#Ruby supernatural fluff

[rositaslabyrinth]

Between Heaven and Hell - Ruby

Ruby x angel!reader

Warnings : making out, super slight intimacy, mostly safe :)

A rebellious angel and Ruby share a dangerous, secret love affair, knowing that discovery could mean destruction for them both.

Word count : 1,059

The night air was thick with the scent of rain and something darker—something that clung to your grace like a warning. You should have left hours ago, should have been anywhere but here, but the pull was magnetic, impossible to resist.

Ruby was waiting for you.

You found her in the shadows of an abandoned motel on the outskirts of town, leaning against the Impala with that infuriating smirk playing on her lips. “You’re late, feathers.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” you murmured, scanning the empty parking lot. If Dean or Sam saw her—if Heaven knew where you were, who you were with—this would all come crashing down.

She tilted her head, stepping closer, invading your space in a way that made your borrowed vessel’s heart stutter. “And yet, here I am. Just like you.”

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “This is reckless.”

She smirked. “That’s what makes it fun.”

It had started as something else entirely. You weren’t supposed to be this—not a traitor, not a fallen thing with blood on your hands and a demon tangled in your grace. But Ruby had a way of twisting things, making them feel less like sins and more like choices.

The first time it happened, it was a mistake. A fight turned into something desperate, something that left you gasping in a cheap motel room, your hands clutching at her like she was salvation instead of damnation.

Now, you couldn’t stop.

Inside the motel room, Ruby pushed you against the door the second it shut. Her lips ghosted over your jaw, her voice a whisper against your skin. “You’re tense.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Angels tend to be when they’re committing high treason.”

She chuckled, her fingers trailing down your arm. “You’ve been doing that since the first time you let me kiss you.”

You caught her wrist, finally meeting her eyes. “They’re going to find out.”

She shrugged. “Then we deal with it.”

“It’s not that simple, Ruby.”

Her expression darkened. “Because of Sam?”

You hesitated. You cared about Sam, about Dean—even when they didn’t trust you. But this wasn’t about them. It was about Heaven. About Hell. About what you and Ruby were and what you could never be.

She sighed, stepping back. “You’re scared.”

You swallowed hard. “Aren’t you?”

She looked at you for a long moment before shaking her head.

She looked at you for a long moment before shaking her head. “No. Because for once in my existence, I have something that’s mine.”

Your chest tightened at her words, feeling the weight of everything hanging between you—your grace, your loyalty to Heaven, the risks of your secret relationship. But despite it all, Ruby was here, with you, and the gravity of that was enough to make you forget, just for a moment, everything else.

When she pulled you closer, her lips brushing against yours with that desperate, almost reckless need, you didn’t fight it. You couldn’t. Ruby’s mouth was soft but demanding, her hands sliding over your back, tugging at you with the kind of intensity that made your body ache.

The second kiss was slower, deeper. Her tongue traced the outline of your lips, coaxing them open, and when it slid past, you melted into her. The heat between you both was undeniable. She tasted of salt and something darker, the edge of something dangerous that made your breath hitch.

Her hands roamed, feeling the smooth curve of your shoulders before slipping under your shirt. You gasped when her touch traced over your skin, skin that wasn’t truly yours, but hers, in this moment.

You could feel the rhythm of her heart, her breath matching yours. She pulled away just slightly, her fingers grazing over the line of your jaw, her voice a soft whisper. “You’re mine, you know that?”

You nodded, unable to find the words, your own fingers tugging at her clothing, pulling her closer. “I’m yours.”

Ruby’s smirk returned, but it was softer now, more intimate. She took her time unbuttoning your shirt, every movement slow and deliberate as she revealed your skin, her gaze never leaving you. The way she looked at you, like she was memorizing every inch, sent a shiver down your spine.

Her hands slid to your waist, her thumbs brushing the curve of your hips before she pulled you closer. There was no urgency, only the steady beat of your hearts in sync as she leaned into you again. Her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your throat, and you couldn’t suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” she murmured against your skin, her voice thick with desire.

You shook your head, both lost in the feeling, in the intensity of what this was—what it was becoming. You pulled her back to you, this time guiding her to the bed. Her lips never left yours, even as you both collapsed onto the mattress. She moved with ease, pushing you back gently, straddling you as she gazed down at you. The intimacy was palpable, more than skin deep.

Her hands trailed down your sides, caressing and teasing, making you shiver under her touch. She leaned down, pressing a heated kiss to your chest, her lips brushing over your pulse point as she murmured against you, “I never want to lose you.”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words. But you didn’t need to. Instead, you pulled her back to you, your hands threading through her hair as you kissed her again. This time, it wasn’t just about the passion or the need—it was about something deeper, something fragile that you both shared in the secrecy of the moment.

Ruby’s hands slid down your back, pulling you closer, her body pressing against yours in perfect sync. Every kiss, every touch was an unspoken promise, a declaration that no matter what Heaven or Hell threw at you, this—she—was yours.

As the night stretched on, the world outside faded into nothingness. You and Ruby existed in this quiet, stolen moment. And when she finally pulled away, breathless and soft, you knew there was no going back.

Her fingers brushed against your cheek, her voice low and filled with emotion. “You’re mine, forever.”

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you believed it.

[prentissluvr]

empty church, 5:30 a.m. — ruby

cw : gn!reader, fluff, nothing i'm just in love with her, 540 words. requested ! for my 800 followers event [ closed ] .

summary : even in odd places at odd times, ruby always makes you laugh.

MOVED BLOGS TO @sammyluvr !! no longer active on this blog! all fics can be found there!

ruby is funny. she’s sarcastic and snarky and witty and she makes you laugh. she knows how to make you laugh hard.

it’s just about the oddest thing to sit on the steps of an abandoned church in the middle of nowhere with a demon—the prettiest demon to live, if you’re the one who’s asked—laughing to the point that you snort aloud. all she’s done is made some stupid joke about how men are idiots. she’s not even wrong at all, but the way that she says it, the judgy and oh-so-adorable face that she makes, has you leaning into her side with a hand on her thigh.

“what? i’m serious!” she insists, a bit of a laugh in her voice too. she looks at you, picking out her favorite features of yours in the dim, pre-sunrise morning light. “you think anything i say is funny, don’t you?” she’s almost condescending in the teasing, but in the way that makes it seem like she likes that she can make you laugh without trying. it strokes her ego, tells her she has you hooked.

of course, you have her hooked too. your laugh might be her drug of choice. and sometimes it feels like it wasn’t even her choice. it just happened, and now she loves you, in all the ways she knows how. i mean, for god's sake—well, not god’s, she’d say—you order french fries instead of potato chips with your meal at that stupid diner so that she can eat them. she’s pretty sure you don’t like french fries very much.

“not anything,” you defend yourself. it’s a lie. if she meant for it to be even remotely humorous, you’re very likely to laugh about it. or at least give a little amused scoff. she loves that sound, too.

when she really thinks about it, she doesn’t just like that she can make you laugh so effortlessly to know that she has you. she just likes it when you smile. ruby likes the way that you wear joy, and she likes to be the one to put it on you.

“yes, anything,” she argues, shaking her head at you playfully. “it’s cute,” she states, grinning and reaching over to place her hand on the back of your head. “c’mon, baby. admit you think anything i say is funny.”

“that’s not fair,” you disagree, turning your head to her the second you feel her soft hand there. “you’ve already decided, you just want to hear me say it.”

“i do,” she confirms with a loving smirk, leaning closer. you can’t hold back a breathy huff of laughter because you think it’s funny that she doesn’t even try to deny it. and with that, you’ve really been caught, and there’s no use in saying anything except for what she wants to hear.

“fine,” you force the falsely begrudging word through a grin that’s difficult to contain. “you’re right.” she looks at you, pleased. her dark brown eyes are dim at this hour, the cross above her head has turned upside down. fields surround the decaying church, and the sun won’t rise for almost another hour. ruby leans a little closer, but she waits for you.

gladly, you close the gap and kiss her.

[samsblades]

✶ don't mind — ruby

cw : gn!reader, angst, unrequited(?not?) love, arguing sorta, unedited, 597 words. requested ! for my 900 followers event [ closed ] .

prompt : in the hallway between the front room and the kitchen + “what part of ‘i love you’ do you not understand?”

frankly, ruby isn’t always the easiest personality to deal with. she’s stubborn and snarky and mean. she’s not mean to you, of course, but she is a demon after all. but you can’t deny that it’s all part of the reason you love her. you’re stubborn too. her snarkiness matches your own sense of humor; it’s cute, even. and she’s extra mean to the people who dare to cross you. secretly, she gets very protective.

she likes when you call her pretty, when you cross lines, when you tangle your hands in her hair and slot your hips against hers, but it turns out that she doesn’t like the big three words. they fall from your tongue, murmured in the softness of that afterglow, your lips brushing against her ear as you hold her naked form close.

when she hears that, she stills, then shakes her head. “no, you don’t,” she whispers back, almost sounding guilty. you thought she liked having you wrapped around her pretty little fingers, and that those words would be the ultimate expression of your willingness to be hers. you don’t expect her to say it back, at least not today, but she’s impressively fast to pull her clothes back on a rush out the bedroom. you follow, more clumsy than her, bewildered by her reaction.

“ruby, wait,” you call after her, stopping her in the hallway between the front room and kitchen of your apartment. your fingers wrap around your wrist.

“you shouldn’t say that,” she tells you, frowning, and much more serious with you than she usually is.

“i didn’t expect you to say it back,” you explain, “and i’m sorry if you didn’t want to hear it.” you frown back. “but i meant it, and i’m allowed to tell you what i feel if i want.”

she shakes her head again. “this isn’t that,” she says, and it is mean to you.

“it is to me,” you insist, “i mean, jesus, what part of ‘i love you’ do you not understand?”

“none of it!” she snaps vehemently, “i’m a demon.”

“i don’t think that’s true,” you retort, “i think you remember more about being human than you let on, i think you actually care. you’re acting like you know exactly what i mean when i say that, and like i shouldn’t feel that way about you. ruby, i don’t give a damn that you’re a demon, that you’re not a good person, or whatever. and maybe you don’t love me back, but you like me and it scares you, doesn’t it?”

she glares at you like you’re right. “i can’t be what you want. i don’t want to be what you want,” she says plainly.

“you don’t know what i want,” you insist, “and i don’t care. i’m not asking you to be what i want. i’m not asking for anything back. but it’s stupid to pretend that you’re only here for the sex. you kiss me like you mean it.”

ruby’s the type to keep arguing, but she also knows she can’t convince you otherwise. “i’m not–,” she huffs out a sigh, not even sure what her counterpoint is supposed to be. this whole time she hasn’t tried to move away from you. her small wrist is still in your hand. her fingers itch to thread through yours.

“that’s fine,” you insist, because you mean it regardless of what she could’ve finished that sentence with. whatever it is, it’s fine. you just don’t want her to walk away. “and baby, you left your panties and bra on my floor.”

[watermelongirl01]

Jus In Bello

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Criminal Minds x Supernatural

Summary: Your lies finally catch up with you and now you have to face Hotch.

Content Warning: Violence, Dead description, Bitchy reader, Sacrifice talk, Sex talk, Long chapter. (almost 4k words I think.)

Your hands were closed over the steering wheel, eyes tightly closed, and your head rested in the seat. That has been your position over the longest ten seconds of your life, trying to remember all the made-up information to get the brothers out of this mess.

You stepped out of your vehicle looking at the helicopter with concern, and marched down the precinct with a couple of files under your arm. The change of scenery forced you to change the look in your eyes from worried to neutral. 

With the sound of your high heels clicking against the floor, you approached the nice-looking lady. Her dark hair was braided, and a shiny cross was visible on her chest.

“Hello, darling, I’m looking for Victor Henriksen. Do you know where I can find him?” Brown and expectant wide eyes looked at yours with curiosity. But before she could answer, the man appeared. 

“You’ve found him.” 

“I’m from the BAU.” You showed him your badge for a brief moment. “We are taking the case.”

“Excuse me?”

“We believe the Winchesters brothers match the profile of a duo of serial killers we’ve been looking for.” You explained while handing him your files.

You hoped those files made sense, but you couldn’t be sure after improvising the whole thing on the flight.

“My department has been looking for them for years, and we’ve never heard a word from you till today.” You could sense the desperation and anger in his voice.

“And you managed to catch them, congratulations agent. But now I will take over.” You simply said sitting at the lady’s desk.

Four pairs of eyes were looking at you with surprise.

“Then what if they are not who you’re looking for?” He crossed his arms looking at you with distrust. 

You couldn’t blame him, the poor guy spent years after your boys, and now that he finally got to them, you were about to steal them away from him.

“Then we can give them back to your department, but now they’re going to fly back to Virginia with me.”

“That’s going to take months of paperwork.”

“Well agent, that’s a bridge I’ll cross with your superior, By the way, where is he?”

“He went to visit the prisoners but believe me when I say he’s going to be pissed. He’s not going to let this happen.”

“It’s fine agent, I outrank both of you, I don’t need his permission.”

You knew you were being the biggest bitch and it was going to take a toll on your reputation in the bureau, but right now you couldn’t care any less, you weren’t gonna let them take the Winchester boys away from you. And to be fair you could be way worse.

But suddenly a scream coming from the cells caught the attention of everyone in the room, you quickly took your gun out and followed them. 

An FBI agent lying dead in front of your feet, and Sam holding a gun.

“Put the gun down, He shot him.”

“I didn’t shoot him, I didn���t shoot anyone.” Sam tried to explain nervously.

“He shot me.” A Pissed Dean said.

The Winchester’s eyes found your frame next to Henriksen’s and you noticed the relief in their look, but they were still cautious about the many guns pointing at them, everyone noticed there wasn’t a bullet wound on the body, but Henriksen was still holding his gun.

“Talk or I shoot.” He stated.

“You won’t shoot, agent. I won’t let you .” Both brothers looked at you and slightly nodded, you knew your words were reassuring for them, but Henriksen looked at you like you were crazy.

“He was possessed.” Sam said.

But Henriksen wasn’t having any of it, he got closer to you.

“You can’t contradict me in front of the prisoners.” He said, venom coming out with his words. He was pissed and you were about to make it worse.

“I can and I will.” If looks could’ve killed you would be lying beside Steven with the death stare he sent your way.

“We have a helicopter. We will fly them and then you and I can talk about who takes them.”

“I don’t think you understand, you don’t have a say on this, they are leaving this precinct with me.”

And when you thought nothing could go worse, the sound of an explosion shocked you all. The only thing that helped you regain your composure was Henriksen's desperate yells trying to reach out to his colleague.

—

Everyone was panicking except you and Henriksen and then the lights went out. You were officially freaked, the detective was still thinking this was somehow an elaborate plan to free the Winchester brothers, but you knew best, whoever did this didn’t want the Winchesters alive and this was about to get ugly. You rolled your eyes and laughed at his attempt to ask for professionalism from everyone, he was so blind to see that none of that mattered against whatever was out there.

You quickly walked away from the rest and went to the cells. On your way there you passed Nancy, the secretary, and one of the officers. 

You stood in front of the brothers with your arms crossed.

“What the hell is happening?” 

“Demons.” 

“Hate those bastards.” Your eyes focused on Dean's wound. “How 's your arm?”

“Better, the girl willingly brought us some things.” you narrowed your eyes. “What's the plan?” Dean asked

“Well, the plan was using my rank to bully everyone into believing the BAU is looking for you and let me fly you back to Virginia with me, then you escaping and me praying not to lose my job.” You whispered while leaning against the cell bars.

“Was?” Sam’s eyes reflected his worry.

“Well, I was hoping to be out of here hours ago, before he got the chance to read the files, 'cause I’m pretty sure somewhere around file number four, page 20, I ran out of ideas and started to write my Christmas turkey recipe.” You sighed and leaned closer. “Guys, it’s pretty bad out there, Henriksen put us in lockdown.”

“We need to get out of here now.” Sam grumbled. “They are coming right for us.”

“I know, believe me, I do. But those sons of bitches out there are not making this any easier.”

Both boys' faces reflected concern.

“Look, I’m gonna work on it, okay? I'm gonna get you out of here.”  You assured while extending your arms between the cell bars for them to take your hands and find some comfort.  “Just an advice, next time you see Bella, shoot her.” 

“Hey, it’s like we have a contract on us, right? They want us.” Dean said while pressing the white towel over his wound. “I think it is because we are so awesome.”

You frowned in confusion. “Wipe that smile out of your face, you weirdo.”

The sound of footsteps made your head turn to the sheriff, who bluntly ignored you and Dean’s attempts to piss him off. And just opened the cell.

“Uh, Sheriff?”

“It’s time to go, boys.” Your head immediately snapped at him, but he just kept getting closer and so did you.

“Uh, you know what? We’re just comfy right here, but thank you.” Deans said while they both started to back up, and your hand was already making its way to your gun.

“What do you think you are doing?” Henriksen said behind you.

“I’m not gonna sit right here and wait to die.”

“It’s safer here.” Henriksen insisted.

“There’s a SWAT facility in Boulder.”

“We’re not going anywhere.”

“The hell we’re not.”

You decided to stay quiet while the battle of male egos began and you were sure that was the right decision, cause the next thing that happened was Henriksen shooting the sheriff and you getting blood all over you.

The boys immediately fought Henriksen while you stared in shock at the sheriff’s body.

“We need help!”

You nodded, pulling yourself together, and helped them to get Henriksen’s gun so they could push him into the toilet with what looked to be holy water and later exorcize him. 

“Stay back!” Dean warned the deputy grabbing the gun out of your hand, and you finally pulled yours to point at him as well. 

Black smoke came out of Henriksen’s mouth and you lowered your gun.

“Fuck.” You cursed while sitting down on the tiny bed.

~~

Dean was in a hurry to get his weapons out of the trunk when he saw a big SUV parked in front of the police station and a tall man getting out of it. He quickly ran before he could enter the place and pulled a gun on him.

“Who are you?” The man frowned while carefully watching the scene in front of him.

“I’m here for a friend.”

“I asked your name.”

“Hotchner.” Dean’s eyes widened, his hand skillfully made its way to one of his holy water flasks and he splashed Hotch’s face. No hissing, no burned face, no even a reaction.

“Just making sure.” Dean awkwardly laughed. “Your friend is fine, she is inside.”

Hotch nodded with hesitation. But the massive wave of black smoke caught the attention of both men, making them rush inside with no questions asked.

“Hey, look who I found out there.” Dean squeezed your shoulder. “No worries, he is himself.”

Your eyes immediately found the tall and strong man with an unfazed expression frame, you felt a pit in your stomach and your sweat turned cold.

“Hotch?” 

“We need to talk.”

“Of course, Sir.” You jumped out of the desk you were sitting on and walked to the other extreme of the precinct so no one could listen to you.

“Are you okay?” He asked but you were just standing still looking at him with the same look of a teenager who just got caught smoking.

“Listen, I don’t know half of what’s happening right now.” He suddenly embraced you in a quick but tight hug.

“That’s not what I asked. You haven’t answered your phone in hours, I knew something was wrong. You took a plane, left just a note on my desk and when I got to know where you were, there was no phone reception anywhere near.” Hotch said while inspecting your face, he frowned when he saw the splashes of blood on you. 

“I’m okay. It’s not mine.” He barely nodded but you caught the slight move of his head. “I’m sorry I worried you.” You said with sorrow, scratching your head.

“Worried me? You scared the heck out of me.” You frowned, you've never seen him like that. “When I finally found you, I arrived at a place with dead bodies everywhere, a helicopter on fire, and a man pointing at me with a gun, splashing water on my face. I thought you were taken hostage.”

“Everything got out of control. Hotch you need to leave while you still can.” He tilted his face. “We are dealing with demons.” 

He shook his head and placed a hand on his hip. “What happened? 

“Sure, well, you see- ” You stutter trying to remember the story.

“The truth.”

You took a deep breath. “I got a call from those boys out there, they were arrested and I was here to get them out, they are hunters. I grew up with them.” You explained while playing with your own hands. “I had a plan, a good one, but then bad things happen and now we are on lockdown. We think the demons want them, but I can’t let that happen.”

“Then I’m gonna help you out and then we are going to talk about what kind of friends you have.”

“We don’t know how this is going to end, I can’t let you do that, It’s not safe.”

“Well, it’s not safe leaving the place either. So put up with it.”

“Hotch.” You called him, but he was already making his way back to everyone else.

—

Everyone in the precinct was painting devil’s traps in every entry and placing salt in every window and door.

“So, you were their call.” Henriksen looked at you.

“I’m sorry.” You nodded. “I’m not the bitch you think I am, I swear.”

“She’s way worse.” Dean said disguised in a scoff while he was pretending to be busy looking down at the map on the desk.

Henriksen laughed. “So, all those files I read are not legit?”

You shook your head. “Not even a little bit.” You looked at Hotch praying he didn’t hear, but the look he sent you told otherwise.

“They seemed pretty real.”

“Are you sure you read those?” 

“Does he know as well?” He pointed at Hotch with a head movement.

“Just a part of it, but I’m afraid there won’t be any secrets between us after this.” He nodded

“If we get out of this alive.”

“We will, I promise.” You smiled at him patting his back. “And I’m gonna make up for that bitchy attitude I gave you.”

“Right, everybody needs to put these on, It’ll keep you from being possessed.” Dean said, interrupting your conversation while passing the necklaces around.

“What about you guys?” Nancy asked when she saw none of you had necklaces on.

The brothers stretched their shirts down so everyone could see the tattoos on their chests. 

“Smart, how long have you had those?”

“Not long enough.” 

Now all the eyes were on you. Dammit.

“Oh, I’m not showing mine, not at least four dates, three dinners at my favorite restaurant, and my father’s blessing.”  An awkward laugh leaves your lips. “But I have one just like that, I swear.”

“Her tattoo is in a nonaccessible area.” Dean rolled his eyes. “She didn’t want it to be seen.”

“Well, it isn’t pretty.”

“It doesn’t have to be pretty, it’s safe.” 

“How are we going to be sure you are not possessed?” Hotch asked, causing you to look at him with surprise.

“Splash me some holy water, hell, put my head in the holy toilet, but I’m not showing skin.” You narrowed your eyes at Hotch with a smirk drawn on your face. “Unless that is what you want.” 

Henriksen frowned in confusion at your flirty tone. “You always talk to your superiors like that?” 

“I’m not really her superior, she just lets me boss her around sometimes.” Hotch vaguely explained. Not the best explanation though.

“Uh, Isn’t that a kink of yours?” 

“Shut the fuck up, Dean.” You shoved his wounded shoulder making him whine.

—

A loud noise pulled everyone out of their places and quickly following the sound and the shattered glass, you saw a woman standing inside of the devil’s trap.

“How do we kill her?” 

“We don’t.” Sam said getting in between.

“She’s a demon.”

“She is here to help us.” Sam stated lowering Henriksen’s gun.

“Are you kidding?”

You were confused, Dean was clearly upset and Sam was helping the blonde woman with glass on her hair, why the fuck did they know a demon?.

“Are you gonna let me out?” Sam scratched part of the devil’s trap out of the floor and you looked at Dean.

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

The demon passed the whole group and walked into the police station. Dean sent Sam a glare that you couldn’t decipher and then walked away. 

“How many are out there?” Dean asked.

“Thirty at least. That's so far.” 

“Who sent them?”

“You didn’t tell Dean?” The woman glared at Sam. “Wow. I’m surprised.”

“Tell me what?”

“Her name is Lilith, and she really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. Guess she sees him as competition.” 

“You knew about this?” Sam gulped while trying to look at everyone but his brother.

“Well, jeez, Sam. Is there anything else I should know?” A louder and pissed Dean asked.

You stood in the middle. “Is there anything I should know?” You asked, emphasizing the “I” part. Both brothers looked at you. “Like, who is the spawn of hell, and why the fuck is she on first name bases with you? And what do you mean competition?”

She looked at you, extending her hand at you. “I’m Ruby.” You barely looked at her and lowered her hand with your gun out of your sight. “Rude.”

“Care to start talking?” You crossed your arms.

“She’s helping with the deal situation.” Sam walked closer to you. You stopped him with a gesture of your hand.”

“She’s a demon!” Your voice was starting to rise. “Do you think she’s actually trying to help you?”

“She has already.” He tried to argue back. “Look, we didn’t think it was the best idea to tell you about it.” You tilted your head narrowing your eyes at him, begging for him to carefully choose his next words.

“Oh! Because of the accident thing.” Ruby interrupted like she was answering some kind of trivia game.

Dean got closer to you. “We thought you didn’t want to get involved with any of this and to be honest it’s better if you don’t.” 

“Oh, fuck me then, I forgot I’m only here to get your ass out of jail.” Your tongue made a clucking sound. “Got it.”

“No, no.” Sam looked at you with concern.

“It’s not like that.” Dean insisted but you walked past him and stood next to Hotch leaning your back against the wall. Hotch looked at you trying to get a hint of what was happening but you shook your head. It wasn’t the moment for that.

The demon scoffed. “How about the three of you talked about this later?” She looked back at Sam. “We’ll need the colt.” Sam swallowed and looked away from Ruby and Dean avoided eye contact with her.

“Where’s the colt?”

“It got stolen.” 

The devil’s neglected kid was pissed, she stood in the middle of the precinct with all eyes on her except yours and Aaron’s whose gaze was glued to you. 

“Fine, Since I don’t see that there’s any other option, there’s one other way I know how to get you out of here alive.” 

“What 's that?” Dean asked.

“I know a spell.” Her hands made her to her hips. “ It’ll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included.” 

“I’m in, it was one hell of a ride Ruby, it was nice meeting you.” She rolled her eyes at your sarcastic comment.

“Okay, what do we need to do?” Dean stood up.

“Aww, you can’t do anything, this spell is very specific.” Her eyes analyzed everyone in the room. “It calls for a person of virtue.”

“I got virtue.” Dean insisted but Ruby laughed at him.

“Nice try. You are not a virgin.”  Your eyebrows frowned. 

Dean chuckled while awkwardly looking around. “Nobody's a virgin.” 

The officer’s head movement looking towards Nancy was highly noticeable, which made everyone in the room look at her, the poor girl just uneasily crossed her arms.

“No, no way.” Nancy just scratched her neck. “You’re kidding me.”

“What? It’s a choice, okay?”

“Not even once? I mean, not even…? Wow.”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Dean. She's not missing anything anyway.” Everyone looked at you in surprise. “I’m just saying…” You got flustered and just looked down.

Hotch mouthed a “Really?” at you.

“What? Not everyone knows how to please a woman.” You whispered your explanation, afraid of attracting all the attention again.

“So, the spell. What can I do?”

“You can hold still, while I cut your heart out of your chest.” Your eyes widened in horror.

“What?”

“What, are you crazy?”

“Of course she is, she’s a demon, that's probably what she gets for lunch every day.” You blurted and shook your head in frustration.

“I’m offering a solution.”

A discussion began between Ruby and Dean, but before it could escalate, Nancy shut them up.

“I’ll do it.”

But that just started another round of arguments, which many of those you missed when you spaced out, the only thing that brought back was when you heard Sam’s name being called by Ruby.

“Sam, you know I’m right.” Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at Sam waiting for his answer. He wasn’t the only one waiting.

“Sam?”

But his answer never came.

“What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her.” 

You swallowed and looked at him. “Sammy?” You called for him. You knew your voice sounded judgmental, cause he was doing everything to avoid your eyes.

You shocked your head in disbelief when Sam followed a pissed Dean into a hallway. Your body slowly slid down to sit on the floor, your legs touching your chest. Hotch sat right next to you, placing a hand over your knee.

“What’s in your mind? And don’t try to lie.”

“I guess I failed, I swore to their Dad to be for them.” You shrugged your shoulders.  “Suddenly they befriended that black smoke sucker and now Sam is willing to cut out some innocent girl's heart, and that’s a little troubling, that’s not my Sammy.”  Tears began to well up in your eyes but you blinked away the tears before anyone could see. 

“You always try to help them from what I’ve heard, even if that breaks the rules, I did hear about the false files.” He tried to comfort you by caressing your knee, making little circles on it with his thumb.

“Sorry about that.” A little chuckle came out from your mouth. Hotch thought that the sound was almost melodic. 

“And you’re also mad they have a demon friend.”

“Not mad, just disgusted, Her kind lies and do immoral things just for fun. I don’t care that she clearly knows more about their life than I do, she is sketchy to me.” Your eyes looked at the blonde head a couple of feet away from you. “I mean her solution is killing a virgin, what if Nancy wasn’t one?.”

“You think she made that up?”

“Everything has to play their way, I know she can’t smell virgins, but it’s just weird how lucky we were to have a virgin with us.” 

“What about the accident she mentioned?” Hotch’s curiosity got the best of him.

You tilted your head and sighed. “I got possessed, and almost killed myself in the process, but I would rather not talk about it.” 

—

“Where’s the hell’s spawn? She left before the party?” Your eyes look at Sam for a brief moment and then continue to look at the gun you were loading. 

Dean came up with a plan. It wasn’t his smartest idea, but it was better than cutting someone’s heart, so everyone agreed to it.

“She didn’t think it was going to work, She left.”

“That’s nice of her. Such a good friend you have there Sam. John would’ve loved her.” Sam looked at you in surprise, He knew you weren’t mad at him, that the only reason you were upset was because you felt hurt about the hidden information, and feeling hurt and sad was upsetting for you. But the fact you called him Sam and not Sammy concerned him a bit.

“Hey, you two.” Dean stood in between you and Sam. “After this is over, we are going to sit down and discuss this as a family, you heard?”  Sam nodded but you just rolled your eyes.

“You don’t get to decide when we are family and when we’re not. This is the last time you hide information from me. If you don’t want me to leave your ass in jail, you idjits.”  You quickly gathered the things you needed and walked away from them, you searched for Hotch and found him already in his position.

“I don't know how this is gonna go, I just want you to know I’m really glad I’m by your side right now. It makes me feel safe even if I know there’s a big percentage of me being killed tonight.” You scratched your head, talking about your feelings always made you want to puke. In the end, you and the Winchesters were raised in a similar household.

“Don’t say that, we are going to win, and after that, we will fly back home and go to that overpriced restaurant you love so much.” Hotch smiled and you stood silent for a few seconds while biting your lip thinking about the consequences of your next move. 

Whatever, you might die today anyway.

“Fuck it.”

You got closer to Hotch and stood on your tiptoes so you could have a better chance of reaching him, but even that and wearing high heels wasn’t enough, you reached for the end of his tie and roughly pulled him to you, so you could push your lips forward and slightly peck him on the lips. His lips felt a little chapped but they still felt like the perfect combination when they perfectly fit with your soft ones, and you’re sure your tinted chapstick helped a bit. 

“Just for luck.” You winked at him and quickly got away before you could see his reaction or hear any repercussions.

“All set?” You heard Dean’s cream getting you out of your bubble.

“Let’s do this.” You smiled.

~~

“So, are you leaving soon?” You looked up at Dean who was standing next to Sam in their room’s door frame.

You crossed your arms and slightly nodded. “Yep, Tomorrow morning, you?”

“We will hit the road in a few hours, Henriksen already killed us, we don’t want to risk it.”  You chuckled. “Hey, you know we love you, right? We are family.” 

“You guys have mentioned, yeah.” You tilted your head looking at them. “And I love you, boys.”

Sam took one step closer and looked at you with his beautiful but concerned eyes. “We just didn’t want to put you in danger.”

“I know Sammy, but you have to understand I can handle myself. Hey, I know you are struggling and you think you will have to keep fighting alone, but I would give up my badge for helping you, I would risk my life. So before you feel like asking for help from that demon, come to me first, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, boys.”  Sam gifted you a big smile and closed the space between you with a big and tight hug.

When Sam let you go, it was Dean’s turn.

“Hey, I need you to know that I’ve forgiven you for breaking my favorite doll that one time and- -“ 

“That was ages ago, I was like twelve.” He interrupted you.

“Shhh, I’m trying to have a heart-to-heart moment right here.” You shushed him and put a finger on his lips so he would stop talking.  “You have to know that I need you, that if you’re not here, that’s not a world I would like to live in. I’m going to do whatever it takes to help you, I swear.” He slowly walked closer and pulled you into a hug, you tightened it by grabbing him by his jacket, in that hug, Dean felt your love, but he also felt the desperation in not knowing if tomorrow you’ll still have him. He kissed your head.

“Enough with the chick flick moments, you need some sleep.”

“See you guys soon.” They nodded.

“Use protection!”

“Shut up, Dean!”

After saying your goodbyes, you walked just a few steps and entered your shared room with Hotch, who was already sitting in his bed.

“You talked out with the boys?”

“I did.” You smiled at him. 

“Well, let’s sleep, we need to rest for tomorrow.”

“Sure thing, boss. Oh, no wait, you're not my superior, I just let you boss me around sometimes, right?” He smiled.

“Which is a Kink, Dean said it.”

“It’s not, don’t listen to him, you met the guy, he’s pretty stupid.”

“I don’t kno- -.” Hotch got interrupted by someone knocking at the door, you cautiously pulled out your gun and opened the door.

“Dean?”

“Turn on the news.” He said while both brothers entered your room.

Hotch took the control remote and pressed the on button.

Authorities believe a gas main ruptured, causing the massive explosion…

“It happened right after we left.” You looked up at Sam.

“Lilith?” The brothers nodded. 

Hotch turned off.

“She would’ve done it anyway, it’s not on you.” Hotch reassured them.

The four of you stayed in silence for a while, looking at each other. Dean decided to break the ice first.

“How did it feel to be in your first massive exorcism?” Hotch smiled. 

“Not what I’m used to.” 

“We should leave.” Sam announced. “We are skipping town early.” You nodded.

“You know, I’m a federal agent. Why should I let you go?” Both boys frowned and looked at Hotch with concern.

“I mean the news kinda killed us already.” Dean said with an awkward laugh.

“Yeah?”

The brothers called your name for help, and although you were enjoying the banter, you decided to rescue them. 

“Don’t worry, guys. I got it.” You stood between the brothers and Hotch. “Start running, I’ll distract him.” They immediately listened and left the room. 

Hotch frowned. “What’s the distraction? Nothing is keeping me from chasing them.” You couldn’t believe he was being this playful, but you played this game even better. 

“Hey, Hotch.”  You pulled down the left side of your pants and panties just to give him a quick look at your tattoo.

Hotch’s eyes darkened while his tongue passed over his upper lip. His eyes were not leaving the view you were giving him. You saw how his fist closed tight and then opened up again after a few deep breaths and managed to compose himself.

“I knew it was at your hip.” 

“You were right.” You chuckled while you opened your bag to look for clothes.

“By the way.” You look up at him. “Watermelon.”

You frowned with confusion. “What?”

“Watermelon.” He repeated once again. “Your lips taste like watermelon.” 

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[marcelllyn]

Best lovers- Oops, friends.

Sam is my boy of the month, and wow what a man!

Synopsis: Sam and Letty have been best friends since college, after a while they meet again at Bobby's house. But this time something strange is happening.

Warnings: English is not my first language, Possible mention of blood, mentions of pain and hallucinations.

In college, I remember being great friends with Sam, and we were glued to each other everywhere. Like conjoined, or Siamese, siblings. We both had crazy families who hunted peculiar things, with brothers devoted to their parents, and a dream of escaping that life. We were roommates, two Nerds, he graduated in law and I graduated in psychology, we were going to escape from that family curse that we carried. Together.

So when Jessica showed up, Sam left to live with her, which wasn't really a problem since he didn't ignore me. Whatever happened, he was scared that Jessica would find out about hunting, about his family, about his mother. The memory was vivid, me sitting on the cafeteria bench with some friends while he laughed with Jess on a bench far away, pretending to be someone he wasn't. He always wanted me if it was hurt or jealousy.

Anyway, the day I heard a knock on the door and saw him standing there and sad, with that puppy dog ​​look, and he hugged me tightly crying over his girlfriend's death, I knew that everything was lost, that he was lost and I didn't He was going to rest until he found the thing that killed his mother and his girlfriend. That was the last day I saw him.

Looking out the window of a truck that reeked of booze, I let my mind wander through the good memories I had at the college I dropped out of. Traveling the world and hunting supernatural things runs in the family. I chuckled as I remembered Sam. Even though a few years have passed, the longing for him never went away.

— So, how are your parents doing? — Bobby who was in my direction, questions, an old friend of my mother who has been a nanny on many occasions. — You know, after death, your sister.

— They are doing well, sad, but recovering. — I gave a robotic answer.

— Sad, but well, what a beautiful way to describe grief. – He murmured. — And how do you feel?

I looked at him smiling and responding:

— I feel good, strangely, it's as if she were still alive. Only far away, like she always was.

— She was a great hunter. You remove it from her. -Bobby laughed. — I remember that she played hunting vampires while you pretended to be a victim of the situation, when you weren't kissing the teddy bears saying that you had fallen in love.

— I've always been very soft-hearted and you know that. — I poked him. — She was really great, but unfortunately not even a great hunter can resist a shot.

Bobby agreed, shaking his head.

— You two have always been like two daughters that I never had, I have to say that having four children that are not yours is very difficult. — He laughed sarcastically. — I had to see her face when you left home to study psychology. She screamed, cried, I think she was afraid of being alone or jealous that you were brave enough to leave the hunt.

Four? I felt a pang of jealousy, who were these two other girls that Bobby considered his daughters?

— That's just like her. — I gave a painful laugh. —But I got back on track. Let the spirits and werewolves prepare! — I screamed.

We both laughed. I wanted to honor my sister, continue the family thing, and with the help of Bobby who was like family.

— I hope you don't mind. — He said as he parked in front of his house, which must have been a mess. — I have two other people accommodated, hunters too. Try to be kind, they are going through a difficult situation.

—What kind of difficult situation? — I got my backpacks. — Being in this house is already a difficult situation, how long has it been since you cleaned?

—Watch how you talk, young lady. — He took the backpack from my hands. — One of them kind of sold his soul to save the other's life, they're looking for a way to reverse it, and I swear I'm going crazy with them.

— That sounds interesting. — I turned the handle with more force than necessary, as it was super dirty and rusty.

I entered the house where I spent many good times with my sister, messy as always, but at least it wasn't smelly.

— I'm going to clean this place up. — I commented. —And where are the two visitors?

— They must have left, anyway, feel free to clean up, just don't touch the magazines under my bed.

I frowned, it was disgusting to think that he saw naked women.

— How disgusting! — I let out a shrill laugh. — If I'm going to spend time here, I better organize some things.

I settled in one of Bobby's forgotten rooms that were full of boxes and rubble, lucky for me that I had gotten there early. It took me a whole morning and most of the afternoon with Bobby to tidy up the room and get the dust out of that house. Cleaning the disgusting bathroom that was full of hair in the drain and expensive hair products.

At the end of the day, I was sitting on the couch painting my nails while Bobby watched the football game to hide his concern.

— What do you think of a pizza?

— I think it would be a good idea, my boys will be home soon and hungry. — He took a sip of beer.

— Your boys? — She said intrigued. — Don't tell me you hired…

-No! Obviously not! — He was so stressed that, if he wanted, he took the trouble to make a joke. — Order two, please.

I got up from the couch, leaving the red nail polish on the coffee table and picked up the phone, dialed the number of the pizzeria and walked around the house while ordering a cheese pizza and another Margherita. Being in the hallway, I heard voices coming from the room. For some reason, my heart seemed to be beating faster at one of the familiar voices.

I walked into the living room again, looking at my toenails, which were super smudged red.

— The pizza is about to arrive and I don't drink beer, so I'll buy some juice… — I looked up.

A man in a leather jacket was sitting on the couch messing with my nail polish.

-Goodnight. — He said gently. — You must be one of Bobby's boys. — I tried to say that without laughing.

The man raised his green eyes to see me and smiled, putting down his nail polish.

-Goodnight. — He gave a sideways smile. — Look, when you say it like that, it sounds weird, but what about you? Is that his girlfriend? I didn't know he was into that attitude.

I laughed and sat down next to him.

-No! — She said a little offended, but with a smile on her face. - Bobby is like a father to me, I'm just spending time here.

— Well, there are two of us, yes. — He got a little closer. — I'm Dean and wow, how lucky am I…

I turned my face away, choked on my words when I saw Sam there, standing there with a beer in his hand.

—Sam? — I got up.

—Letty! — He said excitedly. — But what… Are you and Bobby?

-No! — Bobby responded quickly, then taking a deep breath. — She is the daughter of some friends of mine, practically the same as you. Where do you two know each other from?

-Faculty. — We repeat in unison.

— Ah, so this is Letty… — Dean murmured. — Sam talks about you a lot, annoyingly.

I laughed, as if I was unable to understand anything. But I soon remembered what Bobby had told me when I arrived.

— Who was it… Sam, did you make a pact for Dean? Or was it the other way around? — I asked, taking a step closer to Sam.

— That's a long story for later! — Dean coughed, pretending to be melancholy. —Was she your college crush?

Sam laughed, shaking his head and said:

— Kind of yes, kind of no.

I opened my eyes wide, OK, that had taken me by surprise. But I cleared my throat, changing the subject.

— I'm really happy to see you again, Sam, and I'm really happy to meet you Dean. Sam loved talking bad about you. — I joked. — And I ordered pizza.

In addition to being happy, I was nervous. Sam or Dean had their souls at stake, and it was making me anxious.

— Bobby, how many children were you a father figure? — Dean said, getting up and grabbing a beer.

— Only four. Bobby laughed. — So, what did you find out today?

As he and Dean talked, my eyes were glued to this man who looked more like a double-door refrigerator. It was almost magical how handsome he was, how tall he was and how his hair was so well taken care of.

—So, what are you doing here? — He asked, approaching, I took a step back.

— I came to spend time with Bobby, help him with some cases.

— But you don't even like hunting. — Sam commented, taking another step closer. — And it’s dangerous

— The world is a danger in itself. So which of the two handsome guys died?

— Topic for later. — He pinched my nose. — And your sister? Didn't she come along?

— She… — I sighed and laughed. — He's traveling. — I lied, I didn't want him to feel sorry, he already looked bad enough.

— Crazy in both terms, Bobby as he is known. - He laughed, tucking his hair behind his ear.

— I think this proves that we are connected by something bigger. — I poked.

We heard the noise at the door. The pizza. I signaled with my eyes for him to excuse me and went to the door, I started to feel a sharp pain in my head. The voices in the room stopped, and a silence fell. I tried to open the doors with shaking hands, and when I managed to do so, I fell forward, in front of feet wearing pink boots. I looked up and saw myself there, literally, my ten-year-old self, with a sad face, wearing a pink dress and with both scraped knees. He held a strangely familiar necklace.

— Don't trust her, don't let him trust her. — Mine, I started repeating it several times. And then it stopped. — You have to protect him. She comes to get him.

She dropped the necklace to the floor, the pendant being a piece of stone shaped into the shape of an S but stained with blood. As she walked away, but without taking her eyes off me, I clutched my chest, it felt like my heart was trying to get out of my chest. My whole body started to feel cold, I screamed in panic and pain, but it seemed like no one could hear me. I closed my eyes and tried to take a deep breath and get up from the floor, but the pain in my chest and head was leaving me paralyzed.

— Letty, is everything okay?

At that moment, I couldn't distinguish which voice it was. But the moment I opened my eyes, all the pain was gone, I was in the living room, lying on the couch, with three men looking at me worriedly. I didn't feel any pain.

-Yes I am well. — I got up quickly by reflex. — Has the pizza arrived yet? — I asked bewildered.

Sam's strong hand placed me on the couch again.

— Look, you might have hit your head, or something. — Dean said, putting ice on my head. — I was lying in front of the door when we saw you.

— I didn't hit my head. — I took the ice out of my head. — It was a silly faint, I haven't been eating properly.

Sam laughed a little irritated, he hated it when he laughed in that superior and worried way. And I smiled at him, very genuinely.

— Fainting is never a silly thing! —Bobby and Sam said at the same time.

I got up again, I wanted to say what had happened, but I was embarrassed. So I simply said:

— It must be the contraceptive I'm taking, it's driving my body crazy! — I laugh nervously.

The three were silent. I walked to the kitchen with the pizza on the table. I tried to avoid them, trying to absorb what had just happened, the reason for that vision, the necklace. And of course the necklace represented Sam. But why? I thought it ended a few years ago, but no, apparently being the weird person who has visions is my charm. I took a deep breath, leaning on the sink counter.

I looked at the door. Sam was looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

— I must have scared the delivery man. How long did I pass out? — I sat down trying to look normal.

— About ten minutes. — Sam replied, placing his hand on my forehead. — You should change contraceptives. And after all, why do you take it? You are in no danger of getting pregnant anyway.

I laughed and closed my eyes.

— Haven't I? — I provoked. — And I take it so I don't have to go through the unbearable pain of my colic. — He said dramatically.

— We both know you'll stay a virgin until you die.

It will be? — I raised my eyebrows.

— Terrible liar.

— Terrible… — I rolled my eyes. — I lost my touch.

He looked at me sideways with concern.

—Stop looking at me like that, you weirdo.

— You're the weird one here.

— You are more. — I got up, going to get a glass.

I was surprised with a strong hug. He placed his face in my neck and sniffled as if he missed my scent. I could have done the same if he wasn't so tall and my face wasn't so comfortable on his chest.

[impala-dreamer]

Danger In The Mist

A Supernatural Story from The Kingdom of Moondoor

~ As the fair Princess Y/N races through the woods, running for her life from the evil monster, Margraw the Horrid, she fears that all is lost. Is there anyone who can save her? Will some brave knight come to her aide?!~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

2,400 Words

Warnings: Action, Fluff, Romance, Comedy. 

A/N: Set in the world of Moondoor... A request from a patron and the "hey, you made need to bite on this" square for my @jacklesversebingo Bingo Card. Hope you all enjoy! I must say, I really enjoyed writing this and the voice I found is a lot of fun.

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A light mist kissed her cheeks as she raced through the woods. Her slippered feet ached with every step as rocks rose up to meet the silken soles of her feet. Her arms were stinging, scrapped by the rough hands of wayward branches and brambles. Out of breath and filled with fear, she stumbled from tree to tree, clawing at the sturdy bark for a moment of support before taking off once more.

She ran until her lungs burned.

Thinking herself safe, Princess Y/N paused aside a large rock formation. Her wind-blown hair created a pillow against the mossy stone and she breathed deeply, slowly. Her heart was pounding and her ears rang, but she listened closely to the forest.

To her left, birds chirped, signaling to others a warning of the approaching storm. Wings flapped against the graying sky as they filled the canopy with urgent alarm. On her right, twigs snapped under the hooves of deer and delicate leaves crumbled in their mouths. All around, wind passed through the greenery and Y/N held her breath, searching blindly for the one sound she absolutely needed to hear. All was still. She was surrounded by quiet.

A few moments later, heavy footfalls broke through the mote of silence and entered her perception. She gasped as the thing approached, stalking at a quick pace that she knew she could no longer keep up with or out run.

It was over.

She would soon be captured, taken away and shoved back into the dank, cold tower at Dunshire Castle to await her terrible fate. She exhaled and a hot tear trekked down her flushed cheek, mixing with the cool drizzle as it settled upon her skin.

“Come out, Princess!” The monster yelled as he sniffed the air like a dog. “I know that you are near. I can smell your sweet scent!”

A howling roar erupted from its maw and Y/N shivered. In her mind’s eye she could see the terrible creature clearly - a giant, thick body covered in the harsh gray fur of a wolf, fangs like a venomous snake that curved beyond its jaw, digging into his chapped lip. His piercing eyes like glowing rubies, seething with dark magic. The stank of him struck her senses and Y/N tried not to wretch.

She wanted to run but her body was weak. She wanted to scream, but she could not allow her voice to betray her location. She needed but a little more time to feel the dying sun on her face, to inhale the fresh air, to feel the soft ground beneath her feet before she was snatched back to the hell of the towering prison. She would not be taken so soon!

Another roar made her jump. It was closer this time and Y/N’s skin crawled. She had to run. She had to try.

She took a breath and then a step, moving away from the safety of the overhanging rock.

The moment she was free, a giant hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, yanking her backwards with ghastly power.

She screamed and the winged flock above scrambled to fly away from the echoing noise.

“Please! Help me!”

Y/N steeled herself for a blow that never came. As she took one final look at the forest, saying goodbye to the deer and the yapping birds, a strapping figure appeared a few yards away. The man was tall and handsome, with cropped brown hair that stood up a bit at the crown. His lips were full and pink, and his eyes matched the surrounding forest. He wore tights and a simple shirt of russet orange with silver chainmail covering his broad shoulders and chest.

“Unhand her, you fiend!”

The man’s deep, booming voice shook the trees and wrapped around Y/N with all the comfort of a heavy woolen shawl. She was saved. She was safe. She’d soon be free.

The monster pushed Y/N aside and she fell into the grass, watching as the war for her freedom began.

“How dare you,” the thing spat. “Do you have any idea who I am!”

“No introduction is needed, Margraw the Horrid! Though, I would like you to say hello to my little friend.” The man smirked and drew his longsword from its sheath. The metal gleamed in the dimming light and the crest of the mighty House of Winchester shone brightly upon the hilt.

Margraw hissed. “Winchester!”

Dean smiled proudly and turned the sword in his hand. “The one and only.”

A cackle left the beast’s lips. “Indeed. E’er since I slaughtered your baby brother those many moons ago. He truly was a delicious feast.” Margraw licked his hairy chops and stared the knight down. “I wonder if you’ll taste the same or if I’ll have to boil you with mead to enhance the flavor.”

Dean’s upper lip curled into a sneer and he raised his sword high. “Sorry to break it to you, Margraw, but I am the tastiest snack you’ll never have!”

Y/N was taken by the handsomeness of the brave knight and the way he bit back with his words. It was as if he were cutting Margraw down before even swinging his blade. Her heart raced once again, but she knew from the building heat betwixt her thighs that it was no longer from fear.

“You’re cocky, Winchester,” Margraw hissed.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Dean replied with a wink towards the Princess. “Now, just hand over the girl and we can all be on our way.”

Margraw laughed viciously. “The Princess is mine. Her father signed her life over to me before she was even born. I am her destiny.”

Y/N cringed, shuddering on the cold ground.

Dean looked at her, brows creased in curiosity. “Is this true, m’lady?”

When their eyes met, Y/N swooned and the forest grew light around him as if the world were highlighting his chiseled frame.

“Sadly, yes, sir, but-”

A fresh tear fell and the knight nodded in understanding.

“Fear not, Princess,” he said boldly. “You shall not be dinner for this monster tonight.” He took a step forward, sword ready for a fight. “But perhaps you can be my desert.”

He winked once again and Y/N’s stomach flipped. Her right hand reached for her heaving breast and she watched in awe as Dean, brave knight of the House of Winchester, defended her honor against the dreaded beast, Margraw the Horrid.

The fight was fast and fierce. Dean dodged blows from Margraw’s massive paws and jabbed with his trusted blade. The beast moved slower but with much force, continually blocking Dean’s attacks and sending the knight toppling over his own feet.

Y/N viewed the malay with a hand clutched over her heart, praying to the forest gods that all would be well. When Dean cried out in pain, she nearly lost all hope. He fell to one knee and held his leg as blood leaked from his thigh. He’d been struck by Margraw’s poisoned claws and fire seeped into his veins.

“Dean!” Y/N cried, her voice saturated with grim pain. “No!”

Green eyes swept lovingly over her face and Dean found the strength to carry on. With one swift motion, he stood and swung his arm, deftly delivering a final, deadly blow to Margraw. The monster fell with a sickening howl and the forest was still once more.

Finally free, Y/N scrambled to her feet and swept the dirt from her skirts. She took a deep breath and walked toward the corpse, looking down at the empty eyes of her captor.

She spat in his ugly face. “You shall never again haunt my nightmares, you beast!”

Satisfied and at peace, Y/N closed her eyes for a brief moment and let the cool mist wash her past away.

Behind her, Dean collapsed. His longsword fell to the ground, coming to lay beside his bloodied body. He gasped as a rock dug into his broken rib and Y/N spun around, rushing to his side.

“Dean!”

Down to her knees she fell and Y/N looked him over, her eyes heavy with worry.

He looked up and managed a smile even as the monster’s poison worked its painful magic, pulsing through his bloodstream.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Her cheeks flushed but there was no time to attend to her blossoming need. “You’re hurt,” she said, hands hovering over the wound in his meaty thigh.

“No big deal,” he joked, holding back a harsh cough. “I’ve had worse.”

Carefully, she examined his leg and saw the purple streaks expand across his freckled skin as the poison moved about.

She shook her head. “No. Margraw’s claws are tainted with the Poison of Aragrog- enough to kill an army of thousands. We must draw it out before it takes your heart.”

Dean tried to sit up, but he faltered and landed on his elbows, his long legs stretched out before him. “I don’t think it can,” he teased.

“And why not?”

“Because, my heart has already been taken,” he whispered, “by you.”

Y/N’s bosom swelled and her mouth dried, demanding a drink from his lips. “You are quite smooth, Sir Knight, and I do owe you my life. Will you not allow me to attempt now to save yours?”

Dean sighed and then twitched as pain spread up his side. “Do what you must.”

Quickly, Y/N grabbed hold of her innermost skirt and ripped a long strip of the airy fabric free. She looped the frayed white hem around his upper thigh and then reached for a fallen branch. She twisted the thin bit of wood into the fabric and prepared to tighten the tourniquet.

Dean watched with wide, nervous eyes as she worked.

“That’s not gonna hurt, is it?” he asked timidly.

Y/N smiled as kindly as she could. “It will,” she answered truthfully. “But I need to stop the poison from spreading any further whilst I prepare a healing salve. I believe I spied a patch of yarrow over yonder.”

Dean’s expression was worrisome. Hesitation creased with suffering. She took pity and snapped the tip of the twisting branch off, handing it to him.

“Here,” she told him, “you may need something to bite on.”

As her hand lifted the bark to his lips, Dean snatched her wrist and tugged, yanking the Princess down into his arms. He kissed her sweet lips and nestled a hand against the small of her back. She meant to cry out, to protest his rash decision, but the pressure of his mouth upon hers, the feel of his fingers splaying across her back, the taste of his tongue all conspired to wipe the worry from her mind. She melted into him and kissed him back, hoping beyond hope that he would be saved from the poison so that she might be granted a thousand more kisses just like this one.

While she prayed, Dean wrapped his arms tight around her and rolled with her, claiming the top space and pressing her soft body into the earth. He dipped his tongue into her mouth as he bunched up the mass of skirts covering her sex. He pressed his knee into her heat and she moaned loudly into his mouth.

“Thou art quite the kisser, Sir Winchester…”

Dean grinned and flexed his thigh, pushing against her pussy again. “Ya know, I’m kinda loving you calling me Sir, Y/N/N.”

She grabbed at the rough collar of his shirt. “That’s Princess, to you, peasant.” She tugged and he fell back to kissing her, captivated by the pull of her mouth and the heat of her writhing body.

Sneaking a hand between them, Y/N reached for his cock and rubbed her palm over it. He shivered and bucked his hips, helping her along.

“Fuck, I wanna fuck you right here,” he growled, lips dragging over the shell of her ear.

Y/N closed her eyes and spread her legs wider, lifting them to wrap around his trim waist. “You should…”

He let out a sexy huff that made her nipples tingle and her pussy leak. She licked at his mouth and lightly squeezed his sack.

“Now you’re askin’ for it,” he laughed.

“Yeah, I literally just asked for it.”

He nibbled at her throat. “Well, I’m gonna give it to ya.”

“Are you? You’re taking forever.” She pulsed her hand over the tip of his cock.

“Oh, I am.” He pushed up on his hands, hovering over her.

“Good,” she beamed, “give it to me, big boy.”

“It’s coming-”

“Not before I do,” she warned.

“Never,” he smirked. “You know how I roll.”

“I sure d-”

“Hold!”

A voice cried out and Dean’s head snapped back to look over his shoulder.

Patrick, the IT tech draped in Margraw’s costume and covered in fake fur, stood with arms crossed and a sour expression.

“You two know I’m still here, right?” he asked, eyeing each in turn.

Y/N could feel her cheeks burn and she dropped her legs from Dean’s ass and less than gracefully rolled out from under him.

“Sorry…”

Dean, however, was tickled pink about the whole situation. He laughed and pushed himself up to his feet. He turned to his fellow LARPer and shrugged.

“Maybe if you switch sides and play the hero for once, you could get some too.”

Patrick tapped an annoyed boot and sighed. “There are rules, ya know.”

Dean turned up the charm and threw his arm around the costumed monster. “I know, bud. Why don’t we go back to camp, hit the tavern, and you can tell me all about them.”

Y/N stood back a bit, fixing her skirts and pushing her boobs back into her corset. She watched as her knight in cheap armor and her attacker set off into the misty sunset.

Sure, maybe it was cheesy to some, but fighting a monster that definitely was not going to actually kill you was rather fun. There was plenty to do in the Kingdom of Moondoor, lots of adventure and pageantry, feats of skill and laughter. It was a relaxing weekend away from the real world, and Y/N loved sneaking away to enjoy it. Especially because she always got to go home with the handsome knight when the day was through…

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- masterlist collections -

all of my sloppy fanfics, headcanons and blurbs in one place

key :

🎱 = fluff,

⚠︎ = dark themes,

✮ = angst,

💿 = smut

CWO = currently working on

These works are my own and i do not give permission to repost, share, or rewrite these on other platforms.

masterlists !

FYI: for anybody wondering, no my requests are not strictly these shows/movies or characters, you can request whatever you’d like, these are just guidelines and characters i plan on writing for the most.

OBX

featuring - rafe cameron, jj maybank, john b routledge, pope heyward

SOUTH PARK

featuring - kenny mccormick, stan marsh, eric cartman, kyle broflovski, butters stotch, tweek tweak, craig tucker

BROOKLYN 99

featuring - jake peralta, charles boyle, rosa diaz, amy santiago

DAWSON’S CREEK

featuring - dawson leery, pacey witter, charlie todd, jack mcphee, cj braxton

DAZED AND CONFUSED

featuring - randall ‘pink’ floyd

WHIPLASH

featuring - andrew neiman

ANNE WITH AN E

featuring - gilbert blythe, jerry baynard

BIG HERO SIX

featuring - hiro hamada, tadashi hamada, wasabi, fred

BRIDGERTON

featuring - anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, theo sharpe, simon bassett

CALL OF DUTY

featuring - soap, ghost/simon, konig, price, keagan p russ

CRIMINAL MINDS

featuring - spencer reid, derek morgan, aaron hotchner

ENOLA HOLMES

featuring - sherlock holmes, viscount tewkesbury

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES

featuring - raphael, donatello, mikey, leonardo

SAW

featuring - adam stanheight, daniel matthews

SCREAM

featuring - billy loomis, stu macher, ethan landry

HARRY POTTER/SLYTHERIN BOYS

featuring (harry potter) - george weasley, fred weasley, ron weasley, oliver wood, harry potter, cedric diggory, neville longbottom

featuring (slytherin boys) - mattheo riddle, tom riddle jr, enzo berkshire, theo nott, draco malfoy, regulus black, blaise zabini

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

featuring - hiccup haddock

IT (2017)

featuring - richie tozier, eddie kaspbrak, bill denbrough, stanley uris, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

MARVEL

requests open for all characters!

MAZE RUNNER

featuring - thomas, newt (male + gn only), gally, minho

MID90S

featuring - fuckface, ray, fourth-grade

ON MY BLOCK

featuring - oscar diaz, cesar diaz, latrelle, jamal turner, ruby martinez

PERCY JACKSON

featuring - percy jackson, nico de angelo (male and gn only), jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, grover underwood

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

featuring - arthur morgan, john marston

SCHOOL SPIRITS

featuring - wally clark

SUPERNATURAL

featuring - dean winchester, sam winchester

STAR WARS

featuring - anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, din djarin

SHAMELESS

featuring - carl gallagher, lip gallagher, ian gallagher x mickey milkovich

TEEN WOLF

featuring - stiles stilinski, scott mccall, derek hale

THIRTEEN

featuring - mason freeland

TOTAL DRAMA

featuring - duncan, alejandro

WOLFBLOOD

featuring - rhydian morris

XMEN

requests open for all characters!

BALDURS GATE 3

featuring - astarion, shadowheart, halsin, gale, lae’zel, wyll

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🗂️ wip tag game! 🗂️

make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have WIPs. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

ruby's note: thank you my beautiful kaykay @wwooyology for the tag <3 as much as i adore my current fic ideas/wip, I can't guarantee when or if these would be released because i'm obv a slow writer and writers block often get my ass, and lastly, my hyperfixation is terrible (adhd things). motivation plays a huge role too. but I do hope that these drafts would be released before the day I decide to retire from writing :3 also you are welcome to ask about any of my wip! I love yapping about my fic ideas to someone (mama aj is my victim most of the time)

WIP LIST

HYUNG LINE

one shot fics: 1-800-hot-and-fun - (reverse harem/poly, camgirl!reader) lost in the heat - (older alpha!hyung line x omega!reader; one shot, reverse harem/poly, 5 years age gap) bloody prey - (ghostface!hyung line who are also vampires, human!reader, psycho killers, yanderes) series: sector 1: the outbreak - (inspired by resident evil, dystopia-ish, horror, apocalypse, fantasy-ish element, morally grey characters, federal agents, mercenaries, and more, reverse harem) twisted games - (mafia princes!hyung line series; different tropes w reader - ex-lovers, arranged marriage element, ex-childhood best friends, fiancé’s brother, reverse harem) gods and monsters - (supernatural villains!hyung line x hunter!reader, inspired by lad otome game, hyung line characters inspired by lad male leads, reverse harem) game on, players - (ice hockey players!hyung line, reverse harem)

HEESEUNG

one shot fics: i wish i hated you - (ex-lovers to strangers to lovers, fake dating, angst) 2 hands - (f1racer!heeseung x popstar!reader, long distance relationship kinda but they’re on a break, angst) my undercover lover - (hitman!heeseung x sweet girlfriend!reader, soft love kinda, angst) hush - (older brother’s best friend, one-sided love-ish, light angst) sweetheart - (dad’s best friend, heeseung is 39 and reader is 21, soft love) you're losing me - (arranged marriage, husband!heeseung, heavy angst)

JAY

one shot fics: call it what you want - (older sugar daddy!jay; strangers to lovers, 12 years age gap, jay’s a huge simp and a loverboy) close to you - (underground fighter!jay x highschool teacher!reader, single dad!jay, 5 years age gap, angst) better man - (hitman!jay, ex-lovers to strangers to lovers, secret child trope, angst) into you - (bodyguard!jay x mafia princess!reader, strangers to lovers, grumpy x sunshine)

JAKE

one shot fics: hopelessly yours - (ice hockey player!jake x ice hockey player!reader; rivals-enemies to lovers, next-door neighbours, angst) supernatural - (husband!jake, arranged marriage but they get along well, soft love, fluffs, green flag jake) dangerous woman (hitman!jake x agent!reader, golden retriever x black cat, jake is a huge simp for grumpy-nonchalant reader)

SUNGHOON

one shot fics: right where you left me - (hitman!sunghoon; ex lovers to strangers to lovers, angst) down bad - (best friend’s older brother!sunghoon, cold grumpy x wild sunshine, angst)

JUNGWON

one shot fics: stuck with you - (best friends to lovers, unrequited love kinda) babydoll - (street racer!jungwon x shy good girl!reader, semi-college au)

MAKNAE LIKE

series: devil’s knights’ game - (spinoff, poly/reverse harem)

OT7

series: the heirs - (ootg revamped) eternal curse - (revamped)

tagging: anyone who wants to join <3

[imthedr3amer]

📖 Fic share: SPN, Wincest, Explicit ❤️‍🔥

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ruby (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Castiel (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Uriel (Supernatural), Alastair (Supernatural)

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Season/Series 04, Jealous Dean, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Bottom Dean Winchester/Top Sam Winchester, Angst, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent, Post-Hell, Dean Has Self-Worth Issues, Sam Winchester on Demon Blood, Relationship Issues, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending [Extra tags by me: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex]

Language: English

Collections: Wincest Big Bang 2017

Stats: Published: 2017-11-01 Words: 34,162

Reckless In Love

by PaperAnn

Summary: When Dean fought his way through the soil to an Earth he never thought he’d see again, he didn’t care how he escaped Hell. The only thing on his mind was seeing Sammy. It turned out to be harder than he thought, but with the aid of Bobby they found him: post-party, having a fuckin’ blast with some half-naked chick in a motel room.

It was almost a punch to the gut when she asked the million dollar question—“if they were together” and Sam couldn’t say “they’re brothers” fast enough. Of friggin course, they never flaunted ‘it’, but Sam was acting cagey. Like he genuinely meant it.

Dean knew damn well his brains hadn’t scrambled. He knew he hadn’t imagined Sam’s urgent confession the moment his one-year-left Crossroad’s Contract was revealed. And…his own astonishment, upon discovery, because Dean felt the same way.

If there was helluva way to go out? God, it’d be that year—every day (every second) was lived with passion, freedom and without regret. But most important: they lived fearlessly with each other.

Had Sam's mind changed after Dean died? Was he humoring the last wishes of a dying man?

Either way, if Sam didn't feel the same anymore…maybe Dean should have stayed in the pit.

[Don't forget to toss a kudos and a comment to the author, who is also here on Tumblr as @paperannxo. 🫶]

[sleep-0-deprived]

Hello! I have one interesting idea for you 🐱

How about if Sebastian Michaelis is in love with the music and astrology teacher who comes to teach Ciel (he is kind, but not stupid. He himself realized that Sebastian is not a human). ->

One rainy evening, Y/N and Sebastian are making cookies or something sweet for the others, it could be something like a fluff (sfw) . Cute ~

If you don't like the idea, then skip it! I wish all the best!o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Written in the stars

Sebastian Michaelis x male astrologist/music teacher reader.

Sfw/fluff

I hope you like it this is my first time doing something like this

As a music teacher for the nobles you knew a few things you knew the gossip the idle chat and you knew what was meant to be, you knew all these things after all they are written in the stars all things considered you knew that there were other things out there supernatural “things” I mean you were never the naive type but you had never met any supernatural being well that was until you went to the phantomhive resident, you were there to give music instructions to the young earl as you arrived something felt off but you ignored it as you were soon greeted by a man you assumed was the butler “ welcome to the phantomhive residence sir L/n” the black haired male spoke with his signature closed eye smile “glad you could have me” I spoke trying to be as polite as I could “but of course you are the best music teacher around” the man spoke showing his red eyes, as soon as I seen his ruby red eyes I knew that he was in fact not a human and by the look on his face he knew that I seen through his secret “well look at the Time we must not dwell around you have lessons with my young master after all” the demon spoke “indeed I do” the demon soon turned around and showed me to the earl, once we arrived to the arts room I was greeted by a Ciel holding a violin “shall we get started I spoke” “we shall” ciel spoke while y/n was teaching Ciel how to play the violin Sebastian was checking the shorter male out looking at him in aw as the male played the violin Sebastian felt entranced by the humans beauty but more than that his talent and before he knew it the lessons where over “you have gotten better” I spoke “indeed I have” Ciel spoke feeling proud of himself, right as I was about to leave I heard Ciel say “would you like to stay for tea and cookies?” It took a second for me to process “I don’t see why not I have nothing else on my schedule” as I said that I could have sworn I seen Sebastian smile widely “well then I should go get started on it right away my lord”

“Yes they are”

Sebastian spoke “I can help if you would like after all my family has a lot of bakers” “that would be great” ciel said making it obvious he just has a sweet tooth, as me and Sebastian start to walk towards the kitchen he speaks “what type of cookies would you like to make?” “Hmm how about f/c they are really good for rainy days and everyone will love them” “that sounds like a lovely idea” “thank you” you gave him a smile and walked into the kitchen leaving the demon a blushing mess as you start to look around grabbing ingredient and setting them down on the table you try to get the flour off the top shelf when suddenly you hear “do you need some help” “that would be really nice” you say blushing with embarrassment, you and Sebastian get started on making the cookies “so do you have a partner?” The demon asks trying to break the silence “no, no I do not” I say thinking about Sebastian “oh well would you like to go out on a date with me then” the black haired male asked “I would really like that” right as I finished my sentence the timer for the cookies ringed “well looks like they are done” Sebastian said “yep!” I said enthusiastically, sebastian and I took the cookies too the dinning room where I see three clumsy people breaking things and a annoyed looking Ciel “cookies?” I said trying to lighten the mood, after Ciel took a few cookies I was soon attacked by three people who I found out where called finny, mey rin, and bardroy they all started to ask for a cookie so I caved in and the next thing I know they where all gone “I saved you one” I said to Sebastian as I handed him a cookie “thank you” he said smiling I looked at the time it was 8:23 and it was getting dark “thank you for having me” I spoke as I walked out to my carriage, on my way out sebastian stopped me “don’t forget about our dinner” he whispered in my ear giving me a closed eye smile “I won’t” I replied smiling ear to ear

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Characters I Write For

Please message me with any ideas/requests! I need ideas(short fics or series)

Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

Character/Actor List

Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

JJ

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Dina Fox

Cheyenne Lee

Bo Thompson

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

MCU, Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More

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Trusting her - Ruby

Ruby x fem!reader

Turning to trust a demon is hard, but you take the risk anyway not wanting to chance your brothers being in actual danger.

Word count ; 1,883

“Stay here, research,” he’d said, handing you a pile of lore books. “We’ll call if we need backup.”

“Translation,” you’d muttered under your breath, “‘Stay out of danger, kid.’”

Being the youngest Winchester had its perks, but moments like this reminded you how much your brothers still saw you as someone to protect, not as an equal. So, you threw yourself into research, trying to make sense of the fragmented clues they’d left you with.

It was late—maybe past midnight—when the room’s atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavy, electric, and the hairs on your arms stood up. You reached instinctively for the knife tucked into your boot.

“Relax, sweetheart.”

The voice sent a chill down your spine. You turned to see her standing in the doorway, arms crossed and smirking. Ruby.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you snapped, gripping the knife tighter.

Ruby raised her hands in mock surrender, the smirk never faltering. “Nice to see you too.” She strolled into the room, her boots clicking against the cold floor. “Before you stab me, maybe hear me out?”

You didn’t lower the knife. “Why should I? You’re a demon. I don’t care how many times you try to help us, that’s who you are”

Ruby’s smirk faltered for a split second, her eyes flickering with something you couldn’t place—regret, maybe? Then it was gone, replaced by her usual confidence.

“Look,” she said, leaning casually against the table, “I’m not here to rehash old mistakes. I’m here because your brothers are walking into a trap.”

Your grip on the knife tightened. “What kind of trap?”

“A nasty one.” Ruby glanced at the open books on the table. “That ritual they’re chasing? It’s bait. The demon behind it is way stronger than they think. If they go in blind, they’re not walking out.”

You stared at her, heart pounding. Ruby wasn’t exactly known for her honesty, but the idea of Dean and Sam in over their heads wasn’t hard to believe.

“And you’re telling me this out of the goodness of your heart?” you asked, skeptical.

Ruby tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “Maybe I just don’t want to see you crying over their corpses.”

You glared at her, but her words struck a nerve. Dean and Sam were reckless, especially when it came to saving people. They’d run straight into hellfire if it meant doing the right thing.

“Okay,” you said cautiously, “let’s say I believe you. What do you want from me?”

“Your trust,” Ruby said simply, stepping closer. Her voice softened, almost pleading. “Just this once. Let me help you save them.”

You hesitated, torn between instinct and logic. Trusting Ruby was like playing Russian roulette with a loaded gun. But if she was telling the truth, you couldn’t risk ignoring her.

“Fine,” you said through gritted teeth, lowering the knife. “But if you’re lying—”

“I’m not,” Ruby interrupted, her smirk returning. “Now grab your gear, sweetheart. We’ve got brothers to save.”

The drive was tense. Ruby had insisted on taking her car, a sleek black sedan that reeked of sulfur. You sat in the passenger seat, gripping your gun and trying to ignore her smug expression.

“So,” she said after a while, breaking the silence, “how does it feel being the sane one in the family?”

“Excuse me?”

“Dean’s got a death wish, Sam’s… well, Sam, and you’re stuck trying to hold everything together. Must get exhausting.”

You glared at her. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

Ruby laughed, low and soft. “Touchy. But hey, I get it. You’re the glue. Without you, they’d fall apart.”

Her words hit closer to home than you liked. You turned to stare out the window, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response.

When you arrived at the abandoned warehouse, Ruby’s warnings proved accurate. Demonic sigils lined the walls, glowing faintly with malevolent energy.

“This is bad,” you muttered, tightening your grip on the knife.

Ruby nodded, her expression unusually serious. “The demon running this show? She’s old-school. Likes to toy with her victims before ripping them apart. If your brothers are inside, we’ll need to move fast.”

You exchanged a wary glance with Ruby, then crept inside. The air was thick with sulfur, and the faint sound of Dean’s voice reached your ears.

“—don’t care who you are. Come and get me, bitch!”

Typical Dean.

You and Ruby moved quickly, taking out a handful of lower-level demons guarding the main room. Although getting hurt while fighting one of them you pushed through to get to Dean and Sam. When you burst through the doors, you saw Dean and Sam pinned to the walls by invisible forces, blood dripping from their faces.

Dean’s eyes widened when he’d seen you. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Saving your ass,” you snapped, throwing a knife at the demon holding them captive. The blade hit its mark, and the demon let out a guttural scream before collapsing.

Ruby darted forward, taking out the remaining demons with ruthless efficiency.

When the dust settled, Dean and Sam stumbled toward you, their expressions a mix of relief and confusion.

“Ruby?” Sam asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Long story,” you said quickly, glaring at Ruby. “One I’m not in the mood to explain right now.”

Ruby smirked, wiping demon blood off her blade. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Dean turned to you, his jaw tight. “We’re going to have a very long talk about this later.”

You sighed, exhaustion creeping in. “Yeah, well, maybe wait until we’re not standing in a demon-infested hellhole.”

As the four of you made your way back to the car, you couldn’t help but glance at Ruby. For all her flaws—and there were plenty—she’d kept her word.

Maybe, just maybe, you could trust her.

The drive back to the motel was tense. Dean and Sam sat up front, whispering heatedly about Ruby while you leaned against the window in the backseat, cradling your arm. One of the demons had gotten a lucky hit with a jagged blade, leaving a deep gash along your upper arm. You’d patched it as best you could in the car, but the blood was soaking through the makeshift bandage, and the pain was making you dizzy.

“You good back there?” Dean asked, glancing at you in the rearview mirror.

“Peachy,” you muttered, wincing as you pressed your hand against the wound.

Dean scowled. “This is exactly why I told you to stay behind.”

“Yeah, well, you’re welcome for saving your ass,” you shot back, though the exhaustion in your voice softened the retort.

“Both of you, knock it off,” Sam interjected. “Let’s just get back to the motel.”

Ruby, who had been unnervingly quiet since the fight, spoke up from the passenger seat. “She needs stitches.”

“No kidding,” Dean snapped. “We’ll handle it.”

Ruby turned to glare at him. “With what? A bottle of whiskey and some dental floss? You’ve got nothing. Let me help.”

Dean slammed his hand against the steering wheel. “Not happening.”

“Guys,” you cut in weakly, your vision starting to blur, “can we argue about this later?”

By the time you reached the motel, you were barely holding it together. Ruby helped you out of the car before either of your brothers could protest, her arm steadying you as you stumbled.

“She’s fine,” Dean growled, moving to intercept her.

“She’s not,” Ruby snapped back, her tone sharp. “Let me do this, or you can watch her bleed out while you argue about it.”

Dean hesitated, torn between his distrust of Ruby and the reality of your condition. Finally, Sam stepped in. “Dean, let her. She knows what she’s doing.”

Dean muttered a string of curses under his breath but didn’t stop Ruby as she guided you to her room.

Ruby’s motel room was surprisingly clean, though the faint scent of sulfur lingered in the air. She sat you on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of you, pulling out a small black bag from under the nightstand.

“Always prepared, huh?” you mumbled, your voice shaky.

Ruby glanced up at you, her lips twitching into a faint smile. “Occupational hazard.”

She pulled out a needle and thread, along with a vial of some dark, viscous liquid.

“That better not be demon blood,” you said, eyeing the vial warily.

“It’s not,” she assured you. “It’s a healing salve. Won’t make you feel great, but it’ll stop the infection and speed things up.”

You nodded, too tired to argue. Ruby worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning the wound and stitching it up with surprising gentleness. Her hands were steady, her touch surprisingly soft for someone who’d spent centuries as a demon.

“You’re good at this,” you muttered.

“I’ve had practice,” she replied, tying off the last stitch. Her voice was quiet, almost vulnerable. “Comes with the territory.”

When she was finished, she sat back on her heels and looked up at you, her dark eyes searching your face.

“You’re lucky,” she said softly. “Another inch, and that blade would’ve hit an artery.”

“Guess I have you to thank for that,” you said, offering her a weak smile.

Ruby’s lips quirked into a smirk, but there was something different about it this time—less cocky, more genuine. “Don’t get used to it.”

You laughed softly, then winced as the movement tugged at your stitches.

“Careful,” Ruby said, her voice low. She reached up to brush a strand of hair out of your face, her touch lingering. “You’re not invincible, you know.”

“Neither are you,” you shot back, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ruby’s gaze flickered to your lips, and for a moment, the air between you seemed to still. You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly her lips were on yours, soft yet insistent, and you felt yourself leaning into her, forgetting the pain, the blood, the tension with your brothers.

Her hands cupped your face as the kiss deepened, her touch surprisingly warm. You’d expected her to feel cold, like the darkness she carried, but there was a heat to her, a fire that made your heart race.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily. Ruby’s eyes searched yours, her smirk returning. “Well, that’s one way to say thank you.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Ruby chuckled, brushing her thumb across your cheek. “Too late.”

Before either of you could say anything else, there was a loud knock at the door.

“You okay in there?” Dean’s voice was sharp, worried.

You sighed, pulling yourself back to reality. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Ruby stood, her smirk firmly in place as she glanced toward the door. “Guess the fun’s over.”

“For now,” you muttered, giving her a pointed look.

She grinned. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As she opened the door and stepped aside to let Dean and Sam in, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of gratitude—and maybe something more—for the demon who’d saved your life.

[untilpr0ven]

Post Introduction!

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About Me

• I am transgender and Omnisexual !

• I go by Rory, and my pronouns are he/him !

• My age will not be disclosed !

• I am Hellenistic !

• I am NEW to writing, so be easy with me when it comes to requests !

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About my Posts

• Right now I will only write for Supernatural !

• I write oneshots, headcannons, very short fanfiction, answer questions, rate ships, give opinions, etc !

• I will take requests !

• I will probably not be an active poster (I'm sorry 🫣) !

Things I will write

Angst

Fluff

Smut/Lemon (MAYBE)

Hurt/Comfort

Platonic relationships

Romantic relationships

Familial relationships

M4M

F4F

Polyamorous

Rare ships

Things I will not write (non-negotiable)

Inc3st

Abu$e

Ped0philia

M4F (unless platonic)

Cheating

De@th

Dead Dove

Self insert

Any type of proshipping

R@pe

S3xual assault

Characters I will write for

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Adam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Jessica Moore

Bobby Singer

Rufus Turner

Charlie Bradbury

Jody Mills

Claire Novak

Jimmy Novak

Meg Masters

Kevin Tran

Crowley

Rowena

Ellen Harvelle

Jo Harvelle

Jack Kline

Benny Lafitte

Garth Fitzgerald

Gadreel

Characters I will not write for

Lucifer

Ruby

Becky Rosen

Alistair

Azazel

Bela Talbot

Metatron

Gordon Walker

Zachariah

Samuel Campbell

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Cain

Lilith

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Thank you for reading, and I hope you will be kind enough to send in a request! ♡

[samsblades]

ruby girlfriend headcanons

cw : gn!reader, fluff, i'm a freak about her (i'm in love), soft ruby, blood mention, 1.3K words. requested !

summary : she's the cutest and you should kiss her

✶.◟ she is soooo sassy and it’s the cutest and funniest ever

✶.◟ like i think she reallyyyy likes making you laugh and smile because of all those stupid little quips she makes

✶.◟ she pretends to be smug about it probably, but honestly she’s just really pleased with herself that she made you laugh

✶.◟ and genuinely takes note of the kind of things that make you laugh the most at and will recreate similar jokes/bits and check if you still found it funny

✶.◟ because she’s actually a loser!!! suchhh a huge losergirl when she’s in love and it’s genuinely so adorable

✶.◟ because she absolutely will pretend to be all cocky and confident with you

✶.◟ and she definitely just is sometimes, like she’s always smirking if she can make you flustered

✶.◟ but secretly she’s like oh my god they’re so cute and i’m super in love

✶.◟ and if you ask me she’s just a silly! a silly and she really really likes to kiss you so you’d better give her lots and lots of kisses

✶.◟ she will never ever admit it but she’s a sucker for hand holding

✶.◟ kissing is definitely her favorite though, just kiss her everywhere all the time and she’ll be satisfied

✶.◟ she really loves it when you kiss her wrists (and obviously she’ll let you drink her blood from there as well!)

✶.◟ but she really just cannot get enough of the feeling of your lips on hers. she’ll literally kiss you for hours

✶.◟ if it keeps you with her, she’s willing to sacrifice a lot actually, and that does include her blood if you want it too

✶.◟ she’s actually really very observant of you and your habits and your likes and dislikes and personality quirks and pretty much everything

✶.◟ and she’s definitely not loud about that, but it shows if she randomly mentions it or the situations calls for her to remember

✶.◟ she might act sort of tough and matter of fact outwardly sometimes; she doesn’t always talk all that soft or sweet

✶.◟ but she’s pretty gentle with you, using soft hands and lips (that turn a little desperate and hungry at times. lots of times probably lol)

✶.◟ maybe unpopular opinion but i envision her as a puppy girlfriend sometimes

✶.◟ yes she can be frowny and brooding in the corner with her black leather jacket and her arms crossed over her chest

✶.◟ she can be quiet and grumpy like a pretty black cat, but she’s probably brooding in the corner because she’s feeling protective of you

✶.◟ so she’s like an angry puppy growling at whoever threatened you . and then she kills them <33

✶.◟ her love language is probably killing people for you and then kissing bloody about it <3

✶.◟ and like i think she will pout at you when you don’t give her what she wants and then realize and be like >:( no i’m in charge go buy my more french fries

✶.◟ and you’ll totally buy her more french fries but mostly because she’s super adorable when she gets demanding

✶.◟ i also see her getting playful! she teases you and is sort of annoying by dragging you around or joking around in sort of serious situations

✶.◟ just envision walking down the street with her, casually holding her hand and she thinks of something sort of stupid to say

✶.◟ so she stops you by grabbing your intertwined hands with her free one and pulling on you as she leans forward and up to catch your attention

✶.◟ she’s got big eyes, clearly pretending to be innocent, but you see that sparkle of mischief and raise an eyebrow at her

✶.◟ and she’ll just start blabbing about something completely irrelevant and probably unserious and silly just because it’ll both annoy and endear you lol

✶.◟ but when you tug her along, she follows willingly, forgetting that she was also annoying you by stopping you in the middle of your tracks

✶.◟ she just keeps talking because now she’s invested in the topic and because you’re actually listening

✶.◟ you listen to her, and she loves you for it; not too many people are very keen on hearing her out, but you do

✶.◟ so that means she’ll talk to you forever and ever and sometimes she lets too much slip and she wonders if she should stop

✶.◟ but she always decides against it because you have her wrapped around your finger (not that she’d ever admit it)

✶.◟ and that’s fine because that just means you’re even; she definitely has you wrapped around her finger just the same

✶.◟ she definitely does enjoy having some sort of feeling of power over you, even if it’s subtle

✶.◟ like you probably just should tell her that she’s always right and agree with everything she says because why would you even question such a pretty face and cute smile

✶.◟ she actually can be pretty smiley around you hehe. once against she’s actually really adorable and a total dork

✶.◟ request asked what she’d like doing with you and um i think she likes staring at you :)

✶.◟ and as previously mentioned she likes kissing you too like a lot a lot for sure

✶.◟ do not underestimate her cuddlebug potential. but like in the way that she’s trying to get in your skin and live there like the prettiest parasite ever

✶.◟ or she wants you to cuddle her like that; she will let you in don’t worry but if the next best thing is drinking her blood you can do that too

✶.◟ she also likes going on dates where you order french fries with both of your meals and then she eats all of yours <3

✶.◟ she really likes it when you play with her hair but not if she’s about to go out

✶.◟ don’t ruffle her hair though she’ll bite your hand off probably (she’s blushing secretly but she’ll still bite your hand off)

✶.◟ um she’s a biter and she wants you to bite her too. her other love language is biting

✶.◟ and also give her attention and love alllll the time, be the one who tells her that she’s awesome and better than all those sons of bitches!

✶.◟ she knows it already but it’s special when you say it because she loves you

✶.◟ mmm and she loves to compliment you too she’s always calling you pretty or handsome or whatever makes you most flustered

✶.◟ and her hands are cold all of the time so make sure you hold them and rub them to warm them up and put them in your pockets

✶.◟ ugh imagine standing in the cold with her and she’s so chilly (pretend demons feel things idk bro)

✶.◟ and so you spin her around to face you and you tug her close and tuck both of her hands in the pockets of your jackets

✶.◟ and she’s grumpy about it like babe you don’t have to treat me like a baby i’m not five i’m a hundreds of years old demon and former witch >:(

✶.◟ but she actually means don’t stop you should kiss me now

✶.◟ but she also likes to be the one to take care of you and push you around to her liking

✶.◟ puts her sweet little hands on your back to push you across the room or guide you down the hallway

✶.◟ and she’s very protective of you; recall to her killing people for you <3

✶.◟ will absolutely intimidate the waiter or cashier who didn’t give you the exact right order

✶.◟ they asked for extra ketchup >:(

✶.◟ you probably only ordered extra ketchup for her to use on her fries because she uses so damn much to be honest

✶.◟ basically she’s a cutie patootie and you should kiss her a lot for sure

[holyfreaks]

family tree 'verse masterlist - COMPLETED

chronological order:

even if we died tonight, I'd die yours

warnings/tags: underage kissing, pre-canon, forbidden love, religious imagery and symbolism, implied/referenced underage sex, codependency, pov dean winchester

rating: M

words: 1.5k

summary: (It's a home inside of an abandoned house, it's love inside a family that should be wrong but feels so right.)

Dean and Sam. 1999.

still tied to me

warnings/tags: sibling incest, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, forbidden love, shame, past underage, codependency, suicidal thoughts, stanford era, implied/referenced alcohol abuse/alcoholism, blow jobs, bulimia, coitus interruptus, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masturbation

rating: E

words: 1.7k

summary: Dean and Sam are states away from each other but can't stop thinking about the other.

(Neither of them know how much longer they can go on like this.)

making love in our own grave

warnings/tags: sibling incest, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, forbidden love, set during season 1, codependency, pov sam winchester, blow jobs, anal sex, dirty talk, alcohol, top dean/bottom sam, past underage sex

rating: E

words: 3k

summary: He prays, if it's so wrong, then how can it feel so right? How it can it feel like Dean completes him, that Dean is the missing piece of him?

(There's no answer to his prayers. But Dean answers anyways.)

where happiness ends and dies with you

warnings/tags: sibling incest, religious imagery and symbolism, set during season 3, pov dean winchester, marijuana, blow jobs, rimming, anal sex, top sam/bottom dean, orgasm control

rating: E

words: 2k

summary: Dean's not gonna beg for God to save him now.

(Sam saved him a long time ago.)

you were my whole world

warnings/tags: sibling incest, codependency, suicidal thoughts, pov sam winchester, minor ruby/sam, set between s3 and s4, grief/mourning, canonical character death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied/referenced alcohol abuse, demon sex, vaginal sex, demon blood

rating: E

words: 1.3k

summary: Sam is lost to his storm of grief.

(Ruby shows him the way out.)

forgive these bones I'm hiding

warnings/tags: sibling incest, codependency, pov sam winchester, top dean/bottom sam, spit as lube, anal sex, anal fingering, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, set during season 4, self-worth issues, jealousy, minor ruby/sam winchester, alcohol, angry sex, established relationship

rating: E

words: 2.2k

summary: Sam has his brother back.

(Why is everything still so fucked?

Sam prays and Castiel shows.)

I tried to be good, am I no good?

warnings/tags: past rape/noncon, rape aftermath, past torture, aftermath of torture, set during season 7, pov sam winchester, PTSD, trauma from lucifer's cage, implied/referenced self harm, angst, hurt/comfort, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, self-worth issues

rating: M

words: 2k

summary: Maybe it was penance. Maybe it was because he is fundamentally unclean. Maybe it corrupted him beyond repair.

(Dean loves him anyways.)

sweet mourning lamb

warnings/tags: sibling incest, codependency, established relationship, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, sick sam winchester, protective dean winchester, weirdcest, pov sam winchester, pov dean winchester, trauma from lucifer's cage, angst and fluff and hurt/comfort

rating: M

words: 1.9k

summary: The lamb is brought to the slaughter and says thank you, Lord.

(Sam is completing the trials. Dean tries to take care of him.)

hit 'em twice as hard

warnings/tags: sibling incest, religious imagery and symbolism, codependency, set during season 10, mark of cain, blood and violence, possessive dean winchester, rimming, anal sex, bondage, rough sex, dubious consent, PTSD

rating: E

words: 1.4k

summary: Everything about Dean is rougher, calloused. He's still Dean, but the softer parts of him are buried underneath rage and spite.

(Sam is still drawn to him.

Bleeding for love has always kinda been their thing.)

cannot escape his mother's blood

warnings/tags: sibling incest, codependency, set during season 12, established relationship, bottom dean/top sam, porn with plot, alive mary winchester, pov multiple, dirty talk, rimming, blow jobs, anal sex, angst with a happy ending

rating: E

words: 4k

summary: Something is off with her boys. Mary knows it.

(She doesn't know if she wants to know it.)

family tree 'verse tag on my blog

[lovelyiida]

hello! id like to send a light pink letter to iida, and if you do supernatural au's can you write headcanons of vampire! iida x human reader?

YAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!! IM LIVING SO HARD FOR THIS YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND!

WARNINGS: mentions of neck biting, fluff, implied fem reader

MASTERLIST

VAMPIRE IIDA HEADCANNONS WOULD INCLUDE…

• the both of you met by accident.

• you were a tourist visiting the well acclaimed Iida castle. The only vampire castle known in Japan.

• it was known for many people to see the vampires lurking around the castle at night, but those were myths that no one could crack with solid evidence.

• so you decided to venture off to the castle alone, past visiting hours.

You didn’t believe it at first when you entered the large castle. It was a dark night, the moonlit a white haze across the land as it was the only present light within the castle.

The floor creaks as each step you place on the floor echoes loudly through the old castle. Centering more into the castle, you find a room. Turning on your phone flashlight you squint close to the room's door.

The door reads “ALL GUESTS PERMITTED TO NOT ENTER,” in big bold red letters, you grew curious.

What could be behind this door?

A smirk plastered over your lips, “luckily I’m not a guest, I’m a visitor.” Hand reaching out towards the door handle, you jiggle the handle.

It’s unlocked.

Were they that stupid to think no one would come up here and not try to unlock the door? Pushing the door open, you were amazed at the sight before you.

Four coffins laid perfectly against the walls, two on each side. Looking closer you realized they all had names, these were the Iida family coffins!

Amazed you step cautiously towards them, pulling your phone out you snap a couple of photos. Satisfied with your journey, you decided to take it a step further.

You were finally going to film some proof, turning on the record button. You start to film each coffin.

Hand grazing each coffin softly, you couldn’t believe you were here.

You walked around some more until you stopped at one particular coffin. The coffin was dark blue, with gold trim around it and red rubies encrusted beautifully within the trim.

Looking up you read the coffin's name,

TENYA IIDA

You let out a shaky breath, biting your lip you touch the handle of the coffin. If you were going to record proof, it was gonna be some damn good proof.

Taking in a deep breath, you forcefully open the casket. Eyes scanning the casket with excitement, you automatically frown.

“Nothing!” You yelled aloud.

Nothing but cobwebs, and cracked wood. Huffing out a breath you close the casket back, stomping towards the door. Pissed that it’s possible this castle is just some marketing scheme.

Grabbing the handle, you jiggle the handle a little bit noticing that you couldn’t open the door.

Locked? Just great.

“Maybe they did think someone would come in here,” you say letting out a defeated chuckle.

“That they would me me.”

A deep voice spoke in your ear, eyes widening in shock. You turn around only to see a tall figure towering over you.

Skin white as the moonlight, eyes blood red, and hair as dark as the midnight sky.

A vampire!

You let out a shriek, body slamming into the door as you start to yell out pleas. This makes the vampire roll his eyes.

Crouching down to your cowering figure, he grabs your shoulders. Getting closer to your body, you whimper in fear.

The vampire grabs your face forcefully, turning your face to the opposite side of him. Leaving your neck exposed and out in the open.

You feel his cold breath against your neck, sharp teeth begin to graze at your skin, tears well down your face as you say your prayers.

You’ve lived a good life, you thought.

“Tch,”

Eyes shooting to his face, you see him with a smug smirk. “You thought I would bite you? I could never harm a pretty girl like you.”

• not gonna lie, after that you were putty in his hands.

• that same night he let you go, as you promised you would tell anyone of his existence. But it seemed that as much as you tried to fight it, you kept on finding your way back to his castle.

• From simple visits to spending multiple nights over. You were infatuated with the being that Iida was, as he was also infatuated with you.

• Deeply, infatuated.

You started to grow a bond with Iida, a romantic bond at most. You noticed the way he looked at you, so protective. As if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“You could stay here forever…with me.”

The both of you were out in the courtyard, white roses bloomed beautifully as the moonlight danced above them. You look into Iida’s deep amber eyes, a frown present on your lips.

“I could?” You say, Iida grabs ahold of your waist.

His cold hands placed softly on your waist, pulling you close to him. Leaning in he presses a soft kiss against your lips.

Pulling away, he tucks your hair behind your ear. “With a single bite, you’ll become like me, and you’ll be mine forever…if the gods are willing.”

Staring into his eyes, you let out a breath.

“You can bite me, let me become one with you.”