#sarahbela

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Sarah Blake/Bela Talbot. One of them's a catgirl. You're interested?? Read it!! Sarah's a really fun POV to write!

For the Suptober prompts Black Cat and Portrait. Below is the opening:

Sarah Blake looks at the paper-covered painting she'd spent the past three weeks searching for, a glass of wine half-drunk in her hand. The painting is propped against the fireplace, and it looms, as portraits tend to. B, the little black cat that had followed her home from the auction house - the same day as when she got the commission, now she comes to think of it - sits upright next to her legs on the couch, ears twitching away from her fingers whenever she tried to stroke her. 

That's unusual, for this cat. Typically, she'd sprawl out over any available surface, mewl for attention until she got head scratches, and purr contentedly any time Sarah put her hands on her. Now she was stiff, tense. 

The only time Sarah had seen her like that before was when she'd tried to put a collar on her¹, and she'd ended up scratched and bitten so badly she'd had to go to the ER. When she got back, B wouldn't look at her, but kept following her from room to room, hissing if Sarah turned her face to her. Sarah, feeling incredibly guilty, had apologised out loud and showed B that she put the collar in the garbage, only realising after she'd done it that of course a cat wouldn't know what any of that meant. 

Strangely, though, it seemed to work. B had come back purring as soon as the lid closed over the trash. She even licked the bandage over Sarah's cuts, and pushed her head into her hand. 

B's a pretty funny cat overall. She has this unimpressed stare she levels at Sarah for such uncouth behaviour as 'bouncing a toy near her' and 'putting out cat food'². She gave a token grumble whenever Sarah scooped her up like a baby, but would dig her claws in if Sarah tried to put her down again before she was ready. She hops onto the counter when Sarah brings her research home (which is more often than she probably should, but hell, what else has she got to do on a Friday night?) and stares at the papers like she's reading them. More than once, B had put her paw on just the information Sarah had been looking for just after Sarah remarked on how she needed it³. 

"My good luck girl," Sarah had praised, and kissed B's furry little head. B's hackles had gone up from the smooch, but then she seemed to calm herself deliberately, and she flopped over the papers like she'd lost all her bones in a fit of lazy decadence. 

In the present, Sarah swirls her wine and surveys the hidden painting. 

"What do you think is wrong with it, B?" 

She's supposed to burn it. That's what the note said, which she'd found in an envelope taped to the back of the Picasso she'd just purchased. The note had been written in wobbly scratches of biro, addressed directly to her. It was lucky she was adept at reading awful handwriting - in the archiving business, it's essential - because the script was only barely legible. There had been $32,000 dollars in the envelope too. 

The flat out work of the last few weeks had been for the money and the chance at more,  she wasn't going to deny that, but part of it was her overactive curiosity. 

What's wrong with it? Ava's first thought had been haunting. She'd waved her EMF machine at it half heartedly after the delivery guy left, but the needles stayed dissatisfyingly still. She'd bought the thing on Amazon when a friend mentioned cold spots, but it turned out they'd just had a fault in their double glazing⁴. She hasn't heard from them in a while, not directly, but from her Facebook feed she knows that they haven't been murdered in their bed by a malevolent spirit so far. Which is good! Just, well, a little disappointing, is all...

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¹ The collar was baby pink, and had a little bell on the end.

² Sarah's never seen her eat it, but it always disappears by morning.

³ So, she talks to her cat, so what? Before B, she'd talk through her process with her toaster.

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

Sarah and Bela being lesbians. That's it

[xofemeraldstars]

Happy day of birth mwah!!

mwaaaah!! 💋💋 thank youuu 🥂🍰💞

[crobby]

hey does anybody want the sarahbela or caskelly usernames

[brw]

📷 xoxoxox

this picrew

mutuals send me a 📷 and I’ll make you a picrew of what you look like in my head

[benevolentsam]

Five Years (Ao3) Pairing: Sarah/Bela Rating: Gen Wordcount: 1200 Warnings/Tags: Canon Character Death, Canon Divergence Square: Demon Deals for the @spnladiesbingo

It had been three days.

Three days since Bela died. Three days that her body, broken body, was laid in a casket in Sarah’s house. Sarah had never seen a dead body before, but seeing Bela’s was worse than anything she could imagine. She couldn’t do much but just stare at her. Praying that some merciful god would take pity and bring her back to life.

Sarah couldn’t wait around for much longer. No one else was going to save Bela’s soul from Hell, but Sarah could.

There was something her father had once told her about. The legend of Robert Johnson. God there was so much artwork based around this myth, this story but. Sarah wasn’t so sure it was a story anymore. And maybe she could use that.

Her house, her father’s house, had a library filled with weird things, first editions. A collector is a collector. And of course, Sarah kept tabs on all things weird and wonderful, had made enough friends and connections through selling haunted art. Had a list of names to go through to find answers.

Like just how Robert Johnson managed to summon a demon.

It took another day, but a friend of a friend of a client finally told her what she would need. And lucky Sarah, after spending two years collecting supernatural pieces, had most of the things. Tin box, black cat bones, graveyard dirt, flowers, and her college ID card.

It had been four days and Sarah couldn’t take staring at Bela’s body any longer.

Under waning moonlight, Sarah stood at a dirt crossroads. Barely a mile away from her father’s mansion but on the edge of humanity. Cold chills ran down her spine and her jacket did nothing to stop it. She was knelt in the dirt, hand still pushed into the soft earth. Nothing happened. And maybe Robert Johnson was just a story. Maybe she wasn’t going to get her happy ending.

She screamed into the fields, begging the demon to come. Everything stayed silent, even the winds stilled. And she started to sob, because she knew she would be going home to a dead girl. She couldn’t save Bela.

“Oh, darling, you’re too pretty to be crying.”

Sarah looked up. There was a woman in front of her, holy beautiful woman, with a coy smile. Her eyes flashed red as she offered out a hand to help Sarah up.

“You’re a…”

“Demon, yes,” the woman, demon, said. “And you’ve come to bargain your soul, Sarah Blake.”

Sarah nodded eagerly. “Please, take it. Take anything I just-“

“Slow down, tell me what you want first, then I’ll see what I can sell it for,” the demon laughed.

“Bela. Bela Talbot, she’s in Hell and,” Sarah held back tears. “I want her back, I want her alive and safe. Please tell me you can bring her back.”

“Ooh, bringing a soul back from Hell,” the demon gritted her teeth. “Especially one like your little friend, Bela. Darling, she sold herself to us. Big boss wouldn’t be too happy if I just… gave her back up like that.”

“Please,” Sarah said, and she was back on her knees again, fingers tangled in the fabric of the demon’s dress. “I’ll do anything, I promise.”

“How about,” the demon said. “I take your soul in five years, you get five lovely, long years with Bela dearest, and then I… take you both.”

Sarah let go of the dress. Let her fingers fall until the hit the damp ground. Five years. Five years with the love of her life, five years longer that Bela doesn’t have to spend in Hell. But she couldn’t sell Bela’s soul again, use it as a bargaining chip. It wasn’t fair, Sarah wasn’t Bela’s parents she wouldn’t use her as a pawn. But…

Five years alive again. It wasn’t a bad deal, not when Bela was already in Hell.

“I’ll do it.”

The demon grinned a feral grin. “Oh darling, I knew you would. Now, up you come, we have to seal a deal like this with a kiss.”

And the thought of kissing anyone but Bela made Sarah’s stomach turn. But this was for her, it was okay, one quick peck on the lips and the devil had her.

“Five years, Sarah Blake,” the demon said. “And your soul is mine.”

Bela woke up screaming.

Pain rippled through her body in ways that she couldn’t comprehend, places she didn’t know could ache. But there wasn’t anyone touching her. Not like there had been a second before. A second before, a demon had been leant over her with pointed grin, telling her that she would never leave but.

There was the ghost of pain, and no one there. No cold chill of Hell. And it took a second to blink life back into her eyes but they adjusted, and she was in… someone’s living room. Plain ordinary living room. Her joints were stiff but she leant upwards to take in more of the room.

There was a woman hunched over in the corner. Brown hair in neat plaits.

It was Sarah.

“What did you do?”

Sarah stood up fast, her face was white and eyes dark, and she flung her arms around Bela. “Oh God, you woke up, you’re safe, you’re okay.” And Sarah kept whispering to her, you’re okay, everything’s okay. Except it wasn’t.

“What did you do, Sarah,” Bela asked, gentler. Pleading.

“It doesn’t matter,” Sarah said. Tear in her eyes, she stroked Bela’s hair over and over again. Clung to her. “It doesn’t matter, because you’re safe. It’s okay.”

“Sarah, please.”

And she let go. Leant Bela carefully against the side of the casket and sat back. She blinked back tears and smiled. Eyes empty kind of smile.

“I couldn’t do it,” Sarah said. “I couldn’t live knowing you were… down there. I couldn’t! I’m sorry, I just... I made a deal.”

“No, Sarah,” and Bela was crying as well. “Sarah, I’m not worth that.”

“You are to me.”

Her arms were back around Bela, and she held her as they both cried. Bela’s body still ached, her chest felt empty but. She wanted to be angry at Sarah. A part of her was so thankful that the hands she still felt were only memories. And Christ she was thankful for Sarah saving her.

But Sarah saved her, and decided to take her place in Hell.

Oh sweet, soft Sarah, how could she.

“I got us five years together,” Sarah said. “I’d go to Hell for that.”

“I’ll get you out of this,” Bela said. Both their sobs subsided. And Sarah looked up so hopefully at her. “I promise, we can fix it.”

“Bela, sweetheart, five years is a long time. We can talk about this later, okay, I just want to enjoy the time we have now, please.”

“Okay, okay,” Bela shook her head and smiled. “Help me out of this coffin and we can go to bed, love.”

As Sarah helped her up, pressed life and love back into her bones, Bela knew. She was already thinking of ways to kill the damn demon that bought Sarah. How she could fix things. Five years was a long time for Bela Talbot to get her revenge.

[davecurbis]

I was struck with the idea that my genius kid SARAH BELA becomes powerful on the order of BRANIAC! She is often my least developed of KINDERGARTEN KAOS but I’m starting to flesh her out. #kindergartenkaos #sarahbela #brainiac #markers (at Miburehc Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtRXHbmlCt-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18zh0tc5bgv9u

[ssarahblake]

i'm literally obsessed with your bela/sarah concepts. i'm usually a bela/jo fan but like. BELASARAH AHHH I LOVE IT

Listen listen listen ela/sarah is big brain okay bc sarah has the degrees she has the experience she knows how to appraise and to dig when it comes to art. And shes this rich girl who is obviously looking for danger and excitement and wants to help people and now has an interest in the supernatural. And Bela has the connections she has the contacts. And she brings that excitement. Bela and Sarah make the perfect team bc their personalities and wants balance each other, and their skillsets match up like Bela steals, Sarah appraises and determines the best use, and Bela trades or sells the supernatural objects. Bela gives Sarah a purpose and a mission and Sarah helps Bela be a little more moral in who she is pawning these powerful objects off to. And they care about each other so much that Sarah would go to Hell to bring Bela back. And i personally am obsessed with them

[caswlw]

it’s time for a url change since. i forgot earlier ig

sarahbela -> @chadskey

belasarah -> @buckskey

belajess -> @milksend

@rocksalts @youchangedme @sunforgrace @samdyke @castiellesbian @billygibson @biggersons @woobification @angeltiddies @procrastinatingbisexual @deancaswlw @glittercas @nonbinarycas @heller-stacey-abrams @cvrsedseraph @belacoded @nikadd @s13dean @disableddean @mochadean @bloodfreakboyking @onrainynights @4x01 @kazcoded @wapjackles

[milo-my-beloved]

Kanej fic recs

I've been reading some Kanej fics recently and I thought I'd share some with you that I really liked! This isn't an exhaustive list and there are a thousand fics that I have saved on my mfl, so I will almost definitely make another list of these in the future.

Killing Me To Love You by aphroditeversus / @crooked-kingdoms(31,665 words)

I've never read a hanahaki fic before but oh boy am I glad I read this one - it is so sweet, and it combines two of my favourite tropes: mutual pining and angst!

Drowning by witteefool (1,205 words)

if there's a specific type of hurt/comfort that works really well for this fandom... well, it has to be nearly drowning! And this fic is an excellent example of it as well, especially because of the traumatic implications with Kaz...

home by northyard (5,513 words)

you might have figured out by now that I love hurt/comfort and oh boy does this fic deliver. The fight scene is absolutely incredible and the comfort afterwards... have I mentioned how much I love Inej yet?

all in good time by terribletruths (15,682 words)

this fic is the pinnicle of Kaz being an absolute drama queen, and I absolutely adore it. It's like a sort of mini heist - so much like the books, but if they were on a little more crack and were only 15k words.

two solitudes by sixappleseeds (2,027 words)

oh god if someone ever told me they wrote a 'sharing the bed' fic and that was it I would be like "okay? is there nothing else?" but this is absolutely incredible - how they managed to pack so much emotion into such a small amount of words is beyond me.

farmer kaz by cafatonin / @sarahbela (7,104 words)

okay there isn't much I can say about this one other than we were robbed from this scene happening. We should have seen it. I feel betrayed. But if Ms. Bardugo won't do it, we still have this lovely fic.

+ a fic that's still in progress:

Dealing with Our Demons by ravenyenn19/ @ravenyenn19 (367,786+)

Originally, I saw this fic and wasn't going to read it because of the slightly intimidating word count, but oh god am I grateful I did decide to read it. First of all, it's split into sort of 'seasons' so it doesn't feel like too much to read all in one go, and the plot is absolutely fantastic! The amount of worldbuilding and the clear understanding and depth of the characters is astounding, and I love checking up on it to find a few extra chapters to catch up on!

[beesweatercas]

URL change!

kaiacoded -> beesweatercas

(feel free to reblog!)

@a-really-tired-really-gay-bitch @annballofyarn @bisaster-energy @bowie-boy @s13dean @dadstiel @cvrsedseraph @nonbinarycas @belacoded @bloodfreakboyking @takemetotheworld @disaster-bean @evermorecastiel @fairyfrogs @fanfic-corner @goosegremlin @https-castiel @halaenoor @imineffible @ivydean @sarahbela @jessie-michael @kindestwalkingmentalbreakdown @legless-fish-on-rollerskates @maxguevra @mishavacado @mugisal @transkaia @swallow-carrying-a-coconut @the-jelliphish @kazcoded @well-hey-there

[transsexualvampirism]

just hit post limit like embarrassingly quickly so hii guys it’s me, heller-stacey-abrams this is my back up account

(gonna tag a few mutuals)

@micemirls @woobification @s13dean @bluishorange @persimnon @carriecoded @seffersonjtarship @lostlvgacy @castiellesbian @skepticalfrog @ghost-lad @match-less-bee-bud @x-soft-hugz-x @crobby @avaarts @nonbinarycas @cvrsedseraph @sarahbela @glittercas @smokerdean

[crobby]

just got the url of my fav rarepair omg

[nikadd]

where is puck @sarahbela he is missing crucial j/2 fallout theory developments

[stewyonmolly]

thanks @sarahbela for the tag in this picrew!

i’m tagging @stardstgf @literaturegf @lilgaywolf @tomiano and any1 else who wants to xoxo just say i tagged u

[ssarahblake]

List of spn women who should have fucked/dated/had intense homoerotic gal pal energy with:

Sarah blake/bela talbot

Ruby/Abaddon

Rowena/Amara

Rowena/apocalypse Charlie

Jo harvelle/Bela Talbot

Rowena/Mary

Rowena/Abaddon

The list goes on but im assuming u see my pattern