Doya shorts: Little distraction.

Oya braced herself and kicked  Dean's chest. He blocked the hit with his arms and pushed Oya away from him. She then launched herself at him with full force, but he managed to wrap his arms around her waist and throw her above his head, using her speed and strength against her. As soon as the hunter hit the mattress, she snarled and rolled on her side. She got on her knees, fast enough to watch Dean ready to launch a kick in her face. Oya managed to block his foot and move her arms.  She twisted his ankle and threw him on his back. She then quickly stood up and straddled Dean, pinning him to the floor.  He grinned at his wife and managed to free his right arm. The Winchester then wrapped it around her waist. Oya gently stroked his chest and let her hand rest against his cheek. 

"You're still sharp. I like it."

"I can be even sharper if you want." -He teased her- "Are we done training?"

"It depends on what you consider training, dickhead. I think that we can continue. I think we can absolutely continue to have a little bit of fun." 

As she was distracted, Dean took the opportunity to roll them over and switch positions with her. She grinned at him and lifted a brow. The truth was that Oya was no longer in the mood for a fight. In fact, the hunter was still thinking about Jake and their upcoming reunion. Deep down, she was well aware of how distant the brothers were and how reluctant both Dean and Jake were to share their feelings and warm up to each other. They cared for each other; that much was true, but they also did not know how to be different from what their father taught them to be. Both kept to themselves. Both cared deeply for the people they loved and considered family, but words would never be said. Attending one of his concerts should not require Dean to betray his personality, but she still worried that Jake might not want them to hang out with him for a day or two.

Dean noticed that his wife was preoccupied, given the little crease between her eyebrows. He nuzzled her neck and pressed kisses to her soft skin. He did not say anything, but Dean appreciated Oya's love and devotion to the family. He knew she wanted to keep them together and genuinely loved his brothers, Jake, Sam, and Castiel. He loved that she always checked in on them and made the first steps. This way, he would not have to think about it. This way, he could still be casual about it and pretend that it was her idea and desire rather than his own. This way, he would not feel awkward when he sees Jake and would not have to explain that he came because he cared for his brother. He grinned wider and nibbled on her neck again, distracting her from her worries. It worked. It really worked!

Klasma shorts; comfortable in her own skin

The witch ran her hand through her curly hair and pinched the bridge of her nose. She went through her grimoire, a book she had made herself. It was a compilation of spells she had learned over the centuries, with some that she had even invented in her spare time. The pink-haired woman ran her index finger over the pages of the book and licked her bottom lip. She remembered how desperate to find a way to lift her curse she was the first couple of centuries. She searched the whole world for a way to break it, but it never led to anything that worked. She was an immortal, and there was no way around it. She would remain an immortal until someone succeeded in taking her life.

She missed having a coven. She missed having the joy of sharing her knowledge. She missed this warm feeling she had knowing she belonged somewhere. She belonged to no one. She belonged to no....No! She belonged with Klaus! How could she think otherwise? At first, the witch thought that their encounter was a cruel joke of Fate. Klaus took a lot from her that fateful night, and for so long she was driven by her desire for revenge. Yet, upon meeting him a second time, things were vastly different. For the first time, she could connect to someone. For the first time, she didn't feel alone. For the first time in a very long time, she felt that she meant something to someone, and that feeling managed to fill the void she felt. There would never be a coven of witches for her, but she was fine with a coven of two. After all, it was Klaus and herm together against the world, wasn't it?

Pris: short: I wish we never met.

What would the world look like, Ayasha, had jealousy and ambition not devoured your soul? Would I have been loved properly, like you claimed you did? Would I have never been betrayed by your evil schemes? I wonder, sister, if in this other universe we would have been closer. I wonder, sister. Sometimes, the thought of seeing you again turns my blood into ice because I am scared. Deep down, I know it is fear that still lingers on my skin. How could it not when the culmination of your betrayal literally stabbed me in the heart? How could I not fear the impact of your sweet words on my mind? 

I know you would be very capable of turning my head upside down. I know you are fully able to make me lose the fire that is burning inside of me, and suffocate the agonizing cries for revenge that echo in my heart. Still, I wonder, sister, how sweet life could have been had you loved me. Rest assured, Ayasha, that as soon as this thought forms in my heart, I quickly squash it with extreme prejudice. If I were to be reborn, I wish we had never met. I wish we had never become sisters, and it is enough to fuel my hatred of you and my desire to destroy you with my own hands.

Windora shorts: bathtub

A bubble bath was supposed to help one relax. Lux could feel the warmth of the water and the satisfying sensation of the bubbles against her skin. She had her red locks tied in a messy bun and was looking at the ceiling of the bathroom. Her head was buzzing with so much information that she was having a hard time focusing on whatever was going on. She scolded herself for being distracted with lewd thoughts when she shouldn't have been. Still, the embarrassment she felt back then was nothing compared to the news the Hermit Vampire Dalmas Stejic revealed to her. Her intuition was correct; her father was indeed worried about them being in danger, and she realized that he was well aware of the source of the danger. If Dalmas Stejic was to be believed, she wasn't too far from the truth: a founding vampire was going after House Adora. 

She shut her eyes and sank a little deeper into the bathtub. Once the euphoria of finally having an answer to her questions subsided, worries began to settle in her mind. It was one thing to know that there was indeed a danger looming over House Adora. It was another to realize the level of such a threat. As suspected, it wasn't human, nor did it come from the supernatural world. They wouldn't dare to have a full-blown war against Vampires because there was too much to lose. Not only countless lives, but also the very fragile fabric of their societies. No. The threat came from inside! Dalmas Stejic calmly told her that in letters he received from members of the House, Roustain. Some of them were suspicious about the relics in Roustain's mausoleum. They believed that these relics didn't belong to their Sire and he would instead come back to lead them.  Fine! Fine! Fine! Say, these confessions were true. Founding Father Roustain was notorious for his hatred of Father Adora. If he wasn't dead, then that meant the situation was even worse than she thought it was. 

Fighting a vampire was something she believed would not be easy, but was clearly not impossible. Lux believed in her ability to fight and defeat any vampires she would encounter. She could take on any of them, but a founding father? That required a lot of planning. Sighing deeply, the redhead sank completely into the bathtub. What was she supposed to do with that information? She should talk to her father. yes! And she should...stay away from Jake? Ah Jake! yes! How could she protect Jake? She couldn't possibly take him to the vampire fortress. Could she willingly put him in such danger? Jake was capable, and he was a hunter. More than just a hunter, he was a Winchester.  He was a legendary hunter, with an addictive blood that could turn him into a living target if he set foot in the fortress.  Lux sat straight on the bathtub and sucked on her bottom lip. She simply couldn't imagine introducing Jake to the vampire society. They would eat him up, literally. They might devour him, or worse, they might want to turn him into a vampire just to spite both the Winchesters and Lux. Why wouldn't they? 

She furrowed her brows harder and squeezed the edges of the tub. Jake... her special human... She wanted to protect him. At this point in their relationship, she refused to give up on him. She wanted to see him, not just once or twice, but she wanted to see him often, more than often.. Always! Lux pinched the bridge of her nose and scrunched up her face. What should be her next move? First, she would have to return to see Jake again. She needed to see him and spend some time with him. And deep down, she realized that she needed to be comforted and to hug and cuddle Jake to get it. The vampire thought she should text her brother, Alceste, to inform him about what was happening and help him prepare their father for her announcement. She needed to prepare better because Aurelius would never accept the to hearing about her suspicions without any evidence from Lux. She had to know what to tell him to convince him that there was a serious threat that needed to be considered. She couldn't waste any more time. She had to keep moving. 

-TBC-

GoT (shorts): Faith

The princess's faith was akin to a sinuous river. She relied on her faith to keep her strength during her difficult years. Without it, she would have withered. Bäahal prayed for her mother, for as long as she could remember. She prayed for her good health when she was still a little child. She prayed for her mother when they both became slaves. She wanted her mom to survive the ordeals of slavery so they could escape together. She prayed for her soul when her mother was executed, hoping that in the afterlife she would be happy, healthy, and without any trouble or pain afflicting her. She prayed for Daenerys and her success in her endeavor for the crown. She prayed for Jaime when he left King's Landing, hoping for the Golden Lion to survive without his twin sister and the ushering of the new era. She prayed for the peasants and townfolk she protected during the siege, hoping that none of them would die from starvation. 

Had she prayed for herself? A few times, yes. She prayed for her survival and freedom. She later prayed the gods to protect her loved ones, because she didn't want to lose any of them, including Jaime Lannister. She prayed to be reunited with him when she spent months looking for him. She prayed for her survival during the siege, because she wanted to see Jaime again. She wanted to go back to him. No matter how fluctuant her faith was, Bäahal found herself returning to it when all hope was lost. It was a way to fuel her soul so she could keep pushing forward. it was a way for the princess to renew her motivation and to find the strength to move forward. So, today, on the anniversary of her mother's death, the princess was kneeling in her room, humbling praying to the gods to have mercy on her mother's soul and to take good care of her soul. She wished that if there was another life, they could meet again and be mother and daughter. 

KNY OC Yue Kurosaki

Yue Kurosaki (黒崎 ゆえ) is a major supporting character of Demon Slayer/ Kimetsu no Yaiba. She is a Demon Slayer of the Demon Slayer Corps and Sanemi's fiancée. 

黒崎 英 /    黒崎   華月 (ゆえ)

Yue Kurosaki

Characteristics 

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Height: 160 cm 

Weight: 60 kg 

Birthday: August 31st

Hair Color: White with red tips.

Eye Color: Crimson Red

Affiliation

Affiliation Demon Slayer Corps (Formerly)

Occupation: 

Demon Slayer

singer and dancer (Post-War)

Combat Style:  Iron Breathing

Personal Status

Relative(s)

Unnamed Biological Parents (deceased)

Unnamed Biological Brother (deceased)

Sanemi Shinazugawa (husband)

Kyogo Shinazugawa (Father-in-law deceased)

Shizu Shinazugawa (Mother-in-law deceased)

Genya Shinazugawa (Younger Brother-in-law deceased)

Sumi Shinazugawa (Younger Sister-in-law, deceased)

Teiko Shinazugawa (Younger Sister-in-law, deceased)

Hiroshi Shinazugawa (Younger Brother-in-law, deceased)

Shuya Shinazugawa (Younger Brother-in-law, deceased)

Koto Shinazugawa (Younger Brother-in-law, deceased)

Sanehiro Shinazugawa (Descendant)

Unnamed Descendant

Contents

1 Appearance

2 Personality

3 Abilities

4 Fighting Style

5 Equipment

6 Relatives

7 Battles

8 Trivia

9 Quotes

Appearance

Yue is a girl of short stature, with large and gentle eyes of red color that are framed by thick eyelashes, and lilac lips in contrast to her dark complexion. She has long, thick, white-red hair, braided into a single braid and fastened with a red leather thread. She has straight cut bangs, a straight fringe, and two loose, chin-length strands that curve downwards from above each of her ears.

Yue wears a slightly purple-tinted variation of the standard Demon Slayer uniform, consisting of a button-up jacket with a stand-up collar and long sleeves, featuring silver buttons and a shirt pocket on the left breast, with the kanji for Destroy (滅めつ Metsu?) engraved on the back of the uniform. Beneath the jacket, she wears a white long-sleeved, collared undershirt. The uniform is fastened at the waist with a white belt and includes a pair of matching tattsuke-hakama pants, which are wrapped at the calves with crimson kyahan. Draped over her uniform, she wears a long white haori with red circles. On her feet, he wears tabi socks that match the crimson tone of her uniform, along with white zōri sandals with white straps. 

Personality

At first, Yue was very aloof and silent due to the abuse she endured in her past before being adopted by the Kurosaki family. Born to an African mother and a Japanese father, who both died when she was 5 years old, she was shunned by society. Metis were rarely accepted into the Japanese society, even less when one of their parent was even more exotic than the European settlers who lived in the main cities.  Yue's parents tried to protect her to the best of their abilities, but she witnessed the racism her mother experienced daily and the humiliations both parents suffered from for daring to "breed".  Despite these hardships, Yue was very happy with her parents and wished to grow old so she could protect them. Unfortunately, a mob of furious villagers decided to kill them out of jealousy for this family that was thriving. Forced to become a street urchin, Yue learned to stop crying and to repress her emotions and desires to survive in the harsh environment she was forced into.  She begged in the streets and turned to theft to afford food. 

One day, a nice family of three was robbed while walking the streets to find a doctor for their fragile son, Kenshiro. She saved them from the robber, and the three of them invited her to a meal. They learned that she was an orphan living on the streets, and the Kurosakis decided to take her in and adopt the young girl. She grew up, a young and caring girl who loved her parents and young brother. They rose in fame and power and were able to give their children a good life and education. She met Sanemi Shinazugawa when they were still teenagers. He watched her protect the young Kenshiro, and she used her handkerchief to clean up the blood from a superficial cut on his forehead.  Unbeknownst to her, she later met with Sanemi and his father, who visited her family to arrange a marriage between her and Sanemi. After the parents agreed to the betrothal, she never saw Sanemi again. 

Her life turned upside down when their family was attacked by demons. She protected Kenshiro and sustained a lot of injuries until  Gyomei rescued both of them and killed the demons. He took the two orphans under his wing, and they became his trainees. Filled with an intense rage against demons for the deaths of her parents, both Kenshiro and Yue worked hard to enter the demon slayer corps. She undertook the Final Selection of her own volition to become a Demon Slayer, without consulting her superiors for permission, and passed the selection in flying colors, while protecting Kenshiro.  

Yue demonstrates extreme determination and hatred for demons. She turned her fear into rage and determination. Her mind was solely focused on killing demons and protecting her brother, Kenshiro. Deep down, Yue is a very soft and kind woman. She believes that humans can do good, like both sets of parents she had,  and do bad, like those who killed her parents. She is a good listener, brave, and easily admires new things she encounters. She's very curious about how the world would be without demons. Because of her traumatic childhood, she also plasters a lot of fake smiles because she refuses to look back and truly face her emotions.  Upon seeing Sanemi again, she recognized him and became closer to him once again, in a bid to fulfill the wishes of their dead family members. 

Abilities

Overall Abilities

Yue was the trainee of Gyomei Himejima, who had been personally trained by him in the art of combat. As such, Yue possesses extremely refined physical abilities, sharpened skills, and prowess that potentially mark her as a future member of the Demon Slayer Corps' Hashira. 

Indomitable Will: Like most Demon Slayers, Yue possesses an undaunted will and spirit, refusing to give up and die when fighting even the most formidable foes that defeated her masters and, later on, the Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji.

Physical Abilities

Enhanced Strength: Yue has attained incredible physical strength through harsh training. She can jump extremely high distances incredibly quickly, showing her incredible leg strength. In terms of arm strength, she can swing her katana at tremendous speeds incessantly without tiring. 

Immense Speed and Reflexes: Yue is extremely fast. During Rehabilitation Training, she could consistently outspeed Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and Inosuke Hashibira all at once before they mastered the Total Concentration: Constant (全ぜん集しゅう中ちゅう・常じょう中ちゅう Zen Shūchū Jōchū?). 

Immense Stamina and Endurance: Yue has incredible stamina and endurance. During the Infinity Castle arc, she could exert herself even farther than her limits and fight against powerful demons, being able to endure numerous attacks from even an upper-ranked demon. She can keep fighting despite the injuries that she had suffered from the fight and recover enough to then help in the confrontation against Muzan shortly afterwards.

Supernatural Abilities

Spatial awareness:  Yue has an exceptional sense of spatial awareness. She can know where her body is in space and where her body is in relation to other people and objects, and thus she can  navigate her surroundings with grace and ease. This allows her to make effective counterattacks and dodges and stay ahead of her opponents. 

Fighting Style

Master Swordswoman: As an immensely gifted individual, Yue is an incredibly powerful swordswoman with excellent proficiency with a sword, enabling her to slay demons since she was young, and face more dangerous ones, such as Upper Rank demons. Her combination of impeccably refined swordsmanship skills and sharply acute space awareness allowed her to fight against and clash toe-to-toe with an Upper Rank by herself for some time before Sanemi's intervention. She was also able to contribute to the battle against Muzan Kibutsuji, alongside her fellow Demon Slayers.

Breathing Style

Iron Breathing (てつ の呼こ吸きゅう Tetsu no kokyū?): A Breathing Style Kanao learnt and later mastered by simply observing Gyomei Himejima.

Stone Breathing (  岩いわの呼こ吸きゅう Iwa no kokyū )  A breathing style learned by Yue from  Gyomei Himejima. However, although Yue has learnt it, she was not as skillful with it and could not fight to her fullest using it. Thus, she developed Iron Breathing, a Breathing Style more suited to her, and can properly make use of her strengths.

Techniques

First Form: Harder than stone (壱いちノ型かた　石より硬い Ichi no kata: Ishi yori katai- The user performs a singular and powerful horizontal thrust.

Second Form: Punishment from the elders (弐にノ型かた　長老たちの罰Ni no kata: Chōrō-tachi no batsu)- The user lifts the sword upwards towards the right, above their head, and unleashes four vertical slashes at once down on the enemy, resembling iron batons.

Third Form: Like the master chefs (参さんノ型かた　名シェフのように San no kata: Mei shefu no yō ni) - The user unleashes a whirlwind of slashes around their body that can defend them from incoming attacks and slice up their surroundings.

Fourth Form: A thousand-knife dance (肆しノ型かた　昇千本のナイフのダンス Shi no kata: Senbon no naifu no dansu) - The user releases several slashes above them from below their target.

Fifth Form: Iron Shield (伍ごノ型かた　鉄の盾 Go no kata: Tetsu no tate) - The user rapidly moves their arms in circular motion to block any attack coming their way.

Sixth Form: The thousand cuts of the burning soul (陸ろくノ型かた　燃える魂の千の切り傷 Roku no kata: Moeru tamashī no sen no kirikizu) - The user rotates their body in an uppercut movement, creating a tornado of slashes.

Seventh Form: Divine punishment of the Iron Lady (漆しちノ型かた　鉄の女の天罰 Shichi no kata: Keifū - Tetsu no on'na no tenbatsu)- When the technique is unleashed, the user constantly bombards their opponent with multiple slashes and cuts from multiple angles stealthily. Finally, the user delivers an incredibly powerful horizontal slash, cleaving right through their opponent.

Eighth Form: Judgement of heaven by Iron's purity (捌はちノ型かた　金属の純度による天の審判 Hachi no kata: Kinzoku no jundo ni yoru ten no shinpan) - The user backflips into the air and, while upside-down, unleashes a powerful gust of circular wind that slashes apart anything below.

Ninth Form: The exalted (玖くノ型かた　高貴な者 Ku no kata: Kōkina mono) - The user activates her special ability and pushes herself to the extreme.  It's her own version of Tanjiro's transparent world, which allows her to be extremely aware of her surroundings and shortens the time of reaction.  It exhausts her faster than any other form she uses, but she's lethal and dangerous during the short window her power is activated. 

Equipment

Standard Nichirin Katana: Yue carries around a standard-sized and shaped Nichirin katana with a black blade that has a deep silver outline. Her katana's tsuba is shaped like a lotus, with a silver core and an overlapping red border to mimic her hair. The handle is red and wrapped in white cords, and it ends with a red kashira.  With her katana, Yue has a standard sword sheath that is a shade of deep gray with silver marks resembling drops of water on it.

Trivia

Her surname, Kurosaki, is composed of the Kun'yomi reading of the kanji for "Dark"(Deep mysterious and powerful energy) or  "Wise"  and the kun'yomi for "strength" (suggesting being able to overcome any obstacle).

Yue's given name is composed of the kanji 華, which means magnificent, and 月, which means moon. So her given name could be roughly translated as "magnificent moon".

So together, her name could be roughly translated as: "The Deep mysterious and powerful energy of the magnificent moon."

Yue's favourite foods are  pork cutlet and  Tuna Tataki. 

Yue's hobbies are cooking, dancing,  reading, singing, and watching fireworks.

Yue's mentor was Gyomei. She derived her Iron Breathing from his Stone Breathing.

Yue's born to an African mother and a Japanese father, resulting in her having dark-skin and textured hair when it rains/ it's damp. She suffered a lot of discrimination and violence when she was a child due to her being a metis, but always managed to keep a bright outlook on life.  Her kind heart led her to rescue and later be adopted by the Kurosaki family, only for her to lose them all to demons. 

Yue fell in love with Sanemi after spending time fighting by his side. She realizes that he's far more sensitive than he lets on and only acts tough and rough to protect those he loves. 

She survives the war against Muzan, but spends six months in a coma. One of the last things she said to Sanemi before fainting was that she was happy and proud to have been his betrothed and wished to meet him in another life and hopefully marry him. He stayed by her side until she recovered completely and the two married each other, thus completing their families' wishes, but also because they both genuinely love each other.

Kenshiro Kurosaki, her adopted brother, had always been frail and of fragile health. She always protected him from anything they encountered, fighting his battles and rescuing him from demons. As soon as he grew older and stronger, he vowed to protect Yue and died in her arms in a fight against an upper demon.

Quotes:

(To herself) "We promised each other that we would make sure no one suffers like we did. Kenshiro-kun... I will kill Muzan or die trying!"

(To herself) "I can't give up right now. I have to make everyone proud of me. Moms, dads.. Kenshiro, please  give me more strength."

(To Sanemi) "Shinazugawa-sama... What our parents decided for us when we were young, we don't have to go through with it. However, even if you decide to break off our engagement, I hope you will accept my blade. I want to fight by your side."

(To Sanemi) "Shina--Sanemi-sama. I... I consider myself lucky. In this life, I have seen the worst and the best of humanity. Humans hated me because I was different, because of the color of my skin...Demons wanted to kill me because I am human... yes, I suffered, but I also have been loved. I have been taken care of. I can say I had a good life!"

(To Sanemi) "Sanemi-sama. My heart is beating for you. I know, I know you don't feel the same for me, but I just wanted you to know that I have been honored to serve by your side. I wanted you to know that I love you, and I wish we had gotten married in this life. I hope in the next life we will meet again, and I will get to be your wife."

HUG Shorts: Always wanting you

Sara stretched her arms when she stood up from her bed. She looked at the blonde supe who had just entered the bedroom. Her head turned to have a better view of his face. It made her purse her lips into an appreciative grin, and she bit her bottom lip. Homelander was a man in his prime. She loved the fact that he was older than her; something about it turned her on and sent shivers down her spine. She loved the fact that he was mature, that age could be seen on his face when he smiled. Her eyes stared at his beautiful and perfect blonde hair. It looked like gold against her skin, and she loved to run her fingers through his golden locks. Her eyes averted from his hair to his eyes. They were an intense, uncanny blue, a color she knew was the result of the compound V running through his veins. They were the mirror of his soul, speaking of truths his mouth could hide, and they were beautiful.  Sara nibbled on her bottom lip as her eyes averted from his face to his chest. 

Homelander was perfection made flesh. There was nothing that could compare to his uncanny beauty. She licked her bottom lip, unable to resist the sight before her. He always made her wet. She couldn't help herself after all. From the moment they met, Sara had felt the cold shiver of fear and the hot shiver of arousal go down to her loins. It stirred up something from deep within, and the more she studied his naked chest, the more she wanted to set her hands on him. So she walked towards him and held onto his towel. A grin graced her features, and she slowly pulled on it. The supe could tell his girl was hot for him. She became hot and bothered as soon as he stepped into their shared bedroom.  He could feel she was genuine with him, a love stronger than the ugly truths about his past, stronger than those who tried to break them apart. He could smell her fear and her arousal mixed together in a delicious scent he was drunk with.  Sara grinned and slowly untied his towel, just so she could make it drop to his feet. 

Her black eyes grew wide as she saw his cock, and she sucked at her bottom lip and slowly ran her hand through her silky black locks. She didn't know how Homelander did it, but she couldn't resist him. She couldn't stop wanting him. Homelander cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. He flashed his wolfish grin and pressed his lips to her neck. The contact made Sara moan, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her knee pressed against his legs, and she gently pressed it against his cock. John groaned and nibbled on her skin. Sara closed her eyes briefly and ran her fingers through his blonde hair, and started to massage her scalp. He grabbed her by her ass and promptly lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cuddled John in a tight and warm embrace. She felt at peace; in a morning like this one, she was at peace. Homelander loved her. He wanted her. He made her feel safe, desired and wanted and it was priceless.