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.