MODERN JAIME AND BAAHAL : THE TASTE OF YOU

 

I have never felt like this for anyone before you, unable to keep my mind off of you.

You're in my every thought, in my head when I'm not even trying to think of you.

I have to admit, I miss the taste of you, the way your skin feels against my lips.

I miss the way your skin taste when I start licking and sucking on it, I really do.

I surprise me when I'm alone in my office thinking of you vividly. I remember.

I remember the sound you make when you moan, right after you tasted me.

I remember the sound you make when you thrust into me for the first time.

I can feel your body get hotter as you fill me up, I can feel you throb, I remember.

And always, that makes me touch myself because I miss you. I miss feeling you.

I love when we kiss, when our lips found each other's when you thrust deeper inside.

I love when you push me against the wall and make it hard for me to escape you.

I don't want to, but I love the idea of being pressed between a wall and you. So sexy!

I love when you whisper in my ear as you fuck me, telling me I'm a bad girl,

telling me I'm a tease or calling me your firecracker. It turns me on so much, you do.

Do you have any idea of how much sexy you are to me? How much I want you?

I don't think so. My hands do touch myself, rubbing that wet little cunt for you.

I get lost in my fantasies, wishing that you were the one touching me, fucking me.

I guess that's what's called having a Jaime fever, I like the term. I love missing you.

I love being naughty and playing with my breasts and wet slit thinking it's you.

I love imagining you whisper dirty little things in my ear when you're fucking me.

Haaan... oohhh. ; and the moans become louder, and I go harder inside my cunt.

I love the way you smell, no matter when. Before I ravish you, during or after.

Your scent drives me crazy, your scent belongs to me. I love that stubble too.

And you're in shape, my older Golden Lion, and I love that about you.

Tall, strong... big and wet for me in ways I'm sure you've never been before.

Let me boast. Let me keep thinking I'm your best fuck and you don't have enough.

Let me wait until we're done so I can cuddle you and take care of you.

Aftercare? It's on point. And you know you have my heart anyway, especially then.

GoT Jaime x Bäahal : My everything

 

There is something about your emerald eyes and the way they look at me.

They're carefully studying me, as if you wanted to know every expression I make.

They're scolding me, when you consider I'm being out of my mind or out of line.

They're comforting me, when you see the tears in my purple hues, they get warmer.

They're loving me, when you look at me and think I'm not seeing you. Oh so loving!

I've never been loved the way you love me, Jaime. I've never been loved at all.

Except by my mother, but it was maternal love. Except by Dany and Jon : Family.*

No man ever looked at me and saw a person, I was nothing but a possession.

The jewel of Astapor, as they always called me, because they wanted the body only.

But you, you're looking at me as if I was someone and you embraced me fully.

You understand I would be stubborn and would always storm into your room.

You understand I love fiercely and would do anything in my power to protect you.

You know I love you, I never hid it, especially not once I realized it was true love.

Your gaze was the first thing I have noticed when we met, the honesty, I fell for it.

I fell for the desire to see me survive the war, the desire to truly help mankind.

I fell for the genuine love you had for your wretched sister, you were intense and true

Your eyes were the first thing I fell in love with and I was seeking your gaze

Oh the Butterflies I had in my stomach whenever our eyes met, your green, my violet

You are my everything, there is no other way to put this feeling into words, my love.

I have never been loved by anyone the way you love me. You risked your life for me.

You went above and beyond when I needed to rest and stayed close to me willingly.

You made the room small when there were too many people inside so I could breathe.

You kept me safe until I had gained the necessary pounds and healed from starvation.

You loved me back then, no matter how I looked like, no matter what I said to you.

You loved me when I came for you at Winterfell, enough to come back to the living.

Jaime, you are my everything and I would be damned if I didn't protect you...us...

I'd be damned if I didn't love you with all the fibers of my body. You're all I have.

And I want us to have a chance at being happy together. So I'll fight for us.

GoT : (modern) : Butterfly

GoT : (modern) : Butterfly

A/N: Bäahal was able to digest what happened with her ex-fiancé. In this piece, we see her struggle between the anger and pain it still provokes to this day and yet the changes she's going through. Sometimes, when someone hurts you, you can't just move forward and bury what they did. She's better today, but this wound is still not closed. 

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She misread the names on the guest list. Elias was never going to attend the charity ball. Why would he when it was notorious that the silver heiress was the one running the show? How could he properly present himself to such a public event with all the press that would be in both of their faces? He left Westeros like a coward all those years ago abandoning the heiress and breaking her heart altogether because her sister bought him. He did promise to never return, but that was years ago and she seemed to have moved on. He managed to let her know that he didn't care for her when she found him on social media, so Elias thought it was good enough for him to make a comeback.

With Daenerys' money, he managed to become his own person, a Dornish heir who still managed to build his own business without the interference of his father. This earned him the respect of his peers and his own father and of course allowed for him to have a successful life as a businessman. He met a Westerosi woman during one of his trips and the two became a couple but he made sure that she would be shielded from the press like Bäahal had never been. Elias never stopped looking for her, he devoured any piece of the press he could find about her. He watched from afar as she suffered from their separation and despite his guilt, he made a deal and couldn't fix the mess he was responsible for. Bäahal was so beautiful, even when she was sad and walking alone in the streets of the Red Keep, she was looking beautiful.

He followed her charity work, and had surprised himself with wanting to reach out to her, see how she was doing, apologize for the way he treated her before, but could he really do this? Could he walk back and pretend that they were ready to move forward? Could he be honest? He knew he was a shit person, he was an asshole and the last she would want to see so of course, he refused to attend this party. He couldn't humiliate her more than she would eventually be once the bad press would be aware of his presence in the country. He knew there would be pictures, probably interviews he would give and his name would be plastered all over social media. Their past relationship would be mentioned times and times again since she was hosting a charity ball at the same time he would be in the country. Elias knew she wouldn't have it easy and would have to put on a brave face in front of the media like she'd always done. After all, she was a lonely soul wasn't she?

But Elias knew nothing of the Dragon Daughter. He knew nothing of her resilience and strength and knew nothing about her pride. Bäahal when she was wounded, would always find a moment to lick her wounds but would attack sharply. One of the few things she held dear were her honor and that had her slap Jaime after Highgarden when his words went out of line. That would make her bite at the paps, and she would be even harsher if they were to actually meet again. Elias knew she would destroy him, and she would throw her pain at his face but what he failed to understand was that beyond the pain, there was anger. Upon hearing he was back in Westeros, the silver heiress needed a moment to collect herself. It did shock her, and seeing his face again brought back so many memories that almost choked her to near tears. Elias broke her trust and broke her self-esteem. His betrayal made her reconsider her ability to love and be loved but most of it, made her think that she didn't deserve to be. Because of him, she shielded herself once more, and still had trouble thinking that Jaime could actually care. Because of him, it took her some time before she stopped second-guessing his intentions. He cared for her, wanted her to be near otherwise he wouldn't go to such trouble. Elias made it harder for her, but he didn't prevent her from loving again.

In the end, love prevailed and she survived. She was better today, more beautiful than ever, and even more powerful and settled than she used to be. Yes, the family issues were public and she still was ostracized by most of Daenerys sycophants, but she was starting to build herself a life of her own, something she could cultivate on her own. The underground dance scene was challenging but rewarding and she made actual friends along the way. Her charity work was more and more visible and she became an expert, so to speak. She was a raw diamond that finally was being shaped and polished and no one, not even her sister could stop her from shining. On top of it, her heart was floored and filled with love, and discovering her own emotions, the silly butterflies, the hot cheeks and coy smiles made the woman look even more fulfilled and satisfied. This was intriguing -Daenerys was suspecting she was seeing someone, but still kept her distance from her since Highgarden- even the press and pictures of her on the press highlighted a shift in the woman's way of carrying herself. Still.... despite the anger that was boiling within her veins, Bâahal was still hurt to see that this person was in town. His presence was making her nervous and when she was nervous the only thing Bäahal could do was dance, so she went to train harder this time, pushing herself to her limits while the Charity Ball was still being prepared.

-TBC-

GoT : Regular: Spiraling

GoT : Regular: Spiraling

A/N: Sometimes Bäahal wonders if her little "desire" isn't hurting those around her, but it sometimes 

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Bäahal took a liking to take long walks mostly because they helped her rest her mind and relax. It had been weeks now since her return to the castle, and she was able to visit more places than just the garden or the dragons' den. She was able to take longer walks within the walls of the Red Keep, spend more time with her sister and with Jon and of course, occasionally speak with Tyrion. He seemed to have been less tense since the princess had been seen outside and had started to talk to her sister. He seemed to appreciate the efforts she was making, but he knew how much it did cost her. The princess was devastated by the first reception to the news of her love for the knight and the fact he reciprocated these feelings too. Yet, she didn't give up. The silver princess was stubborn and Tyrion knew she wouldn't give up on his brother this easily. She couldn't.

Bäahal was well aware of her own stubbornness and while she did question herself a few times, she never regretted this personality trait. It was what drove her, what helped her survive all those years when she was still enslaved. She couldn't claim to never be wrong and she never claimed that the cursor was never misplaced -after all, she did want to die for Daenerys, thinking her life had only meaning if she sacrificed it.- but she sometimes knew that she was right. Loving Jaime was right. Fighting for this love was right and she refused to give up on him and give up on them. When she thought of it, did she actually listen to what was said to her? She remembered when Jaime was trying to push her away, making sure that she would stay away from him. She remembered leaving Highgarden, defeated and unable not to love him.

She remembered trying really hard to move forward, to do as he said but always her heart brought her back to him. If he didn't love her, then she would love him from afar. The princess was ready to live a life where her love was unrequited but she would at least be able to look after him. Her desire to protect the man was greater than her ability to accept love from a stranger. Maybe all of this was wrong, maybe she was putting him through way too much. Her stubbornness was also selfish in nature and this morning, Bäahal realized that her own desires put those she loved at risk. By loving Jaime and refusing to give up on him she was potentially putting her friend Lady Kyra and Jaime at risk of being executed by her sister. Dany was known for her wrath, she was known for her reckless decisions and one bad move from Bäahal and there would be nothing left of the house Lannister. 

The realization wiped the smile from her face, as she was starting to feel guilty. Yes, maybe she should have listened to Jaime and stayed in her cabin for the night but being far away from him was asking too much from her. Being far away from the knight when it was possibly the only moment they could share was hurting Bäahal, so she didn't listen to him, so she stormed into his cabin as she always did and she cried her love for him. He could have said no. He had resolved, he was determined but could only last if she walked the walk with him. Instead, she forced him to have a taste of what it could have been if they were together. She had them sleep in the same bed, she had them kiss a true kiss. Her eyes filled themselves with unshed tears, once again because of Jaime but this time mostly because of her own actions. Tyrion was anxious, and he had good reasons to be. He had tried to warn her off of this road, in order to protect both his brother and the princess from heartache but she didn't listen.

Lady Kyra herself told her that they should probably not be together, at least not without her sister's blessing and what did Bäahal do? She went ahead and still managed to spend time with the knight, crossing a line she shouldn't have, making it impossible for both of them to return to simply wishing the best to each other from a distance. Her selfishness was now apparent and the princess felt her heartbreak. Why did she have to hurt those around her? With her simple actions, she hurt everyone, from Daenerys to Jaime, from Lady Kyra to Jon Targaryen. From simply wanting to live her love story, she added pressure and pain to an already delicate situation, fueling the fire with her wild emotions. Could it be that she was bad? A demon? The thought crossed her mind as doubt was settling in her heart. Perhaps she was bad, perhaps she caused the deaths of those around her, perhaps she should have died a long time ago or remained in a life she at least knew. As her mind wandered and she was starting to see things with a distorted vision, Bäahal shook her head and stopped walking.

Just a few steps away was Jaime who was walking, again, towards the war room. Since she was leaving her private quarters more often, they were able to see each other a little more and exchange a smile, a nod, and he would sometimes stop by and have a conversation with her. Those moments were highlights of her day, reminding her that she wasn't doing this for nothing and wasn't being selfish at all. Those moments reminded her that she actually cared for someone else but her and she was already sacrificing a lot in order for them to be happy. She was ready to keep her distance between her and Jaime if that meant saving his life. She was willing to let her sister decide for her future and was willing to keep things to herself if that was needed. She agreed not to see him as often as she wished when they were at the Red Keep. She agreed to keep the memories of them together in the boat and cherish them until the very end if that was all that they could have. But on top of this, she also learned that she had the right to be happy.

Jaime made her happy, and was the only thing she could positively say she wanted for herself. Wanting to be with him didn't make her a bad person, it didn't make her a dangerous person who destroyed everything around her. That was false. That was twisted, and that was her panicked heart that wanted to make things easier for others and take the risk of making things harder for herself. Wasn't she already sacrificing enough? Couldn't she wish to have something just for herself? Well, she could and she did. As her body warmed up next to Jaime's, the young Targaryen gently waved at him, her cheeks turned a darker shade that indicated that he still made her blush, even now, and a soft smile on her lips. It was a simple gesture, but one that filled the knight with as much joy as it did fill the princess' heart. He resumed walking, fastening his walk towards the war room but seeing each other was enough to fuel their love for each other, And just like that, the parasitic thoughts just vanished and she was able to breathe again. 

-TBC- 

Doya : Back to Basis

Doya : Back to Basis

A/N : A moment between the two of them, They just know each other really well.

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Oya was stretching while Dean was reprising her jacket. He insisted on working on it, patching the whole thing up just so she could keep on wearing it had been a mean he found to exorcise his anguish. Patching her up lately had been a good way for him to making sure she was alive -because he could touch her- and that he didn't miss anything. They should have been moving forward already, it wasn't the first time either of them had to experience near-death. It wasn't the first time they had to save each other asses from a certain death yet this one was difficult to move past. They both knew why. Pluto was still alive and roaming freely on Earth. He was still preparing Chuck knew what and it wasn't the last of him they had seen just yet. Dean also didn't want to argue with Oya over the fact he was pissed off at the missed opportunity he had when they crossed paths with the pagan god a couple months ago.

She could have told him it was him. She just needed to point him to Dean and then Dean would have dived headfirst into a battle he would have lost. His desire to kick the pagan god's ass was strong, maybe stronger than ever because of this missed opportunity but Oya did have a point. What good would that have been for him to rush into battle without preparation? That was exactly what she did and it nearly killed her. At least she had the excuse of not knowing he was the pagan god since he was disguising himself as a basic monster, but Dean wouldn't have had that excuse. He would have known it was a powerful pagan god, he would have known it was the one who nearly killed Oya and he would have known that it was a bad idea running towards danger without knowing what it was and how to put it down. He would have been stupid, he would have made her cry -and not just her. His brothers Sam and Castiel would have too-. That didn't mean it wasn't frustrating to know that the man almost responsible for his worst nightmare was still alive and kicking.

Oya could feel the unspoken tension between the two of them and the growing impatience in the heart of her partner. She could tell he was angry and she could tell he was worried. When she came home all bruised up and with torn clothes, he feared the worst. How could not after nearly losing her? She made him panic, she made him worry and that was one thing Oya hated the most. She put both legs in front of her and wrapped her arms around her knees. She wanted to tell him they'd beat the god but wasn't even sure she would sound convincing, so she didn't try. Instead, she simply looked at him, as he was working on her jacket in silence. She looked at him and hoped he could feel just how fiercely she was in love with him. She was staring at his fingers, working swiftly on the tanned fabric of her jacket, and thought of her late friend Isaac Stenton. The regular human who befriended the hunter she was years ago.

For a long while, he was the only « friend » she allowed in her life. She would let him call her and talk about life, give her pieces of advice and in general just give her the support and warmth she lacked and needed. Back in America and still ashamed to go see the Thomases, all the human interactions she had were with her good friend Isaac. He would have loved to see her today, with repaired relationships with Sarah and Josh and an actual family with Team Free Will. He would have been proud of her, for allowing people back into her heart and she was certain he would have probably cried a single tear or two, knowing she let herself fall in love again. It wasn't so bad after all, she kept her promises to Isaac in a way

He would have berated her, for not talking to Dean about what she'd noticed. He would have been angry at her for hiding her emotions regarding the pagan god and her near-death experience from Dean. Knowing this made her roll her eyes and she stood back up and walked towards the hunter, well-determined to talk to him. Just when she did, Dean had just finished and showed her the result of his hard work, which had Oya grew her eyes wide and knitted her brows together. Shit! He was cute! He was so cute with that satisfied smile on his lips that she decided to focus on the beautiful thing he just did instead of bringing more chaos and despair to the two of them. Her arms wrapped around his frame and she gently pulled his head against her chest, in a tender gesture. Her fingers ran through his dirty blonde mane and she planted a kiss on top of his head.

« Thank you...It's beautiful. »

« No, thank you. »

Was all he said. She knew he opened the dialogue by saying something she would inevitably bring back later, but she knew he was ready to talk to her, to let her ask questions and find a way to answer them with his own words. He knew Oya by heart and knew she was relentless and wouldn't stop until she'd started the conversation they needed to have, so they would both feel better. And the beauty of everything was that she knew exactly who he was, how he did things and she could make him do the things she wanted/ needed to. After all, they were a dynamic duo, a well-tuned machine... life partners.

-TBC-

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

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

A/N : Ah, Ishtar and his complicated feelings. We'd think he'd move on but he clearly is stuck there.

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Ayasha wasn't the only one who couldn't find Elpis and the Sin no matter how hard they were trying to. Ishtar had been looking for his enemies, using all the resources available to him but even with his immense power, the New All-Father couldn't find his sister. She always escaped him no matter what he did. It infuriated him, not just because he couldn't find Elpis, but because he couldn't forget about her. Her ghost followed him wherever he went, and hallucinations of her took over at night when he was the most vulnerable to his own desires. The shape of her frame, the illusory warmth of her body, the soft pink locks, and the ebony skin all came back to his mind, taunting him in his dreams and tortured him when he was awake. He could never forgive himself for his betrayal.

She could never let him breathe, no matter what he did. He tried to kill her twice in his mind, ensuring that she would no longer haunt him but it was to no avail. Always, did her spirit come back to him, mocking him for having dreamed of being hers, taunting him for killing her for good when they would meet on the battlefield. He dreaded that instant when he would face her again. He knew that his betrayal broke her spirit free from the mental conditioning his whole family participated in. She no longer was the innocent lamb with the untapped power that could put any of them to shame. She no longer was the obedient little goddess who was willing to go with her older brother on battlefields to influence men. She no longer was his little sister, his pink flame, his adored one, and the one he wished to lace his destiny with. The last part always stung because he knew she would never choose him.

She never chose him. She always chose the Sin. He remembered the arguments, the desperate attempts at making her stop seeing this wretched abomination. He remembered the anguish he felt about her choosing another and the heartbreak of never being an option she'd choose from. He remembered the jealousy he felt and how it burned his soul. His heart and chest were always hurting, burning hard anytime he would lay his eyes on her because he would see another man. He would see another man put his hands on her, run his fingers through her pink locks, whisper in her ear that she was his, claiming her over and over and tainting her in doing so. He couldn't fathom the idea that someone else was her chosen one and even less that he would never be hers. She would never be his. Desperate and angry he drove that blade into her heart, sealing her fate, punishing her forever. Desperate and angry he drove her away from him for good. He regretted his choice, and he knew that he would have regretted it the same if not more should the blade have killed her for good. He harmed Elpis, the one he swore to never hurt. He hurt her because his selfish desires took over his brain. Things could still have been different, should he have been more patient.

Now he couldn't forget about her and he couldn't forgive himself.

The only choice was for him to keep moving forward.

And he would.

-TBC-

I lost you -modern verse-

 

I lost you, in a moment of euphoria and joy, I ended up losing you.

You were an oasis to me, someplace I would rather be than my home.

You were a promise to me, a promise to a better future, and a better life.

How could you? I can't even fathom the idea of you never being honest with me.

I have good eyes, maybe the best in the whole world because I can see through smoke

I can see when someone lies to me and you never did, not until you decided to leave.

Yet, I decided that my eyes might not have been good and I was too young to realize.

My sister convinced me that you weren't good from the start and I blindly believed it.

A prince of Dornes, one of the less trustworthy partners to have, and I believed her.

How could I not when you suddenly decided to leave me behind?

How could I not when years later when I finally reach out, you shut me down?

« I don't need you » you said « I never loved you. » You said. « Leave me alone. »

Those words felt like knives dived deep into my heart. I couldn't breathe.

We met when I was 18, got engaged when I was 22 and you disappeared!

After we've been talking about a house, a business, and a baby, you vanished.

Only to spite in my face when my chest was open and my heart bleeding.

You didn't want me, you never did. And you left me to nurse my wounds on my own.

Oh you taught me something, yes, you taught me well! People are assholes.

Never trust a man until he showed you his true colors, never fall in love again.

I learned my lesson, for years I kept it to myself, focused my mind on myself.

I was convinced I would be abandoned again. After all, they all left, they always did.

But all changed when I met my Golden Lion. All of my walls and false ideas died

suddenly I saw the light.

Suddenly I was reborn.

And today I will never let you hurt me again, no matter how hard you try.

I've grown-up, I'm mature, and I have found something you never gave me, ever :

TRUTH

COPG : Life and Death of Ayasha : In Vain

 

COPG : Life and Death of Ayasha: In Vain

A/N : Of course, Ayasha is absolutely devastated by everything that has been happening. She doesn't really know what's going to happen soon. She had drawn her cards and yet nothing positive is happening. So she's been closely watching the human vessel of her sister. Well, a former human vessel.

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Ayasha was looking at the fountain, in hopes that maybe her sister and the Sin would have made a mistake, but it seemed that they were not likely to make mistakes. Why would they when the Sin's magic could shield them perfectly? Ayasha was growing desperate, mostly because she no longer had the controls he hoped to have on Ishtar who forced her to reveal her secrets to him. Yes, she was power-hungry. Yes! She wanted to get rid of the rest of the pantheon so she would have been the only one and yes! She manipulated him into killing their father and replacing him and cursing Elpis since he couldn't murder her. Since she had admitted to the truth, Ishtar had been distant, as if he didn't want to talk to her but she knew he was plotting, probably plotting against her. This made the goddess writhe in anguish and anger as she was now cornered. Think, Ayasha, Think.

Her eyes averted from the fountain to the beautiful landscape. After all this war, the one good thing that didn't change was the landscape. As soon as Ishtar and Ayasha established their supremacy, the other gods followed and they restored the once destroyed palace and garden. This used to bring her peace, back when Khaos was alive and Gaea pretended to care for her progeny. The reality wasn't as good as the lies fed to them by their parents. Ayasha wanted to kill her mother, but she knew she didn't have the amount of power necessary to do such a thing. She also knew that her sibling didn't control the full power of the All-Father so both of them would never be able to destroy Gaea. But could Elpis? Ayasha did study the places destroyed in the wake of her sister and her lover. She noticed the insane amount of energy used to create chaos, pure chaos. She could feel her sister's power and noticed that it actually was far stronger than 2000 years ago. Perhaps, with the rage that was boiling inside her, would Elpis take over their mother and become the new-All-Mother. However, if she did, it would come with a cost, and once she wasn't willing to pay.

She furrowed her brows and bit her thumb. Where was she now? Her brother tolerated her presence, he even allowed her back in his bedroom so they could fuck but she no longer had control over him... yet. Ayasha was cunning and she had a silver tongue, she would make sure to find a way to get into her brother's mind again but it would require some time and some more skills. Elpis was still hard to detect, if not undetectable. So what was left of her? She anticipated Elpis' desire to grow stronger, so they were inevitably on Earth, but Gaea still refused to make a move towards her daughter, in fear of awakening her true power too soon and lose her for good. Elpis was growing stronger and Ayasha was cowering in a corner which she hated. They had lost the dagger of fate but would forge god-killing weapons. Sure, they wouldn't know how to destroy a sin -not yet-, but Ayasha was actively looking for parchments or whatever piece of information she could get from the Greek pantheon. Maybe if she found Hades or Hades' hide-out, she would be able to know how the sins were made and what it could take to unmake them. She had to be careful because not everyone was an ally among the remaining of the Greek pantheon, but she was hoping to talk her way out of the issues.

But if nothing worked? If there was nothing left for her but to wait for a potential death? Ayasha loved life way too much to sacrifice herself. She still had the vessel, Asma Jensen, who was roaming free and who befriended the goddess without knowing she was one. She still wanted to cause mayhem between the sin and her sister and what better than to threaten -or kill- the human who started it all? Ayasha felt that she still had a solution, no matter the issue presenting itself to her. She was already looking for a way to unmake Pride, leave his energy without a body so he wouldn't be able to interfere with them. She was forging a weapon capable of taking out her enraged sister and she was at the same time willing and on top of it all, she was working her way back into her brother's heart. Perhaps she miscalculated and he would prove to be a good ally, a partner, an emperor for her empress. She wanted to believe that with truth, their relationship could blossom for the better but she wasn't sure. There was a lot at risk and not a lot of answers, which never had a good look. So yes, the blonde goddess was staring at the fountain of Truth, looking for anything, anything that could help her out of her situation. In vain. For now.

-TBC-

got modern : Baahal musing about

I like when my golden lion is wearing suits,

so I can quietly remove his clothes and expose his body to my hungry eyes.

I like when he has some stubble on his face,

So I can feel it with my skin, whenever he decides to kiss me

I like when his emeralds held a scorching gaze,

so I know he actually wants me, I know he is selfish and I belong with him only.

I love when he calls me his firecracker,

only he can actually call me that and make me think it's endearing.

Only he can touch the fire I make, let himself be burned by a single touch.

Only he can make this heart beat faster, so fast I can hear it, so hard I can feel it.

I like it when he fucks me anywhere, from the floor to the kitchen counter

but I love it best when I am on his bed because there I can completely consume him.

I love it when I'm riding him and he's at loss for words and curses instead.

Yes, I love when he's deep inside of me, reaching the end of my little wet pussy

because then, he's capable of doing anything I want, of saying anything he wants to.

When I'm riding him, I can look into his eyes and see his truth, the care, the respect...

I can see the things he doesn't necessarily say to me, I can feel his affection

and it makes me want more! I need more! I want more! I'm greedy like that.

I love when he comes around and just holds my neck just so he could kiss me.

When he's dominant and let me know that he's in charge of making me cum

when he's relentless in fucking me, even when I beg for him to not make me cum.

He goes for it, because he knows I need it! He knows I need to cum around his cock

I love it when he holds my hair, whether when we're fucking or talking,

I think he guessed it makes me docile, I love the touch and would stay quiet.

And we can spend some time without talking and just being in a comfortable silence

so we could both contemplate what's going on and how attached to the other we are.

I care for him...not just because of the way he makes me feel when we fuck.

He's divine, extremely otherworldly when it comes to fucking. I just... want to be one.

Nah, I care for him, because of the way he makes me feel when we aren't fucking.

See? I just want to spend all the time in the world with my golden Lion.

I just want to sleep in his arms, protected, safe, loved...

I just want to wake up to him, to see that the world didn't collapse... he was still here.

He is still here, with me.

Doya : after glow

Doya : afterglow

A/N : because why not? They also have tender moments. Still a continuation of the « Torn Jacket » little SL. It's still taking place during the Pluto affair but it's before they both worked a case together. ((the current case is here : https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=273687387673153&set=pcb.273696271005598)

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Oya woke up early this morning and rolled on her side so she could wrap her arms around Dean's waist and cuddle him. Due to the sweat of last night and the cool air in the room, Oya's heavy curly hair was wet and had shrunk. Dean's back was scratched, as usual, but now that he was fully awake, he could feel the bruises on his chest and lap due to Oya's passionate lovemaking. He did hiss but he never minded her, nor the scars on his back for they were a reminder of what happened the night before. They were a reminder that their lives were real and that she was back in his life. She woke up quite tired this morning, which had the blonde hunter simply wrap his arms around her waist and gently pushed behind her face, revealing a lovely face that was barely awake. He heard a lovely growl and grinned at her. His hand stroked her soft cheek and planted a good-morning kiss.

« Good morning dickhead. » She whispered. Oh yes, she hadn't had coffee so she would be insufferable if he didn't give her any. Dean shifted on the bed, ready to leave but she held him tighter and kept him close to her frame. « Stay, please....stay with me this morning. » to which he nodded and let her push him against her smaller and warmer frame.

« I thought that your last case would have worn you out. » -He joked, poking the bear to see if it got angry, but it didn't, she simply grinned-

« I will always have some spare energy for you, you know that. » She rubbed her nose against his chest and took a deep breath. « It felt good...yesterday I mean. It felt good to be back, to see you, to love you. » She whispered, still not looking at him. Dean shifted again, so she could be resting the top of her body against his chest and he could lose his fingers into her heavy tight coil locks.

« I have missed you too. » -Dean simply said, saying the words she was trying to say in her groggy state of mind. She nodded quietly and looked up at his face. Hazel eyes stared into emeralds and she quietly ran her hand over his chest, stroking the warm skin to reassure herself that he was indeed here. Dean let her do, his breathing was calm and collected and he let her play with his chest. Thank the fresh air, he was now cooled down and less sensitive to her touch. He could still feel the hickeys she left on his neck and shoulders and couldn't help but grin. « But seriously, Shorty...how was your last case? You didn't speak much about it. »

« What do you want me to say? I actually aced it. It wasn't that difficult. » She said pushing herself off of his chest just so she could look at him. Dean used the momentum to sit on the bed and she followed, legs crossed in a meditative pose and hands on her lap. « I didn't get any serious injuries as you could see, just got my jacket torn, got a few scratches. » She said turning her head to look at him. Dean let his calloused big hand stroke the soft skin of Oya's back.

« You came back with a smile, dare I argue that you actually got into a fight? » He grinned. He knew Oya's love for a good fisticuff. A hunt without any bruise was not a hunt for her, which made him chuckle out loud when she nodded frantically.

« You should have seen the other guy. It was actually a mixed fight between monsters and some of their human allies. Cause, believe it or not, humans sometimes do ally with those monsters. » She said rolling her eyes before she slapped her lap. « They thought that because I was tiny I couldn't kick their asses, but I did and they were arrested. »

« You worked with police ? » -He lifted a brow, surprised to hear that she indeed worked with law enforcement.-

« I... it happened yeah... actually one of the victims appeared to be the niece of a police officer, who witnessed the attack her statement wasn't believed but the report was found by a hunter who sent the coordinates to me. So yeah... I didn't kill the human allies, but I sure as hell beat them up into a pulp. »

She grinned, cooing at the gentle massage Dean was giving her, before she moved around and seductively left the bed. The sheets dropped and her gorgeous naked figure appeared much to Dean's pleasant surprise. She was perfection, the curls, the toned and thick legs, the small waist, and the opulent breasts. He didn't mind that she was tiny, that made her even cuter. The curve of her ass as she walked away drew his attention and he ended up standing up as well. Oya was awake and no longer wanted to remain in bed, which was good. He wanted to wake up and make her some coffee but she beat him to it and just straight up went to the bunker's kitchen butt naked. Thank god, nobody was home, not Sam or even Castiel since they were both busy working cases. Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against the hard frame of his chest.

« Hey! Let me go ! »

« Why did you leave without a warning! Imagine if Sam or Castiel was around? » He asked, pressing a kiss onto her forehead.

« Well, they both have seen an adult woman's body before, right? So what's new here? » She said with a shrug, purposely reeling Dean as she knew he hated when she walked naked outside of their bedroom. « Besides, you are also butt naked. What should I say then? What if the boys came back and found you like that? » She said in a dramatic tone before a giggle replaced her words and she outstretched her arms just so Dean could pick her up. « Fine, Dickhead... I'll grab a bathrobe and look decent... you should probably put some boxers just in case someone came in. »

« You're being reasonable now, O? » She nodded and pressed her lips to his neck while her hands ran up to the back of his head, eliciting a groan from the hunter. « You're being playful now... I've just woken up. »

« Bullshit! You've been awake at least an hour before I was. »  She looked up to his face and bit at her bottom lip. « But I'll spare you some game... I'm not in the mood for teases...I'll get that bathrobe, you make us breakfast, and then we can cuddle, shower together, and talk some more about the case ? »

« About anything you want. » He said before he quickly coughed and added a stoic. « That's a good plan. » to which she laughed and tapped the tip of his nose with her forefinger.

« Good, it's settled. Now put me down. » He gently put the woman down on her feet, allowing for her to set herself free and push him away gently. Dean smiled at her, enjoying her good mood, and couldn't help himself but grab her arm to quickly pull her against his chest. « What ?.. » Oya fake-complained, she loved when he was loving, even more, when he was feeling good and he surely did. He didn't say anything, just let his emerald eyes stare into her hazel ones. She smiled and looked up at his face while her arms wrapped around his waist. « I have missed you too. » She finally said, now more awake. « I'm good with a good day just for ourselves, no cases, no drama, just the two of us. » She tiptoed and he pulled her up just so he could press a kiss to her lips and stroke her cheek. « Now put me down. »

« Nothing is holding you back. » He pointed out but she rolled her eyes, prompting him to let her go back to her feet and effectively leave to the bedroom. « Bring me some boxers when you come back here, please. »

He asked while he turned around to look at the kitchen and think of the breakfast he wanted to make them. It had to be the nicest breakfast for the sweetest champion. He noticed the ugly apron still there and decided to wear it just for her. Dean was anticipating the face she'd make upon seeing him wearing that ugly thing and the big smile on her lips would be enough to shut his demons for the day. Oya was there, Dean was finally home.

-TBC-

GoT regular : Amethyst and Emeralds

GoT : Amethyst and Emeralds

A/N : Just a little bit about these two. <3

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Red Keep's garden, early morning.

At the request of Bäahal, Daenerys agreed to a little walk in the gorgeous garden of the Red Keep. It had been way too long since the sisters spent some time together and while their relationship was complicated due to the news of the affection her sister had for the Golden Lion, they still were sisters. For a while, Dany was worried that she might lose her sister due to her decisions and that perhaps, Bäahal would have escaped at night, taking the boat to go somewhere else. But she was mistaken, her little sister stayed with her, faithful and loyal, although very silent. It pained the silver queen to see tears on her sister's face and watch from afar as she tried to look decent before the two crossed paths.

Dany always felt guilty because she knew she was the reason for her sister's tears. Not all of it was on Dany's shoulders, but she was the queen and as such, held the power to decide about her sister's future. This was a nasty position to be in and conflicted emotions crossed the dragon queen. Yet, the time spent at the garden had been lovely. Summer really made the two of them look beyond gorgeous and turn heads wherever they went. The two Lannister guards kept following Bäahal as it was their orders, but still at a respectful distance to let the queen talk to the princess. They discussed most of the things at hand, the siege, the plans in the making to find out the culprit, how Dany had missed her, and how happy she was they could share a walk together.

They talked a great deal about memories, from the first time they met and Dany accepted her in her family to the Long Night and the Great War. They talked about Drogo and the memories of him Dany would never forget, and the chance she had at finding love again with Jon. They spoke of family, of how unbeknownst to them they were still keeping the traditions alive and hows difficult that was for them because many lords weren't really happy with it. Throughout the whole conversation, Daenerys noticed Bäahal half-smiles whenever Jaime's name was mentioned. But she also noticed the silence that followed. Bäahal wasn't really conversing with her, she kept deflecting back and focusing the conversation on Jon and her. It was so obvious that she was holding back that it bothered the silver queen who wanted to have a conversation with her.

Bäahal kindly declined, stating that she would very much keep enjoying the garden instead but would meet her later in her own room should her sister want it. It wasn't much but they did reach an agreement and their first time alone together after so many weeks actually went well. Bäahal was quite happy with her behavior and decided to keep walking through the garden. After all, it was important for her sister to see that Bäahal cared for her still and they were still close despite this « issue » between the two of them. As she walked through the garden, she couldn't help but remember when she met the Golden Lion through gardens.

He could care less about them, never really like gardens, to begin with, but he would always make sure to take her there because gardens were her elements. She was like a rare flower, the kind you took time to nurture just so you could see it reach its full potential. They had some of the most real conversations in a garden, the kind to wreck your heart or make it soar. They had always been real, even when they didn't intend to be. She stopped before a rose and bent forward to smell it. It all started with a gaze. Amethyst eyes upon Emeralds. Jaime didn't need to say anything when they first met, she already knew he was true. He was a man who took the risk to come to hostile territory, knowing full well that he might go to certain death. He still went, and he still fought with them against the White walkers. Bäahal thought his eyes were the most beautiful pair of green eyes she'd ever seen.

They were intense, unapologetic, sometimes even stern. How many times did they try to look at each other without being caught, only for the other to notice? How many times did they share a long stare without words, how many times did she lose herself in the knight's gaze? She couldn't say but she didn't need to know how many times exactly because each and every time she felt it in her heart, the longing, the ache, the joy. Jaime wasn't by her side since she was going on a walk and they couldn't be seen in public that often. Jaime wasn't near yet he was in her heart and the memories of their constant meetings, the many times she stormed into the room he was when at Winterfell or when she finally confessed her feelings for him.

 She was truly in love with him and it pained her to be unable to share the excitement of the first love with her sister. She wanted to tell her so many stories, how things unfolded between the two of them, what she loved about Jaime and what she wished others could see but this story of Amethysts and Emeralds could only be known by very few people, and perhaps it would never be known and the simple idea made the soft smile on her lips fade and give place to a frown. It hurt, it hurt so bad but she decided to stay positive and pray to the gods that one day Dany would be willing to listen to her talk about this man she fell in love with. At least, hear their story, whether or not she agreed or would allow for it to happen. At least... hear their story.

GoT modern : A distant memory

 

GoT : Modern: A distant memory

A/N : this one is just because I am obsessed with these two. <3 Another piece just to contrast with how bad her last relationship ended.

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« You gotta be kidding me ! » -Bäahal watched at the tabloid celebrating the engagement between Elias and another Westerosi heiress.-

It felt like a slap in the face, to see him smiling in the arms of someone else. It felt like a slap in the face after what he did to her. Bäahal couldn't focus on the Charity Ball organization she was doing and requested the room to be emptied so she could have a moment for herself. They executed her order without complaint, everyone knowing from the social media and magazines they all owned what was going on. Elias and Bäahal had always been a couple followed by thousands. They were young, they were hot, they were in love with each other. They were always together wherever one or the other went and always with big smiles and loving gazes.

One would have thought they would get married after he announced their engagement. But instead, he broke it off suddenly and just left the country to return to Dornes. At this point in her Life, Bäahal had no idea that Daenerys orchestrated his departure. She still didn't know that Elias was paid to leave her and even if she knew, while part of her would have been angry towards her sister, the other would have been angrier at her « fiancé » for choosing to leave her. But at this point, she didn't know anything, only that he left her.

They always left her. Whoever she grew close to, would one day decide to disappear? The fear of being left behind and not wanted was deeply rooted in the silver head heiress for she had always known situations like these. She could barely sleep that night, let alone be able to rest because she could feel a punch in her stomach and a pang in her heart. She just had a nightmare involving Elias her ex-fiancé. Seeing his name in the tabloids, boasting about his new fiancée really cut her deep and awoke memories she thought were gone. But Elias left and he didn't give her any closure, so of course, the wounds would remain deep and bleeding-still.

She was young and even more naive. Young and reckless. This was puppy love, but to the 25 years old, those felt like a fairy tale. Elias noticed her at a charity ball, he came to her and the two started to dance all the while placing more and more money for the Charity. He found her charming, he told her he wanted to see her again. She, the « ugly duckling » of the family had someone who looked past her name and her « origin story » to focus on her. Magical, improbable! So she fell for him and she fell hard. She remembered him calling her beautiful, watching her dance, supporting her in the underground world of dancing, and showing their love everywhere he could. Oh, they were plastered everywhere, on every social media at the time and the lack of privacy became her nightmare. She remembered when he vanished someday, with just a note stating he wouldn't return to Westeros and wouldn't want to see her anymore. That she wasn't good enough for him and he didn't even love her to begin with. Those words hurt her to her core.

She remembered how in one grief-stricken act, she gathered all of his presents and threw them in the trash can she then lit on fire. Oh, how she had cried that night, thinking the most horrible things about herself, thinking she couldn't be loved because it would always end this way. She remembered how she crouched in front of the fire, arms wrapped around her legs like a child as her hopes and dreams went to flames. He simply vanished, telling her that she couldn't be loved and wasn't enough. He who just moments earlier was talking about buying a place for the two of them, living a life made of false promises. That cut too deep. Daenerys knew that Elias was causing her sister distress and would always use him as an example as to why Bäahal should have listened to her and should do so now. He got engaged, to a Westerosi, after having said he would never come back to the country. The truth was, he simply didn't want her and made sure she couldn't find him until she did.

Do you remember being young and reckless, being desperately in love, and wanting to keep in touch with the love of your life? Well, that was Bäahal up until she was able to find his phone number and call him. He was so cold, so distant over the phone, claiming that he never loved her and to never try and reach out to him again. That broke her into million pieces and the trust she had in people vanished overnight. She accepted that they would be around her because they were her sister's sycophants or they would want some sex, which she sometimes gave when she was in need of some. Bäahal partied and she partied hard, drowning her sorrow in the only thing that wouldn't betray her -Dance-. She felt free only when she was dancing and knew that nothing or no one could take that joy away from her. She swore to herself to never fall in love again because people weren't honest, not with her that was.

But she failed, and she failed hard.

Her heart was beating fast against her ribcage, forcing her to roll her eyes and try and breathe. It was over, why was she still hurting? Elias was a coward, a boy who got cold feet and who decided to abandon rather than have a mature conversation. Elias wasn't what she deserved. Yes he cared for her, yes they spent magical moments, but that was it, it was supposed to be short-lived. He found love again and perhaps she should be happy for him. As her fingers traced the magazine she then went to the list of guests for the ball and noticed that he was taking part in it. He was coming and with his fiancée as well. Her eyes grew wide and she felt her breathing becoming labored. no. There was no way she would assist at his unabashed happiness without doing shit about it. She was panicking so much that she grabbed her phone and searched the names on it. She found Jaime's and suddenly it felt as if the whole world had stopped spinning for a moment.

The panic and the stress went away as she was now feeling warmth overwhelming her body. She stopped moving for a while and put one leg on the chair she was sitting at. Her left arm wrapped around her calf while she leaned her head against the knee and held her phone with her right hand. Things had been different now, there was Jaime. She had tried to contain her emotion for him from the moment she realized that she wanted to be with him more than usual. She tried to measure things up, tried to be reasonable, but this young woman was anything but reasonable. Her eyes set upon the older man, amethysts vs Emerald's eyes on that night at the club. Ever since she keeps looking for him, seeking his company, feeling his warmth. It was the only thing that mattered to her. Jaime. The way he made her feel, his presence in her life..They never really put a name on what they were, never really tried to consider it anything else but « their time », « their secret lair », « their space ». It was theirs, whatever happened. She was his. She was his.

The thought calmed her enough to bring a smile to her face. Jaime was nothing like Elias, he knew what he wanted and he told her what he wanted -before he took it-. Jaime was not shy, nor easily scared. He was a man with a position of power in this society, a man with ambition, a man with needs. He found something in her that he couldn't find anywhere else, perhaps it was her kindness, perhaps her softness, perhaps the joy she was finally able to show between four walls. With him, she was simply Bäahal, a curious and enthusiastic young woman who wanted to bite life and spare nothing. She was eager to live, eager to discover, and eager to love someone. She gave most of it to her dogs but was more than ready to love someone again and it had chosen Jaime.

She sighed deeply, her hand ran through her silver locks as she was thinking of how to handle that night. Elias might simply ignore her, or perhaps he would want to talk to her and flaunt his happiness? no. He was too much of a coward to come and talk to her. Paparazzi would be there, licensed photographs as well and she wanted this ball to be a success. She would look her best, dashing and ravishing in a white dress with red and black accents, the colors of her Family Crest. She would make sure that the night would be forgotten by no one and when journalists would come and ask about Elias, she would be able to proudly say that she's happy he's moved on and wished him a happy life. And with this resolution, the ache in her heart disappeared. Replaced with beautiful thoughts of Jaime instead.