TB: "irrelevant"

Irrelevant... I was told I was irrelevant. 

What I wanted didn't matter, the screams and tears I cried were never heard. It was taken from me... Everything comes to think of it. 

My parents were only pleased when I performed well. They treated me kindly for a day and love-bombed me as a reward for my efforts and to make me accept their abuse better. I was too young, I didn't understand. I just wanted to see them smile and tell me they were proud of me. It didn't matter how many bruises I got from my training, or how lonely I felt when I needed my parents to comfort me after I got hurt... It didn't matter to me because I wanted that day spent together. I wanted to see them smile and they told me that the only way to do it was to do as I was told. What I wanted was irrelevant.

I carried it with me growing up. The time at the orphanage made it clear to me that I couldn't expect people to willingly behave kindly towards me. Everything was a transaction and If I knew how to please and flatter the others, I could breathe. I could be safe. I wouldn't have to be bullied too hard like the other orphans.  Singing was my life-saving jacket. I did it to please others and this time, I also did it for me as well. Still... What I wanted was irrelevant... I had to give them what they needed to save myself...

I carried this lesson into adulthood.  First with Tara, my narcissistic ex-girlfriend. She made me lose myself in her, made it so her wishes became mine. She made it so I became the husk of the person that I was because I had to make her happy. She ate at my self-esteem and made sure that I couldn't fully recover after her. It worked, so much so that when my second ex, Brett, appeared, I was ready for the taking. I put up with his bullshit, enabled his abuse of me, and accepted his disrespect because, at this point, he was giving me crumbs of affection and I was taking it as evidence of his love for me. He hurt me....physically, mentally, emotionally. He hurt me and I wasn't able to leave him. I couldn't because all that mattered was him. I was irrelevant. So irrelevant that he was the one who broke up with me and left me to dwell on my heartbreak. 

I carried it with me, the feeling that I was not as relevant as Sara Richardson. I carried it with me until I met you. For once I mattered. For once... I existed.  For once... I was relevant.

GoT: "I miss Viseryon"

I can't ride Viseryon anymore. I can't soar into the clear blue sky and fly on his back. I didn't realize just how hard this would be for me. I didn't realize just how deeply this loss hurt me. I didn't realize just how much I was missing him. I miss riding my dragon. I miss flying high in the sky and letting the cold wind whip my face. I miss bonding with my friend and now that he's dead, there's not much I can do. I found something else instead, I ride horses now, I let their speed take me somewhere else and empty my mind.

 I can't wait to share it with Jaime and ride together to a secret and quiet place. Why do I love riding that much? Well, I am free. I miss that freedom I used to have when I was in the air. I miss being out of reach. aaah... Life does change and I have gotten used to his absence, I have become a better person, a stronger version of myself and sometimes I wish I could show Viseryon what has become of me. But he's gone now... He's gone.

So, when I miss him the most, I like to think that he would be happy with how my life turned out. He would see that his friend and rider became her own person. She made the best of her freedom and found her place in this world. She was helping those in need, as well as making her own family and enjoying spending time with her siblings. She had it all, didn't she?  Of course, she did and what was better than to appreciate the joys of her current life? What was better than to live? Nothing, really... nothing...

Doya: Our honeymoon - No pain allowed

We decided not to allow any pain and tragedy into our lives during our honeymoon. I know we can't really decide whether or not monsters would want to invite themselves into our little trip, but I will do my best to make sure we keep our peace.  

I can't tell you just how happy I am that we get to have some time for ourselves. We've worked tirelessly these past years and I think that we deserve to enjoy our lives a little more. We do... We really do and I intend to pamper you. I intend to make you feel good and to remember what you're fighting for. I can't wait to go!

Gabriel : Meeting with Raphael

Gabriel: Meeting with Raphael

// My Archangel was talking a bit. I just wanted to explore her a little bit.  Here's a little conversation with her closest brother, Raphaël, and some elements of her universe.  

TLDR: "God went missing. Michael has decided to take over and is going against his father's wishes for mankind. Gabriel opposes him and she goes to hide among humans in protest. Her real ambition is to find their father before Michael launches his plan to subjugate humanity."

xxxxxx

Despite her cold demeanor, Gabriel was nervous. Her red eyes scanned the area, expecting to meet with a familiar face but there were only a couple of people at the tables nearby, all drinking coffee or reading the newspapers.  She closed her eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose to regain her concentration, and crossed her legs. For the occasion, she was wearing an elegant long-sleeved red dress and had braided her hair into one huge braid. At her feet were black flat shoes she picked to remain comfortable. It was a beautiful spring day, one of which made her feel lucky to be able to witness Nature in all of its glory. While she focused her attention on a squirrel that was climbing a tree near the coffee shop, she felt a hand squeeze her shoulder and instantly turned her attention toward the person who was touching her.

"I finally found you."

"I let myself be found... Raph." - She whispered while he sat next to her.- "I sent you an invite."

"I know." -He furrowed his brows and caught the attention of one of the waiters who came to their table and took his coffee order- "I've missed you, sister."

"...." -She paused and shrugged while looking away from her brother. "Did you even notice I was gone?"

Raphaël didn't know how to tell to his sister that he actually noticed she was gone. Her departure from the Silver City caused a whirlwind, Michael was out of his mind, upset that she chose to leave her family to hide among humans. For millennia he tried to locate her but to no avail. It didn't work. She was nowhere to be found. They couldn't understand her decision to leave, even now that he was before his sister, Raphaël was still wondering why she left her family for humans. Michael was clear about the plan they ought to follow and a dissention between angels was unheard of. Raphaël thought that meeting their sister would encourage her to come home and would definitely put an end to the stressful atmosphere in the Silver City. 

"I did... We all did. Gabby, why did you leave?"

"Pfft, after all this time you still don't understand? I left because of you. I left because I don't agree with the way you do things. Father gave humans free will and you decided to take it away from them. We're supposed to be at their service, not the other way around but you refused to listen to me. you refused to listen to Dad's will."

"Well, Dad's gone. So what?"

"He is gone and you decided to go rogue? He treasures humans but you don't care about them. I refuse to see you enslave humanity. you can tell Michael that!"

"Michael is not going to accept it."

"Do you remember what he told me before I left? You were there, weren't you Raph?" -Raphaël stroked the tip of his nose and took his cup of coffee. He didn't say anything because she was right, the angel witnessed her last argument with their older brother. He heard it clearly and he knew what she was about to say. He simply didn't want to repeat the words for they cut deep and he didn't want to hurt her.- "Of course you do. He said that I was useless because I couldn't hear Father's voice anymore. I couldn't carry his message therefore I couldn't tell you what he wanted. He wasn't willing to listen to anything I had to say, no matter how hard I was trying to tell him that I knew Father because he spoke directly to me. I knew what he wanted and I...intend to protect his dreams and desires for mankind." She clenched her fingers into a fist and took a deep breath. "Look at me."

"I am looking." -He said, still avoiding her- "I--"

"Look at me!" -He took a sip of his coffee and then slowly lifted his head to stare at her face. She had removed her sunglasses and was staring at him with her dark red eyes. Her fluffy white hair framed her face perfectly and she looked so beautiful and yet so cold that he swallowed a big lump and held her gaze.- "Good." -She shrugged and furrowed her brows- "Michael is misguided. I know he means well, but I know humans, have spent some time with them and I think that what you're planning to do is not going to end well. So tell Michael to stop being so damn stubborn and to listen to me for once."

"Sister...I will talk to him. I can't guarantee that he would listen to me. He is close to putting his plan in motion so...He might still feel righteous." -He scratched the back of his neck.- "Could it be possible for us to depart in a hug?"

"A hug? " He grabbed her hand to hold onto it. "Raph...I can't..." -She still held his hand tight just so he could feel that she wanted to hug him but couldn't bring herself to do it- "I can gift you with knowledge instead. I am going to find Dad. I know he's in hiding but I will find him. Tell Michael that I will succeed and I will bring Dad back."

Raphaël eyes grew wide, so wide that he didn't react when she stood up and kissed his forehead before vanishing. He didn't react when he realized that she was gone but he smiled still. Gabriel had not rejected her family. She still had love in her heart for them and someday, maybe, they could reconcile. Maybe. 

-TBC-

COPG: The garden

"I know you don't like the mortal realm, but I appreciate you allowing us to spend time there. I appreciate you letting me pick the places we stay at. I enjoy the luxurious gardens and the old houses. I love this one the most, so far it's far away from people and posh enough for us to appreciate it."

Colby: He makes her weak in the knees

 He didn't need to do much to make her weak in the knees. A glance, his hands in his pockets, or even him playing with his cigarette was enough to make her lose her control.  Tom had always been a handsome man, but over the years, Mary found herself attracted to him for reasons beyond his physical beauty. Still, it would be a lie to say she didn't daydream about him. She did! She certainly did! 

TB: I love it when he looks at me

I love it when he looks at me. He has such an intense gaze that I can't take my eyes off of him. For a moment it feels as if there was nothing in the world but us. I haven't told him just yet, how much I love it when he looks at me because how can I tell him that he makes me rub my legs together? How can I tell him that he sends shivers down my spine? Because he does. He speaks and I'm so thrilled and curious about what he's about to say or how he's saying it, that I don't care about the rest. 

I've never been important to anyone unless I could bring them something. My parents, my exes, and even my manager Dotty (whom I care about), all see money when they look at me. My fans expect me to give them something. My body on Only fans, my attention... my songs, and a great live show. They always expect something from me but not from him. When he looks at me, he thinks of what he can do to me, what he can do for me, how he can make me happy. He wants to see my face lit up with pleasure and happiness. He wants me to be happy and this is what separates him from the rest of them. 

I love it when he looks at me. 

I love it even more when he makes me drop my panties. 

Oh, I really do.

Klasma: She was used to her curse

 She was used to being afraid. The voices in her head, voices of the dead witches used in the ritual to curse her, always spoke to Nëela. They reminded her that she couldn't possibly be loved, that she was an abomination and would suffer for all eternity. She became used to the whispers, comfortable even in her own little personal hell. What could they say that the witch had not said to herself or heard? What new fear could they unlock when all of her fears had already been realized? Nothing. They could do nothing. 

She was used to being hurt. It took a while for the witch to accept the effect of her curse on her. It was clear cut, no human, or supernatural creature could ever accept her as one of their own from the moment they discover her true identity. And it was true. Every time the witch was discovered by a human or a supernatural creature, they all reacted the same. They all first rejected her, then tried to kill her and when it failed, they would push her out of their town.  Elijah was the first exception... Elijah was the reason for her curse but he also was the only one who welcomed her for what she was. Klaus then proved that he was immune to her curse, perhaps it was part of it, perhaps he was just unaffected by it... Either way, he welcomed her as she was. 

She was used to being feared. She believed that she had outgrown her personal hell. She believed that she was so comfortable in it that nothing and no one could surprise her. She believed a lot of things, perhaps to ignore that falling in love unlocked new fears. She was afraid to lose him, to have her heart broken... To be abandoned! And she could feel the familiar fire she used to play with, slowly start to burn her skin again. 

GoT (regular): I know my worth

Yes I know, given my title and my duties I should be the pretty little princess who should do what's told and who should be pretty and silent. Well... It definitely sucks to expect something like this from me because I would never be like this. I am not made to be silent. I am not made to be silent. I am not made to be a pretty little thing that would sit and smile all day long. This is not me. I am loyal, of course, I am! I am devoted to my family and I will never do anything that could cost my darling sister, the queen. 

However, I would never let them put a collar around my neck like before. I would never let them ignore me or try to silence me. I would never let them suffocate me. I play an active part in my sister's decision making and I have my own agenda. I am an ambassador! I am devoted to my people and would make sure that those less fortunate have the minimum needed. I advocate for them and I will always. So they can look at me as if I was lesser than them but I know better. I know my worth."

JB modern: Never shrink yourself for others

(Modern)

My mother always told me that I shouldn't shrink myself to please others. I shouldn't forget myself or ignore my own needs for the needs of others. She knew what was to come and for the most part, I couldn't follow her piece of advice. I shrunk myself into digestible bite size so my siblings, my mother-in-law, and my father would be pleased by me. I fought hard to be noticed and accepted but it was in vain since I was still hated by everyone but my father. I still had to work hard to make sure my presence was not irritating. 

Meeting Jaime snapped me out of that funk. He told me that I shouldn't accept anything my sister tried to make me do and thanks to him, I was able to tell Dany off. I was able to stand up for myself and to choose me instead of her. I was reminded of my mother's words. I was reminded that I didn't have to shrink myself to be pleasant anymore, especially if it was eating at me. So I won't be. I won't be. 

Doya: I feel lucky.

I feel lucky, come to think of it, because I get to wake up to you every day. I never really cared if we stayed at the Bunker or went to a motel. All that mattered to me was to stay with you. I want to feel your arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe from my nightmares. 

I feel lucky, come to think of it, because I get to sleep with you every night. I get to nuzzle your neck and talk to you until I fall asleep. I get to be comforted by your heartbeats and the rise and fall of your chest. I feel safe there, right in your arms, and while I know that we can't really be safe anywhere, I still feel safe there. 

I feel lucky, come to think of it, because I get to be loved by you. I can see it in all your little gestures, your kindness, the way you cook for us, the kisses on my skin, the comfort when I have nightmares and night terrors. I can see it in the way you look at me, the words you can't say but I know of. I can see it in the way you wear the aprons I bring back from my solo cases. I can see it when you support me, no matter what I do.

I feel lucky because you love me. 

I feel lucky because I can love you. 

Judith le Fay: "You are not a faery."

Judith le Fay: "You are not a faery."

// I really love my little Judith. She's learned the truth about her lineage and has been granted the right to leave Faeryland to stop Morgan Le Fay.  Still, she's in shock. 

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Judith was sitting by the fire, her grey eyes seemed to be focused on the flames and were oblivious to her two companions who were sitting across her. Tinkerbell glanced at Eric, the young knight and ally who met the fairy during one of her travels. He was a handsome lad, with short brown hair and ocean-blue eyes. When she met him for the first time, Tinkerbell didn't know he was a knight given how lightly he traveled. If he wasn't carrying a sword, she would have mistaken him with a civilian. They became travel companions and as soon as they learned the true nature of Judith's lineage, Tinkerbell returned home and asked for a meeting with the Faery Godmother to share her new findings. Cornered, the Blue Faery summoned Judith (known as Ada in Faeryland) and decided to tell the truth. Ada...was in fact Judith Le Fay, the daughter of Morgan Le Fay and one of Merlin's apprentices, the knight Archibald Melkior. The baby was born with a tremendous magical potential her mother planned to use against Merlin, which prompted the father to take her to safety.  Tinkerbell witnessed Judith's reaction. She saw the pain painted on her face, the anger that washed over her, and the strength it took for the young girl not to lash out at the Blue Faery.  

"Stop looking at her, Eric!"

"I don't think she's with us right now! She has that faraway look on her face. Why?" -He retorted before he took a bite of the apple he was holding in his hand-

"Why? She just learned that she wasn't a faery but the daughter of one of the worst enchantresses in the world. Her mother is Merlin's sworn enemy  who wanted to use her to hurt him."

"So she should be pissed off right now, not... shocked!" -He complained while his blue eyes averted from Judith to Tinkerbelle. The veteran faery had tied her hair in a loose high bun and was wearing a green cotton shirt a pair of dark green leather pants and high brown boots. She rolled her eyes and hit him with her elbow.-

"Why are you so dense, Eric? I have told you that faery society is ruthless. You're born a faery and you have to prove yourself all your damn life. There are rituals to achieve when you come of age, to fully become part of society. Ad---Judith mastered Magic. She's powerful, so powerful that no other faery could reach her level save for the Faery Godmother. Magic isn't enough to become a faery. You have to have wings, among other things and she never got hers. She never got hers."

Tinkerbelle knitted her brows as she glanced at the young enchantress. If one thing was true, it was the shock she received upon learning the truth. She had a lot of answers to the questions that had plagued her all of her life. She wasn't a faery by blood but that didn't mean that she couldn't /be/ a faery. So what if her mother was one of the worst enchantresses in the whole world? What if she was the spawn of evil? Did that mean that she should be judged based on who her parents were? Did that mean, that without wings she couldn't be a true Faery? Judith refused to accept it. She considered herself to be a faery, a powerful one, and a force of good. Yes, her magic tapped into the Darkness! Yes, she had a temper! But none of these things defined her. She knew what was the content of her heart and she took to heart the lessons from her adoptive mother, the Faery Godmother. Judith insisted on leaving the homeland because she had to see for herself the world. She had to stop her mother and save Merlin. She had to know more about herself, her father, and his deeds. She needed to leave so she could come back on her own terms. 

She had answers yet her heart was still bleeding inside.  How did it feel to know that you were once desired by both your parents and that for a brief moment, your mother actually loved you more than she hated Merlin? How did it feel to know that her love for you wasn't enough to save her from her hatred? How did it feel to know your father took you to safety, saved you from a certain death at the hand of your mother, and lost his own life by doing so? Judith was confused by the news. She was angry at her mother for what she did. She was angry at her father for not telling the truth to Morgan Le Fay upon meeting her. Should she have known that he was an apprentice of Merlin, perhaps she shouldn't have had his child.. perhaps she wouldn't have tried to use Judith as a sacrifice to kill Merlin. Perhaps... so many things would have been different but she was born and she wanted to live so there was no time for mopping around and wishing things to be different.  Her grey eyes set upon the blonde Faery and she gave her soft nod. 

"I just want you to know, Tink, that I am committed to saving Merlin."

"Good to know Judith, but that means you might be fighting your... Morgan Le Fay. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"She wanted me to be the instrument of Merlin's death, well... this time I choose to be the instrument of her own demise. I've got this Tink." She then tilted her head to stare at Eric. "Are you sure /you/ have what it takes, Eric?"

"I am a knight, Judith. I run towards danger, not the other way round." -She smiled faintly and shrugged- "What? You don't believe me?"

"You could die, young knight. You would most certainly die. Morgan le Fay doesn't spare anyone and if we get to meet her, you being a knight might tickle her the wrong way. You will become a target and she will try to kill you."

"I'm not afraid!"

"You should be!" She lashed out at her, before pulling the duvet around her body for the cold night got even colder. "The good thing is... If you are serious about fighting her, then you have found the best ally you could ever dream of. I won't let her kill you."

"Aren't you... afraid to die?" -He asked, blushing despite his best efforts. She nodded, which took both Tinkerbelle and Eric aback.- "Then.. why are you doing this?"

"We are brave because we do things despite fear. I won't hide my emotions because nothing good comes from hiding oneself. I am terrified of death! Still, this won't stop me from doing the right thing. I have the power to stop her, my magic is far more powerful than any of the faeries. I must do what's right and that includes, sacrificing my life to save the world. I am still scared as all hell.. but who isn't?"

She sighed and ran her hand through her hair before she looked back at the fire. Tinkerbelle held onto Eric's shoulder and squeezed it gently. It was his cue to stop talking and to give Judith some space. The truth was, she wasn't a faery and she had to deal with the knowledge of her lineage. She wasn't afraid to die, but she was afraid of being fooled by her mother and straying from her mission in the hope of having some maternal love. 

-TBC-

GoT (modern) : What about them

 Bäahal was drinking white wine on the balcony of her hotel room. She was increasingly feeling distressed by her current situation. How could she be trapped between her family her friends and her lover? She fell in love with a Lannister. She became best friends with a Lannister and unfortunately for her, the Lannisters were the natural enemies of the Targaryen...Well, their fathers were enemies, Daenerys and Cersei upheld the rift between the two of them much to her dismay and Kyra and Jaime... well, didn't they deserve to have genuine relationships for once? Why did it feel as if there was no other way but to force the reality of their connections to the world? Should she be afraid of Tywin and Daenerys as she was? (they were terrifying) or should she be brave and step out with Jaime as his lover? So much was at stake and so much might become a problem so for the sake of Jaime and Kyra, Bäahal chose to remain silent about their relationships. Still... it was eating at her and all she could do was drink wine and lament in the comfort of her luxury room. What could she do? 

Doya: Brutal reality

 There was always a reminder of how harsh the reality was. Oya was still plagued with nightmares, familiar situations that became so real over time that it became hard to distinguish between reality and the dream world. Oya was scared to lose Dean, Castiel, or Sam during a mission. She didn't want harm to come their way but she knew that in the line of their work, it was most likely a possibility. It was most likely bound to happen. Still... She hated the idea of it. She tried to keep her concerns to herself, hoping that maybe her family wouldn't notice, but they all knew she was worried. They felt the same way with one another, they were all scared to lose their family. Of course, they knew she was worried.  How could she not be? 

TB: "A superstar"

Unnamed Girl Recording Studio, 10 am, 

Sara had been working on her new album. She had one song finished and ready to go. For the first time since she started her career, she was going to sing a ballad with only an acoustic guitar as instrumentals. The song was a love song, one she spent a few days working on. It was supposed to talk about how you couldn't predict when your one true love would come into your life. It was easier to put on paper than she expected because she genuinely fell in love with Homelander. There was no game with him, no "play pretend", no conditions to this love. Their existence was enough for the both of them which brought a new form of comfort that Sara had never experienced before. The song hinted at past relationships that hurt her, one with someone who was way too much in love with themselves and the other who loved fame more than he loved her. To throw people off the idea that she was talking about Brett and Tara, she wrote the song as if she was directly talking to her exes to avoid mentioning their gender. 

That morning, everything seemed to be going alright. The guitarist, Unnamed Girl, the sound mixer, and the producer were the only people in the building. Dotty was handling TV interview deals in her office because she felt she would be more useful there than at the studio. None of them noticed when the Deep entered the place as they were focused on the song being recorded. The producer noticed him and almost gasped as he didn't expect to find a member of the Seven at his Recording Studio on such a random day.  The Deep asked him and the sound mixer not to tell a word to Unnamed Girl because he was simply observing her. He wanted to see for himself who she was -and she was quite the looker-. He asked them if they had been visited by a member of the Seven before but they all said no, which was the truth. no one visited them because Unnamed Girl didn't associate with the Seven so why would they?  The deep stroked his chin and listened to the song instead "And one day, you fell from the sky and we met in a whirlwind." which made him furrow his brows. Could she be talking about Homelander? 

"Do you want to meet her when she's done recording?"

Should he? Ashley had been clear about his mission. He was to investigate, not to be seen, and establish a relationship with her. He already got some information from A-Train, about Unnamed Girl rejecting the seven, meeting with Homelander and him being in a good mood, perhaps the best he'd been in a long time which was suspicious for everyone. Something was brewing but they didn't know what it was and who it was. A-train suspected a relationship between Homelander and Unnamed Girl but he couldn't prove anything. The Deep decided to meet her, well to observe her. She was beautiful, far more than the pictures and videos of her that circulated on the internet. She was gorgeous with her long hair and her black eyes and her outfit complimented well. She stopped singing and chuckled with her guitarist. He couldn't hear what was being said because they spoke quietly but he looked at her face and he saw that she treated that man well. 

"No.. no, I just wanted to see where she was working, I heard rumors about an attempt at her security. I came because I wanted to check it out but I can tell that she's safe and you guys are good to go."

"Are you leaving already?"

"I think it's best if she doesn't know I have visited the studio. could you keep it a secret?" 

They nodded and he left the room.  Sara sighed and ran her hand through her hair. She was satisfied with her session and she sighed in relief. She lifted her head to the tainted glass of the sound mixing room and waved at her producer and sound mixer.  They both lifted their thumb to indicate that it was good. She put her hand on her chest and gently tapped her chest with the palm of her hand. It was going to be a good song, she knew it. She was certain of it. She knew that she couldn't be explicit with her relationship, not when both of them weren't ready just yet, but she wanted to sing it to him, to let him know that this was their song, the song she wrote for them because he made her feel that way. Who would have thought? that a superstar like her would fall in love with the most powerful man on Earth? She was in her own bubble and her own cloud and she wanted to share it with him. She was a singer after all, and if anything, she knew how to share her feelings through songs.  As she listened to the song, the woman started to hum its tune. 

"You came into my life like a wrecking ball, 

Breaking all of my strongholds, 

knocking down all of my walls. 

You came into my life like a wrecking ball, 

You stripped me of my fears

And you made me whole.....again."

Klasma: A companion

Klasma: A Companion

// She's worried, worried about the situation. What if Klaus decided he didn't want her as his companion anymore?

Facing Elijah was terrifying the witch who sought refuge in a soft magic ritual. She went to the garden of the manor he resided at and drew a circle of salt in front of the only tree on the property. She sat at the center of the circle and lit some sage she put in a mini-mortar to collect the ashes. She then took a deep breath and started her prayers to Demeter, first. While she prayed, the pink-haired witch lifted her arms, then crossed them against her chest, before she put them on the floor. She repeated her motions as she repeated the prayers. Did it work? It seemed to be working as she was feeling some sort of warmth and calm. The goddess Demeter rarely answered prayers in person. She wouldn't talk to her worshipers but she would always send signs of her presence. This time, it was the warmth that overwhelmed Nëela that made her notice the presence of the goddess. Demeter (and the many names she had in many cultures) was an important goddess for witches. Nature had always connected them with their ancestors and magic. Without nature, plenty of witches would be left powerless and while Nëela was a follower of Hecate first and foremost, she never forgot to thank Demeter.  Besides, it was true that Demeter was more maternal than any other goddess. She could comfort any lost soul with a warm embrace, the soft caress of the wind, or even the sensation of belonging that only nature could give. In a moment of stress, as this was, Nëela welcomed that response. 

Once the sage was fully burnt, the witch gathered her ashes and started to paint magic symbols on her face. First, her forehead, then her cheeks and her chin, then her nose with a single line that went from left to right cheek. Then she dipped her fingers in it, turning the tips grey from the ashes, and lastly, with the remaining ash, she grabbed the mortar and started to blow it before her, clearing a path for her next prayer. She closed her eyes and started to invoke her goddess, asking for her merciful ears and for guidance. She was confused about the situation. scared would be more accurate as she didn't know how Elijah would react to Klaus challenging him and his control of her. The eldest Mikaelson was calm and collected but she feared his anger the most because it was explosive and deadly. If he stopped to see her as an asset, then he would have no issues trying to get rid of her. Would he try to kill her? Would he try to brainwash her?  She didn't want the brothers to be upset with each other. She didn't want Klaus to be alone, left behind by his family. Sure, the Mikaelsons were peculiar in their relationships. They have known violence, deceit, and heartbreak but one thing was certain, they loved each other. They would do anything for their family, so in the end, perhaps Elijah would convince Klaus to give up on her. Perhaps, he would convince him that they weren't meant to be. 

Perhaps she was the one who was worried about this new relationship. She became his companion. What did that even mean? It was more than just traveling together or fighting for each other. It was just more than being loyal to the other and experiencing new things together. She was sharing his life, not just as a mere travel companion but as a partner, a lover...They were lovers and that went beyond the flesh, she could tell. Neela refused to contemplate a life without Klaus. She couldn't think about being separated from him. She told him so a week ago after his rescue. The idea of being away from him was torture for her and that meant that she wanted to share her life with him. She wanted to be his and for him to be hers...Like two lovers whose lives were entwined. She was deeply in love with him, to the point of being unable to imagine a life without him. Yet, that didn't mean she wasn't scared. She wasn't scared of what he could do to her, because Klaus was known to have a temper and a tendency to ruin everything good happening to him. He was a self-sabotaging 1000-year-old hybrid. He was a creature that knew nothing but torment in his life from the moment he came to be. She didn't want to hurt him some more. She didn't want to tear his heart apart and prove to him that life wasn't worth living. What if she did? What if she wasn't a good companion to him? What if it was what Elijah would tell him? That she would be the reason for Klaus' pain? That she couldn't bring him joy? That she only knew destruction and desolation? How could she love when nobody loved her? How could she love Klaus when she spent centuries apart from others? how could she love him as he deserved to be? What if it was Elijah's mission to protect his brother from her? If he chose Neela, he would have witches hunting him for as long as they existed. They would never know peace and he could be trapped again like he had been by Eileen and Henry.  

"Oh Mother Hecate, please guide me... put me on the path I am supposed to take. I was a healer... I am still a healer despite the curse and I want to help others. I want to help Klaus... because... because... I can feel in my heart that this is what I desire. To care for him, to be with him...so please, guide me. Should I stay his companion for his sake?"

She asked... She asked... but she didn't get any answer for her message never reached the goddess. 

A vintage's touch: A woman worth fighting for

Gina watched Mary with a very curious gaze. She sucked at her bottom lip while tapping her fingers against the glass of whiskey she held onto. Her jaw shifted from left to right as she was staring at the woman who had captured the heart of her husband. Gina was everything but she wasn't dumb. When she met Michael he was a dejected man, so miserable and so hurt because he had not been chosen by the family as their new leader and by Mary as her companion. Long before they became lovers; Gina heard Michael lament the loss of his precious Mary and his obsession with the woman didn't stop once he married the blonde American "princess".  He kept a portrait of Mary in his cabinet. A portrait he never managed to throw away. She saw nostalgia in his eyes when he was thinking about Mary and the way he spoke of her to his friend, Archer. Gina was not stupid, she knew that her husband still had unfinished business with Mary, and the second he saw her, he would not be able to resist the urge to talk to her. 

Mary was beautiful, she could concede. She was warm, matronly... and the children around her gathered naturally, comfortable with her presence. It would have been impossible to miss the curves on that woman and Gina briefly compared them to hers, wondering if Michael's attraction to Mary was a fluke or if she was truly the type of woman he was lusting after. With brown skin, luscious brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and beauty spots on her face, it sure seemed that Mary was an exotic beauty. Gina realized that she was almost her complete opposite. Tall, slim, blonde with pale skin and blue eyes, she didn't exactly exude "warmth" when one looked at her. Instead, they could tell she was conniving, cunning, prone to plot against her enemies, and a troublemaker. They could tell she wasn't fully sincere and was a master manipulator. The sight of Mary was upsetting Gina but she managed to keep it to herself and watch her husband instead. 

Michael had tried his best to ignore Mary when he introduced his wife Gina to the family. He tried to avoid looking at her, tried to avoid speaking to her but he couldn't do it. As soon as Mary welcomed both of them, he set his blue eyes upon her, fully smitten over her beauty. He almost lost his words and if it wasn't for Gina introducing herself to Mary, he would have stayed mute in front of the nurse. His heart started to beat way too fast for his liking and his fingers were shaking, forcing him to slip his hands into his pockets to hide it from everyone. During the introduction of Gina to the head of the family -Tommy Shelby- He found himself unable to stop looking at Mary who was sitting next to him. How did she become even more beautiful than he remembered her to be? She seemed to have gained some new confidence and the way she looked at Tom could have stabbed him in the heart if Gina wasn't in the picture. He pretended, fairly well, that seeing Mary didn't disturb him and kept things to himself until the formalities were done, Tommy humiliated him once again and Mary decided to take him to the kitchen before he left. 

"You're looking good Michael. You're doing great in New York." She leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at the young man who fetched himself a glass of whiskey to drink. He paused for a while, unable to decide what to say next or what to do. She was so close to him. If only he... If only he could have... 

"Why are you here? I thought this was family only." He forced himself to sound harsh, perhaps in a bid to put some distance between the two of them and be able to look at her He wanted to hurt her, to see her disappointed face so he could have the strength to push her away but she didn't look at him like that. Instead, she simply sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

"I am family."

"It's a dangerous business, Mary. You know that don't you? After barely escaping death because of your first husband, you want to dive back into it with /him/?"

"I know what I am doing and what life I am choosing. You have the same ambition as him...You want his crown and I am not stupid, Michael."

"Watch your mouth, Mary!" He lifted a brow and she crossed her arms above her chest. Her green eyes stared into his soul, forcing him to gulp down his glass of whiskey to find some strength. She was determined, cold, too cold for his liking. 

"What I am saying is..." -She paused for a second, glancing at the door and noticing that Gina was staring at them.- "I did read your letters." 

It sent a shiver down Michael's spine. She read them? All of them? There were a few where he came close to confessing his love for her, others where he was so dejected and angry that he was awful to her, and finally, the distance he tried to put between the two of them once he met and married Gina.  He closed the distance between them, trying to appear taller than he was and more intimidating to her but Mary didn't budge. She looked at him with defiance and didn't flinch. He felt the urge to grab her cheek and force a kiss on her lips. He felt the urge at the pit of his stomach, thundering loudly in his head, pumping through his veins, he still wanted to make her his, even to this day, even if he wasn't...Did he love her? 

He resolved himself into thinking that it wasn't love but lust and that she broke his heart way too hard for him to recover. He wanted to believe that he was trying to hurt Tommy and that Mary was the perfect way for him to achieve his goal. It was easy to say when he was still in the USA. It became harder to just think about it when she was standing in front of him. Mary, beautiful Mary, with a body made for sin and a face carved by the angels. He resisted the urge to steal a kiss because the door was wide open and anyone could have walked in. Instead, he allowed his hand -the one that wouldn't be in full view of the crowd in the living room- to move up and hold a few locks of Mary's hair.  He didn't dare to move closer because if he did, he would have kissed her. Instead, Michael touched her neck, oh so slightly, and that made her shiver and tilt her head to the side, in an attempt to make him stop touching her. 

"You read... All of them?"

"This is a dangerous game you're playing Michael...I answered as politely as I could, so you would know that this... whatever this is you're trying to do couldn't happen." She said, swatting his hand away. Michael growled and hit the counter with his fist. 

"Don't think  I didn't understand where your affection was going. You chose him."

"It's always been him. Polls knew... Lizzie knew...John knew... Hell, even Arthur knew. I made my choice a long time ago and unlike Carter, this time I know exactly who Tommy is and the kind of life I am going to live."

"I wanted to protect you from this!!! You're going to let someone with the touch of Death near you. He kills anything he touches, Mary. He killed John, Grace...He will kill my mother if she stays with him and he will kill you too." She shot him one of her angry glares. She refused to start a commotion that would bring the whole house to the kitchen and add some fuel to the existing feud between Tommy and Michael. Instead, she sighed deeply and waved her hand so he wouldn't try to touch her again. 

"The path both of you have chosen is a path made of death, blood, and grief. You haven't faced what he had to face so you don't know just yet how dangerous the path you're walking is.... but give it time. Give it time and you will see that to wear the crown is to make the hardest choices and take the risk of losing everything! I read your letters and I know what's in your heart, Michael. Let it go! Let me go!" She said, hitting at her chest. "Keep me out of it and if you have issues with Tommy let them be about the business. Let them be about it and nothing else! You're married now, be a husband to Gina, be a father to your future child, build a life with her."

"She's not /you/! Don't you think I have tried to forget about you? Mary Colson? You haunt my dreams! you're in my head when I'm awake. Gina is wonderful but she's not you!" 

The confession, the one he was dreading to make escaped his lips and Gina could see the terror on the face of Mary. She guessed right, her husband was still in love with Mary. He still wanted her to be his. What truly motivated him was unknown even to himself. Greed? Lust? Ego? She rejected him while plenty of other women fawned over him. Perhaps he wanted to own her, perhaps he was still lusting after her but one thing became certain in the eyes of Gina, Mary Colson had to die in his heart. If she couldn't be killed in this life, then she would be in the heart of her husband. Gina would double her efforts to make him forget the woman -who clearly didn't want any of this but Gina didn't care about it- and she would succeed. Mary covered her mouth and shook her head. 

"These are the words you're using, but if you truly meant these you wouldn't have sent Archibald Worthington to try and seduce me. He slipped up and mentioned you when he tried to force himself on me. I was disappointed in you, hurt.. because despite everything I still cared for you. I still did... but you sent him and he nearly raped me... now you want to pretend you love me? Do you want to pretend you care for me? Michael, I can't believe you. I realize how stupid of me that was to take you there, I wanted to calm your temper and encourage you to do better for both of your sakes and here you are... telling me... " She shook her head- "I should go." 

She left the kitchen, walking fast, almost running back to Tommy's arms. She left and refused to look back as her heart was racing in her chest and she was afraid of how Tommy would react if he ever heard what happened in that kitchen. She was worried about the future because it became clear as day that Michael wasn't done. He wasn't done. He was just starting.

-TBC-

TB headcanon: Interviews // Deacon Davidson

 Sara doesn't like doing interviews, but she has mastered the art of appearing on TV and controlling her narrative. She looks amazing (the camera loves her) everytime she appears on  screen. Recently she has been giving a lot of interviews about her next album. She gives hints of the new theme "Love" and how she's healing from her past heartbreaks. Speculations are going well, especially who is her new lover. (none of them are close to finding that it's Homelander)

xxx

Deacon Davidson, 

The oh-so-charming neighbour who lives a couple doors away from Sara's appartment. He's an ex-military who retired with the honours and decided to enter civilian life as a self-defense coach. He's a kind person, very straight-forward and blunt. He's not trying to have deep relationships mostly due to his PTSD and the way it impacts him and his family. 

So he doesn't commit but he definitely knows how to have a good time and care for his neighbours (and building as a whole). He did help Sara a couple times  when she first broke up with Tara and later on when she broke up with Brett (who is not welcomed by the way! He will break his face next time he sees him, supe or not).  It's been a year or so since he "helped" Sara with her plumbing issues and while there is no romantic feelings between the two of them, he does care about her more than he lets on and would not truly appreciate the fact she's dating homelander. He's also going to set his eyes on Annie, just the cute lovely Annie.

A vintage's touch: "I love..."

« I love….

I love it when you say my name. It sounds so good when you do. It is always so soft when you say it. It's always so considerate and so sweet. you say it with meaning. I know you're a man of few words so when you choose to say my name, it makes me feel so happy. I feel considered. I feel... seen. I know you don't really have pet names for me, but when.... when you call me by my name, it is as if nothing else mattered to me. There is only you. There is only you and me.

I love it when you speak your native language. You don't always do it in front of me, but I can sometimes catch you whisper a word, say a sentence to your siblings or Uncle Charlie. I love how it rolls off your tongue and how much pride you feel when you speak your mother tongue. I love the way you carry yourself and the way you embrace your culture. You're never ashamed of being Romani (as you should) and you're never afraid to share what you know with me. I love the way your eyes twinkle when you get to speak that language and I wish you could teach me a few words or sentences so I could speak it with you. 

I love it when you get riled up when we're fucking. I love when you're losing your mind over someone trying to get into my underwears and have access to something that only you should have. I love when I talk smack to you and you make a point to prove me wrong. I love that you can let me be wild and without any restraint. I love that you enjoy when I can talk to you worse than others can and get away with it. I love it when you give in to me and you welcome my wilder side. I love it when you take control back and you tease me and you turn me into a dripping mess. 

I love it when you give me your affection. I know you're a man of few words but your actions and your gestures speak volume. I love when we fall asleep together and you hug me. I know that you really wanted me to be close. I know you wanted to hold me close to your heart and feel my gentle strokes. I love it when you kiss my shoulder, my neck or when you let me snuggle you. I love that you accept my affection for you and that you never push me away when I'm looking for your touch or your contact. It means the world to me that I can love up on you. It means so much to me because I can be nurturing and loving. I can be vulnerable and I can care for you as you deserve to be cared for. 

I love it when you are seductive. you have the best smile I have ever seen. You have the most beautiful eyes i've ever stared into. you are a work of art Tom. A work of art and I graced by God because I can see you, admire you. I love it when you dress up sharp, when you look immaculate in those suits, when you look like you cost a million pounds. I love the way you carry yourself, with confidence, with boldness, with such charisma nobody can ignore you. I certainly don't. I certainly can't. Whenever you enter a room, I have to look at you. I have to keep my eyes on you and rub my legs together because if I don't, then it would be my hand. Then, I would be unable to keep my hand off of my body, let alone of of yours. So I look at you, I admire you, I bite my bottom lip and enjoy the sight of you. 

I love it when you're a dad to your son. I love when Charlie and you get to spend time together. Your face changes, you are relaxed, you are caring and to be honest with you, when I see you be such a good dad to our son, I want to have your children too. I... Never considered getting pregnant again after losing Paul, but God's willing, we could have a little You and Me and I would be the happiest woman in the whole world because I know you will be a loving parent. If I never get pregnant, I can understand. I would never be bitter because I found a new family with Charlie and you and I could just get along with the idea of never feeling life growing inside me ever again because I do have love in my life and I do have a family to care for. 

I love it, when you're ready to burn the world for me. I love it when you're possessive, when you don't want to lose me. I love it because I can feel that I matter to you. I can feel that you love having me around. I can feel that you want to protect your peace of mind and the life we have together. I do like your rougher edge, I do like how dangerous you can be. I do like to see danger in your eyes and see that you mean business. You're not to be trifled with and when you become stern and commanding, it does send a shiver down my spine. I can't really explain why but I love when you're challenging the world to take your spot, to steal your crown, to become you knowing you would not let it happen and they can't achieve it. There is a fury in your eyes, a fury that makes you feel alive and makes me feel the passion burning inside you.  

I love you. »

Elpis: "I love..."

« I love….

I love it when you do things for me. You always make sure that my needs are met and that I don't feel left behind. You always make sure that I have everything I need, even when it's capricious like wanting a Christmas tree to be put up because I love that human holiday. You always make sure to care for me and shower me with gifts. I know your actions speak louder than your words, and I do love to see you go above and beyond to give me something you know would please me. I saw it when you gifted me the Scythe you spent a long while forging in Tartarus for me. You gave me the means to stand by your side during the war and to be able to defend myself correctly. I saw it when you gifted me a ring, so I could travel with you and truly become a companion for you. You have spent time away from me, you even requested the help of a goddess (Hecate) to forge that ring for me. You make the impossible, possible and I can't say just how much I love it, beloved. I love it. 

I love it when you encourage me to be the best version of myself. You explore my powers with me, you explore my psyche with me and you definitely don't stop me from trying new things. I can't forget Vancouver. I can't forget how wonderful it was to be able to test our powers on mortals and see how they worked together. We complement each other so well, that we cause chaos, mischief, and debauchery wherever we go. I remember that night because I was in such a frenzy, the orgy of flesh, death, and power displayed on that night turned my head blank. I became drunk with power, hot with desire, and fell in love even harder with you because you didn't hesitate to join me in my little game and I knew by then, that you were the one and only.. the best companion I could have ever asked for. 

I love it when you fuck me or when I make love to you. You do allow me to be sensual with you and treat you like the king you are but I love it so much when you fuck me. My whole body throbs when you're there because I know I would feel your hand around my neck. I know I would feel your hand on my ass, holding onto it, slapping it, making me lift it high up in the air. I will challenge you, oh I will trash-talk you just so you can remind me that you're the one in charge. I love when you fuck me because you're strong, you're powerful, you treat me like I want to be. You make me melt in your fingers, you make me submit to your cock, you make me drunk with the pleasure you give me. You make me lose my mind when you're deep inside of me. I love that you love my body. I love that you worship my curves. I love that you celebrate them because it makes me feel as if I am the most beautiful creature in the universe. Please, keep fucking me like you do. Please, keep loving on me like you do. 

I love it when you put me on a pedestal. you never treated me like the rest of my family did. you never saw me as someone weak or to take advantage of. You saw my potential, you helped me explore it and you elevated me to greatness. I love when you claim me in public and when you let others see just how perfect your Light is. I love it when you look at me with pride in your eyes because you think that I am the best there is in the whole universe. I love it when I can see that admiration in your eyes, the way you consider my art, my craft, my power. The way you acknowledge how powerful true Balance is. Light and Chaos.... this is who I am after all.  I love it when you trust me with my powers because you know that I can do great things and you know that I am best suited to be your queen. I feel humbled, I feel so much pride and joy to be your partner. to be your lover. to be your Queen. 

I love it when you're ambitious. I know it is a never-ending thing when it comes to you. You are ambition made flesh, Greed in its purest form and I know that you will never be satisfied with just the power, title, and conquests you've done. I find it endearing because there will always be something new to try, something beautiful to take, something powerful to own. There will always be new lands to conquer, enemies to slay, and minds to subjugate. I find it exciting because I know that with you, the universe becomes our playground and we will meet new entities, and new challenges and I can't wait to experience it all with you. You push me to always be alert, always try and look for our future together and I love that there is no certitude except that I love you. I am with you now and for all eternity. 

I love you. »

TB: "I love..."

« I love….

I love it when you call me Babygirl. This is the cutest pet name someone ever gave me. I am your most precious girl, your most precious darling, and I love the idea that you see me as someone precious that you can dote upon. I love when you say it because it sometimes varies from extremely horny to very cute and loving and for me....Ah... For me... Being loved felt like a dream I could never achieve. I could love and love and love but it was never given back to me, not like you do. Babygirl, to me, is proof enough that I can be loved and that I mean something to someone. I matter to you and it's all that matters to me. 

I love it when you allow yourself to be cute and loving. I love when you sneak your arms around my waist and pull me into a hug when I'm cooking for example or when you pepper my neck with kisses, or when you kiss my belly, my shoulder, my hand... I love it when you cuddle me when we sleep or when I fall asleep on you. I love it when you just smell my hair or you kiss my forehead. I love it when you let your hand stroke my belly and run over my thigh. I just love it when you're affectionate with me (when it doesn't lead to sex, just holding me for the sake of holding me)

I love it when we fuck or when we make love. I think I have found my equal, my perfect match in you. I love how vocal you are, and how you let me know what you want or what you need. I love when you tell me how I make you feel. I love when you use your words to let me know you're enjoying yourself. I love when you fuck me silly when you go hard enough to make me lose my mind, when you make a mess out of me and I'm just spit, juices, milk, and even sperm. I love it when you make me try new things when you let me dress slutty because I want to, or when you take pictures or videos of me sucking on your cock or riding you. You make me feel sexy to a level I have never felt before. you make me feel desired, irresistible even to the most powerful man on the whole planet! You make me feel like a goddess, a temptress, your black Aphrodite. I love it when you're able to push my buttons and when I'm able to push your buttons and turn you into my good boy. I love it because you're unbridled and yourself and we both get to enjoy each other to such an extent that I don't think I could ever settle for less now. 

I love it when you're honest with me. I have never had a partner who didn't lie to me. I have never had someone who didn't try to use me in one way or another. I have never had someone who told me when they were upset or happy, especially happy but you never make me doubt. you never make me guess. you always tell me what's going on and there is security in this, in knowing that there is the realest and truest version of someone you love by your side. There won't be any surprises because we know exactly who the other is and what they want, need, or dislike. I feel safe by your side and I feel secure in our relationship. It's... It feels good to be able to trust your partner and the love they have for you. I don't feel like fighting or that I'm on the verge of losing you because Ashley said something or because you're distant. I trust you will tell me if you ever feel like you don't love me anymore. 

I love to listen to you talk about your son. It's so good to see that you want him to grow and be a happy person. You want to give him everything you didn't have growing up which is the warmth of parents and parental figures. You want to give him a solid home so he can blossom into a wonderful person. You want to give him the world on a platter. I love the way you spend time with him and the way you keep on bonding with him. It somehow heals my inner child given my parents only gave a shit when I was to bring them money. Anything else I lacked so I don't know what it is to have a good parent, but I do have a good idea of what it is to be a shitty parent and you're not. I think it's hot that you're a good dad. it's hot to see you involved in your son's life. it's beautiful to witness as well and I am so happy I can see you be the dad he needs you to be. 

I love it, when you protect me. I have always had to fight for myself, to protect myself from harm and I managed with more or less success, so when you stepped up and came into my life, you made me... you made me feel like I deserved to be protected and someone would want to make sure I was safe. It did something to me. It made me feel good. I am so grateful for it. for you.  I love it when you encourage me too, my career, my love for music and entertainment... you made it so I could enjoy doing what I was meant to do! You've never felt threatened by my career or by my choices and thanks to your support, I can fully give in to my passion! I am happy by your side, more than words can say. I am happy with you. 

I love you. »

Klasma: "I love..."

« I love….

I love it when you call me love. It might seem very silly to you, but I have never been called an endearing word like this one before. It makes me feel as if I could be seen as something else than just useful or dangerous. It makes me feel as if I could be lovely and have something positive attached to me you know? How important it is to me that when you look at me you see something good and you feel compelled to call me love rather than anything derogatory. I am forever grateful for this, no matter how long we stay together, I will always be grateful for this. 

I love it when you touch me. I'm talking about how affectionate you can be. I'm talking about the gentle stroke of my cheek or your hugs. I love it when your arms sneak around my back or my waist and you pull me into a tight hug. I love it because it makes me feel alive. it reminds me that I do have needs too and I do need to be touched, even so naturally. It gives me butterflies in the stomach and it makes my heart flutter. I love it when you touch me because it makes me feel desirable. It tells me that my company is enjoyed, maybe even needed. It feels good too. it feels good to be close to you, to hear your heartbeats, to feel your warmth. So please, don't stop touching me. Don't stop holding me. Don't stop caring for me. 

I love the way you give in to me, trusting, without any restraint when we make love. I love the way you allow me to use magic to make you feel good, to turn you into a puddle of nerves just because I can. I love the way you lose control and you can't really believe that it's happening! I love the way your blue eyes stare at me as I do my best to make you feel good. I love the way you make me squirm when you're in charge. I love the way you meet my needs and feed my cravings for you. I love the way you fuck me and make me trail off. I love that we complement each other, that we feed off of each other, that we become one.  

I love it when you show me your hybrid form. It is part of you. It is not something to be ashamed of or to hide. You can't help what was done to you or who you are. you can't help it and I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of this face... of your fangs... of the veins protruding on your face. I am not afraid of the anger you might express or the helplessness as you hurt those around you or you destroy what is around. I am not afraid of you and I feel humbled that you trust me enough to show me that side of you. 

I love it when you bite me. When you take away the sexual component of such an act (and the pleasure I derive from being bitten), it is a communion between you and me. You give me pain and pleasure. You take blood from me, blood I willingly give to you. I feed you. I heal you. I let you savor my taste. It's an intimate gesture, one of trust, one of love....It is something I insist on doing because I want you to remember that I care for you. I want you to remember that there is someone out there, who will willingly give you their blood and let you sink your fangs on them because they love you. And I love it when you do it because I know you trust me. You wouldn't do it otherwise. 

I love to watch you do something you love like painting. You have the most relaxed face ever. you're just enjoying your life, painting, staring at the luscious scenery before you. And you talk about art, about painters you've met throughout your life, about artists who have inspired you.  You delve into beautiful memories, moments of your past that you enjoyed and where you didn't hurt. This is the life I want to build for us, a life where you would be free to explore what you love, without being worried or caring for the world. I want you to have a nice life, where you would have good relations with your family and where you and I.... where we could... build our own family as well. 

I love you. »

Doya: "I love.."

« I love...

I love it when you drive Baby. You always seem to be happy when you do it. You are relaxed, you sing, you hold my thigh. I love to look at you in moments like these because it soothes my heart. 

I love when we make love and you give in to me. You trust me to make you feel good. You trust me and you never question my tastes. You let me scratch you to blood. You let me edge you. You let me turn you Into putty in my hands and this is a gift you give me. You allow me to be in control of both of our pleasures. You allow me to be myself. To make you moan, and squirm when I want to or to make you be the vigorous lover I know you can be. I love to make you mine. I love to fuck you too. 

I love it when you cook for us. For me. You pour your heart into everything you do for us and it’s so cute to see you put on an ugly apron just for me and put on a show while you make the ingredients sing. You show me your love like that and it’s my favorite thing in the whole world. 

I love it when you kiss my scars and remind me that I am beautiful to you. You remind me that I am badass and that I overcame my worst fears when I killed that monster. I did it for love. I did it to save others from what I have been through. Your kisses heal my soul, little by little. I love them. 

I love it when you hug me during a nightmare. You make me feel safe, at home, and you anchor me back to reality, to you. I get to wake up to you, holding me and It makes me smile. 

I love your smile… your laughter…. Your smell. I love to wake up to you and see you’re here and see you at your most relaxed. In the morning. In the safety of our bedroom. I wish I could wake up to you every day until the day I die. A life with you is everything I have ever wanted. To be loved by you is to be kissed by luck. It’s to be held safely and firmly by Chuck and considered a favorite. It’s a blessing. 

To be loved by you is the best thing to ever happen to me and I love that. I love to be loved by you. 

I love you. »

GoT: "I love"

« I love….

I love it when you call me princess. It has a different meaning to us, it’s endearing. It also reminds me of how we started. You have always been sweet to me, as far as I remember, even when you were harsh, it came from a place of concern for my safety. I love when you call me princess because you always say it with a soft tone. 

I love it when you gently stroke my body. My arms, my face, my hair… your touch is soft, your touch makes me feel loved even in moments of passion. Your touch feels like a dance, a silent way to show your affection for me and I love it. Way too many saw me as a possession, as something to parade with but not you. Never you. Your touch is soft like your heart is when it comes to me. 

I love the way you feel inside me, the way you make love to me, the way you make my body shudder and writhe and throb! I love to watch your face when you feel good, when you moan when you cum. I love to watch you react to my touch, to my love, I feel powerful. I feel beautiful and I feel sexy. I love that you can make me enjoy sex like that and you can make me own it, make it whatever I want it to be. You gave me freedom in sex, freedom to pick whatever I want, and to feel comfortable enough to try it. Besides you are the most handsome man I have ever seen so I feel lucky. I love it when you blush and are unable to escape me when I decide to act up and seduce you in public. You will become red and clear your throat and watch me be unserious and deeply arousing without being able to ravish me on the spot. I do love it, to be a tease for you. To let you know just how much I want you. 

I love how protective you are of me. I will never forget how you came to my rescue during the siege and while I was passed out by the time you found me, I heard stories about it. I was told how anxious you were and how merciless to my enemies you became. I was told of how worried you were when you found me, thinking I might be dead or dying. You tried everything to save me and thanks to you, here I stand today. 

I love your passion for me, in the way you touch me, give me your affection, and claim your love for me. You aren’t a man of many words but your actions speak louder than them. I wasn’t aware of how bright and intense that fire in your heart was for me but you showed me and I can’t deny it (and won’t ). I can’t deny you. I won’t. 

I love it when you encourage me. You have always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. You have always given me strength and reminded me of what I have accomplished. You never saw me as lesser than you. You never judged me for my past… you never judged me…. 

I love it when you tease me, who knew you were such a jokester? You always know how to change my mind and turn that frown upside down. I end up laughing with you or cursing you for making a fool out of me (with love). I love that you can take my mind out of the darkness it lingered on, and force it into the light so I could join you. You are a riot when you allow yourself to be. I love it. When you are lighthearted. 

I love it when you lean your forehead against mine. The world becomes just the two of us and you silence even the loudest thought I might have. It is so tender and so soft and it recenters me. This gesture had saved me from a lot of breakdowns but it also made me realize just how much I cared for you, long before I knew I was in love. This gesture…. Is ours. Just ours. And I will always welcome it when you do it. 

You are my roc, Jaime. The one and only I can rely on. You are my beacon of light in the darkness and the man I love more than words can say. You are everything to me. 

And I love it the most when you smile. Even if it’s a smirk or a short-lived smile. I love that you can relax enough to let it show on your face. I make you chuckle and I feel richer than ever. I make you smile and it is as if the gods had rewarded me. You are so beautiful when you smile and when your mind is at peace and I will try tirelessly, to keep that smile on your face for as long as possible. 

I love you. »

A vintage's touch: a sad drunk

Mary looked at her glass of whiskey and swayed it from left to right, entertaining herself with the movement of the amber liquid. She didn't drink as much as she used to, notably because when she was drunk, Mary was either without filters or she was a sad drunk. She would not be able to keep her bad memories away, the pain from her many losses, from her fears... from the physical pain she experienced at the hands of people who were supposed to care for her. She remembered everything and the knot in the pit of her stomach kept growing, taking so much space and hurting her so much that she ended up sobbing into her alcohol. 

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Now wasn't the time to get sad. Now wasn't the time to remember her deceased son. She missed him more than she could express, more than she could even confess to Tommy but the innocence and kindness of Charlie helped her soothe her pain. He addressed Paul as his brother in the sky and kept talking about how he wanted to be a good son for Mary so his older brother would feel relieved about his mom. Charlie was sweet, so sweet that he wanted to protect Mary from harm. He reacted the best way when Mary confirmed that his father loved her and they were a family now. He embraced the whole situation. So why would she be sad, uh? Why would she be? She looked at her glass of whiskey and sighed. It didn't have to end badly. It didn't have to be a sad day. She would think about Charlie and Tommy, she would choose love over violence. Yes, she would. She could do it. 

COPG: Life of Elpis: You are everything to me.

You are everything, my beloved, everything to me. I fought for us for millennia, despite the good efforts of my traitorous pantheon. I will get revenge on them and am willing to erase my whole family for their betrayal, for their hatred of you, for the venom they spat on you. 

You are everything, my beloved, everything to me. Your darkness balances my light and to the fire of my impulsivity, there is the water of your cold calculations. You are the only one who can bring peace of mind, a sense of safety and fulfillment to me. you are the only one for me and no matter what the universe has for us, we will walk in stride. We will move forward. We will be together, for all eternity.  I love you. I love you dearly.  

TB: Before I met you

Before I met you, I didn't know what it was to truly be oneself. I thought I had it figured out. I thought that I was being true to myself when I was on my Only Fans or when I was in front of my fans. It was part of me, the part that loved to entertain and to get their attention. It was the part that was craving love and admiration. It was the part that enjoyed being under the spotlight and living a glamorous life. It was a part of me but it wasn't fully me. I didn't know what it was to be myself. Despite my relationships with both Tara and Brett, I never knew. 

They wanted the smokes and mirrors. They fed my insecurities and manipulated me into being my alter-ego 24/7. I was Unnamed Girl but Unnamed Girl was whoever they wanted me to be, as long as I was worshipped by the fans and got the attention from the press, they didn't care. They didn't care for me. Sara... well, she's a whole different person isn't she? Sara loves to cook for those she loves. Sara loves to give gifts, hugs, and kisses. Sara loves to fuck..She loves to eat, she loves to dance, and be silly. She loves to read and she loves spending time with kids. Sara.. is sensitive, scared, and nervous. She wants to survive and she doesn't get involved in anything political or dangerous. Sara has freckles all over her body. She doesn't hate them, she doesn't hide them. She doesn't try to be who she is. 

Before I met you, Sara had to shrink herself into nothing to please others. Before I met you, Sara had to neatly fit into a box...But with you, she can be messy. She can be needy. She can be soft and she can be protected. She doesn't need to be strong all the time, she doesn't need to put on a front. She doesn't need to lie to herself. She just is. She just is. I just am. I love you. I freaking love you and I won't go back

Klasma: I will ink your name on my skin

And I would ink your name on my skin as if I was saying a prayer to the sky. I chose you, Klaus. Despite everything, every odds against us. Despite our violent pasts and the pain you caused me all those centuries ago. I forgave you. I understand now your state of mind and the reasons that put you on my path. I understand now, how the world is....how much it eats at us. how much it made you suffer. I understand now... why we had to meet. Why I had to find you. Why I fell in love with you. I would ink your name on my skin as if it was a prayer to my goddess, so she could look after you, so she could protect you... so she could protect my heart for you are my home. You are everything to me. 

Klasma: Eavesdropping

Klasma: Eavesdropping

// She's sometimes confronted with the way people think of her. Neela knows she's the witches' boogeyman and it's not difficult to understand why some would choose to hunt her down. While she's aware of how others perceive her, she still is hurt to hear them hate her for something she's not responsible for. 

xxx

A trio of witches sat near the witch. As soon as they entered the tea shop, the young woman felt their energy signature and recognized they were young witches in training. She took her teacup to her lips and while she didn't force herself to truly listen to their conversation, she picked up the word: "Cursed" in their conversation and decided to keep on listening to them. They were fairly young, perhaps 15 years old at best, still curious about the world, with a sense of wonder that had left the witch a long time ago. She tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes so she could focus a little more on the conversation. 

"I don't understand why our supreme insists on warning us about the Cursed One. Is she like the Bogeyman or something?"

"yeah? I heard horror stories about the Cursed One when I was growing up. She's said to be one of the oldest living witches. She's said to be extremely powerful and sadistic."

The third girl kept quiet. She stared at the other two girls and just kept drinking her tea, her mind troubled by the conversation taking place.  Could it be that she disapproved of their words? Neela wasn't sure just yet but it kept her intrigued. 

"I heard that she slaughtered her own coven because she chose The Originals rather than her own sisters. That's how she got her power." -Nëela flinched, knowing full well that it was a lie. She didn't choose The Mikaelsons. She helped them because All life was sacred to her. They cursed her and that curse killed them all. To be accused of such an Unholy crime hurt the witch more than anything else.-

"Yes! She and she keep on hurting our sisters. Rumors say that any witch who encounters her always turns up dead. She became our natural enemy."

"But do we know what she looks like? All I know is that she has golden eyes. How would we know she's here?"

"I think that we would be dead. If we ever met her, she would kill us. People witnessed her crime scenes. They saw corpses being torn apart. They saw people burned to a crisp and blood everywhere. They saw so much blood that some even thought she was using it to perform rituals."

The witch had heard enough and focused her attention back on her cup of tea. They truly turned her into a story to force other witches to fall in line with their coven.  They still perceived her as a monster, someone who was bloodthirsty and who antagonized the whole world. A sad sigh escaped her lips and she reflected upon the last sentence. Some of her fights ended up in a very gruesome way, she could admit to that. How many times did she end up covered in blood? how many times did she have to tear limbs apart, to break bones, or to bathe in the blood of her enemies?  It happened because they left her no other choice. They were the ones who hunted her down. That was a consequence of her curse after all, wasn't it? She was cursed to be rejected by every creature, be it supernatural or human. She was cursed to be hated and meant to be killed so of course, the only way for her to survive was to kill as well. Of course, they would twist it into something else....Of course, they would. 

GoT: A fighter

Bäahal had been fighting from the moment she was born. An unwanted child, born out of an unwanted relationship and forced into slavery at a very tender age. A young girl who had to keep her mind from breaking down upon seeing the countless horrors done to others and herself. A young woman who fought to take her freedom from the hands of her slaves. And since then, she'd always fought for her choices, for her family, for others... especially the voiceless. She was terrifying in her own right and didn't need to have a dragon to cast fear upon her enemies. She was a force to be reckoned with yet, her soul was pure, tender, and soft. Yet she maintained some sort of innocence and joy.  and love... yes, love.

Doya headcanon: What sets her off

Oya is usually very cold-headed whenever she tackles a case. However, she will lose all sense of control if: 

*Children are victims.

* Dean is possessed by an angel/ demon

* Children are made to hurt people.

* She witnesses Domestic Violence not related to any case she's working on. 

* She witnesses any discrimination. 

*Bullies are involved. 

Dean, once he catches her change of attitude would do his best to keep her head cold, would eventually berate her, or he would join her.

Doya headcanons: Her favourite item

Oya's favorite item is her ring. She doesn't per se, need the trinket to feel connected to Dean. They were already "it" before they got married, but Dean picked this one. He made sure to pick a ring both of them would love and would represent their relationship the best. She loves to touch it, especially when she's a bit stressed out. It soothes her.

TB: Bolder than she used to be.

Since she started to date Homelander, Sara found herself to be far bolder than she used to be. She unlocked something inside her, something wilder, something powerful. Spending time with him made her want to explore the use of her powers some more, to become more comfortable in her own skin and make sure that no one could talk her down. 

Crossing paths with her exes opened old wounds that hurt her still to this day but she now has someone she can rely on. She has someone she loves and someone who loves her too. She wants to be free from Brett and Tara and is now looking forward to facing these two assholes.

TB headcanon: Her support for Homelander // Brand deals

Homelander and her support of him: 

Sara is unconditionally supporting her man. There is no reason for her not to support him. Oh, he did something bad? He had a reason to do it! Oh, he hurt your feelings? well, you deserved it! And no, he's making sure his people are well protected so fuck you and your bigotry against supes! 

of course, she also can't get over how handsome he is. Sara thinks he's perfect and she folds whenever he smiles at her. She loves his blue eyes, so intense and beautiful! She loves his blonde hair, she loves his wolfish grin... she loves him... all of him!

xxx

Brands deal/ adverts/ commercials: 

Sara as Unnamed Girl has a lot of brand deals and plenty of contracts with companies that use her image to sell products. She always makes sure to research the company and pick the least problematic one. She would always try and sell things that could benefit her fans, children, and then people. She's so famous that it's impossible not to know her if not as a singer, at least as a model.

Klasma: We're two passionate souls

I believe that we're two passionate souls. You hide behind your aggressivity and cruelty and I hide behind my anger and white knighting. We both hide because we're afraid to be hurt again. We're afraid to be deceived again. We're afraid that "they" were right about us, so instead of waiting for them to judge us for who we aren't, why not give them reasons to hate us?  Pain recognizes pain and I saw you. I saw you from the moment we met and because I did, I refuse to let you go. I will fight you if needs be, for you not to lose yourself. I will fight for you, so you can see how much you deserve to be loved.  And I know that... I know that you will not leave me alone. You will always care and so will I.

SoA: Wedding speeches - Bridesmaid style

Mary was standing by Nakota and Maya's sides during their wedding. She managed to contain herself fairly well during the whole ceremony but as soon as they kissed, tears started to roll on her cheeks. She couldn't help herself and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.  Nakota came into their lives like a surprise, such a surprise that Maya didn't tell her she was dating him until several months into the relationship. Mary was confused at first but upon seeing Maya's smiles whenever she mentioned him, her eagerness to join him, and how comfortable she felt by his side, she felt comfortable with the idea of him. 

Meeting Nakota however, opened Mary's eyes. They quickly became friends and as they spent time together, Mary became fond of him. She could relate to his past, to some of his traumas, to some of his mentality and he made her laugh, he made her feel safe and she came to think of him as family. He was like the brother Cody never was. Someone who cared for the people he loved and someone willing to work towards getting better. Here he was, standing tall and proud while holding his wife. As tears kept rolling down her cheeks, Mary shifted her gaze from Nakota to Maya. 

Maya's growth was phenomenal. To watch as she sets herself free from the shackles of Charming and finds a new purpose for her life. She saw a future for herself, a future where she would be happy and where she would be something else than the princess of the Sons of Anarchy. She was now her own person. She had grieved for her family and had made peace with her past. She managed to move forward and was now her own person, in control of her own destiny. For someone who thought she could never be able to be happy, meeting Nakota changed everything. Meeting Nakota destroyed the walls she built to protect herself just so they could build a new home together, with strong foundations and Mary witnessed everything. So, as the newlyweds kissed each other, Mary was only left crying tears of joy because her sister, her beloved sister was finally happy. "And it's just the beginning..."