The day of the Jackal - Final part 10

Alex arranged his bowtie and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He noticed the creases on his face, the mark of the years passing by.  He then put both hands on the sink and ground his teeth. The last couple of months have exhausted them both. Since the death of Dylan Atwater, they left the country and sought refuge in France.  Diane was highly functioning, but she was plagued with nightmares at night, nightmares that he knew came from all of Diane's buried emotions and memories of that dreadful day. She couldn't speak about it for two months, because it always brought her to the verge of breaking down. So he didn't insist and would rather focus on things he knew she would enjoy. He would focus on her for these two months, making every day a beautiful one so Diane could heal and move on. He also took that time off to heal his own wounds and reflect on what happened. 

He kept his promise to Diane. He killed the man who hurt her, but he also witnessed her come to his rescue, fight tooth and nail against that man, and overcome her own trauma and fears. He watched her that night, stronger than ever, focused on her task at hand, and successful in saving the lives of the whole family. He saw her paralyzed as well, unable to make a move upon seeing her rapist and torturer. It was messy. Come to think of it, Alex didn't remember when a fight had been so difficult, nor did he remember being so badly injured that he had to go on a short break so he could heal and be efficient.  Months later, he had healed pretty fast, and there was almost no sign of him ever being in a fight, save for his ribs and the bruises on his sides from Dylan's "intense hug".  It didn't matter much because ultimately, he killed that son of a bitch. He killed Dylan, and he helped the woman he loved finally be vindicated.  He heard the faint footsteps of Diane as she walked into the bathroom. 

"Are you ready, Alex?" -Her voice was calm, so he quietly looked around so he could see her-

Diane was wearing her natural hair, styled in a big afro puff, tied with a red ribbon. Her dress was to die for, a lovely red sequined backless dress. At her feet were a pair of white stilettos, and the only jewels she wore were a pearl necklace with a long pearly chain on the back and a silver bracelet wrapped around her left wrist. She put some makeup on her face, and her plump lips were now adorned with a glossy chocolate lipstick. She was stunning, and Alex couldn't help but smile at her.  She tilted her head to the side and gave him a sheepish smile. 

"I just need a couple of minutes, and we'll be ready to go. Are you ready, Di?"

She nodded, her hazel eyes staring at him. He could no longer feel anger in her eyes since they killed Dylan Atwater. Instead, he felt relief. He felt her relax in a way he had not seen her do before. Her soft eyes averted from his face to his hair, and she slowly ran her fingers through his locks to put his hair in place. For Diane, things have been difficult. Killing Dylan unleashed a flurry of emotions and memories she kept buried deep inside her. She couldn't escape how she felt, the horrors she witnessed, and the pain and helplessness, too. She couldn't hide behind her mission anymore, now that they were all dead. Those ghosts she tried to ignore all those years ago resurfaced, and she saw their faces, locked in agony and fear. There was nothing left but pain and survivor's guilt she had to overcome.  In France, she visited a therapist, renowned for his work with victims of armed conflict. That man helped her face her demons and come to terms with being the only surviving member of her family. He helped her realize that what happened to her wasn't her fault and that nothing could have stopped the perpetrators of such atrocities. He helped her realize that she was a survivor, and she still carried life inside her. 

She still could participate in this life and honor the dead by channeling her pain into something positive. Unbeknownst to her therapist, she was doing it in her very own way. Killing people and taking them off the streets definitely helped their victims. Derailing criminal activities involving human traffickers, drug lords, and other people benefiting from people suffering was useful. At least, in her eyes, she was doing something good. In her eyes, she was honoring her family by saving people. Thanks to that man, she had started the difficult healing process, but she was steady on that road, and she wasn't alone. Alex was there, by her side. During their rescue mission and the fight with Dylan, she realized that she was in love with him.  She realized that she wanted to live. She wanted to build a life with him. She needed him to be alive.  It gave her the strength to face her rapist. It gave her the strength to go toe to toe with him and risk her life. She then cupped his cheek and stroked it with her thumb. He turned his head to the side and gave her a sheepish grin. She pinched her lips together and slowly brought her forehead to his in a gentle touch.

"I know it's not the ideal moment to talk about it, but I've been thinking about it for weeks now."

"Tell me, Diane. I'm all ears." -He gently grabbed her wrist and stroked it with his thumb. His blue eyes set upon her face, and she nodded slowly, as if she was gathering her strength to finally let go of the thoughts trapped in her chest-

" You told me a while ago that you had feelings for me, that you loved me. At the time, I wasn't able to say it back. I couldn't find my words because all I was thinking about was that I would die fighting Dylan Atwater. I believed that there was no future left for me once I completed my revenge, so I couldn't in good faith answer you." -She closed her eyes for a brief moment- "But I have found my voice today. During the rescue mission we did, I froze upon seeing that man. All I could think of was the pain he gave me. All I could do was remember that fateful day. I couldn't move, and that child did his best to snap me out of it. I came back because I couldn't let you fight his monster alone.  I had to save you. I had to do my best to help you survive this encounter. I realized back then that I was in love with you, Alex. I wanted to protect you out of love. I didn't say anything after the fight because I wasn't in the right mental space for that. It took a while, but here I am, ready and willing to say it. I love you, Alex. I want to live my life with you. I want...."

He didn't let her finish. Instead, he grabbed her by the back of her neck. He pressed his lips into a hard kiss and snuck an arm around her waist. He pulled her into a tight hug and pressed her body against his. He didn't expect her to voice her feelings, mostly because he knew she loved him. Yet, it was still pleasant to hear it. She loved him. It made his heart soar, and before he knew it, He had pulled her up, so she could wrap her legs around his waist and he could keep on kissing her. He took a couple of steps so she could press her back on the tiled walls of the bathroom, and she could help support her body while his tongue danced with hers. 

"I love you too, Diane. " -He managed to whisper in between their lips before he resumed kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and closed her eyes so she could savor his kiss.  Diane moaned and slowly pulled away from him so she could look at his face. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'm tempted not to go tonight."

"You know we have to. What would they say if we don't show up, mmhhh?" -She tilted her head to the side and pressed another kiss to his nose.- "I know you care a lot about your reputation, so we better be going. I just wanted to let you know that I loved you. I do. I will always." -She smiled and kissed his lips again in a soft kiss.-

He returned the kiss and slowly put her back on her feet. She was right, he cared about his reputation so much so that it kick-started the events in both Germany and Spain. He stroked her cheek with his thumb and slowly went back to the sink. Diane smiled at him and gently pecked his cheek before she walked away from the bathroom. He looked at his reflection, and a visible smile graced his features. Could it be that he was happy? Could it be that he was finally where he wanted to be in life? With someone he loves and someone who loves him? Could it be that he was finally at peace? With someone who understood what he was doing and who could share that life with him. She wouldn't judge him, and he wouldn't have to hide anything from her. For the first time since Nuria, he felt free.  He adjusted his bowtie again and left the bathroom. Tonight, they were working. They both accepted a contract that took place in the same event, which gave them an excuse to work and stunt together, looking their best. Tonight, they were on a date. Tonight he was happy. 

-The end-
 

The day of the Jackal - Part 4

A/N: We're digging a little deeper into the Jackal and Ghost's relationship and how they came to be. Ghost is still reeling from the sight of the man responsible for her trauma, but she's slowly reclaiming control of herself. There is a job to do! 

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"I've been looking into Dy- into /that man/ yesterday, and I have been successful, somewhat." The Jackal told her as he leaned into his chair and crossed his legs. She nodded and looked down at her coffee cup-

She grabbed her coffee cup and sipped while her hazel eyes stared at him.  She ran her hand through her coily hair and grabbed a fistful of it.  Seeing the man who ruined her life renewed her desire for revenge, and after the good night's sleep she had, Diane was ready to focus on finding that man and killing him. She realized that her agitated sleep might have happened because of suppressed memories. For two years she stopped thinking about that man and what he did to her. For two years, it felt as if she had given up revenge altogether for something better.  

"Shoot!"

"He was always in the background during important meetings of the Afrikaner Weerstandsbeweging. He suddenly stopped appearing in pictures a year ago, and he had never been back there. The leader of the party was not the target because he's still alive and still in power. So, if he wasn't cozying up with that man to kill him, maybe he was hired by him."

"I haven't searched for potential deaths connected to that man. Maybe, if we look into it, the leader of that party hired /that man/ to execute his enemies. I know that some journalists were onto him. Rumours had it that one of them had a smoking gun about that leader, but I haven't followed that lead."

"Would that man take on odd jobs like this? Taking care of a journalist? I thought he was more into bigger missions."

"As long as he can kill, he doesn't care about what type of job it is." -She leaned into her chair and snarled a little.- "I really need to look at odd deaths in South Africa. What bothers me is his presence here. He's usually seen in Africa or South-Asia and rarely in Europe because he knows police might connect the dots more easily and they have more resources."

"MMmhhh..."

The Jackal nodded and ran his hand over his face. He held his chin for a minute, focusing on the last words she had said to him. So /that man/ was a mercenary who enjoyed his job. It wasn't just a means for him to earn money. He was in it for the thrill of killing people. He enjoyed taking lives, and if anything, what he did to Diane was the perfect example of a man who got off of inflicting pain onto others. Toppling governments, crushing rebellions, or killing a single dissident was all the same for him, so how did she know it was his work? How could she tell that a carnage that happened was because of him? He had to know. 

"I have a question, Diane. You said that you could recognize his work from anywhere. How exactly do you do it? What makes you tick when you look at a crime scene that indicates it's his work?"

"What he did to me.... The slashed back with his machete, the two gunshot wounds... It's his signature.  There is always one victim with these wounds... Always.  And when it comes to multiple victims...He needs to make them watch the horrors he's doing to others. You can tell by the way the bodies are placed. He doesn't move them after they're killed. It's always at least one victim who is made to watch and one victim, the one he handpicked, to torture like he did to me."

"He's a sexual sadist... He always signs his crime scenes for all to see. I understand."  -Diane nodded and put both hands on the table. She tapped her fingers against the wooden table and lifted her eye to stare into his blue eyes-  "Diane. I thought about something last night while working on that case. I think you're too traumatized by our target to be able to kill him. You've tried, god knows how many times you've tried to kill him, but every time you do, you freeze on the spot."

"No shit Sherlock!" -She retorted and chewed at her bottom lip- " I'm sorry. I'm lashing out at you like that. It hurts my pride to be unable to kill him. It hurts me deep into my core to be unable to finish that job." She admitted before leaning back into her chair.- "I have to know why you want to help me. It doesn't look like you at all, Jackal."

"Diane..."

"Answer me! Why do you care that much?" -She had to ask, and since this situation forced her to reveal so much about herself, she thought that it was only fair for her to know what truly motivated him.-

"Because I want to."

"It's not enough!" -She hit the table with the palm of her hand-

"Because I like the challenge!" -He replied in a monotonous tone-

"It's not enough!" -She raised her voice and hit the table harder this time-

"Because I want to take him off the streets!" -Bullshit! He didn't believe himself, but he felt cornered-

"It's /not/ enough! Stop giving me bullshit reasons!! Why. Do. You. Care???" -She yelled. both hands hit the table and made a very loud noise that bothered him enough to reply loudly-

"It's for you!" -She blinked. He blinked. He may as well have said he was in love with her, which he didn't do. Not now.- "It makes me sick to think that the man who hurt you can still freely walk the Earth. It makes me sick to see that you're so deeply hurt, and he lives as if it didn't matter! It makes me angry! It makes me vengeful! I cannot find peace as long as he breathes the same air as you.  It makes me sick because it happened to /you/." He took a deep breath, his alabaster skin now red from the pent-up anger that exploded right before her. Diane was speechless....confused even because she couldn't make sense of what he was saying to her. -

It was simple, come to think of it. The Jackal cared about her, and the thought of someone hurting the person he cared about was enough to send him spiraling into an unbridled rage. He wanted to be the one to avenge her, the one to do what she clearly couldn't do herself. He wanted to put /that man/ down like a rabid dog for her. Alex gained nothing from this kill because he offered to help and would never accept her money. Alex had no reputation to build because he already was a big name in the business, and the two of them were already intimate, so it wouldn't be sex. No... He genuinely cared for her, and because he did, he wanted to take away the pain she felt that was embodied by that man.  She felt tears pool in her eyes, and she decided to stand up and close the distance between the two of them. 

"Alexander..." -She whispered his name, her hand slowly cupped his cheeks, and she sat on his lap. He ensnared his arms around her frame and leaned his head against her ample and soft chest- "Thank you." She pressed her plump lips to the top of his head and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.  He cared about her in ways nobody ever did, and the realization that, perhaps, that man was in love with her like she was in love with him hit her like a truck. He was doing this for love. not vanity. not greed... but Love.- "Thank you." She whispered again,  feeling comfortable in his arms. 

Alex enjoyed her body against his and couldn't fight the stir in his loins as she sat on his lap. She could feel him twitch against her, and that elicited a soft moan from her. She wanted his touch and reacted to it without thinking. Her lips peppered his skin with kisses, first his left cheek, then his left ear, then she kissed her way to his forehead while her fingers lost themselves in the luscious reddish-brown locks of his. The Jackal groaned and pulled his head back so he could have a good look at Ghost's face. He wanted more, but he also knew she didn't eat or sleep well, and that took precedence over his own desire. There would always be time for the two of them to have sex, but this morning wasn't the right moment for that. He softened his gaze and sighed deeply to signal that he was going to interrupt the beginning of a hot morning, much to her dismay. Before she could say anything, Diane heard her belly noises. She gently patted Alex's chest and chuckled. 

"No need to tell me anything. I have to eat, shower, and rest today. I'll do my part and research any strange murders here, as well as follow the trail he left in South Africa. I know you have a job in Italy, so don't worry. I'll do my part, and I'll get myself together. You do your job, and when you're back, we'll take it right where we left."

"Is it a promise?" He asked, bemused. She shook her head.-

"No. It's a spoiler. Now go grab your things; I'll handle breakfast." He chuckled and waited for her to get off of him to stand up. - 

She turned around to return to her seat, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him. Diane's hazel eyes grew wide open, and she bit her bottom lip. Alex gently cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. He then pressed his lips to hers in a good, hard kiss. She moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his waist. The kiss sent a shiver down her spine, and she closed her eyes. 

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"What about your wife and Son? Did you find them?" -She asked while running her finger over his chest. Her lips pressed against his nipple- 

"I did." -He closed his eyes and ran his hand through her braids. He held her scalp and started to massage it. "She's no longer my wife, Enora."

"What... happened?" She furrowed her brows. "Did you...?"

"No! No! Not like that. I found Nuria and Carlito and observed them for a month just to know what her new life was like. She had a new man who had welcomed Carlito and loved him like his own son. I saw my wife smile, even laugh. She was happy. My son was taken care of and happy, I didn't feel like... interrupting."

"You? Giving up on Nuria without a fight? I don't believe you. You talked to her, didn't you?" -He clenched his jaw and stroked her cheek with his thumb- 

"I... did. I talked to her. After a while, I couldn't bring myself not to. I needed to hear her say those words."

"Which words?" - She whispered in his ear-

"That she didn't need me anymore. That she had moved on. That she would protect our son and provide him with everything he needed without me. I put their lives in danger with my lies, and I couldn't.... I can't afford to have the life I dreamed of. Not with her. Not with our son."

"Did she tell you?"

"She told me she divorced the man she married and after so long, she realized that she had married a ghost. She loved Charles but hated the Jackal. She loved Charles but realized that she was nothing but a pawn, a cover, or even worse, a lie I told myself. Nuria was harsh but right. I couldn't... make her endure another life with me. She promised she wouldn't say anything because it would compromise their lives, but to her, Charles was dead. I didn't fight her. I couldn't... I couldn't fight her because she was right. I never was Charles Calthrop. I hoped, once, that I could fully embody him one day, but it was a dream out of reach for me."

"So you parted ways.... peacefully?" -Diane curbed a brow, and he nodded-

"I realized that I broke her trust in me, and you don't ever recover from breaking the trust of someone you love.  If they had stayed with me, I know they would have been unhappy. Caring for them would mean that I should make sure they were happy. And they were happy without me. As bad as it hurt me, it was the truth. I set them free, and I disappeared."

"Did you sign those papers?"

"What do you think? I signed them as soon as I got them, and I sent them back to Nuria so she could finalise the divorce. As of today, I am a divorcee." -He bitterly chuckled-

 Ghost leaned her cheek against his chest. He was far more upset at the situation than he let on. Could she blame him? He had genuinely loved Nuria and their son, and losing them hit harder than he expected. Of course, it would hit hard. Deep down, however, she felt reassured to know that he was a single man with no ties that could leave her and break her heart. Selfish? Yes, she was selfish. At this moment in their relationship, Ghost didn't want the Jackal to leave her. She enjoyed his company, far more than she cared to admit. She wanted to spend more time by his side, and she knew that with a family waiting for him, his attention would never fully be on her.  She bit her bottom lip and leaned into his chest a little harder. Why did she feel this relief over this information? She didn't want him to see her face, so she kept it close to his chest. 

"Then you are free to break my heart anyway you please." -She said in a teasing tone.-

"As if I intended to do such a thing. Enora... I am content with the life we're leading right now."

"You can't blame a girl for trying to prepare herself, Charles." -She pressed a kiss to his chest and closed her eyes- "I'll keep you to your word then. to leave Nuria and Carlito alone so they could have a chance at being happy. I'll keep you to your word."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I don't want you to suffer. Going back would hurt you more than anything, and more importantly, it would hurt them more than anything. I'm looking after you, here."

"How generous of you..." He said, giving her a light kiss on top of her head. "I appreciate it."

And he genuinely did. He could tell she was sincere and wanted to protect him from potential heartbreak. Ultimately, she was right about something: his life with Nuria and Carlito was over. He knew best than to hold onto an old dream. Here, in her arms, Alexander Duggan felt comfortable and safe and it was all that mattered for him. 

-TBC-

Doya: I love you

Dean ran his fingers through Oya's gorgeous black mane and searched for her gaze. She gave him a sheepish smile and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. A smile graced her features as she kissed his nose again before rolling on her side to bare her back at him. He wrapped one powerful arm around her waist and rolled on his side so they could assume a spooning position. To think he actually almost lost her too many times to count now during a hunt had made him aware of how much he refused to be alone now. It wasn't because « he deserved it » because he was a hero, or because he had a pure heart. No! It was that selfish need to be loved, the yearning for a touch, the longing for a kiss, and the desperate search for someone's warmth. 

Dean Winchester wasn't a Boy Scout nor was he that perfect man who was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of his the world without actually having a couple of regrets. He would give his life, anytime, anywhere if it was to save the day. He spent hundreds of years in Hell to save his brother, Sam, from becoming Lucfer's vessel.  He refused life partners so they wouldn't be in danger because of him or they wouldn't be neglected because he was too busy saving the world. The only time he tried to have a family life, he gave up on hunting altogether and it made him unhappy. He was miserable, no matter how much he turned it around, he was miserable.  

With Oya things were different, she was different. He couldn't say he fell in love with her at first sight because it would not be true. What Dean did feel when they first met was more gratitude than lust, since she was the one who set his brother and him, free. She was a good ally and a great company. Yes, she was strong but it wasn't that...he was attracted by something else in her. Something she wasn't able to see at times but he could. She kept going, no matter how hard her life was, she kept going and she tried to give hope to those around her. Maybe it was fate and nothing else, but Dean wanted to believe it came from deep within, that it was a choice he made. Oya was warm against him, she was soft and loving and she soothed his pain. He couldn't quite know why or how she was doing it, but being next to her allowed him to find peace and he refused to trade it for all the riches of the world.

Romantic much? Maybe simply it was just a selfish desire. The very one she felt whenever Dean was involved in something. He made her heartbeat increase, took her breath away but most importantly, he made her feel safe. SAFE!  The hunter smiled at him and quietly whispered to her husband as she realized she would soon fall asleep.

« You know... no matter what happens to me, the mere thought you will always be there is enough to drive me. I love you. Tremendously. » She said as she closed her eyes again and snuggled up better against Dean who leaned his chin on top of her shoulder.

« I love you too. » Was all he needed to say as he kept his arm around her frame, protective of her as he refused to let her exit his life again.

Colby: Will you marry me?

Arrow House, 31st of December, 11:30

Helen Bridge had finally been dealt with. After months of threatening Mary's life and putting Charlie in danger, her associates and her were finally killed. Mary and Charlie returned to Arrow House and they resumed living without a Damocles sword above their heads. The danger was no longer looming over them and for the first time in a while, Mary felt relaxed. Tommy found her in the living room. She had removed her shoes and was leaning against the couch with her legs crossed. A glass of whiskey was in her hand and her green eyes set upon him. With all of this ordeal she had not even tackled the fact that before Helen tried to kill her, Tommy had been more and more forgetful and more and more distant.  She wanted to talk to him about it, about why he had been distant from his family but now wasn't the time. Now, she wanted to celebrate their newfound freedom. 

« I think we earned it.. some rest at last. » She whispered while stretching a little bit on her seat. Tommy smirked and sat next to her. She was right, they earned this day off.

« We certainly did. » He said with a grin as he chugged down some of the whiskey in his glass. « Now what? »

« I don't know. It seems we can do anything now. What do you fancy Tommy? » -She asked with a lifted brow as she took another sip of whiskey.-

« I'm not really used to having days off, Mary. I would have suggested we drink and toast to a better future for both of us. »

« I see. Well, we can certainly toast to a better future for both of us. Ever since you put me at the head of the Grace Institute we really went through a lot of shit.  I do not know if we're at the end of our struggles but I sure as hell don't want anyone to come after us ever again. » She said as she cheered and toasted with Tommy Shelby who chuckled and scratched his cheek.

« You're optimistic, eh! »

« I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I am happy that my mother is dead. I am happy that she won't be able to hurt us ever again. I never thought I would say these words one day and yet here I am, grateful for the death of my mother. I could care less if she only went after me, Tom, but she also went after Charlie and I couldn't forgive this. Charlie is innocent, he's our son! He's done nothing to her but she couldn't handle the fact that I was close to him. She couldn't handle the fact her mixed-raced daughter survived. She's gone for good, but the state of this country surely worries me. You see it, the rise of the far-right. Ada's been attacked because she had a daughter with a black man. I have been... Some people are ruder to me than usual. It's in the air, something's shifting."

 

« I hear ya Mary. I wish that things had been different, that you wouldn't be threatened by cowards. I wish I could let my guard down, but in this world we live in, I just can't.  We can't. » Mary nodded and pointed her glass towards him.-

« Preach it! That's exactly how I feel. Some people are deceptive and they are so good at it that it's difficult to know who is a snake and who isn't. I am always quick to forgive and move on but I am no longer as trusting as I used to be before. I can't afford to lose Charlie or you for that matter so I will be careful from now on. » -She said as she emptied her glass.- 

Tom remained silent. He thought she looked beautiful when she was angry and he didn't see the need to add something to her last sentence. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug against his large frame. Fighting Mary's mother, Helen, had proven to be mentally exhausting to both of them. Mary struggled with her desire to find her mother and connect with her and the harsh reality that was the rejection from the woman who gave birth to her. She was also very well-connected and Tommy found out that she could have killed Mary, their son, and the people she cared for if he had not been careful. They held onto one another during this ordeal but Mary felt grateful to be sharing a moment of levity and happiness with him. 

He smelled good that night, his usual alcohol, metal, and tobacco scent she couldn't forget. Tommy also seemed to be relaxed so it made her smile and she wrapped her arm around his waist while her other hand held onto her empty glass of whiskey. Her heart was racing against her ribcage as she was close to Tommy once again. How long had it been since the last time they actually had some intimacy? She couldn't tell... weeks maybe.. months? maybe.  Tommy had been very oblivious and absent for a while so for the rare moments they were together, she couldn't think of anything but making sure he was alright. She would tend to his wounds, make sure he ate well, and would simply let him reach out to her when he needed to. Tonight, of all nights, she wanted more than just a conversation. She needed reassurance, she needed his touch, she needed to feel him.

It felt like all these months spent waiting finally came to fruition tonight. They were together again in her apartment, holding each other while sharing a drink and she was relaxed. Her body language showed that Mary felt comfortable next to him. She felt good and warm against his frame and he couldn't help but feel the need to feel her against his frame some more. His question still echoed at the back of his head as he struggled not to answer it with honesty. Of course, he had an idea of what he wanted to do now that the threat posed by Mary's mother was now gone. He knew what he wanted and had for the last 2 years but didn't know if he was ready. So he grunted, feeling slightly uncomfortable and prompting Mary to look up at his face.

« What's wrong? » -She ended up asking-

« I'm okay. » He replied in yet another loud grunt, clearly signaling that he wasn't so Mary pulled away from him and crossed her arms over her chest. « What? »

« What's wrong Tom? » She asked again, this time putting the empty glass on the table in front of them. « I'm all ears. »

« It's just... Well, now that your mother is dead and the threat's gone, what are we gonna do now? »

« Right now? Drinking that whiskey you bought for us. » She was joking and it made him chuckle. It brought a smile to her face and a glow in her green eyes. Tommy cupped her cheek with his large calloused hand and stroked her skin with his thick fingers. Mary stopped smiling and gave him an intense look.« What do you want to do now? » She asked with a shaky voice. He could feel she was becoming more and more stressed as she didn't know how he would react and anticipated his rejection but he didn't say a word for a minute.

« I want to stay here tonight. With you. » He genuinely answered, while his hand grabbed her neck. It made her gasp and she bit her bottom lip. He smelled good, and he was so close to her face that she couldn't help but move forward so her nose could rub against his.

« You do? » She whispered to him, eyes half-closed as she relished in his scent and warmth. Where was this taking them? She couldn't anticipate and didn't know if this would lead them anywhere but she wanted to try and kept playing his game.

« I do. I'm done runnin' away Mary. Been doin' that for too long now. »

He said as he put his glass on the same table before he grabbed her other cheek. Now that her head was secure and she would have to look at him, Tom's blue gaze became more intense. Mary felt the shift in his mood and blushed softly as she had trouble concealing her intense attraction to him.

« What were you running away from Tom? » Mary asked in a whisper. It made him grunt and he leaned his forehead against hers. That was the moment. That was the moment he had to tell her how he truly felt but Tommy needed a moment to gather himself so he could open up again.  Mary's breathing became more labored as she searched for an answer in his eyes. « Tom... I'm not going anywhere... »

« I don't want you to. » He replied in a hoarse voice. « I want you near, always. »

« I'm not going anywhere. The closer to you, the better. » She whispered and bit her lips again. She shut her eyes tight and put her hands on his chest. He was broader than her, large and comforting. He pressed his forehead harder against hers.

« I was runnin' away from you » He began. Her eyes grew wide and she stiffened at his words but Tommy kept his hand on her cheeks and neck. « I was runnin' away from the promise of a new life. »

«.......Tom... » -The nurse whispered and put her hands on his cheeks so she could hold his sharp jaw.- 

His words were making her heart pound into her ribcage even harder because she realized he was going to talk about his feelings and she wasn't prepared. Her breathing became more labored and she could feel unshed tears fill her eyes.

« When we started to see each other, I was an empty shell, a grieving man who felt guilty for losing the people he loved. I lost so much Mary, John, Grace, my old friends.... my whole world...I was so deep into my pain that I couldn't see anything positive again... And then you came along and you patched me up.  You took care of me, of Charlie... You made our lives better. I was given a chance to love again and I wasn't sure I deserved it. I wasn't sure you wouldn't die because of me. »

« Is that why you were so cold to me, for all these years? » -She said in a broken voice.-

He didn't let go of her head and pushed it up so she would look into his eyes. She wanted answers to appease her soul. For so long Tommy had put a distance between Mary and him that she believed he didn't actually love her. Lizzie meddled with their relationship and eventually made Mary believe that she was nothing more than a glorified nanny for Charlie. It took one bold move on Mary's birthday night for her to realize that perhaps, there were deeper feelings Tommy felt for her. It took even more for Mary to eventually hear a confession from Tommy. It took more for her to eventually start to feel like he legitimately chose her to share his life. Even these last couple of months, Tommy had been extremely distant from his family. She first chalked it up to his wanderlust and desire for freedom. After a while, it became worrisome and while Tom didn't tell her about his blackouts and seizures, for Mary, it felt as if Tommy was avoiding his family. Tommy nodded to give her a non-verbal answer. She exhaled loudly and then started to sniffle and cry those unshed tears that had been pooling in her eyes.

« I didn't think I deserved you. I didn't want you to be in danger because of me. I wasn't ready Mary. » She nodded and shut her eyes tight while he wrapped his powerful arms around her frame to pull her into a tight hug.

« What are you trying to say, Tom ?.... » She asked in between sobs. Mary needed to hear it from him and he understood why. His hand stroked her head as he let his fingers get lost in her brown locks.

« I'm stupidly in love with you. I want to marry you. That's what I'm trying to say. Marry me, Mary Colson! » -His eyes were so intensely staring at her that they sent shivers down the spine of the nurse who simply pressed her lips against his. She couldn't speak, not yet. Information had to sink into her before she could say anything to him. The reaction was raw and clumsy. It wasn't the first time they kissed each other or even had sex, but she wanted him right here, right now.

« Say it again! » She whispered, moaning in between kisses as she quickly straddled his lap. Tommy leaned against the couch, hands on her sides as he hitched her dress up and he used his bare hands to tear apart her panties. She ripped open his tank top, eager to feel his skin,  and ran her hand down his belt buckle she took off and his zipper she pushed down hastily. She didn't want to wait, due to pent-up arousal and the rush of adrenaline through her veins. Tommy didn't complain and instead, let her set his cock free from his pants, only to push her bare slit against it.

« Marry me, Mary Colson.. » -He repeated in a gruff voice, enjoying the sound of it more and more.- 

She grinned and started to rock her hips, the friction only helping his cock to get a lot more wet from his precum. He groaned, enjoying the sensation of her warmth against his impatient length. He needed to be inside of her without any sort of delay. After so long away from the green-eyed beauty, Tommy Shelby didn't want to wait any longer. He had to own her again, to make her feel good and to hear her voice. She understood his feelings, and listening to him claim his love for her only aroused the nurse even more. She kept bucking her hips against his to smear his precum all over his cock and get herself ready from the sheer friction between them. 

«I love you, marry me! » He repeated, this time running his hands over her soft back and holding a fist of her brown locks. Mary groaned and ran her hands over his burly hairy chest and felt him lift her body up so he could grab his cock and rub its tip against her slit. She chuckled and pressed her lips against his while he teased her entrance.

« Go ahead... » Mary encouraged him while her hands went up to his shoulders. He made eye contact with her, to study her very reactions and stop if he noticed he should wait some more. Her green eyes were glowing with the light of desire and given how eagerly she tore his shirt, he knew she wanted it too. With one swift motion, he filled the woman he loved with his throbbing length and snapped his hips forward, making her squeal in the process. It felt good, she had to shut her eyes tight for a minute to adjust to him stretching her nice little-wet cunt the way he did. Her fingers cupped his rough face and she pressed another kiss to his lips. « I can feel you throb so hard inside of me... » She groaned, while she moved her hips slowly up and down, picking up an urgent pace.

« Yeah? » It was a rhetorical question. Of course, he knew. Of course, he felt his cock throb inside of her and reach the bottom of her warm wet walls. The nurse nodded and yanked her head back as she arched her back. His hands on her waist kept moving up and down so he could help her move on top of him. Her moans and his grunts filled the room before he pushed himself forward so he could sit straight on the couch. Mary smiled at him, lips still trembling due to her overwhelming joy and she ended up wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug.

« I will marry you... »She managed to speak before he switched positions and laid her on her back onto the couch, while he still was inside of her. He didn't wait for her to adjust to this new situation and resumed pounding into her hard. Her toes curled and she matched his thrusts with her pelvis, enjoying every inch of his cock inside of her. Her fingers scratched his back, hard enough to make him hiss but not enough to injure him. His name was at the tip of Mary's lips, merely grunted into his ear as he pounded mercilessly into her. « To---Tom--!!! Fuck!» The nurse groaned as she felt him hit the bottom of her cunt and bury himself there. Her eyes revulsed and she arched her back. « Tom.. love. » She wrapped her arms around his neck, making him growl lowly as his nose rubbed against hers. « I love you. »

« I love you. »

He mumbled while his lips pressed against hers in a quick peck. She lost her fingers into his black mane and looked into his azure eyes. Mary wanted his very senses to be overwhelmed with their emotions. She wanted Tommy to feel how much she needed him by the way her body was moving under his and how wet and tight her welcoming core felt around him. She wanted Tommy to see her love in her green orbs and the need in her desperate scratching. 

There was no time for patience and foreplay or teasing and other gentle plays. They were sealing their love with an urgent fuck, a desperate need to possess the other and make it real. He would have marked her if he didn't have a sliver of control left in him and she would have marked him if her nails were longer but didn't need bites or scratches to know they belonged to each other. They knew. They always knew. So Tommy Shelby pushed harder into her tight crevice, stretching her good with his large meat until she couldn't breathe while his hips smacked their flesh together. He fucked her fast and hard, increasing the friction between the two of them until he felt he was close to his release.

« Cum for me! » -He commanded, making her whimper under his assault. She sunk her nails into his shoulders, her toes curling harder as he was fucking her into oblivion now. « I want to see you cum !»

« Ahhh.. yes.. yes! I'm cumming, cum with me... cum with me Tom! » -She encouraged him.-

Seeing her body jump beneath him aroused the gangster who ran his hand from her shoulder to her neck he squeezed gently. It was a turn-on for the nurse who couldn't help but scream as she finally hit her climax. He kept his hand there, buried his cock deep inside of her, and emptied himself in a low growl. Both remained silent as they stared at each other. Both could feel their hearts pumping hard into their veins and both were still riding their own climax. Mary cried, due to her powerful climax, and wiped her eyes clean. A smile crept on her lips and she chuckled softly to herself.

« What's funny? » -He managed to say as he rubbed his nose against her cheek. Tom still needed some time to fully go limp so he didn't withdraw just yet to enjoy his woman's warm and tight wet crevice.-

« We haven't been this intimate for a while...Talk about a slow burn. »

« I kinda like how it ended though. » -He said with a grin before he planted a kiss on her collarbone.-

« Are we sure it's the last of it? » -She teased him, her fingers still lost in his mane.-

« More like a beginning. » -He purred in her ear.- « Does that mean you and me, we're getting married? »

« Silly.....we are. And you know it! » -She said blushing while he nibbled on her neck.-

« I just wanted to hear it again. » -He grinned and kissed her breasts. Mary's laughter turned into a grunt and she nodded.-

« So greedy... so demanding. » She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. « I want to build something with you too. As much as I love having you between my legs and inside of me, I want more than that Tom. I want to be your wife. I want to be Charlie's stepmother. That's all I need. » She moistened her lips and ran her hand through her brown locks. It made him throb inside of her and elicit a moan from the nurse.

« I can do that. » -He answered while slowly shifting his hips to resume thrusting into her. He was far from being finished but was taking it slow, giving her time to recover from the emotional trainwreck that it was before.-

« My family. » 

She retorted with a grin. And after several minutes, they were at it again. When they first met each other, both were a mess. Both were in denial of their pain and found comfort in each other. Yes, of course, he did his best to ignore his feelings for her and pretended that when they had sex, it was not that deep. It was just a need for them to unwind and find comfort with each other. But the moment they kissed it was already too late. He was already deeply in love with her. She was already in love with him. Their path toward happiness took a complicated turn. He wanted to make her an honorable woman, a wife, someone who would be justified in the eye of the public as Tommy Shelby's wife. Tonight was the conclusion of years of frustration and denial of happiness. Tonight was the moment they left the world behind and started anew. They become more than friends or lovers... They were a family.

-TBC-

Doya: A quiet morning

Oya rolled on her side to face Dean who was still sleeping. She was rarely awake when he was sleeping so she took the opportunity to stare at him when he was most relaxed. Dean looked so good like that as if nothing could trouble his sleep. He looked as if he wasn't aware of the horrors of the world and the existence of the supernatural world. He looked as if he had never gone to Hell and never had been tortured for centuries down there. She couldn't help herself but gently cupped his cheek with her warm palm. Dean groaned but didn't wake up, which made her smile at him. It felt so good to be able to take a (short) break from hunting. It felt so good to be able to focus on just themselves.  

The world wasn't devoid of hunters and while Dean and Team Free Will were the most efficient, to the point of reaching legendary status, Dean didn't have to always work. Any member of that team didn't have to always work. They deserved breaks when they could take them. Hence why Dean suggested they went on a little honeymoon of some sort, where they wouldn't have to think about potential cases. The World was still spinning and they would intervene if there was a need for this. So, when the first sunrays pierced the darkness of the room, Oya woke up and decided to spend the morning just looking at the love of her life. They have been together for many years but Dean still managed to make Oya's heart beat faster when she was close to him. Dean always managed to make Oya feel safe when she was with him. 

She stroked his cheek and gently peppered his forehead with a couple kisses. Dean groaned and rolled on himself to lay on his back. He was still sleeping but felt a bit more comfortable, which reassured Oya. She leaned her head against his shoulder and looked at the ceiling. She was happy, in a way that she never thought would be possible. She was happy and she didn't want this happiness to escape her. It made her stroke the skin of her arms to feel her scars as a way to soothe her. She survived the Asanbosam, she could survive anything life would throw at her. It was also a reminder to be cautious and never take anything for granted. The Asanbosam arrived in her life unprompted and killed both her mother and brother. Illness with grief took her father away from her. Another demon possessed her ex-fiancé and forced her to kill him with her bare hands. Anything could happen and she wanted to be ready for it but she also knew that it would be best to appreciate the good things in her life. And this morning was something good, something she would never forget. 

COLBY: I don't know how to tell you

 Sometimes words get stuck at the back of our throat and I would look at you, and you would look at me, and silence would settle in between the two of us. 

Sometimes, I don't know how to tell you that I love you and because I do, I am ready to sacrifice everything so you could be happy. I don't know how to tell you that I am very aware that you can't be satisfied with the life you lead because you will always seek more. You will always...always... be on the move because you can't handle settling down. 

This is who you are, a black stallion. This is who I love. The gangster, the soldier, the MP, and the Father. This is you...who I love and while I can't always articulate the way you make me feel... I can still look into your blue eyes and let you know.

GOT shorts about mornings and fatherhood

 When Bäahal saw Jaime with a baby nephew, the only thought she had at this moment was to see him become a dad. The dad of their children. She hasn't expressed her thoughts just yet but it's just a matter of time.

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My favourite smile is the one he has in the early hours of the day. It is when I realize how lucky I am that he loves me and how I don't want to change this life for anything in the world. I love him. I love you, Jaime.

GOT (regular)

"We are in the wolf's den, of that I am certain. I know that my choices are not always understandable and some don't approve of them but it doesn't matter. The gods favor me. They helped me through my times of need. They gave me strength when I felt I was lacking. They gave me the determination to enact my revenge, to fight for my love for Jaime, to survive the siege...They gave me a family and they gave me a purpose. 

I feel that they will favor me in the new battles I would have to lead. I do not fear going to war for you, Jaime. I do not fear lending my blade to my sister, I do not fear giving support to my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Kyra. I do not fear what's to come because I have been in the Underworld and back. I have seen Hell on Earth and still survived."

Got (regular): Jaime was far more than that.

He was the most hated man of Westeros and Bäahal knew that they would face challenges as soon as they stepped out together. The people heard what they wanted to hear, and the noble houses relished in their hatred for him but few knew the truth. A few knew why he did what he did and for those who could have known, they didn’t care enough to rehabilitate him. He was the gods' chosen scapegoat. He was but the shadow of the Golden Lion for them but for the princess, he was far more than that.

Colby: heavy silence

 "I wonder at times if you understand my heavy silence. I wonder if you realize that I feel I can't say the words I want to say or express the thoughts that plague my heart because I'm worried... I'm worried you would not understand and you would be angry with me. I'm worried because you might feel that I don't trust you...When I would put my life in your hands in a heartbeat. When I would trust you would survive anything you might want to do. When I gave you my heart to keep. 

Still... 

Sometimes I wonder if you realize that  I can't bear the idea of your death. I can't bear it...Despite your desire to keep moving until you find someone stronger than you. Despite your desire to play daredevil so you could feel alive. Despite your anguish and guilt over the deaths of your family. I fear your death. I fear losing you. I fear losing you,... I don't want to be in a world where you're not but how could I tell you these words without you lashing out? So I swallow my words. I swallow my tears. I put a smile on my face because I trust you will survive your enemies. I trust you will come back to me. I trust we would live together and raise our children...should we have any together...God's willing...God's willing.

Still...."

Colby: They would be alright

Safehouse, Sunday morning, the beach.

Mary felt the fresh breeze of the sea wind brush over her face. She tucked some rebellious locks behind her ear and walked on the sand. Before her, Charlie and the family dog Cyril were running and that beautiful, exhilarating youthful joy was contagious. Charlie grabbed a tree branch and threw it so he could play fetch with Cyril and Mary picked that moment to stop and stand on the beach.  Charlie waved at her, asking his mom to watch him as he played with the dog and Mary waved back at him.  The nurse felt a warm fuzzy feeling wash over her and she put her hand over her heart. Charlie was a loving child and his affection for the young nurse helped her heal her own trauma. She felt Tommy's arm wrap around her waist and pull her into a hug. Her eyes averted from the child to Tommy's face. The gangster was silent, observant as he always was. She could see the relief he felt by the way he carried himself. His features, usually hard and tense were relaxed and soft. Mary stroked his face and as he looked down at her, she gave him a sheepish smile. 

"I know you didn't want to come here, but I think we needed to have a moment together, as a family."

"Charlie seems to enjoy himself, eh?" -She nodded- "Then you were right." -She looked back at the little boy who was petting the dog and sighed happily.-

Upon learning that she received the visit of Alfie Solomons, Tommy was upset. How come the institute allowed for such a thing to happen? She ended up alone, without Peaky's protection and that was the point that made him flinch. Not so long ago, Mary was a victim of an attack by Archibald Worthington III.  It was a man who tried to woo her and when he couldn't get her, resorted to violence. Tommy almost lost his mind at the idea that anything could have happened to her. She had to defend herself, scratch that man to blood, and run for her life. She had to endure a punch in the face because he was frustrated and he even went as far as to gloat in front of him about touching his woman. Tommy heard that Archer was informed of Mary's existence and of Tommy's Gin business by Michael. This only fueled his rage and desire for revenge against Michael. 

So Alfie only added fuel to the fire and he was restless until he found the gangster and told him to never come closer to Mary ever again. It required a tough explanation from the Jewish man, thinly veiled threats, and a shouting contest between the two before Alfie assured Tommy Shelby that he didn't want to hurt Mary, but he wanted to see how vulnerable she was. Her protection wasn't enough, that enough was made clear and he enjoyed the conversation he had with the young woman. She had spunk, she was fierce and she was far more beautiful than rumors gave her credit for.  She didn't hesitate to confront him and didn't yield when he became more menacing. That didn't make Tommy feel better about the whole situation and Mary witnessed it. She requested they leave Arrow House so they could spend some time together and he agreed to it. After all, they needed a break, didn't they? 

"We're safe here, aren't we?" -He stroked her shoulder and she looked back at his face. He nodded and planted a kiss on top of her forehead.- "I want you to know that I'm not afraid. I know what it entails to love a Shelby. I know this life isn't a simple one. I know...And I'm not afraid of it. " She then tip-toed and kissed his cheek while Charlie sat on the sand and watched the sea. "I can only imagine how worried you are. I know your brain is always working and you're always thinking of the best way to protect us and I know that you've been overworking since I met Alfie Solomons."

"Mary...."

"No, Tom. Listen to me. Whatever it is that you will face, we will face it together. I'm not going anywhere, I won't stop loving you, no matter how difficult it is. No matter how dangerous this life is. I chose this life. I told you so. I chose you and I will always choose you." 

She cupped his cheek and slightly turned his head so he could bend forward and kiss her. His kiss was soft, his lips gently pressed against hers as he wanted her to understand all the things he couldn't say. Mary happily sighed between their lips before he wrapped both of his hands around her waist and pulled her into a hug to help her keep some balance. She was a loyal and fierce woman, Tommy always knew about it. She was fearless and so open with the way she felt about him that he couldn't help but kiss her. Tommy wasn't a man of many words, but he definitely could express his feelings in more than one way, so he did. He kissed her with a tenderness he had never shown before.  He kissed her with a passion that made her feel weak in the knees, and that made her heart flutter. They would be okay. They would be, wouldn't they? 

Got Modern: tell me, even if it's a lie.

 (modern)

"I am left wondering, Jaime... Are we to be Romeo and Juliette? Are we really going to live our lives hidden from the inquisitive gaze of our families? Are we to be collateral damage of the generational feud? Please, let me we won't be. Tell me that we will be happy...even if it's a lie, I need ot hear it."

Doya: how lucky did she get

It doesn't matter how many crappy motels they stay at, Oya loves it the most when they can just sit and relax, study cases while drinking beers and eating burgers. She sometimes just stops and looks at him in silence, wondering how she got lucky, and enjoying how beautiful her husband is.

Doya: She knew what she was doing

It was a calculated move from her, to sit on the chair near the kitchen table wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and a white thong.  It was calculated to do so when Dean came back from his errand, thirsty for a beer and perhaps, ready to cook something for both Oya and him. Oya knew what she was doing. It didn't even take a second for him to notice her in the room. She was posed like a model and his emerald eyes couldn't help but travel from her shapely calves to her legs, to the string of her thong looking like a string of pearls against her ebony skin.  Did she oil her skin too? Dean couldn't stop looking at her, wondering if she did it on purpose just for him. He could feel his throat turn dry and his lips parched up for a thirst that had nothing to do with beer anymore. His eyes kept moving up, averting from her thong to the wet and sensual skin of her taut stomach, to the hem of her white t-shirt. 

It was so snug around her chest, so fitting, and yet it only outlined her chest. Oya rarely wore white, although the color was complimentary to her skin. So when she did wear white, Dean couldn't help but be struck by the perfect combination that was.  His eyes averted from her chest to her face and here she was, his beautiful wife. Oya's face was a work of art and if he had not seen her in action, he would have not believed she was a hunter. She was gorgeous and powerful. She was a skilled hunter just like him, a badass pint-sized woman who could give him a run for his money should she decide to. Her curly black locks crowned her doll face perfectly, so much so that when Oya turned her head to look at him, her hazel eyes stared at him, Dean swallowed a lump. 

Oya was perfect, every which way Dean looked at her, he couldn't help but marvel at his wife. He loved everything about her, how fierce her gaze was, the beautiful smile she always had on her face when she was looking at him, the scars on her skin (especially the scars on her arms). Everything about her was perfection, everything down to her attitude. She hooked her finger and motioned for him to come closer to her, to have a better view of the work of art she was and he indulged her request, taking it as a command.  As he drew closer, he noticed that yes, she did oil her skin from head to toe. She painted her nails to enhance her beauty and was wearing her wedding ring as the sole jewel on her body. Her thong and shirt were soaked by the oil and clung to her body, betraying each delicious curve she was hiding underneath. His mouth opened but he couldn't think of something clever to say, so he abstained.  She kept asking him to close the distance and slowly but deliberately said in her adorable accent "Have a seat." To which he complied and took a seat in front of her. Oya's face lit up as she had Dean exactly where she wanted him to be and Oya climbed the desk, sitting in front of him with her legs spread wide enough for him to sit his head between them. He watched as her hand slowly stroked its way down her stomach and she slowly pulled on the fabric of her thong. "Now now... Be a good boy." And a good boy he would be. 

-TBC-

GOT: Find solace in me

Come rest your head at the crook of my neck. Let my arms wrap around your frame as I pull you into a hug.  Come rest your soul in the comfortable embrace of my hands, allow me to care for it like you've cared for me since we first met. Come, my Golden Lion, come and let me take your heart in my hands and keep it safe from breaking ever again. You had several lives already. You've been the dashing young lion, the one true pride of your father Tywin. You were taking the name of the family as high as you possibly could, sworn sword of the King, his protector, his chief of army. You have been a man of the people, you sacrificed everything to save them from a cruel fate, decided by my very father. 

By doing so, you lost your reputation. you lost your prestige, you tarnished the name you carried, at least for some people not for me.  You managed to salvage what little reputation you had when your sister became the queen. You protected the crown and the children you've fathered.  You became a father, caring more for the little ones than their official parent.  You became a lover, guilty of loving the wrong person too openly. You became a pariah. When the Night King threatened Westeros, you became a hero, you became the man I fell in love with... But I am aware that you lost everything once again. Your children, your father, your lover and sister Cersei... You lost a lot of things but not everything. Tyrion was still there, Kyra was still there and so was I. You weren't as alone as you thought you were but oh, for a while you lost yourself. 

Come rest your head at the crook of my neck. Let my arms wrap around your frame as I pull you into a hug. Here, in the warmth of my embrace, you are safe. Here, you are free to be the man you've always wanted to be. Free from your father's ambition. free from your sister's nebulous and negative influence. Free to be. Here, in the softness of my arms, you are loved. You are cared for. Here, between you and me there is nothing but love. There is nothing but adoration for the person that you are. There is no judgment, no need for you to hide your true self. There is no absurd demand that you erase your past and you forget about your needs. No. Jaime. Here, you are free to be who you are, in the safety of my embrace. Here, you are free to love as you desire, you are free to become a husband and a father. You are free to be. I

 have never thought I would live to see the day I could decide for myself yet here I am, choosing you every single day. Here I am, fighting for us before the queen, before your brother, before even the gods. Here I am, choosing to lace my destiny with yours, choosing to become your wife and the mother of your children. Here I am, free to do as I please. Free to love and free to be. Free to live the life I have always wanted to have for myself.  With you, with me... and maybe with our children. How could I not be happy? I have found solace in your arms. I have found my strength in your trust. I have found my voice in your words. Here, in your arms, I have started to live and I refuse to go back to what it was before. I refuse you to go back to how you were before. I need you to be free. I need you to be you. I need you... I love you. 

Doya: "She soothed his soul."

Dean told her once, that he wasn't afraid of his nightmares because he was used to them. He was used to losing everything. No, for Dean it really was the dreams he was afraid of. Dreams were always out of reach.  Dreams were always showing what he missed, what he couldn't have, what he would never have. So he hated dreams... Up until he met her.  She made him comfortable with his dreams. She made him embrace them and made him embrace the discomfort upon waking up. Her presence was soothing and he loved nothing more but to cuddle her at night. Nothing more. Nothing less...

GoT: "a desire to become a mother."

(Regular)

The princess once thought about becoming a mother. It was a long time ago when freedom was nothing but a concept. It seemed to be such an impossible dream for her that it only lasted a short while. Her former Master made sure she never got pregnant from his clients. He couldn't possibly accept "tarnish" her beauty and make her less valuable, so he made sure to give her mysterious potions and she never conceived. 

Today things were different and her thoughts came back in full force. She had dreams about it again and she imagined her round belly, her heavier figure, and her bountiful silver locks. She imagined Jaime's soft arms wrapping around her frame, his soft beard rubbing against the soft chubby skin of her cheek.  Would she be a good mother? Bäahal hoped so.  She wished to be.

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. 

Got 'modern": I love you

We met by chance and at the most unlikely place at that! I remember how scared I was that this would just be a fleeting dream and soon enough, you would grow bored of me. I was afraid that you would leave because I wouldn't be enough...How silly of me. How silly of me...You love me and you always made sure I knew you did. You love me...and you never let go of my hand. So I'll make sure to keep our fingers entwined. 

GOT: the love of her life

He was the Golden Lion, the favorite son of Ser Tywinn. He was the Oathbreaker, the Kingslayer, the incestuous fucker. He was the Golden child, the best of them all but at the same time, he was also seen as a monster. He was the one who pushed a child to his death out of love and loyalty toward his sister. He was a lot of things, wasn't he? 

To Bäahal, Jaime was a man of honor, a man who would do anything to protect those he loved, a man who sacrificed his life to save humanity during the Long Night. He was a man who loved, a man who was willing to lose the chance to be with her for her own sake. He was a good man. To Bäahal, Jaime was a man with honest eyes, someone she could trust without thinking twice about it. She knew he sinned in the past and she didn't absolve him of his crimes. She simply saw the man he still was. He was the love of her life after all.