#pov ruby rocks

[lucy-frostblade]

in another life (we could stay this young)

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There’s a timeline, running parallel to yours. One you cannot quite see, but is visible, in the cracks at the edge of your world, in the flashes of your nightmares and the snarled words of your enemies.

There’s a world, one you just barely missed, where all your dreams come true, where your sister lives and you can go home, sprinting across the bridge, oil splattered across your face, your breath catching in your throat as you pull your sister towards the crater where your father pulls himself out of. He pulls you all into a hug, you, your sister, your mother, your cousin and you take off, under the cover of night, keeping your pinkie interlaced with your sister, your necklace warm on your neck.

In another world, you don’t make it to the bridge at all. You’re killed before your sixteenth birthday, betrayed by your father’s advisor, the glint of the knife and your sister’s screams the last thing you see before your throat is slit. You don’t see your father’s rage, the battle he rages, just him and his second and your teacher, one who you never got to know, one who you underestimated. You don’t see how they die, killed off one by one as troops of soldiers storm the castle, destroying any sense of comfort that your home ever gave you.

You do watch your father die in a different world, standing on a balcony, your cousin’s hand on your shoulder and your sister’s pinkie tightening around yours. You hear the crunch of the bones as the mace slams into the side of his skull and the slow ebbing blood that pours out as he slumps to the ground. You’re ushered away, by your guard and your advisor and you can barely process what’s just happened. Your advisor is talking to you, but you don’t hear it, the only thing you can hear is a ringing of a church bell as you sprint away.

In some, your advisor doesn’t make it. In others, your knight. In most your sister dies, separated from you, alone in a dark room as you sprint across a bridge. Sometimes she survives, but those are few and far between.

In all worlds, you lose someone you hold dear, but you survive. Why must you survive, as those around you fall, pulled into the depths of the Hungry One? Are you destined to live alone, without your other half? Will there always be a family member lost for your survival?

Are you destined always to survive, or is a curse, one someone far beyond your reach inflicted on you, words spilling from his mouth as he narrates your life.

[rafesteddy]

𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮𝔂𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕩: 𝕄𝕪 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝

𝙾𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warnings: ward is awful to the reader, pet names, older!rafe, soft!rafe, brief mention of the reader’s late grandpa, and swearing

📖 based off an ask by lhhlver 💕 Hi babesss! Could you do one where like Rafe brings his pogue gf home for Christmas and it’s really awkward for her and she has anxiety but he’s there to comfort her and even stands up to his parents or something cuz they don’t like him dating a pogue? Just a thought 🫶🏼

Rafe’s POV:

Festive lights twinkle in the dim night, candles lit on all the windows. The balmy heat of the North Carolina summers exchanged for the chilly bite of winter.

We roll up the cobblestone drive, my hand resting on her upper thigh; the other twisted around the leather wheel. She hums along with the song, velvety and sweet, trying to distract herself from the inevitable. She looks beautiful, as always, a little more at peace than usual when she stops by my parent's place…

I know why, I'm not stupid… This dress helped, as did the shoes and the jewelry. Just simple gifts— nothing out of the ordinary. I love spoiling her.

Sure, it made her a little uncomfortable at first, but she settled into the fact that this was my love language. I wasn't buying her things to change her. I would never want to change her…

She lifts her hand, resting it in mine, her emerald dress catching the winter wind as she steps out of the car. I smile down at her, wrapping her tight in my arms as we take the last few steps up the walk.

I open the door, stepping inside watching her eyes glimmer, just a sliver of unease lingering that she’s trying her best to shrug away. She didn't come from this side of the island… But she belongs here with me, and that’s all that matters.

“You alright, princess?” I ask as I help her out of her fur coat.

She smiles at me, the kind that doesn't quite reach those pretty eyes of hers as she smoothes out the front of her dress. “Just nervous, baby. You know how I get.”

I lean in, kissing her forehead, lingering as I wrap my arms around her waist. “You got nothin’ to be nervous about, sweetheart.”

And I’m hoping that’s true.

Dinner was set like a scene from a Christmas movie. Their formal dining table’s arranged with crisp white linens and ruby centerpieces; Rose’s fine china is placed perfectly alongside delicate gold-trimmed plates.

I look down at the table, catching my old man's eye. His dark gaze flickers to her as she talks to Rose and Wheezie; the weight of his judgment is heavy, as usual. But even with that weight, conversation flows around him—the hum and laughter of the three women filling the dining room, regardless, somehow making him angrier.

She smiles at me, taking my breath away in a glance; my perfect girl. Graceful, kind, everything I ever wanted, but nothing I deserve. And then…

“So,” I simple word. His first utterance all night. Like nails on a goddamn chalkboard. His tone is smooth, spiked with a familiar edge that I’ve unfortunately become far too accustomed to myself. “Was that a gift?” He asks as he gestures lazily to the Cartier necklace around her throat. “N’that dress too, huh? Stunning.”

The table falls silent, and my stomach drops fast. I feel her hand tense in mine under the table, putting me on edge.

“Yeah, anniversary, I believe…” I smile, recalling the necklace. “And the dress, well, can you blame me? It was made for you, sweetheart,” I lower my voice. Lifting her hand to my lips, kissing the top, feeling her tremble with adrenaline.

Ward chuckles, swirling his Old Fashioned in his rocks glass; his laugh low, condescending. “Thought so. She looks well taken care of.” He drawls, talking about her like she’s not even there… Like she’s some kind of pet.

She bites her cheek, eyes shifting to the plate in front of her, confidence shrinking under Ward’s sharp stare.

“It always interests me when I see a fellow Pogue on this side of the island. Well, former Pogue,” he gestures to himself, giving us that old money laugh before taking a sip. Ward sucks his teeth, the dark liquor burning on it’s way down. “I was once in your shoes… Seems a Pogue turns Kook for two reasons: hard work or, well, what do you call it, sweetheart?”

“Dad,” I level my voice, cold and sharp enough to cut through the tension. “That’s enough. Yeah?”

He cocks an eyebrow in my direction, clearly amused. “Just a question, son.”

“Hmm… Yeah,” I chuckle back, borrowing his tone. “A cruel and classless question. Seems about right for you.”

The table falls deathly quiet, all eyes on her and I. Heat rises in my chest; my pulse pounding in my ears. I glance down at her, the hurt in her eyes all but breaking me.

“She’s here because I love her,” I continue, my voice steady but firm. “Not because of what I can give her. And if you can’t respect that, we’re gone.”

My dad finishes the rest of his drink before setting the empty glass on the table. Rose goes to speak, but I’m already pushing my chair back, helping her to her feet. I don't care about the gifts waiting under the tree or Rose’s carefully planned evening. None of this shit matters if she feels unwelcome.

“We’re goin’,” I say sharply, leaving it all behind.

The two of us leave, pulling out of the driveway faster than we came; her cheek shifted slightly to avoid my gaze. She doesn’t want to talk about it. I know her… She’s overwhelmed —her emotion boiling, threatening to spill over if I even utter the words, ‘Are you okay.’ She’s not… How could she be? She needs a minute. She just needs me to be close. I reach down, resting my hand on top of hers.

She looks down at the contact between us, the tears building on her waterline falling on her dress.

“Thank you, baby,” she mumbles hastily, like the words had been on the tip of her tongue for too long. “You didn't have to do that.”

“Of course I did, princess. Are you joking?” I ask as I steal a quick glance. “Nobody talks bad about my girl. Alright? No expectations,” I assure. “My dad… My dad’s an asshole. He’s got to understand that it’s a privilege to be around you.”

Her pretty lips tug to the side, fighting back more tears. “I don't care if he’s family or not, sweetheart. You're the most important thing to me. Okay?”

She looks up at me, eyes glassy. “I love you, Rafe,” she whispers as he lifts my hand, kissing my fingers one by one.

”I love you too, princess.”

“Where are we going?” She smiles softy at me from the passenger's seat as we pass our road, headed north.

“Change of plans. I just wanna go for a ride, princess. That alright?” I ask as I squeeze her thigh. She nods, turning up the music before relaxing into her seat.

She smiles as we roll into The Cut, gliding into a familiar parking lot. “Shells Diner?” She beams brightly, basking in the nostalgia of it all.

“Mhmm…” I hum as I lean over the center council. She grabs my cheeks, kissing me gently. “Met the prettiest little waitress here…” I whisper against her lips, feeling her smile against mine.

I trot around the car, helping her out just like I had at Tanneyhill, looking down at her beautiful eyes, that sliver of unease long gone.

The diner is a staple— nothing fancy, just a cozy, hole-in-the-wall place with peeling paint and a flickering neon sign. But it’s special.

The diner glows with a warm retro charm. It’s the kind of place that never changes; the scent of coffee and griddle-cooked meals clings to the walls. Christmas lights dangle messily along the ceiling. Dusty garland frames the windows; its shelf, cluttered with decorations.

The booths are well-worn, their red vinyl cushions cracked but familiar. A small Christmas tree stands in the corner by the jukebox, its ornaments mismatched but lovingly placed. The faint hum of holiday music filters through the speakers, blending with the occasional clatter of dishes from the back and the people scattered around.

Eyes shift nervously in my direction as they always do. My girl sees the good in me and might be the only one. I don’t blame the old waitresses for looking at me uneasily from time to time. But, when I’m with her, their judgment seems to fade away… If she’s happy, they're happy. And that’s the way it should be.

They greet her like they haven’t seen her in years, eyes wide as they take in her beauty, making her give them a little twirl in her fancy dress, chuckling about how they wanna hug her, but they’re afraid they’ll get her all dirty.

When we slide into the booth, she leans back, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watches me, and I’m hit with the most beautiful deja vu of the first time I saw her… The only thing that changed is that she’s mine.

I throw my coat off my shoulders, rolling up my sleeves, adjusting my Breitling watch, getting a taste for how out of place she must have felt tonight. Not even scratching the surface.

The waitress sets down our coffees and pie, the two of us alternating bites, our hands occasionally brushing ‘til I'm shifting out of the table, nestling myself next to her.

She cuddles into me as I feed her and myself, and she feeds me, the two of us chuckling every time our forks clash. The waitress comes over, drawing two fresh cups of coffee, steaming curling together.

After a while, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a small wrapped box from her bag. Her hand is a little shaky as she slides it over to me with a nervous smile. “Merry Christmas, baby,” she whispers.

“You didn't have to, sweetheart,” I smile as my heart swells.

Inside is a pendant—simple but elegant. The band was made from her late grandfather’s gold bracelet, and I recognized the ruby right away. The name embossed on the velvet box lets me know it’s custom. She shaped into something timeless for me… something she knew I’d love. The metal glows softly in the diner’s dim light. I flip over the pendant, our initials looped in cursive, perfectly intertwined.

I stare at it for a moment, my fingers running over the smooth surface. “This—this is perfect, baby,” I breathe. “Thank you. I love it.”

“I’m glad... I love you,” she whispers, and I feel that in every fiber of my being.

“I love you too, princess.”

“Can you help me?” I smiles as I reach around my neck, fiddling awkwardly with the gold clasp, battling against my blunt nails. I turn slightly, the tight booth making it impossible for me to twist.

“Come here, baby,” she coos as she moves out of the booth. I push out and stand up, smiling down at her before turning around. She unclasps it easily, sliding on the pendant before clipping it again.

Her fingers run across my chest, my heart banging underneath, and I drop on one knee— the ring burning a hole in my pocket all night, lifting a weight off my chest when I show it to her.

“I’ve been waiting for the right moment…” My lips spread in a trembling, awkward smile. “I told you it’s a privilege to be around you. And I meant that. I want you to know that I’ve always known how lucky I got with you, princess. You have shown me love for the first time—real love. I want to take care of you like you take care of me. I hope you need me just a fraction of how much I need you. So, sweetheart, will you let me spend the rest of my life showin’ you just how much you mean to me?”

She smiles and nods happily as her hand meets mine, sniffling and holding back tears.

“Will you marry me?”

I slip the ring on her finger, and before I know it, her lips are on mine, pulling me closer, and everything and everyone else fades away.

[lsunstreakerl]

... I come bearing darkbull charles pov? 1k words, just a little bit of insight into him. trying to get his character worked out, so here u go, guinea pigs <3

hi! still part of the darkbull verse! mature/violent content!

Charles sighs, tipping his head back. He's bored, and Lolo had left him to babysit some hostage. The guy hasn't even been entertaining- blubbered inconsolably for twenty minutes before falling quiet. Now he's just curled up in the corner, rocking gently and sniffling.

He needs to get over it. It's not even like Lolo took anything vital- losing a trigger finger won't kill him. Maybe if they'd left it untreated, sure, but Lolo is nice, had cauterized it for him right after.

Charles' ears are still ringing from the screaming. He's drumming his fingers on his knee, humming along a few notes while he thinks about his piano piece back at home. He has a few more weeks to really nail it down before he goes with Lolo to preform in Maranello.

He'd asked if it was a Ferrari thing or an Italy thing, because he's getting old enough to realize there's a difference, and Lolo had just ruffled his hair and smiled.

Charles isn't getting his hopes up, but-

It might be both. He might be moving forward, getting his first star tattoo, moving up a junior formula.

He's been waiting.

He knows it's not all cars- Lolo comes home sometimes with flecks of deep ruby splattered at the edge of his shirtsleeves, tiny spots he didn't quite catch.

Papa had always been doing paperwork, settled in his giant armchair with a pen. Maman likes to meet with other women, discuss their children and real estate and their careers. They've kept Arthur out of it for the most part. He's young enough to know he likes Ferrari, but not yet old enough to understand Ferrari.

Charles is.

He straightens up as the door swings open again and Lolo steps back in, brushing dust off of his jacket sleeve.

"Thank you, Charlot. You can go to the car now."

Charles gets to his feet. He almost shoves his hands in his pockets before he remembers his posture, and instead straightens his spine and pushes his shoulders back. He meets his older brother's gaze.

"I will watch."

Lolo arches an eyebrow at him as he stares him down, waits for Charles to crack.

He doesn't.

"Fine. Do not tell Maman."

Charles nods, and in one swift movement Lolo pulls a gun from underneath his jacket, squeezing the trigger. It all happens in a single breath.

Charles' ears are ringing again, the crack echoing through the room. He forces himself to look at the man the body. It's slumped forward, head lolling at an unnatural angle as blood starts dripping onto the floor.

Lolo nods once, a decisive motion, before he's pulling the door back open.

"Come on, Charles."

Charles follows behind him, sticking close to his back as they step into the hallway. His brother nods at a man waiting outside the door.

"Dump it. I don't particularly care where."

The man nods before slipping into the room Charles and Lorenzo had just left.

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Charles rolls it over in his head as he's sitting in the passenger seat. He's never seen a man killed until today, but- he's not stupid. You don't live in Monaco and not know how things are actually run.

It had been loud, sure, but otherwise... Charles is apathetic about the whole thing. His largest emotion had been annoyance, if anything. The man had been pathetic and spineless.

"You okay?"

Lolo is looking over at him, fingers tapping on the wheel. Charles feels his mouth twist into a frown.

"I am not upset about earlier, if that is what you're thinking."

Lolo blows out a breath, relieved.

"Good. Maman would kill me if I traumatized you already."

Charles tugs at a stray string on the edge of his jacket cuff.

"Max is moving to Formula 1."

His brother snorts.

"Well, yes. You've seen him. We knew that was going to happen- you just have to be patient."

"I am patient."

Lolo grins.

"Sure. Where is he signing?"

Charles slumps back into the seat, blowing out all of his air in a singular annoyed gust.

"Toro Rosso."

His brother winces, fingers tightening around the wheel. Charles narrows his eyes suspiciously, trying to read his face.

"Charlot- I know you guys are friends-"

"-we're not friends-"

"-but you should probably... probably let that one go, yes?"

Charles blinks. Lolo isn't making any sense.

He's not going to let Max go, is he stupid? Max is- Max is Max. He and Charles are predestined, all the signs point to it. There's no one else for him, and he'll be so pretty in red.

Once Charles gets him there.

There's a few things they'll need to work on, sure- his Italian, for one.

Maybe also his attitude, but Charles doesn't want him to change too much. Then he wouldn't be Max anymore. Charles doesn't want someone meek waiting for him at home- he wants someone to match his fire, match his drive.

He wants to prove he can harness him, bring him down to earth, wrap him in leather and silver and pretty things and keep him.

Charles wants to bring him back to Maranello or Monte Carlo, wants to keep him in his apartment, wants to see his permanent pout forever.

The way he always seems so angry- Charles can redirect that anger, he's sure of it. Or maybe he wants to keep him that way.

The idea of having to be civil and diplomatic with Ferrari all day, but being able to come home, to argue with Max-

It's a good way to let off steam.

Pretty, vicious, angry Max. Charles is excited to bring him home, to grow with him, to bring him on his arm to events. He'll get Max in that Ferrari seat with him, and things will be perfect.

Max will never want to leave, which is good. Charles doesn't think his heart would let him.

He grins at his older brother.

"It's okay Lolo, I will handle it. He'll be a good addition to the family, I promise."

Lolo shakes his head fondly.

"If you say so. Just be careful, yes? Do not go toe to toe will Redbull if you aren't ready. They don't usually get particularly attached- might not even risk getting into a fight with Ferrari- but if they like him..."

Charles doesn't care. He'll walk into Redbull's headquarters himself to bring Max home.

And then he'll never leave Charles behind again.

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴

➛ yandere!tokito twins x fem!reader

THIS CONTAINS ━ blood, death, murder, kidnapping

CHAPTER FIVE ━ SKIPPING ?

❝ If I can't have you, baby, no one else in this world can ❞

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4:01 PM

"D- Did you just fucking kiss me!?" You shouted while softly placing your hands on your lips. Completely baffled that he would even do that!

"What's wrong?" He took a few steps closer and grabbed your hand, "Do you want me to do it again, princess?"

You snatched your hand away and stammered in response.

Why... what did he do that for!? You thought frantically.

Without looking back, you dashed towards the door leading into the school.

"Uh- I gotta go.."

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1:43 PM

EARLIER…

"Muichiro," Yuichiro mutters as he grips his backpack strap. The twins were walking by their lockers, gathering their items to go to their next block.

"What is it?" Muichiro asks quietly while messing with his uniform sleeve.

"I'm going to leave school for a bit."

Muichiro's blue eyes quickly shot up at his brother. A shocked expression appearing obviously on his pale face.

Yuichiro has never skipped school unless he was...

"If anyone were to ask where I'm going... just make up some shit," He adds one as he shoved his heavy backpack into his younger brother's confused arms.

Muichiro, who is completely baffled, blinks in bewilderment while Yuichiro grabs yet another backpack out of his locker.

What the hell?...

"Huh? Wha... what are you talking about!?" Muichiro's eyes lighten up at his unclear words and actions.

He dropped the extra backpack onto the door and attempts to reason with his stubborn twin.

"Wait a se- you can't just skip school!"

"I'm not skipping." He states bluntly as he tosses the bag over his shoulder.

"I just have some... business to take care of..."

Muichiro watches as Yuichiro walks away from him.

"That motherfucker..." he mumbled under his breath. Still pretty sure that he heard, anyway.

But after a few minutes of thinking...

a smile formed onto his face

Kneeling down by the backpack and reaching into one of the side pockets, he grabbed a small object.

"Thank God that we're twins..." He muttered quietly to himself as he put his hair into a high ponytail.

And finally, he grabbed his brother's backpack along with his own.

"Class starts in three minutes..."

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4:01 PM

PRESENT TIME…

YUICHIRO TOKITO’S POV

"Hey, Tanjiro!" The older twin, Yuichiro, waved.

The red-headed protagonist waved back with a kind smile. "Hey, Yuichiro...!"

He looked around, "Is there a reason you wanted to meet me behind the school?"

Laughing awkwardly, he continues, "Ye... Yeah, about that..."

Yuichiro cleared his throat, "There's something super important I have to tell you about Y/n..."

"Y/n L/n?" Tanjiro repeats, "What about her?"

Yuichiro slowly moved closer to Tanjiro, a smirk forming onto the blue-eyed teen's face.

A hand reached up to grab the redhead's hair at his scalp.

"She's mine."

Then, when Yuichiro banged Tanjiro's head against the side of the school building...

His vision went black.

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5:02 PM

???…

"Hey... wake up."

A frustrated male voice rang out.

There was a sharp pain in Kamado's head as he desperately struggled to get his ruby-red eyes to adjusting to the dim sun-rays illuminating the area we was taken to.

As he looked around, he noticed that he was laying down on... the grass?

There were many trees around him blocking his view from stretching any further than that.

Why am I in the woods!?

He thought once he began coming to the realization that his arms and legs were tied together.

Beginning to struggle and attempt to scream, he came to the saddening realization that his mouth was duct-taped shut.

Clearly unimpressed at his vile attempts to call for help, Yuichiro stood up from his seat on a nearby rock and walked over to the poor, confused, boy.

He kneeled down close to the protag's face, making the large Butcher's Knife in his hands visible to his eye.

The elder twin threateningly lowered the knife down to the redheads neck, slightly grazing it against his skin only to draw a bit of blood.

"Make another sound and I'll slit your fucking throat right now."

Tanjiro's eyes widened in shock and fear at his merciless words.

He couldn't believe that it was, out of everyone, Yuichiro Tokito, Kidnapping him and threatening to kill him.

He scoffed, "I don't even feel like talking to your sorry-ass..." Yuichiro lifted the large knife and stood over Tanjiro.

Towering over the powerless teenager, he continued to speak, "...I just want to watch as you this knife sink into your retched, useless, flesh."

Lifting his foot, Yuichiro roughly kicks Tanjiro's side. He watched with a psychotic glint in his turquoise eyes as his hostage writhed and groaned in agony.

"Aw... was that too much for you?" Yuichiro said with a mock baby-voice before stomping on his ankle.

The sound of his bones cracking mixed in with the muffled screams only made the twin smile even more.

It was absolutely horrific.

"You're already crying in pain? Gosh. Disgraceful assholes like you deserve to die a brutal, agonizing death."

Kneeling down, the black haired boy smiled as he lifted the knife above his own head.

Tears of pain and complete Despair rolled down Tanjiro's ruby-red eyes as he asked the taunting question, "Any last words?"

And ripped the tape off his mouth.

Tanjiro's eyes darted around the dimly-lit forest, trying to look for someone.

Anyone...

"Y-Y/n..." Tanjiro stammered, "Y/n would ne... never love such a sick person like... like you..."

Yuichiro frowned, "Oh, really?"

With that, he swung the large knife down into the teenagers upper body. Muffled screams and cries for help echoed throughout the small area as Yuichiro stabbed him.

Again...

Again...

And again...

Until no more sounds were heard.

Slowly standing up, Yuichiro's once clean school uniform was completely covered in bright crimson blood. He panted heavily as the rush of adrenaline rushing through his veins soon subsided.

"Ha... haha..." He laughed as he stared down at the dead teenager below him.

I... did that, He thought as he wiped the blood off his cheek.

I did that!!

Soon, his laughter grew louder and more intense...

More insane...

"He's dead! He's... dead! He... he's fucking dead... because of me..." his mind began to rush back and forth with thoughts and many different emotions. None of which being guilt or sadness.

"Motherfucker got exactly what he deserved."

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5:26 PM

AT THE TOKITO’S HOUSE…

Why the fuck is Yuichiro not hom— cutting Muichiro's angered thoughts short was a sudden phone call from an unknown number.

"Hello? Tokito Mui—"

"..."

"YOU WHAT!?"

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Song Name: Jealous Girl — Lana Del Rey

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[dianawinchester03]

Season 3, Episode 3 - Bad Day At Black Rock (Part One)

Series Masterlist

Author's Note: Hiiiii. HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVES. It’s been a minute since I’ve updated but I finally hauled my lazy ass and finished up the new episode🤣

Random but the song inspo for this chapter is Best Friend’s Brother by Victoria Justice💀

So my dumbass FORGOT that in the actual show, Ruby revealed herself to be a demon in season 3 episode 2💀I just widdled it into this episode with my own twist, as per usual hahaha.

This chapter stands at 24.7k words combined and this is part 1. Here is part 2! Hope everyone enjoys it🫶

Trigger Warning: mentions of sexual assault towards female character (no sexual assault actually takes place)

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Third Person POV

Aurora, New York

•One Week Later

Sam and Y/N were currently in a diner, both nose deep into information on lores, searching for any type of way to get Dean out of his demon deal. They left Dean back at Y/N’s safehouse, leaving the elder Winchester passed out after having one too many last night and almost getting into a bar fight.

Luckily, he made it out of there intact, thanks to getting hauled out on his ass by Sam and Y/N. His actions earned him multiple smacks to the noggin by his loving girlfriend and a lecture from his caring younger brother while getting driven back to the house. He barely heard a word that went past Sam’s lips since he fell asleep in Y/N’s lap in the back seat halfway through the drive.

Then after getting tossed over his brother's shoulder from the Impala to the room and stuffed into a thick fluffy blanket, Y/N made it her duty to coddle and love a half conscious, drunken Dean Winchester. Changing him out of his clothes, which he ended up barfing all over. Then having to clean up and help him shower while he yapped about “how sorry he was for ruining her jacket”, “how much he loved her” and “how much his little brother meant to him”

All while threatening to castrate her in her sleep if she uttered a word of his drunken ramblings to Sam. Y/N simply snickered at him while she placed fresh clothes on his body, tucked him away, then whispering a soft, “I’ll never tell him your secret, charming. No matter how sweet they are” Before swaddling him away into her arms and falling soundly asleep.

Now back to the current time, since they’d been on the road for the past week, Jo took a detour for a case in Long Island with her mom. She said she’d be back in a few days tops but it had already been a week and no signs of the Harvelle ladies. Sam was on his third cup of coffee, growing antsy by the second.

Y/N was busy typing away on her laptop, her eyes flickering up to Sam when she noticed him finished his third cup. “Over caffeinating is not gonna make her call faster, Samuel. She’s fine” Y/N assured him in a deadpan tone as she scrolled through a dark website. “I know that” Sam retorted with a huff, “I just miss her” He said in a low tone as he fidgeted with his coffee mug, staring into the now empty cup. Y/N glanced up from her laptop at him with a raised brow.

Sam let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair, rolling his eyes when he saw the look on her face. "But it's been a week already. You know how dangerous hunting can be. And they took a job on Long Island, no less. Not exactly a hotspot for peaceful demons and ghosts." Y/N snorted in amusement, "And there it is" She shook her head as she wrapped her fingers around her own mug.

Sam raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "What do you mean by, 'And there it is'?" he asked, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. She shot her best friend an unimpressed look before reaching over and tapping him on his forehead. Sam swatted her hand away with a scoff, trying to look annoyed. "What the hell was that for?" Y/N raised a brow in response. "You're getting all flustered, like a schoolboy who just got dumped by his high school sweetheart." She smirked as she continued, leaning back in her seat.

"And it doesn't do you any good worrying yourself sick over it. You know they can handle themselves just fine. Besides, I'm sure Jo will call as soon as they finish dealing with whatever's going down in that sleepy beach town." Sam huffed out a sigh, hating how well she could read him. "I hate you" He grumbled, beginning to bite at his thumbnail as he scribbled down details to a possible soul-ritual on a piece of paper.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "No, you don't." She glanced down at the notes on the table, her eyes skimming over the page. "Any progress on finding anything that can reverse a deal?" Her fingers tapped against the rim of her mug as she took a sip. He shook his head as he ran a hand over his jaw. "Not much." he confessed. "Most of these soul-retrieving rituals seem like some sort of voodoo bullshit. Nothing that's actually gonna get us anywhere." He groaned in frustration, tossing the pen down on the table.

Just then, a sound of the diner door bells jingling echoed through the crowded diner. They paid no attention to the patron entering, indulging in their own conversation. The duo was caught off guard when a familiar face sat next to Y/N, across from Sam. “Hello, Sam” The blonde haired woman smirked at the younger Winchester, paying no mind to Y/N. Their eyes widened in surprise and a tinge of fear. "You" Y/N gasped.

“You've been following us since Lincoln" Sam pointed out at Ruby, slamming a book over his paper as Y/N slammed her laptop shut. "Not much gets by you, huh?" Ruby mused as she reached into Y/N's plate, stealing one of her fries "Hey! Get your own bitch" Y/N exclaimed as she snatched her plate back, giving Ruby a death glare. Sam leaned forward in his seat, trying to ignore Y/N's obvious anger. He kept his eyes trained on the demon.

Ruby moaned as she bit into the fries, "Mmm, these are amazing. It's like deep fried crack. Try some" Her last few words had an underlying skittish tone as she smirked at Sam. He scoffed in disgust at her words as Y/N continued to glare at her, gritting her teeth. Something about this chick didn't rub her the right way. Ruby's smirk only widened as she watched Y/N's expression.

"Calm down, kitten, you'll give yourself a stroke," she quipped, stealing another fry from the now guarded plate. Y/N clenched her jaw at the nickname, "Cut the bullshit" She spat. "That knife you had, you can kill demons with that thing?" She asked, keeping her fries guarded. “Sure comes in handy when I have to swoop in and save damsels in distress” Ruby quipped back, causing Sam and Y/N to roll their eyes in annoyance.

“Where'd you get it?” Sam asked as Ruby slid a plate over, squirting a hefty amount of ketchup into his plate, now digging into Sam’s fries, “Skymall” Sam and Y/N scoffed again, “Why are you following us?” He asked. “I’m interested in you” Ruby smiled as she chewed, “Because you're tall. And I love a tall man”

Y/N couldn't hold back the eye roll as Ruby continued to flirt with Sam. "Can you stop trying to charm the pants off of him?" She grumbled. "He's taken, by a much hotter blonde, thank you very much. So I'd suggest you scurry along back to whatever hole you crawled out of" Y/N growled, defending Sam in Jo's absence, glaring at Ruby once more.

Ruby raised a brow at Y/N with a smirk. "Ooh, the little kitten's got claws" She teased as she took another one of Sam's fries, much to his annoyance. Sam quickly intervened, trying to keep focus on the reason for why Ruby was really here. "Cut it out" He snapped, "And there's the whole antichrist thing" Ruby added, dipping her fry into the ketchup.

“Excuse me?” The two hunters echoed in unison, suddenly intrigued by what the hell she was talking about. Y/N was on the edge of her seat, her previous annoyance replaced by curiosity. “You know, the generation of psychic kids. Yellow eyed demon rounds you up, celebrity deathmatch ensues. You’re the last two survivors” Ruby mused, taking up Y/N’s mug of coffee to sip on it.

“How do you know about that?” Sam asked as Y/N remained dumbfounded. “I'm a good hunter” Ruby shrugged as she leaned back into her seat, placing the mug back down onto the table, “So, Yellow Eyes had big plans for you two” Ruby smirked, “Had, being the keyword” Y/N bit back as Sam glared at Ruby.

“Oh, yeah yeah yeah. That’s right. Ding-ding, the demon’s dead. Good job with that.” The demon mused, “Doesn’t change the fact that you two are special..in that Anthony Michael Hall and Jennifer Love Hewitt, ESP-vision kind of way-”

“No. No, that stuff’s not happening to me anymore. Not since Yellow Eyes died” Sam cut her off, “Well I’m thinking you’re still big deals. I mean, after all that business with your moms” These words from Ruby made Sam and Y/N’s heads snap in her direction.

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock and fear, “What about our mothers?” She asked, her heart starting to beat violently against her ribs. Ruby casually leaned her chair back, taking another sip of Y/N’s coffee, “You know, what happened to their friends” She mused. Sam and Y/N exchanged looks as their brows furrowed in confusion but they tried to mask it with hard gazes.

“You guys don’t know” Ruby playfully gasped, Sam’s nostrils flared as Y/N clenched her fists, tearing her eyes away from Ruby. “You’ve got some catching up to do, friends” Ruby smirked as she took out a pen from her pocket and took Sam’s hand into hers.

Y/N’s heart pounded violently in her chest at the sight of Ruby grabbing Sam’s hand, but she tried to keep a straight face. Sam snatched his hand back from her touch, recoiling in disgust as she tried to write on his hand.

“Don’t touch me” He snapped, his voice cold and serious. Ruby chuckled at his reaction, “Awh, that’s no way to treat a girl” She pouted mockingly, taking his hand again, “What the hell are you doing?” he snapped, trying to swat her away with his other hand, but Ruby was persistent.

“Seriously, dude, knock it off” Y/N snapped, noting Sam’s discomfort. She shoved Ruby’s hand harshly away from Sam’s. “Easy, kitten” Ruby scoffed, rolling her eyes at the psychic as she took up a napkin, waving it their faces before scribbling her number onto it.

Y/N’s blood boiled as she heard her nickname leave Ruby’s lips. "Call me that one more time, I'll cut your goddamn tongue out" Y/N sneered, her expression hardening as she clenched her jaw. Ruby simply chuckled, unaffected by the threat as she slid the napkin with her number on it across the table to Sam.

“Go look into your mothers’ pals and then give me a call, and we’ll talk again” Ruby said in a sultry tone before getting up from the booth. Y/N watched as Ruby walked away from the booth, feeling a sense of relief and hatred at the same time. Her eyes turned to Sam, who was watching the demon through the window.

“Please tell me we’re not actually gonna call her” Y/N’s voice was stern, but with an undertone of concern. Sam sighed, taking in the information that was just given to him. “Aren’t you the least bit curious about what she just said about our moms?” Sam asked lowly, contemplating looking into it.

Y/N leaned back in the booth cushions, crossing her arms as she thought about it. Part of her was curious and intrigued about the mention of her mother, but the other half was still on edge and skeptical about Ruby's motives. "I am, but I don't trust her" Y/N admitted, her eyes narrowing.

"Who's to say she's not lying just to get our attention?" Y/N continued, watching as Ruby's figure disappeared from view. Sam thought for a moment, fiddling with the napkin in his hands. "If she's telling the truth, then it's something we should look into" He said, his tone serious and cautious.

Y/N sighed, nodding her head. “Alright, I’m gonna go order some breakfast for Dean. Drop me off at the house and I’ll meet you at the library after” she told him as she slid out from the booth, walking over to the counter to order Dean some breakfast.

Sam watched her go before letting out a sigh himself. He looked down at the napkin in his hands, Ruby's number scribbled on it. He folded the napkin and shoved it in his pocket before getting up from the booth.

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•One Hour Later

Y/N watched as the Impala roared down the dirt street with Sam behind the wheel before turning a corner and disappearing from sight. She shoved her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket and started making her way back to her safehouse.

Her mind kept going back to that knife, she had an itching feeling towards it. She forced herself to shove it to the back of her mind as she slid the key into the door. Y/N entered the empty, making her way up the stairs and to the room where she found Dean, still fast asleep, tangled in the sheets and sprawled across the bed. She chuckled to herself at the sight, setting his breakfast down on the nightstand.

She sat at the edge of the bed, gently pushing some of the hair at the side of his head behind his ear. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, his temple, his cheek and lastly at the dimple below his chin before she pushed herself up from the bed. She stopped in her tracks when she remembered he would wake up with a banging hangover soon, so she shifted her gaze to her duffel bag.

She unzipped it and rummaged through it, coming up with a pack of ibuprofens, a bottle of Tylenol and a water bottle. She set the pills down next to his breakfast, along with the water. She then dug through her bag again, pulling out a pack of sticky notes and a pen from her pencil case.

Y/N scribbled a note and stuck it on the lid of the pill’s bottle that read:

‘Hangover cure. Eat your breakfast, take two and watch an old movie on my laptop. Doing research with Sammy, be back in a few hours. Love, your ESP Thing’

She signed it off, before picking up her things and shoving them back into her bag. She stuck another with a little heart drawn and colored in with the pen, saying: ‘Make sure you hydrate, dummy’, onto the water bottle, next to the breakfast, hoping Dean wouldn’t go batshit when he wakes up alone.

Just as she set her bag down onto the bed, she saw a familiar blue glow omit from the bag. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she watched her bag glow a soft blue. She quickly knelt down at the foot of the bed and unzipped the duffle bag, her eyes widening as she was greeted by the glowing knife.

“What the-” She gasped, quickly shutting her mouth when she heard a light groan come from Dean. She tiptoed over, hoping she didn’t wake him, but he simply rolled over onto his belly and began snoring again. He seemed to still be asleep so she let out a soft sigh of relief before bringing her attention back onto the knife.

She took in the blade’s appearance, her eyes tracing over the intricate runes and symbols etched along the edges. She was still in shock as she reached a shaky hand out to hold the blade, watching as the light seemed to glow brighter at her touch.

None of this made sense, she knew she gave it to Bobby. So how did the knife reappear back into her possession? This couldn’t mean anything good. So y/n quickly fished out her phone from her pocket and began dialing Bobby’s number.

Just as she was about to click the call button, her finger froze. She shifted her gaze back to the knife that seemed to glow softly in protest.

No, I have to tell him. Knives don’t just appear out of thin air. Y/N’s inner thoughts pleaded with her.

“Fuck” she muttered, letting her hand fall back down to her side as she shut her phone with a loud click. Her eyes stayed fixated on the knife, her mind racing with all the possible explanations for the blade's sudden reappearance in her duffle.

She sighed, her mind conflicted and confused, as the knife continued to emit a soft glow. She knew she should call Bobby and inform him. But for some reason, a strong force inside her screamed at her to keep it from everyone, even Dean.

Y/N softly groaned, not too loud to wake up her boyfriend. Before tearing her eyes away from the knife, she placed it gently on the bed. She sat on the edge and placed her head in her hands, frustrated at the internal struggle going on inside her head. Her thoughts were swirling around the blade that was still sat next to her, the glowing blue light that seemed to call to her.

She knew it was stupid. Why was she feeling this attachment to a goddamn knife? And more importantly, why did the idea of losing the knife fill her with more dread than she’s ever felt before?

"Why me?" she muttered to herself, her eyes darting between the knife on the bed and the still asleep Dean on the bed. She knew she should call Bobby, but something was holding her back. She was torn between listening to her instincts and going with her head.

She succumbed to the pressure and snatched up the knife, sticking it into her black leather knee high boots. She convinced herself that keeping this knife would ensure that her family remain protected, seeing as it somehow exorcised two of the Seven Deadly Sins back to hell and the knife Ruby had killed two others.

Maybe she could somehow save Dean from going to hell. Who knows?

Y/N took a deep breath, her resolve now set. She stood up from the bed, her boots thumping against the thin carpet. She took up her motorcycle helmet from the floor and the keys from the nightstand as she took one more glance at the sleeping form of Dean. Her heart felt painfully heavy as a small content smile spread across her lips.

She pressed her palm to her lips, blowing a kiss towards him before making her down the stairs and towards the front door, quietly slipping out and closing the door behind her. Y/N stepped out of the house and took a deep breath. The cool air felt refreshing as she made her way over to Quinn parked outside in the yard, slinging her helmet on and strapping it.

She flung her leg over the bike and settled in, grabbing her keys as she started the engine. The bike roared to life, the sound echoing through the empty parking lot. With a final quick glance back at the house, Y/N took off down the street, headed towards the library to meet Sam.

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•Time Montage

Y/N groaned, rubbing her stiff neck. The library was practically empty except for a handful of other students, most of them with their heads buried in laptops or textbooks. Y/N leaned back in her chair, her eyes going blurry from staring at the computer screen.

She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the tension roll off her shoulders as she spoke into her phone. “Hi, I needed to check some facts with your…uh..secretary about a fire that occurred on November 24th, 2006 in Lawrence, Kansas” She said as Sam bit his thumb nail nervously.

Her breath hitched in her throat upon the woman’s answer, "Okay, thank you so much." She added, before hanging up and turning her attention to Sam, she smacked his hand away from his mouth. “Are you insane? You're gonna bite your nails down to stubs" She scolded, before he could even respond.

She then stuck her own nails into her mouth, now biting her own nails nervously. Sam shot her an unimpressed look, shaking his head.

-

“This is Police Chief, Phil Jones” Sam said into the phone, making sure no one heard.

-

“Hardecker was his name….Okay. Great. I’m just trying to find out the day he died” Y/N asked as she pressed the phone between her shoulder and cheek, typing away on her laptop. “July 13th?” She and Sam shared a look of horror.

-

“Can you check the records for me for a Robert Campbell and a Marcel Blackwood, July 19th 2001” Sam asked the coroner over the phone, waiting patiently. “Both dead on arrival?” His tone dropped.

Y/N listened to the conversation, her eyes scanning over the laptop screen. She felt a sense of dread growing in the pit of her stomach as they continued, scratching off both names from the list.

-

“What I’m after is the cause of death” Sam grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, “Heart condition?” He tilted his head in confusion as Y/N furrowed her brows. “What the fuck?” She mouthed to him as she scratched off the name. He placed his hand up, telling her to wait. “Wasn't he a cardiac surgeon? Wouldn’t he have known about that?”

-

“I’m looking for information on Mrs. Wallace’s death….three deaths? Who were the others?” Y/N’s eyes widened, running a hand over her mouth. Sam groaned as he scratched off another name on the list. “Ed Campbell and Jackson Blackwood” Y/N ran her hand over her face again as Sam scratched off the last remaining two names on the list.

“No, that’s all I needed. Thank you very much” Y/N finished before turning the phone off. Y/N let out a deep sigh, her mind racing with the new information. “Oh my god.” Sam muttered. "This is crazy," she muttered back in agreement, her eyes moving from the laptop screen to Sam.

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Now in a motel room they booked for a couple of hours, Ruby stood across from them as Y/N glared at her once again and Sam stood with his arms crossed. “They’re dead. All of my mom’s friends, all of y/n’s mom’s friends, their doctors, their uncles. Everyone who ever knew them, systematically wiped off the map one at a time”

“Someone went through a hell of a lot of trouble trying to cover their tracks” Y/N scoffed as she crushed the bud to her burst of cigarette in the ashtray. “Yup. Yellow Eyes Demon” Ruby deadpanned. “So, what’s your deal? You show up wherever Sam is like a creepy stalker, you know all about us, all our moms” Y/N spat accusationally, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Just trying to help," Ruby responded, her tone almost innocent. Sam gave Y/N a warning glance, silently asking her to keep her temper in check. Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes narrowing at Ruby. She didn't trust her one bit, but she couldn't deny that Ruby seemed to have information that they needed.

Y/N let out a frustrated huff, her fingers tapping against her wrist. “Help us? How?” she retorted, her voice dripping with skepticism. “I already told you, I’m just a-” Sam cut Ruby off, “Oh, right. Right. Yeah, yeah. Just a Hunter? Just some Hunter who just happened to know more about our families than we do” Sam shot back with dripping sarcasm.

Y/N clenched her fists, feeling a surge of anger rise within her for no reason whatsoever, she couldn’t figure out why she was extremely snappy but she wanted nothing more than to punch Ruby in the face, but she kept her cool, barely. "Yeah, a 'just a Hunter' who seems to know a hell of a lot more than we do" she gritted out between clenched teeth.

Sam shot her another warning glance, silently urging her to calm down and stay focused. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. “Just tell us who you are,” Sam said, asking Ruby, trying to remain calm. “Sam, it-” Ruby chuckled, shaking her head as Sam stalked over to her form. She was leaning against a table.

“Just tell us who you are” Y/N repeated, trying to remain calm also. “It doesn’t matter,” Ruby shook her head. "Of course it matters!" Y/N snapped out of frustration, "You know who we are, what we are, and all about our families! You know things that we don't-"

“Fine,” Ruby said calmly, cutting Y/N off mid sentence. She shut her eyes before opening them back up. Her eyes flashed over a ball of black, indicating she was a demon. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she stared at Ruby's eyes, horror and confusion coursing through her veins. Sam’s eyes widened in horror as he backed away, scrambling over to his bag for holy water. “Think twice before going for that holy water” Ruby mused,

“Give me one reason I should” Sam growled. “I’m here to help you guys” Ruby shrugged, this made Y/N snap, instantly grabbing the demon by her collar. “Like hell you are!” Y/N exclaimed, her voice laced with anger and resentment as she slammed her into the wall. Anger rose in Ruby’s veins, but she shook with fear when Y/N pulled out her knife from her jacket.

The dagger glowed fiercely in her right hand as she pressed it to Ruby’s throat. Sam stood frozen, “How the hell did you get that back? I thought you gave it to Bobby?” His voice shook. "It doesn’t matter," Y/N spat, her eyes still fixed on Ruby. A mix of anger and hatred in her eyes. “Is this some kind of fucking joke?” She growled at the demon.

“Is this some kind of fucking joke?” She growled at the demon. “God’s honest truth…or whatever” Ruby snorted, raising her right hand before dropping it. She winced as Y/N pressed the blade harder against her throat. “You know, I could kill you right here” She shot back at Y/N.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Y/N's mouth, “I’m the one with a knife to your throat right now that could send your ass back to hell, so I'd say the advantage is mine” She grinned menacingly. “You’re a demon” Sam spat, grappling his holy water in his hand as he stalked over to Y/N and Ruby. “Don’t be such a racist” Ruby rolled her eyes, “I’m here because I want to help you. And I can, if you guys trust me”

"Trust?” Sam scoffed incredulously, holding up his holy water. “Sam, Y/N, calm down” Ruby pleaded. "Start talking. All those murders, what was the demon trying to cover up?” Sam demanded. Ruby didn’t answer so Y/N gripped her by her throat and slammed her back into the wall.

"Answer the question” Y/N ordered, her voice trembling with anger as she held the knife to the Demon's throat. "Okay, okay, okay" Ruby choked out, her voice strained. “I don’t know what he was trying to cover up.” She admitted, “What happened to our moms?” Y/N demanded as Sam shot Ruby a nasty glare. “I honestly don’t know! That’s what I’m trying to find out. All I know is that it’s about you two”

"What?” Y/N and Sam exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. "Why would it be about us?" Y/N demanded, her grip on Ruby loosening slightly, her expression a mix of anger and curiosity. Ruby scoffed, “Don’t you get it? It’s all about you two, what happened to your moms, what happened to their friends. They’re trying to cover up what he did to you two”

“And I wanna help you guys figure it out” Ruby added with a shrug, her eyes fixated on Y/N’s knife. “I told you to be careful with that,” She said with a dark smile. Y/N bristled at the demon's words, her grip on the knife tightening again as she pressed it harder against Ruby's throat. "Why would you wanna help us?” Sam spat.

“I have my reasons. Not all demons are the same, Sam and Y/N. Not all of us want the same thing. Me? I wanna help you from time to time. That’s all. Like right now, I’m helping you by saying that knife you’ve got…you don’t know what it’s gonna do to you” Ruby smirked. "What do you mean by that?” Sam questioned, his eyes narrowing as he clutched the cap of the holy water bottle tighter.

“She’s full of shit, Sam” Y/N snapped, narrowing her eyes at Ruby. "Am I?" Ruby sneered, trying to shake her head. "You want to believe that? Okay.“ Y/N pressed the blade harder into her throat, a small trickle of blood running down her skin.

“How can I not sense you?” Y/N asked, gritting her teeth. "Maybe because you’re not that good” Ruby mused with a smirk. Y/N fought the urge to stab the demon right then and there. So she reeled her back again, slamming her into the wall to knock the wind out of her. “How?!” Sam bellowed, throwing holy water into the demon’s face.

“Goddammit!” Ruby exclaimed, her eyes squeezed shut as the holy water burned her skin. A small smile tugged at the corner of Y/N's mouth, a twisted satisfaction in her eyes as she watched the demon's pain. “Talk!” Y/N demanded again.

Ruby grimaced, looking up at Y/N with a glare. "Fine. Let go of me first." She growled. Y/N rolled her eyes but reluctantly loosened her grip on the demon, allowing her to stand upright. Sam stood ready to strike again with the holy water.

"Talk" Y/N repeated again, her voice firm. Ruby rolled her eyes, scoffing as she peeled off her brown leather jacket. She allowed it to plop to the ground before revealing the symbol etched into her skin. It was practically burnt in, the symbol was the exact same one Y/N spotted on Envy.

Y/N and Sam stared in shock at the symbol on Ruby's arm. "What the hell is that?" Sam asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. "That..." Ruby drawled, gesturing to the symbol with her left hand, "...is a protection symbol. It hides my presence, aura, whatever the fuck you wanna call it. From people like you” She stated as she pointed to Y/N.

"You're telling me that's why I can't sense you?" Y/N demanded, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the knife tighter. "Exactly" Ruby nodded, a smug smile on her face. Y/N resisted the urge to stab her right there and then. “I don’t believe this,” Sam scoffed, shaking his head.

“Oh believe it” Ruby snarked, “And if you let me help you…heh…there’s something in it for you” Ruby whispered. “What could you possibly-” Sam scoffed but Ruby interrupted them, “I could help you save your brother. I can help you save Dean” Y/N and Sam stiffened at the mention of Dean's name.

Y/N froze. Her heart skipped a beat, and her grip on the knife faltered slightly.

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“Because demon, that’s why!” Dean shouted at Sam and Y/N. “Because the second you find out this Ruby chick is a demon, you go for the holy water. You don’t chat” He ridiculed the two as if they were children.

They were now back at Y/N’s safehouse, currently in the kitchen. They woke Dean and spilled the beans about Ruby’s true nature. As much as one side of Y/N’s mind screamed at her to not tell Dean about the knife’s sudden reappearance, Sam insisted, begging her to do so.

He stuck the fact in her head that in general, she wouldn’t keep these types of secrets from them. So from the knife’s sudden reappearance and Y/N’s insistence to keep it a secret from Dean of all people. It couldn’t mean anything good.

“No one was chatting, Dean. Y/N had her up against the wall with that weird ass knife. She almost looked scared!” Sam defended, “Exactly, she couldn’t do us shit even if she wanted to” Y/N aided to Sam’s defense, crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh yeah, then why didn’t you use the damn thing and send her ass back to hell?” Dean shot back.

Y/N gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing as she clenched her fists. "Goddammit, Dean, it's not that simple!” She exploded, her frustration boiling over. “What’s not simple about exorcising a fucking demon?!” Dean exclaimed, pushing himself up from the bed. “She said she might be able to help us out, Dean!” Sam revealed as Dean made his way over to the fridge.

“How?!” Dean snapped, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer. Sam and Y/N exchanged a skeptical look. Y/N shook her head, urging Sam not to tell Dean because knowing her boyfriend, he’d yell at them for wanting to save him from going to hell.

Sam sighed, knowing what Y/N was thinking. He knew Dean would be furious if he found out they were planning a way to save him. But deep down, he knew it was the right thing to do.

"Well?” Dean muttered, standing there with the beer in his hand, his eyes darting from Y/N's face to Sam's, waiting for one of them to say something. "We..." Sam started, his voice trembling. He glanced at Y/N, silently begging her to take over.

Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she spoke, her voice low and steady. "She told us she could help you, okay?" She began, glancing at Dean for his reaction. “Help you out of the crossroads deal” Dean was in utter disbelief, he was almost amused at how naive his brother and girlfriend were being.

“What’s wrong with you two, huh? She’s lyin’. You’ve gotta know that, don’t you?” Dean scoffed as she took a swig of his beer. “She knows what your weakness is, it’s me!” Dean shouted. "We’re not idiots, Dean" Y/N retorted, her voice laced with anger. "We know she’s a demon but she might be telling the truth." Dean let out a harsh, humorless laugh as he took a swig of his beer.

"How gullible are you really?" He sneered, shaking his head in disbelief. Y/N looked hurt by his response, it made her laugh humorlessly. Sam’s head darted up by his brother’s words, “Dean, listen." Sam tried to reason with his older brother, his words firm. “We’re desperate here man. This is your life we’re talking about.”

“What else did she say?” Dean asked, Sam and Y/N exchanged another look. Remembering Ruby’s words about their mom’s deaths being all about them. The two’s eyes went wide for a split second, both urging each other not to say a word about it.

“Guys?” Dean urged them to talk. "Not much" Sam lied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "Nothing" Y/N said at the same time as Sam. Dean raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Nothing, okay?!” They exclaimed in unison. “For Christ’s sake, we’re not talking about trusting her. We’re talking about using her!” Y/N exclaimed as she placed her hands on her hips.

“I mean, we’re at war here, right? And we don’t know jackshit about the enemy. We don’t know where they are, what they’re doing. I mean hell, we don’t even know what the fuck they want!” Sam aided Y/N’s point. Dean’s eyes flicked between Y/N and Sam, his expression turning serious. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” He muttered in disbelief.

“Hear us out, charming.” Y/N pleaded, Dean’s face softened upon looking into her eyes. She strode over to him, taking his hands into hers. “This Ruby chick knows more than we ever will find out on our own. Now, yes, it’s a risk. We know that, but we need to take it” Y/N stated softly.

Dean let out a long, deep breath as he stared into Y/N's eyes, his gaze unwavering. His eyes dropped to their intertwined hands before looking over at his brother, who wore the signature puppy dog eye look Y/N was sporting. He looked at them with disbelief, “You guys are okay, right? I mean, are you feeling okay?” He asked Y/N and Sam.

Sam and Y/N groaned exasperated as Y/N snatched her hands away from Dean, “Yes, we’re fine. Why are you always asking that?!” Sam exclaimed, running a hand through his hair as a phone started to ring. “Because it’s my job to make sure you guys are fine” Dean retorted, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s.

Y/N rolled her eyes, letting out a scoff as they all checked their pockets. “It’s not mine,” Sam said, holding up his phone. Dean checked his pockets before shaking his head, “Nope”

“It's not mine either” Y/N said, her brows creasing in confusion as the ringing of the phone continued. “Well where the hell is it coming from?” Dean grumbled as he scanned the room. Y/N’s eyes darted to the living room, “I think it’s my dad’s” She muttered as she crossed the room and headed into the living room, “F/N’s?” Dean questioned, confused.

He followed behind, leaning against the doorframe as Y/N crouched, unzipping her other duffel bag and digging through it. Sam stood behind his brother, his eyes watching her. After a second of rummaging through the bag, she retrieved her father's old flip phone. “Yeah, I keep his phone charger up in case any of his old contacts call” she confirmed, holding up the ringing phone. She flipped it open, pressing it to her ear, “Hello?”

Y/N’s brow furrowed in concern as she held the phone in her hand, her eyes darting to the brothers. Dean’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as they silently listened. “Uh, no this is not Edgar Cayce. This is his daughter….” She lied fluidly as she shrugged at the boys.

“Oh- nonono, don’t call the police. I’ll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just, uh…? Can you just lock it back up for me? Great-“ She cleared her throat before gesturing for Sam or Dean to get a paper and pen with her free hand. “Uh- Dad was always bad at writing stuff down, do you have the address so I can write it down?”

Sam handed Y/N a piece of paper and pen, watching her intently as she wrote the address down. “Uh-huh…right. Thanks a lot” She muttered into the phone before hanging it up and turning around to face the boys. “Did my dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?” Y/N asked Dean with a raised eyebrow. “What?” Dean gaped, confused.

“Outside of Buffalo?” She added as Sam also gaped, “No way” Sam muttered, shocked, “Yeah. And someone just broke into it” Y/N nodded, tossing Dean the phone. Dean caught the phone with ease, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he looked at Y/N. “Your dad had more secrets than I thought” He said with a small scoff.

“Apparently” Y/N muttered, crossing her arms over her chest “But the question is” Sam began, a curious look in his eyes, “What was in there?”

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Black Rock, New York

“Man” Dean chuckled to himself as he shook his head. The trio were now in an elevator to the storage facility, heading up to the room F/N had. “What?” Sam asked, “Just F/N. You know? Him and dad with their secrets. Spend all this time with them and it’s like we barely knew em” Dean snorted. Y/N chuckled in agreement as the elevator came to a stop.

“Well, we’re about to learn something” She said, leaning off the wall as the boys lifted the shaft door up. All three of them stepped out, their footsteps echoing through the hall. They started walking forwards, passing countless other storage units. Y/N lead them, pulling out the key from her pocket as she stopped in front of the one labeled “159”.

She inserted the key into the lock before twisting it and opening the door. In front of them was the dark storage room, filled with countless boxes. They all fished out their flashlights, shining it through as they entered the storage room. Sam then shone his light on the ground, his eyes were met with a large devils trap. “No demons allowed” He muttered as Dean pointed out the bloodied footsteps. “Blood”

Y/N crouched down, shining her light from side to side. “Check this out, fellas” She pointed out the tripwire at the entrance. “Damn, your dad was prepared” Dean muttered as knelt down next to Y/N, following the tripwire with his light. He chuckled to himself, a grin forming on his face as he stood back up. “Classic F/N” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Whoever broke in here got tagged” Sam said aloud. “Daddy dearest” Y/N muttered sarcastically with a roll of her eyes, ignoring the painful stab she felt in her heart at the thought of her father keeping this a secret from her. Dean frowned when he noticed the twinge of angst in her tone. Instead, she focused back on the job.

“I got two sets of boot treads here, this was a two man job” Y/N stated as she stood back up, Dean’s eyes followed the direction her flashlight was shining, following the footprint. “And our friend with the buckshot in him, looks like he kept walking” he added, his eyes following the path of the footprints as he continued further into the storage room. Sam and Y/N followed behind him.

“So what’s the deal? You think Dad and F/N would do work here or something?” Sam inquired, “Living the high life as usual” Dean snorted, he shook his head in amusement when his eyes landed on the skeleton of a gator head. Dean’s eyes landed on a trophy, he picked it up, dusting it off, “1995”

Sam’s head darted over to him, immediately recognizing the trophy. “No way” He gasped, taking it from Dean. “That’s my division championship soccer trophy. I can’t believe dad kept this” He chuckled as he dusted it off, “Yes, that’s probably the closest you ever came to being a boy” Dean snorted in amusement as he eyes landed on a familiar gun.

“Oh, wow. This is my first sawed-off” He grinned, taking it up before turning to Y/N. “I made it myself in sixth grade” He bragged, laughing as he cocked the gun. Sam chuckled as Y/N let out an amused laugh. “Of course you’ve been making guns since sixth grade” She mumbled as they continued walking. She paused when her light landed on something.

“Hey, check this out” She said as she crouched, shining her light behind a pile of boxes. A bright smile stretched across her face when she saw a trophy from Sioux Falls High for MVP Varsity Cheerleader with her name engraved on it. Y/N picked the trophy up, delicately dusting it off as she stared down at the plaque with a smile. “Dad even kept my MVP cheerleading trophy” She chuckled.

Sam chuckled as he and Dean peered over her shoulder, their eyes glancing over the trophy. “You still got that uniform?” Dean teased, a smirk on his face. That earned him a playful gasp and smack to his chest from Y/N as Sam groaned dramatically, “Kill me now” He gagged.

“I thought I was hot in it” Y/N retorted, a smirk on her face, which Dean was quick to agree to, “Oh, you still are in it” He winked, to which Sam groaned aloud once again.

Dean and Y/N laughed as she knelt down again to rummage through a box. Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise as she pulled some photo albums out, opening it up. “Oh my gosh” She muttered as her eyes scanned over a few pictures.

Sam and Dean were quick to crouch down, peering over her shoulder to get a look at the photos. Y/N held a particular picture up. Dean’s breath hitched at the sight of the photograph, his eyes widening slightly as Sam stared at it in shock.

In the picture were Y/N, Dean, Sam, F/N and John. They stood with their arms wrapped around one another, smiling brightly at the camera. Their faces were much younger and more youthful, filled with genuine happiness. “Wow,” Dean muttered, staring at the photo in shock. “When was this taken?” Sam asked aloud.

“1987” Y/N stated as she flipped through the book. It led straight up to 1999 with various pictures. Sam and Dean were glued to the photos as Y/N flipped through them. “Wow, look at you guys” Dean chuckled as an old picture of five-year-old Sam and Y/N dressed up for Halloween as Wonder Woman and Batman. Their outfits looked homemade, the trio snorted in amusement at the picture.

“And what the hell are you supposed to be?” Sam questioned with a chuckle, pointing at a picture of a 9-year-old Dean, dressed in the most hideous of outfits. “A pimp..?” Y/N mumbled, letting out a loud laugh as Sam and Dean immediately burst out into laughter.

“I was Superman! Bobby made me that outfit!” Dean defended. “He made you that?!” Sam practically wheezed, clutching his stomach in laughter as Y/N let out hysterical laughter. She flipped the page again, her jaw dropping when she found their prom pictures. “No way!” She laughed as Sam covered his face in shame.

“Oh my God, I look like a fetus” He groaned at the picture of him hopping up on Y/N’s back for a piggy back ride, all while in his white tux and Y/N wore her black dress. The piggy back ride was per Dean’s request, just for his own shits and gigs.

Dean bursted out laughing as he pointed at the multiple pictures of Sam cringing and screaming because Y/N was jumping up and down and he was so scared she would drop him, “I remember this, she said you weighed like a baby gorilla!” Dean cackled, wiping his tears away from his eyes from laughing so much. Y/N’s face started to heat up when she looked at her picture with Dean.

Dean wore his black tux, his shaggy hair neatly slicked back. Their bodies were flush against each other. His eyes locked onto hers, a hint of longing and desire flashing through them. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph” She muttered as she traced over the picture.

“You wanted me sooo bad” Dean teased, poking his girlfriend's cheek, a twinge of cockiness in his tone. Y/N’s head whipped to his direction, playfully smacking away his hand, “Hey! You wanted me just as much, shut up” She defended with a grumble, Dean snickered in amusement though he didn’t deny it.

Y/N shook her head as she continued flipping, her eyes widening when she landed on a picture of her and Xander in 2001. She was sitting on his lap on the porch of her safehouse. She bullied Sam into taking the picture of them kissing so she could keep it for memories.

She quickly snapped the book shut before Dean could see it, “Okay! Enough of that” She said quickly, tossing it back into the box. Sam chuckled, a smirk on his face as he watched Y/N frantically slam the book shut. “Why did you slam that so fast?” Dean questioned, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as he peered up at her.

Y/N’s internally panicked but played it off like it was nothing. “Nothing, nothing. Just say a spider coming up the spine” She said casually, “Oh, what’s that?” She pointed to a grated gate to the back of the room. Changing the subject. It was chained and locked prior but the lock was busted open, presumably with a sledgehammer.

Dean’s head snapped over to where she was pointing, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the busted open lock. “What the hell?” He muttered, standing up as he approached it. Sam and Y/N followed close behind. Sam reached over and pushed the door inwards, a loud creaking from the metal echoed through the room. It was filled with all sorts of arsenal.

Their mouths fell agape as they peered around the room. “Son of a fucking bitch” “Jesus fucking Christ” Dean and Y/N gasped in unison, they looked like kids in a candy store. Sam let out a loud whistle, “Holy shit”. Dean was the first to venture in, a grin spread across his face as he looked around. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me” He practically laughed in excitement as he picked up an old Colt .45 off the table.

“Look at this, they had land mines” Y/N pointed out as she scanned the area. “Which they didn’t take,” Dean pointed out as he placed the gun down. He and Y/N knowing shared a look. “Or the guns…I guess they knew what they were after, huh?” She added as she turned to Sam. The younger Winchester wore a skeptical look on his face as he shone his light on some old wooden boxes.

“Hey Y/N/N, check these out. You see these symbols?” Y/N made her way over to him, squinting her eyes as she looked at the boxes. “Yeah, that’s binding magic” She said aloud, pointing at one of the symbols. Sam and Y/N exchanged a wide eyed look as Dean looked confused, “These are curse boxes” Sam said aloud,

“Curse boxes. Aren’t those supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right? Kinda like the pandora deal?” Dean questioned. “Yeah, yeah. They’re built to contain the power of the cursed object.” Y/N nodded in confirmation. “Dad’s journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes. He never did say where they’d end up” Dean stated as Sam and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, well this must be their toxic-waste dump,” Sam deadpanned. He narrowed his eyes at an empty space. It had dust around it, the center was dust-free. Indicating a box was previously there. Y/N noticed this and brought her finger up, pressing it to the dust. “One box is missing” Sam pointed out, bringing his own finger up to the empty space before dusting it off simultaneously with Y/N.

“Great,” She muttered sarcastically. “Well, maybe they didn’t open it” Dean said hopefully with a shrug, smiling awkwardly at Sam and Y/N. Sam gave him a look that clearly said “really?” As Y/N let out a scoff. “When has our luck ever been that good, babe?” She pointed out, patting his shoulder.

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The Impala and Harley pulled up to the beat down apartment complex in quite a sketchy neighborhood. Parking side by side with their respective drivers holding the wheel and handlebars. Y/N flicked up the visor on her helmet to get a better look at the car they saw on the tape back at the storage facility after greasing the palms of the security guard to get the footage.

“Connecticut. Last three digits, 8-8-0” She said the plate number out loud as she turned to the Winchesters. “Yup. That’s it” Sam confirmed as Dean clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Should’ve blacked out their plates before they parked in-front of the security camera” He snickered.

“Damn morons” Y/N muttered as she pushed her visor back down. She let out a chuckle as she looked over at the complex. “Nice place” She deadpanned, peeling her helmet off. “If you’re looking to get shot, that is” Dean added with sass as he shut the Impala off.

The trio clambered out of their rides, staring at the shady place. Sam looked less than pleased as his eyes landed on the cracked door that looked like it was practically hanging by its hinges by the entrance. “What an absolute shithole” He muttered as Dean shut his driver door, heading round to the trunk with Y/N.

-

Y/N was now kneeling in-front of the door to the apartment of the suspects from the video, trying her best to make the least amount of noise to pick the lock. It sounded like the two were inside so Sam and Dean cocked their guns behind her.

They stayed close behind her, keeping guard with their weapons readied and at the ready as she picked the lock to the door. It didn’t take too long before the lock clicked open and it slightly creaked as she pushed it in.

Dean and Sam were immediately on high alert when they heard movement from inside the apartment. “I can’t lose…I mean, really. I- I can’t lose” Wayne said as he picked up his drink from the table. Y/N whipped out her own gun as they trudged down quietly the dusty hall to the apartment.

“I mean, this thing really works. You know what I’m saying?” Wayne told Grossman as he picked up the cursed rabbit's foot. Sam, Dean and Y/N exchanged a look as they pressed their backs to the wall, “I’ll tell you one thing, there’s no way in fuckin’ hell, we’re handing it over to that stuck-up bitch now. Not after all we’ve been through” Wayne insisted.

“Mhm” Grossman agreed, Wayne smiled as the two men got up from the couch. “Let go, huh? Let’s get out of here. Let’s go have some fu-” Wayne didn’t get to finish his words when Dean made himself known, “Freeze, freeze! Nobody move” He bellowed with clear authority as they all emerged from the corridor.

Wayne and Grossman were frozen in absolute shock and terror as Y/N and Sam stood by Dean’s sides, guns aimed directly at them. They were completely outnumbered; and it clearly showed by the panicked looks on the two men’s faces.

“Don’t move. Don’t move!” Sam commanded. “What is this?!” Wayne demanded, fear potent in his voice as they held their hands up. “Stop and give us the box!” Y/N shouted as she inched towards Wayne, “And please tell me that you didn’t-”

“Oh, they did” Sam interrupted her words, nodding his head towards the opened curse box on the table. Y/N audibly groaned with annoyance as Dean’s eye twitched. “You opened it?!” He growled before grabbing Wayne by his collar and backing him up into the wall, pressing the barrel of his gun to his throat.

“Uhh! Are you guys cops?!” Wayne groaned, “Huh?!” Dean glared at him, “Are you guys cops?!” He asked again, panicked, “What was in the box?!” Y/N demanded as she trudged over to Dean, pointing her gun straight to the middle of Wayne’s forehead. Wayne breathed heavily as his eyes flickered over to the table.

The cursed rabbit’s foot rested perfectly in the open for taking. Their eyes moved over to the table, “Oh, was that it? It was, wasn’t it?” Dean asked, his attention now on the table as Y/N kept her gaze on Wayne. “What was that thing?” He muttered, Wayne took this opening to smack Dean’s gun away from his throat.

Causing him to accidentally pistol whip his unsuspecting girlfriend across her nose. “Fuck!” Y/N cursed as her hands instinctively went to her nose, dropping her gun in the process to stop the blood from spilling out from the wound.

Her gun dropping on the ground caused a bullet to go off, ricocheting around the room three times before the same bullet narrowly grazed Sam’s hand, resulting in him dropping his gun with a painful hiss. Almost as if it was….dumb luck.

They all instinctively covered their head, except for Y/N, who was nursing her nose. The bullet died, narrowly missing Dean and hitting a nearby lamp. Sam was dumbfounded, until he realized Wayne’s friend, Grossman, was eyeing Y/N’s discarded gun on the ground. He gritted his teeth as he tried, retrieve it, only to get pushed by Grossman and into his brother, their backs hitting each other.

Dean’s accidental back blow from his brother, resulted in him toppling over onto Y/N. The two lovers went crashing into a table with heavy grunts, as the rabbits foot went flying into the air and onto the ground. “Sorry!…AAHH!!” Sam apologized, only to get tackled by Grossman.

Dean’s body was somehow tangled between Y/N’s legs from the fall, his upper body pressing into her inner section. “Motherfucker, you’re heavy! Get off, you’re crushing my vagina!”

“Sorry, sorry” Dean mumbled as he tried to untangle himself from between Y/N’s legs. Dean grunted as he got up off of her, looked over at Sam and Grossman who were in a scuffle on the ground.

Wayne was slowly inching towards Sam’s gun when Y/N tried to sit up, “Oh no you don’t!” Dean attempted to reach for it, only for Wayne to retrieve it. Comedically whacking the elder Winchester across the face, causing him to grunt and fall once more on top of Y/N.

Y/N winced as her still bleeding nose hit the carpet, “Oh sweet baby Jesus…” She mumbled as Dean muttered another groggy ‘sorry’.

Meanwhile, Grossman was strangling the younger Winchester. His head was beginning to get hazy when he realized the cursed rabbit's foot was just fingertips away. Desperation kicked in and Sam reached for it, retrieving it within a matter of seconds.

Suddenly, a rush of adrenaline took him over once he had the rabbit's foot in possession. So he yanked Grossman’s hands off of his throat before lifting his knee between them, kicking him in the mid section.

The single kick sent Grossman flying a few feet into the air, landing across the room. “Dean! Y/N!” Sam shouted as he scrambled to his feet, “I got it” He held up the rabbit's foot, as Y/N helped up a groggy Dean, still weak from the slight blood loss.

“No you don’t” The cocking of a gun caught his attention, Wayne held Sam’s gun towards him. Dean’s eyes widened as tears welled up in Y/N’s. “No” She winced. Sam braced himself for impending death by his own gun, only for when Wayne pulled the trigger. The gun got jammed.

Dean took his chance and pushed himself to his feet, in an attempt to snatch the gun from Wayne, who was repeatedly trying to fire the jammed gun. Faith seemed to step in and a panicked Wayne ended up tripping on his own feet and into the couch. The couch went toppling over, rendering Wayne unconscious with a blow to his head.

Sam and Dean shared a surprised look as Y/N shouted, “Sam!” To gain his attention, upon seeing Grossman attempt to use the bookshelf to pull himself up and shoot Sam. But the bookshelf came down onto Grossman, resulting in the gun he had prior in his possession, being launched into the air.

Sam caught the gun one handed with ease as Grossman fell to the ground with a grunt, falling unconscious with one last book to his head. Everyone looked disheveled and confused, Dean and Y/N’s heads went from the unconscious man to Sam. “That was a lucky break” Y/N groaned as she clutched her nose.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked softly, looking a little shaken from the strange set of events. Y/N nodded before wiping some blood away with her thumb, the metallic substance now staining her cream colored T-shirt. “Yeah, I’m alright” Y/N assured, giving his arm a light squeeze as Sam trotted over, still clenching the now cursed rabbit's foot in his hand.

“Is that a rabbit's foot?” Y/N raised a brow as Sam lifted the foot to get a better look. “I think it is” He responded as he furrowed his brows. Dean looked equally flabbergasted, “Huh” He muttered before turning to Y/N again to get a better look at her busted nose.

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The Impala and Harley were now parked outside of a diner, Y/N had sunglasses on along with two cotton swabs sticking up her nose. Her head was tilted back, resting on the seat in the back as Sam sat in front, trying to find anything about the rabbit’s foot from John’s journal.

Dean emerged from the convenience store next to the diner with a plastic bag in hand. “I’m not finding anything on it in Dad’s journal” Sam piped up as Dean clambered back into the driver's seat with the convenience store bag. “Good grief” Y/N murmured, still pinching her nose with two fingers.

Dean nodded as he pulled out a Gatorade, a bag of frozen peas and a pack of smokes. Handing it to Y/N. “I think I got everything you need to help reduce the swelling” he explained as she sat up straight, letting out a slight hiss as she took the items before dropping the bag onto her lap. “You’re a saint, sweetie” Y/N mumbled with a weak smile before taking a sip of the bottle.

“Yeah yeah, whatever” Dean huffed with a sarcastic tone, but his voice held no trace of hostility “Just trying to keep your pretty little face in tact” She rolled her eyes with a scoff as she pressed the peas to her nose but there was a tinge of a smile playing on her face.

Dean then took out the last item from the bag, a bunch of scratch offs. He smirked as he handed it to Sam. “Dean, come on” The younger Winchester scoffed with disapproval. “What?” Dean asked exasperated. “Hey, that was my gun he was pointing at your head. My gun don’t jam, so that was a lucky break” Dean defended as Y/N snorted from the back seat.

Thinking of an innuendo from Dean’s words, only to groan in pain again from the snort which was painful to do.

“That’s what you get” Dean shot back with a wink, only to receive a playful middle finger from his girlfriend. “Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break” She added. Dean nodded in agreement, shoving the scratch offs in his brother’s hand. “Here. Scratch one”

Sam snorted, rolling his eyes. “Come on, little Winchester. Scratch and win” Y/N urged as she tossed the peas beside her, digging into her pocket for a coin. Sam sighed as he accepted the coin, Y/N dropping it into his palm. “Dean, Y/N. It’s gotta be cursed somehow” Sam mumbled as he scratched at one of the tickets. “Otherwise Dad and F/N wouldn’t have locked it up”

He then handed the ticket back to Dean who did the math quickly in his head, his jaw dropping. “$1200. You just won $1200” He gaped. “No fucking way” Y/N exclaimed as looked over Dean’s shoulder to peer at the ticket. Sam’s jaw dropped also as Dean laughed, “Whoo!!!” He exclaimed celebratory as he and Y/N high-fived.

“I don’t know, man. That doesn’t seem that cursed to me” Dean smirked, handing his brother another ticket. Sam wore a stoic expression, snatching the ticket from his brother. “Lighten up, dude. Maybe it’s a lucky rabbit's foot, not cursed” Y/N suggested as Sam began to scratch another ticket. “Well, that’s a hell of a lot of luck” Dean muttered, but a smirk still played on his face.

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Dean was practically giggling to himself, laying out all the winning lotto tickets on the hood of the Impala while Y/N spoke on the phone with Bobby, who was reprimanding Sam. She leaned against her bike, which was parked next to Dean’s car as Sam paced infront of her. “Sammy, calm down” Y/N tried to ease his tension.

“Look, Bobby, we didn’t know” Sam defended as he stopped in front of her. The phone was on speaker but Dean was too distracted by the tickets to hear the conversation. “You touched it? Damn it, Sam” Bobby exclaimed as he held up the rabbit's foot. “Well, Dad never told us about this thing. I mean, you know about his storage place in Black Rock?” Y/N shot back.

“His lockup? Yeah, I knew. Hell, I built those curse boxes for ‘em” Bobby confirmed as Sam’s eyes spotted something shiny on the ground. “Look, you have got a serious problem. That rabbit's foot ain’t no dime-store notion” Bobby warned them as Sam knelt down and pushed the newspaper side. Underneath was a gold watch. He lifted it up and showed Y/N, who’s jaw dropped as Bobby said.

“It’s real Hoodoo. Old World stuff” Bobby explained as Sam turned to show Dean the gold watch, raising it to the air. “Awesome” Dean mouthed in awe. “Made by a Baton Rouge conjure woman about a hundred years ago” Bobby told them. “It’s a hell of a luck charm” Y/N muttered, “It’s not a luck charm. It’s a curse. She made it to kill people, kids” Bobby exclaimed.

“What?!” Y/N exclaimed as Sam looked equally shocked at the revelation. “Yeah. See, you touch it, you own it. You own it, sure, you get a run of good luck to beat the devil. But you lose it, that luck turns. It turns so bad that you’re dead inside a week” Bobby explained.

“Well, so I won’t lose it, Bobby,” Sam assured him, “Everybody loses it!” Bobby exclaimed, “Well, then how do we break the curse?” Y/N countered as Sam shoved it into his pocket, “I don’t know if you can. Let me look through my library and make some calls. Just sit tight” Bobby muttered in frustration.

“Thanks, Bobby” Y/N muttered as Sam paced over to his brother. “Oh, and Y/N” Bobby added, she then took the phone off of the speaker and pressed it to her ear. “Yeah?” She asked, “That knife you gave me, I think I lost it. I’ve been trying to do my best to look it up but I keep coming up empty” He told her lowly.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, part of her mind was yelling at her to tell Bobby that it appeared in her bag but the other part was screaming to not say a word. Her mind was spinning trying to come up with a response but was coming up blank.

“Oh, yeah?” She asked slowly, trying to keep her voice neutral so that Dean and Sam wouldn’t get suspicious. There was a beat of silence before Bobby exhaled slowly on the other end of the line. “Yeah, it sucks. I think I’d have luck finding a needle in a haystack” Y/N forced out a short snort.

“Well, I guess that’s better than finding out if something was wrong with it. Don’t stress it, Bobby” She told him, her eyes darting over to the boys. “Yeah, I guess so” He responded, he didn’t sound very convinced but didn’t say anything else on the matter. “I’ll talk to ya later” He mumbled. “Yeah, alright. Bye” She muttered, hanging up the phone.

“Babe, we’re up 15 grand” Dean cheered as he waved the tickets. Sam frowned along with Y/N, he still hadn’t told Dean that the rabbit's foot was anything but good luck.

-

“Don’t worry, Bobby’ll find a way to break it” Dean assured Sam and Y/N as he opened the door to the diner. Allowing Y/N in first. “I’m sure he will” Y/N agreed, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze as she walked into the diner which made her realise how hungry she was.

Sam still looked worried but Dean was trying to make the best of the situation. “Until then, I say we hit Vegas, pull a Rain Man. You can be Rain Man” Dean said excitedly. “I like it” Y/N added with a short laugh as they approached the host. “Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, okay?” Sam insisted before turning to the host.

“Hi, uh, table for three, please?” He said politely. The host wore a wide smile before shouting, “Congratulations!!” He then pulled an alarm, causing a bell to ring throughout the restaurant. “Exciting, I know” Dean muttered as he and Y/N shared a confused look and Sam looked around the restaurant with an expression that said, ‘What in the holy fuck is going on?’

The host then presented Sam with a large check, “You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson’s Restaurant Family!” The trio held up the large check with faces that said, ‘the fuck?’ The entire staff emerged from the back with cameras, snapping pictures of the three. Suddenly they all started blowing party horns as everyone cheered.

Yellow, red and orange balloons came falling from the ceiling along with streamers and onto them.

Y/N peered over the check to read the prize, “Dude, free food. We’re getting free food for a year! Way to go, Sam!” She cheered excitedly. Sam cringed in discomfort as Dean and Y/N smiled widely for the camera, mainly at the fact that they could stuff their asses for free. Not caring whether the food was terrible or not.

-

Now sat at a booth, Dean was shoveling his third bowl of ice cream down his throat while next to him, Y/N was gnawing at her second cookie. “Bobby’s right. This lore goes way back. Pure Hoodoo” Sam confirmed, sitting across from them as he shut his laptop. “You can’t just cut one off any rabbit” He began. “Hmm” Dean hummed.

“It has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the 13th.” Sam finished as Dean placed his bowl down on the table, “I say from now on..we only go to places with Biggersons” He suggested, Y/N smiled in response as Dean started groaning from a brain freeze, clutching his forehead.

Sam chuckled in amusement, “Serves you right, I told you to eat slower” Y/N teased through her mouthful of cookies as she placed a soothing hand on his shoulder while he hunched over the table, shaking his head. “Usually you’re begging me eat faster” Dean shot back with a wide grin.

“That’s a different type of faster” Y/N responded with a wicked smile. “Yeah I could've done without hearing that” Sam muttered with a grossed out face and a groan, causing the couple to laugh in response. “You know, Sam, you should really try their pie” Y/N joked, still munching down on her cookie. Sam frowned slightly, shaking his head, “No, I’m good” He replied reluctantly.

A very attractive waitress suddenly approached their table, her short skirt riding up slightly. “Can I freshen you up?” She said in a sultry tone, gesturing to Sam’s mug. “Yeah, yeah. Sure” Sam muttered, avoiding eye-contact with her. The waitress flashed him a wide beaming smile. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how hot she was, her eyes roaming over the woman.

The waitress smirked at the psychic, taking her attention off the mug just for a second. Only for a little bit of coffee to spill from the mug, onto the table. The woman gasped before placing the mug on the table, “Oh gosh. I’m so sorry” She exclaimed, grabbing a rag which was tucked into the pocket of her apron. Y/N leaned back into her chair, watching as the waitress bent over to clean up the coffee.

Her seductive smile towards Sam didn’t falter. “Oh, no don’t worry. It’s okay, I got it” Sam assured her, attempting to help her clean the mess up. “It’s no trouble, really” The waitress giggled with a bright smile. Dean looked almost starstruck, his jaw slightly hanging as he stared at the waitress.

“Okay” Sam mumbled, clearing his throat. “Sorry about that” The waitress said as she wiped up the coffee, purposely leaning in to swipe the rabbit's foot from Sam. She pickpocketed him so quickly, none of them noticed due to how they were all shamelessly ogling her as she walked off, her hips swaying with every step she took as she looked back at them with a sultry smirk.

Y/N was the first to snap out of it, “You’re both taken man, quit staring” She grumbled, firstly kicking Dean in his shin and then Sam’s shin underneath the table. Both brothers flinched simultaneously, hissing from the kick she sent to them with her boot. “Ow! What the hell, woman?” Dean exclaimed, rubbing his shin.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, “You were eye-raping her” She said in an annoyed tone. “And you weren’t?” Dean retorted with a huff. Y/N opened her mouth to retaliate, to call him a hypocrite but quickly clamped her jaw shut when she realised that he was right. “Hey, I have no idea what you're talking about” She denied hotly, crossing her arms across her chest. Dean barked out a laugh at her response.

“Bullshit, you were checking her out more than I was” He teased her. The two weren’t actually mad at each other, however. They were quite secure in their relationship, for it being new, you’d think there would be a lot of insecurity between them. But truth be told, Y/N would rather stick a hot poker in between her legs than be with someone other than Dean. It goes both ways.

“Fine, I’ll admit that I looked at her for longer than appropriate but you were staring like a perv” Y/N replied in fake annoyance. Part of her was still a little jealous, even if she wasn’t actually annoyed. “What can I say? It’s in my DNA” He said with a shrug and a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes with a soft smile. “You’re an ass,” She muttered.

“Yeah but I’m your ass,” He reminded her. Sam fake gagged at them from across the table as he shook his head, earning middle fingers from both Dean and Y/N. Dean stuck up one of his fingers, his other hand resting behind Y/N’s backrest of the booth while Y/N stuck up both her fingers at the younger Winchester.

Sam simply cackled in return, picking up his hot mug of coffee. Which ended up slipping from his grasp, onto the table and began dripping onto his pants. “Oh! Oh, shit. Ah” Sam panicked, quickly pushing himself up from his side of the booth.

Only to accidentally bump into a waiter behind him, who was carrying a tray of food. The array of food scattered across the ground as the waiter fell back first, due to Sam’s ‘structured’ build. Dean and Y/N were agape at the sight. The waiter groaned as he sat upright on the floor, covered from head-to-toe in food.

Sam looked mortified as he muttered a quick and embarrassed “I’m so sorry”. He then turned to his family with a similar expression, Dean and Y/N shared a confused look. “How was that good?” Dean muttered, Sam quickly dug into his pocket. Only to come up short, now realizing they had been conned by that waitress and the rabbit’s foot was now gone.

The trio let out collective groans when they came to the same realization. “Son of a bitch” “Jesus Christ” Dean and Y/N exclaimed in unison as they all made a break for it to the door of the diner, they all frantically looked around for the black haired waitress.

When they realized she was nowhere in sight, they began running towards their vehicle. Sam then stumbled and tripped comically with a loud, “Whoa!” Resulting in Dean and Y/N freezing in their tracks. Sam grunted on the floor from his faceplant as his brother said, “Wow, you suck”

Y/N shot him a slight glare as she and Dean rushed over to help Sam up. When they got to his side, they each grabbed one of his arms and pulled him to his feet. Both his knees were cut open, the fall causing his pants to rip. “So what, now your luck turns bad?” Y/N asked as Sam painfully dusted himself off.

“I guess” He responded as Y/N wiped the dust off of his face. “I wonder how bad” Dean muttered. Sam gave his brother an unamused frown, “Please don’t say that” He winced.

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THE STORY OF US

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu x Reader

Word Count: 4k (PLS READ, I’M BEGGING YOU)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Pretty Heavy AU (idk what to call it tho), Female!Reader, Time Traveler!Reader, Time Traveler!Dazai, Reader is shorter than Dazai

Taglist: @underthetree845 | @nezuko-kamado-cute-demon

Notes: I don’t know what I’m doing

VERY HEAVILY RIVER SONG INSPIRED (find my quotes lol)

I might write part two from the Reader’s POV (don’t get your hopes up tho, I’m notoriously bad with writing part two to things, but if I get requests I’m more likely to do it!)

I just now realized that the title is also a Taylor Swift song, but I don’t wanna change it

Also, I’m just saying this now, this is not every scene I had in mind. A lot of scenes got cut for my sanity. 

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Osamu first discovered he could time jump when he was eleven. 

It had been an accident, really. Well, maybe not a complete accident. Osamu wanted to escape everything—his parents' arguing, their fights. But, of course, he had nowhere to go. As an eleven-year-old boy, there wasn’t anywhere that would hire him. He had no other family that wasn’t across the other side of the world. 

He was completely and utterly alone. 

The shouting was reaching its peak. Osamu shoved his pillow further over his head as if trying to suffocate himself as his mother screamed something at his father. Something about his lies. 

Ha. If only she knew how much Osamu lied. 

Lied about his day at school. (Anything to get her off his back.)

Lied about having friends. (Anything to make them not suspicious.)

Lied about everything. 

The screaming grated on his ears through the pillow, and he ground his teeth until his mouth hurt. 

Couldn’t they just shut up? 

Couldn’t they just go away?

Suddenly, something was different. Osamu felt a tugging in his stomach. It was as if someone wrapped a string around his middle and yanked. Almost like he was being squeezed out of a tube of toothpaste.

And then he could hear… water? The sounds of a river that should not be audible even through the open window. Did they even live near a river?

Osamu peeked out from the pillow over his head and was blinded by sunlight. He sat up and realized his pajamas were covered in scalding hot sand. Golden sand stretched for miles and miles, a long twisting river just visible in the distance. On the horizon, he saw pyramids being erected high into the sky. 

What the hell?

And the rest was quite literally history.

December 31st, 1925

New York City

The air was cold. Snow fell in flakes as Osamu watched the snow fall outside the bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks as he paid no mind to anyone around him. He had aged since his first trip through time. Though he could never remember how old he was. He looked to be in his early twenties, but everyone looked so different in different time periods, so he could’ve been thirty, and that would’ve made sense. 

“Mind if I sit?” Comes a sweet voice. He looks to his left and sees you. 

You’re dressed to the nines in a silver slip flapper dress with black beads decorating the length of the gown. Your hair was cut in a neat bob, a feather headband decorating the up-do. The kohl around your eyes only accentuates the pretty color. 

Osamu plasters a grin across his features, and you shift. He gestures grandly to the stool beside him, 

“I could do with a gorgeous woman’s company.” He quips, and you laugh good-naturedly before sliding onto the stool beside him. He can feel your warmth through the woolen fabric of his suit coat, and he takes a sip of liquid courage, suddenly feeling somewhat hesitant to talk to you.

There was something about you. Like you knew all Osamu’s secrets already. 

You lean your cheek on the palm of your hand, smiling with ruby-red lips and brilliant teeth that were ahead of their time. 

That should’ve been his first clue. 

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Where are we at now?” You muse, and he frowns as he sips at his whiskey. This was one of the only bars that still sold alcohol through the prohibition. 

“Sorry, I’ve never seen you before in my life.” He says, and you cock your head, eyebrow raised, as you pick at the seams of your silken gloves. You abruptly stop picking and reach into your clutch purse that rested in your lap, pulling out a worn notebook he didn’t recognize. It was well-loved, with pictures stuffed in between the pages. 

“So we haven’t done France yet?”

“France?” You lean back giddily and hold your notebook to your chest.

“What a night that was! Dancing in front of the Eiffel Tower? That ring a bell?” Osamu shakes his head. 

He had yet to go to France. In all his time jumping, he hadn’t seen the point in going to France,  much less the City of Love. 

Now it was your turn to frown, flipping through your little notebook, and he spies neat handwriting in various languages. English. Japanese. German. Latin. And were those Egyptian hieroglyphs? All throughout the pages, he spies his picture scattered across the ink.

Just who were you?

And why do you have all those pictures and drawings of him?

“What about picnicking at Versailles?” 

Another shake. Another page turned.

“The Titanic? What a messy time that was!”

“What is that?” He eventually asks, and you quickly flip it shut before he can actually read anything. 

“Spoilers.” You say quickly, and when he arches an eyebrow, you sigh, call the bartender over, and order a glass of champagne. The two of you wait in silence until you get your drink. Eventually, you speak after you’ve downed half of your champagne flute. “It’s all of our adventures. Time travel gets complicated, doesn’t it?”

As soon as he connects the dots, Osamu is floored. 

Another time traveler? He thought he was the only one!

It’s clear you pick up on what he is thinking because your face falls. You look heartbroken. As if he just ripped your heart out of your chest and smashed it into a million pieces. As if you were a lonesome star falling from the sky and drowning in the sea.

“You truly don’t have any idea who I am, do you?” Osamu shrugs, 

“Who are you?”

Osamu didn’t know it was possible, but you looked even more upset. Tears welled up in your waterline and smudged your kohl as it dripped down your cheeks. You swallow thickly and sniffle, pulling a handkerchief from your clutch to dab at your watery eyes and ruined makeup.

For whatever reason, Osamu feels his heart ache. 

“I suppose this was bound to happen sometime.” You say eventually, and he looks over at you from where he had just downed the last of his whiskey. You’re leaning both of your arms on the counter, running a finger around the rim of your champagne glass.

“What do you mean?” He asks, and you huff, look at him out of the corner of your eye, and your finger stops

“We always meet out of order. Hence, the diary. But… I just never expected it to hurt this much.” You sniffle again, and Osamu realizes he wants to make it better. He realizes he doesn’t like to see you cry. 

But he doesn’t even know you!

Why should he care if you cried or not?

“If it’s any consolation… I’m sorry…” He says quietly, and you bark out a laugh,

“There’s nothing to be sorry for! I suppose this is just a chance for me to get to know the younger you.” You sniffle, but that bright smile that makes his heart race lights up your face once again. You seem to think something over before standing and offering Osamu a hand.

“Care to walk with me?” You tease him with a flirty wink, and he finds himself unable to say no. 

So, as the clock chimes closer and closer to midnight, the two of you leave the bar, with you each paying for your respective drinks. Osamu offered to buy yours as an added apology, but you just patted his shoulder with a knowing smile and said, “I know you’re awful with money.”

Which… You weren’t wrong. 

Just how much did you know about him?

How much had he told you in the future?

You walk next to him, bundled up in a trench coat not unlike his own and with your hands stuffed in your pockets. Osamu pulls his own (matching) trench coat over his suit coat and slacks and follows you out into the sprinkling snow. You both walk side by side in a surprisingly comfortable silence. At least until you hear people counting down in the streets.

10…

You blink and turn to look at him.

“What day is it again?” You ask, and he looks up at the snow.

“December 31st, 1925.” He replies, and you gape in surprise.

9…

“Y’know, I’ve never celebrated New Year's with time travel and all. Never even had a New Year's kiss.” You muse, watching couples get together on the streets.

8…

“Would you like one?” Osamu blurts, and you nearly trip in surprise. Osamu almost follows suit when you stop abruptly to look at him with wide eyes.

7…

“But you don’t even know me.” You say hesitantly, but you turn to face him nonetheless. He finds himself smiling, a soft, genuine sort of smile.

When was the last time he smiled like this?

6…

“I’m giving my future self the benefit of the doubt and trusting his judgment.” He teases, and you relax, hanging your head with a soft giggle. But you don’t pull away when he slowly pulls you in close to him.

5…

Your coat flaps open, and he sees his father’s initials stitched on the side and realizes you don’t just have matching coats—you have the exact same coat.

When did he give that to you? He swore he’d never give it up to remind himself to never return home!

4…

Your soft arms around his neck catch his attention, and you’re suddenly much closer, standing on your tiptoes in your kitten heels.

3…

His arms pull you close by your hips, and he leans down.

2…

Your noses brush.

1…

The kiss is like the fireworks going off above him. His eyes flutter close, and he pulls you impossibly closer. Your lips are soft with the lipstick, and he doesn’t care that it’s likely stained on his mouth.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

The kiss deepens, and you soak up his affection greedily. Like you had been waiting for this forever. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close oh so tenderly. 

Like a puzzle piece being fit into place, his heart sang like a choir in a church.

Were you what he was missing all this time?

Could he finally have this?

Could he—

BANG! BANG! BANG!!

You jolt and fall to the ground as a car screeches around a corner and out of sight.

What?

What happened?

Osamu looks down and feels his heart stop.

You’re crumpled against the cement, blood seeping out of bullet holes in your abdomen. Your dress is ruined. But that doesn’t matter.

Osamu falls to his knees, not caring about the cold, wet concrete soaking his slacks. He pulls your upper half into his lap and applies pressure. You cry out and push his hands away.

“I need to put pressure on your injury. Hold still for me, love.” He whispers to you and turns to where people are still celebrating. “AMBULANCE! SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!” He cries, but they’re so wrapped up in their excitement that they don’t hear him.

Your hand touches his face, and he looks down to see you giving him a bloody smile. Crimson leaks from your mouth, and he can tell that you don’t have long.

“Hold on—Hold on, I’ll get a doctor—I’ll—” He stammers in an attempt to calm you (himself) down, and you just spit up blood in a choked laugh.

“We both know I’m not going to survive this.” You wheeze, and he can see the color draining from your face as you lose blood and warmth.

“Then I’ll jump back in time! Time can be rewritten!” You cut him off abruptly with more strength than he thought you had.

“Not those times. Not one line. Don’t you dare.” You say, hand falling to grip his hand as tightly as you could muster.

“But you’re dying.” He says, unable to explain why his heart is breaking to pieces inside his chest. You cough once more and smile that brilliant smile that he finds that he loves so much.

“It’s not over for you. You’ll see me again. You’ve got all of that to come.” You slur your words at this point, and he grits his teeth. Your hand goes weak in his, and he holds it even tighter. 

“You and me. All those adventures all over time. You watch us run!” You whisper, and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead just as you close your eyes.

117 AD

Rome, Italy

The crowd roars louder than Osamu has ever heard it. Bored, he watches as gladiators fight in the ring. The arena is bathed in blood, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He hasn’t cared about much since you died. 

He wasn’t even sure why. He barely knew you. But he keeps thinking back to the kiss you shared on New Year’s. He thinks of your words. 

“You watch us run!”

“Is this seat taken?” A voice yells over the crowd, and his heart stutters to a halt. He turns, eyes wide to see you. 

Oh, how cruel this life was.

You’re dressed in a fashionable, long tunic that goes down to your ankles with a shawl of sorts around your shoulders. Your hair is longer than Osamu remembered. It is no longer a bob but instead curled at the front and with a braided crown in the back. You hold that journal under your arm and smile brightly before scurrying over and sitting beside him. 

“Where are we at now?” You ask excitedly, pleased to see him. 

But all he can see is your dead body in his arms. 

Was there some god up above watching this cruel exchange with glee?

What had he done to deserve this? 

“‘samu? Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” 

‘samu? 

The last person to call him that was his mother. Before she and his father began to fight. Back before he could time jump.

Back when things were simple. 

Your hand on his arm has Osamu flinching away, causing you to cringe back as well. You look worried, panicked even, and all for him. 

So you didn’t know yet. You didn’t know you were going to die. 

So, he doesn’t tell you. 

“Sorry, my love, I thought you were a monster here to gobble me up!” He chirps, and your panic melts away quickly. You lean back into his side, and he takes the chance to wrap a bandaged arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You giggle and open your book. 

“Where are we now?” You repeat, and he shrugs, 

“You tell me.” He says, keeping his eyes off your book out of respect and on the gladiator games below. 

“France?”

“Not yet.”

“The Wild West? That was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Nope.” 

You two go back and forth for a moment before you ultimately sigh and clap your book shut. 

“It’s very early for you, isn’t it?” You say, mildly exasperated. Osamu nods silently, heart twisting when you set your book down and lean heavily into his side. He trickles his fingers along your neck, feeling goosebumps rise along the skin, and you shiver. 

The games end, and you shuffle out of the Colosseum and through the streets of Rome. You boldly take ahold of Osamu’s hand as if this was regular for you. He can’t bring himself to let go, so he instead makes you laugh by swinging your arms between you, occasionally twirling you in a circle. His chilton feels suffocating despite it being made of linen. 

But he can’t bring himself to time jump away. To leave you alone to spare his own feelings. 

Perhaps it’s the overwhelming guilt he feels?

Perhaps it’s because he finds himself enjoying your company. 

Either way, he allows you to pull him around the ancient cobblestone streets of Rome. Enjoying the markets and public museums that were beginning to pop up all over the city. 

The entire time, he doesn’t let go of your hand. 

August 8th, 1912

The Wild West

It’s hot. 

Almost overwhelmingly so. 

Osamu peels off one of his gloves and fans his face with it as he climbs the steps to the little cabin he had been staying at. His bandages itch with the heat, and he has a sneaking suspicion that they’re slowly soaking with sweat underneath his borrowed button-down, vest, trousers, and chaps. 

Though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he liked this place sans the heat. The people in this little settled town were kind, barely batting an eye when he suddenly appeared in their home. The people he was currently staying with, an older couple named Buck and Bonnie, welcomed him with open arms. They claimed it was because he reminded them of their son, who was out settling the rest of the West. 

“Osamu? Are you done already?” Bonnie asks where she’s putting a pie on the windowsill to cool. Apple, by the smell of it, and utterly delicious. 

“Just taking a break, Bonnie. Buck works me to the bone!” He says and collapses on the couch, his spurs jingling as he kicks his feet up over the edge of the sofa and leans his head back, tipping his hat down over his face. He hears Bonnie say something, but he’s already halfway to dreamland. 

Despite only intending to sleep for a few minutes, Osamu naps for the better part of an hour. He only wakes up when he hears the whinny of an unfamiliar horse and quick steps up to the cabin door. Then, an excited set of knocks. 

“Can you get that, Osamu? I’m busy with supper!” Bonnie calls from the kitchen, and he calls back, saying that he would. 

Only to come face to face with you. 

It had been ages since he saw you. He had yet to see you at any significant historical events that he time jumped to. The Titanic, the moon landing. Hell, he hadn’t even seen you during World War Two when he was accidentally drafted!

“You!” He jabs a finger, and you grin adoringly, stepping under his arm and skipping to the kitchen. 

“It’s me, Granny!” You chirp, and he hears a delighted squeal. 

“Dearest! It’s been ages!” 

So you’ve been here before. 

Several times by how familiar Bonnie seemed with you. 

Osamu meanders his way into the kitchen, where Bonnie is wiping her hands on her apron. She grins at the sight of him,

“This is Osamu! He’s been helping Buck around the farm for the last few weeks!” She says, and Osamu tips his hat with a wink. 

“We’ve met before.” He says, and you jump up from where you had been sitting at the dining table and throw your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“‘samu!” You cheer, and he returns any affection greedily, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He’s still unable to get the sight of your corpse out of his mind. But he vowed that if he ever saw you again, he’d accept any love you’d give him. 

You’re dressed the part of a cowgirl. A long calico skirt and long-sleeved button-down. Your hair is longer than he remembered, tied back in a braid, and a bandana around your neck to protect you from the harsh sun above. Your hat sits on the table, and so do your gloves. 

Your skin is just as soft as he remembers. 

It isn’t long before Buck is called in for dinner, and the four of you eat together. You sit to Osamu’s right, with Bonnie to his left and Buck across from him. You chat happily with the couple, and Osamu is content with just sitting and watching. You tell an obviously edited version of your adventures, with grand sweeping gestures and voices to accompany your tales.

Long after Bonnie and Buck go to bed, Osamu finds you on the swinging bench on the front porch. You’re writing in your journal, about halfway full, and sketching a picture of him.

It’s an incredible likeness to his face and rather impressive to look at. You even got his cowboy hat right.

“Mind if I sit?” He asks, and you jump, slamming your journal shut and looking up with wide eyes. But you realize it’s him, relax, your shoulders sagging, and nod with a smile. The wood creaks as he sits at your side. His arm stretches along the back like it belongs there, and you lean into his side. He relished in your warmth.

“Have we done Rome yet?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“I was thinking of going there next, though!” You say, and he nods, leaning his head against yours.

“How come you never go to big events?” He asks next, and you hum with a shrug,

“I like the little days. I like seeing how people live their day-to-day lives.” You say, and he can’t help but laugh. 

You were truly the exact opposite of him. 

You swat his chest, 

“Don’t laugh at me!” You cry with mock anger, but a smile curls the corners of your mouth. Like you liked hearing him laugh. You give him pause when you lean up and press a kiss to his nose. He freezes, blinks several times, and stares down at you. 

“I love your laugh.” You say, and his smile falters just the slightest bit.

No one liked hearing him laugh.

Not since he left home, at least.

But you were his home now. 

October 31st, 2012

Yokohama, Japan

Fog rolls through the streets of Yokohama. Osamu strolls the streets, hands in his pockets. He was alone. At least for the time being. At least until you showed up again. 

If you showed up again. 

No… You would… Osamu had faith. You usually did on the small days. 

Whenever his nightmares got particularly bad, he’d time jump to a place he thought you’d like. This time, it was Yokohama, Japan. Notably, it was Halloween. Nothing ever happened on Halloween. Well… except for that one time… 

Oh, whatever. 

He had been here for a few months, finding himself at peace in modern-day Japan. He discovered his parent’s graves and realized he was home. 

At least… when he wasn’t with you.

Until he saw you crossing the street. 

You looked younger than he had ever seen you before. Another young girl walked beside you, both of you dressed in Halloween costumes and laughing amongst yourselves. 

But the longer he watched you, the longer he realized something. 

You wouldn’t know who he was. No, no, no, it was much too early for that. He had never seen you so young before. Not even in pictures when you had shown him at Versailles. 

Was this before you began to time jump? 

Suddenly, a hand smacked the back of his head, and he flinched, turning to see his newest acquaintance, Kunikida Doppo. He was shouting something. Something about being a bandage-wasting machine. Something about being a lowlife. He didn’t bother listening. 

Instead, he looked back to see you looking at him. There isn’t the faintest glimpse of recognition in your eyes. Nary a clue of who he is. 

You genuinely don’t know who he is at this point in time. 

You lift a hand and wave with a friendly smile, unknowingly making his heart crack in two. 

So, he turns, walks past Kunikida without a word, and heads back the way he came. 

“Dazai!” Kunikida’s voice, and he hears his acquaintance (He doesn’t have friends. He’s utterly alone in this world.) running up behind him. 

“What is it, Kunikida.” His voice sounds oddly monotone, and he knows he has to get you out of his head before he breaks down. He can’t ever come back here, not without causing a paradox and ripping Yokohama apart. 

And that would mean he would never see you, ever. 

“Are you okay?” Kunikida’s voice makes him stop. He spins with a plastic smile on his face and his heart threading to pieces. 

“Of course I’m okay! What makes you think otherwise?” He titters with an all too fake-sounding laugh. Kunikida looks uncharacteristically solemn. 

“Well… For instance, you’re crying.” He says, concern seeping into his tone. 

Osamu reaches up and touches his cheek, finding that it is indeed wet and glistening with tears. 

[sk1fanfiction]

onto ch. 7 now

'I have seen your heart, and it is mine.' ━ crazy thing to say btw, bella is way stronger than me bc i would've fallen for it.

"Just a… shadow of what could have been." His face, which usually betrayed so little emotion, had twisted, with a strange, rare flicker of shame. Then he had looked at her, his eyes burning like two red-shifted stars, travelling further and further away from her, cold and unknowable. "Do not trouble your mind unnecessarily." ━ bella is lwk so real for crashing out bc this can so be interpreted as him wistfully ruminating over a past situationship if you're looking at it from the pov of a 'crazy', possessive and obsessive gf 👐🏻

"I'm sorry for startling you last time," said the man in a soft voice, drawing his eyelashes down over his dark eyes, and looking at her through them. "But I knew you'd come around, Madam Lestrange." ━ dk if this is intentional but he's definitely in retail assistant mode, he's using his wet (red?) brown eyes to captivate his subject like the wet stray cat he is. resist, bella, he's too powerful ! (also unpopular opinion or not, i'm not sure, but i think this might be his hottest form? he's so charismatic and casual here !! ━ ''may I call you Bella?'' ━ like shut up?? i too would get mad at him bc he's doing tm )

'It might have been a trick of the light, but the cup seemed to glint.' ━ no, bella 😭 that's exactly what he wants smh, she's fallen for his tricks.

'"No one taught me Occlumency," he'd told Dumbledore, who looked at him reproachfully over his half-moon spectacles in response.' ━ he has to know he sounds like a petulant child who's been given a younger sibling that's receiving more attention and love than him and he's bitter about it, right?...

'Right now, Potter was sitting on the one chair in the room, his head swivelling around as if he were hoping to spot something damming under the bed or by the window. There was, of course, his stolen (and growing) cache of books, but it wasn't like Potter had a chance of finding it.' ━ again with the sibling behaviour of wanting to expose your older sibling and get them into trouble, this is too funny !! kind of giving rodrick and greg, need a chapter of them being forced to bond in like rodrick rules (i think? i haven't seen that movie in forever)

onto the legilimency ━ harry really needs to stop falling for people provoking him, tee just told him emotions make it easier to enter someone's mind... but also, poor harry ugh 'It will all be over soon, a voice whispered into his ear. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. I'm going to kill him.' ━ WAIT, DID HE SAY THIS ABOUT HIS GRIM REAPER??!! if not then just ignore me lol 😮‍💨

'Deer in headlights,' ━ not the time for puns, thomas... he definitely deserved to get hit, i do hope someone (harry) rocks his shit soon !! 😊

'If only to keep an eye on Malfoy' ━ i think harry deserves either a break or a paycheck bc he's keeping his eyes on 3 (three) suspicious guys who are likely up to no good. he's got his work cut out for him being conspiracy theorist no.1 with a nose for slytherin's up to devious things.

'She trailed off. What did she occupy her time with? Lies? Secrecy? Rumination about the worst possible outcomes?' ━ i believe the correct answer would be to resurrect the 16 year old memory of the dark lord to save her brother and then go on a year long journey with him ! "…I like to self-study Divination in my free time," but sure...

'Ruby was not sure whether she hated herself or him at this point. It had all rolled together into a tangle of thorns which she had no desire to so much as touch.' ━ i think she's being so hard on herself, this poor girl. she was 13(?). and taking everything into account, her bringing back tee had way less negatives than expected. like she brought back another 'lord voldemort' !! but he hasn't done anything bad. in fact, they basically have their own 'teacher' and 'protector' who acts like somewhat of a (reluctant) shield between the potters and bad things that are meant to happen to them. but then again maybe the self-loathing is coming from a place of experiencing a sense of betrayal from tom which she does not want to think about (because how could she trust and 'like' the guy who was behind everything wrong? no, she couldn't possibly feel betrayed by young voldemort !)

"Of course, I don't know anything about it, Professor Slughorn. Tom Riddle lies with every breath he takes. He's Lord Voldemort, after all." ━ how ironic, ruby...

'But the fact remained that no one else could understand.' ━ idk, i feel like i know someone who could understanding doing whatever it takes to survive...

"Some silly girl came across a diary in Borgin and Burkes," Ruby continued, telling her own story as if it were a piece of hearsay. And in some respects, she was not at all that silly, frightened girl anymore, after all. "She took the diary home and told it her deepest fears, darkest secrets" ━ might as well call yourself tom riddle girl. you channelled him perfectly, that's exactly what he would say.

i love seeing seer!ruby, she's so cool. and her little necklace will forever be one of my fave things, i'm glad she was able to make it for her project bc it's useful and smart (just like her fr).

'I have seen your heart, and it is mine.' ━ crazy thing to say btw, bella is way stronger than me bc i would've fallen for it.

Well, this is Tom with Manipulation turned up to 100% (aka 'Please don't stab me into the void, Ron Weasley'), so, fair.

bella is lwk so real for crashing out bc this can so be interpreted as him wistfully ruminating over a past situationship if you're looking at it from the pov of a 'crazy', possessive and obsessive gf 👐🏻

For real, though. I mean on one hand I don't really blame her, imagine you get locked up in Azkaban because you were committing crimes to help this guy, you refused to renounce your loyalty for him and spent 10+ years in prison not knowing if/when you were going to get out (literally betting on him rising from the dead)... I think you'd expect straight answers to your questions atp.

dk if this is intentional but he's definitely in retail assistant mode, he's using his wet (red?) brown eyes to captivate his subject like the wet stray cat he is.

Again, he knows he has a difficult target so he's turned Manipulation up to 100% (and activated the retail assistant buff)

also unpopular opinion or not, i'm not sure, but i think this might be his hottest form? he's so charismatic and casual here !!

I think going by most fics, it's usually Locket!Riddle (because of the weird psychosexual shit and the 3D Harmione fanart), but if the Horcrux's personality is related to the circumstances in which it is made, I think it should be Cup!Riddle, seeing as it was made with Hepzibah Smith's murder. (And also he gave it to Bellatrix... so the Bellamorts should agree with me on this tbh) The locket contains all his anger towards his family and mummy issues, so that's why I gave Mordred the cunning and vengeance.

he has to know he sounds like a petulant child who's been given a younger sibling that's receiving more attention and love than him and he's bitter about it, right?...

Nah, he's too busy grumbling about 'back in my day you taught yourself Occlumency to tune out the sounds of other children in a crowded orphanage'

kind of giving rodrick and greg, need a chapter of them being forced to bond in like rodrick rules

Honestly, I remember really enjoying that movie but I haven't seen it in forever (since it came out?) and it's somewhat of a fuzzy memory but the general gist of them getting on each other's last nerve is very much true.

harry really needs to stop falling for people provoking him, tee just told him emotions make it easier to enter someone's mind...

He has a lot of feelings... also inherited Mum's short fuse.

'It will all be over soon, a voice whispered into his ear. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. I'm going to kill him.' ━ WAIT, DID HE SAY THIS ABOUT HIS GRIM REAPER??!!

I'm going to kill him = Ruby to Harry (about Vernon), Ch. 2 of PRQ

One day... I'll kill you. = Tom to the 'black curtain' Ch.3 of PRQ

I'll kill you, I'll kill you. I swear. = Tom to the Reaper, Ch.33 of PRQ

Ehhhh, close enough. It's like poetry, it rhymes.

not the time for puns, thomas... he definitely deserved to get hit, i do hope someone (harry) rocks his shit soon !!

I'm sorry, it was right there, too hard to resist. *Checks notes* Something's going to go down in the near future. I don't know how physical per se but yeah.

i think harry deserves either a break or a paycheck bc he's keeping his eyes on 3 (three) suspicious guys who are likely up to no good.

He needs to lie down for a full afternoon with cucumber slices on his eyes with a 5 hr lofi playlist for definite. Worst thing is it's not (unfounded) paranoia this time, we literally have two Death Eaters + baby Lord Voldemort on our hands.

she was 13(?). and taking everything into account, her bringing back tee had way less negatives than expected.

Yep, 13 (technically 12 when this whole thing started). When you put it that way...

but then again maybe the self-loathing is coming from a place of experiencing a sense of betrayal from tom which she does not want to think about (because how could she trust and 'like' the guy who was behind everything wrong? no, she couldn't possibly feel betrayed by young voldemort !)

Good stuff, good stuff. Reaction formation, as it were.

might as well call yourself tom riddle girl. you channelled him perfectly, that's exactly what he would say.

The student has finally become the master. Meanwhile Harry is just standing there like 'here we go again.'

i love seeing seer!ruby, she's so cool. and her little necklace will forever be one of my fave things

I didn't even end up giving her Seer abilities until I decided Lavender and Parvati were going to befriend her and they needed some common interest to bond over, but it's become one of my favourite things about her character. And when I tell you I agonised over her Ancient Runes project (for weeks) because I wanted it to be something useful and not a throwaway item that never gets used again.

[daryascurse]

𝙲𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝙾𝚁 ── Part V: Animus Possidendi

And yet, as he took deep sips of his wine, Coriolanus could not deny the sick sense of familiarity, that he had been exactly here before. He should be thinking only of the Games. He was thinking mostly of her.

chapter pov : 3rd person coryo, AFAB reader, feminine pronouns ❀ tags: hate, wine / drinking, gen. mentions of sεx,/ oral ❀ word count: ~3.3k ❀ ao3 ❀playlist

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It was the day of the reaping, and Coriolanus was, despite his best efforts, finding himself drunk.

It was because the night previously had finally been when he proposed to Livia Cardew. The ring was finally taken from the box and slid on her finger. He made a bit of an effort, too, reserving a night in The Corinthian’s second-finest penthouse. He hadn’t planned much further, but when Livia started pouting in a manner implying this was a problem, he had bowed to his knees, reached into his pocket, and said something along the lines of, “I want to book the best suite on our wedding night.” When Livia telephoned her parents, she turned over her shoulder to ask him how much the ring had cost. She had then squealed at the amount of Plinth money exchanged for a little rock, and he could hear a muffled approval from Antonia Cardew.

Later, she had shown her thanks by arching her thighs across his in the night. Coriolanus was tired. He contemplated leveraging the reaping in the morning as an excuse to nudge her off. But it was rare enough for her to initiate, and he had just proposed, after all.

Livia had been desperate, pathetic, in her efforts, rolling her eyes to the ceilings and rubbing her hands along her chest with wails for an invisible audience. Beneath her, Coriolanus was less than impressed. He filled his thoughts with the fantasy of another performer, whose lips sang in a perfect rosebud ring, and when he realized who she was, he turned his mind to another, another actress of sorts – a better one than Livia.

When she pretended to come, Coriolanus was still hard and achingly far from release. He told her to get down. He fed their fuck back to her with a tense disgust in his fingers. As she moaned and sucked his cock, he had to admit that the sentiment wasn’t quite directed at her.

He also couldn’t deny that she was good with her tongue. And she swallowed him without his suggestion. Coriolanus watched the lanky aristocratic grace of her limbs as she laced a clean satin nightgown across her chest and slipped into the sheets besides him. He’d nursed an ambivalent suspicion that some nights she went drinking or dancing, she ended up spending the night with a new friend rather than the girls she left with. The image never brought him anger or jealousy but, Coriolanus thought as he turned his shoulder to Livia and closed his eyes, this would have to be discussed. And off the pages of the prenuptial the Cardews were undoubtedly putting together as soon as Livia had called them with the news. 

All of this had churned in Coriolanus’ mind, and he dreamt fitfully, of Livia and his two other performers gripping each other’s arms and shrieking as they danced a fervid ballet.

He woke with one name on his tongue. And the taste of her refused to wash down with toothpaste, with coffee, with tea, so when he and Livia reached the scratchy velvet couches of the newly renovated Gamemaker viewing lounge, he made a rare turn for the bar cart.

“Let me see the ring again!” crowed Antonia Cardew for the third time in the last twenty minutes. Coriolanus stared at the row of decanters neatly tucked into a recessed shelf.

“They’re not working you too hard?” Festus Creed asked, leaning over Coriolanus for a deep mahogany liquor. It shone ruby under the lamplight as he plucked it from the wall.

Festus said it with a clear joviality, but the question still irritated Coriolanus. He forced a laugh regardless. “Not much for me to do but smile and wave today, Festus. It’s just going to be a short segment introducing the engagement before the feeds start. And it’s all supervisory as far as the Games go from that.”

“True, true, Gamemaker. I suppose the game is already made.” Festus said. He uncorked the large diamond stopping the decanter and poured the auburn liquid into a stout glass. “You sure you can’t tell your old pal what to expect?”

“I’m sure I can’t when the old pal’s taken up parimutuel betting during the season,” Coriolanus said.

“Betting! I am merely moonlighting as an accountant.”

“You,” Coriolanus said, “are a bookkeeper.” His cheeks felt tight and hot. Festus grinned at him, taking the shine in his eyes for tipsy humor.

“Anyway,” Festus said, “my circle only takes bets based on the tributes. Anything you wanted to share about the arena would purely be to sate my own curiosity.”

He suddenly wished he hadn’t invited his friend; what he had hoped would be a distraction was turning into an annoyance. “Sorry,” Coriolanus said with no apology. He turned back to the bottles, and grabbed some dark red wine at random.

Festus gave an exaggerated sigh. He was oblivious to the tension. “I suppose I’ll have to wait and see with the rest of them.”

“Yes,” Coriolanus said shortly. He filled his glass to the brim.

The wine was sweet. Taking a chug brought some relief, before Livia’s shrill laugh rang out. Her friends were arriving. They bustled up to her in nauseating shades of pastel, and she a mother hen decked in a white feather jacket to boot. Coriolanus closed his eyes, and drank it all.

“Coryo, darling.”

Antonia Cardew swanned up to the bar, and with a mumble about in-laws, Festus wandered over to the crowd of yellow and pink tulle dresses now mooning over Livia’s ring. “Top me up, won’t you, my son?”

He liked it better when the Plinths said it.

“I’ll have the same as you,” she sang. She was probably a few glasses ahead.

Coriolanus looked at the thin neck of the bottle of wine. He allowed himself to fantasize briefly that his fingers were wrapping around her throat. But he silenced her the more genteel way by refilling first her goblet, and then his. Antonia Cardew raised her glass to press in a toast before he could give into the instinct to throw this back again.

“To you, dear, and Livia. You deserve to celebrate,” she said thickly, and turned past the large window looking down to the television studio stage to stare at Livia instead. Coriolanus had thought that devoting time to her during the reaping would help curry her family’s favor, but to Antonia and Lucio Cardew, it was Livia Day.

Coriolanus sighed without trying to hide it, and, with a fickle irritation, wished that at least Festus would have hung by his shoulder to be a distraction here. He followed Antonia’s gaze to his betrothed. She herself was drinking champagne, her bejeweled hand thrust in the face of one friend while another powdered her cheeks. Festus had his hand dangerously close to the waist of Carina or Sabrina or Marina, or whoever the twin was that had her hair styled similarly to how Persephone Price’s had been at graduation. Coriolanus shot him a nasty look. Festus only raised his glass and winked.

Antonia Cardew hadn’t perceived any of it. “What a thrilling day. The start of the Games, and the engagement – at last – have you started thinking of dates yet? I’m sure Mr. Flickerman will ask you that,  you know. Perhaps in the fall, when the Games are over and when your attention won’t be divided – ”

His attention was already divided. The wine was swimming heavy in his head, bringing a heartbeat to his vision. The Games were starting. It was the dawn of the Fourteenth Hunger Games. His first – and Coriolanus had decided that this year was his first real Hunger Games. The tenth might as well have never happened, he was determined to cement that in history. And anyway, this was the first real year that they were his Games. Even though the University years of internship were his in all but name, now he had the name, too. Head Gamemaker.

The next step. A step closer.

And yet, as he took deep sips of his wine, Coriolanus could not deny the sick sense of familiarity, that he had been exactly here before.

He should be thinking only of the Games.

He was thinking mostly of her.

And was she thinking of him? She too should be thinking of the Games. She was at work also. She should be here, somewhere in the studio, with her mind to the Games. Coriolanus almost hoped it wasn’t. He tipped the glass back and swallowed.

“Hello!” came a bright voice as the gaffer poked his head through the door, draped in rhinestone tool belts. The long wand of a microphone waggled over his shoulder as the audio technician came next. The lounge was growing far too cramped. Coriolanus pressed his thumb to the glass and said a silent thanks that at least Lucky Flickerman was conducting the interview remotely. The man’s ego was puffed up enough these days to take the space of three more people himself. But his camera crew did corral the Cardews away and sever Livia from the simpering coos of her friends. They were cramped in the corner, hovering like gadflies around the bar cart, with Festus Creed a gadfly around the girls.

To her credit, Livia immediately fell in line. She obeyed the makeup technician with professional attention, lifting her chin at the slightest touch and lowering her eyelids so steadily that Coriolanus never heard him ask her not to blink. She even suggested how her legs should cross- at the ankle, not the knee, and leaning in towards Coryo- and he thought silently to himself that indeed he was making the right choice. In this moment, the conclusion was a logical, contented one.

She was a natural in the interview, too. Her face turned to the camera like a sunflower seeking the sun, with a demure blooming still too brilliant to look away from. It was easier for Coriolanus to look at her than pretend to make eye contact with the virtual Lucky leering in from the monitor. Lucky started after his first rounds of congratulations with a few painful cracks at Coriolanus in attempts to breach any confidentiality about what to expect from the Games – “and did Dr. Gaul give any lasting insights into her scientific vision?” -which grated more at his patience than Festus’ questions would have. He understood, in that moment, why people wished for wine. But he gravitated towards Livia, with each bashful turn of her lips commanding attention, and Coriolanus let her take center stage with relief. He watched her with fascination. He hoped he was being portrayed with admiring adoration, or at the very least neutrality. Yes, this was right. This is what Livia was, well, for.

Coriolanus basked in this satisfaction for a moment, and the world seemed to settle under his feet.

“And so, Livia,” Lucky’s disembodied voice said, with a firmness that implied the segment was wrapping up -finally – Coriolanus thought, drumming his fingertips at his thigh just out of sight of the camera, “as a final question, us romantics here just need to know. What was it, exactly, about the brilliant Mr. Snow that made you say yes?”

The crowded room seemed to suck in a simultaneous breath. Coriolanus heard a slight squeal from somewhere behind the bar cart. Livia lowered her lashes, her gaze measured. Her hand settled with a rehearsed weight on his forearm.

“Oh,” she said, pausing either perfectly for effect or because she wasn’t sure what to say; Coriolanus couldn’t tell. “Well, it just feels easy with him. I know who he is, he knows who I am. It just feels so peaceful with Coryo. I don’t have to try.”

Everyone exhaled. The gaffer let out an audible aww. Antonia Cardew made a simpering sound.

Livia turned her face towards him, wrinkling her nose in a pinched grin. Coriolanus felt her words settle over him like dust, and he coughed slightly into the back of his hand to keep from laughing. It was an imperfect moment, but – really-

Try?

His satisfaction collapsed like a snapping twig.

He was trying all the damn time. Trying to keep his teeth together from snapping at Livia, trying to walk that line between deference and demanding long-neglected respect from her parents. Trying to secure his future, whatever it would take. He tried to do everything he could from reminding the country of the boy they saw not too long ago, a boy who had clutched a compact mirror between his fingers and not the fingers of a wealthy, beautiful woman. He well on his way to shed that fear, but he wasn’t bulletproof yet. Yet.

He didn’t need to try around her – the one who saw his canines gleam and still slipped her fingers between his teeth. She who could take what he flung to her and loop it back around his neck to draw him in closer. If she knew of his truest faults, Coriolanus imagined frantically she would drink them from his lips. Of course she would.

He kissed Livia’s mouth when he realized she wasn’t turning her face away, and the room erupted in applause that sounded like guns popping. The camera couldn’t pick up the tension in his jaw.

“Well,” Lucky said, with a showman’s finality, “there you have it! On behalf of the Capitol, and, why, all of Panem, our heartiest congratulations to our Head Gamemaker, Coriolanus Snow, and the future Livia Snow! We’ll be right after this with the reaping, to officially kick off the Fourteenth Hunger Games. Don’t go anywhere.”

Her friends began babbling before the cameras even cut. Coriolanus was already on his feet.

“Coryo -? Darling?”

“I have to check a camera feed,” Coriolanus said, as he made his way to the lounge door. It was a bad lie. If Livia hadn’t been tipsy with alcohol and a freshly delighted smugness, she might have caught him in it. He didn’t stay for a conversation; the last he heard was Antonia speaking loudly to someone- “See, won’t they look lovely in a glossy wedding portrait together?”

He swallowed the rising sense of vomit in the back of his throat with a half-drunk glass of champagne abandoned at the base of the steps.

The few people in the hallway were busy with last-minute adjustments before Lucky started the reaping feeds, and there was barely any notice of Coriolanus storming through the corridor. The clinical lighting hummed. He was rushing without intending to, but the alcohol slickened his limbs.

“Sir,” a Peacekeeper said with a nod as he descended a shallow flight of stairs.

The broadcast floor, where all press would be, was another two levels below. He ducked through the rooms, looking at lanyards before looking at faces, applauding his own ingenious subtlety. When he found her, she would not see him hunting desperately through the crowd to spot her first.

He finished his first turn through the room, where he only had to raise his hand a few times to say, firmly, “No, no questions now. Take your place for the reaping feed. I’m just doing last minute checks, it’s starting soon, thank you.” He slipped to the side, and noticed smaller chambers leading out to the soundstage. One door was ajar. A light was on.

She was inside.

Coriolanus paused outside the door. He smoothed his hand over his jaw, feeling the heat of his blood below the skin. He was warm. His vision was barely fuzzy if he blinked too long. Coriolanus sniffed once, sharp, and exhaled slowly.

He didn’t knock. She looked up when he pushed the door open. It wasn’t bright enough to see what gleamed in her eyes. As it was, there was no reaction he could gauge in her face. No surprise. No irritation.

His chest tightened, making his heart rattle against his ribcage.

“Hello,” Coriolanus said. He leaned against the door frame. “I’m confirming final places. Are you ready?”

His eyes flicked to the screen she had open. There were grids of video feeds, each focused tightly on the faces of the District escorts.

“You’re not watching from in here, are you? Shouldn’t you be with the others at Lucky’s?”

Her own eyes had lowered, past him, to the door. He reached for the knob, and her eyes narrowed until he closed it.

“No,” she said at last. “Are you accusing me of shirking my duties?”

She crossed her legs, high, at the knee. Her thighs peeked at him for a moment.

“I’m accusing you of hiding,” he said. “It’s different.”

She looked for a moment like she would take the bait, but she wasn’t biting yet. Instead, she turned her head back to the screen. Her body still faced him, the slender arch of her neck open. Coriolanus danced his eyes over her, and she tilted her chin slightly, as if she knew he was watching.

The Capitol-blue lanyard cut diagonally across her chest and dipped between her breasts. He tensed. He grew hot.

“And you’re not hiding, Mr. Snow? I didn’t know your duties for the reaping included micromanaging some lowly press members.”

Her breath was tight, and then she added, “I saw your interview.”

“Oh,” Coriolanus said. He ran his thumb along the doorknob. “Yes, she accepted the proposal last night. It was all very touching.”

She closed her eyes a moment, lashes veiling, before she uncrossed her legs and rose. She walked towards Coriolanus. The light from monitors glazed her profile with dull cyan. She closed the distance between them and looked him over. He watched the grasp of her hands on her elbows as she crossed her arms, guarding herself away.

He wanted to pin her hands together and taste her mouth.

“You’re drunk,” she said, but the words were amused rather than cold.

“No,” he said.

“It’s all the champagne, isn’t it? Well, congratulations.”

Her tone was inscrutable, and the air pulsed. His eyes dropped, down the polished buttons of her waistcoat, her tight, tailored suit jacket and trousers, a neat set that wrapped her up like a present. Coriolanus desperately wanted to rip it open. He traced her curves with his eyes, and back up to meet her face, slow enough to let her feel it.

She still refused to bite. “I hope you’ll both be very happy.”

He watched the press and pop of her lips as she spoke.

Maybe his silence made her uncomfortable. She turned her face away again for a moment, her fingers gripping her arms.

“So, why are you here?” she asked, and her voice was almost soft.

He wanted to taste her on his fingers. He was sick with the need for it.

“I told you,” he said, and let rasp envelope his voice. “Last-minute checks.”

“Checks.”

“Making sure everything is just right.”

She watched him with a lidded look. “And is everything just right?”

Coriolanus reached for her now, pressing his thumb to the side of her face. He felt the soft of her cheek. When he felt her tilt, just barely into his palm, he smiled with half his mouth. She bit, at last.

Her fingers caught the lapel of his own suit and smoothed it down.

“I’m very happy right now,” he said.

“And,” she asked, low, “happy enough for the future?”

It wasn’t cruel, and it barely even pricked Coriolanus' skin. He knew what her question was without being asked fully. He knew it was a good question that needed answering eventually. But right now, he didn’t need to try to think of an answer. He didn’t need to try to grab for her, either. She was already in his hands. He didn't need to try to do anything.

His eyes were a haze. He looked at her and said nothing. She reached behind him, slipping her hand past his shoulder, and locked the door.

Part VI: Nudum Pactum

[perfctvelvet]

Sunday sleepovers? Hell yeah!

Maybe something with dom! Ruby Rose and inexperienced sub reader? Maybe a little innocence kink?

Pairing: Ruby Rose/Reader

Summary: After hearing about reader's secret, Ruby takes matter into her own hands to do something about it.

content: 2nd POV, unofficial friends with benefits, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, innocence kink, slight teasing, D/s elements, sex toys, strap-on sex, pet names.

It was one thing for Ruby to hear that you've haven't had anyone go down on you, but it was another thing for her to hear that you haven't cum before.

"Are you serious sweetheart?"

You avoid her gaze as a sense of embarrassment set in. There was nothing you did wrong, but you couldn't help but feel abnormal for not having as much sexual experience as your peers. It was an assumption, but it plagued as you thought about past relationships where you've gone unsatisfied. You wondered if there was something wrong with you or if your partners simply weren't attracted to you in that way.

"Don't say it like that," you whisper at her. No one was around, but you didn't want her to mention it so loudly. When you finally look up at her she looks dumbfounded, as if she truly can't believe that you've never had an orgasm.

Ruby can see the look of sadness on your face and she wanted to wipe it away. She didn't mean to make you feel bad or tease you, in fact she found it a little bit cute, especially knowing she's going to be the first one to give it to you.

"It's okay, sweetie."

Every single time she called you sweetie or some other pet name, your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest. She swore you two were just friends and that she'd do anything for her friend, but did that mean helping you gain some experience?

It surely does, which is how you end up with your face covering your hand while she presses a vibrator to your clit.

"Relax for me," she positions her strap at your entrance. The low buzz from the vibrator was already overwhelming you, you didn't know how you'd be able to take her at the same time. However the tone of her voice commands that you listen to her and you find yourself relaxing like she asked you to. "Good girl...good fucking girl."

The sight of your pussy dripping and the little pink vibrator pressed to your clit was going to kill her. If she had known it would be so easy to get you on your back for her she would've done this along time ago. Your skirt was pushed up and your panties (which she intended to keep) were tossed somewhere in her room. She watches how you hold your breath as she slides in. You're gripping her strap hard and she's not sure if she'll be able to move in and out of you without hurting you.

"C'mon bunny I told you to relax."

You tried your best, but it felt impossible to do so. Your so-called "friend" was stretching you while calling you sweet names. You were wet beyond belief, but not having taken someone this size before had you needing a moment to adjust.

"Wait Ruby...just wait..."

And wait she did. She waited for what seemed to be a lifetime before you gave them go ahead to move. You just had to get use to her size and once you did pleasure began to bite at you.

Ruby wrapped her hand around yours and made you press the button on the vibrator to turn it up to the next setting. She knew that fucking you while giving some attention to your pretty clit was going to give you an intense orgasm, but a pretty girl like you deserved that after servicing so much and not receiving anything in return. Then the moans began to fly out of your mouth and your tits rocked with her thrust. Every time you moaned her name she just fucked you harder and faster. Ruby was as gentle as she could be, but oh how did fantasize about roughing you up a bit. You were so innocent to her at times and she wanted to ruin that so you could be hers forever.

"Pretty fucking pussy swallowing me whole. I want you to cum for me baby, all over me."

The sound of your skin slapping up against her made your head spin. You've only been fucked in missionary and this time is no different, but with Ruby everything felt much more intense and connected. She looked down at you like she wanted to devour you, like no has ever desired you before. She wanted to suck on your titties while her fingers were buried inside of you. She also wanted to eat your pussy until you were shaking with tears in your. Going straight to fucking you was a big leap, but she figured you two could explore later, right now she wanted to flood you with pleasure until your brain shut off.

"Ruby! I feel...I feel-"

You couldn't even describe it. You almost said you were going to cum, but it felt like you had cum a hundred times already since she started fucking you, that's how good it felt to you. But you were so wrong because when your real orgasm hit you it was like something came over your body. You legs tensed up and your back arched off the bed. You lost control as you cried out, almost dropping the vibrator until Ruby grabbed it and held it your clit herself. You felt a certain coolness wash over as your entire body vibrated. It was enough, more than enough, but Ruby wanted to take you higher. She pressed one more button and the vibrator was at it's strongest setting. Every moan you had to give was snatched away from you as you stilled and let him overwhelm you.

"That's it baby, that's it! Such a good fucking girl for me!"

Ruby was stunned by your body's reaction. She swears she felt little droplets of your juices splash against her bare pelvis. The vibrator sputtered in your juices and it sounded so nasty.

You lasted like that for another 30 seconds before your body couldn't take anymore. Ruby had pushed you tonight, but she wasn't mean. She turned the vibrator off and watched as you rolled over and dug your face into her sheets. Her heard you silently sobbing as she observed the sight in front of her. On the bed, underneath where you once were, was a wet spot that would embarrass you to no end if you saw it, but it was the hottest thing Ruby has ever since.

"Come here you."

She grabs you and scoops you into her arms. You weren't sobbing in regret, but out of disbelief. No one, no other man or woman, has ever made you feel that way before. You truly had no idea that sex could feel that way. Ruby was rough at the start, but ended so sweetly. She doesn't know exactly how much she just rewired your brain to be hooked on her and only her.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart (Remastered)- Part Five

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)SERIES WARNINGS: (not specific to each chapter): violence, implied sexual assault, drug use, drinking, smut, murder, cursing, age-gap relationships, power dynamics, angst, slight slow burn, cheating... will update warnings as needed. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a rewrite! I originally wrote this, which can still be found in my master list, years and years ago and finally have decided to spruce it up a bit. This will be in third person POV and updated to be less... cringy as the original. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. I haven't written anything serious in years so this is me dipping my toes back in :) Face credit for OC is Taylor Momsen :) Tag List: @coffee-obsessed-writer @kazosa @lovetusk @sorenmarie87 @smoothdogsgirl

“Ho-lee-shit, baby doll!” Jeffrey bellowed as Kylin walked out of the bathroom after she finished getting ready.

The red dress she wore was floor length, but not overly formal. It was flowy with slits on the sides and a swooping neckline that gathered around her sternum. It exposed some cleavage but not too much, and the strappy heels she paired with it showed off her legs perfectly. She had done her hair in loose waves, and her makeup was dark and dramatic. She had even had time during the day to go to the nail salon below Jeff’s apartments and treat herself to a mani and pedi. 

Her cheeks burned with his praise as she took in his appearance. The man looked like sex on a stick. He was in a button up shirt that was almost the exact same color of red as her dress, black slacks, and the black blazer she had recently given back to him. He approached her and reeled her into his chest, his hands roaming down her sides as he bent over to nuzzle his beard across the sensitive flesh of her neck.

“You look divine, Ms. Ackles,” He growled as he rocked them side to side.

“Why thank you, Mr. Morgan,” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Anytime, Sweetheart.” He replied, and she could feel his smirk against her skin.

Jeffrey pulled away to look her up and down again. He shook his head as his eyes danced over her, his tongue between his teeth. He turned to the nearby coffee table and picked up a small box, wrapped in sparkling red paper with a big black bow, and held it out to her.

“What’s this?” She questioned as she took the box from his hand.

“I missed Christmas, and flowers aren’t the best birthday gift.” He grinned as he smoothed his beard with his hand.

She smiled back at him and unwrapped the paper, pulling it all off to reveal a black suede jewelry case. Jeffrey had crossed an arm across his chest to hold his elbow as he rubbed at his chin nervously, and nodded to her when she looked back at him. She popped the small box open and gasped. Inside was a beautiful black diamond tear shaped pendant, the large center gemstone surrounded by small rubies.

“This is too much, Jeff. How much did this cost you?” She asked as tears rimmed her eyes and threatened to ruin her makeup.

“Just a couple hundred thousand, nothing serious,” Jeffrey deadpanned, and Kylin’s eyes went wide, “I’m kidding, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it. You deserve it.’

He reached for the box in her hand and removed the necklace. He moved behind her and she brushed her hair to the side for her to take. She held it up off of her neck as he fastened the clasps, and he let his fingertips trail down her skin to her shoulders, which sent a shiver down her spine. He bent down to press his lips against the back of her neck and goosebumps sprang up all over her. 

“Perfect,” He breathed in a whisper when he shifted her to turn around. Kylin looked at him in a daze, a soft smile formed on her lips. 

“You’re too good to me, Jeff.”

“Nothing is ever too good for you. Never good enough.” He cupped her face into his hands and leaned in to kiss her forehead. He smiled sweetly at her for a moment before extending his elbow for her to take, “But I’m not gonna stop trying.” 

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Jeffrey had made special reservations at a very nice restaurant that neither of them could pronounce the name of. They sat in the back booth of the dimly lit dining room and sipped wine, laughing a little too loud about absolutely everything.

“And then Danni just screetched at me as loud as she could ‘Get these fucking things outta me!’ while squeezing my hand so hard she popped my knuckles! I swear to God, if I ever have children, I want the best fucking drugs possible. I feel so bad for Gen right now.” Kylin declared as she snorted out a laugh into her wine glass. 

“Who in the Hell would want to do that to themselves? With twins especially? And Genevieve should know any kid of Jared’s is bound to be a fuckin’ bowling ball.” Jeffrey barked in reply. 

“So,” Kylin started a little later as she wiped her lips with her napkin, “Where are we watching the fireworks?”

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes at her and chuckled before looking down at his plate and shaking his head, “You can’t let anything be a surprise, can you?”

Kylin rolled her eyes in response. 

“The roof,” He replied with a wink.

After they finished their food, the server escorted them to a set of stairs that lead to the rooftop balcony. They were surrounded by about a hundred other people once they found the perfect spot, but as they swayed back and forth to the music with their arms wrapped around each other, neither could see anyone else. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jeffrey whispered, leaning down to touch his forehead to her’s. She closed her eyes and smiled as the ten second countdown to midnight began. She raised her gaze back to his as the seconds ticked by, and they found themselves lost in each other. His hands ran up her body and pushed themselves into her hair in the final seconds. 

“Three… Two…One,” He whispered in sync with the rest of the crowd, though at this point Kylin was completely oblivious to anything else around her as his face inched closer to her’s. He tightened his grip on her hair as he closed the gap between their mouths, a long awaited moment finally erupting as the fireworks took off in the background at the ball’s descent. Her eyes squeezed shut as a moan escaped from her lungs, and she held onto his shirt under his blazer for dear life. She prayed she wasn’t dreaming. He eagerly parted her lips with his own and pushed his tongue past her teeth, and she pushed hers back against his in a violent dance for dominance. His hands left her hair so one could hold her neck, and the other could drag itself down her body to the small of her back. He pulled her flush with his body as his fingertips kneaded into the waistband under her dress. He hummed into her mouth when he felt her breath hitch at his touch. They kissed each other with a fever, not releasing each other until the shouts of celebration at the new year had died down. 

Kylin finally let her eyes flutter open, only to be met by his intense gaze staring back at her. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread over her face. Jeffrey smiled back nervously, and brought his hands to her face again and searched her eyes. She threw herself forward and kissed him again, and he smiled against her lips as he dipped her backwards. 

When they finally pulled apart, Kylin didn’t feel lost anymore. Didn’t feel broken. Just felt like she was falling.

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The rest of the evening was a blur, a haze of teeth and lips and limbs, and it wasn’t until they were back in Jeffrey’s apartment that either one of them attempted to compose themselves. 

“Wanna drink?” Jeffrey asked, even as his lips were still pressed against Kylin’s, who helped him push off his blazer.

“Yes,” Kylin replied once she pulled away to shrug off her own coat.

Jeffrey pulled her over to the couch and sat her down before he planted a kiss on her forehead with a smile. The butterflies were back and she knew her face had to be an embarrassing shade of red as she watched him saunter over to the liquor cabinet. He had a new little swagger about him that she hadn’t noticed before, and he gave her a wolfish grin as he pulled out the whiskey and glasses. His eyes only left her briefly when he looked down to pour the drinks.

Once back over to the couch, Jeffrey handed her the glass and sat at the other end of the sofa. He pulled her feet into his lap with his free hand and began working at her shoe straps. Once her feet were bare, he massaged her soles as they sat there and sipped their drinks. His dark glare bore into her as he admired her frame, and a dangerous smirk appeared as he leaned forward to place his glass on the coffee table.

Kylin eyed him suspiciously as she raised her own glass for a drink. She almost finished it in one gulp as she watched the look in his eyes alter, her anxiety spiking. Jeffrey craned his body sideways on the couch, rubbing both of his calloused hands up her legs. Kylin swallowed nervously as he lowered his mouth to the tattoo on her thigh, exposed from the slit in her dress. He looked up at her devilishly before rising up to settle between her legs. Her hands shook as she brought the glass to her lips for the final sip before she sat it down to join Jeffrey’s on the table. 

Kylin’s breath caught as he dug his hips into hers, and her thighs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist. She moaned his name into his ear as her hands found purchase in his hair. 

“You feel so good,” Jeffrey groaned as he rolled into her again. Kylin’s mind was a haze with lust and alcohol, and all she could do was whimper in reply and dig her nails into his shoulders. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, and then further down her neck, and he gently nipped the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Her breathing was heavy and her chest heaved against his as he continued his path down to the valley between her breasts. He shifted his weight to one arm so the other could roam down to push the neckline of her dress away. With better access, he licked over her nipple, his scruff rubbing against her skin deliciously. Kylin responded with a gasp and a moan, and her body shivered as she arched into him. Both of her hands returned to his hair and tugged, the heat between them pooling. A low growl reverberated within Jeffrey’s chest as he crashed his lips back to hers and bucked again, which earned him another whimper from Kylin. 

“So beautiful,” Jeff breathed as she moved her body against his. 

“Jeff,” She whispered back, anxiety and arousal mixing together to further dampen her ability to speak. They continued to move against each other, ecstasy brewing between their bodies that caused them both to shiver and groan. Jeffrey finally pulled away and leaned back onto his knees, and Kylin bit her lip at his disheveled state.

“We’ve gotta stop or you’re gonna make me nut myself.” Jeffrey breathed as his hands still danced over Kylin’s body. He pulled her skirt down reluctantly as his eyes still ate her alive.

Kylin nervously brought her hands to his strong thighs, and Jeffrey let her run them up before he stopped her when her fingers shakily reached his belt buckle.

“Not tonight, sweetheart.” Jeffrey breathed, his eyes closed as he removed her hands. He pulled her up and shifted them on the sofa to where she straddled his lap. Kylin leaned forward to compmature his lips as her hair fell in their faces. Jeff brought his hand that still held her wrists up to his chest, leaving them there so he could push her tangled hair out of the way. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jeffrey repeated with a gasp against her open mouth. She licked his upper lip and he drew her bottom one into his teeth. She ground down on him and moaned lightly, which earned her another groan from him.

“Fuck,” He choked as his hips rose up to meet hers one last time, “How do you do this to me?”

Kylin huffed at him as she pulled back, blowing her messy hair out of her face. She gave him an innocent smile while she looked into his eyes and cupped his chin. She let her fingertips run through the coarse, silver hair of his beard, “I don’t know.” 

Jeffrey swallowed and licked his lips before speaking again, in a raspy, almost-whisper, “I’m not gonna rush this thing with you, Ky. I know you’ve been through shit before, and I don’t wanna be someone who does it to you again,” He tucked her hair behind her ear as he continued, “I don’t know what this is, or what you want it to be But I know I enjoy spending time with you, and enjoy being around you, and enjoy touching you.” He squeezed her hips and dug his fingers into the soft flesh there, a cocky smirk formed on his face, “I want you to know that you’re safe with me. That I’m not gonna hurt you, and I don’t expect anything from you.” 

“Thank you, Jeff,” Kylin whispered, trying to stave off the emotions that threatened to push over her tear ducts.

“Anytime, Sweetheart,” He grinned, and pulled her back into another kiss that she instantly melted into.

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“I don’t want to go home tomorrow,” Kylin whined as they laid in his bed the next morning. They weren’t touching, but were in mirrored positions on their backs. 

“Then don’t,” Jeffrey hummed, turning his head to face her.

“I have to be at work by eight, silly. I got bills.” She giggled and turned her own head towards him.

Jeffrey rolled his eyes, “I’ll pay them for you, if you stay.”

Kylin gave him a sarcastic glare, “You know I won’t allow that. Plus, I’m up for a promotion at work, I need to go in.” 

“Oh yeah?” Jeffrey replied with lifted brows. He rolled over onto his side and propped his head up with his knuckles.

“Yup. They’re working on a move around and I’ll be taking John's bar manager spot since he’ll be moving positions too.” She answered with a proud smile.

“Big boss lady in a suit, huh?” He grinned and poked her in the sides.

“Yup.” She replied, popping the p sound with a giggle.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You deserve it.” Jeffrey said, and Kylin scooted over to him for a brief kiss before she rolled out of the bed. She started towards the bathroom when she felt Jeffrey’s hand come down with a soft smack to her ass. She gasped and spun around to see him looking away innocently.

“What?” He grinned when he returned his eyes to her, “Couldn’t help myself.”

She huffed out a laugh and flipped him off before continuing her journey to the shower.

They spent the morning lounging around his apartment, drinking coffee and watching TV. Kylin was flipping through channels while Jeffrey was in the bathroom, and came across the tail end of the second season premiere of Supernatural. She busted out laughing as Jeffrey returned to the room with a confused look on his face, “What’s so funny?”

Kylin turned up the volume on the television and spoke John Winchester’s line at the same time as the TV, and sarcastically feigned the emotion that he had had in the scene.

 “I just want you to know that I’m proud of you,” She looked up at Jeff with watery eyes and reached out her hand for him. He instantly erupted in his own laughter as he swatted her hand away.

“Enough of that now,” He said with a shake of his head as he plopped down on the sofa and stole the remote. 

“You’re no fun,” Kylin pouted, her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Pfft, I’m a riot,” He retorted, and threw his arm over Kylin’s shoulder to pull her into his side. 

“Whatever, old man.”  She poked his ribs, laughing as he jerked away from her.

“I’m about to start lunch, so don’t start with me,” He scolded, giving her a tickle of her own.

“Yeah, that’s right, feed me!” Kylin joked. She shrieked in laughter as he rolled over on top of her and continued his assault for another moment. Jeffrey finally pulled himself off of her and rose back to his feet while pointing to her, and shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen.

About half an hour later, Jeffrey was working on the meal when the doorbell rang. 

“Can you get that for me, sweet pea?” He shouted from the kitchen.

Anxiety instantly trembled through Kylin, who remembered the last time she’d answered the door in a home that wasn’t her’s, “Uh.. I’d rather not.”

Jeffrey appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, dishrag in his hand. He gave her a sympathetic look and repeated his previous words before he headed to the door, “You’re safe here, honey.”

“Who is it?” Jeffrey hollered as he whipped his hands and looked through the peephole.

“Little pig, little pig! Let. Me. In!” Came from the other side of the door before the doorbell rang again in short sporadic increments. 

Jeffrey barked out a loud laugh as he pulled the door open and in march Norman, two bottles of liquor in his hands.

“Who’s up for some fuckin’ day drankin’? Oh, Hey, Ms. Ackles, didn’t know you’d be here.” Norman lifted one of the bottles towards her in salutation.

“Hey, Norman,” Kylin replied, her nervousness shifting away at the sight of Jeff’s best friend, the sense of peace slightly returning. 

“How’re you doin’ girl?” Norman asked as Kylin stood to give him a hug.

“Good, you?” She replied as she watched him pull the bottles out of their paper bags. 

“Better now! Came to get day drunk with my buddy and he’s got a hot girl here! It’s a win!” Norman laughed with a wink in Ky’s direction.

“She’s been here all weekend, douchebag. You’ve known this.” Jeffrey joined them at the table with three glasses, shaking his head.

“Okay, yeah, but I kinda figured you would have scared her away by now.” Norman teased. He quickly dodged a slap to the back of his head by Jeffrey while he opened the bottle of brown liquor. He turned to Kylin and asked,  “Whiskey, Sweetheart?”

“It’s barely noon, Noman,” Kylin replied with a quirked eyebrow.

“A double she says!” Norman barked out in an Irish accent. He poured them each a healthy glass. Kylin snorted as she picked up her glass, and Norman pushed the other into Jeff’s hand and raised his own in the air, a little bit splashing on the table.

“What’s the mahogany, you dick,” Jeffrey chided before he tossed his glass back and finished it in two huge gulps.

Kylin lifted her own glass and took a sip, and looked at the two men in confusion when they stared back at her. 

“What?”

“I thought you were like, a professional drinker.” Norman teased.

Jeffrey huffed a laugh and shrugged his shoulders in agreement  with his friend.

Kylin rolled her eyes and tilted her head back, downing all the amber liquid at once. 

“Better?” Kylin asked as she held the empty glass up and gave them a deadpanned look.

“I like ‘er, Jeff. Let’s keep her around.” Norman beamed as he threw his arms over Jeff’s shoulders and pulled him into his side.

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The night wore on, and by ten o’clock, the second bottle had been busted open and Kylin was laying on the couch drifting in and out of sleep as Norman and Jeffrey talked in the dining room.

“Man, she’s something else,” Norman chuckled lowly, his eyes on Kylin snoring softly on the sofa.

“I think this is the first time I’ve actually outdrank her.” Jeffrey rasped jokingly as he brought his glass to his lips. 

“Everything goin’ alright?” Norman asked after he took his own sip, giving Jeffrey a sideways glance.

“Yeah, brother, everything is great so far. I feel like a fourteen year old kid, though.” Jeffrey sighed as he placed the glass on the table, “I don’t wanna do anything to fuck it up, ya know?”

“I get it man, but you’re not like that anyway.”

“Obviously, but I’ve seen how the shit she’s been through can affect someone. The first time I met her she was so fucking broken and I…” Jeffrey trailed off and had to blink a couple of times to keep his emotions in check.

“That’s why she needs you, dude.” Norman replied, his head tilted slightly with his eyebrows raised, “and you need her after that crazy bitch.” 

“I just don't wanna push the girl into feeling like she says she did with that jackass.”

“Then don’t.” Norman said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

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The next morning, they were at the airport, hangovers in full effect. 

“Ugh, whyyyy?” Kylin wined, stomping her foot as she leaned her head into Jeffrey’s sternum. They were waiting for her bags to be checked in what seemed like an endless line of fellow travelers.

“It’ll be alright, sweet pea, just have a drink on the plan and get some sleep,” Jeffrey curled his long arms around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

It was soon time for them to say goodbye, and JEffrey engulfed her into his arms and leaned down to smother her in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced around with hers, and they explored each other's mouths with urgency. Kylin couldn’t stop the tears from forming in her eyes as they clung to each other. 

“Shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Don’t cry.” He whispered as he wiped the stray tears away from her cheeks.

“I can’t help it, I’m such a pussy.” Kylin laughed, shaking her head against his chest.

“Then what the hell am I?” Jeffrey looked down at her and revealed his own watery eyes. 

“A bigger pussy,” Kylin sniffed before giving him the last kiss she could, not knowing when she would see him again. 

[astarionslittlejuicebox]

The Promise of Eternity (Part 7)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Imagine: The reader helped Astarion ascend and became his spawn. After saving the world from the Elder brain and it’s destruction, the reader and Astarion set out to take on the world together. While he promised to never forget the gifts the reader has given him, Astarion has seemed to have changed his attitude towards the reader in the last century…. After someone breaks one of  Astarion’s rules, how will this affect the reader’s fate?

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery

Word Count: 1390 

Imagine Series

Side Notes: 

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3.  Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

In this imagine series, Astarion is a bit more unemotionally unavailable, and this series will follow the decisions and consequences of that change. This is not canonically accepted and it is just an idea I’ve had in my head! (I do believe Astarion might truly care for the reader after Ascension, but that is open to individual interpretation.)

In this series, TAV is mildly based on my first character I played in BG3; she is a drow and I will make references to her in her background and knowledge as well. I do apologize that it is not 100% your own imagine, but the name for TAV is up to you as well as anything else that I can think of leaving to you, the reader, to decide.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

The cream sand felt warm under my bare feet as I walked along the coast of the emerald sea. Sand shifted and swallowed my small feet as I stepped lightly across the long stretch of the empty beach. Small impressions of my footsteps were the only clue to my presence interrupting the otherwise serene landscape. At the end of the beach, where sand fully met the water, there was a cluster of bushes that stood unkept and free of the gardener’s touch. Beyond those bushes was a small rock cave, hidden and safe from prying eyes. Once I was hidden away from the sun’s rays and the world, I dropped concentration on the invisibilty spell I had cast whilst I was walking in the castle. I followed the short tunnel to an open area in the cave, where I finally felt safe from anyone and everyone. I let out a sigh of pure relief as the items I had left in the cave still appeared untouched. The small clearing in the cave had small candles of various colors standing about the room; some of the candles were more used than others, but they were all currently unlit. Soft velvet pillows were still laid about on the floor, and a small table with a little shrine to Mystra stood shyly in front of the western wall. I lit some of the candles before I set my satchel down next to a velvet pillow in the center of the cave. Taking a seat on the pillow, I crossed my legs and closed my eyes.

One of things I had learned once I left the Underdark was that wizards needed to be of clear mind and body when using or performing certain spells. While I thought I was in the best mental state I could be in, something in the back of my mind was nagging at me that I needed to figure something really important out before I could properly perform the spell. I clasped my hands together as I took a deep breath. I stilled my mind and found myself staring at my reflection in a large mirror that occupied the length of the large open room. I stared at the ruby-red eyes that I had not seen truly reflected back at me for over two centuries, and I studied them. They seemed to have dulled either from a lack of sleep or a lack of compassion from those dearest to her. My (TAV’s hair color) hadn’t grown since I became a vampire spawn and my face hardly looked a day over two hundred years old. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve sought me.” My reflection spoke with a somber tone. “I was beginning to think you had forgotten how to reach me.” I felt my lips pull downwards into a frown.

“I do apologize. I had not needed to clear my mind in a while.” The sad tone to my voice made my reflection frown.

“You may not have felt the need to clear your mind, but you have needed my console on a most pressing matter.” I felt my eyebrow lift on its own accord. “You have been ignoring this matter for far too long.” Her words brought confusion into my mind. “Do not tell me that you have given up any and all hope for Astarion?” 

“It is hard to hold onto hope for someone to change their pattern of behavior that they’ve decided to use for a hundred years.” My eyes rolled in their socket at my mirror-self. “I am losing hope that something will change with him, yes.” The drow’s head in the mirror shook itself in disappointment at me. 

“Think about something for a moment, will you, (TAV’s name)? When did Astarion’s behavior change?” I pondered the question I was asked as I thought about the night where everything changed between Astation and myself.

It had been during a spring rain storm when our butler, Ilvisar, knocked on our bedchamber door in the late hours of the evening. He informed Astarion of a drenched visitor standing on our doorstep, but Astarion had waved a dismissive hand towards the elf butler. Ilvisar had informed us that the visitor was adamant about speaking with the lord of the house. Reluctantly, Astarion and I followed the butler to the front door, where a blonde tiefling stood with her back facing us and water dripping onto the hardwood floors. I remember Astarion opening his mouth to say something, but when she made eye contact with him, all he said was, “What is a gorgeous creature like you doing out in the rain?” From that moment forward, wherever Astarion went she followed. My eyebrows furrowed again as I recalled the events from that fateful night. 

“How long has it been since the tiefling has come into your life?” A perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose on the drow in the mirror’s face.

“She’s been in our life for…” My next words came out of my mouth slowly. “...at least a century.” Something about that statement felt off. Tieflings live, age, and mature at the same rate as humans, and have a life expectancy of at least a century, while some can live up to a hundred fifty years of age. However, the tiefling has shown no signs of aging since the day she arrived.

“It’s quite a curiosity that she hasn’t seemed to age at all in the last century.” The drow in the mirror studied my face as I let her statement simmer in my mind. “She still has a beating heart and breathes oxygen in her lungs.”

“Curious indeed. She is certainly not a spawn nor a vampire.” I admitted aloud, but I thought about something else. “Astarion has come to see me twice in the past couple of days.”

“Indeed he has. Tell me, during those visits, have you seen a glimmer of your lover in his eyes?” The reflection cocked her head to the side in a questioning way. “Have you not seen how he looks at you whenever the tiefling is not present?” Her last question brought my attention back to her as brief moments where Astarion smiled at me or seemed to notice my presence occurred whenever the tiefling wasn’t around, but those moments were few and far between for the tiefling hardly left the vampire’s side. The drow in the mirror was right, something was off about the tiefling. A knowing smile came upon the drow’s face in the reflection.

“She’s not a tiefling.” I spoke aloud, and the reflection slowly clapped her hands.

“Finally, you used your brain cells.” The reflection said with relief evident in her voice. “Now, you need to figure out what she actually is, and how she is managing to control our little star. If you figure that out, we may be able to get him back.” I gave the reflection a nod before I closed my eyes again. When I opened my eyes, I was back in the rock cave staring at the small stone statue of Mystra. Looking around the small cave, I had an idea.

I found a small rock and etched the circle and symbols from the book into the ground. Next, I found four pillar candles to place in each of the four corners. I grabbed the only red candle in the room and sat it in the middle of the circle. Following the steps written in the midnight blue book, I took a seat in the center of the circle and lit the final candle. Closing my eyes, I visualized outside of the house the night of the tiefling’s arrival and recited the chant. I felt a gush of heavy wind swirl around me before I felt myself hovering in the air.

I was floating above the ground in the pouring rain during the late evening hours. Looking to my right, I found the entrance of our castle standing proudly in the darkness. My favorite flowers were standing strongly in the flowerbeds by the steps to the front door--a sight I hadn’t seen in the century since the tiefling’s arrival. My eyes widened with excitement as I realized that the spell had finally worked, and I was about to get some answers about the mysterious tiefling living as an imposter in my house.

[jensenscomedyelbows]

SPN FIC REC FEST #4

AUs/Crossovers

*assume all recs are rated EXPLICIT*

*assume all recs are Wincest or Wincest +*

*all participants give and receive*

THE SILENCE OF A SUMMER DAY by wanttobeatree

***Everyone who loves the Winchesters should read this amazing future fic***

AU. Rated PG. The world has moved on. This is their legacy.

(I’m just reccing this one in several different categories because I can)

THE HOWL VERSE by paxlux

S4 AU. Serial killers after Dean returns from Hell. No angels here, just bloodthirsty savages, AND so 👏well👏done👏

CENTURIES OF STONY SLEEP WERE VEXED TO NIGHTMARE by britomart_is

OFC POV. Future AU.

I found the POV fascinating. Boyking!Sam has to continue his predestined lineage. Dean, his Consort, auditions women willing to bear the Antichrist’s child, and when the OFC is chosen, helps her through the actual sex part, since, ya know, he knows what his brother likes. All 100% consensual, as much anything can be in a capitalist society that preys on women

and

…BY A ROCKING CRADLE by britomart_is

Sequel to the above. OFC POV. Future AU. Boyking!Sam/Consort!Dean/OFC and a bunch of permutations thereof

A SORT OF HOMECOMING by elzed

Crossover: Friday Night Lights

Sam/Tyra Collette/Tim Riggins, implied Dean/Mindy Collette

FNL starred a character named Tyra Collette who was played by Adrianne Palicki, aka Jess in SPN season 1. Tim Riggins was played by Taylor Kitsch, who was coincidentally born in Vancouver BC and currently lives in Austin, where FNL was primarily filmed and where Jared lives. The overlap is just…FANTASTIC. I mean, Sam is Jared is Sam, and Tyra is Jess is Tyra. Tim is just hot. Sadly, Dean’s erotic adventures take place out-of-story in this one, which is very well-written and whose Sam is very much in-character and believable. As a fan of both SPN and FNL, finding this fic was just *chef’s kiss*

THE SUITE VERSE by leonidaslion

Boyking!Sam AU. Lots of non-con and dub-con. I feel like this one is a no-brainer. It’s legendary. Clear your schedule and strap in for the bloody end times. Sam is keeping Dean prisoner in a luxury high-rise above the carnage that Sam is wreaking out in the world as the Antichrist. Dean is not enjoying this turn of events. Appearances by Bobby, Ruby, Castiel, Ben Braeden, and probably more that I can’t remember. Anyway, enjoy this twisted novella-length set of stories. 🫣

APOCALYPSE VALLEY by onelittlesleep and meyerlemon

AU. Sam and Dean are living in a world without people. At least, as far as they can tell, they’re the last men on earth. After a little over two years, a woman approaches. This is the story of Sam, Dean, and Emily after the end of humanity.

*Apocalypse Valley isn’t online anywhere, but my wonderful fic detective @jarpadandjensens found it for me, so I have uploaded it to my Dropbox, and that’s where the link will take you.

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

can we get a part 2 to that post where ruby asks weiss to give jaune another chance, yknow the one where she said shed be neptunes whore id like to see her eat her words and take a stab at getting in on the action and by that i mean relationship (do what you want with this i just need to see her fumble)

Motion Sickness Snippet under the cut

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(Weiss POV)

Jaune approached me with a backflip. 

He flew across the ground, sword and shield in hand, reversed, floating tractionless, and backflipped at me. 

Whatever machinations he had in his mind led him to using the shield with a longsword rather than the titanic broadsword. His shield was a giant lowercase 't' shape as he flew about. 

I waved my weapon through the air and pinpricks of light followed it. The light hovering in place before it flickered out in a projectile at him. 

He flipped past the projectiles without blocking them and slashed at me twice with the straight blade, it was a little over three feet long. I had to engage him with Myrtnaster directly. My own weapon was shorter than his. In a battle of straight range I'd lose. 

I tried to fence at him but he was strong enough to shove my weapon out of the way and send me spinning. I didn't fight the motion, I wanted the space from him. I summoned part of my knight. Just the right arm and his sword, I grunted with the exertion of the summoning. 

Jaune caught the massive sword on his shield. He had to brace with both hands behind his shield, but he held. It was his turn to grunt with exertion. He spent his semblance, and threw the blade off of him. He looked visibly upset about spending his semblance in a defensive manner. His face was dark and scrunched in a scowl. He had to take physical steps on his next assault against me. 

Imagine. 

Jaune wasn't like he used to be. That much was obvious from even our little chats. His and Yang's fight just drew it out and this, our sparring match, was icing on the cake. He had a strategic mind second to none of us and his instincts were sharp and finely tuned towards the Grimm according to Ruby. He'd read the Knuckelavee with little more to go on than footprints. It wasn't his experience with the Grimm but a preternatural sixth sense about where it would go, how it would fight. A true hunter's sense. 

Now with his semblance and strength he had the power to back that up. He was a threat. A real honest to Gods threat. 

He met me again but without his Limit Break he wasn't fast enough to out-spar me. I fenced him with thrusts that met his shield and he tried to counter attack from behind it with a strike that I blocked but sent my teeth ringing. I couldn't imagine trying to block constantly like Yang had when his semblance was active. He was unearthly strong even without it and it only made him stronger while active by an order of magnitude, according to Ruby. 

I couldn't believe that Ruby had found a boyfriend before I did. It was unbelievable! And she'd had sex- 

Jaune hammered me like a nail with his shield. Then he clipped me with his weapon. 

I'd gotten distracted. 

I gathered a glyph behind me and in front of me behind Jaune then darted between it Jaune and the next glyph then I summoned another, and another. I tore into his aura, ripping into it as I darted from one glyph to the next. I did damage until I activated his own semblance. Then he reached out and tried to grab me by his shield hand. 

I'd seen that before and dodged it but I had to back off. I summoned my knight, this time I had enough spare breaths to call forth the entire body of the knight. Jaune stared it down with a growl and rolled his shield wrist, checking both of our aura instead of focusing on the fight at hand. 

The nerve! 

The knight paced forward and tried to crush Jaune but he flew out of the way, low to the ground. He jumped and slammed his shield into my knight's chest. It rocked the silver specter. My knight fell right to its knees but it punched Jaune center of mass with a fist nearly as large as he was. 

He rolled with it. 

Could he just stay down? 

He met the blue and white figure again which was slow to rise unlike Jaune who became a blue blur. He hit my knight with a five hit attack that held Jaune in mid-air while he slashed and carved blue calligraphy into the knight. It collapsed into dissolving white light and I fell with it. My aura was nearly exhausted. I leaned on Myrtenaster which had been stabbed into the ground. Jaune came falling down on me with both hands on his sword in a massive overhead strike. He faltered when he saw I'd fallen and he nearly fell on his face in his attempt to cancel the attack he already had momentum behind. 

Maybe he was still a little clumsy. 

"You out?" He asked like he didn't already know. Ruby had insisted we hook up our scrolls to Jaune's so he could monitor us in a real fight. 

I panted and nodded up at him and he offered me his shield hand. He easily pulled me to my feet. 

"Thanks."

"No problem," he dismissed. 

"About you and Ruby…”

He grinned. It was a quiet proud grin. Like he was proud of what she and him were. I wondered if Neptune had ever grinned like that about me. I rather doubted it. “What about us?” He asked.

“Have you two really, you know…?”

“A couple times. She let me take her.”

“Just like that?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t think for her it was some big decision. You know what I mean? I think… I could be mistaken… but I think some girls put a lot of stock into their first time. And I don’t think she was like that. I think she wanted the intimacy. Why? Did you and Neptune ever do anything?”

"You defeated me, well done." I tried to change the subject. 

"Just today. Tomorrow will be different."

"Plus I was out of practice," I justified. 

"Of course," he said to my excuse without a hint of sarcasm. "You probably didn't have the time to practice while in Atlas."

Well, not against another opponent. All I had to work on was my semblance. Even that seemed to pale in comparison to the work he had done on himself. 

He'd had real opponents. I told myself. He saw actual combat. 

"Jaune you fought Salem's agents, correct?"

"Just the one, but yeah. I did."

"What was he like?"

"He was a faunus. A scorpion faunus," he clarified, thinking. He put a hand on his chin. "He fought with his tail. He was fast and cruel. We only beat him because Ruby snuck up on him while he was playing with me."

"Playing with you how?" 

"He was torturing me with his weapons, that’s how I got hurt. He wanted to hurt me before he wanted me to die." Jaune reached down to pull up his shirt and revealed a set of bifurcating scars on his chest and stomach. "We cut off his tail. Sent him packing." Hard muscle rippled beneath the orange scars leading up to a broad well-defined chest. 

I stared and shook my head. The scars went deep, were jagged, and brutal looking. This was when he self harmed. It was important to remember that.

"So he was murderous," I went on. 

Jaune gave me a strained look. He broke eye contact with me and dropped his shirt. I watched the fabric fall over him.  

"He was… he was more than murderous. He liked what he was doing. He introduced himself as Tyrian but I've just been calling him 'The Scorpion.'"

"Tyrian," I murmured. "Was that before or after you and Ruby got together."

"A little after," he answered without hesitation. He didn't even seem to think the question was odd. 

"What's it like?"

"What's what like?" He gave me a look of pure Jaune confusion. 

"Being with Ruby."

"Oh. Uh… it's mostly the same. We hang out. Talk about our feelings. That sort of thing."

"Except you also…" I trailed off. 

"We also kiss. Yes."

Buffoon. He knew I was talking about sex. 

"You don't need to worry though," he cut in.

"Why would I be worried?" I wondered, a little offended. 

"Well she's your partner. I wanted you to know I had no intention of taking that from you." He hesitated a moment. "Or her." He added. 

"Oh. I see."

"Isn't that what you were worried about. Seemed like something was bothering you." He squinted his eyebrows at me. 

Well yes. It was that my little immature partner was already having sex with her boyfriend, but I was hardly going to get into that with said boyfriend. Then again she was seventeen. Not at all too young for that kind of thing, besides Ruby actively saw combat. It wasn't like I could honestly say it was a step too far for her. It was just odd then, that I hadn't. Hadn't really considered it, even. 

Sure Neptune had been good looking but it wasn't like my thoughts had been on that. Well, maybe occasionally. I just had never trusted him enough. He'd flirt with me then run around and flirt with someone else. I suppose Ruby just trusted Jaune and why not? It sounded like he'd regularly put his life on the line for her. Compared to that, sex seemed small. 

It wasn't, of course. My whole team stuck our necks out for each other and we were hardly all… well. I suppose it took an extra special something. An attraction as well as trust and Ruby and Jaune had always been close and gotten along well. Maybe it was just inevitable. 

"I was just curious. That's all. The timeline." 

He seemed content with that. He nodded along, head bobbing at the words. 

"I wanted to talk to you a bit more about Cinder." He’d grown silent earlier when we discussed his revenge.

"Please Weiss, I don't want to talk or think anymore about that."

"Would you rather talk to Ruby about it?"

"Maybe," he hedged, but he continued anyway. "I'm just not ready to let go. Letting go of Pyrrha is just too much to ask of me. I want to be able to, even. I want to live without this burning ache. Not even Ruby has been able to dissuade me of what I must do when Cinder and I cross paths," he repeated softly. "What I must do."

"I don't understand. Don't you care about what you and Ruby have?"

"Of course I do," he said flatly.

"You'll lose it."

"Stop it. I already know that," his tone came out terse.

"Do you? Don't you know how much she cares about you? We all do."

"Please." I found him begging. Begging. For someone who had grown so strong to actually beg for me to stop as though my words were daggers came as a shock. "I'm not ready to let Pyrrha go. I'm not."

I frowned down my nose at him. I sighed off to one side. "Then let us help you. Let Ruby help you."

"She already is. I'll get there, I promise. I just need more time. Look, just because I'm not ready now doesn't mean I won't ever be. Believe me when I say I want to. I want to be that for Ruby. For all of you."

I looked at Jaune and the realization struck me that he had really been through the ringer but maybe he was actually getting better. He'd said he used to be more depressed and Ruby had helped him through that. Maybe I just had to let her. She'd helped me too. 

"You'll talk to Ruby more about it?" I half asked, half demanded. 

"I will," he vowed. 

"Hey!" Yang harassed. "You two done flirting?"

I sputtered slightly, unable to get my words out at the same time Jaune shouted, "fucking maybe! What's it to you?"

"It's getting on dinner time is what it is," Yang bounced back. "Come on in."

"Fair enough." Jaune sighed. "I am hungry."

"I could eat. I suppose." My stomach betrayed me. Nearly a full day of sparring had left me famished, it was natural. Organic even. Nothing to be embarrassed about. 

Jaune smiled down at me, he had nearly a whole head and a half of height on me. "Don't worry. I'll never tell. It’s our little secret.”

Heat crept up my neck a little at that. 

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[greatkittydream]

thank to @smokinferret for opiz idea

Jaune was surrounded by his friends and Team Rwby.

smokinotter: teams can be divided up in pairs of 2, 3 and 4 depending on the skill level of each member.

Ruby: hey Jaune why don't you ever talk about where you're from.

yang: come to think of it vomit boy you never do talk about that type of stuff. what's wrong Mama kick you out the nest earlier or something. yang said in a playful town.

jaune: well I just don't think it's that interesting I grew up in a smaller rural area that was comprised entirely of humans. there isn't much variation there, I just don't think I'm that interesting compared to you yang I mean you're a dragon for Pete's sake.

yang: fair I am pretty cool. she said pulling back her sleep and flexing her arm. but I still think you should have some cool stuff like don't your people typically tell stories.

Ruby: yeah, yeah I heard you people make stories where werewolves seem like the most badass and killable creatures ever that only the not only the most powerful and strongest of magic can harm tell us one of those.

Blake: I don't know why you want to hear one of those stories human stories typically revolve around monsters being violent and cruel by Nature. she said in the common area feet over couch reading a book forced to be in the conmen area.

jaune: already saying we're just going Ruby would rush to his defense saying he's a good human pariah would lead in saying she's half human and then the three would go out at talking about humans are getting better while Blake brought up the atrocities done And Atlas still hitting monsters for no reason. you know what there is this one story Mama but sing to me to sleep. in hindsight he should have kept his mouth shut because now Yang won't stop calling him a mama's boy.

yang: how do you go on vomit boy let's see what your mom was saying you to sleep with I'll have you know my mother was a dragon and they only tell the most gruesome stories that children.

jaune: well I guess I'll sing the song I don't know if he'll be anything like Your Dragon Tales though I can only imagine how scary those would be in order to scare a dragon.

jaune: "clearing throat noise"

Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by

For you may be the next to die

They wrap you up in bloody sheets

To drop you six feet underneath

They put you in a pinewood box

And cover you up with dirt and rocks

It all goes well for about a week

And then, your coffin begins to leak

And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

The worms play pinochle on your snout

They eat your eyes, they eat your nose

As you begin to decompose

A slimy beetle with demon's eyes

Chews through your stomach and out your sides

Your stomach turns to rancid grease

And puss pours out like melted cheese

You spread it on a slice of bread

And that's what you'll eat when you're dead

And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in

The ones that crawl in are lean and thin

The ones that crawl out are fat and stout

Your eyes fall in, and your hair falls out

Your brain turns into maggot pie

Your liver starts to liquify

And for the living, all is well

As you sink further into hell

And the flames rise up to drag you down

Into the fire, where you will drown

Your skin melts off as you descend

And Satan tears you limb from limb

Your suffering will never end

And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

They'll eat your guts and then shit them out

And when your bones begin to rot

The worms remain, but you do not

So don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by

For someday, you'll be the one to die

And when Death brings his cold despair

Ask yourself, "Will anyone care?

everyone else in the room: what the fuck was that.

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opiz pov: Miss Good Witch do you know why I brought you to my office.

Miss Good Witch: no but I have a feeling you're going to tell me.

opiz: miss good witch you have petitioned to have jaune expelled over 10 times and it has not even been a week, I understand you think I'm a fool for letting the boy after all you haven't seen anything he could potentially do and he's performed just below average. before you answer that question though Miss Goodrich let me ask you a question do you know what I am.

Miss Good Witch: you are a phoenix sir one of the five left in the world I fail to see how this pertains to the boy and yes I want him out of the school for his own safety he's not been Taught how to properly use his mana and he's in a school where people can be murdered without charge the because the people in the council refused to change even after hundreds of years of life the school forced to abides by the Old Law system. and he's a human many family still hold a grudge.

opiz: well let me put it like this that boy is very very special I could go through thousands of cycles and never get a chance like this again so with all due respect MS please hold any and all requests of expulsion of him.

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hi smokinotter here a little World building the council is Not Elected it is inherited and it is full of people hundreds if not thousands of years old because of this laws are slow to change and it's still under a monarchy system. hate generates hate, just as many humans hate monsters. There are monsters that hate humans for the simple fact of each other's existence.

@howlingday thank for the help with the ideas

[crushsblogstories]

Camping trip - Part 1

WARNING(S)!

None of these are my characters!

I came up with the plot.

Suggestive themes?!

Potential small inaccuracy! Though the exact date s'mores were invented is unknown, the first formal recipe is recorded in the 1927 book. Anne with an E takes place in the early 19th century so they might’ve had or might not have had s’mores, but there is still a chance they did.

Pronouns! Not specified

||Wordbank:|| Knickers - Shorts || Trousers - Pants||

Current: PART 1 [] PART 2 [] PART 3

It was nearing the middle of spring, as such the weather was warmer. Still the nights felt cold.

Your POV

I wake up to the warmth of the sun kissing my face through the window. I yawn as I stretch, sitting upright in bed. I do my morning routine, washing my face, brushing my hair and deciding what to wear for the day. It takes me nearly 20 minutes to choose as I don’t know what is appropriate for today. See, Ms. Stacy announced to the class about a week ago that we’d be going on a camping trip. Most of the girls groaned and sulked, but Anne and I were ecstatic much like the boys. Anne was excited because, in her words, ‘It will be a great opportunity to learn new things, see new horizons, and oh so many more wonderful things!’ Having been camping with my father before, I cannot disagree, but opposed to Anne’s, my excitement was for the memories and the views. Out in the wilderness you can witness so many views you are restricted from in large towns and even small communities like Avonlea. And the memories you make can last for a lifetime. One time whilst camping, I fell into the river trying to grab a shiny rock I found. My dad tried to help but he fell in with me!

Laughing at the memory, I finally decided on a shorter-style dress, stopping a bit higher than the knee so as not to restrict me too much, along with knickers underneath just in case I want, or need to climb. I pack two more dresses along with knickers to match their dress accordingly — pajamas, a tent, some blankets and pillows, cream for bugs, another cream for poison ivy, and an extra set of clothes never hurt anyone right? After checking over everything I look up at the alarm clock on my bedside table, of which I now realize I forgot to set, seeing I have… WHAT? 30 minutes before school starts!? It’s a 20 minute walk, though I meet Ruby half-way and she walks slower than me, making it 30. 

I quickly zip my suitcase, running out my bedroom door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. My father is washing the dishes whilst my mother sips her tea with a large pregnant belly. “Y/N? I thought you left for school with your sisters. Hurry up you’ll be late” My mother starts, “Don’t you have a trip today? There’s toast on the table, hurry up and go.” My father finishes. “Yeah, we’re going camping and will stay out there for two days I believe” I say while I butter my toast, questioning myself on the ‘two’ of which showed in my tone. “Alright I’m off, love you! See you soon!” I yell whilst running out the door. I run as fast as I can in this stupid dress down the path, suitcase in hand, toast in mouth, regretting not grabbing an egg as well.

I’m almost to where I meet up with Ruby as I see her walking just where the paths meet, “Ruby!” I attempt to yell, though the toast in my mouth muffles it. I believe she heard me as she turned to look in my direction, “Y/N! My.. You look out of breath.” She says, adding a small laugh at the end. “I am.” I reply, taking the toast out of my mouth and beginning to walk with her. As we make our way to school we talk about fun and meaningless things, and I finish my toast. We arrive about five minutes before school starts, giving us time to talk to our other friends.

Entering the class with Ruby, I see everyone chatting amongst themselves. Me and Ruby walk over to the girls who are crowding up a desk, and greet them with “hello’s” and smiles, getting them in return. 

“So is everyone excited about the trip? I know I am.” I say smiling, when Tillie pipes up. “Well, I’m not so sure.. I hate even the thought of camping! All those bugs, all that dirt…” She trails off when a sudden, “EW!” burst from all the girls but me and Anne. After a short silence, we all start laughing and when we die down, Josey begins to speak. “As much as I hate the thought as well,” she shuffles in her seat to get more comfortable and clears her throat before continuing, “I plan to fall in the river in front of Billy so he helps me out and we have a-” she pauses, cutting herself off to create suspense, “moment!” She squeals out the word as she finishes her sentence. “Awww’s” and more squeals can be heard following the statement, though I stay quiet. I see no point. “What about you Y/N?” Says Diane, her along with everyone else, turning their attention to me. “Huh? What do you mean?” I reply, hoping she’s not asking what I think she is.. 

“Are you going to do something to get Gilbert’s attention?” Explains ruby, emphasizing Gilbert’s name. “If I want his attention I won’t get it by tripping over my own two feet. I’ll get it another way, like simply calling him over, or tapping him on the shoulder. I’m no damsel in distress and I do not need saving. Nor do I feel the need to pretend as if I do for attention.” I pause, turning my head to look at Josie, “No offense” I add, feeling as though it seemed harshly directed at her, though I was simply stating my opinion on the topic. “None taken.” Josie replies, relieving me a bit. 

See, me and Gilbert have been dating since we were 14, so a year now. He is an amazingly kind person, and doesn’t judge people harshly like that Billy Andrews. Gilbert’s also very chivalrous. Not in the sense that he puts his jacket over a puddle I can clearly walk around or even walk through if I feel like it. He understands I can do things for myself. He’s chivalrous in the sense that he goes out of his way to make me happy, or in his words ‘see my face light up’ and ‘see that beautiful smile’. I also must admit he is significantly good with words. ……… OK OK! He’s a smooth talker and I like it.. Happy?!

Snapping out of my self-induced argument, I see the girls are in separate conversations in groups of two or three. I join myself in a conversation with Tillie and Ruby when the boys come up to us, sitting at other desks or simply standing around. Gilbert is sat across from me, and Billy is stood next to him. Our conversations stop as we look at the boys in front and around us, then Billy begins to speak. “Are you guys scared of going camping? I get it. There are such big bugs and maybe you’ll have to touch a– a– a– fish!” He says in a teasing tone. “Oh be quiet Billy!” Diana speaks, though Billy turns his attention to Anne. Ignoring Diana’s statement, Billy begins speaking once more. “Oh but red-head here isn’t scared” Billy carries on the teasing tone leaning closer on the table. “Isn’t that right red-head? Or should I say, boy.” Now fully leaning on the table, Billy smirks as he sees he’s gotten to Anne. “I am not a boy.” Anne says looking straight at him, fists clenched in her lap.

“Are you sure? Cause you-” Billy starts, only to be cut off by me, “That’s enough!” I say standing up from my spot to emphasize the statement I am about to make, perhaps to dramatically but oh well. “I see no problem in being excited about going camping. I am excited about this expedition as well and I definitely know you are too because it was all you could talk about last Friday! Shall I pester you about it too?” There was a silent pause as I finished my enraged statement. He always picked on Anne the most. She’s told me how it makes her feel helpless as no matter how much she retaliates he continues the pestering. How she feels like just giving up at this point. So, I stand up for Anne when she won’t for herself. I get it, it can be hard after so long with the feeling of getting nowhere.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot Gilbert with a slight smile on his face whilst he looked at me. Billy looks down as all eyes shift from me, to him. “I’m… sorry…” Billy says, shocking everyone. I regain my composure quickly and speak once more, “Are you saying that to me or Anne?” I ask, keeping a firm tone. Billy raises his head slowly and looks at me for a second before turning his attention to Anne, “I’m. Sorry… Anne…” Billy says once again. Anne, still shocked, says “I-it’s… a-alright?” It came across as more of a question as she was still confused by what had just transpired. Not too many minutes later Ms. Stacy enters, coming from outside. “The carriages are here, you may pick who you ride with. Get your belongings and head outside” Ms. Stacy states. 

(I know running with toast in the main characters mouth being late for school is an overused clishé, but it's pretty much the only portable-breakfast they eat consistantly back then without needing a container)

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I'm watching For Candia Part 1 and I am so done with all of these people. By "All of these people" I mean the House of Rocks family drama. Cumulous is exempt. His last name might be Rocks but he ran off to the monastery 30+ years ago and gave up the family drama. He's off in the corner crying over shiny magic weapons and murdering chickens for temp hp. Liam is also exempt, he's out here gloom stalking his way around assassinating people in fucked up ways and being sweet with Primsy.

Theo is half exempt, because his feelings were hurt by not being told about the "who is currently the ruler of Candia" secret. But he really should know Amethar and Ruby better than that, so he only gets a half point. Caramelinda also gets a half point because she is definitely smarter than everyone else here and her ruthlessness and clear vision is kind of inspiring, but I'm also annoyed that she resorted to secrecy and potential murder quite so quickly, even though from her pov I actually do understand it and find it pretty reasonable all things considered lol. I want to take a brick to everyone else's skulls until they stop being dumb. I guess I'll just be gentler with the brick for Theo and Caramelinda haha.

And they still haven't fully digested how bad and wrong a crusade against the entire Bulbian church is. Sure Saccharina was like, "hey I told you guys to kill discriminately, not INdiscriminately!" But that's pretty laughable considering she literally declared a crusade against the church. Innocent people die in crusades dumbass. These are your people; they take their cues from you. None of your plans for the church had any nuance to them. It's your responsibility to say what you mean and mean what you say. You can't half ass a crusade. Honestly if I were Gooey and Swifty I'd be like... um boss lady, I thought you wanted to kill all the Bulbians and drive them from the lands and strike fear into their hearts? Remember that fun book burning party we just had? I'm getting mixed messages here.