GoT (Jaime x Baahal): Tangled

GoT (Jaime x Baahal): Tangled

A/N: My beloved <3

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The princess sat on her cabin's bed. After lunch, she decided it would be best to let Jaime take care of his duties. Her purple hues stared at the very simple room she was staying at. There was nothing personal there, but she took a liking at the gentle neutral colors surrounding her. She still remembered the words she screamed at him at Casterly Roc when love couldn't be contained anymore and she asserted her feelings for him. She remembered the sheer fear she felt when she peeled the layers of protection off of herself and presented herself in all her glory. It was a risk she took back then, a risk of having her heart broken a second time by the very man she fell in love with. Yet, it had to be said, it had to be acknowledged. She wanted him to see that it wasn't just a quick fling or puppy love. She saw him, for who he really was and didn't want anyone but him. She saw him, flaws and all, with the imperfections that made him perfect to her very eyes. Bâahal wanted him to know that she wasn't blinded with her emotions. She wasn't glorifying the knight or considered him to be a saint. How could she, when all she'd known until then was war, despair, and violence? How could she when she also had to soak her hands with the blood of innocent and guilty men? Her passion took over on that day. Her determination guided her feet towards him. Her love saved both of them.

For so long, she believed he was oblivious of her feelings, while in truth, he was well aware but didn't think he deserved to be loved. He rejected her at Winterfell for this exact reason. He felt he wasn't good enough for her, felt that nothing good could ever come from him. He was lost and confused: A lion without his lioness. Cersei took so much space in his life that since she died, he was feeling empty. Yet, from the very start, they had been drawn towards each other and he couldn't deny it. Bâahal could have been a great friend, a wonderful friend, at least she acted like one. She respected him, tried to help him, and forced him out of his comfort zone every time they spoke. He did the same, unbelievably he did, always pushing her to a brighter future, always encouraging her to live her best life and not think of her past. He was the first to acknowledge her as a princess, despite her past and her origin as a product of a heinous crime. He disregarded completely her origins and focused on the person she was. This trust truly helped her move forward and survive the long night. This trust fueled her inner-fire and revealed her true power as a Targaryen's heir. This trust brought her back to life and kept her going. Even more so than the one she had for Missandei, and a different one she had for Kyra Lannister. The feelings she bore for the Golden Lion were on another level and today, in this small cabin, she realized that she did lace her destiny to the Knight's. At least in her heart, that was the case. His love saved both of them.

The princess wasn't sure that the gods would allow their union. She wasn't certain that a Lion and a Dragon could be together for the history that tied their families were one of death, deceit, and suffering. She wanted to break the cycle, break the wheel of fortune, and show that it was absolutely possible for the two families to entwine their destinies and create something beautiful. Yet, she understood that the two of them would perhaps not be able to live the life they wanted. Jaime was lady Kyra's best knight, he was supposed to protect her and lead her armies. He couldn't roam Westeros with the princess, he would have to go back home. This meant, Bäahal would need to settle as well, and she wasn't really good with sitting around in a castle. What was there for her to do, if not leave and leave him behind? Would he trust her to survive on her own and fend for herself? Would she trust him to wait for her until she returned? She felt that together they would be able to do anything and she was right, together, they were able to do anything. She dreaded the conversation with Daenerys since the Queen would want her sister by her side.

Perhaps, once they caught the traitors, she wouldn't allow Bäahal to travel on her own ever again. Perhaps she would think that the safest place for her to be would be either at King's Landing or at Casterly Roc.. perhaps, she would keep her at the Red Keep, for she also needed some support and Jon, no matter how much she loved him, wasn't her sister. Bäahal knew she would have to take into consideration what the queen wanted, but hoped and wished for a good ending. She knew Dany hated the Lannisters and only didn't kill Kyra because she acknowledged she wasn't like the rest of the family and had proven herself to her several times. Perhaps this time, things would be different and she would have the chance to prove that Jaime was the right man. Jaime was the right man, either way. She chose him and she trusted her choice. She loved him, and she trusted her heart. Jaime was the love of her life, the one and only, the only man to ever make her heart skip several beats because of joy, excitement, arousal instead of fear and disgust. He was the only man and she wouldn't lose a chance to make the whole world see him for who he really was.

-TBC

Doya: The Thomas case: Death in the family

Doya: The Thomas case: Death in the family

A/N: let's wrap the Thomas case, shall we?

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Oya stormed into the hospital room where her brother Joshua had been admitted. As soon as she received a text from Sarah, asking her to rush to the hospital, the hunter didn't think twice. She was expecting the worst and barely spoke to Dean -except for telling him to drive her to the hospital-. Her heart was beating hard against her ribcage because she didn't know what to expect and couldn't even think straight. When was the last time she saw him? Because of the investigation, she had not had the chance to visit Joshua more than once and he was still in a deep coma. Her heart was drumming in her ears as she pushed the door open, expecting to see a crying Sarah and a dead Joshua. What she saw, however, fried her brain and made her freeze on the spot.

« Why the long face, O ? » -His voice, still cracked and dried up by the long weeks spent in a coma, tore through the silence that had settled in the room.-

« Josh... » -She dropped her phone, quickly followed by Dean who caught up with her. The phone broke as the glass hit the floor, but Oya didn't car at this moment. All she saw was her brother sitting on his bed, with his girlfriend sitting next to him and his sister standing in the room. Sarah was crying, just as Oya expected, but those were joyous tears. « Joshua? » Oya repeated, unsure of the reality of what she was seeing. He nodded quietly and motioned for her to come closer.

« In the flesh. » He joked a little before Sarah looked at Oya with her puffy blue eyes. She averted her gaze from the ebony hunter to the older Winchester who cleared his throat as he silently entered the bedroom. « C'mere Oya.. don't be afraid. »

« I'm not afraid, idiot... I just.. » She knelt and grabbed the hand he was offering her. Her eyes quickly filled themselves with unshed tears as she didn't know how to process the immense joy she was experiencing. « I thought you were dead. » She admitted.

« Oh wow.. you buried me already? » He teased her before he squeezed her hand with his. « I'm alive, bitch. » He chuckled painfully before he looked at Sarah who took over to explain things. She cleared her throat and walked towards Dean.

«Last week, doctors realized that Joshua was able to breathe on his own so they removed the machine from him. He was.. he survived the first night, then the other, and his vitals improved. They called me, said that they weren't sure he would make it but would closely monitor him and his health had improved so much that he woke up yesterday. They didn't tell me because they wanted to make sure he would wake up today and when he did, they called me. I had Stephanie take a plane, I had you here. I have you all here.. » She said wiping off some tears. Oya nodded and chuckled nervously as she squeezed her brother's hand as tight as she could with both of her hands.

« He's alive... you... you're alive Josh... I just... I didn't want to lose you. » She said, holding back her sobs. Dean noticed she was on the verge of crying so he walked towards her and quietly put his hand over her shoulders.

« What got me? »

« Is it really the time to talk about it? » Asked Sarah with a furrowed brows. Stephanie nodded.

« It is. I need to know. Go ahead O, tell me what was the fucking thing that did this to my babe. »

« A Daeva.... it was a Daeva. » She said pulling herself back on her feet but still holding onto her brother's hand. « The Priest was the right lead. 5 years ago, when people started to die left and right, your priest actually met with a demon, disguised as one of his church-goers. He befriended the person, fell in love with them, and now that he had broken his celibacy vows, he wasn't sanctified anymore. They were able to play with the priest's ambitions and manipulate him into using more and more of their evil power. »

« A Daeva, working for a demon who worked for a Priest.. would you look at that. Un-fucking-believable. » He exclaimed before a burst of laughter escaped his lips. He then looked at Stephanie and broke it into simpler words. « A Daeva is a special kind of demon, usually summoned by other demons. It's very powerful and vicious. I see that you had trouble getting rid of it. » He said looking at how roughed up and bruised Oya and Dean were. Oya shrugged, the pain almost overcome by the sheer joy of seeing him alive.

« It was quite a handful. » Dean modestly said.

Truth be told, it wasn't as easy as it looked like. The Daeva's weakness being Light and black magic, it had to be a combination of both. Oya used ancient magic from Cameroon oldest tribes, to be able to vanquish the demon. It took a full-blown ritual, involving a chicken's sacrifice and some symbols painted over her body with the animal's blood to be able to have access to that type of magic and the realm it drew its power from. Then Dean managed to hold the creature long enough to make it fall into the trap they designed and expose it to pure bright light. Their clothes were torn at some places, their skins were torn open as well, and the internal injuries they both got from fighting a demon and using dark magic was written all over their faces. Yet, it was nothing for the two of them since their hunt ended successfully. It didn't matter now, to Oya, since Joshua wasn't dead.

« You will soon be able to go back to your life. » Oya said, pressing her lips to the back of his hand. The brunette's smile faded and he shrugged and pulled his hand away from her. « What ?.... » Oya genuinely asked, before she realized that Joshua was more affected by her words than he let her know. « What ? » she repeated before her hazel eyes averted from him to Sarah. « Sarah! WHAT ? »

« Oya.. calm down, please. » She started with but Oya furrowed her brows and put both hands on her waist. « J-Josh.. »

« Josh what ?? » She looked at them with eyes wide open. What was there that they couldn't say to her? Why didn't they want to answer her, She could feel in her guts that the news would be terrible but since they refused to speak, her anxiety became stronger. She looked at Sarah who was crying even harder now and tightened her fists. « Please... tell me what's going on! Josh.. what are you not saying? Uh? What are you not saying ? »

« O... » Dean held onto her shoulder and pulled her against him, but she refused to calm down and kept asking over and over what was happening. Sobs were strangling her voice as she was expecting to hear the worst news now and anger and lack of understanding of the reason for their silence. She couldn't take it and neither could the others. Joshua finally said, in a stern but commanding voice.

« I'm paralyzed! Oya I can't feel shit below the waist ! » -Silence followed and Oya started to sob, as she was unable to hold back her tears any longer. She cried her heart out and sobbed so hard that the only thing she could think of was to hug Dean and let him wrap his arms around her frame to comfort her.-

Joshua, paralyzed? It didn't make any sense for the ebony hunter who didn't know how to react to the news. She knew what hunting meant to him and how he could never imagine a life without working on cases. She knew that now crippled, Stephanie would never want him to work on cases as the muscles, so he would have to team up with other hunters. The future was still fog as they spoke now, for neither Oya nor Joshua knew what to expect from the future yet, it didn't stop Oya from crying her all.

« I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Joshua... » Was all she could say. He barely managed to smile to her, this time holding onto Stephanie's hand as tightly as he could. « I'm so sorry... »

« I'm alive, Oya. I could have died but here I am. Yes, we're upset and this probably is the last of me as a hunter you'd see... but I'm not dead yet. I'm not dead and we'll focus on this okay? I'll need to figure out a few things myself, but I'm alive. Keep that in mind. You too, Sarah. I'm not done yet. » He then glanced at Dean who was comforting Oya with one of his strong hugs and gently nodded. It was the first time they actually met, and he wished things would have been different, but he was fine with finally seeing the man who made his sister happy... « Nice to meet you, Dean. I'm sorry we meet under such circumstances, but I guess sometimes we can't really choose. »

« Nice to meet you too, Kiddo. It's okay, I've seen worse. » He said with a little grin. This simple joke made both men chuckle and lightened up the atmosphere. It allowed for Oya to regain her composure and consider Joshua's words and situation. Yes, he was confused, and of course, he didn't quite know what it entailed but he knew he was alive and Stephanie was still by his side, holding onto his hand. Her brother was alive, and he was already optimistic about his future. For once, the hunter decided that maybe, just maybe, allowing other people's feelings to influence her wasn't that much of a bad idea. There was a death in the family, followed by a rebirth. Joshua survived.

-TBC-

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Elder goddess blues.

Chronicles of the Primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Elder goddess blues.

A/N : My sweet goddess had been talking to me. So I indulged her a little bit.

Elpis was sitting in front of her vanity, a golden brush in her hand. Wearing only a white negligée, the pink-haired goddess was quietly brushing her long pink strands while staring at her reflection. She held onto the brush a little harder as the thought of her late older brother crossed her mind. Khrön was the messenger of the gods, and the sibling she was the closest to. She remembered when the god came to her vessel, right after he regained his memories of her. He took a risk that day and signed his death warrant, but he did find her. She remembered her shiver as he embraced Asma, relieved to have seen the image of his sister, at least one last time. She remembered his face, as he accepted his doomed fate and apologized to her for failing her. The memory had her squeeze her brush harder.

She knew she lost her loyal siblings to the ambition of Ayasha and Ishtar. It didn't make it easier, however, for the pain was still sharp and still strong in her heart. It was so sharp that night, that Elpis broke her brush in half. Khrön and Sitäa were the only siblings who genuinely cared for her. Yes, like the rest of her family, including her parents, they had a hand at keeping her weak and gullible. They also feared her powers, but unlike the others, they tried to teach her to control it, her emotions at the very least. They tried to teach her to become less gullible and somehow, undo all the damage they caused. Sitäa talked about the power of love, the power of caring for another being than oneself. She tried to teach her how to understand love and tell apart those who truly did love her from those who simply wanted to control her. She wanted her to be ready, to love a Sin (who at the time, was believed to be devoid of any emotions), and to still be able to find her happiness given the circumstances she was in. Khrön helped her control her anger and resentment. He helped her identify this emotion, alongside her pride that could often lead to destruction.

Perhaps she felt sentimental tonight, but she was missing them. Tonight, of all nights, she thought of the good old times when she was nothing more but a young naive goddess. All those years spent in captivity inside human hosts were motivated by the very idea of revenge, but also the desire to see her loving siblings again alongside Pride. She knew when they died and she was still trapped inside Asma, that she would never be able to see them again when Pride frees her. Yet, she had still not truly realized just how bad she would have it. Tonight was the night when loneliness and grief took over. The strong desire to see dead loved ones overwhelmed the goddess who ended up crying a couple tears, she wiped off of her face. Her family was no more, -how could she consider traitors as a family?- but she found a new family. She found Pride.

Pride walked into the bedroom, still wearing his suit -without the blazer-, and holding a glass of bourbon in his hand. He quickly looked at her and the now broken brush on the vanity. She lifted her head to look at him, still boiling with a mix of grief and anger. Pride picked those emotions up, so he knew exactly what animated the goddess that night. He leaned against the vanity as she leaned into her chair and crossed her beautiful legs. Her golden orbs were glowing brightly as she tapped her fingers against the vanity. Pride took a sip of his bourbon, quietly, as if to let the goddess gather her thoughts before he finally spoke.

« I can feel your anger from across the room, my Light, » He started with. « Yet, I still have a feeling you're holding it back. »

« You would be right, my king. If I truly expressed my anger, there would be no Earth left, to rule. »

She was assertive, absolutely certain that if she let her emotions explode, there would be nothing left but death and destruction. There was no need to hurt her beloved humans when the ones she wanted to destroy were her pantheon. Pride wouldn't have minded it, the destruction of Earth. He hated the place, hated humans, hated the very existence of something below his nature yet.... he knew Elpis loved them and he had planned to let her rule over Earthrealm once they got rid of her pantheon. Elpis noticed his eyes flashed blue and she kept talking.

« I just can't stand the idea that Ayasha and Ishtar are still breathing as we speak. I cannot stand the idea that they're getting away with the murder of my siblings, with their attempted murder on me, the murder of my father...Each passing minute is torture for me. »

Pride took another sip of his drink, emptying the glass and swiftly putting it on the vanity. He grabbed her cheek with the hand that held the glass and forced the goddess to look at him. His eyes slowly took that color that sent shivers down the goddess of Hope's spine. They turned into that hint of bright blue, indicating the Sin's fierce resolve, anger, and desire for carnage wrapped into one. He hated when his beloved was upset, even more, when she was longing for carnage and he couldn't deliver it by the minute. You couldn't tackle an all-father without a plan, even less when he was paired with a Chessmaster such as Ayasha. She had probably anticipated an attack from them by now, probably went through all the known paths to the pantheon, and secured the entry with powerful guards.

She probably had searched for a way to unmake a sin, so she could surprise him and force him out of his vessel. She was clever, far more than you could guess she was and Pride wasn't the kind to charge headfirst. He'd plan and sometimes planning could take a while. Besides, Elpis needed to get stronger, to fully recover and break the limitations of her power forced onto her by her siblings and parents. It was taking time but she was making progress. She was, after all, becoming more and more in tune with nature, awakening her connection to Life as a whole, perhaps at the All-mother's level. His gaze grew in intensity, sending shivers down her spine, almost distracting her from her mourning.

« Fret not, my Light, we are set on the path of revenge now. I know it will be a dread to wait a little longer, but I promise you an act of grand revenge. I promise you a bath in your sister's golden blood. I promise you to make Ishtar scream and beg for his life. They will kneel before you, my queen, my light. They will squeal once they see your power and mine. Will you show them mercy, once we get there? » -He sighed in pleasure, as she kissed his wrist, motivated by his speech, and fueled with a peaceful fury. His affection and trust were enough to tip the scale towards the betterment of her emotions rather than the self-destructive path she was on. It even made her smile a little, an earnest little smile that filled Pride with warmth. -although, very shortly-

«How dare you to ask me if I will show them mercy once we get them on their knees ?... Of course not! I will not show them mercy. I will NOT show them any mercy after what they did! They took everything from me and from you! They deserve nothing but death. » She said, fired-up by his words.

« That's my Light. That's my queen and this is exactly how we will make them pay. I ask for your patience, and if this could be of any consolation to you, I will soon layout my plan so we could discuss the best way to execute it. »

He informed her before he pulled her off of her chair and against his hard frame. His left arm wrapped around her waist and he pressed a searing kiss to her lips. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him fiercely. She wasn't alone like her mind suggested earlier. She wasn't alone because she found a new family in Pride. She found someone to love, someone who knew her, someone who cared for her. They were given a second chance at being together, /thanks to/ Hades when he remade Pride, and she didn't hesitate to take that chance. Today, of all days, this truth also sunk in and the goddess, who was upset just seconds later, mellowed and was soothed by her sin's quiet dedication.

-TBC-