Klasma: "I wonder at times."

 I wonder at times what it was that caught your interest in me. Our first encounter was refreshing, although we did bicker because I was trying to white knight you and you were having none of it. Still, we saw something in each other. I know I did. I did because when your fingers brushed over my cheek, all I wanted was to have more. All I wanted was to feel you more.  

I wonder, at times, what it was that caught your interest in me.  I know we feel it, the desire to be together, the desire to make the other feel safe. The desire to feel the other. I felt it when I realized you didn't stand me up, you were held captive somewhere. I only wanted to find you and set you free. I was worried they managed to kill you -silly me- and I wanted them to feel their wrath. 

I wonder, at times, what it was that caught your interest in me. I don't want to know, to be honest. I don't want to know what made us click together. It just is. It just exists. I just feel it in the pit of my stomach, the desire to share your life, to cover you with kisses and to lay my head against your chest so I could hear your heartbeats. I know what it is that I feel, what makes me want to be with you. I know it is because I love you. 

Colby: She had the loveliest smile

She had the loveliest smile of Birmingham, but she only saved it for very few people to see.  Tommy would always suggest an idea, something to entertain the child when in reality, he wanted to see her smile. When Mary smiled, her whole face lit up and she was relaxed. There was no frown left on her forehead, no worries in her mind. Her cheeks would turn red and she would rub the tip of her nose and scrunch it up a little bit. 

When she smiled, Tommy forgot about his own issues. For a brief moment, there was only Mary and him. There was only the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, smiling because of him, smiling because she was happy to see him. She didn't smile that much, to be honest, Mary was quite difficult to read. Her face was cold, like a beautiful Greek sculpture. Her face was beautiful but inaccessible to the ones who didn't truly know her. but for him? For him, she smiled. For him, she opened up. For him, she had the loveliest smile of Birmingham. 

Klasma: Romanced.

 Neela had never been on a date. Never had the chance to get close enough to someone to allow them to take her on a date. Julius had tried, a while ago, but she never understood his intentions and treated him as just an acquaintance that could ensure her protection against wishes. At the time, she didn't understand how insidious her curse was and how quickly her odd feature (or the mark of the curse) would reveal her true nature to fellow witches. She didn't understand how instantaneously her rejection would be upon meeting new people and therefore was ill-equipped to fight on her own despite the tremendous power she held within her. Julius came to her rescue and offered her protection in exchange for her help to protect his pack.  how could she imagine that he would grow "feelings"? especially when it was not clear to him either? How could she imagine that it was more complicated than what he later claimed? It was love, but also lust -for her power, for her curse, for her "untouchable" status- and also a power trip.  He wasn't truly invested in her nor did he genuinely care for her feelings and desires. He wanted a weapon he could control, own, use... someone he would subjugate and a beauty to conquer, almost virginal which was typically his taste. She had known a man before him, one was enough to rid her of all the anxieties and clumsiness of a first time and prepare her for him; Julius Caellius the conqueror to show her the true wonders a man could make a woman feel. Did he woo her? No. Did he take her on a date? No. He did, however, force a kiss on her one night, which prompted her to slap his face, him to growl and turn into a werewolf baring his fangs and all, and her being scared of him, enough for her to leave.  It was surreal.

So she had never been courted, never been on a date, and was both nervous about her date with Klaus and excited about the idea that someone would try to woo her and earn her affection. It made her feel... desired and that feeling was so new, it almost knocked her off of her feet. She put her hand over her chest and gave a sheepish smile at her reflection. Did she believe it? Not quite. Klaus had stood her up once, albeit it wasn't his intention to do so, that pain still stung and the resulting anger still lingered somewhere in her heart. This time he would be there, well, he was there since they were in the same room getting ready for the date. He wouldn't stand her up this time. It felt.. surreal. She worked on her hair, making it into a loose curly bun that sat on top of her head. She put on some makeup, a beautiful white dress, and white sleepers. She was stunning, a true vintage beauty. Something so ethereal that anyone who would look at her would be confused about her existence. but she was there. She was excited and she was getting ready for Klaus and herself. As she neatly applied her lipstick, Nëela felt her cheeks burn harder when she smelled Klaus's perfume. He smelled good and she was tempted to glance at him but they promised not to look at each other so the reveal would be more meaningful. He smelled good and she felt safe. for the first time in centuries, she felt that nothing would happen to her as long as she stayed with Klaus. How much of this was true? probably nothing but she relished in that feeling and in how right the whole process of getting ready for a date felt.  She deserved it, after all, some attention, not for the power she had but for the person she was. She deserved it, didn't she? to be looked upon as a beautiful woman and a wonderful company. She deserved it, didn't she? to be loved for who she was? the messy, complicated, aloof but clingy and touch-depraved witch?  Didn't she? Didn't she? 

TB: His scent

Sara's flat, Friday 5 pm

Sara was folding clothes to place them in her closet. She quickly worked through her clothes and suddenly found John's grey sweatpants in the pile.  She smiled and sat on the bed next to the pile of clothes she had not folded yet. She took the sweatpants to her face and took a deep breath. It didn't smell like Homelander anymore but it didn't matter. He wore it for her. He wore it because he wanted to make her happy. He wanted to try and she thought he had managed well for a first try. A smile crept on her face and she pressed the clean item against her face. Homelander had returned to the tower, so they were unable to spend time together, much to her dismay.  His scent brought her comfort, something fierce that made her feel like she belonged and was protected. It brought something feral from deep within her, something that made her want to touch him. She wanted to bite his ear, to wrap her arms around his waist, to rub his chest and discover his body and every little crease and curve of his. She missed his scent, but the sweatpants were enough to make her think about him. 

She was missing him and felt her heartbeat go faster. It made her blush and she bit her bottom lip. She had him under her skin, through and through. She couldn't even deny it by now. She wanted to see him again, perhaps take him out for lunch or call him when she was in her dance rehearsal. She wanted him to fly to her concert venue and steal a kiss before a show. She wanted to live a true romance, something she never had in the past given her poor choice of partners. She wanted to be loved, doted upon, and adored by her partner and Homelander did just that. He made her feel safe, beautiful and wanted. He made her feel seen. She kissed the sweatpants and then put them back on her lap. A loving sigh escaped her lips and she yanked her head back, to focus on the ceiling. She was in love with John but decided to give it time. She wanted to give them time to get comfortable with each other and create a safe environment for their relationship to blossom. "Aaawww... I miss my baby." And she missed him indeed. 

TB: "I love you"

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

Colby: loving a shelby

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

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

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

TB: the modern day Bonnie and Clyde.

Sara and Homelander are the modern-day Bonnie and Clyde. A co-dependent yet genuine relationship between the two of them. Sara (like Homie) had a very bad past and traumas that shaped her into the self-serving (yet kind) woman she is today.  She craves affection and connections and would do anything for Homelander and her fans who do give her love in their own way.

A vintage's touch: Confession of love

 "I used to think I would never heal from my wounds, that, they would keep bleeding until the day I die. I used to think that I was damaged goods and that God hated me. I grew up hating myself and embracing pain. I got married way too young I should to a man who didn’t love me. I lost a child and that is, to this day, the biggest pain I have ever felt. I didn’t believe I deserved a second chance until I met you, Tom. You gave me friends. You gave me a family! I was welcomed for the first time in my life. I laughed with you. I cheered you on. I cried for you and I was myself. 

Isn’t it funny, Tommy? Isn’t it funny that when we least expect it, life comes back and gives us a second chance? Charlie is a treasure. I healed thanks to him. He made me a mother for the second time and I love this child more than my own life. He is my son, here on Earth and I will take care of him until I’m gone. He made a mother again and healed the wound left by the death of my little Paul. Your family, the Shelbys, they made me feel like I was a part of it. I was a Shelby. I had a family of my own. I haven’t hated anymore, you... you gave it to me. A second family. People who loved me. Oh…

And you? With you, I was a woman again. I am… am a woman again. I desire you, I nurture you, I care for you. With you, I can be Mary the nurse, Mary the lover, Mary the friend, and Mary the wife. I opened up my heart again and I welcomed you here.” * wiping her tears* “I lived in denial for so long because I was afraid that it was all in my head. I was afraid that you were using me for Charlie and for keeping you company. I was afraid you were like my first husband but I was trying to protect my heart from breaking. The truth is…. The truth is I am in love with you, desperately so. You are my home, Tommy. You are my life! You are everything to me. And it hurts me to see you suffer in silence and hide it from me. It hurts me that you are hurting and I can’t help you. I want to care for you. I want to love you. I want to be there for you. And I will do my best to make it happen because you healed my heart and you put love inside.”

GoT: (regular): The Sun

 GoT: (regular): The Sun 

// The Sun and the Moon. This time it's just the Sun version. (Bäahal). I love these two darlings so so much. they always make me very emotional. I love you, N. 

The princess was the Sun. She was his sun. Jaime didn't tell her how he truly felt for her because he knew that if he did, then he wouldn't be able to be separated from her. Bäahal came to him when he wasn't prepared for her. He was fond of her and cared for her life amid a war between their two houses. They should have remained enemies, but her stubbornness made it impossible for them to be. Bäahal was his sun. She traveled all of Westeros to find him, concerned for his safety and survival. She wanted to help him get back on his feet and become the man she knew he was. The man she saw in him. Bäahal didn't see him as the Kingslayer, a traitor, and a liar. She saw him as Jaime. She saw him as a man who sacrificed everything for love. The love he had for the people and the love he had for his family. 

Was he stupid? At times, he was led by his emotions and sometimes they got the best of him but she never saw this as a fatal flaw. She didn't cast him away because of what he did, no matter how abhorrent that was. She understood. She didn't excuse him, but she understood.  The princess was the Sun. She found him when all he wanted to do was die after his twin sister Cersei was killed by Daenerys. He had lost everything, but she didn't give up on him. She never did. She brought him joy, light, and warmth. She made him see that there was still life after the disaster. She made him realize that he hadn't given his all and he still had plenty to live, a second chance...a chance she was ready to fight for. She fought for him. She was in love with him. She was his Sun. 

-TBC-

Doya: Personnal vows

Doya: Personal vows 

// Just thinking about a potential future. Those are Oya's vows. The first and only time she would be able to speak her heart. 

xxx

"I'm not great with words. You know it. I know it. we don't believe in words because they have deceived us for so long. Yet, I feel that this is the moment where I can tell you everything I have in my head. It's a moment I've always dreamed about but never allowed myself to. I uh... The Oya you met was hellbent on finding the Asambosam who killed my family. She was ready to die in her quest for revenge. The Oya you met was lonely and desperate. I have a soft spot for her because she was unable to see the truth. She was unable to think of herself as being loveable or being able to have a family. The Oya you met was hurt and she needed a place to heal. You were this place for her. You nursed her back to health. You saved her from her recklessness. You protected her and helped her find a reason to stay. 

I'm not great with words, but I'm trying. The Oya I am today is different, Dean. She's comfortable in the life she built with you. She has a family with Castiel and Sam. She has a home with the Bunker. She has a home in you. We've been through so much over the years. We've been tried, we've been tested, we've almost lost everything and we've almost lost each other but we didn't. We always fought everything together. We've always faced anything together. That's what made me realize that I had all I wanted in my life. I had it with you. I found my home in you. You loved me, with my habits of buying you ugly aprons when I work a case alone. You loved me, despite the nightmares I suffer from at night. You loved me, with my scars, my fears, and all the shameful things that happened to me or that I've done. You loved me, without any question, any doubt, or any condition. You loved me, Dean. And I love you. 

I love you. I love when you have that little crease on your forehead as you're thinking about a plan. I love when you're focused on a case and when I watch you fight. I love when we're just the two of us, in our room and I get to hold you in silence. your heart is filled with love. It's filled with hope. It's filled with determination. You have a heart of gold and I just couldn't resist it. I never stood a chance. Ahah...Today, all I can think of is just how happy you make me. I thought my heart was barren, and that happiness and joy could never grow but I was wrong! We were both hurt by life and fate. We were both hurt and yet, we managed to build something great. We managed to build a life for ourselves. I want to share mine with yours, I want to share it until my last breath. I want to be yours, Dean. I am yours already, but I want the world to know that I am yours. So... I'm taking you here, as my soulmate and I will make sure that we stay happy, the way we are already."

Klasma: "Longing"

Klasma: "Longing"

// Just because I was thinking of her. listening to "praying for time" - Georges Michaels

She twirled her pink locks, her golden eyes were staring at the ceiling and her other hand was on her belly. How strange for the witch to be thinking of someone else than Elijah. She had never thought that meeting with the Hybrid could have such an impact on her life. It was never supposed to become such a strong bond, yet it only took a couple weeks for the witch to fall for him. What she mistook for carnal desire was in fact a deep connection happening in real-time. What were the odds of her meeting with the only person in the whole world who could understand her ordeal? What were they? She couldn't tell but she was certain they were pretty low.  He went on his mission, to take care of enemies she knew nothing about. He left Mystic Falls and she had not heard from him for a couple weeks now. 

The witch should have been able to focus on her work. on anything, really. She should have been able to go back to how things were, but in reality, she was unable to do so. How could she? How could she when all her heart wanted was to be next to Klaus? She wanted to talk to him and spend days and nights sharing their thoughts on the world and their discoveries. They both were immortals who have experienced centuries of cultural evolution. How fascinating it was for her to talk about painting, which Klaus was excellent at, and sing songs for him, which was a skill she honed over centuries. Her body wanted to touch him, her hands wanted to draw arabesques on his chest. Her lips wanted to taste his skin and feel the softness of his kisses. Mary wanted to hear him say her name, with the very domineering tone of his, confident, playful at times. Her neck was aching for his fangs, for she wanted him to drink from her. 

How could one miss someone that much? Had she not been a witch, someone could have said that she had been bewitched by the Hybrid, but she knew better. She knew that it was her heart that was screaming for him.  It wasn't the first time that the woman had fancied someone, but it was the first time that the bond was deep. She didn't need anything from Klaus: no need for protection, no need for power, no need for immortality because she had all of this. She wanted companionship, certainly something neither he nor she had anticipated they would get from the other. She furrowed her brows, still twirling her locks while her eyes were locked on the ceiling. Feelings were dangerous, in a way, she became very vulnerable. If she wasn't careful, Klaus could play with those emotions. She furrowed her brows and sat on the bed, her eyes were bright, and the walls were shaking. She refused to be treated like a fool, especially because unlike the time with Elijah, this time, Mary felt something for Klaus. She genuinely fell for him and chose to embrace those feelings.  Could it be that all of this was just a way for her heart to tell Mary that she was missing the hybrid? Most certainly so. She was yearning for him. She wanted him. She needed him.

-TBC-

GoT: A promise to our sisters

(GoT): A promise to our sisters

// I love them so much... pfft, the yearning. <3

xxxxx

"My beloved. I know we have promised our sisters to behave and be patient. I know we have promised to wait until my sister gives me her blessings but it is challenging. I want to protect you from her wrath. I want to protect you from everything that could harm you but I know I can't control everything. We had seven days at sea, days just you and me. For once in my life, I felt that I could have something for myself. I could have someone who loved me, someone who wanted me to be happy. for seven days, I was just Bäahal, not the princess of the seven kingdoms. I have to be strong, because I yearn for you, Jaime. I have to be strong because you would never forgive yourself if you crossed the line. I have to be the one to protect you from yourself, so I would not give into my desires. I would not give in to my needs. I would do it because I love you and want you to do something you can be proud of. I will watch after you, Jaime. I can promise you that. I will watch after you and I will make sure that we keep our promise to our sisters and wait until we can truly be together."

-TBC-

Klasma: a weird comfort

Klasma: a weird comfort 

// I just wanted to explore how and why she feels comfortable and tormented about Klaus.

xxxxxx

"You're doing it again!"  

"You're choosing our enemies over your sisters!" 

"Traitor!"

"WHORE!"

"TRAITOR!!"

Mary couldn't sleep. The voices at the back of her head were way too loud for her to be able to rest that night. She sat on the bed, and her heavy curls fell on her shoulder blades. Her lips were trembling and her body was shaking. Pain awoke as anxiety and anger mixed together clung to her guts. Both hands held onto her ankles as her golden eyes, almost white for they were brighter than ever, stared at the wall in front of her. She screamed and ran her fingers through her hair, holding fists of luscious curls into her hands to prevent her from sobbing loudly. A failure. Tears were strolling down her cheeks. She couldn't do otherwise but express her anguish through screams, tears, and her powers breaking her furniture. The more she was upset, the worse her pain got so she tried to self-soothe and think about something more pleasant. Come-on!. come-on... what could you think about, Mary? Oh... yes... Klaus' warm body against hers. She imagined his arms wrapped around her shoulders. The sensation of safety slowly calmed her down and her breathing slowed down. The witch put her hands on her chest, still feeling how fast her heartbeats were but at least, the pain was subsiding a little bit. 

It was a situation she didn't understand. For centuries she tried to get her revenge on Klaus for slaughtering her family. She wanted to kill him and had thought of the many ways she could end his life. Anger suffocated her, the feeling of being unjustly punished for an act of kindness was rotting her soul like poison. Because of him, because of him, she lost everything! Because of Klaus, she met Elijah. Because of Klaus, she helped Elijah and ended up being cursed by her coven. Her supreme sacrifice of innocent lives ensures Mary's immortality. She sacrificed those innocent people's lives so she could curse Mary to eternity without love, without the sensation of belonging, and without companionship. She should have hated him. She did. She did but she gave up on it because she couldn't be miserable. Hatred led to nothing but misery. Hatred led to nothing but pain and after centuries spent losing people she tried to help and watching them die naturally took a toll on her. So she chose to do otherwise. 

She understood him instead. She understood why he was the creature he was. She understood his pain, his loneliness, and his longing for companionship. She understood that he wasn't in full control of himself. How could it be different when he was the first hybrid this world had ever known? He was something that shouldn't have been and left a trail of death and desolation while trying to figure himself out. He didn't even remember when he slaughtered her family or the people of that town. He didn't remember seeing her. Everything was a fog for such a long time that holding grudges against him would be dishonest. It was destructive. It was useless...So Mary decided to do things differently, to find a new path. She would try to help him and keep on helping others so her curse would not be in vain. She could turn it around, and make it something positive, in a way, she wanted to be there to help others. She didn't plan to fall in love with him. She didn't plan any of this but it happened and she felt guilt at the beginning. 

Could she fall in love with the creature that destroyed her life? Technically, did he? If she was being honest with herself, he had killed her loved ones. That was all he did. Elijah was the one who talked her into saving his family and made her a traitor to her own kind. She fell for him and she fell hard. She fell so hard that she felt his absence even harder than she expected to feel. She was missing him. She was missing their connection. She bonded with him in ways she never thought she could, far better than she ever connected to her coven. Klaus understood her. Klaus felt her. Klaus knew her. Yet the voices at the back of her head kept coming back, threatening her, menacing her, spitting at her because she still managed to betray them with the very creature they fought against. Could she still be called a witch? A witch without a coven? A witch in love with the hybrid? A cursed witch. A witch in love. 

-TBC-

A vintage's touch: Of horses and men -COLBY-

A vintage's touch: Of horses and men -COLBY-

 // Just because I think it's a sweet sentiment and I want to explore it a bit more. 

xxxxx

Uncle Charlie encouraged Mary as she took care of the Black Stallion in his junkyard. It had been used to seeing Mary for weeks now and didn't have an issue with her being around it. She took care of the animal, guided and mentored by Uncle Charlie while they spoke of those gentle beasts, the Shelby Family, and the Peaky Blinders. The older man enjoyed spending time with this sweet soul, mostly because Mary entertained him with songs she freely sang, or stories about Charlie and Tommy. He enjoyed those moments because she was kind to Curly and to the horses. She grew to love those animals and care for them properly, always asking for reminders should she forget something -which never happened- so they could be involved more with her. Curly loved the "Nightingale" as he called Mary, because she always made sure to come with something to share with them, a meal, a story, her voice.  Uncle Charlie loved to see her treat the animals with patience, compassion, and gentleness. He loved to see that she was doing it for Tommy. How could Tommy not notice her sooner? He had no clues, Tommy worked in mysterious ways sometimes, but at least he had Mary by his sides, at his house and caring for the family. 

Mary was genuinely enthused by the prospect of spending her time with Uncle Charlie, mostly because she could learn more about who Tommy was before. Obviously, Uncle Charlie didn't know everything about the man, but he knew how Tommy acted around horses. Everyone knew how Tommy acted around horses. He loved them and Mary suspected that it had something to do with them being kindred spirits. Horses and Tommy shared a lot in common, come to think of it. She admitted to Uncle Charlie that she sometimes called Tommy the black stallion because he reminded her of those noble animals. He was a free man who couldn't be contained. He was a man who couldn't be controlled, let alone fully understood. He was passionate and like a stallion galloping through the flowery prairie, his passion couldn't be stopped. Like a Black Stallion, Tommy was sensitive. He was caring in a way that was only his. Like a stallion he needed compassion, love and attention as well as the freedom to just be. Uncle Charlie was moved and even more eager to help her learn how to take care of the horses. 

He watched as she slowly climbed onto the horse and started to trot it. Until then, she had not been able to handle a galloping horse yet, but she wanted to make sure to master it before she offered to go on a ride with the Shelby.  The idea was lovely and Uncle Charlie couldn't stop smiling at the thought of the face of his nephew upon seeing Mary come over on a horse or handle a galloping one. The first couple of times she tried to ride that black stallion, she fell off of the horse. She scratched her knees, her hands but always came back up onto his back.  Mary didn't want to give up on trying and had an objective in mind. she wanted to share a hobit with the man she loved. She wanted him to allow his mind to feel better, lighter, better. She wanted to share a moment away from trouble, away from stress, fear, or even death. He loved horses and they loved him, so what better than spend time with both the horses and her? She was motivated by his smile and the joy he'd have to go on a ride with her and picnic somewhere in the garden.  Uncle Charlie watched as Mary struggled with the animal, nearly falling off of its back again but she held onto the leather reins and stabilized herself. 

Uncle Charlie watched and whistled and shouted his joy at the sight of Mary succeeding in riding the horse. She was now a true rider and her joy was contagious. She let her joy explode and lost control of her horse at some point. She didn't notice that the horse was going wild and it went so fast that she ended up falling off of it. The nurse let out a cry as she scratched her hands and uncle Charlie ran to her and helped her stand back up. She looked at him, both a little bit hurt but also very happy because she managed to ride the horse. It was progressing and he knew that in a matter of time, she would be able to ride that horse perfectly and spend some quality time with his nephew. She laughed and gently wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled the older man into a hug. She was closer to her goal and her smile warmed up the dried heart of the older man. Tommy got himself a good woman, a woman who loved him, she loved him enough to learn how to ride and take care of horses for him.  A good woman. A rare woman. 

-TBC- 

A vintage touch: "One hot night."

 // A little something with the two of them sleeping next to each other.  

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Arrow House, 1 AM:

Mary couldn't sleep. The night was one of the hottest they had known and despite their attempts at keeping the room fresh, Mary could feel her brown curl stick to her face, the sweat that made her nightgown cling to her curvaceous frame. Her green eyes were looking at the ceiling when she heard a slight shift on the bed. Tommy wasn't sleeping either, so she turned around, and laid on her sides while his cerulean eyes set upon her beautiful face.? He looked at the beauty spot above her upper lip and looked at her plump lips. Suddenly, all Tommy wanted to do was to kiss her, so he cupped her cheek. She gave him a soft smile and shifted on the bed, closing the distance between the two of them.  His big blue eyes stared at her intently, as if he wanted to see her soul and read all the secrets that were hidden there. He wanted to know how she was feeling if she was happy if he was doing things the right way. He didn't know she went to visit Johnny Dogs and Curly and she hoped that he wouldn't know the truth until she was ready.

She leaned into his touch, a smile gently graced her features, and she kept her eyes on him. She didn't mind the heat, not when she could stare into Tommy's eyes and feel safe. They were used to not finding sleep from time to time so it didn't bother them to be awake and look at each other in silence. The silence was comfortable. She couldn't hold back a warm smile and gently brought her hand to the back of his hand. She had been trying to surprise The Shelby by learning everything she could about horses. She loved animals and she picked up Tommy's love for horses. He was either riding a horse, either taking care of the horses back in the mansion's stables, or...He was still in contact with May Carleton, the beautiful horse trainer he met a while ago. Mary had never been around horses before and she wanted to properly know how to care for them but never had the opportunity to do so until a couple weeks ago. 

"Hey..." -She cooed to him.-

"Hey..." -He crooned- "The heat is properly killing me." -He joked a little before he leaned forward so their noses could brush against one another-

"The heat is killing me too.." -She whispered before she rubbed her nose to his- "Yet, you're still very close to me. Despite the heat."

"Despite the heat..." -He crooned, his thumb gently stroking the cheek of the young woman. She was beautiful, in the dim light of the bedroom. He couldn't tear his eyes off of her face, taking in the curves of her plump lips, the lovely beauty spot on top of her left eyebrow. He loved the way she was looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world-

Johnny dogs visited Arrow's house to see Tommy and Mary asked him to teach her about horses. She wanted to know all there was to know about them so she could take better care of the horses of Arrow House but also go on rides with Charlie instead of waiting for Tommy to be available. He questioned her because he could feel that she wasn't being fully honest with him and the young woman ended up admitting that she wanted to know how to ride horses so she could also go on rides with Tommy. She wanted to share something in common with Tommy, something that could help her connect better with Tommy. Horses calmed him and she wanted to be able to calm him in moments of need. Johnny was moved by her request and asked her to meet with him twice a week. He would take her to Charlie Strong so she would learn how to mount and proper care of a horse and he would teach her on her way there the fundamentals. 

It was taking its time, but she knew how to ride by now. She learned how to feed them and was now learning how to groom the horses. She wanted to be perfect, to have the knowledge needed to be a good companion for Tommy. She wanted to see the smile on his lips when she would suggest they'd go for a ride. Her heart started to beat faster, to the point that he could notice the change in her breathing. His eyes narrowed and he lifted a brow, questioning her in silence about the sudden change. She pressed her forehead against his and whispered. 

"I'm okay. Don't worry." -She gently cupped his cheek with one hand and she stroked his cheek.- "It is just a very hot night." -He pushed one of her heavy curls off of her face and smiled at her. She was telling the truth, which reassured him.- "Is it wrong that I want to kiss you right now?"

"Why don't you try and find out, eh?" -He crooned and cupped the back of her neck to keep her in place. She pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss, purring in between their lips as she gave him a tender kiss.-

He returned it in kind, not knowing her little plan or anticipating the way her little gesture would touch him. Mary was nurturing, She cared for Tommy in a way that he had never been cared for. She wanted him to feel loved, to know that there would be someone who would have his back no matter what. Little did she know that while she was planning something cute for the two of them, there had been people who didn't have their best interest in mind. Michael was one of them, but her mother -whom she wanted nothing to do with- was also fomenting plans to ruin her daughter's life and make her leave the UK. They were unaware and happy in their little bubble and that was all that mattered.

-TBC-

Klasma: She asked him out.

Klasma: She asked him out.

 // Just taking right where we're at story-wise. Mary asked Klaus out for a dinner date and this is what happened hours before he comes to pick her up at her shop.

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Mary could feel her cheeks burn, burn because she still could not believe that she managed to ask Klaus out. It wasn't really old-fashioned of her, but she didn't really mind because it was what she wanted. She had wanted to spend more time with the hybrid, and get to know him, and the best way to do it was to go for dinner. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and arranged her curls. She was wearing a lovely white lace dress that complimented her frame and enhanced her beauty. her hair was tied in a high bun and only a few rebellious strands teased the back of her neck and a few on her cheeks. She twirled a curl around her finger and felt her cheek burn harder. How could it be? How could a witch like her find a connection to the Hybrid? How could she find solace in the very person who had destroyed her life? Did he really destroy her life? In a way, he did, yes! He did when he went on a rampage centuries ago and slaughtered her coven and family. He wasn't in control of his actions, and he had become a much better person over time. The Klaus she met today wasn't the Klaus she used to know. Besides, Elijah did help her. He spent time - oh so little time- with her but he still kept her company and he managed to return her favors as well. 

The people who ruined her life were her sisters. Her coven. They were the ones who judged her and thought she had committed a sin. She helped Vampires, the witches' sworn enemies by saving Kol Mikaelson's life. She helped vampires survive while she should have let them die and for this peculiar sin, she was punished with an eternal life, weaknesses of both Vampires and Werewolves, so she wouldn't be accepted by either of them. She was supposed to be on her own, unhappy, and lonely. She was supposed to live a miserable life, wondering why she decided to help the vampires who slaughtered her own people. It boggled her mind, to think that they would consider her act of kindness as something to be ashamed of. Witches were supposed to be close to Mother Nature, forces of good, and she should have been praised for her kindness rather than hated and cursed. All of this, the solitude, the pain, the tears she had shed all those years would soon become a bad memory she would erase with that date. 

A date. It was a date. It was a proper date she asked him out for. She remembered the face he made upon hearing her ask him out. He had not seen her coming with her request, and the little question about his diet also made him chuckle. He was cute, come to think of it, Klaus was cute in the warm embrace of her arms. He was cute when he smiled, cute when he chuckled, and probably even cuter when he asked her not to take him to the Mystic grills. She couldn't blame him, he had a taste and nobody in their right mind would actually want to take their date to that place. She couldn't wait for him to stop by her shop and take her out. She wanted to give him butterflies in the stomach upon seeing her. She smiled again, and her heart started to beat faster against her ribcage. She knew that what lay ahead might not be pretty, after all, they both were hunted down and she didn't want him to deal with her own drama, but on the other hand, she wanted to see him again.  She wanted a life with him but she knew that there was nothing like an easy life with Klaus fucking Mikaelson. And here he was, already pulling up at her shop, ready to take her out.

-TBC-

Colby A nightingale in a wolf's den

 // Lizzie absolutely hates Mary. On top of it all, there are a couple issues that could arise from having Mary get closer to Tommy. 

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Lizzie pinched the bridge of her nose and fetched herself a glass of whisky. She was seething with rage and despair, especially when she was on her own. She brought the glass to her lips and quickly drank her whisky, coughing a little in the process because she went too fast. How did it happen? How did this nobody become close to the Shelby family and the Peaky Blinders? How? when? She had not seen it happen, perhaps because she counted on Tommy's volatile desires and impulsive need for company and sex. Perhaps, she hoped that with Grace's death, he could finally look around him and notice her. The brave Lizzie, the Loyal Lizzie... The only woman who truly knew him, with his flaws and his qualities. She knew the man and he was able to find in her, the comfort he needed. It should have been him.

Lizzie fetched herself another glass of whisky, cursing Mary under her breath for the changes she'd noticed. The woman was beautiful, far more beautiful than Lizzie would ever be. she was kind. she was sweet and on top of it all, she was funny. She had something tragic about her, a broken bird like all of them had been, and yet, her nurturing nature triumphed over the shitty life she was leading. How could Lizzie beat her? How could she make it obvious that Mary wasn't meant for Tommy? She was too good for the gangster, too much of a "good wife material" for her to actually become more involved in the family's true business. She would never want the gangster-like Lizzie did. Oh, if only she could slap the beauty off of Mary's face! If only she could make her leave. 

So Lizzie came up with a plan. She would tell the truth to Mary: Tommy didn't care about Mary. She made sure that he didn't know Mary's birthday so he wouldn't remember when that was and she would take it personally and leave. She would have a conversation with Mary and let her know she meant nothing to the Elder of the Shelby family. It nearly worked and Mary would have left..should have left! But she didn't. Lizzie lit up a cigarette and started to smoke. Her hands shook, both, as she was trying to relish in the moments' Mary's face, was decomposing. Mary might have had a poker face, a cold face that only became fully expressive whenever Charles or Tommy was around, Lizzie could still hear the sound of her broken heart. Mary was in love with Tommy. It was so painfully obvious that Lizzie quickly realized she had a rival in Mary and had to act quickly to ensure that Tommy wouldn't get closer to her. 

That brought a smile to her face, watching as Mary's chest was heaving up and down at a rapid pace and she was looking at her with eyes wide open. It hurt, like knives stabbing her heart upon hearing just how little she meant for the Peaky Blinders and Tommy. She couldn't measure up to Grace's memory. She couldn't become a Shelby. She couldn't dream about being important to Tommy. He was a complicated, closed-off, lonely man who only opened up to one woman and one woman only, after WWI. Even Lizzie who was close to him, still had no access to his mind, so why would Mary, a newcomer, could? Yet, she heard that Mary was still there, in Tommy's house and she heard what Mary said to Polly, during one of her visits.

The conversation went as such. Polly asked her "What do you think when you look at Tommy?" -To which Mary replied- "Poll...Polly. you know damn well what I am thinking when I look at Tommy.  You know how hard my heart beats when I set my eyes on him. You know I have studied his face enough to know how he feels without having him spell it out to me. I know every little crease, every little smirk, every eye twitch...Polly... when I look at him, I wish he was my first husband. I wish he was the man I gave everything to, but I can't. we can't go back in time, Polly.  Aaah...Tommy fucking Shelby stole my heart, that's what I am thinking about when I look at him. I can't imagine living without him. I can't imagine another man in my heart but him. What does that make me, Polly? I don't know. I don't know what that feeling is, but I know that I would give everything for him. But...I am not going to accept everything. I'm not going to let him stick his dick everywhere and consider me as nothing but a prop, or a hole to fill. I am more than just a girl to fuck you know? I refuse to be just a girl he can fuck when wants. I might not have the name, I might not have a family, and I am not a Shelby but I damn right can go head to head with one. uh... what do I think when I look at him? I think about running my fingers through his hair, while he reads the newspapers. I want to sing lullabies to him so he could sleep well at night. I want to protect him from his nightmares at night. Do you think I am losing myself to him? come on, Polls. you know that he also gives me something. I feel seen... protected... cared for. I mean something to him, whether he wants to admit it or not. I mean something. he makes me feel that I am part of this family and he makes me feel like a woman. I don't have much in this life, but he is my everything and I am going to make him feel like it!"

And that was enough to send her tripping. That was enough to make her drink another glass of whisky. She hoped that she caused enough ruckus to make him change his mind, and have him reconsider having Mary with him. Perhaps since she was a good person, she wouldn't be able to live the type of life Tommy was living. Perhaps she was a liability and Lizzie would work on this to try and persuade Tommy to kick Mary out "for her own protection".  Still... there was a good chance that it backfired and Lizzie had no idea of how bad it would backfire on her. 

-TBC-

 

Witchy Hour: courted

 

Witchy Hour: courted

// I just wanted something cute between the two of them. 

Courted. Somehow, she could say that she was courting Klaus. Well, in true old-fashion, he would be the one to court her. She simply chose to shake things up with him, especially since she was the type to act on her feelings and desires. Mary was excited, she made arrangements and booked a table outside of Mystic Falls. They agreed he would be the one driving them to the restaurant but she would take care of everything else. Courting Klaus... It sounded like something extraordinary, and in a way it was. She took him on a date and she wanted to plan things accordingly so he could experience a good time.  it gave her butterflies in her belly and she wanted to treat him well. She couldn't keep herself from smiling to herself throughout the day. 

Her smile was noticed by Elena Gilbert, who, in good Elena, fashion liked to ask questions she noticed the change of mood and wanted to know the reasons that had the witch, smile. She grinned but didn't answer. How could she tell Elena the truth about Klaus? She didn't answer but shrugged and shook her head as she did not want to answer. however, that smile followed her until sunset, and she ended up thinking about an answer to the question she was asked: "Who made you smile and how do you think when you look at him?" the answer came naturally to her, and while sitting on her bed, she asked it out loud.

"When I look at Klaus, what I see is...what I think of when I look at him is how uncertain I am when it comes to him.  I hate not knowing. I hate not being able to plan things out. I hate surprises, yet he surprised me. I didn't expect to fall for him. it's a certainty, a fucking certainty and I am trying really hard to sort things out. He came into my life like a fucking wrecking ball and I love him for this. for shaking things up. for changing my life. I love him for this... for not being like the others. for being himself. I am studying his features. I am noticing the little crease on his forehead when he's not happy. the way his face turns into vampire mode when he's starting to get irritated. his tenderness when we're together in bed. his soft voice when he's serenading me. I can see it all, the desire to get close to me and the fear of ruining everything and breaking me. my heart that is. oh, he will break my heart and I presume that I will break his. A witch and the Hybrid, what was I thinking falling in love with him like that?  When I look at him, I think about his fangs sinking into the flesh of my neck. of him drinking my blood and turning me on. of us having sex... and maybe fucking if the mood is a little more hardcore. I am comfortable with him. He is my kin after all. we understand each other. we do fucking understand each other.  I think about him calling me, "Love". it's the first time someone is so kind towards me, calling me pet names. I think about... I think about protecting him from the witches that are hunting me down. I can't... I can't have him hurt because of me. I can't....so I think about it. and I think about when we will part ways...and just how badly I don't want us to part ways...I won't handle it very well, I think. not when I am so used to touching him, talking to him, loving him. Oh, fuck!!"

She said it. She fell in love with Klaus. and it wasn't just a matter of sex and conversation. it was a nice connection they had and she knew that it could go either way...Maybe she would realize that it wasn't true love or it wasn't that deep. Maybe she would see that he was her promised lover and they were genuinely in love... well, she was genuinely in love with him. The truth of it was that he had nothing to do with Elijah and the love she thought she had for the eldest Mikaelson wasn't actually love. it was despair. it was solitude. it was a need for connection so intense that she mistook it for Love. With Klaus, there was something different. there was something deep. a true connection and maybe that was something she was wishing could happen. she was excited and nothing that night could have turned her smile upside down. 

-TBC-

Jb (modern): What

 « Would it be crazy to want to elope to a desert island and build a life together there? I have so many ideas… so many desires. But if I take a minute to think, I realize that plenty of these can’t happen. Yet! I found something amazing with you, Jaime. I found a home in you. Somewhere I can feel safe. Somewhere where I am wanted. I love spending time at the secret lair and I think that I am getting used to sleeping with someone. Would it be crazy to elope and just be happy together? I daydream about it. I know it's ridiculous because we shouldn't escape. we should instead face whatever comes our way. My older brother died because he tried to run away with Lyanna Stark, so I should not be repeating his mistakes. I should...I should be free to love whoever I want to. I should be free to love you. 

I haven't said the words to you. perhaps, you think that I am not serious and I just want to have fun. I can promise you that I am serious. If I wasn't, I would have collected boyfriends like dust, but I didn't. If I wasn't serious, I wouldn't be visiting you or lamenting about not being able to be seen with you in public. Do you think I would bother to hide if I didn't want to protect you? Do you think I would want to protect you if I didn't love you? it's so foolishly easy to explain why you are the first person I call when another guy hurts me. It's so easy to explain why I always show up at your door when uninvited. it's because I want to see you. I want to be with you.  I... I... it's not as complicated as it seems, yeah? I am in love with you, Mister Jaime Lannister. 

It dawned on me at Christmas. I was upset that you were upset. I wanted you to know that I had been faithful. I wanted you to know that I would never entertain the idea of seeing someone else. Heck! Eleonor Bigsby almost had a bloody argument with me because she called you old and nasty... What is Love, if not the strong desire to make you happy? what is Love, if not the warmth and satisfaction I feel when I lay next to you? what is love, If not the desire to take you to my favorite places, make you have a good time? What is Love, if not the strength to face the odds against us? What is it, if not accept to remain in the shadows to protect you, because you requested it? 

I don't know how you feel about me. I don't know what you want from me and perhaps that could explain why I am not screaming at you that I want a life with you. I don't want to ruin the peaceful time we have together. I don't want to...I am selfish, I know. I will tell you when it's right. I don't care that you are older than me, or that you've probably had a child in the past, or whatever skeleton in your closet -except for murder. please, let me not discover you've killed someone!- perhaps I'm just trying to protect my heart a little more. After all, I already had someone claim they love me, only to learn they never did and that shit hurts. it hurts... it hurts so much that it's holding me back from telling you how I truly feel about you. Maybe...Maybe I should. we'll see. "

 

Klasma: I want to tell you a secret

 "I want to tell you a secret, Klaus. Well is it a secret when you can read into me like I am an open book? I guess there is still something that you need to hear. Here you are, staring at the ceiling, your chest heaving up and down at a steady pace. I feel the urge to let my hand run over your chest, stroking your skin to make you feel good and perhaps soothe me too. You're here, you're real and you're under my fingers. I watch as you seem at peace or maybe you are satisfied. it's been a while, forgive me if I can't really decipher what you're truly thinking. I want to tell you a secret but my lips are closed off. I can't let the words escape my lips. I want to tell you about the witches that are hunting me, about the joy I feel when I am truly unleashed when I can kill those who seek to kill me. Is it bloodlust? perhaps... It is liberating because I don't have to hold back. I don't have to pretend. I don't have to hide. I let go of my feelings, the ones that hurt the most because of the curse. I want to tell you I understand. I understand. 

I want to tell you that I enjoyed our encounter.  I memorized every crease and corner of your body. I memorized your face, your smiles, your golden eyes when you turn. I learned to appreciate your uncanny beauty. It was more to me than just flesh bumping against flesh. it was more than sex. I felt connected to someone which I haven't felt for centuries. I felt at the right place, with the right person. I felt alive! Yes, you fucked me good, that's an understatement! but aside from the pleasure, you gave me. Aside from the joy we both felt, there was something else. We're both kindred sports, aren't we? Both cursed, both lonely, both sensitive... I felt your loneliness when you were deep inside of me. I felt the desire to be close to someone. I felt it too. I desperately need to be close to people, to be trusted, and to trust. I saw mischief in your eyes, relief perhaps... I felt your warmth and your candor. You were genuine with me. You were...I felt...  

The real secret here is that I know you will leave and it scares me. I know you will forget about me. You are the Original after all, Elijah's brother. If my memory is any good as it was before, Elijah and your whole family have a habit of leaving, running away, hiding... scheming, and fighting. You will be gone and you will leave me behind. For you, I might just have been this new little experiment, this little witch whose powers could be useful. For me, you were more than just another Tuesday. You were a promise, you were someone I wanted to see again, and again... and again. You were a friend and you will be the one to break my heart, because as stupid as it sounds, I grew attached to my Hybrid but I can't ever tell him so. "