TB: Murderous rage

Sara tilted her head to the side, eyes wide open and turned purple as she stared at the screen. Her hand lay on her belly, and she squeezed her shirt as tightly as she could. What the hell was going on? On TV, she saw her estranged aunt Tabitha crying, surrounded by her children, Melanie, Charles, Kendra, and Ralph. They were holding family pictures and portraits of Sara as well as signs where they wrote "We love you, Sara." and "Forgive us, Sara." They were claiming Sara abandoned her family, that once she became a supe, she rejected those who cared for them, and went as far as to say that Sara refused to come back to their family despite their best efforts. The supe started to shake and gritted her teeth. These bastards, how could they slander her on TV? How could they try to force her hand in giving them money? All of them, she hated all of them, and without even realizing it, everything in her room, except for her, started to float. 

Her eyes became even brighter the more she dug her fingers into her flesh. The same desire from when she was 18 started to suffocate her. The same urge to kill those bastards when they were laughing and insulting her when she tried to reconcile with them. The same disgust that grew in her loins and threatened to spill out like poison was slowly starting to suffocate her. The journalist who was interviewing them was known for scandals. Chet Miller called himself a trash journalist because he always sniffed around unsavoury situations, and he knew that with all eyes on her, Sara was a prime target. The supe closed her eyes, and all the furniture suspended in the air fell and broke on the floor. Sara did not care. How could she care when her whole body was yearning for murder?  How could she when traitors were spewing nonsense and hatred on TV for all to see? Flashbacks filled her mind. Memories of her constant abuse came back to her, and Sara ended up screaming. Her powers destroyed the TV, and she fell to her knees. 

She ran her hand through her silky black locks and wiped the tears that soaked her face. Why was she crying again? Why was she crying for them? Sara could not stop herself from crying. All she could think of were the years spent at the orphanage. All she could think of was the nights spent crying herself to sleep and trying to protect herself the best she could. All she could think of was her cousins' faces filled with disgust and her aunt's filled with rage at her sight. They blamed her for her parents' deaths, but they also blamed her for being different. They called her Satan's child. They called her all types of names and laughed at her attempts to reunite with them once she aged out of the system.  When Sara rose to fame and became a megastar, they were giving interviews, calling her a slut, the whore of  Babylon, and someone who was collecting blood money. They accused her of drinking the blood of her fans, and AND NOW? And now that the aunt had cancer, they were playing the victims and were trying to force Sara's hand into helping them. 

Her angry groans gradually turned into laughter. How absurd this situation was. Her parents saw in her not the child but what they could get from her. Fame and money. They abused her and allowed others to do the same in hopes it would activate her powers or make her stronger. They were hoping Sara would make them rich and help them escape their ridiculous financial situation.  Her extended family was no different. They discarded her when they did not need her, left her to rot at the orphanage, and later on, the fend for herself, and now that they needed help, suddenly they remembered her existence. Same as Brett... same as all those assholes who thought that they could control her, use her.... and abuse her.  Brett.... a couple of days ago, he attacked her and all the people working for her label. A couple of days ago, he opened a wound she thought was closed off by now, and he reactivated her fight or flight response. He could have taken her that day, if it wasn't for Ryan trying to help her and for so many people who could identify him.  He could have... and if he succeeded, what would have been of her? Sara's face was soaked with her tears, and despite doing her best to wipe it all off with the back of her hand, it was useless. 

So the laughter turned into sobs, once again, as she wondered if her life was to be miserable like this until the day she died. Why would it be? Why would it be when she was dating the most powerful man in the world? Homelander always protected her, except for the days he was busy with the Boys. He always made sure she was alright and had some protection with her at all times, but Brett's attack proved to be too powerful for the supes he tasked with her protection. With Homelander and Ryan, she found people who wanted to protect her. She found people who cared about her, and for the first time in a long time, Sara realized she didn't want to put them in danger. She had to become stronger. She had to be able to protect Ryan as he was still just a child. She had to be stronger, and slowly but surely, Sara's cries turned into laughter once again and quickly became filled with rage as she focused her attention back onto her family. Obviously, she could not let them slander her in public without retaliating, and she would do so. She was keen on leaving them alone, on ignoring their very existence, but now that they tried to run her through her mud? Oh, Sara had no pity left. 

She would first destroy any credibility left, and if they tried to push their luck, she would kill them with her bare hands. Yes! She would kill them, using her powers to either make it quick or prolong their suffering. As determination was flooding her veins, Sara's eyes shone brightly, so much so that she was hovering above the floor. They would pay for everything, for her parents, for the orphanage, for Brett and Tara, and for their own actions towards her. They would pay, and she would bathe in their blood. Her eyes grew wide a wave of purple energy went through her room, effectively destroying it further.  A flick of her wrist and the door opened, allowing her to fly out of the room and towards Vaught Tower. Sara's mind was now pure anger, and the only way she could release some of the tension was through the use of her powers or sex, and right now, the use of her powers seemed the more appealing idea. She was craving violence. She needed violence. She needed justice...No... She needed revenge. 

-TBC-

Lux TV tropes

Most Recent History:

After meeting with Jake, Lux encounters Dalmas Stejic, a hermit scholar who dedicated his life to protecting the memory of his people.

TROPES ASSOCIATED WITH Lux Adora

• The Determinator: She isn’t the type to give up on wanting something. When she sets herself a goal, she will never give up. She displays this determined behavior concerning her family, and she will do everything to keep them safe, even if she puts her life in danger.

• The Dreaded: Lux is known to be very powerful. She is the descendant of the first vampire in the world, and this special blood makes her far more powerful than most vampires. Only the founding fathers and very old vampires can overpower her,

• Action Girl: Comes with being a vampire.

• Action Girlfriend: She is a powerful vampire who will stop at nothing to protect her hunter boyfriend.

• Affectionate Nickname: Lux Adora, Cara, Madam (when horny)

• Affirmative Action Girl: Well, she is an African vampire.

• All Girls Want Bad Boys: Inverted. Jake is not a bad boy, but he has a dark side to him that attracts Lux.

• All-Loving Hero: Averted BIG TIME! She could not care less about humans or other supernatural creatures. 

• Arranged Marriage: Averted. She refuses to marry anyone but Jake Winchester and rejects all the suitors she is introduced to.

• Author Appeal: With the cleavages and legs porn

• Anti-Hero:  Lux is not going out of her way to save humans; however, she would protect them when Jake decides to do it, mostly because she wants to protect Jake. 

• Battle couple: With Jake Winchester.

• Berserk Button: Don't EVER threaten/hurt children or her beloved Jake Winchester.

• Blue Blood: She is the descendant of the first vampire to ever exist and has been turned into one by Aurelius Adora, a member of the most powerful vampire family.

• Break the Cutie: Ultimately, her backstory is this. When she was human, she lost her child and her family at the hands of invaders. She lost her first love in a gruesome assassination by his rival and nearly committed suicide. She is hated by her fellow vampires, who request that she not fully transform in their presence.

• Brutal Honesty: Lux doesn't seem to shy away from spilling the truth, and she is rather blunt and frank. She can’t lie anyway.

• Boobs of Steel: She is known for her really large breasts.

• Broken Bird: see Break the cutie.

• Character Tics: Lux tends to hide behind her hair when she is blushing or embarrassed. 

• Color-Coded Eyes: Her crimson eyes and her black sclera, courtesy of her vampire nature.

• Dark and Troubled Past: See Broken Bird.

• Dark-Skinned Blonde: She is a black woman with vibrant red hair.

• Deadpan Snarker: Lux isn’t above snapping. She pulls no punches either.

• Dating Catwoman: In her case, it’s dating Jake Winchester.

• Deadpan Snarker: Almost every single time she wants to mock/call out someone.

• Despair Event Horizon: The night of her transformation into a vampire, she was running away from invaders after watching her family die at their hands and fighting for her life. She lost everything and even took lives to save hers. After a while. She did not want to remain human anymore and wanted to forget her past.

• Don't You Dare Pity Me!: Has moments of incredible defensiveness and self-loathing, and if you try to show her sympathy, she tends to lash out. 

• Family of Choice: She chose to become Aurelius Adora's daughter and is faithful to House Adora.

• Fatal Flaw: She has a tendency to put herself in danger for the sake of others. 

• Goal in Life: To be accepted by the vampire society and, later on, to live quietly with her family and her soul mate. 

• Good Is Not Soft: Her pride sometimes makes her prone to a quick temper tantrum that usually ends up with verbal jousts with her partners/friends/family.

• Guy Magnet: Hinted at. Given her godly looks, she does attract a fair share of men and women in both the human population and the others.

• I Am a Monster: She is a vampire and has no qualms about killing.

• Living Emotional Crutch: To Aurelius and Alceste. She is the glue to their family. 

• Love Hurts: She is capable of doing anything to protect those she loves. She even considered suicide to join her late lover. 

• Love Hurts: She is dating an enemy of her kind, and to add some more stress to it, he comes from an infamous family of hunters, the Winchesters. Loving him is definitely about to break her heart.

• Lust Object: Many men and women had lusted after her, and thus even when she was still human.  

• Memetic Sex Goddess: In-Universe — and out of Universe!! People just can't help falling for her.

• Ms. Fanservice: She wears very revealing outfits.

• Morality Pet: Jake (sic) serves as her Morality Pet. He truly helps her retain some sanity and break her self-destructive behavior when she starts to take that road. 

• Most Common Superpower: Lux Adora was never exactly under-endowed.

• Not Quite the Right Thing: She makes many of these types of decisions —She almost stepped into the sun because of her heartbreak over her late lover. She also fell in love with a Winchester. 

• Not so Above It All: Despite all she's been through, Asma is touch-deprived and seeks companionship.

• Official Couple: With Jake Winchester

• Older than They Look: Looks to be around her 30s, but is actually over 2000 years old. She owes it to her vampirism.

• Sassy Black Woman: More subtle than most, but she's extremely imperious and willful and has been known to make more than a few sharp remarks, at friends and foes alike.

• Secret Public Identity: Inverted. She is a vampire. That part of her identity is only known to other vampires, but humans are oblivious to it.

• Second Love: Jake Winchester.

• Sympathetic Murder Backstory: Her backstory has her family killed by invaders.

• Tragic Dream: Lux is so desperate to be accepted by the vampire society that she is willing to endure humiliation after humiliation just to fit in. She is

• Trauma Conga Line: Oh dear. Lux has endured so much pain, loss, and tragedy in her life. See Broken Bird.

• The Unfavorite: Lux is hated by the vampire community. They fear and resent her for her power. They hate her true form and demand she never appear fully transformed before them.

• Will Not Tell a Lie: She considers that there is no reason for her to lie, especially after being as old as she is. So she tells the truth and doesn't embarrass herself with lies. 

• World's Most Beautiful Woman: Her beauty is certainly uncanny, and she is recognized as an otherworldly beauty. 

Ada Palmer - Gachiakuta Oc

Ada Palmer

Characteristics 

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Height: 178 cm 

Weight: 60 kg 

Birthday: August 31st

Hair Color: Silver

Eye Color: Gold

Affiliation

Affiliation Cleaners

Occupation: Cleaner

Personal Status

Relative(s)

Unnamed Biological Parents (deceased)

Enjin (boyfriend)

Place of birth: Ground

Vital Instrument: A Pot lid called Ngińa  [which means Strong in Douala] 

Contents

1 Appearance

2 Personality

5 Equipment

6 Relatives

8 Trivia

9 Quotes

Appearance

Ada is a curvy woman of average stature, with large and gentle eyes of gold color that are framed by thick silver eyelashes, and red lips in contrast to her black skin. She has long, thick, silver hair with two heart-shaped buns with two long pig tails, and the lower half of her hair that falls freely and reaches under her buttocks. Her hair is parted on the side and falls a little bit on her right eye, and two loose, chin-length strands that curve downwards from above each of her ears.

Her outfit consists of a black bikini top exposing her large bosom, underneath an oversized jacket as part of her Cleaners' uniform, which has the cleaner's logo stamped on her right arm and is left open to expose her torso. She wears a baggier version of the beige pants held by a large black belt, holding one knapsack on her back, holding her Full Face. She also wears a black backpack where she keeps her Jinki.  And finally, she wears flat-heeled boots for footwear, which helps her move with ease and fast during a fight. Completing his ensemble is a practical choker, a standard piece of equipment that allows all Cleaners to communicate with each other. A blue and silver tattoo adorns the small of her back.

Personality

Ada presents herself as a very professional and serious woman. She is devoted to her job and takes it very seriously. To those who don't know her well, she can come off as aloof and perhaps mean and unreadable to others, but as soon as they get to know her, she relaxes around them. She quips and banters a lot, and always tries to keep the atmosphere light and pleasant, and part of her is genuine. Deep down, however, she's traumatized by the death of her parents.

She craves connections and affection, but since every person in her life, save for her parents and the cleaners,  has betrayed her or strayed away, she is very aloof and scared of being hurt again.  She hides her insecurities through her quips and banter, but her eyes are full of melancholy and sadness. Ada is a sweet person with a lot of love to give, but not enough people who can receive it. 

She's very stubborn and determined to prove she is the one who can protect others.  When push comes to shove, she can read you to filth and can be straight-up mean to others.  

Abilities

Overall Abilities

Ada is a very skilled Cleaner, able to fight multiple Trash Beasts at the same time while handling her shield with dexterity and versatility.

Indomitable Will: Like most Cleaners, Ada possesses an undaunted will and spirit, refusing to give up and die when fighting even the most formidable foes. She will never give up.

Enhanced Strength: Ada possesses immense brute strength, easily wielding her Vital Instrument with the strength of one arm and killing giant Trash Beasts with a single strike.

Enhanced Speed: Ada has demonstrated extreme agility and speed in combat, decapitating multiple Trash Beasts in a pack at once. 

Vital Instrument:

Ngina: Ada carries a silver pot lid on her back. When used, it triples in size. It has sharp edges and, when thrown, can cut through trash beasts and anything. It can also be used as a shield and acts as a concussive tool when needed.

Tumbling Weed: Ada throws her shield like a boomerang. It cuts and slashes anything it comes in contact with.

Tower of Babel: Ada's shield grows even bigger in size, and it can protect at least a dozen people, but it takes a lot of energy from her and could kill her if prolonged too long.

Trivia

Ada's favourite food is pork.

Ada's hobbies are cooking, dancing,  reading, and singing.

Ada fell in love with Enjin after spending time fighting by his side. She realizes that he's far more sensible despite his rough edge and shortcomings. She fell for him hard but waited for a while before she told him.

Likes: Babies, cooking, sex

Dislikes: Perverts, cockroaches, scammers

Quotes:

(To herself) "Spherites like to think that they are above us in all senses of the word, but the truth is, just like the rest of the world, they are trash. And trash needs to be taken care of."

(To Enjin) "What's a life well-lived? I think it is when you are remembered. I want to be remembered, so please, make sure you don't fucking forget about me."

I hate you Dad

 You disguised yourself, stood on a pedestal of your own making, and blinded us with your fake light.

A creature of the night, a vile soul pretending to be made of Light, you paraded with pride all our lives.

And we believed it because there was no other way for us to be, after all, didn't we all come from you?

You disguised yourself, preaching to your personal choir, as if you were righteous, yet fed us lies.

We fell for it hook, line, and sinker, every damn time, because we could not question your actions.

We could not doubt your words; we could not think for ourselves because your word was law.

Your word was truth, and we grew up thinking you would never lie to us.

How pathetic it is, come to think of it!

How pathetic you are, come to think of it!

When you build your life based on lies, like a sandcastle at the beach, it is not meant to stand tall.

Little by little, the truth will come out and erode your fortress, brick by brick, step by step.

Your carefully crafted persona will come undone, and your lies will fall apart.

How could you do this?

How could you lie to us?

How could you lie to her?

You built your family on a foundation made of lies. Nothing is stable, nothing will ever last.

The naked eye will see you just as you are, a monumental ego, inflated by self-soothing delusions.

You think you are grand, but you are nothing more than dirt under my boot and void into my heart.

You disgust me!

You make my skin crawl.

You make my blood boil!

My anger is suffocating me, anger for the years we lost, trusting our lives in your hands.

I want to rip you apart with my hands, but it would be best to ignore the likes of you.

You thrive with attention and admiration, so I decided to deny you both and look at you like you did to me.

With disappointment in my eyes and a frown that will never cease to crease the space between my eyes.

With disgust at the simple mention of your name. I never had peace growing up because you were a threat.

You were the sword of Damocles dangling on top of our heads, a promise of punishment for each mistake made, and a soul that was never satisfied, no matter what we did.

You were, but not anymore. Just like you used to regret having me as your kin, I will regret having you as mine.  

I will do even better as I will move on.

A life fully lived, basked in the light and glory of the truth.

A life worth fighting for, one you denied me a long time ago.

See? I don't need you anymore.

Actually, I never did, and you never were there anyway.

See? I don't see you anymore.

I chose to make peace with my past, and I will turn every piece of it you are involved in.

I don't forgive you, but I am letting you go.

Everything, my anger, my hatred, my disappointment...

Ultimately, I will let go of everything because you do not deserve another minute of mine.

I don't forgive you, but I am letting you go.

I am letting you go!

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 Yue 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. 

Colby Shorts: Poisonous memories.

Mary swallowed a lump and rubbed her arms together as the chilly wind blew over her. Her green eyes looked in the distance, admiring the beautiful sunset. She woke up with a heartache that lingered until sunset, leaving her perplexed, as there was no apparent reason for her to feel this way. Tommy Shelby was home, after all. He came back and was deeply involved in their little family life. He was giving her his utmost attention in the midst of a hectic couple of months. The brown-haired woman put her hand against her chest and squeezed the fabric between her fingers. Today was a familiar day... And the more she racked her brain to find the answer to her question, the stronger her heartache became. It was a familiar day, so why did she feel melancholic?  It suddenly dawned on her. Today was her wedding day to her ex-husband, Carter. 

She could see herself, frail and heavily pregnant, scared yet hopeful because she was about to marry a man who claimed he loved her. What did she know about love when she was still a child? She was too young to realize that marrying a man twice her age under these circumstances was wrong. She was too young to realize that this man was using her. He was preying on her youth and innocence. He was using her good heart and naivety. A pervert who married a 15-year-old girl he defiled and impregnated when she was just 14. A pervert who doubled as a liar because he pretended he was disabled and unable to work, when the whole time he was just a lazy man. A pervert, a liar, but also a coward who didn't go to war on a false excuse. He didn't tell her about his gang affiliation and the money he owed them. He even ran away from both the delivery and the funeral of the child they had.  How come the memory came back to her after all these years? She dutifully snuffed out any memory she had of her dead husband. How miserable her life was before she met Tom. How miserable she was! 

She grew up thinking she was forsaken by God! How could she not, when the nurses kept repeating nobody wanted her? Her father died at the hands of God. Her mother was the very one who left her at the orphanage, and the nurses? OH, they had to wash the "black" off of her skin. Mary knew that if Tommy knew about these old racist hags at the time, he would have punished them. He would have found a way to protect her from their whips and psychological torture. He would have protected her! Her heart sank in her chest, and she wished she had never gotten married to Carter. She wished she never had to suffer at the hands of that man and instead spent more time by Tom's side. A blink, and suddenly, a couple of tears just ran down her cheek. It snapped her out of her thoughts, and she took a deep breath.  She endured, but she came on top of it. Today, her husband was dead, and all the pain he brought her was behind her. Today, she was safe and loved. Tommy wasn't a man of many words, but he showed his genuine affection with actions. She knew he loved her even if he had never directly said those words. She knew, and that was what truly mattered. Mary smiled through the tears and rubbed her arms together. 

Life was better now that Tom was in her life.

Life was better because Tom was in her life. 

Klasma: A bad encounter

Before handling Elijah, the witch wanted to close her shop. After all, becoming Klaus's companion implied she would never return to Mystic Falls, and she had to give up on the life she used to lead. The witch agreed with the terms. After all, what exactly did she have to protect here? She opened up her shop but never made meaningful connections here. She was, for lack of better words, akin to furniture inside a house.  Well, not exactly.  She still struck an odd friendship with the resident witch: Bonnie Bennet.  The relationship remained superficial, as Bonnie suspected she was a witch, but never received confirmation (and frankly, never had the time to investigate, given how messy her life was). The others only saw her shop as a convenient meeting spot, so leaving would not put them in distress. Nëela was certain they would not even notice that she was gone. 

One of them did. Damon Salvatore. He had always kept his distance from her since she settled in Mystic Falls. He watched Stefan talk to her, out of concern for Elena, but also because he could smell that she was powerful and a supernatural creature. He wanted to assess her threat, but realized over the years that there was nothing to worry about the apothecary at the corner. However, that vanished the day the witch met with Klaus. That day flagged her as more dangerous than she looked for both brothers, and while Stefan tried a direct approach, Damon remained in the darkness to observe her from afar.  He noticed that she remained the same, aloof, not really caring for the Salvatore brothers, unlike the rest of the lot, who seemed to be attracted to them like moths to a flame. She was living her own life, and perhaps that was the bit that really drew Damon towards her. He tailed her one day, when she made herself very pretty and went on a date that never happened with Klaus. Her genuine upset reaction caught him off guard so much that he decided to keep following her.  Did she fall for the monster? Could it be that someone could genuinely love someone who caused so much pain as Klaus? If there was a chance for the Original, maybe there was some for him? 

"Leaving us so soon?" -He walked into the shop, unannounced. It made her gasp, and she turned around to face him-

"So soon? If you knew me, then you'd know I have been around for years. There's nothing for me here, so I'm leaving."

"What a shame! Bonnie really liked this place." 

"She will find another. I've met a very curious vampire a while ago. His name was Stefan Salvatore. I heard there were two brothers, and since you're as curious as he is, I assume you're Damon Salvatore?" -She knew who he was; she saw him interact with Elena and the gang. Of course, it was Damon, and he knew she was bullshiting by pretending not to know who he was. He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. The witch pushed her sunglasses up her nose and lifted a brow. 

"Guilty as charged. I am Damon. I have a question to ask, and I hope you will give me an answer."

"It depends on what you ask, but please, try me."

"I know you're a supernatural creature. I just couldn't figure out what you were. Care to tell me?"

"Will you stop stalking me, Damon?" -She asked, bemused. He lifted both arms and chuckled at her words. Would he? Perhaps he would, perhaps he wouldn't. He was just itching to know what she was and why Klaus seemed to gravitate around her-

"I can promise I will try." -She rolled her eyes and chuckled at his answer.-

Well, if she were to believe all the intel she got from observing Elena and the gang, he was too busy wrapped up in his drama to eventually try to find her again. So she decided to bite the bullet and reveal her true nature to him. Slowly,  the witch removed her glasses, which revealed her closed eyes as she wanted to be dramatic. Damon crossed his arms against his chest and waited for her to open her eyes. The uncanny gold color took him by surprise, and he was left with a clenched jaw and a piercing blue stare full of incomprehension. How could she have eyes like this? They weren't typical of vampires. They weren't even typical of the Originals. The only creature he saw with eyes like these was Klaus, but only because he was a hybrid. He looked at her with eyes wide open and growled at the sight of this little witch's uncanny gaze.

"You look as if you've seen a ghost, Damon. Ahah!" -She laughed and put both hands on her hips- " I am sure that you're wondering what I am, so let me tell you." -She closed the distance between them but stood a couple steps away from him- "I am not a vampire." -She cleared that one question he had- "I'm not a werewolf- "Another option cleared- "I'm not human either" -She grinned- "I am a witch. A cursed witch, so I can't really identify as a witch anymore."

"Then what are you?"

"A cursed soul and a badass!" -She chuckled and put her sunglasses back on her nose.- "Now now, I have given you exactly what you requested from me. You can now leave." -She shrugged-

"What's your deal with Klaus?"

"And why should I answer you? Oh, let me guess, are you afraid that I'm plotting with  Klaus against you?" -She laughed and shook her head- "Lighten up, Damon! Not everything is about your family. I know who Klaus is. We have... History. All I want is to leave Mystic Falls and hopefully never return."

"You didn't like the town, uh?"

"Oi... It's none of your business, Damon. I'm not going after you or Elena and her gang. I'm just trying to get out of here as fast as possible. So let me finish and I'll be out of your hair."

Damon snorted. She had never been in his hair. As a matter of fact, she was never in their business. Damon knew that the witch was minding her own business, always kept to herself, and never made a fuss. She was so discreet that had it not been for Bonnie and her two other friends gravitating around the golden-eyed witch. Still, Damon knew from experience that he couldn't trust anyone, especially not supernatural creatures, because they tended to lie and have ulterior motives.  She was a bit different, brash, genuine, and salty. He realized that she was not lying and had no reason to.  He stroked the tip of his nose and grinned. 

"You're not in my hair, darling. But yes, I'll keep an eye on you. If I see you with Klaus, trying to come at my family and friends, I'll become nasty. You know that, right?"

"And I'll ask you one more time, do you really think that you're the center of the world? I don't care about you and your posse. I don't think Klaus cares either, but I won't speak on his behalf. What I know is that we're getting out of here, and I hope we don't cross paths anymore. Now, shoo!"

Damon gave her a bitter chuckle and slowly but surely walked back. He didn't want to fight because there was no reason for him to try it that night. She was determined to close her shop for good, and she even went as far as to reveal her true nature to him. He couldn't exactly ask her for more than this, so he simply didn't. Instead, he left the shop, now convinced that Nëela was dangerous. Damon was determined to watch her until she left Mystic Falls, and he was certain they would hear more from her simply because she was associating herself with Klaus, and Klaus was trouble.  He was always "trouble".

-TBC- 

Doya: Distant memories

Oya sat on the edge of the bed she was sharing with Dean. He was sleeping next to her, but she knew that it was never a deep slumber. Dean was always on high alert, and the slightest noise would wake him up. The hunter tried to make the least noise possible, so her husband wouldn't wake up. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts. She stopped at Jake's name and bit her bottom lip. Should she text him? This late at night? Oya tapped her thigh with her fingers and texted Jake. 

[Text: J: Hey, J! I saw that you're on tour right now! Congrats!!! If you're still touring when our honeymoon is over, I'll see you. Jake, I haven't seen you in a while, and I miss you. Let's try and meet soon, okay? O.]

She sent the text and crossed her legs under the sheets. The shift on the bed managed to wake up Dean, who rolled on his side to have a good look at his wife. His emerald eyes stared at the young woman, and he lifted his brow.  He knew she was restless and had been for several nights in a row, so he took it upon himself to ask her what was going on. 

"Hey! You either don't sleep at night or you wake up in the middle of the night. Are you okay?"

"MMMhhhh... Kinda. I've been missing Jake lately. I usually managed to attend one of his concerts when I go on solo missions, but I haven't seen him, and I miss his music." -She sighed, one big heavy sigh that meant she wanted to say more.-

"Come on, O. Spit it out. You know what he's been doing lately." -He knew she was his biggest fan, of course, she would know what he was doing.- 

Dean was right, Oya knew how Jake was doing. She was a fan of his work, had been for a very long time. Of course, she wanted to follow his career and would hound social media just to keep tabs on him. Dean knew she was genuine in her love for Jake's music. She listened to his Eps when they were driving. She knew the lyrics by heart. She always praised Jake's voice out loud on random occasions. Dean knew she felt joy when she was listening to him, and he knew that she would always make sure to know what was going on with Jake. 

Dean didn't keep tabs on his brother, but he knew that if Jake ever needed some help, he would come to him. Could he blame the guy for keeping some distance from his siblings? They've been through this with Adam when the latter showed up. Unlike with Adam, however, Dean and Sam tried to treat Jake better than they did their late brother. Still, there had been some distance between the brothers because Jake was doing his best to stay clear of the supernatural world. Jake eventually kept in touch with them, mostly through Oya, but he didn't call or visit them often. Dean furrowed his brows and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist. Oya gave him a soft grin and ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. 

"Yes! He's been on tour with a serious name in the business! Owen Ryan! Jake's staying at hotels now. He's also enjoying a bigger audience, and I've read some comments online about how good he is and how good-looking he is, too. I just want to see him again! I know we're on a honeymoon, but... Can we meet him?" -She gave him a puppy gaze and a little pout as she asked her question.-

"So that's why you've been restless lately? You want to see my brother?" -Oya nodded and bit her thumb- "And you want us to interrupt our honeymoon so you can see him?" -She nodded frantically before a light chuckle escaped her lips- "You're a very unserious person, Oya."

"Don't be unfair, Dickhead!" -Oya pouted again and gently hit Dean's shoulder. He chuckled and leaned his cheek against her thigh- "In all seriousness, I miss Jake very much and I would like to see him again. We're not working a case, so we wouldn't bring him troubles!" 

"You know damn right that it's not true. Wherever we go, there's always trouble. Jake won't like it, but since my Missus said she wanted to see him, who am I to deny her?"  -Her face lit up and she resumed stroking his hair-

"Thank you. I know you're not super close, but... I also know that he cares about you, and I am sure that he will be pleased to see you care about him too, especially when he's reaching a new milestone."

Oya wanted to support Jake's career in the best way she knew how. She always bought his EPs, always attended his concerts, and made sure to actively contribute to the fandom online. It was the best she could do as a fan. It was the least she could do as "Family". In truth, Oya was mostly doing it selfishly as Jake's sister-in-law. She knew that they would not be able to see each other as often as she wished they did. She knew they couldn't have a proper relationship as it was something unheard of in the "hunting community". Hunters rarely got to have families, and those who tried to do so were aware of the possibility of either losing their children or making them orphans. Hence, very few hunters actually tried to have families. 

The Winchesters were one of the very few families still alive, and if Oya was very honest with herself, she would even talk about a Dynasty of hunters starting at the moment the Men of Letters existed. Oya even joked with Dean about how she was certain they had an ancestor even older, clearly establishing the Winchesters as a long line of hunters, perhaps the only one in America. Yet, did it really matter? She realized that it didn't quite matter how long and how prestigious the bloodline was because to her, all she saw were Dean, Sam, and Jake. All she saw were the brothers and her family. Anything else was just white noise. The truth, however, was that they were a family, and because it was rare for hunters to have one, she cherished the bond she shared with Team Free Will and Jake. 

"There could only be you to think about doing something like this. I have to say, it's a good thing, O."

"Ah! Sincereity from the Elder brother!" She chuckled and let him unwrap his arms from around her waist to slowly sit on the bed.- "I'm joking! I know.... I know what you're trying to say. I'm just glad to do it for the sake of our family. It's going to be alright! Jake will be happy to see us, and we'll have a good time listening to him. There won't be any case, and if there is, we'll take care of it together. I feel relieved. I wanted to ask a while ago, but I didn't realize just how much I was missing him until tonight."

"I'm glad you asked." He cupped her cheek with his large calloused hand and pressed a kiss to her lips- "Now maybe you will be able to sleep? I'm exhausted."- He teased her while rubbing the tip of his nose against hers-

"Dickhead!" She grinned, pecked his lips, before she swiftly wrapped herself in the sheets. Dean chuckled and joined her under the sheets before he pulled her into a tight hug.-

That was settled. They would see Jake, and while a part of Oya felt relieved, something refused to leave her mind alone. Some anxiety clung to her brain as she had a bad feeling about meeting Jake this time around. Perhaps it was all in her head, and she was just anxious about seeing Jake after so long. Perhaps something happened, and her intuition was clueing her in. The only way to be certain was to proceed and meet with Jake. 

-TBC-

Hope was the weapon of fools

When talking to a friend about discovering "late" into adulthood, how important it was to be loved, I was reminded of how much I was able to grow over the years. Genuine love can help you blossom into the best version of yourself. It can help you hope. It can help you achieve things you never thought you could (or never thought of). It can help you heal or at least soothe your deepest wounds. It was love who helped me get the best care for my mental health and realize I needed it. It was love that helped me become the person I am today, the love I have for others, and the genuine love others had for me. Not so long ago, I couldn't even assert myself or make decisions because I thought it wasn't my place to do so, and it didn't matter because I didn't matter anyway. I couldn't even pick up where to sit at a restaurant... Today? I'm back to being myself and choosing for myself! I  also watched others transform for the best, once they found love or allowed themselves to love again.  I love it! I love watching someone getting genuinely loved and cared for. 

Don't get me wrong, love is not going to solve issues, and it won't bring back what's been lost and can't be replaced like a loved one, but Love will soothe and help us carry on.  Love isn't a magic solution, and it's not going to solve everything. I still have suicidal ideations, despite all the love and care I have. I still suffer from mild anxiety and clinical depression. I still have other little moments of anger, weakness, and frustration, but my heart is soaring! I feel so much better! I met wonderful friends, and I am able to do things I couldn't dream of doing before. I also realized the difference between fake love and genuine love and how they're worlds apart. I guess you have to learn the hard way, so you can keep the lesson etched in your very soul. 

I noticed yesterday while talking to my friend,  that one of the positive changes that happened within me was about Hope. I grew up with Hope in my heart until I reached adolescence. I used to think that "Hope was the weapon of fools." In my mind, a long time ago, being hopeful was seen as a recipe for disaster due to the constant heartbreak and betrayal. I thought I was wrong to be hopeful, and I would be punished for daring to dream of something better. So I tried not to be and instead remained a "practical and realist" person. 

In truth, I was unable to recognize the self-destructive patterns I had been engaging in. I was unable to realize that those I surrounded myself with did not have my best interests at heart at the start of my adult life. I couldn't see the strength and capability I already possessed within me. I simply killed hope and kept doing it so it wouldn't grow in my heart. This way, if I were disappointed, I would reframe it in my head as a reality check.  It was simply Life unfolding as it was supposed to be. Such a simple trick! 

Then, I grew out of those bad relationships, and I slowly but surely picked myself back up, thanks to the genuine love I received. Little by little, I realized that what I mistook for "reality" were simply the self-realized prophecies and bad company fueling my insecurities, depression, and anxiety. It was a lack of reassurance and security mixed with low self-esteem and other fragilities. It wasn't "Fate" or "Punishment" for being alive. It was none of these things. It wasn't even me. 

How could it be me when I shrank myself to please others? How could it be me when I quieted my voice and ignored my needs and desires because it would be an inconvenience to others? How could it be me when I gave up on myself because I listened to those telling me that I would never amount to anything? Voices telling me they loved me when in truth they wanted to push me to my grave? (That might never be a story I would tell). It took me a long time, a lot of work, and a great deal of support to finally detangle everything and escape the sharp claws of self-destructive patterns I was stuck with. 

Love, genuine and kind love, helped me see that I wasn't valued before. Love from others made me find myself again. It made me accept myself the way I forgot how to. It made me hope again. I dared dream again. I dared assert myself again, and my favourite thing is that I learned that "yes, I could be loved for who I was!" I found myself feeling hopeful again, and this time,  oh, I truly cherish the ability to do so. I no longer feel the same way as I did decades ago. I realized that Hope was resilience and a fuel to do better... to be better. Love brought back Hope. Love helped me get back to myself. And I think that it's one of the testaments of how being genuinely loved could help, and I wish, I really wish that everyone would experience true love, and that I will keep moving in the right direction and be the better version of myself. 

 

Colby: relief and sorrow

"Mary!"

Tom's voice echoed through the bedroom as he watched the young woman shift and turn on their bed. She was nursing a fever from the bullet wound she sustained earlier that night. Nothing went as it should have, and Tom was wracked with guilt upon watching his woman wounded and suffering because of him. He swiftly grabbed her wrist and gently stroked Mary's swollen and calloused hand. The night was supposed to be a good night... How did it take such a dramatic turn?  She mumbled in her sleep, called for Tom's name, and all he could do was hold her hand and tell her that he was there. He would always be there, despite failing to do so that night. 

Arthur invited Mary over to the Garrisson Pub. He knew she needed some distraction and a little bit of fun. Since becoming the chief nurse and Headmistress in training of the Grace Shelby Institute, she spent most of her time advocating and caring for the children in her care. Obviously, with the rise of the fascist party of Great Britain, there had been more attacks against the Institute and more attacks targeting her. It got the attention of Alfie Solomons, who tried to strike a deal with Mary, one she could have taken had she not been under the Peaky Blinders' protection. In exchange for his protection, Alfie wanted Mary to hide his merchandise within the walls of the Institute. She refused, and Tom doubled her protection, but that made it more difficult for her to have a good time. 

Naturally, Arthur thought of something that could help Mary find her good spirits again. Nothing rivaled a good night at the pub, where Mary could sing and dance and listen to loud music without a worry in the world. He owed it to her, after all; she always managed to help him get back on his feet every single time he fucked shit up. As the elder Shelby had planned, the night began well. Mary was on stage, singing and dancing, and forgetting for a moment all the troubles she had faced since joining the family. It felt good! And for Mary, she finally had a little bit of fun during that night out. Things took a dramatic turn, however, when a sudden attack happened. Mary couldn't remember everything clearly. The sound of broken glass, the screams, Arthur throwing himself at her to shield Mary from the bullets raining on them. She remembered being splashed with his warm blood. His body shaking, his blood... oh, his blood that was pouring out of his wounds and that soiled her face, her arms, and clothes. 

She remembered the survivors ran to the next doctor's office to try and get Arthur some help. Mary remembered ordering the survivors around to check themselves for wounds and for those who were the least injured to help her save Arthur's life. A surgery... She worked on the floor, using hot water in a basin, a clean cloth, domestic needles and threads in the lack of anything better, and alcohol to help sterilize wounds and the tools she used on Arthur. She worked for hours, tirelessly, cut her fingers multiple times with the knife, stabbed them with the needle, but it didn't matter. She had to save Arthur. The doctor came in late, but he helped Mary stabilize Arthur's body and wait for the ambulance to come and get the Peaky Blinder to the hospital.  Only when Arthur was taken to the hospital did she realize that Tom had come to the Garrisson Pub, helped in any way he could while assessing the damages, talked to the survivors to see if they could identify those who had attacked the Pub, and kept his mind occupied. 

Only then did she faint, sustaining a bullet wound with the bullet still inside her. Only then did her body react now that the adrenaline was gone. Mary fainted, and then Tom began to worry about another kind of concern. He watched her risk her life to successfully save his brother. He watched her ignore her pain for other lives, but for a brief moment, he was scared of losing her. He couldn't suffer a second loss like that. It reopened old wounds, a trauma that never really healed. How could it heal when he lost Grace, his whole world crumbled? How could it heal when he still had hallucinations of his late wife? Looking down at him whenever he was feeling desperate, just like that night. She was there, in the corner of the room. Grace stared at him with a gaze full of judgment for putting Mary through so much pain and violence. He led a life that ended in Death. How could he expect a second chance at life? What a fool! Tom blinked, and Grace was now at the deathbed of Mary. 

He panicked, ran his thick and calloused hand over his face just to make sure that it wasn't real. His mind interpreted the presence of his late wife as a sign that Mary was dying. He held both hands tighter and mumbled under his breath. He was speaking nonsense, calling for Polly to confirm his wild, erratic thoughts. He was talking about spirits and ancestors, about the veil between the world of the dead and the living, about having to pay for the blood he spilled, and about sparing Mary's life because she was innocent. She suffered enough from the hands of others, and he didn't want her to suffer more. Perhaps she wouldn't have been shot and possibly lost her life if she had not met him. Guilt was wrecking his heart, and before he knew it, Tom's eyes were wet from unshed tears. His fingers were shaking, as if he was afraid that if he wasn't careful, she would die in his hands. Grace's "ghost" shook her head and softly pressed a kiss to Mary's forehead. 

"Tom...." -Mary's faint voice snapped him out of his mind,  Grace's ghost vanished, and Tom focused his attention back on her-

"Mary! You're awake!" -He grabbed the clean cloth, dabbed it on her forehead- "I'm here."

"Tom!... Tom... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." -She was too weak and still feverish, but alive. She tried to sit on the bed, but she couldn't sit down properly. He helped her with his powerful arms and took her hands back into his larger ones.- "How is Arthur?"

"You don't have to apologize, Mary.  Arthur is fine. You saved his life."

"I made you worry, Tom." -Mary replied in a grunt- "I never like it when you are worried because of me."

"You're awake. Everything else doesn't matter." -He dabbed her forehead again and  pressed his lips to the back of her hand for a brief moment- "I'm here, now, and nothing will happen to you ever again."

She nodded, unable to conjure up the words she wanted to say. She didn't know how to tell him that she was scared that night, far more than she thought she would be. She was worried about their enemies coming back for more, worried about him or any other member of the family dying in her arms. She was worried about so many things, but couldn't find the strength to talk to him. Instead, Mary set her green eyes upon Tommy and gave him a soft smile. She would be fine. She would be fine. She would be fine! 

-TBC-