COPG: chessgame V -recap-

COPG: chessgame V -recap-

// It was overdue. I wanted to state where we are in the storyline. :) They will forever be famous. 

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Gaea finally chose to join her children in the fight against Elpis. She decided to lend her power and eventually maximize her chance of surviving the war by siding with a more powerful alliance. While her help would have been decisive if it was any other goddess,  Gaea felt that it would be useless against her daughter Elpis. Doubt had crept into her heart from the moment because she felt the power of her daughter. Elpis was becoming stronger, she was becoming far more powerful than Gaea expected her to be since she was able to control Nature. They even managed to talk to each other, briefly so, and the All-Mother realized that her daughter had awoken her power.  Elpis told her that she would take her crown and would become the new All-Mother, which scared Gaea so much that she joined her surviving children in a bid to survive. 

Ayasha and Ishtar were preparing for the upcoming war. Ishtar was plagued with nightmares and hallucinations of his sister. Ayasha tried to ignore her fear since she was visited by the Black Butterfly. The drums of war started to beat and Ishtar was organizing his army. Monsters and minor gods responded to his call and were gearing up, forging new weapons and armor. The drums of war started to beat but the Primeval Gods put on a brave face while their hearts were torn apart.  Victory wasn't certain but a necessity. They had to win. Elpis had to die and the Sin had to be contained.  Perhaps, with the help of the All-Mother, there was a chance they could win this war and the siblings were hoping to have the favor of victory. 

Elpis, well, she was thriving! Pride, with the help of an old friend turned foe turned ally -The goddess Hecate-, forged a ring that granted the Primeval Goddess a new freedom. She would finally be able to roam the mortal realm free without being located by her siblings. She would be able to use her magic and explore her powers without being found. Freedom...Freedom to be her true self and freedom to move. With that ring, she would be able to follow him anywhere he chose to go. She would be able to finally leave the confines of the walls he put her in. She would be able to be with him and that was the most important thing for the goddess. Nothing and no one would come between them. They would prepare for the war at their own pace and would attack when their enemies would be the least prepared for it. 

A vintage's touch: Shenanigans

 Colby: Shenanigans -Slightly spicy-

A/ N: Just because I woke up with these two in mind.

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Green eyes stared at the baby blue eyes of the gangster. He could read her concern quite easily. He knew she was upset by the stare she was giving him, worried about what he didn't tell her. They agreed to it, to him not talking about his line of work, not giving details about his job because she would never be able to handle it. She said so, not him. The nurse  was far from being stupid, she knew very well what he was doing, the blood from his clothes when he came back from a business meeting  was all she needed to see to understand what was going on and yet, it angered her. It felt like a weight in her stomach, the anxiety of it all, the fear of losing him because he went to another dangerous job and didn't make it. The fear of losing him because he didn't ask for help or met his match in his next enemy. They talked about it, he would never stop his business and she accepted it.

Green eyes stared at the baby blue eyes of the gangster, scanning every bit of his skin for a wound. He wasn't injured. It wasn't his blood. She watched him as he washed his hands clean, her toned and thick legs crossed over the wooden table she was sitting at as she observed Tom from behind. He was upset. Nervous actually. The job they were working paid a lot, sure, but they didn't have much room to manœuvre. He held the sink with his hands, his back arched, his eyes cold and focused on his pasty white fingers. She was upset and he felt it as soon as he came home. She barely spoke to him, just looked at his hands, furrowed her brows, and sat on the table. He hated it when she didn't speak. It had him guess, it had him think, it had him panic a little bit inside because he didn't know what she was thinking.

« Say something. »

He finally managed to say, turning around to lean against the sink and look at her. She looked like a present, her silky bathrobe hugged her curves, and gave him an appetizer for what was to come. Her brown locks fell onto her shoulders, curled like candies wrap and suddenly, his hand wanted to get lost in her.  He wanted to hold a fist of it, hold her gracile neck, and make her speak. She lifted a brow and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't want to talk to him, not when he came back looking all shady and she didn't know if she had to worry or not. Tom furrowed his brows and left the sink. He grabbed a chair and sat in front of her. Her feet were just inches from his lap, which made her lift a brow.

« I don't even understand why you're sulking, Mary. I've just come home. »

« With someone else's blood on your hands. » She noted, unfolding her arms and tapping her fingers on the wooden table. « Should I worry about you? »

« I'm fine. » He growled, his eyes roaming over her smooth legs up to her beautiful face. « You know how rough the business could become. » He pointed out. « Don't pretend you're discovering that shit today. »

« I don't.» She said, taking a deep breath and rolling her head to the side.

« Then what's the fucking problem here, eh? » He asked, furrowing his brows. She took a deep breath and decided not to answer. Her feet started to walk on his lap, making him draw a breath and intensely look at her. «Mary! » He warned her. She didn't want to talk but he did. « Mary...Talk to me. »

« I don't want to. » She whispered, her little toes pressed against his bulge, making him draw a breath as it sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine. Mary wanted to fuck, she didn't make it very clear when he came home, but now it was crystal clear that she wanted to rile him up and have him fuck her into oblivion. « I don't want to fucking talk to you tonight. »

She growled, her two feet now massaging his bulge while she pretended she wasn't doing anything. A conversation would come later, she would figure out the mess she was at this moment. Truth to be told, she was worried because he kept being lost in his thoughts and spent months away from home. It was unlike him, which worried Mary because if there was one thing Tom wasn't, it was forgetful. Tom's face became somber, his eyes dark and dangerous as he observed her. She was taking way too many liberties, taunting him, acting like a brat without at least giving him a reason as to why she was doing this. She was upset, he understood that and he suspected that it had to do with the latest job he took. He didn't know and it was frustrating. She chuckled to herself, knowing that she was driving the man crazy with her antics. Her heart was beating faster in her ribcage, pounding hard as it was anticipating his next move. He wasn't very patient, and after a while, with her feet playing his pants-clad cock, she felt him twitch against her. Her lips curled into a pout and Mary pushed him away, now certain that he was hard and his attention was focused on her.

She pushed herself back, sliding onto the table and finding herself at the center of it, but he grabbed her ankle and yanked her towards him. She whimpered and laid on her back, her hair spilled around her face like a brown crown and a smirk that was dancing on her lips. She kicked his chest, playfully so, informing Tommy that she was not going to surrender easily and would try to escape from him. It made him groan and curse in between his breaths. As a matter of fact, he had felt her absence for way too long, her little games, her attitude, everything was done on purpose to rile him up. That made sense all of a sudden. For a brief second, he released her ankle and she used her arms to push herself up on the table, but he grabbed her ankle again and yanked her leg back, forcing her to resume her previous position.

Her eyes were intensely staring at him, glowing almost with sheer excitement as he spread her legs and pushed her at the corner of the table. The flimsy fabric of the bathrobe opened and exposed her ample chest. Mary chuckled and bit her bottom lip as Tom pressed his bulge against her wet warm panties clad slit. She hissed and shut her eyes tight, pushing his chest away so she could try and sneak out of his embrace but he sunk his nails into her waist and pinned her against the table. He wasn't amused, anymore, and for a brief moment, she felt danger. It covered her skin with goosebumps and made her run her fingers into his black locks. He figured her out and he wasn't there to play anymore.

-TBC-

Klasma: 1 year ( flash forward)

Klasma: 1 year.

A/ N: Well, I felt like writing:p It's very cheesy though. XD

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The town at dawn was always quite the view. The sky would take purple/orange lighting and would look like a painter spilled their buckets of paints on a white canvas sometimes. Nëela loved waking up at dawn because she would usually make some coffee and stare by the window as the sun would slowly rise and light would invade her dark bedroom. Sometimes she loved to stay in bed and enjoyed a lazy morning sex with Klaus if he was with her. He was, that morning, and as soon as she woke up, the witch rolled on her side. Her dyed pink locks fell on her face as she searched Klaus with her gold eyes. Judging by his blue eyes wide open, he was awake too, which made her smile. The pink-haired witch shifted a little on the mattress, so her face would be at his level, and instantly, as if it naturally came to him, the hybrid gently stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her.

« It's been a year... » -She whispered as he gently cupped her neck and pulled her towards him for a morning kiss. Those were the softest he could give when desire wasn't tugging at his loins. He would press his lips against hers, gently brushing them together until she chose to break it, which she did. « It's been a fucking year...we haven't killed each other just yet. »

She chuckled and quietly rolled on him, so she could sit on his lap with her hands on his chest. The Mikaelson grunted and moved his hands over the soft skin of her legs to her boxer-clad waist. Her soft hands rubbed his chest, enjoying the sensation of his skin underneath and she slowly rocked on top of him, distracting Klaus in the process. A year? It had already been a year since he took Neela to a fancy restaurant and for Klaus, it felt like yesterday. She felt like he met her yesterday. Her bright smile warmed his heart and he cupped her cheek again as she bent forward and pressed her lips to his. He gently ran his hand under her top, just to feel the warmth of her skin as she was still rocking her hips on top of him.

« I can't really focus right now, not when you're doing that with your hips. » -He warned her. But was met with a giggle from the woman who chuckled softly- « Nëela, I'm serious. »

« Since when? » She teased him before she stopped moving and straightened up. Her gold orbs stared at his baby blues and silence quietly settled between the two of them. He ran his hand over her arm and took a deep breath. « Are you telling me you can't handle a little bump and grind? »

« I can handle this. » He quickly replied, his hand gently stroking her soft leg. « I can handle all of you. »

« I know you can. » She rolled her head and closed her eyes. « I feel grateful for you. »

« You shouldn't say that. I make you cry. » He pointed out while she grabbed his hand and put it against her face.

Navigating in those troubled waters Neela had been quite challenging for Alex. She had her own demons to battle, from her touch deprivation and curse to PTSD. The woman had fought tooth and nail against her enemies, random rogue witches who were willing to cross the country to find and kill her. She had to deal with a pain he couldn't understand or soothe. He still took note and kept it somewhere at the back of his head. He would always make sure she had somewhere safe to go when shit hit the fan with her enemies. The most difficult to handle definitely was her PTSD. He didn't quite know what to do when she suddenly recoiled at a corner during an argument they had, because he raised his voice too high or he walked towards her. Those were very rare moments, but they existed and for a fleeting second, she did believe he would hurt her. How could he? Klaus was crazy, everyone knew that. He was gleefully killing people who tried to kill him or to protect his family. He didn't care who was at the other end of his fangs or his fists or anything he could get his hands on as long as they were a threat to his people.

But hurting Nëela? Even when he was at his angriest, Klaus would never do such a thing. But her body remembered and she shook from head to toe and froze on spot most of the time when she simply didn't leave the room. In moments like these, if she was unable to move, Klaus would leave the room because the last thing she wanted to see was his face. He would leave the house and try to calm his nerves. Truth be told, the hybrid hated when she got scared of him. It was much better when she was angry and lashed out at him, it was much better when they were bickering and thank the gods that it was more often like this than otherwise. Nëela furrowed her brows for a minute, allowing silence to settle in the room once again. Yes, Klaus made her cry, several times already but he had his reasons to act the way he did. She knew he had seen tons of shit, the death of loved ones, betrayals and even lost his siblings due to his very nature.   He made her cry and yet, here she was, still with him, right on top of him at this instant.

« Yes you do, but you also make me laugh. » She gently added, a soft smile creeping on her lips. « I sometimes look at you and I don't know what to say. »

« Because you're mad? » He teased her, gently pulling on her arm to make her bend forward. She pecked his lips and shook her head., her hips rocking a little as she resumed her teasing. He grunted and rolled over so she was now on her back and he was on top of her. She spread her legs a little, giving him a better access to her body and wrapped her left arm around his shoulders while her right hand cupped his cheek. Her lips pressed against his, hard turning a soft kiss into a demanding one. He bucked his hips, pressing his bulge against her boxer-clad slit, and elicited a moan from the witch who shook her head.

« No...not because I'm mad. » She said with a soft chuckle before he kissed her neck and had her wrap her other hand around his neck. « Because I think you're handsome and I wonder what kind of Luck I have...I've hit the jackpot, Klaus...I have. »

He didn't say anything, instead, Klaus bent forward and pressed his lips to Neela. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him further against her frame. He planted a kiss on her neck and leaned against her while making sure he wasn't crushing her body with his weight. He felt he was the one who got lucky. She saw his past life, she knew some of his struggles, and saw his scars. It didn't deter her from him, she didn't run away from him. She saw the cracks and the burns and the ashes that his heart stored inside and she didn't leave. She should have, he thought to himself, she should have run away from him, as far as possible so she wouldn't be in danger, and yet she remained there, in his arms, against his hard frame. She kept stroking his face and kept telling him how protected she felt, how safe he made her feel. And he could feel his own heart skip several beats when he heard her voice and the late-night confessions on the comfortable bed they shared. He could feel his heart swell as she claimed her love for him, and he decided she would become his responsibility. He would make her feel safe, he would make her feel loved, he would make sure she knew she had a family with him, that she was family to him. To distract her from the heavyweight that fell upon the two of them after her sentence, Klaus gave her a shallow thrust, eliciting a moan from the woman who rolled her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

« 1 year uh? » She nodded and moaned again as he thrust again. Her toes curled as she enjoyed the nice friction between them. « I guess I have you under my skin uh? »

« I think you have me under your skin already. » She chuckled and pressed her lips to his. « You have a very gorgeous smile on you...And... » He lifted a brow.

«And? »

« And soon enough, we will be able to eat some cheese and drink some wine while you paint a portrait of me. » He stopped moving and furrowed his brows. « I'm serious Klaus. I was planning to surprise you but I decided otherwise. » She said, pecking his lips as he ran his hand into her pink locks. She had always expressed her desire to own a house by the sea where they would be able to paint and live a soft life. She cupped both his cheeks as he was left speechless and gave him a coy smile. « It's for real Niklaus...I rented a house for a month. » She trailed off and bit her bottom lip harder. «1 year, Klaus. 1 year... I fucking love you. »

« 1 year... incredible... »

-TBC-

GoT (modern) : In the shower

 Your strong hands cupped both of my cheeks while I turned the water off in order to have a better look at you. Your taller figure was towering over mine, engulfing me in a comforting shadow. My panicked purple hues stared at you but you smiled at me. You always smiled at me. Your thumbs stroked my cheeks, slightly distracting me away from the stress I was feeling that day. You always understood me, my silence and the words I couldn't say when I couldn't cope with life. You always knew what I needed, how I needed it; An anchor to reality. I needed to feel real again, myself again and you were always there. Your hands-on my cheeks guided my gaze to yours, where I could see your beautiful green eyes. For a minute, there was nothing in the world but you and me in that shower.

I wanted to apologize on that day, say that I couldn't help but feel sorry to put you through this ordeal. I wanted to say that you deserved better than a girlfriend whose mind sometimes broke into a million pieces. I wanted to apologize, for not being as strong as I was supposed to be......but you never wanted me to. You never let me finish my sentences, you never felt that I had to apologize for this. Your hands.. on that gloomy day, your hands healed me. As you were washing my hair, I slowly got anchored back to reality. I was back in the moment, with you in that shower. I remember my hands running over your strong back, I remember my fingers sinking into the hard skin of your shoulder blades and my body pressed against yours. I remember holding you so tight that I feared I would break you at that moment and I remember you holding me back.I kissed your shoulder and I leaned against your chest, while the warm shower was running down our entwined bodies. I love you, for you can see me at my most vulnerable and still love me. I love you, for you never gave up on us when I always gave you a way out. I love you  because you said you didn't want a way out and would always choose me, all of me..all the time.

TB: Her name

TB: Her name

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

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«Sara! »

There was something in the way he said her name, a little change of tone that could say a thousand things. When Homelander was upset with her, he would say her name in such a harsh and dry way that it would sound like a whip in the wind. It was unpleasant, dry, almost as if she was at the receiving end of that whip. It happened the most when the two of them were arguing, which quickly happened when Sara was scared or worried. She did her best to remain hidden but The Deep, Ashley, A-Train were on her case and there was still the threat of The Boys finding about her. She had to stomach the fact he was hurt and could be in worse shape since Butcher and Hughie had powers through temp V. She had to accept that he could die at any given time and she had to be prepared for it. It just didn't work the way it should. She still hated the sight of his blood. He was aware of that but that didn't prevent him from being upset at her whenever she brought her concerns. He would rather have Sara jealous of the girls he might encounter and afraid he might cheat on her rather than her being scared for his life. It made him feel angry, weak and upset at himself and it did hurt to see her worried about him. He wanted to protect her from the life he was leading and by not telling her the details of his business, he kinda was.

« Sara. »

There was something in how he said her name, a little change of tone that could say a thousand things. When they were cuddling at night, he would often purr her name in her ear. He would take his time to pronounce it and the sound he would make would be round, rich, and warm. It was enjoyable as if he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. It was a caress, a hug, or maybe even just a kiss on her cheek. It was tender and soft and she enjoyed the way he was saying it. Sometimes he would call her « Babygirl». It was a pet name that came to his mind. At first, it happened during a night of passion, it was sexual, it was powerful but naturally, it evolved into something else. It worked just fine, she always reacted so well when he called her babygirl so it stuck around. The nickname became something more when they started to date. « Babygirl » calmed Sara. It made things more casual. It made things a little more special between the two of them. It made things normal, so yes, he did call her « Babygirl », with that rich and smooth tone of his, to let her know everything was alright and he was happy. Because he was.

« Sara... »

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

« Sara.. »

It felt like an « I love you. ».

And it was.

A vintage's touch: A war in your heart

There is a war in your heart. Happiness is at the tip of your fingers, and you know it. Despair is at the back of your head, already planning your future loss. Why else would the universe bring me to you, if not to mess with you like it did before? Why not take away this piece of bliss you tasted? I could die tomorrow and you would survive me, like you survived your lovers, like you survived John and... I could die tomorrow and grief was all you saw when you looked at me. Even now, as you let your fingers stroke my coily hair. 

There is a war in your heart. Happiness was at the tip of your fingers. You often realized when I wasn't around, that you were happy, truly happy, and fulfilled. Suddenly there was someone waiting for you when you returned home. Suddenly there was someone who saw you as you truly were and accepted you, all of you. You weren't alone anymore and that sweet warm thought made your heart lighter than a feather. " I can touch the sky." You told me while your hands ran over my leg. "I can't really breathe when you are near. You take my breath away." And I loved hearing those words. I loved being loved by you.

There is a war in your heart, and love on your lips. You would whisper to me words I have never heard of, and I would melt..... I would because I know how much you never let yourself be vulnerable in front of anyone but me. How can someone be this happy? How can someone with a life such as yours, be allowed to have another chance? I know you don't believe that what we have is real. I understand...I do. I know you wake up at night, sweating, upset, and worried about potentially losing me. I am sorry... I am sorry I can't take those worries away. 

There is a war in your heart but peace reigns in your mind. You have never seen things more clearly than now. There is a future for you, A future for us.... a future where two broken minds can find comfort and love. You embrace it and you fear it all the same. I love you, Tom, more than you can ever think of. I love you, always. 

Doya: Drive

 Oya leaned into the passenger seat, her eyes staring at the car's roof while her arms rested on her chest. She tilted her head to the side just to look at Dean who was focused on driving. A soft smile graced her feature and she gently put her hand on his thigh, stroking it through the denim material while she leaned on her side to look better at her husband. It was a gentle touch, one she needed to have to anchor herself back to reality, in a world that had nothing to do with the nightmares she suffered from at night. It was a world where Dean was alive and she was happy. He tilted his head to her and gave Oya a smile as she was now fidgeting with his shirt. She smiled back, a timid smile that betrayed the state of her mind. Oya was worried, she didn't like to think much about the consequences of their job. She knew that any time they stepped out of the bunker they could die. one of them or both but it was part of the deal, it was the risk they all agreed to. 

She held onto his shirt, tugging at it to get his attention again and when he set his green eyes upon her, the hunter smiled and pressed her head against his arm. "I love you." She whispered while her free hand went up his dirty blond hair and started to massage his scalp. They were doing alright, come to think of it. Her last conversation with Joshua highlighted how good Oya was having it. She was doing alright. She had a family and they were all alive and well. Castiel was working hard in Heaven, Sam was in a settled and comfortable relationship with Eileen, Joshua was about to become a father and Sarah grew even closer to her family. They were doing good, what more could she ask for? Dean grinned and turned his head so he could press his lips to her forehead. "Me too."Life was good. As good as a slice of apple pie. 

COPG: Elpis love language

  Quality time: Elpis is  devoted to her sin and would always give them 100% of her attention. She does love to go out and enjoy the mortal fine arts with her sin. She also makes sure that any moment spent at home is worth the time, filled with love, affection, and attention. Or sometimes she would let him express his powers and aura on human and would do the very same, just because. Vancouver was the perfect time out.

 Giving gifts: Elpis loves to receive gifts, she also loves giving them. She forged a crown for Pride, infused with her own energy. She loves to gift him with fine arts and beautiful objects. She thinks that giving gifts is a way to show her affection and a way for Pride to know she loves him. 

Words of affirmation: Elpis is big on praising her king. She loves to hear him praise her and she loves to let him know that he is perfection. She always flatters his ego and always tells him how much good he does. She thinks that by telling him how good he's doing something or is with her, then he would believe it and it would make him feel better.

physical touch: Elpis loves to touch her sin, she loves to wrap her arms around his shoulders. She loves to kiss him, run her hands into his blonde mane. The goddess feels the need to  show him her affection by always making sure to feel his skin, hold him, or have him wrap his hand around her neck.

Colby's headcanon: Mary's love language

  Quality time: She always tries to make sure that Tommy spend some time with his son and with the rest of her family. She always runs him a bath and sits on a chair and read him poems when he's bathing. She would always ride a horse with him and they would go have a picnic together. She wants him to make memories and to live in the present. 

Words of affirmation: Mary promised herself that she would never let anyone feel like she did while growing up and married to Carter. So she always makes sure to let Tommy know how much she loves him. She would always let him know that he's not cursed by God, that he's not in the wrong and he's doing the best he can for his family

physical touch: Mary would always show her affection. She would always hold onto him when they're sleeping or when she can give him  a hug. She loves to be in touch, and will always seek to touch him anyway she can. She's a nurturing person and she always makes sure to give her affection to Tommy and the rest of the family. 

COLBY: sometimes in the middle of the night.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, you wake up and go to your office. I woke up shortly after because there was a shift in the bed and I woke up to an empty bed. I know where to find you, well, most of the time. I wake up, wrap some bathrobe around my frame, and slip into my slippers. I go to the kitchen and pour us some coffee before I walk to your office. Here you are, focused on your papers, fully awake and going. I'm still sleepy but I can see the faint smile and the nod you give me when I put your cup of coffee on your desk, near you.  I don't know what you're working on, I never ask about it, but I know a worried man when I see one. So I run my fingers through your hair and I plant a kiss on your forehead. You take a break and you wrap your arms around my waist, pulling me closer to you. "You should be going back to bed." you always tell me and I nod and whisper back "Maybe you should join me there, then?" But you chuckle and shake your head. "I have work to do." and I shrug and press another kiss on your head. "Well, maybe this time, I could watch my beautiful man work? I promise I won't make a sound. I'll just sit on the chair across your desk and will be as quiet as a mouse." I don't need to convince you because you nod and release my waist. I usually sit and drink my coffee, staring at you and smiling at you while you work. I love you. I love you so much. 

Colby headcanon: Mary and her singing career

Mary had always loved singing. When she started her career as a nurse at the orphanage she grew up in, she thought she would still be useful and earn enough money to support herself by becoming a nurse but it wasn't enough. She met her husband and quickly enough she had to work at a factory to support both of them. She still sang during her breaks and managed to earn extra money between shifts by singing for the workers, the neighbors, and anyone willing to pay during her breaks. 

It became her primary source of income after the death of her husband. She became a full-fledged singer and landed a job at the Garrison pub. Today, she's training to become a nurse at the Grace Institute and has since left her singing career behind. Tommy? oh, he still loves to listen to her sing, sometimes when she breaks into a song, he doesn't talk so he can enjoy her voice. It's their special thing, she's now singing only for Charlie and him. 

copg: life of Elpis: Pride gave her freedom.

Pride had done the impossible for the goddess: He set her free twice. the first time he broke the curse that forced her into a never-ending cycle of reincarnation. He released her to the world and allowed all of existence to witness her rebirth. However, her liberation came at a price. She had to be locked in safe houses and spellbound rooms to hide her from her siblings. That wasn't a life for the goddess and the Sin could tell she was unhappy. She needed to explore her powers, to experiment, to finally embrace her true power, and to make it happen, he sought Hecate, her former friend and powerful goddess who had recently flipped over and joined their ranks. Pride forged a ring, infused with his energy and Hecate's magic. He forged her a ring that would allow her to finally be free to leave the confines of her safe houses and train while being cloaked from her family. A gift of inestimable value: Freedom. She was grateful that her beloved Sin worked so hard to allow her to be free and was more than ready to wreak havoc!

TB: Ashley schemes.

Ashley heard rumors about Homelander seeing Unnamed Girl. She was upset at first, that the singer refused to join the Seven. She was even more upset by Unnamed Girl's refusal to sing a song for the upcoming movie.  She tried to manufacture a fake romance between A-Train and Unnamed Girl and it didn't take off. Instead, she rejected A-train and seemed to have taken a liking to Homelander -or so said A-train-. Confused and upset, the ginger was wondering what to do with that information. 

A-train seemed to be really upset about that, so she would need to find a way to keep him on a tight leash. If Homelander was really seeing that woman, Ashley started to think that it might have been much better than her previous plans.  Homelander, by dating an African American woman would prove he wasn't racist and she could even bring new fans of the seven with her massive fanbase. Perhaps, she could even show that Homealnder had a soft spot and a softer side and wasn't a robot or a maniac if he was able to entertain a relationship with a somewhat stable woman? Everything was ticking and clicking in Ashley's mind and she turned to the Deep. "Find me who Unnamed Girl is. I need to have a way to spy on her and confirm if the rumors are true." "who is Unnamed Girl" he asked, much to her dismay. "Don't be lame Deep. Find me who she is! Pronto!"

Klasma: a monster.

I'm used to being called a monster. I heard it so much that it etched itself into my heart. A monster, an abomination, a traitor...You'd think that the excruciating pain I get from my curse would be the worst consequence I got, but you'd be wrong. What hurts the most are those words uttered to me by disgruntled and disappointed people, those I hurt when I didn't mean to, and those I hurt on purpose.  It's the fact I would be rejected wherever I went, unable to form relationships, unable to find people who care about me....finding relief by being of service and helping others. I'm used to being called a monster...but I am sick of hearing it, sick of believing it... sick of hurting because of it. 

Got:(modern): no way out.

Bäahal sat in her bedroom, her eyebrows furrowed and her arms crossed above her chest. She was lost in her thoughts, pondering if her rash decision was the right one to make. She thought that Daenerys new romance with Jon Snow would give her some space, that perhaps, her sister would see her for who she was. It seemed to go that way for a couple of months, but soon enough, the dragon queen's iron fist clenched around her throat. The honeymoon was really short-lived and Bäahal thought that she should have anticipated it. What freedom did she have? Daenerys was controlling her finances still, only giving her monthly allowances and no amount of polite conversations would give the heiress, the freedom to do as she pleased.  

She wanted to live with Jaime, together in his house. She wanted to settle with him, have a routine, and build a relationship but he told her that they would have to discuss it. Bäahal didn't like the sound of these words. "We need to talk" always meant that something was wrong and she realized that maybe, for Jaime, everything was going too fast. She didn't think things through and now... and now...  She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled her knees to her face. What if Jaime didn't want her to stay and settle with him? What if he told her that she couldn't just decide to leave her manor and hope Daenerys wouldn't want to know where she was. It would bring her issues to Jaime's door and she didn't want to force him into her miserable life.  She tilted her head to the side and looked at her bags. Perhaps, it was best to stay at her house and protect Jaime that way. Perhaps she had no other choice but to accept that her family wouldn't change, there was no way out. There /was/ no way out. 

A vintage's touch: He was afraid to fail her. - Arthur x Mary-

He thought he would be relieved now that Mary was with his brother.  For years Tommy and Mary have been beating around the bush, frustratingly so. They were deeply in love with each other, already a family along with Charlie, and yet, they refused to admit it to each other, let alone to the rest of the family. They had their reasons and Arthur could understand why Tommy didn't want to admit his love for Mary. He lost all the women in his life. All the women he cared for so why would it be different with Mary? 

For Arthur things were a bit different. He didn't want to fail yet another sister. he still couldn't get over Grace's death and still blamed himself for being drunk and allowing Grace to be murdered.  He didn't want to fail Mary and have her blood in his hands because he knew that he would never be able to forgive himself if anything happened to her. Sweet Mary pulled him back on his feet when even Ada had enough of his inability to handle himself. Sweet Mary talked to him and comforted him when Linda left. Sweet Mary made his brother happy, he couldn't allow the curse of the Shelbys to touch her... he couldn't allow him to be weak enough and fail his sister. He just couldn't... He just wouldn't. 

TB headcanon: Sara Love language

 Quality time: She is a busy megastar and doesn't always have the time for herself (especially when she's on a tour). So she always makes sure that any moment spent with the other is made of quality. She's devoted to the person and would always give them 100% of her attention. She does love to go out and do meaningful and quiet outings where they can talk, laugh, play, or confide in each other. She also makes sure that any moment spent at home is worth the time, filled with love, affection, and attention. 

Words of affirmation: Because she's been denied most of her time and belittled while growing up, Sara is very big on giving (and receiving) words of affirmation. She will praise the other and will always make sure that he knows what she thinks of them, how high she thinks of them, and how beautiful they are to her eyes. She will always reassure them and will always claim her love for them. 

physical touch: Sara needs to have her hands all over her lover. She needs to hug them, kiss them, cuddle them, and would always love up on them any chance she gets. She hasn't been shown love that way while growing up and she doesn't want to treat others the way she's been treated. touch is essential in her way of showcasing love. 

GoT headcanon: Bäahal love language

Bäahal love language: 

acts of service:  She fought hard for Jaime (whether it was crossing the whole country to find him / his grave and help him or pleading with her sister to consider her relationship with the knight in a bid to both save his life and give him a second chance at life and love. ) and She will always do anything in her power in order for him to feel good, loved, and cared for. She's also very naive and innocent in the way she behaves and loves to share her experiences with others. 

words of affirmation: She always talks to him, always points out his qualities, and always reassures him that she loves him and that he's doing good. She sees him in her own way and she sees him as a good man, worthy of being with her and worthy of being happy. 

Her tears: it's a special one. Bäahal is a crybaby but she doesn't cry just for anybody. She only cries for the people she loves. 

 

Doya headcanon: Love language

Oya Love language: 

Giving gifts: "Oya loves to buy ugly aprons/ ugly sweaters to Dean. She loves to gift him with vintage weapons, ugly outfits, and anything she sees that reminds her of him. It's her way of saying that she thought of him and wanted to bring him something from her trips. "

words of affirmation: "She reminds Dean how good of a person he is and how much she admires him, loves him, and cares for him. She highlights his good deeds, his qualities, and what she loves about him. "

quality time: "She loves to work cases with him and sees them as spending quality time with each other. She will always try to find a moment to take him out of his head or the case and bring them together."

Klasma headcanon: Love language // animals

Love language: 

Nëela shows her affection through : (non-exhaustive list) 

Quality time: She always makes sure to spend some time with her loved one. She would want them to feel good, happy, cared for, and satisfied.  For example, she loves to watch Klaus paint (and eventually would become his muse), She would go for a walk or to a ball. 

Physical touch: (she's been touch-deprived for so long that she would definitely always touch the other in some form)

Acts of service: She will always be of service. She shows her gratitude and her affection for Elijah by making potions and helping him save his family. Actions always add weight to her words. 

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She is very lovely with animals. Despite having a familiar (which assumes the appearance of a cat), Nëela doesn't see him often. She loves cats above anything else but has an affinity with any and all animals.

A vintage's touch: Mommy dearest

Helen Bridge had always made sure that nothing and no one could stand in her way. She had always refused to be a victim of her time and always acted accordingly. First, she wanted to experience life and refused to restrain herself from falling in love or enjoying sex. Her boldness led her to a handsome Jamaican man with whom she had a child. Upon discovering that unwanted pregnancy, Helen was forced to make a choice: either she tried to get rid of the baby by her own means before her body showed signs of the pregnancy or she delivered the baby and left it behind. She didn't want to risk her life, so delivering the baby seemed like the safest option for her. She returned to the United Kingdom and delivered her baby at an orphanage owned by nuns. She didn't want to hold the baby in her arms or see it, but she overheard the nurses talk about her green eyes and beauty spots and despite her best efforts, Helen kept the information with her. 

She left the orphanage and that unwanted child behind her without any remorse. Her father decided to make her his heir and at his death, she inherited a massive fortune and his company she ruled with an iron fist.  As she grew older, she became more interested in politics and got involved in a far-right political party. Hungry for power, Helen started to see Sir Martin Blackwater, a far-right MP from the House of Lords who gravitated around Mosley. She had power at the tip of her fingers and was contemplating marrying him when he asked her to disclose if she had any skeletons in her closet. Panicked, she assured him that she had none but decided to make sure that she cut all the loose ends on her part. She hired a detective to search for the child she once left behind. She needed to know if that girl survived and if she did, she had to kill her for good. It took her several months but the worst news was delivered to her: Her daughter had survived. her name was Mary Colson and she was seeing that fraud Thomas Shelby. If she wanted to get married to Sir Blackwater, she had to kill Mary Colson and she was determined to get it done. 

Got: "I love you."

 "I fell in love with you before I even knew what it was. I believe that my heart knew who you were from the moment I laid eyes on you. When I thought you were dead, after the Last War, part of me wished for you to be alive because Icouldn't imagine being in a world where you were not. I cried myself to sleep, prayed the gods to see your face at least one last time. I held onto the thought of seeing you again  so when I saw you at Highgarden, oh Jaime... I was so happy, well, I thought I was until we got our blessings. Being with you, being able to hold you, kiss you.. being able to love you without restraint made me know true happiness. I am happy here, in your arms. I am happy here... with you. I love you. "

Klasma: "I love you"

 "Klaus! Fucking stop it! Fucking stop talking! You don't get to tell /me/ what I am supposed to think about you! You don't get to control me! Nobody gets to control me! I might be cursed, I might be fucking cursed but I can still make decisions for myself! You keep running away from me! You keep trying to make me hate you for some reason! You keep trying to make me see you like a monster but you're not a fucking monster! I chose /you/! I chose /you/ now! I will choose you tomorrow! Yeah! You hear me? You hear me? I chose you! I love you! And I know, I know it's not going to be easy. I know we're going to hurt each other, we're going to bicker and be angry at each other but you know what? It doesn't matter to me. we can bicker all you want. we can do it for all eternity! I want to. I want it! I want you! I love you! So fucking stop running away and look me in the eyes! look me in the fucking eyes and tell me now, and tell me true. Tell me that you hate me. Tell me you want to use me. Tell me that you don't want to see me ever again and mean those fucking words. If not... if not... come and kiss me already."

Doya: I love you

 "We're not good with words, but I'll give it a shot. Last year I proposed and I made a speech, telling you how much I love you and how much I was proud to be your wife. We didn't need to get itched, because we already were "it", but you still indulged me. You still did it to make me happy and today, we share the same name like we share the same heart. What I want to say is... You make me happy. You are my slice of apple pie. You cook for me, you make love to me, you always hold me when I have a nightmare and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I want this life to keep going the way it is. I want this life with you until our last breath. Thank you for showing me I can be loved. Thank you for making me the happiest woman alive. No cap. You truly do."

TB: "I love you"

"You asked me why I stood by your side when nobody else did. You asked me... unf... You asked me why I never looked at you as if you were a monster and the truth is.. You are different. You are different with me. You care for me when no one ever did. You see me, John and it's all I've always wanted. Sure, I know...You are a complex man! I understand that. You carry the world on your shoulders and if there is anything I know about power and emotions, it's that people are scared of powerful people. they are scared of you but I am not. I see you and I see the person you are underneath all of that. I see through the smoke and I love what I see. I love you, John. And I realize that maybe you wouldn't feel the same and you might not want to live with me. I'm okay with it but it surely sucks for me if you don't want that. It sucks for me because I'm head over heels for you and I want to be with you. I'm in love and it might be ridiculous for the most powerful man on Earth but I fucking love you and... and... there is no one else in the whole world that I want to share my life with.  You're different and I love that about you because you're not like all those fucking losers, those posers, those liars who either took advantage of me, hurt me or hate me. So yeah... there's your answer."

COPG: "I love you"

 "From the moment we met, you already had my heart. You were magnificent from the moment I saw you. your ambition knew no bounds and the way you influenced those humans was beautiful. You were beautiful to me from the moment I laid eyes on you. You became even more beautiful as time went by. you've been unmade, your memories have been wiped, you've been remade but I have never stopped loving you. If anything, losing you gave us the chance to meet again and to get to know each other better. I love you more and like Eternity, my love has no end. Pride...You are my Alpha and my Omega. you are my everything and I will always be by your side. My Emperor, my beloved... All I want is just to be with you no matter where, no matter when... no matter how because I love you."

Mary: "I love you"

 « Hey…. Oh what I was doing? Just reading a book and pondering something. Tom…I want to make something clear, something real clear so please… listen to me. You are my heart. You are my family. You took me in when I had nowhere safe to go, despite everything that made me a target. You never cared about my origins, the blood in my veins, the curves i was gifted with… or the fact I was married before and had a child who is no more. You never judged me for that. You welcomed me as I was, let me help raise your son who I love like me own. You gave me a reason to keep going when I was the most confused in my life. I fell in love with you slowly, over the years. I saw how much you loved your son and how much you loved your wife. I saw how much you cared for your family and how ready to get your hands dirty you were to do it. I saw family quarrels, disputes, animosity but I also saw forgiveness from and for you. I loved what I saw. I loved the scars, the pain, the joy, the passion in you. I loved you as you were. Do you remember when you asked me why I was willing to go back into this life with you? On my birthday night? I  said the truth. You weren’t taking from me. I chose you knowingly. You are a complex man and one with a lot of layers, always ahead of everyone, always thinking forward. You are a man who was wounded and I can see the scars because I recognize the shape as it’s the same as mine. I know you and your quirks and your needs. A free spirit, a black stallion. I accept it. I accept that you won’t always be there. I accept that you will always need to do your business. You need challenge. You need a purpose. I accept that I would never truly know what you think. But I will always love you. I will always care for you. It’s who I am. A healer.. a nurse. But even a nurse sometimes needs to be loved and to feel safe and that’s exactly what you make me feel. So my heart is yours. I trust you with my life. I trust you Tommy. But more than trust, it’s love I feel for you. I want to grow old and gray with you. That’s my desire. That’s all I want. »

GoT headcanon: Longing // how does she cope with the absence.

 1) Baahal misses when Jaime strokes her arms or hair and when they snuggle. 

She also misses when  he gets bold and pins her against the kitchen counter or a desk to fuck her and his intense kisses that turn her on so much. 

2) she writes to him. In modern it’s the texts she sends him. She also sexts him a lot when they are apart. In regular she writes and fulfills her duties to keep from thinking about him. She also plays with herself a lot but erm… doesn’t help not want more 🤷🏾‍♀️ it’s a temporary fix

Klasma headcanon: Longing // how does she cope with the absence.

 1) the witch misses when they go back and forth and bicker or tease each other. She loves talking with Klaus and loves listening to him so she misses their conversations a lot. She also misses when he touches her shoulder or her hand, any sort of contact when they talk. 

Sexually? It’s the bite. It’s watching him turn when she makes herself bleed or when he bites her. She also misses his hands holding onto her when she wants to escape because her climax is overwhelming and he keeps fucking her. They are both very sensitive and she misses playing with it. 

2) really badly. She misses him so much that she usually drinks, and the rare times she gets to mingle with humans / supernatural creatures, it either leads to a fight or she drinks some more. She  texts klaus . To at least bicker on the phone or tease him with a picture of her nice ass.

COPG headcanon: Longing // How does she cope with the absence.

 1) Elpis misses Pride a lot. He gets lost in his plans and sometimes spends months apart from her. She misses them enjoying fine diner and arts together. She misses his voice and the way he calls her pet names. She misses his fingers on her neck. 

Fingers he usually uses to choke her out when they have sex. Being a submissive she misses his praises and his spanking. She misses when he gives her orders to follow and when he corrects her when she’s bratty. She misses his purple eyes a lot. But more than anything, she misses how roughly he fucks her at times. Who would dare if not Pride? 

2) oh she can’t do much until her family is defeated so she drinks, dresses, stays within the confines of his spells. But she gets bored and would try to fuck herself out of frustration (relief is short-lived) or read everything in the room/ safe house until she gets frustrated again. So she fantasize about killing her siblings.

Doya headcanon: Longing // how does she cope with the absence.

 1) Oya misses deans meals. She loves to watch him or help him (minimal help since she’s a disaster in a kitchen) cook for them. She loves when he runs his fingers through her massive hair and when they make out. Especially when they make out. And he sings so well… but when he’s not there she can’t sing along with him in the car or hotel. 🙁 

Sexually? She misses initiating sex. She always lets her fingers run under his shirt or her lips kiss his neck. She would smack his ass sometimes or would gently knead his butt. She would rake her nails on his back just to entice him and will whisper sweet nothings to his ear. She misses letting him know she wants him. She also misses when his hand wraps around her legs and he takes her deeper. Sigh… Dean 🥲

2) she fights harder. Oya is more vicious and ferocious against monsters when she’s alone. She also calls him everyday and texts him until she falls asleep. She buys him ugly aprons or custom guns if she can find them. Gifts are part of her love language and keeps her from missing him too much.

TB headcanon: Longing / how does she cope with his absence

 1) Sara misses Homelander so much she doesn’t even understand it. She misses his smile. His arms wrapped around her waist so he can pepper her neck with kisses. She misses his hugs and affection. She misses his beautiful  eyes  set upon her. She misses sleeping wrapped around him. But she misses his genuine laughter. He doesn’t play a role with her and that rawness and genuine interaction is missed dearly. 

Oh boy. Listen. She loves our boy Homie. Especially when he fucks her like he does. It’s difficult to list what she misses the most but she does miss when he drinks from her. She misses when he takes her harder, deeper, when she can smear her juices on his face and choke him. She misses their physicality the most and of course to be filled to the brim by his huge cock. She’s a size queen 🤷🏾‍♀️

2) she has a career and it’s really helping her cope with his absence. However when she is on her own and he isn’t here? She calls him. She tries to text him but he doesn’t always read the messages. She sext him, fucks herself using a homie dildo (not modeled after him! Bummer!) she has a plushie of him she cuddles. He would see it sometimes soon when she buys it. (Soon).

Mary headacnon: Longing // How does she cope with the absence.

1) Mary misses Tom. He tends to work away from home for a while. He tends to go on business for a while. She’s used to not seeing him but boy does she miss him.  His presence is comforting, the way he says her name, when they eat dinner (but she is the one really eating. He’s giving her company) and they talk about everything. When they ride horses and picnic outside. When she dances with him (rare but memorable). When she sings to him. She misses seeing the glimmer in his eyes when he looks at her when she sings or dances. She misses his kisses, his scent… and running her fingers over his hair. 

When Tom gets riled up. He tends to go harder, to trash talk her, to make her bounce and feel dirty (in a good way). He encourages her to let her bad side come out and she loves it when she can cuss him out. She misses when he holds her cheeks and taunt her, when he goes deep inside her and stays there. She misses the man so badly. 

2) she tries to manage but she’s always a pile of nerves. She would try and tend to her needs but it’s not helping because Tommy isn’t here. It’s not a real relief and she’s still on edge. She would try to reach out to him if possible. A call, a letter. She’d go to his office and fuck him silly. She’d try to reach out to him for a lunch or his return home. She’d try to keep busy but even at the orphanage on slow days she’s left humping the desk or the chair because he’s not there. Or she reads and drinks. She tends to the family issues. Ada and her children. Polly… Finn.. anything to distract her from missing her man.

Sleeping habits - rp wise

Colby: 

Mood dependent. Sometimes he would seek her out and pull her close. Sometimes she would have to initiate it.  Mary is a hugger, she would not force it on him but always try to be close to him. She would not force a hug on him, but on days she would need some, Mary would reach out and wrap her arm around his waist. 

Doya: 

They are mood-dependent but Oya is the bigger spoon.  He would always manage to hug her when she had a nightmare. 

JB: 

Bäahal snuggles Jaime and rests her head against his shoulder. They hug and that makes her feel safe. 

Klasma: 

Neela always wants to touch him. She needs to touch him, hold onto him, cuddle him. 

Hug:

She hugs him and comforts him when they sleep together.  Sara is always very cuddly and she always gives him cuddles and loves up on him.

Elpis and pride:

Pride isn't a cuddler but they can still be close and he likes it when she's close to him like that. 

Doya: "I blew a candle."

"I blew a candle for yet another year spent together. I couldn't get tired of our little ritual.  I blew a candle for the laughs I shared with you and the tears we cried together. I blew it for the hugs we gave each other and the comfort you brought me at night, after a nightmare. I blew it for the pleasure of hunting together, saving people together, doing family stuff together. I blew it for the telenovelas and the concerts and the cooking shows we watched together.  I blew it for you, for the love you always give me, the love I don't think I deserve. I blew it for you because I love you more than my own life, more than life itself. I blew it for us... I wish us the best for this year."

klasma: Your tongue

Your tongue might be made of silver, my smooth lover, you know how to tell me beautiful tales and warm lies. Your tongue might have been made of poison, my dear Smoother, you know how to hurt my feelings. You know how to break my heart! And I have cried tears because of you because your words felt like knives tearing my flesh apart.  I have cried tears because I thought you were just like your older brother, using me to do your bidding, using my power to reach your goal. I have cried tears because of my own weakness....my only liability which is you.  

I have been used to running away from trouble whether or not I had to face it. I have been used to never feeling quite at home anywhere. I have been used to not expecting anything good from anyone because sooner or later, I would be betrayed but I want to believe in you. I want to believe in us. I can't spend my whole life running away and wasting away. I can't spend it alone. I want to have friends. I want to have a life with you, Klaus. I want to be happy, even if just for a couple of years. I want to know what's like to be loved and cared for. I want to know what's like to be me. So, I will be the stubborn little witch you've always known. I will keep trying until it's made clear that the curse is way too strong and I am indeed forced to choose between eternal solitude or... The End.  

TB: Someone who cares

All I wanted, all I ever wanted was to have someone who cared about me. 

All I wanted, all I ever wanted was to have someone who could see me.

Sara...not Unnamed Girl. I needed someone who could see me as I really was. 

Someone who would like me without artifices, makeup, or lies. 

I found it with him. Homelander that is. 

It's absurd come to think of it, how my parents and family could have been different.

They could have loved me, they could have cherished me and I would have given them back tenfolds.

Instead, my parents tried to use me and trained me to become the family money-maker.

Instead, my family ostracized me, thinking of me as nothing less than a monster.

I found love with him. Homelander that is. 

TB: On top of the world

 // Sara just wanted to speak.so I let her speak.

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"This year we'll be working on your new album.  I've already arranged for you not to have a lot of business obligations. A couple public apparitions, one show, a few commercials and several photoshoots are already booked for this year. The rest of the time is free. Roughly 8 months dedicated to the writing and recording of your new songs."

Sara tilted her head to the side, and her silky black locks fell onto her lap as she was sitting on the couch of her living room. She had put her phone on her lap and was scrolling over her screen. Her eyes closed for a brief moment before she took a deep breath. After an international tour, she was finally able to rest for a couple of months and work on a new album. She wasn't sure about finding inspiration. For years she sang about unrequited love, desperation, self-love and sex. For years she took inspiration from her own experiences and disappointment but eversince she met Homelander, something has changed.  She fell in love with him, and she wanted to talk about it in her next album. About falling in love very fast, about finding one's true love after so many error and trials. She didn't want to sing about heartbreak but wasn't sure about the new direction of her album. Would Dotty approve of such a drastic change? 

"Alright..." -She looked up to Dotty who was sitting in front of her. Her legs were crossed and she was wearing her reading glasses while going through her emails- " I want to sing about love, true love. I want to talk about sex with meaning this time. Sex with someone you love. I... want to talk about my past experiences... Tara and Brett. Is it...a good idea?"

"You what?" -Dotty put the iPad on her lap and furrowed her brows. Sara pinched her lips together and tucked some hair behind her ear.- "I mean... yeah, you can write about anything you want to. How about...we try with the song about Tara? Make it a demo and release it to the public? See what they think about it?"

"Uh....Yeah... We can do it." She looked down at her phone again and chewed at her bottom lip. "I thought you would be against it. That it would be taking risks for my career.." She questioned in a mumble. 

"It's alright Sara. I love your ballads. I'm just wondering, why the change, so suddenly? Are you seeing someone?" -Sara blushed and chewed at her inner cheek.- 

She wanted to tell Dotty about her new romantic relationship but decided against because it was best for Homelander and her to explore this relationship on their own. There was too much that John had not experienced and he had yet to discover, she couldn't expose him to the torments of living a public life. not until he's mastered having a second identity, something separate from the  Homelander. 

"Uh??... Oh no no... I've just been thinking about my past relationships and I think I want something different from these. I've learned my lessons and I know that I deserve to be happy and to be loved by someone who genuinely cares for me.  I also need to tell my story, tell the world how much I have suffered at the hands of my exes... but without being too upfront about it. It's a new year. I want to fall in love." She grinned and yanked her head back. Her black eyes stared at  the ceiling of her place and she sighed deeply.  

"Oh you certainly do deserve to be loved. I've been in your life for 7 years and I know, I saw...You seem to be doing much better these days, happier and whatever it is, I hope you'll keep having it in your life, just so we're sure, it's not a new dildo is it? Because if it is, give me the name so I could go buy my own."

Sara laughed. It was a hysterical laughter as she had not suspected her manager to speak so crudely. She wasn't a teenager anymore and over the years spent together, Dotty was talking to her as if she was an adult and a friend rather than a daughter to raise. It was pleasant and validating and the hearty laugh Sara let out made Dotty chuckle. It felt good to see Sara so happy and free. It felt good to watch her be on top of the world. 

-TBC-

A vintage's touch: At the start of the year

A vintage's touch: At the start of the year

// I love these guys and am so happy that the year is starting so well for the two of them. 

xxxxxx

Arrow House, 1st of January, 11:45 pm

Silence, at last!

Mary rubbed her temples. She had kicked her shoes off and was leaning into the large leather chair in the living room. It had been an exhausting holiday season, the first she hosted on behalf of Tommy at his house. It had been exhausting because the children were at that very energetic and tender age that needed a lot of attention from the adults. It had been exhausting because the absence of some family members hurt some more than before. John was dead, Esmee had disappeared with his children so they weren't running around the house like they would have been when he was alive. Grace was dead too and they always made sure to pay their homage to her throughout the celebrations, as if she was still there and giving her blessings to the family.  Michael and his wife didn't come this year, given how tense the relationship with Tommy still was and because Michael wasn't there, Polly refused to visit. Instead, she called Mary and the two comforted each other. Mary managed to bring Tommy back to his life, to his family, to reality and he was able to participate in the celebrations. He was able to spend time with his son and other children, he spoke with Ada and he was even able to sit next to Mary and enjoy her singing, her laughter and the loving gazes she gave him. 

"Come on Mary, get up and join me to bed."

"I'm exhausted, Tommy. I don't think I would be able to stand up and walk." -She groaned and rubbed her temples a little harder."- "Maybe, you could help your woman and help lift me up?" -She asked, her voice carrying a little bit of hope in it. He considered her request and paused. -"Please?" -She asked again, pouting a little bit.-

His woman. She was his woman. If it was something Mary would be grateful for, it was the fact they finally confessed their feelings to each other. Certainly, it was during a moment of passion but she was lucid, in the moment, and true. Announcing it to the family during the holiday season brought some relief to Mary and Tommy. The elder Shelby would finally be left alone. Ada wouldn't try and snoop her nose in his business with Mary, Polly wouldn't try and lecture him about neglecting a good woman like Mary and Arthur wouldn't tell him that he was wasting this good woman away. Mary, on the other hand, wouldn't have to worry anymore. She heard it from him and it put her worries to death. Tommy loved her and she loved him and she was able to break the news to the family. Ada welcomed it with a hug and Polly heard it over the phone and welcomed it with a satisfied chuckle. It was such a relief. Tommy shook his head but walked towards her chair. 

"Aren't you such a big baby Mary?"

"Didn't you say that I have been working tirelessly to make the holiday season a success? Well... Since I have been working so hard, I think I deserve to have some help, come on... Carry me to our bed." -She clenched her fingers into fists and put her feet flat on the floor.- Tommy chuckled and once he was closer to her, he grabbed her arms and gently helped her onto her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gently pressed her lips to his. "Mr. Shelby. Welcome to the new year."

"Mrs Colson.... Are you drunk?" -She wasn't that night but had been the nights before a couple times. Mary shook her head and pecked his lips again.- "So... I guess you are just very happy to see me."

"When am I not?"-She teased him, feeling his arms wrap around her waist to pull her closer to his frame-. "You make me happy.  Our home... our family... I am blessed." She yanked her head back so she could have a better view of his handsome face.- '"I know that we will be challenged during the year, but I am so happy to see that we will face any challenge stronger because we are together now." She then bit her bottom lip- "I love you, Tommy...Now...Forever...I'm eternally yours." -She pecked his lips again before she leaned her head against his chest. He brought his hands to her hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. he was content. He was comfortable. He was loved and he would bring her to their bedroom and would have a nice sleep together. 

-TBC-

A vintage's touch: loving a shelby

Loving a Shelby is not easy... Mary was aware of it. 

She embraced the good days and the smiles they shared, the bad days and the lectures she gave him, and the ugly ones where he made her cry. He was a man who held her heart in his hand and kept it close to his heart. He was a man who gave her butterflies whenever they were together, but who managed to worry her when he was out of reach. It wasn't the wanderlust, nor his desire to be on his own that worried her. It was the seizures, the PTSD, and the fact he was on his own when she wanted to be with him and help him through it. 

Loving a Shelby is not easy, but Mary was not weak.

GoT (regular) : In your arms.

GoT (regular) : In your arms.

 // Finally, finally my beautiful baby has been able to have the blessings of her sister and was able to give her affection to the knight. I love them so so so so much. so much. 

xxxxxxx

Bäahal put her hand over her heart, her eyes stared at the ceiling. Her breathing was even now, calmer and she could think straight again. Think?...Oh Yes, Think. She was happy. Yes! Happy! It was a feeling she had already felt before, when Daenerys acknowledged her as a sister.  At that point in her life, she was no longer a slave, no longer subjected to violence and she wasn't looking past her shoulder every waking minute of her life. Bäahal was free... Bäahal was loved... Bäahal was safe. that was the moment she felt happy for the first time in her life. It was a little bit confusing at first, but quickly enough, the silver-head got used to it, analyzed it so she could recognize it later if it happened to her again. It did happen again. Daenerys gave her blessings and she was betrothed to Jaime Lannister the love of her life and the queen was so gracious, she allowed Jaime to break the news to Bäahal himself. It led to their first time making love. It led to the first time feeling pleasure for the princess.

She had always hated people touching her. Most if not all of them before Jaime used to take what they wanted from her. It took her a while to at least learn how to make it so pleasant for them it wouldn't last long. It took her a while to master her charms and find ways to make it easier... not less painful.. Just easier. They took and then left her on her own once they had no more use of her and that traumatized the young woman so much that she believed that it couldn't be any different. She would just become better at enduring sex rather than enjoying it. Jaime proved her wrong. their first time together left her speechless, shivering, relishing in the afterglow of her climax.  Her heart was in love, her body was feeling good. She wanted more; she wanted to do it again and again and again... but more importantly, she wanted to be in his arms. So she rolled on her side, to be able to look into his green eyes. 

Her hand gently cupped his stubbled cheek and she gave him the warmest smile she had. Her eyes, two amethyst twin flames were staring at him and she moved closer to his frame and she pressed her lips to his. She was happy, fulfilled and safe. She was safe with him. Jaime had always taken care of her and always made sure she was comfortable and willing. He let her lead, choose for herself and welcomed every new things. Her voice and her sounds of pleasure, her words and the very undignified way she had to speak when he was making her feel good. He welcomed everything and for this, she was grateful. Jaime was the best man she'd ever met, and today, she was thinking that he couldn't be anymore perfect. She was happy....More than happy, even more in his arms now. 

"Please, stay a little longer with me this morning."

GoT (modern) : Returning Home.

Naath Radisson Blu Hotel: 

Knock... Knock... Knock

Bäahal had waited, perhaps an hour before she finally went to Kyra's room.  She was a little nervous wreck because it was the first time since the death of her mother that the silver head went to her birthplace. Naath was a beautiful island, filled with white-sand beaches and turquoise sea. It had a luxurious forest where animals -some of which were only native to the land- flourished and it was home to the most beautiful flowers. It was a treasure chest, perhaps one of the last where the inhabitants had the means to care for the land's riches. Either way, for Bäahal, it was home. She was born there and grew up until she turned 12. She knew the roads that led to the sea by heart and could remember the peculiar scent of coconut water. She remembered the smiles her mother gave her and their dances together. So, as a good friend, she had to share her treasure with Kyra Lannister. 

Kyra was Bäahal's first true friend. She was the first to see her for the content of her heart rather than the name she carried or the wealth she had inherited. She wasn't a Targaryen when she was with her friend. She simply was Bäahal. A young woman who loved to dance and wanted to make a career out of it. She was mischievous and kind (and a little softie at heart). She loved to make bad impressions of her siblings and her parents and upon landing at Naath, the silver head realized that it had been years since she last imitated her mother. Could she even gather the strength to visit her grave? Would she be able to even mention her without turning into a mess? Why was she thinking about her mother while waiting for Kyra to open the door?  She didn't know. 

~ Maybe she reminds you of your mother?~

The thought made her blush. Kyra was... different. She wasn't a spoiled brat like most rich kids were. She wasn't vain or vapid like most of them were. She had ambition, she was an artist. She painted -true, she did and Bäahal had seen one of her auto-portraits- She designed clothes and Bäahal had become one of her muses and her model. She was just like Suni, Bäahal's mother, who was an all-around artist. She sang, danced, painted and sculpted. Her daughter admired her warmth and the way she loved being alive. Life was worth living and to quote her mother, there was always a tiny bit of light even in darkness. Kyra was living proof of her mother's saying. She had to fight most of her life and despite dreadful circumstances, she was able to rise above it. Kyra welcomed her without any questions. She listened to her and comforted her when her heart was broken and panic had settled in her heart. Kyra had given her strength and loved her when no one else did. So lying to her about dating Jaime was making her feel uncomfortable. He requested it and she was loyal to him. He wanted to sort things out with his father and didn't want to bring drama into their lives. She would have to wait some more before she told the truth to Kyra and was hoping that the Lannister wouldn't take it personally.