#lc fic

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Ruby and Christina as amicably divorced aunties who are still a bit petty and still a bit in love. George is 15 rolling his eyes when Aunt Ruby strolls into the family function wearing the latest expensive outfit she bought with the divorce money. Christina being petty but low-key turned on. Needless to say, they sleep together after every family gathering.

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lol throw in a holiday season and this is golden.

[raniatsaran]

Ruby x Christina: for some reason Ruby is in danger and Christina chooses to save Ruby instead of complete her immortality spell. The fic is Ruby coming to at the house and Christina explaining to her what happened.

So. This kind of got away from me and ended up a little over 1k. I blame the episode 10 trailer, honestly. But thank you for the prompt! Also available on AO3.

The first thing she notices is that she’s back in Christina’s house, in Christina’s bed. The second is that the woman herself is sitting in a chair beside her. There’s a book in her hand but the dazed look in her eyes suggests that she’s not actually reading it, just lost in thought as she stares at the pages.

Ruby tries to move, to get Christina’s attention, and succeeds only because the brief movement makes her acutely aware of the throbbing at the front of her skull and she lets out a hiss of pain.

“You’re awake.” She sounds tired - no, exhausted, and when Ruby opens her eyes again she realises that Christina looks about as bad as she feels. There is a bruise forming on her jaw and several cuts are scattered over her face, the one on her forehead particularly nasty looking but, thankfully, appears to no longer be bleeding.

“And you’re hurt.”

“Not as much as you,” Christina replies, but she knows there’s a question in there - how are you hurt? “I haven’t been able to reapply my mark. My magic has been… somewhat depleted. Hopefully temporarily.”

She places her book down and leans forward, resting her arms on the edge of the bed. It’s then that Ruby remembers just why Christina had to remove her invulnerability in the first place and she glances at the window, carefully, noting the sunlight making its way through the small gap in the curtains. “Is Tic-?”

“He’s fine. No doubt sleeping off the events of last night with Leti and the rest of the family.”

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Ruby shakes her head, regretting it instantly. Christina grasps her hand then, instantly looking like she’s considering pulling away until Ruby’s fingers tighten around her own.

“I remember… some idiot jumped in front of the car?” Christina nods encouragingly. “After that everything’s kind of a blur. I think I saw more of Tic’s demon dogs.”

“Shoggoth’s,” she corrects. “And technically only one belongs to him.”

Of course this woman has a small army of monsters, Ruby thinks. “You planning on filling in the blanks for me?”

“The idiot who jumped in front of the car was Titus Braithwhite.” Ruby’s eyes widen at that, Christina having told her enough about her lineage for her to know that Titus Braithwhite should not have been walking around Chicago. “I swerved and crashed, blacked out, and when I woke up you were gone.”

“He took me?” She hums. “Why? And how is he here?”

“Apparently I’d gotten it wrong - the whole Order had gotten it wrong. He had achieved immortality. And he wasn’t too thrilled about a woman, even one of his own blood, doing the same.”

“But why take me?”

Christina stares down at their clasped hands for a long moment. She opens her mouth to speak then changes her mind twice before she finally answers Ruby’s question. “He’s been watching me. Since Ardham, since all of this began. He knew that we were close. I suppose he thought that I would choose saving you over immortality.”

“He was right.”

It comes out as a whisper because Ruby can’t quite believe her own words. Immortality has been Christina’s goal for longer than Ruby has known her, something she always made clear that she would achieve no matter the cost. And she gave up her shot at it. For her.

“Caring for others doesn’t come easily to me.” Christina begins, finally looking up to meet Ruby’s eyes. “I was raised to believe that people were simply a means to an end, nothing more. But you-” her voice wavers slightly and she clears her throat. “I never needed you to spy on Atticus.”

"What does that mean?"

"I wasn't lying when I said that I saw magic in you, though the details of when I first saw you were altered." Ruby gives her a quizzical look. "I followed Tic for a while to make sure that he made it to Ardham - he's a lot of things but he has the self preservation instinct of a dodo." That gets a smile out of both of them. “I saw you at the block party.”

Ruby looks at her, surprised. “You were there?” She thinks of the crowd that gathered that night and knows for a fact that Christina would have stood out like a sore thumb.

“I parked in an alley, mostly stayed in my car,” Christina clarifies. “But I heard you, saw you - you had that crowd wrapped around your little finger. It was incredible.”

“And you didn’t know that I had any connection to Tic?” Ruby asks, swallowing.

“I worked it out eventually. When I saw Leti with him, I remembered seeing her on stage with you. But that was it.”

“So that night at the bar-”

“You were right. When you said that there were a thousand coloured girls that I could have shared my magic with.” Christina looks at her then with the kind of intensity that never fails to knock the air out of Ruby’s lungs. “I didn’t want them. I wanted you. As William, as myself, it didn’t matter. And yes, I needed your help to take down Lancaster, but that is the only time I have ever asked anything of you other than your company.”

Ruby gives herself a minute to take it all in. Because she’s right. Although Ruby has constantly had her doubts about their relationship, usually because of her sister getting into her head, Christina has never taken from her, only given.

“What happened with Titus?” She asks. The conversation has gotten away from them and, honestly, she feels like it’s a safer subject to move onto while she lets herself really process Christina’s words.

“I came after you - Tic, Leti and Hippolyta, too. They didn’t trust me in the slightest, but all Leti cared about was getting you back.” The just like me remains unsaid, but Ruby hears it all the same. “It took a lot, but we were able to make him mortal again.” As she speaks she turns her free hand over, Ruby only now noticing the bandage wrapped around it, dried blood staining the fabric over her palm. “Leti and Hippolyta got you into the car - they just about had to carry Tic and I back, too.”

“I’m sorry I missed that,” Ruby smiles. Then, after a beat, “You missed your chance to become immortal.”

“I did.”

“That’s all you’ve wanted this entire time.”

“Not all I’ve wanted,” Christina says pointedly.

“You keep saying things like that, I might actually start to believe you.”

Christina chuckles at that, squeezing Ruby’s hand. “I’m not good with people.” Ruby gives her a look, one that clearly states I’ve noticed. “Like I said, I don’t know how to care about someone, how to-” she cuts herself off, shaking her head. “But I’d like to learn. If you’ll teach me.”

“You said you wanted an eternity of firsts,” Ruby reminds her.

“I think I can experience quite a few with you.”

[radikoolsun]

If you’re a Ruby x Christina shipper and you are not reading Leave it to the Davenports, I don’t know what you are waiting for.

Me this morning....

[radikoolsun]

Thanks for the encouraging messages in my inbox ☺️

Here’s where we are at. Thanks @sevens-evan for the writing tool rec!

[radikoolsun]

Me giving you cute and fluffy Ruby x Christina this weekend, knowing I’m gonna fuck with your feelings with the next fic.

I mean, you guys asked for angst 🙃

[raniatsaran]

Alternative Solutions (Ruby/Christina Finale Fix-It)

“Leti wants me to turn on you.”

Christina’s eyes have barely adjusted to the low light of the basement when Ruby speaks. She’s standing by the table, both hands resting on the metal surface either side of the small vial of Christina’s blood.

“I gathered as much.”

Ruby turns her head just enough to look at her. “She thinks that if they have a piece of you, they can bind your magic.”

“I see.” Christina folds her arms over her chest and takes a few steps closer, keeping her expression carefully blank. “So this was - what? You seducing me to distract me?” She grabs for the vial and holds it up between them. “You thought you’d fuck me to sleep and steal my blood?”

(On AO3)

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For those who wander (Lovecraft Country Fic)

Tumblr Prompt from @uforis (thank you): Christina listens to ruby after they make love and they’re lying in bed, and ruby talks about how she’d given up on the idea of fairytale love.

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“Breathe,” she says, planting wet kisses down the length of Ruby’s spine. It’s a request that feels impossible for her to abide until she does and her lungs release. “Good girl.”

Obscured from Christina’s watchful eye, Ruby’s hands spread out around the pillow she’s clutching. It’s in moments like these, when she has been worshipped to the brink of madness, that she is thankful for the ludicrous number of cushions splayed about the bed. Her eardrums roar victoriously, while the rest of her senses fight to re-assert themselves. There is even a suspicion of tears in her dark eyes, a byproduct of the hours spent under delicious torture. The long fingers inside her wiggle, earning back her attention, before they retract with ease.

“God,” Ruby exhales, squirming at the new emptiness. She misses the exquisite stretch and it makes her clench blindly around nothing.

“Christina’s fine.” She speaks in the self-assured tone of someone who knows that they have just turned their lover inside out.

Ruby’s skin sings pleasantly through the aftershocks but she still keeps hold of her pillow like an anchor. She sucks in her bottom lip and breaths out again, this time through her nose. It’s a poor attempt to muffle the needy whimpers that seem to have come out of nowhere. Christina’s cat-like grin against the curve of her lower back tells Ruby that she’s been heard regardless.

Something about being face down, ass up has a tendency to provoke Ruby’s deeper, baser instincts. The ones that have her hollering to the heavens at all hours of the night, demanding Christina tear her apart entirely. And Christina does, every time, if only to be the one to put her back together again.

When the tip of her cool nose nudges between Ruby’s thighs, she spreads wider, stifling the indignity of it to reach back and encourage deeper kissing, sucking, and all-out devouring. Christina doesn’t stop until Ruby’s brain is liquid and her vision explodes.

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[raniatsaran]

omg ok i have one. ruby’s first moving in with christina/william and shes just trying to make the house more homey and put dinner on the table dammit but christina is an evil witch stirring her cauldron till 2AM

‘an evil witch stirring her cauldron till 2AM” cracked me up so much. Inspired by the promo pics for the finale, with a little added “they’re actually together in their own bodies”.

Also on AO3.

Squinting through the darkness that fills the bedroom, Ruby can just about read the clock on the nightstand, reading a little after two in the morning. The other side of the bed is just as cold and empty as it was when Ruby fell asleep, and she forces herself out of bed, slips a robe over her nightdress and mentally prepares herself for the possibility of having to carry Christina out of the basement just so she’ll get some damn sleep.

It’s easy for Christina to get lost in her work, she knows. When she’s not doing whatever it is that she does around town all day as William, when she’s not with Ruby, she is, more often than not, shut away in the basement - and if she gets too into her work, too buried in a dusty old book, she can spend hours down there without even realising it.

Ruby grabs a cardigan of Christina’s on the way - the long black one that she always says looks more like a witch’s cloak than anything else - on her way downstairs, well aware of how cold it gets down there at night, and finds the door to the basement unlocked, unneeded proof that Christina is still down there.

She finds her in the far corner of the room. Christina’s sitting at the drafting table, uncharacteristically slumped over with her elbows on the table and her head in her hands. She’s also half asleep, Ruby realises, seemingly not aware that she is no longer alone until Ruby speaks.

“Good thing you’re invulnerable,” she says and Christina jumps, though whether it’s because of Ruby’s voice or her unexpected proximity, Ruby isn’t sure. “Otherwise I’d be worried about you freezing to death down here.”

Ruby drapes the cardigan over Christina’s shoulders and Christina leans back into her touch, even as she says, “It’s not that cold.” Ruby just hums and peers over her shoulder.

“What are you working on?”

“I had the negatives your sister gave me developed.”

“Ah.” Ruby looks at the photos scattered over the table, then the notebook filled with Christina’s own handwriting. “Figured it had to be something important for you to miss dinner.”

There’s no malice in her words, in fact she’s teasing a little, but Christina still grasps at the watch on her own wrist, her eyes widening slightly when she sees the time. “Ruby-”

“It’s fine.”

“No.” Shaking her head, Christina turns on the stool to face Ruby, her hands instinctively coming to rest on Ruby’s hips. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I-”

“Become so fixated on something, you forget the rest of the world exists?” She suggests. Christina’s expression grows somewhat sheepish.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“You can make it up to me right now,” Ruby says and Christina looks at her curiously. “You can come up to bed.”

“I will, I just have a little more-” Christina begins, only to be cut off.

“Don’t make me carry you up those stairs.” She almost laughs until she sees the deadly serious look in Ruby’s eyes. “You’re scrawny enough that I could probably do it.”

Christina arches an eyebrow almost challengingly, as though she would love nothing more than to see Ruby try to carry her all the way up to bed. It’s ruined when whatever she’s about to say is interrupted by a yawn that she isn’t quick enough to cover up and Ruby laughs, backing up a little so Christina can stand.

“That’s what I thought. Come on.”

Ruby holds out her hand and Christina takes it with her own and slides off of her seat - though it may be more to do with Christina always being quick to accept whatever physical contact Ruby offers her than her actual willingness to stop working and get some sleep.

They just get out of the basement when Christina stops suddenly and Ruby catches her glancing toward the kitchen.

“There’s plenty for you to have tomorrow,” she says, chuckling at the pleased look Christina gives her. “Now come on,” Ruby tugs on her hand again. “Let’s get your ass in bed before the sun comes up.”