TVD: Elijah and Freya: about the witch.

"What is it with you, brother? First, you hide the existence of a powerful witch from the rest of the family and now you're trying to break her relationship with Klaus?"

"Freya... You don't understand. I had to."

"800 years ago! You've been hiding her for 800 years! No wonder she wants nothing to do with you!!" She pinched the bridge of her nose and rolled her eyes. "I know you mean well.."

"Mean well? How reductive Freya. Anything I do, I do for the sake of our family! I had to keep her a secret! I had to make sure she would never hurt our family! I had to..."

"You kept her under your thumb! Elijah! There is no come back from it unless you properly apologize to her." -He adjusted his tie and put his hands in his pockets-

"I've already apologized. What I want to prevent is for Klaus to break her heart and for her to turn on us!"

"Have a little faith in our brother and perhaps, have a lot more faith in the witch. She's been loyal to you for 800 years and accepted your bullshit without complaint. You have to release the leach or it will backfire on you." 

He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. Freya walked in a circle around the Original so she could face him. She was angry, perhaps angrier at the fact Elijah was shortsighted when it came to his brother and the potential budding romance with the witch.  It was a powder keg and Elijah didn't want to take his chance and have it explode because he let Klaus self-sabotage again.  Neela was powerful, vastly powerful and he would rather have her on their side than against the family. Freya could understand, but she didn't agree with the way Elijah was doing things. 

"I will take the chance, Thank you very much. Now let's focus on something far more pleasant for all of us."

"Elijah....." Freya realized that he had shut down like a clam and would not entertain a conversation with her. Still, she hoped that the next time she would bring the topic up, he would be more receptive. 

A vintage's touch: Asking for a sibling

"Mom? When are Dad and you going to make me a sibling?"

The question escaped the lips of her angelic little boy. He was running around after his music lesson and found his mother in the garden, tending to the roses. Mary didn't have to work in the garden, but she did enjoy spending time there. it helped with her mood. it helped bond with Charlie. His question, however, had the woman stop hosing the flowers and welcome the child who wrapped his arms around her knees, in a gentle hug. 

"A... sibling?"

"Yes, mom. I don't want to be an only child anymore. I want to have a little sister or a little brother so we could play together."

"Charlie.." She turned the water off and pulled the child into a hug so she could carry him on her hip. "It's..."

"Do you know how to make babies? I heard that a daddy has to love a mommy really hard to make it happen."

"Y--Yes, that's right."

"Daddy doesn't love you very much?"

"Why are you saying this?" She asked, gently stroking some of Charlie's hair off of his face.  He didn't let her speak more. 

"Because if he did you would have had a baby by now! Besides, You're not married like mother and dad were."

"Charlie... Charlie. I think you're a very clever little man and you're having a lot of imagination. Your father is very busy. I haven't seen him in a while but that doesn't mean I don't love him very very much. Your father loves you too. You are his world." She pressed kisses to his cheeks and he put both of his little hands on her cheeks. "It takes some time to have a baby, you know?"

"I hope you will have one soon. I would like a sibling. I will ask Dad about it." He seemed determined and Mary couldn't help but feel some tears fill her eyes. 

Charlie didn't take no for an answer. He chose her to be his mother and she finally accepted his full-on affection. It just came naturally. The child loved her dearly and for him, it was a no-brainer that Mary was his mom. his mother, Grace, was in Heaven and he decided to refer to her as such and keep "mom" for Mary.  He knew his parents loved each other and his innocence, just made the nurse blush and hug the child. It felt good to have a family and on days like these, Charlie reminded her of it. 

Doya: Headcanon: Family

 It is just you and me. 

Our little family of two.

It is just us and them,

Castiel and Sam our brothers.

Our little family. 

I would not bear your children

But that ship has Long sailed.

Because I don’t need more.

I have everything I wanted!

A family of four. 

A family of you and me.

I love you, baby. 

It’s you and me,

For all eternity. 

Headcanon TVD: family

 Headcanon: klaus, family, children 

Neela lost her family twice. First it was by the hand of Klaus. She was  rescued by Elijah and that allowed her to be welcomed by her second family: her coven.  Elijah was responsible for the loss of her second family, upon learning she was helping an orignal, her suprême decided to curse  her with eternal life and torment. 

Elijah became a de facto family member. He was her only companion following her curse and she started to consider him as family up until she started to resent him for using her. Klaus… well, she fell in love with him. She fell in love and he will quickly become family to her. 

Neela had not thought about having a family of her own. She had wanted to have her own family, her children, her husband but when she was cursed, she gave up on the idea. 

Deep down, Neela would be enchanted to become a mother. She’s not actively looking for it because she wouldn’t want to watch her child grow and die. She wouldn’t want to watch the father of her child die. Mind you, if klaus ever become the father of her child, she knows it’s going to be even harder for that baby because both parents are hunted down and in danger.  Should she have a child from klaus, she would love it and him even more.

A vintage's touch: the Father and the Son

 The Father and the Son. 

The family she didn't dare claim out loud.

The Father and the Son.

The son lapsus reveals a more profound desire.

The Father's silence, hiding a truth untold.

Bearer of good news and of hidden fears.

An overwhelming silence she can't stand.

A love so intense, so pure yet kept away, 

for neither of them was ready to give in

Neither of them was willing to lose more.

The Father, the Son, and the dead mother. 

The Father, the Son, and the Step-Mother. 

The Husband, the wife, and their child.

Not picture-perfect, but not a lie either.

The Father, the Son, and a new Life.

both desired but didn't try to have.

Or so they thought."

Doya: Charlie and you.

 Doya: Charlie and you.

// This is from Sam's pov. I haven't written him in a while. He adores Oya and he's always seen her as a sister to him. Of course, he loves to calls her "gremlin" just like she loves to call him "bookworm". He's reflecting on how important she is to him and to team free will. This is something he would tell her but only if he's pressed about it, which is the circumstance of this little monologue. 

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"I have sworn to never get close to someone after Charlie... I promised myself to never let anyone become family to me. I was fine with team free Will. we were enough for each other, or so I thought. I was still reeling from Charlie's death and I refused to grieve for her. Charlie was... She was a sister to me, O. She was my little sister. She went from being a nerd, scared of everything into a total badass. I never really, I mean, I got to tell her that I love her, right? But I never got to tell her just how much I did. I still don't know how to process her loss to this day but I can already see her kick my ass and ask me to move forward. She wanted us to live, Dean, Castiel, and I. She wanted us to enjoy our lives and until her death, we were in such a dark place, that we didn't understand what she meant. We thought we couldn't have our cake and eat it too. You know? 

Charlie would have loved you. She probably would have had a crush on you because she loved badass women and you're badass. Charlie would have loved to see Dean with you. I love to see him with you. He is happy. He's smiling. He's laughing. He has a reason to keep going. You just. Ah! When we hunt together, he only talks about you. What you'd like to eat, how you'd react to something we see... He's always thinking about you and it's good to see. He's not worried, well, not anymore since you recovered from Pluto's attack. I love to see it, to see my big brother happy and... and I love to be happy myself. Yeah. I mean... you do make me happy O. I wasn't expecting you, I didn't see you coming. I just, well, we just met and we just clicked, and... you started to hang out with us. 

What's my point? Well... My point is, I didn't want to have another sister, but life is a bitch and she does whatever she pleases. You came into my life, you became my sister without me realizing it. I let you in, it was easy to let you in. You're funny. you're sweet. you're too much sometimes but I like it. You have a temper in you. You pulled no fucking punches on Dean or me... or Castiel at the beginning. I was afraid you would not get used to having an angel as family, but you overcame your issues with angels, at least, with him. You welcomed him, you both made amends and it's great to see. You understand and you always find those words we can't say. You always seem to know how we feel and what could make us feel better. I got used to you. That's it. I got used to you. You're my sister, Oya. I love you so much and I don't want to miss the opportunity to tell you that now. I love you. , you're my sister, and even if nothing has been made official. You are my sister."

-TBC-

GoT: Family (Jon x Bäahal)

GoT: Family (Jon x Bäahal)

A/N: Because it's bound to happen, here's my take on that moment she learns he is family.

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The night was young, but already the sharp claws of winter clutched at the princess' body. She didn't expect to hear a knock on her door. She threw around her slender frame a fur coat and opened the door, half-expecting Lord Varys or Lord Tyrion to be at the other side of it. Her purple hues grew wide as she realized it was Commander Snow who was standing in front of her. She cleared her throat, bit her tongue and planted her purple eyes into his black orbs. What was he doing here? She tried to remember the last time he actually spent time with her, it was a long time ago when he was trying to convince Daenerys that he was sincere and honest about the Wrights. Ever since Jon had spent most of his time with her sister.

« Daenerys isn't with me Lo—Jon Snow. » She said, half expecting he was looking for her sister. « I believe she's in her room, which is on the other side of the castle. »

« I know where she is. I wasn't looking for her, your grace. » He started with, his eyes still staring at her. « I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in? »

« Me ?... » She was dumbfounded and for a minute, broke the eye contact with Jon. She lowered her head, shifted her eyes from left to right before she returned to her bed and let the door open. « Suit yourself. »

What could he possibly want to talk about? Her heart started to race, the unknown felt terrifying for a mere second. Maybe he found out she was upset by Jaime Lannister's departure and wanted to scold her for feeling something for the enemy? Maybe he realized she had been withdrawn since the war against the Night King and wanted to understand what was going on. She cursed herself for this, for eventually making people worry about her but truth be told, how else could she react to what she witnessed when they fought Death itself? She sat on her bed and held onto the sheets as he sat on the chair near her vanity. Silence had settled between the two of them, an uncomfortable one filled with unasked questions and dread for the answers. Bäahal moistened her plump lips and knitted her brows together.

« What is it about, Jon ?... » -Her voice was light, almost a whisper as her purple hues once again stared at Jon's black ones.-

« We haven't had the time to talk since.....Dragonspit. I did apologize for Viserion's death to your sister, but not to you personally. »Ah! Viserion. He wanted to talk about Viserion? She shook her head vehemently and put her hand to her heart.

« It wasn't your fault. His life was to end at this moment and I know he did his best to protect me....to protect you. I... I miss him every day, Jon, but we were fighting Death itself...I am just glad he now can finally rest in peace. » She took a deep breath and looked away from Jon so he wouldn't see the fresh unshed tears that formed against her eyes.

« I am sorry Bäahal...You've been different since then. » He did notice she was different since the loss of Viserion. The change was subtle, but it was there. Her brows were still knitted as she looked at him, feeling remorseful. « I can't help but feel responsible for it. »

« It isn't your fault. » She repeated as she moved her hand towards his. « I hold no grief against you. Besides, you survived, what more could I ask for? » She chuckled and patted the back of his hand. « You make my sister happy, I can see it. » A faint smile crept on her lips. « I can feel it in the way she's looking at you or the tone of her voice when she's talking about you. » She tapped the tip of her nose and then looked at their hands. « And this connection is important to me as well... »

« Princess... I didn't come here just to talk about Viserion. » His face, which lit up for a moment and allowed a smile to cross his lips, became stern again and he took a deep breath. « I am the bearer of grave news... »

« Is Lord Jaime Dead? » She instinctively asked, before she heard her words and blushed hard. « Nevermind if he's dead, right ?... » She quickly added but it sounded so fake that it left Jon perplexed for a minute.

« No. It has nothing to do with Jaime Lannister. »

Her question was out of pocket to say the very least. The way she asked it, the concern in her tone betrayed her true emotions. Jon wasn't stupid, he knew already that the princess was attached to their enemy in ways he couldn't understand. He knew she was forcing herself to accept the current situation they were in and her devotion to the queen was unquestionable. He just found it very unfortunate that the woman's first free choice was to fall onto their very enemy and someone he'd rather see dead than alive. She recoiled at the corner of the bed, feeling ashamed of her own outburst but unwilling to confirm it as being true, she quickly said.

« Then, please, tell me what it is about because I have no clue. You come here in the middle of the night, asking to talk to me? Is it something you haven't told Daenerys yet? » -Jon shook his head-

« She's aware of the situation. You were the second person I had to inform. »

« I see... I am listening, Jon. » She said, swallowing a lump. Her fingers fidgeted with the helm of her dress as she didn't know what to do with her hands. Jon cleared his throat and decided to say things as they were, without artifices.

«My brother Bran is a seer now. His visions revealed my true lineage. I am a Stark, believe it or not, son of Lyanna Stark...and.... » He paused for a second preparing himself to say the rest of his sentence but Bäahal beat him to it.

« Rhaegar Targaryen...You are a Targaryen as well... » She whispered, her eyes grew wider than before and she put her hand against the warm lips of hers. Jon was nervous, she could tell by his body language. He was tense because he didn't know how she would react. Daenerys accepted him, but he knew she needed time to adjust, especially since he potentially could claim the throne for himself. He assured the queen he wasn't looking for it and didn't want to sit on the Iron Throne and she seemed to believe him, which wasn't certain with Bäahal.

« Yes, I am. » Was all he could say.

Silence settled for what seemed an eternity. It wasn't per se, just a few seconds spent without a word said by any of them. Bäahal was staring at her sibling, her eyes still wide as a shock was washing through her whole being. It implied a lot, Jon being a sibling that was. For someone who had been a slave, a product of a violent act and an orphan at an early age, she found a sister in Daenerys and now a nephew in Jon Snow. Bäahal was one of the very first to accept Jon when he first came to Dragonspit. She believed him and convinced Daenerys to eventually listen to him. She was the first to show him support and while their relationship took a turn when Viserion died, she was fond of him still. She had always been from the moment they met and that strange connection she felt months ago was now justified, explained, understood. It was blood. Blood acknowledged blood and he was her kin.

« How did they name you? » She asked, her eyes now lit with a flame he had not seen before.

« Aegon...but I'd go by Jon because that's who I am. » He insisted, to which she nodded.

« Of course, Jon... » She stood up and walked towards him. He wanted to stand up but she shook her head and sat on her knees in front of him. She held his hands and smiled at him, a large and loving smile. Maybe one of relief.

« Are you... upset? » He asked, uncertain of how she took it. She seemed to be rather content with the news.

« No.. not at all... » She said with a smile. « Actually, I am very happy because my family keeps on growing. You are my brother, and because of the blood you share with Sansa, Bran, and Aria, they are my siblings as well...for someone who spent her life alone since mother died, I have found more than I could have asked for. » She leaned her forehead against his hands and pressed a few kisses on the back of them. « You're my family Jon. I accept you, I accept the news, I accept everything... » She unwillingly sobbing.

« You are as well... » He let out. « You've always been accepting of me from the start. I couldn't leave you in the dark since I learned the truth. You are family, always have been from the moment you accepted me. Now, things are just more...official. » She nodded and pulled away from his hands. « Please, your grace, do not cry. »

« Those are tears of joy, Jon... Tears of Joy. » She said as she wiped them off of her face and slowly stood back up. « I am grateful you decided to tell me the truth. Thank you. » The princess added while she wiped her tears away. Jon stood up and nodded.

« Of course. I couldn't keep you in the dark. Especially not when it's a family matter. I am relieved you chose to take the new well. I said to Dany that I wasn't challenging her, the Iron Throne doesn't interest me. I wanted to assure you that I would not try and take the crown from her. »

« I believe you Jon Snow... » She said with a smirk and gently patted his arm while she was busy wiping the tears off of her face. « Would you be so kind and leave my room so I can get myself back together? »

« Yes, I would. » He said as he walked towards the door. « But, princess...I believe we'll have to talk again. You don't seem to be doing very well. »

« War... what you see is the result of it. » She quickly said as she followed him to the door. « Let's make it a conversation for another day, Jon. »

« yes, let's make it so. » He said with a faint smile on his lips. He was concerned, she could tell by the way he was looking at her but he was relieved she chose to welcome him too and Bäahal wanted it to be the last memory of the night. Just when they were about to say goodbye, the princess pulled him into a hug, which first shocked him, and then made him smile. He wrapped his arms around her frame and planted a kiss on top of her head. « Goodnight Princess. »

« Goodnight Jon. » She said as she pulled away and closed the door behind her.

-TBC-

SoA : What now? -Jessica & Asma-

SoA: What now?

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« Jess..... » -Asma's voice echoed through the bedroom.-

« Yeah? C'mere. » -Jessica answered, she put her phone away for the time being, unwilling to let business be caught up by the one person they still agreed to protect from their shenanigans.

Reluctantly though, the red queen put the device away and welcomed a tired but happy Asma. She had kept her natural rich black hair color for a while now, and had styled them in heavy curls that framed her beautiful face. The change was progressive and subtle, but it was a testimony of how crazy things have been since Jessica had not noticed until today. Guilt crossed her face as Jessica watched Asma carefully close the door behind her. Since she returned, she tried to find a moment to sit with her sister and tell her what happened and why she couldn't text her back. She wanted to say she was sorry for going MIA and that she heard the toll her absence took on Asma but words just died at the back of her throat. She wasn't in a very pleasant situation. Half of her wanted to be truthful and honest with Asma, and she did tell her the truth, not the one involved with the club but her own truth, the knights, the jobs, the hustling she did.

Asma was at least, aware of who Jessica was, but she still kept some elements out of it, out of fear of hurting Asma or endangering her life. How could she properly say « Oh! By the way, I'm still in the business to this day. What happened with Oscar was not out of the ordinary for me. Ah! That's what it is. » It wouldn't fly well, especially since Tig refused to involve Asma into this part of his life just yet. It was safer to let her remain oblivious of the real activities of the club but Jessica knew Asma knew. They didn't need to spell it out to her, she did tattoo the new prospects, the crow eaters, and at some point, she even had to tattoo some of their enemies so she fucking knew. There was just a difference between knowing something and having someone confirm you were right and nobody wanted to confirm it, at least, not now. So Jessica didn't know how to tell the truth to her sister, despite her promise to do so.

« We barely had time together since you came back. » -Asma said, carefully laying her bag on the floor- « I was starting to believe you were avoiding me. » She joked, a heartfelt laughter crept out of her lips as she teased her sister.

« You know damn well I wouldn't even dare! » Jessica answered back,  laughing slightly off as she did avoid to be left alone with her. She was hoping that as the weeks went on and Asma would see Jessica was really back, she wouldn't need answers anymore. It was a gamble and she might have been wrong. Tension rose up in the air, from Jessica's side but from Asma's as well.

« I know. You better not be. » She grinned and crawled onto the bed. « There's something I wanted to show you. » Jessica lifted a brow and turned her head to Asma who was kneeling on the mattress. « Yeah, really. It's...It's...I don't know, better show you than babble. » She dropped her leather jacket on the bed and removed her tshirt in front of a very tense Jessica who for some reason was scared something bad had happened to her sister and she wasn't there to protect her. She was expecting bullet wounds or stabbing scars but instead, she found a massive piece inked on Asma's right flank. She blinked several times and shifted on her bed.

« Wait....what is... » -Asma sighed, searching for some strength to introduce her new piece to Jessica. « Wow...It's massive and gorgeous honey... » Was all she could say. The piece was indeed massive. It was a large skull with water lilies at the base of it, two pistols instead of the bones you could find on a pirate flag. A ribbon went from the left to the right and words were written inside of them. -

« If you look closely, where words are written, above the skull, you should read something. » -Asma was nervous, Jessica could tell by the way she was shaking. She moved closer to her sister and read the first words on the left. ' Alex Tig Triger & Asma « Bee » Triger' then in the middle was written 'Siempre' and on the right was written. ' Jessica & Jax & Opie '

« Asma... » Stunned. Jessica was stunned. She knew how important tattoos were to Asma and learned the history of each and everyone she had on her skin. They were a commitment. To have your name written on someone else's skin was even more than an engagement ring. It was more than just a promise. It was akin to signing on the devil's contract. It bound you, for all eternity to the person whose name was on your skin. Jessica sat back on the mattress and ran her hand through her chocolate hair.

« You don't like it? It might be too much, I could have it removed it you... » peak tension was reached. Jessica's silence was read as rejection by Asma who had been wondering for months if she should or should not write down Jessica's name. Her hazel eyes shifted from left to right as she shakily searched for her t-shirt so she could put it back on and leave. « I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. »

« No, wait, please. » Jessica grabbed her arm, forcing the other woman to stop and look at her with fear in her eyes. « Don't be sorry, how could you be sorry for something this beautiful? » But Asma wasn't calmed down, instead she started to sob and shake her head. Jessica gently ran her hand through her curls and planted several kisses on top of her head. « I'm sorry if I made you think I hated it. It's the opposite Asma. It's the opposite. »

« You're not mad? » Jess shook her head and pulled her into a hug.

« Are you kidding? You've just told me the biggest 'I fucking love you' anyone could say...I mean, besides Jax, I mean.. »

« I got you. » She sniffled and chuckled. « You are my family, you and PiePie and Jax...I love you guys...more than I can actually say. I know, I know that there are many things you are not ready to share with me. I know Tig doesn't want me to fully be clued in because he's scared for me. I know....but that doesn't mean I can't love you. I...You know...I'm alive today because of you Jessica. Not because you saved me from Oscar but because you saved me when we met. Meeting you changed my life for the best... »

« Oh, Asma...You always had ways with words, you know that? » She said, rubbing Asma's back to help her feel better. « I love you too...More than I can say. You deserve the world, you deserve...so much more. » -Her voice was strangled by emotion but she managed to contain it for both her sake and Asma. Learning that the tattoo artist wasn't upset she didn't tell her the truth was a relief, she felt it in the way she was breathing. « Has Tig seen this yet or not? »

« He hasn't. I am waiting a little bit before I show it to him. It's... it's huge. »

« Are you proposing to him? » Jessica's eye sparkled with interest and curiosity. She did read it right, Asma did take Tig's name in a « husband and wife way » which could only mean she was ready to fully commit herself to this relationship. It was so huge that it felt like a brick house fell onto Jessica's shoulders and she was left speechless. Both were. Asma was sheepishly looking at Jess and twirled a curl with her forefinger for a while before she finally answered.

« Yes... »

« GIRL !!!!! » Jessica threw her hands in the air, the shock too intense to actually say anything constructive. She couldn't believe her ears, let alone her eyes.

« I KNOW!!!! » Asma answered, unable to proceed with anything she had in mind. « I KNOW.....oh fuck! » She dramatically fell onto the bed. « I said it out loud now... »

« YOU SAID IT !!! OH MY GOD !! »

« What now? »

What was to come? For the time being none of them knew what to say, so they remained silent and got distracted when Winston started to cry outside of the bedroom. Saved by the bell, oh wait, the Dog!

-TBC-