned into a fiasco.

«Guys! » -Asma yelled, forcing people to stop what they were doing-

Right on cue, they focused their attention on the tattoo artist. Jax and Jessica told the others that Asma was trying to surprise Tig that night, and therefore she would request their complete attention at some point. It was already unusual for Asma to be under the spotlight, but it was even more of a surprise for them to know she wanted to surprise Tig. Alex « Tig » Trager couldn't be surprised. He was known as a crazy man who did it all, both inside and outside a bed, both with the outsides and the insides of a body. He was known for his violent crazy nature and fast-paced drug and sex-filled life. Many didn't bet on Asma and him. They didn't think the couple stood a chance. How could a law-abiding, alcoholic messy woman tame an unhinge, out-of-control man? They had everything against them, from the very fact she had a history with violent and abusive men and he had a history of having the people he loved killed, this including members of the sons. But it worked. It lasted 22 months to be very exact and here they were. Two broken souls who somehow found a way to support and help the others. Two pieces of a patchwork that somehow worked well together.

Jessica's features relaxed as the family finally stopped their shenanigans to listen to the young woman. Lyla simply sat on Opie who shifted the chair so he could have a better look at Asma. The bartender lowered the sound of music so Asma's voice wouldn't drown in the noise. Tig curbed his brows, his cerulean eyes were giving Asma a questioning look. What had gotten to her? She wasn't the kind to make a public speech, let alone grab everyone's attention. She had been acting strangely that night, tugging at that oversized orange top of hers while glancing at everyone. She tried to catch Jessica's attention all night but there were always people stealing her attention away. From Brad who was joking with Tig and called him a «soft dick » now that he was besotted with Asma. When Brad and Tig shared a beer and Asma wanted to leave so she could talk to Jessica, she realized her sister was talking and sucking faces with Jax. Then music happened, lap dance contest happened, waves of laughter, conversations ended up draining her will to stand up and begin her speech. Until now, that was.

« Guys... I.. You know how much tattoos mean to me, right? »

«Right! » They answered back, encouraging her to keep talking. Asma looked at them and sheepishly smiled at all. Jessica smiled to herself, thinking that despite her fears, she didn't have to worry this much. They knew her sister, they took her in. Eventually, Asma grew closer to all of them when Jessica was missing, or maybe some other event had it happen but it felt like a huge relief for the red queen. Jax felt her shiver a little and gently entwined his fingers with his wife's, giving her silent support.

« Well, then... I have a new one I want to show you. » Asma tucked some hair behind her ear and removed her top, exposing her midriff and a black sports bra. They could see her chest heave up and down as she was nervous. Tig was staring at her, almost transfixed as he had never seen his Bella like this, bold, loud... it felt like a speech was coming. Asma dropped her top and slowly turned around, so the whole crew could have a good look at it. « The water lilies right there, they're me. They're... all up their feelings like I am. Soft, sweet, almost hard to notice for those who don't venture near swamps and lakes. I was drifting apart when I met you. I was... I am...a mess. I'm a mess! » She looked up at the ceiling before pointing up to the skull and the pistols. « The skull and pistols? They're you. That's you right there on my skin. You know damn well that... » She choked up. « Damn well that you're my family. I know... I know in my heart what's going on and it doesn't matter if you say shit about it because I love you. As you are. Outlawed or not, fucked up or not... I just. » She patted the tattoo and stopped turning around so she could stare at Jessica.

Suddenly the room became heavy. Tig eyes were intensely staring at Asma's back. He didn't quite know what to make of it and so did the others. They weren't expecting Asma to say something to them and were looking at her and each other with incredulous gazes on.

« You're my family... » Asma repeated, patting her tattoo again. « You're my family, right? » That was a bold statement. Asma could feel her heartbeats become faster and clenched and unclenched her fists in anticipation of rejection. It wouldn't happen, come on, they couldn't possibly reject you, now could they? She looked at them, lifting her brows as she started to worry but Opie raised his beer, quickly followed by others who now had something they could do with themselves. « Right ?... »

«RIGHT! »

They cheered on her, that seemed to be the right thing to do. It wasn't every day that something this cheesy happened, let alone that someone so genuinely professed their love to the whole group. They were a band of misfits, of badass motherfuckers who had seen evil, done evil and would fucking do it again. But they were human too and with it, came a softer side. Asma's antics were odd but welcomed. She was genuine in her way to express her feelings, unconventional to say the very least, fitting right here with the criminals.

Asma took a deep breath before moving her fingers up to the ribbon and the names on it. « And here...There are three names. Jax, Opie and finally Jess. Jessica. » She cleared her throat and looked straight into her sister's eyes. Jessica felt her throat tighten but she kept a smile on her face. Discreetly, her hand was holding onto Jax tighter, mostly because she knew a big speech was coming and could feel her heart soar into her chest. Tig put his elbows on his thighs and leaned his chin against the back of his hands as he watched his Bella give a speech he wasn't prepared for. She was taking confidence as she felt accepted and the smiles she was giving now warmed his unholy heart. Opie straightened up on his chair, his arms holding onto his wife tighter. She had his name on her skin? Alongside with Jax and Jessica's? Lyla glanced at him and wrapped her arm around his neck. She lovingly stared at him and glanced at Asma again.

« I came to Charming to die. That was the version of me you met. An alcoholic who lost everything and everyone and was ready to just choke on my own vomit. I came here to die. » She trailed off and closed her eyes, allowing a couple of tears to roll. « And one day, I met you, Jax and Piepie...Jax and he came earlier to my parlour for a tattoo. He wanted your name on his skin so I obliged. Seeing the brotherhood between him and Piepie, seeing them get close to each other and listen to him talk about you made me reconsider my opinion on you. You saved my life. Jax and you. Your love did. Piepie's friendship did...somehow when I inked your skin, I was...shown another way. » She kept her eyes closed. « You helped me stay clean. Jax helped me when I failed to stay clean. Opie helped me on days I was missing booze and I wanted to get wasted. Opie welcomed me in the family, he was my first friend among you guys. He made it easier for the others to notice me. But Jessica, you... with you... » She took a deep breath and opened her eyes so she could see her chocolate haired sister who was having troubles holding back her tears. « … I was reborn. That's just it. I cannot do you justice with words but I was reborn because of you and I love you. So fucking much. »

« I love you too. » Jessica managed to say, wiping tears off of her eyes before she gently waved at her and moved her finger around to remind her to turn around. Asma wiped her eyes and chuckled.

« I speak so much I almost forgot someone. » Tig watched his girlfriend, crying her eyes out after she was pouring her heart out like that. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.

« Bella... » She put her fingers on her lips and gently invited him to come closer.

« You've never seen this tattoo before, please come closer. »

Now was the moment. The music had stopped and nobody realized it. All eyes were on the couple staring at each other at this moment. Alex stood up and quickly got on his knees so he could have closer look at her tattoo. His eyes read his name and read her name. It took a minute before he realized she had written on her Asma Trager. He put his hands on her hips and looked up at her, his eyes almost filled with unshed tears but his heart racing like it was Grand Turismo or something. « What is... » She cupped his cheeks and gently stroked his face.

« Please, don't say a word, let me speak. » He nodded, his mouth slightly gaped as he couldn't believe his eyes. « I thought I was unloveable. It had to be true since the people I fell in love with tried to break me. They broke me... ah damn. » She shook her head. « But suddenly, I discovered I could be loved. I still, I still remember the very lame joke you said when you talked to me the first time. I still remember the way you smelled when you first kissed me. I still remember the day you asked me out and said you wanted to date-date me. And your first Bella I learned to love, even when I'm mad at you. » She moistened her lips and wiped some of her tears. « There are nights when I am afraid, Alex. Afraid for you. I can't imagine you not coming back to me...ever. But I know it could happen and I signed for it too, when I agreed to be your girlfriend. There are nights I am afraid of you...of what you could do. Of what you could say but always, and I mean it! Always, you do your best to make me feel safe again, even if that means you have to leave the room. » She took a deep breath. « We're not perfect, Tig, we're far from perfect. But...I don't want you to perfect. I want to be imperfect with you. Always... and forever so. So Alex Trager, would you....marry me? » She broke the question, her hands still stroking his cheeks. He was staring at her with eyes wide open.

It had never happened before, that a woman so freely claimed her love for him and proposed to him. It wasn't how things were supposed to be. He had entertained the idea of making her his old lady already and truly wanted to but he didn't think she would be ready for this. And here she was, breaking all of his expectations, asking for him to become her husband, surrounded with friends and family. He was left speechless, his heart was beating up his ribcage. If he wasn't already kneeling before her, he would have fallen on his knees. She was looking at him, her fingers still stroking his cheeks. The whole room was silent now, they all were waiting for a response, a « yes » or a « no » but something, anything. The silence was torturing the most impatient of them all but for once, Asma was patient. She was waiting for him to adjust to what had just happened.

« Married ?... you want us... you... »

« Yes... yes I do. I want to marry you. » She quickly replied.

«Me? » She nodded, her fingers slowly massaged his scalp as his eyes were shifting from left to right for a while. « Me?... » She made an approval sound, still stroking his shoulders and his scalp.

« Do you want it too? » She whispered, slowly kneeling in front of him so he would focus on her and her only. She looked beautiful this night, her eyes were still red from all those tears, but she was beautiful. He cupped her cheeks with his large calloused fingers and had her lean into his touch.

« Yes !!! YES! » He said, kissing her lips. The fucking sigh of relief that was released by the whole family felt like thunder and they broke into applause and whistles. They exploded with joy, literally making noise, screaming and hugging each other as they were happy. Tig lifted Asma and carried her around like a bride, screaming like a lion as he was drunk with happiness.

« Things went just as planned then. » -Jax voice reached out Jessica's ears-

She turned to him and pressed her lips to his. The blonde MC smiled at her, knowing full well how relieved she felt that Tig accepted to marry Asma. She had been talking non-stop about this event all week long, so to see her happy made him happy too.

« She deserves to be happy. She's always been so supportive of us. » She said, leaning against him and enjoying his protective arms around her frame.

« She does... She is happy, look at her. » Jax whispered, his lips gently kissing the top of his wife's head. « Can you believe it? Tig's getting married? I was hoping it would be Nero or Chibs. It gotta be the crazy guy. »

« Chicks dig crazy. I dig your crazy. »

« I dig yours too. » He said, kissing her lips again.

-TBC-

Jaime x Bäahal : dreams

[Jaime x Bäahal] 

It had occurred twice  to the princess that her mind was clouded with unwanted dreams. It didn't happen again but  the dreams she had were intense, lively... all too real. Her body remembered the touch of the golden lion. She remembered His calloused fingers discover the curves of her body, marvel at how soft it was despite her scars on her back.  She remembered his heated kisses, his intense green eyes as he would capture her sensitive nubs with his lips. She could feel him move inside of her, but instead of nothing or the all too familiar painful burn she had always felt, it felt good. He felt good. 

Her dreams always had her wake up covered with a layer of sweat. Her heated cheeks betrayed her confused mind but triggered something new, something better. She discovered her body again. Her fingers once again roamed free on her  creases and mounds, on the soft folds of her body and inside her warm core. She learned to make it pleasant, to turn it Into something she would want and seek instead. But his name was written all over this change. His name was on her lips when she least expected it. His face was in her dreams when she had control. Unwanted dreams they were, but she thought to herself that they had no real incidence in her life. It only happened twice and he was going to die. So like always she shrugged it off, swept it under the rug and pretended they never happened. 

Pride x lips: nothing else matters

[pride x Elpis] 

Pride belongs to no one. He never did, not even when he was still

Under Hades control. Elpis always fancied the idea that maybe when they were together and nothing else mattered, for those mere hours he would be hers. He had her 2000 years ago when he claimed her. The minute he had a taste of her, Elpis belonged to him. She belonged with him. Today, all they had was a distant memory of what had been and what could never be. Pride is different, and so is she. But always, remained her desire to be with him. To belong with him. 

She could only have his attention for a while. She is aware of that, of the short-lived moments when nothing and no one else matter but them. It goes beyond sex, beyond this intimate moment where their bodies and minds would connect. It  was a moment where both their souls would merge. When they would become one. Short-lived as it is, it means the world to the goddess because then, all she went through was worth the pain. When she exist in his world, when his eyes burn purple flames only for her, when her name is on his lips... nothing else matters. 

Doya : a bad case of I miss you

[ Doya] 

*video mesage*

"It's one of those nights when I can't sleep. It's not a nightmare, it's.... it's..." * she dramatically sighs* "I'm cold. And one of the best ways to make me feel warm is to have your arms wrap around me.  I want our legs entangled. I want my face against your chest. I want... us. I miss us..." *she rolled her eyes* "you're like midnight munchies... except I am always hungry you see? I want... need... I need to feel your lips on my neck right now. I want to feel your hands on my sides, ah! I want to feel them go up and untie my bra. Do you understand? I want your weight on top of me, my nails into your flesh... you inside of me. That's what I am craving right now. You.. all of you... with me. That sounds cheesy ahah jeez! I am just having midnight munchies okay? A bad case of I miss you. Cause I do. And I can't wait to solve my case and save people so I can ride my bike home... to you. So be safe. You better be!" 

(GOT BAAHAL): finding meaning in this world

"It is easy, I assume, to find something or someone to hate in this world. A simple goal, an easy goal it is to let hatred settle in and drive us. In my case, I hated the Lannisters, not because they did something to me personally, but because they hurt my family. They had to pay for the Starks death, they had to pay for stealing the throne....yet again, I knew deep down that I was looking for a reason to keep moving forward. A target, a mission...a goal to achieve.

What I was dreading now was the next step. We would win the war, I was certain of it. With or without me, Daenerys would sit on the throne and rule with a gentle but firm hand. She would prove to be a fair queen, the breaker of chains, the....Did it matter? Lord Jaime told me already that I had to live /my/ life and make it something I could be proud of. That required I find my drive. That required a dream that didn't involve my family. That required me to know myself better. That's when the truth hurts. I don't know. I never got to meet myself. my first and only wish was to be free but now that I am, I feel empty. I took on my sister's dream to guide me on this new path but once she's on the throne? then what?

Anger could take me so far as to help Daenerys be on the throne, but once we defeat our enemies I would need to let go of that anger. With Cersei dead and Lord Jaime....dead...I would have no more reason to be angry. I would have no more reason to be bloodthirsty and seek revenge. And once those feelings would leave me, what would remain? Jon Snow asked me what my true desire was and I was unable to answer. Today, should he ask me again, I wouldn't know what to say. I guess the next step would be to find out. regardless of how I do it. I would need to find out."

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ishtar: Pitfall

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ishtar: Pitfall

A/ N: Waking up to the primeval god's new All-Father's voice in my mind:)

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«Leviathan, old fool. »

Ishtar was at the balcony of his luxurious palace, his azure eyes were looking at the gorgeous garden below them. It had been weeks now since his brother was defeated by the Sin and not once his anger had decreased. Leviathan was powerful, that was certain, but he was as arrogant as his power was phenomenal. God of the oceans, father of the typhoons, master of the monsters that lived underwater... none of this mattered when he was defeated by a Sin with a god-slayer sword. The new All-Father expected a defeat, but he was taken aback by the death of his brother. Their relationship was complicated to say the very least. Leviathan and Ishtar were rivals, they always wanted to be on top of the other, be revered by their brothers and considered the most powerful gods. They encouraged each other into being the best versions of themselves so the honor and glory they would get from their victory would be greater. They also loved each other. Leviathan was born before Ishtar and had always taken care of his brother for as long as Ishtar could remember. He would guide him, raise him when Khaos would not give them any split second of his attention.

« Your arrogance got the best of you. As expected the Sin took advantage of that and now you're dead. »

Leviathan's death was certainly a shock for the primeval god. It was sudden and despite the rage-filled relationship they shared, and as hard as it was to admit, Ishtar was devastated. He had lost a brother, one who planned to overthrow him at the first chance he got, but one he still loved. Leviathan was a fool who was destroyed because he wasn't as careful as he bragged he was. He didn't have a chance to say goodbye, let alone give him proper funerals. Leviathan's body was nowhere to be found, which frustrated the All-Father. So he drank himself to sleep and woke up gulping down the precious ambrosia as if it was going to quench his thirst, appease his soul and heal him. It did not. Instead of forgetting his fallen brother, it forced the all-father to look at the situation with a clearer mind and realize that the Sin was actually a far bigger enemy than he thought he would be. Pride was dangerous, not only did he have a god-slayer sword, but he also had the unbreakable love of his sister. Another frustration for the god who let a growl escape his lips.

« I wished you would be the one to handle Elpis. Turns out I have to do it myself. »

And he would. Ishtar might not have made peace with his feelings for his sister, he still would destroy her should she try and come to her pantheon. She betrayed them first, the day she fell in love with a weapon and despite his true and deep love for Elpis, Leviathan couldn't allow her to endanger his pantheon with what she thought was « love ». She didn't love Pride, she was rebelling against her own people. She didn't love Pride, she was confused, that was all. Real love was what he -Ishtar, the god of war- was feeling for her. Torture, pain, endless hope to have her turn around and forgive him. Endless hope to see her smile again at him, in spite of him stabbing her and cursing her away. He was hopeful...him...The god of war..Hopeful. The emotion felt like a sting in his heart and he crushed the glass he was holding in his left hand. What a fool he was. A fool in love.

-TBC-

SAM X DEAN: Oya needs our help

A/ N: We all know that Oya would drop everything to help/rescue the Winchesters. (should she not be hunting with Dean, like she usually does). They would do the very same for her. As my WP and I discussed. So I imagined a moment like this, from the brothers POV. <3

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« Oya needs our help. »

Four little letters that had a huge impact on both the brothers. It had to be today. Of all the days possible she could have asked for help, she chose to do it on Charlie's anniversary. Dean hated anniversaries. He was crankier than ever around those days. He would drink, raise his beer to honor the dead but would mostly remain silent. Sam wasn't talkative either. How could he when his mind was plagued with guilt and the memories of the one who passed away? Charlie's death was one of those deaths that hit the brothers hard. Charlie was akin to a sister. A civilian turned hunter after her first contact with the supernatural. They tried to convince her to drop it, her dreams of adventures and glory but they realized soon enough it would be impossible. Charlie was meant for this life. Charlie was meant to be a hunter and she died as one while trying to protect the world from Nazis. She died on the job and yet, the brothers felt responsible for it.

Dean swore to never let anyone else get close to him so he wouldn't have to lose them again. It sounded easy, simple and for a few years, he was doing great. That was until he met Oya and she turned his world upside down. They were sharing a connection he never thought he could have. Perhaps it was made easier because she belonged to his world and he didn't have to split himself in two or sacrifice a part of him. Perhaps it was the fact she accepted all of him, flaws and all that he never thought could ever happen. Perhaps, it was the fact she was impossibly beautiful and badass when they were hunting and he couldn't tear his eyes off of her. Or maybe that was the fact she knew him, the good the bad and the ugly and still wanted to be with him? She cared for him and he cared for her, to the point of turning the car around and drive to the small town Oya was hiding in.

Her solo mission derailed at some point, a situation she couldn't fully explain because she didn't have much time. Sam could only have her say she was surrounded with a huge pack of werewolves and she couldn't possibly beat them all alone. She managed to cast a spell of protection that could mask her scent for a few days but that was it. There was no time to waste and the town was at least 3 days away from where they were. 3 days could be enough to find her dead in her motel room. 3 days were too much of a delay before getting to her. It was driving Dean crazy with anger and fear. He trusted Oya, of course, he did. She was a capable hunter but even the best sometimes needed help. He wasn't mad at her for getting into the situation. He was mad at himself for not being closer so he could help her faster. He was already feeling the weight of guilt breaking his shoulders. As usual.

Sam didn't say anything, he was hoping they would get there in time and get Oya out of that trap. His mind tried to avoid the elephant in the room, but no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not take the blood-covered body of Charlie he found in the bathroom. He still remembered the scream let out by Dean, a powerful « NO ! » that tried to deny the reality. He still remembered holding the lifeless corpse in his arms, holding her tight as if it would bring her back but it didn't. Nothing did. She was gone. Since Oya came into his life, Sam tried his best not to let her in as well. He didn't want to get attached the way he was with Charlie. He didn't want to fear for Oya's life when she would be out there on her own. He didn't want to find himself in this exact situation, where she called for help and they came too late. But it happened. He met Oya, he let her in. He wanted her in his life and now that she was, she was in trouble. His eyes shifted and stared at his brother behind the wheel. Dean's jaw was tense, and he could see he was nervous by the way he was holding the wheel. His fist was clenched tightly, his jaw was locked and a vein was popping on his forehead. Dean was worried sick.

« She's gonna be alright. » -Sam tried to say. Dean cleared his throat and managed to answer.-

« I know. She's a tough cookie. The toughest those sons of bitches have ever seen. »

He tried to comfort himself, make sure that his mind didn't go out of control. Dean tried to keep the fear away, the monsters at bay. Oya was alive and he will rescue her. He could get in time, she could pick up a fight with any monsters he could think of. She was badass just like that. But the truth was, no matter how much trust he had in her, fear and guilt still outweighed it. He could not lose Oya, not after all the troubles they went through. Not when he learned she needed help on Charlie's anniversary. She always knew what to do or say on days like these. She knew the older Winchester was moody, but she would manage to help crank him down to a more manageable level. Flashes of Oya crossed his mind, from the days she celebrated her first day with the Winchesters -with a single candle on a cupcake- to the days she would just comfort him, her hands in his hair massaging his scalp, a soft tune she would hum to him and the cuddles she would give so he would feel her warmth and presence. In days like these, when she wasn't physically present, she would give him a call and she would talk about her day, something silly, then sing him a song. She would be there, but she wasn't.

Why did it have to be her? Why did it have to be today? Why did it have to be him? He couldn't possibly reject the ways Oya made him feel. He couldn't possibly refuse to have her back, by his sides. He couldn't possibly refuse to go to her rescue. She needed help. She called and asked for it and he would be damned if he didn't answer her call and leap there as fast as he could. Yet, there still were 3 days ahead of the Winchesters and the dread only became stronger now that the realization set in. Dean turned his face to glance at his brother, his face still difficult to read but for one thing: he needed Oya back and he needed her alive. Sam moistened his lips and nodded at his brother, silently agreeing with him that they had to find Oya and they had to bring her back and alive. They needed to.

-TBC-

SoA : What now? -Jessica & Asma-

SoA: What now?

Xxxxxxx

« Jess..... » -Asma's voice echoed through the bedroom.-

« Yeah? C'mere. » -Jessica answered, she put her phone away for the time being, unwilling to let business be caught up by the one person they still agreed to protect from their shenanigans.

Reluctantly though, the red queen put the device away and welcomed a tired but happy Asma. She had kept her natural rich black hair color for a while now, and had styled them in heavy curls that framed her beautiful face. The change was progressive and subtle, but it was a testimony of how crazy things have been since Jessica had not noticed until today. Guilt crossed her face as Jessica watched Asma carefully close the door behind her. Since she returned, she tried to find a moment to sit with her sister and tell her what happened and why she couldn't text her back. She wanted to say she was sorry for going MIA and that she heard the toll her absence took on Asma but words just died at the back of her throat. She wasn't in a very pleasant situation. Half of her wanted to be truthful and honest with Asma, and she did tell her the truth, not the one involved with the club but her own truth, the knights, the jobs, the hustling she did.

Asma was at least, aware of who Jessica was, but she still kept some elements out of it, out of fear of hurting Asma or endangering her life. How could she properly say « Oh! By the way, I'm still in the business to this day. What happened with Oscar was not out of the ordinary for me. Ah! That's what it is. » It wouldn't fly well, especially since Tig refused to involve Asma into this part of his life just yet. It was safer to let her remain oblivious of the real activities of the club but Jessica knew Asma knew. They didn't need to spell it out to her, she did tattoo the new prospects, the crow eaters, and at some point, she even had to tattoo some of their enemies so she fucking knew. There was just a difference between knowing something and having someone confirm you were right and nobody wanted to confirm it, at least, not now. So Jessica didn't know how to tell the truth to her sister, despite her promise to do so.

« We barely had time together since you came back. » -Asma said, carefully laying her bag on the floor- « I was starting to believe you were avoiding me. » She joked, a heartfelt laughter crept out of her lips as she teased her sister.

« You know damn well I wouldn't even dare! » Jessica answered back,  laughing slightly off as she did avoid to be left alone with her. She was hoping that as the weeks went on and Asma would see Jessica was really back, she wouldn't need answers anymore. It was a gamble and she might have been wrong. Tension rose up in the air, from Jessica's side but from Asma's as well.

« I know. You better not be. » She grinned and crawled onto the bed. « There's something I wanted to show you. » Jessica lifted a brow and turned her head to Asma who was kneeling on the mattress. « Yeah, really. It's...It's...I don't know, better show you than babble. » She dropped her leather jacket on the bed and removed her tshirt in front of a very tense Jessica who for some reason was scared something bad had happened to her sister and she wasn't there to protect her. She was expecting bullet wounds or stabbing scars but instead, she found a massive piece inked on Asma's right flank. She blinked several times and shifted on her bed.

« Wait....what is... » -Asma sighed, searching for some strength to introduce her new piece to Jessica. « Wow...It's massive and gorgeous honey... » Was all she could say. The piece was indeed massive. It was a large skull with water lilies at the base of it, two pistols instead of the bones you could find on a pirate flag. A ribbon went from the left to the right and words were written inside of them. -

« If you look closely, where words are written, above the skull, you should read something. » -Asma was nervous, Jessica could tell by the way she was shaking. She moved closer to her sister and read the first words on the left. ' Alex Tig Triger & Asma « Bee » Triger' then in the middle was written 'Siempre' and on the right was written. ' Jessica & Jax & Opie '

« Asma... » Stunned. Jessica was stunned. She knew how important tattoos were to Asma and learned the history of each and everyone she had on her skin. They were a commitment. To have your name written on someone else's skin was even more than an engagement ring. It was more than just a promise. It was akin to signing on the devil's contract. It bound you, for all eternity to the person whose name was on your skin. Jessica sat back on the mattress and ran her hand through her chocolate hair.

« You don't like it? It might be too much, I could have it removed it you... » peak tension was reached. Jessica's silence was read as rejection by Asma who had been wondering for months if she should or should not write down Jessica's name. Her hazel eyes shifted from left to right as she shakily searched for her t-shirt so she could put it back on and leave. « I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. »

« No, wait, please. » Jessica grabbed her arm, forcing the other woman to stop and look at her with fear in her eyes. « Don't be sorry, how could you be sorry for something this beautiful? » But Asma wasn't calmed down, instead she started to sob and shake her head. Jessica gently ran her hand through her curls and planted several kisses on top of her head. « I'm sorry if I made you think I hated it. It's the opposite Asma. It's the opposite. »

« You're not mad? » Jess shook her head and pulled her into a hug.

« Are you kidding? You've just told me the biggest 'I fucking love you' anyone could say...I mean, besides Jax, I mean.. »

« I got you. » She sniffled and chuckled. « You are my family, you and PiePie and Jax...I love you guys...more than I can actually say. I know, I know that there are many things you are not ready to share with me. I know Tig doesn't want me to fully be clued in because he's scared for me. I know....but that doesn't mean I can't love you. I...You know...I'm alive today because of you Jessica. Not because you saved me from Oscar but because you saved me when we met. Meeting you changed my life for the best... »

« Oh, Asma...You always had ways with words, you know that? » She said, rubbing Asma's back to help her feel better. « I love you too...More than I can say. You deserve the world, you deserve...so much more. » -Her voice was strangled by emotion but she managed to contain it for both her sake and Asma. Learning that the tattoo artist wasn't upset she didn't tell her the truth was a relief, she felt it in the way she was breathing. « Has Tig seen this yet or not? »

« He hasn't. I am waiting a little bit before I show it to him. It's... it's huge. »

« Are you proposing to him? » Jessica's eye sparkled with interest and curiosity. She did read it right, Asma did take Tig's name in a « husband and wife way » which could only mean she was ready to fully commit herself to this relationship. It was so huge that it felt like a brick house fell onto Jessica's shoulders and she was left speechless. Both were. Asma was sheepishly looking at Jess and twirled a curl with her forefinger for a while before she finally answered.

« Yes... »

« GIRL !!!!! » Jessica threw her hands in the air, the shock too intense to actually say anything constructive. She couldn't believe her ears, let alone her eyes.

« I KNOW!!!! » Asma answered, unable to proceed with anything she had in mind. « I KNOW.....oh fuck! » She dramatically fell onto the bed. « I said it out loud now... »

« YOU SAID IT !!! OH MY GOD !! »

« What now? »

What was to come? For the time being none of them knew what to say, so they remained silent and got distracted when Winston started to cry outside of the bedroom. Saved by the bell, oh wait, the Dog!

-TBC-

Doya: working cases again

"..."

Oya's flustered face elicited a chuckle from the tall hunter. She was looking at him, with her brows furrowed as she realized she couldn't come up with a clap back. He always found ways to leave her speechless and unable to counter his jokes or teases. frustration took over and she was looking at him, upset as all hell and ready to smack his shoulder. His chuckle kept going and turned into an actual laughter. Oya lifted a brow, surprised, her mouth still slightly open as she wanted to say something but his laughter ended up riling the short hunter even more.

"It's not funny Dean!"

"It's plenty funny, Oya!" He managed to say in between laughs, catching her wrist as she tried to punch him and pulling her into a hug. "And you're cute when you're flustered."

"I'm not cute. Don't "cute" at me when you piss me off." She grumbled but kept her arms around his waist. "When was the last time we actually stayed at the bunker together?" She asked, willing to change the subject so he wouldn't keep on teasing her.

"Oh Oya, way to ruin my fun. I was laughing." He said, his hands rubbed her back and he leaned his forehead against hers, bending his body towards her a little. "It's been a while yeah."

"You and Sammy, you're hunting together again or...."

"Or?..." He lifted a brow. "Are you gonna ask me something?"

Oya lifted her head to have a better look at his face and tiptoed to reach his chin. She had been wanting to hang out with Dean for quite some time now. The solo cases were thrilling, excellent even in her point of view, but the thrill of solo cases had nothing on the thrill when she was working with Dean. Truth be told, she was missing him. terribly so. She tried to disguise her need for him with silly jokes and the usual stuff. texts, video messages, and even voice messages did nothing but fuel her desire for him. She was elaborating plans for when she would come back to convince him to work with her again but all of these faded away when she saw him. her words got stuck at the back of her throat but here it was, the opportunity to actually tell him that she wanted to work with him again and nothing would make her happier than to hunt monsters with him. She wanted to show him some of her sweet moves, she wanted to research next to him, curled up against his warm body while she used her tablet to find information on the monster they were hunting.  she wanted to feel his fingers in her hair, the occasional kisses they would share. She wanted to hear him sing while he was driving baby, or help her stitch her wounds. Would you look at that, she was feeling romantic in the middle of the gore, the guts and the bruises she would collect during their hunts.

"Nuh uh.... I wasn't not..." -She shook her head and stuck her tongue out-

"Your poker face is a very bad one. you need to step up your game." He chuckled, making her roll her eyes.

"Ugh... why are you like this?"

"Handsome?" He teased her with, she gently slapped his chest "Ouch! watch out, Superman. you're going to break your kryptonite."

"Maybe I should! However, I know more pleasant ways to break it." She grinned, tugging at his shirt so he would bend a little and kiss her. which he did, briefly.

"You were gonna ask..." He brought that up again, making her roll her eyes.

"....Would you like to work a case with me? It's been ages and I want to..."

"Ah! gotcha! you've missed me!" He grinned and pulled her up, so she could wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. "I can hunt with you if you ask nicely."

"Oh come on, Dickhead!!!" She slapped his shoulder. "I want to work cases with you again. I have been away for way too long and we both make one hell of a team...You know we do."

"The best of the best, bitch,  I know." He purred as he felt her fingers gently massage his scalp.


He liked the sensation of her fingers against his skin. Oya's touch. She never kept her hands off of him for too long and while he would never voice it, Dean did appreciate when Oya gave him her affection. She was always running her hand through his hair, always landing kisses on his skin, always kept him warm with her short and warm body. She was always full of affection towards him and even though he was "used" to it, it was still a wonder that someone like her wanted to stay with someone like him. With a simple touch, she took away the pain he was carrying on his shoulders. With a simple kiss, she filled the void in his heart. He didn't know why or how she managed to take so much space in his heart and mind but she did. To have her smile at him, even now as he was pushing her over the edge made him feel good. She knew the truth about him and stayed still. She knew a lot of his mistakes, terrible and selfish decisions and yet chose to remain with him, Castiel and Sam.

"You have not answered my question. Are we working together or nah?"

"We are, O. We are." He said nuzzling her neck while she pulled him into a tender hug. "But before we go, what about a proper welcome?"

"OOOhhhhh? a proper welcome Mister Winchester? I wonder what that is?!" She teased him with,  giggling a little as he walked towards their bedroom.


-TBC-

Elpis x Pride : A way out

Golden orbs stared at deep purple hues. Pride was pissed off, which wasn't a surprise. Of course, he would be.  His siblings might have been barred from the Underworld, they still found a way to harm him. A near death, again. Pride was filled with rage, like Lust and he had already escaped Death some time ago. They couldn't possibly know of Khaos and the bow he forged Lust, now could they? Pride had made sure the Underworld was airtight and nothing would come out of it or inside of it without his supervision. If they had not figured out he had a god-killer sword, then did that mean they had access to a knowledge he had not heard of before? He was forced to run away and recover in the corner of Hades until he was fit again for battle. The situation with Elpis had not made things easier. She was a lot to handle. Unlike Asma who was a mere mortal, she was a full-blown goddess he couldn't influence and manipulate at will -nor did he need to-. She was stubborn and demanding. He understood her desire to avenge herself but he couldn't fight on several fronts at the same time. His siblings had made moves towards him and until he figured out a way to at least destroy one of them, he wouldn't keep his mind on Elpis' pantheon. Not now, not when he was -and he hated it- vulnerable. After a hectic beginning between Elpis and Pride, things became easier as both relaxed around the other.


They were stubborn in nature and this stubbornness made it difficult for them to find common ground. Eventually, they were starting to like each other a little better. Rules had to be set, lines not to be crossed and adjusting to this new setting;  with a goddess who remembered the older version of Pride and the newer version of him who couldn't for the hate of Hades give her what she desperately needed; proved to be more difficult than ever. But not impossible. That night, as Pride was trying to figure out what his next move was, they argued again. She suggested he might leave Earth alone because she would become even more powerful but he wanted to destroy this little rock. he wanted to eradicate mankind, make sure none of these roaches still existed and here she was, claiming she would not let him do this. Elpis was standing in front of him, nothing but a white sheer laced fabric wrapped around her body, her luscious pink locks were tied in a tight ponytail and she was staring at him, her eyes brightly glowing as she stared at him intensely. Pride was rubbing his temple but her beauty caught his eye. She looked exquisite tonight, more than usual because she took care to make herself look perfect. His purple hues seized her up, looking at her from head to toe as she looked more and more appetizing. He watched as she slowly untied her ponytail.

"My plan is going to work, beloved. Trust me, they won't see it coming."

"My siblings?  They might be less intelligent and cunning than I am, they are still vastly better than any gods here, my dear." -He said as he watched her lean a knee against the mattress. "They are aware of your presence. They remember you."

"But they do not know me like you do. They only remember me when I was harmless. When my power was nothing but a booster..." She grinned at him, her hands on the belt made of fabric. "They don't know what I am capable of. How powerful I can be."

"You did destroy a pantheon all by yourself." -He remembered very well her deed. He could still picture her smile as she walked back to him, covered with the blood of her enemies, holding the still-beating heart of the all-father of said pantheon.-

"I can do much more than this, should you leave the Earth to me. I can become the most powerful asset you could have in your team." -She said, untying the belt, eliciting curiosity from the sin who could feel his anger vanish as she spoke. "We will defeat your siblings...And mine. We will be victorious, I can assure you this much." She said, dropping the fabric on the mattress while he pulled her onto his lap, her legs from each side of his. His hand stroked her back while his hand traced an imaginary path on her arms and shoulders.

"Victory.....Are you certain of your words." -She was, he knew she was but he loved when she was speaking of victories.-

" I am. As sure as I am about my feelings for you. I need you to trust me when I say I need Earth. Think of the power I have. Please, remember Meux Rex...remember the power I am." She whispered in his ear before she gently bit the tip of his ear while her hips started to sway.

"I remember..." He trailed off. "But my guess is that you're not in the mood for a conversation now."

"Indeed, beloved. I need to change your mind for the time being, plotting and scheming can come later...Can...I?" She asked, moistening her lips as she gently pulled away from him so her golden pools could stare into his purple hues.

"You can."

-TBC-

soa: the promise (tig x Asma)

(SoA: The promise)

Tig found her in the living room, worn out by the busy day she had at work and nursing her migraine with some aspirin. He walked to her kitchen to fetch himself some beer and walked back into the living room she had not left. It wasn't like her to not greet him. She would always run towards him, jump on him and have him carry her, but not that night. Tomorrow she was supposed to have the right side of her torso tattooed, just like his was, with their names entwined and some other details he kinda forgot. Was she nervous about it? He curbed a brow and sat on the chair in front of her.

"No hug for me?" He teased her with but she kept her eyes closed and ran her hand through her black mane.

"Not in the mood tonight, Tig." She sighed, massaging her scalp to ease her migraine away.

"What's wrong Bella? A few days ago you were all up in my face and now you're giving me the cold shoulder." He fake-complained, trying to stir a reaction from her but she remained stoic. the pain, maybe.

"Are we going to argue? Cause if we are, then you won and let's call it a day." She sighed again before she grumbled and wrapped her hands around the back of her neck.

"I was joking, Bella. Talk to me. What's up?"

"Long day..."

"It has nothing to do with tomorrow, has it?" He asked, his icy blue eyes scanning her very reactions.

Since he met her, and with the help of Jessica, Tig learned how to notice and handle those "moments" she sometimes had. Asma was a sensitive person, and she didn't do well with change. She freaked out very often and therefore, he had to make some serious efforts to at least spare her some worries. A little text here, to tell her he was alive and okay. cuddles at night, anything to make her feel safe. Right now, she wasn't feeling safe. He could tell by the goosebumps on her arms, the eyes constantly shifting as if her fight or flight instinct had been triggered. He bent forward, his baby blues inquisitive now.

"Bella?" -He insisted since she did not answer him.-

"It has." She admitted. her eyes still avoiding him. "It has plenty." She added.

"Why?"

"It's a big deal for me, Alex. It's a..... I've been engaged before, you know that. I've been engaged to a man who had everything good and was everything nice, until he wasn't. Until he wasn't and I'm not sure I want...Are we really doing this?"

"I did it already, Asma. I have your name on my fucking body. I put some ink there, because of you, because I WANTED TO. I trust you, Asma." He stood up and then crouched next to her. his hands gently stroked her arms and his face looked at the young woman who was shaking.

"I trust you to, but..."

"I'm not Oscar. I can never hit you." He said, cupping her cheek. "I will not hurt you the way he did."

"Will you stop loving me?" Her voice was a whisper now. She was on the verge of crying and would have curled into a ball if she could. He shook his head and cupped her cheek with his large hand. "You don't know how it is to be with someone like me."

"Someone like you? What does that even mean?"

"I have PTSD Tig.... from domestic violence. There would be days or nights where I wouldn't be able to be near you. Where I wouldn't allow you to be closer...Are you sure, are you sure you won't have enough of comforting me? of always being there for me? you've seen how I freak out, right? you've seen me when Jess was missing, right? so.. do you really want /me/?"

"Are you kidding??? Fuck, Asma! I'm the real messed up asshole here. I'm crazy, I'm a motherfucker with blood on my hands. I have lost my first family, my wife, my kids...I'm messed up in my fucking head. And you still want me." He chuckled, trying to lighten her mood, which worked a little bit. "You here, your name on my skin is a promise I made to myself."

"A promise?" She asked, leaning into his touch.

" Yeah. I will always protect you. even from me. You're the first good thing I ever had and I will take care of you. You think it's asking too much from me? you think the burden is on you? Nope, it ain't. that's on me. That's on me. That's my responsibility to make you happy.."

"It's mine too. I want to make you happy too." She whispered as she cupped his cheek. "I just want you to be alright, Tig and happy with me. I am in love with you, so fucking in love I don't know what to do with this...."

"You could do me." He teased her with, which made her chuckle.

"I could do you, yeah."

-TBC-