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Imagine meeting Ruby in her hotel room
“I’m glad you called,” you reply.
She drops her bag on a floral-printed chair as you glance around the room.
“You sure know how to class up the afternoon quickie.”
She smirks over her shoulder at you. “You gonna keep talking, or are you ready to move some furniture?”
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Imagine helping Jo prepare for a hunt
You finish packing a salt round and brush off your hands.
“You’re sure you don’t want me to come down there and help?” you ask.
Across the table, Jo snaps the action of a shotgun into place. “No, that’s okay. You’d better get going if you want to help Rufus with that werewolf pack in Montana.”
You watch with wary eyes as she loads the weapons into her duffel bag.
“It’s just a vengeful spirit. I’ll be fine,” she says. “Besides, my mother’ll be there, too.”
“Yeah, I know,” you sigh. “Tell her I said hi.”
When she’s packed all of her things into the bag, she meets you at the door and pulls you into a hug.
“Thanks for letting me crash here,” she mumbles over your shoulder.
“Of course. Be careful out there.” You pull away to place a kiss on her lips.
“You, too,” she says.
You watch her traipse across your porch and climb into her car. She pulls out of the driveway and onto the road, disappearing into the surrounding forest.
See you soon, Jo.
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Imagine Charlie offering to go on a hunt with you
“Really?” you say.
You were walking through the library and mentioned to the boys you were heading out for a case when she made the offer. The two of you haven’t spent much time together, but you know she’s a new hunter and the boys adore her.
“Sure,” she answers. “These guys don’t need me anymore, do you?”
“She’s all yours,” Sam confirms, barely glancing up from his computer screen.
You glance back to Charlie, down at her graphic tee shirt. New hunter, indeed.
“All right, Red,” you say. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
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Tempest in a Teacup
Jo Harvelle/Meg 2.0 High School AU
(Also on Ao3)
Detention was never a fun place; the walls were a dreary grey, the windows were barred, and the teacher running it was a real hard ass. Detention was even worse on a Friday after school, when it was raining torrentially outside. The rain outside mirrored Jo’s feelings as she waited outside the end classroom for Miss Mills to arrive and mark her present.
When Miss Miss turned up she had a clipboard in hand and a student in tow. As they reached the door, Jo realised who was following the teacher. Meg Masters sauntered into view, a smug smirk on her face. Jo watched her with a tense jaw, and Meg reciprocated with a sickly sweet smile, obviously not meant to actually be nice.
Jo wasn’t a good student by any standards, having been in detention many times herself, but Meg was on a whole new level of bad. Meg got into fights daily, argued with all authority, skived classes. If there was one person Jo didn’t want to be stuck in detention with, it would be Meg Masters.
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Title: Had to Go Away to Find Home Author: hazelNuts / @fandom-madnessess Artist: 5pm / @five-p-m Rating: Mature Pairing(s): Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak Warning(s): Canon-typical Violence, Mild Gore, Blood, Scars Word Count: 8586
Summary: Claire knows she’s a bad-ass. She’s a Hunter who’s fought Werewolves, Vampires, Demons, Ghosts, even Angels, so when a girl hops in her car on her way back from a hunt, and holds a knife to her throat, ordering her to do as she’s told, she listens. She’s not gonna go out by getting stabbed with a rusty paring knife. But she can’t drive all night, and when they stop at a motel she finds out there’s a lot more to the girl than meets the eye. With a girl that can walk to other worlds in her sleep, her evil double on the loose, and a dead Vampire in the boot of the car, things are going to get very interesting. Or: A canon-divergent AU where Claire is the one who meets Kaia and introduces her to the bigger supernatural world.
Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16235156 Art: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16232786/chapters/37946309
Only Ones That Know
Characters: Charlie x Reader
Warnings: None, just fluff
Request: may I request a Charlie Bradbury x reader engagement?
Word Count: 921
A/N: Reader is a hunter with the boys and Charlie works with Google after she was able to escape joining the hunting life. I hope you like this and please let me know what you think – I was kinda nervous writing it as I’ve never written Charlie before….
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You could feel the soft skin of Charlie’s lower back under your fingertips as you mindlessly traced circles under her tank top as she slept. Her hair was spread over your shoulder and her head rested on your chest, you looked down at her sleeping face, grinning as you thought about the evening that had just passed. This was the last thing you expected when you woke up this morning.
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Title: Mrs and Mrs Smith Pairing: Jess Moore x Bela Talbot Summary: Jess and Bela have been married for nearly three years before they have to break down and go to therapy. What they learn about each other there changes everything. (A Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU) Word Count: 583 Rating/Warnings: PG- guns, violence Written for the 2015 SPN Rare Pair Bingo Square Used: Couples Therapy AU
“So you two got married fairly quickly, yes?”
Jess likes Dr. Moseley, so does Bela, but both of them want to take issue with that question. They glance at each other, for the first time in what feels like months on the same page.
“Well…”
“We knew.” Jess doesn’t want to get into how. It might be therapy and a safe space, but explaining that you knew you wanted to marry a woman because she’d been willing to go along with a ruse to save your bacon with nary a question seemed like it would get a raised eyebrow. Not to mention that she’d then have to explain to Bela what she’d been doing in Belize. And lately it seemed like maybe she would have to ask Bela what she’d been doing there too.
“It just seems like we’ve forgotten lately,” Bela explains. “It’s become…monotonous.”
“We’re boring each other,” Jess says flatly.
Two weeks later when she’s standing in front of her wife with a gun to her head one pointing right back at her, she thinks of that therapy session and wants to laugh.
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Studded Kiss
Posted on my Ao3. For @femslashpromptsdaily‘s prompt “Lipstick”
“Why the Hell do you have so much make up?” Charlie called to Bela, who was in the bedroom curling her hair. Bela had left her make up bag in the bathroom so Charlie could put it on, but Charlie was surprised by how much there was. There was one bag just for mascara and eye liner, brimming with little tubes. Carefully, Charlie picked up some dark eye shadow and dusted it on her hand.
Behind her the door opened and Bela sauntered in, pinning up her curls into a neat bun. Charlie was amazed at how good Bela was with hair and make up; it wasn’t like Charlie never tried, but her priority in the morning was sleeping in as late as possible - not dressing her up for the Hell hole called school. Still, they’d been invited to a party and Charlie wanted to look somewhat presentable. Bela tutted as she walked over, wiping the eye shadow off Charlie’s hand with her thumb.
“Not your colour, sweetheart,” she smiled kindly, before reaching over into one of the bags. She pulled out a light pink eye shadow, a few shades lighter than the dress she was wearing, and dabbed the glittery powder all over her eye lids. “And I got this make up from my Mother for Christmas.”
“I know but do you need lipstick in four different shades of red?” Charlie questioned, rummaging through one of the bags. Bela snatched it off her and scowled.
“Absolutely,” she smirked smugly. She pulled out one of the red lipsticks, called “Queen of Hearts” and wound it up. The lipstick was poised to be painted on her lips, when Charlie pulled Bela’s hand from her face.
“I think this would suit you more,” Charlie smiled, holding up a darker red - almost burgundy - called “Studded Kiss”. Bela considered it for a second before taking it off Charlie and putting it on. It went very well with her black skirt, and Bela felt a swell of pride for Charlie.
An idea popped into her head, as she looked down at her girlfriend. Charlie had gone back to looking through the bags for something for herself, bent over the sink with a look of concentration. Bela curled her fingers under Charlie’s chin and pulled her up so they were on the same level. With a loving grin, Bela leant forward and kissed Charlie on the lips. Charlie melted into the kiss, her knees wobbling as Bela held onto her tightly just to stop her from falling.
Bela eventually pulled away, breathless and doe eyed, and smiled at Charlie.
“That colour looks really good on you,” she whispered, and Charlie turned to look in the mirror. The dark red of Bela’s lipstick and smeared all over Charlie’s lips as well, staining them the same shade. Laughing, Charlie faced her girlfriend.
“Dork,” Charlie muttered, reaching to Bela for another kiss, though she was stopped.
“We’re gonna be late to the party,” Bela told her, shoving all the make up back into the bags before pulling Charlie out of the bathroom. “If we’re lucky, there’ll be a free bedroom.”
Burden Of Proof
[artist: doublettea] [author: capricorn-child]
[written for SPN Femslash Minibang 2015]
Pairing: Anna Milton/Bela Talbot, past Ruby/Bela Talbot, side Dean Winchester/Castiel Rating: E
Summary: Detective Anna Milton is part of an elite taskforce dedicated to bringing down the mafia controlling New York City. It’s impossible without the help of an informant – Bela Talbot, who’s in too deep with Lilith’s criminal network and desperate for a way out.
Falling for Bela was never in the plan. Then again, neither was a failed sting operation that leaves Anna’s idealistic young partner shot and left for dead. Lives hang in the balance, and Anna must decide who she can trust and what she will sacrifice to end Lilith’s reign.
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Can I ask for some Ruby/Lilith ? I prefer canon but feel free to write anything!
The hotel room was the cleanest place Ruby had been in a long time. Trailing around after the Winchesters didn’t offer much comfort, so when Lilith called she jumped at the chance to meet her. It wasn’t hard to placate Sam, she’d told him she had to stop one of the seals and he’d accepted it. The poor gullible idiot. Ruby smirked to herself.
She was laid back on the bed, king sized with soft sheets. Maybe if she was human, she could have have fallen asleep then and there.
The door to the room clicked open. Ruby turned her head to the side to see Lilith stood in the doorway with a coy smile on her face. The vessel she wore was beautiful, it took Ruby’s breath away whenever she saw it, but there was something about the look in her eyes that made Ruby’s heart pound. She swallowed.
“Ruby, my favourite warrior,” Lilith said, sauntering over to the bed. She paused a step away from Ruby, watching her carefully. “You smell… human.”
“Well, I have been spending a lot of time with them,” Ruby laughed. As Lilith sat on the bed, the mattress dipped and Ruby shuffled a little closer to her. Lilith’s willowy fingers wrapped around Ruby’s thigh.
“How’s Sammy boy? Still in the dark?” She asked. Ruby nodded. The fact that Sam thought he was doing good was almost laughable. He’d been destined for evil his entire life, Ruby didn’t know how he always forgot that. “Is he still drinking your blood?” Another nod. Lilith’s lips curled into a predatory grin, her grip on Ruby’s vessel tightened.
“You’ve done good.”
“I always would for you,” Ruby said, and she meant it. She would walk to the ends of the Earth and back for Lilith. Hell, she’d go back on the torture rack if it was what Lilith wanted, but she knew Lilith wouldn’t ever ask that of her. She was the favourite. The best of all of Lilith’s lieutenants. When it came down to it, it would be Ruby and Lilith still left standing. Ruby felt a hand on her cheek, smiled into Lilith’s palm.
“I know,” Lilith’s eyes were bright. “We’ll be together soon, my love. Away from all this humanity.” Lilith planted a kiss on Ruby’s lips, so soft and tender but it made the lights in the room flicker. When she pulled away Ruby grabbed hold of the hand that was on her face, tangling her fingers in Lilith’s.
“Promise me,” she begged, but she knew Lilith couldn’t promise much. What was a demon but a liar though.
“I promise.”
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Are you still taking prompts? Can you do a Donna/Jody thing with them at a hospital please?
Thank you for the prompt I hope this is okay ^-^
Werewolf hunts were the worst, Donna had concluded. Since joining Jody and the girls, she’d been on many a hunt - vampires, ghosts, demons. But of them all, she hated werewolves the most. It wasn’t like some monster movie, where the werewolf is covered in fuzzy hair. Nope, they looked like normal people and that made the job ten times harder. Not to mention that they were stuck in the middle of the woods looking for the thing. It freaking sucked.
Donna heard a crack somewhere to her right. The sound wouldn’t have worried her at all, except it was followed by a string of curse words in Jody’s voice. She turned, and found Jody laid on the floor with her leg at a right angle. She winced in sympathy, but moved quickly to help Jody up. If they were lucky they could be at the hospital in half an hour at the most. Jody pulled away from her hold.
“What are you doing, the wolf went that way,” Jody pointed off to her left, behind a small mound. Donna shook her head and wrapped her arm around Jody’s torso.
“I’m helping my girlfriend to the damn hospital, what does it look like?” Donna snapped. It shut Jody up, Donna never took that tone with her so she must have understood how mad she was. Donna pulled Jody up and helped her hobble over to the car. Every step caused Jody to wince, but she didn’t say a damn word. Donna prayed there would be no red lights between there and the hospital.
Donna could only watch through the window as the doctors reset Jody’s leg. Despite how painful the procedure was she refused to take any anaesthetics, something about a bad experience with the Sioux Falls doctors. The doctors couldn’t believe it, but Jody always was a bit of a maverick. Donna waited for them to be done, before slipping back into the room.
“What the Hell! We had the damn thing, could this not of waited?!” Jody yelled at Donna the minute the door closed. Donna bit the inside of her cheek to stop exploding.
“Don’t what the Hell me, Jodes, I’m what the Hell-ing you!” She yelled back. “Surely you know how bad it is to leave a broken leg.”
“You let the werewolf get away!”
“Firstly, I called Sam and Dean to deal with it,” Donna argued, holding up a finger. She flipped up a second and continued. “Secondly, you had a broken leg, you were in pain! Did you want me to actually hunt that thing when I was worried about you bleeding out?” Jody’s face softened, the fight leaving her body. Donna perched herself at the edge of the hospital bed, stretching over to tuck a stray strand of Jody’s hair out of her face.
“Jodes, I was worried,” Donna said quietly. “I hate saying you hurt, I hate you being so reckless.”
“I’m sorry babe,” Jody replied. She leaned into Donna’s soft touch, a small smile growing on her face.
“Just promise me you’ll be more careful next time, ay?” Donna asked hopefully. Jody rolled her eyes but reluctantly agreed, making Donna’s grin come back. “My wayward wife, what would I do without you.”
Forever Taking prompts
“So, you went to college with Dean?” Jo asks. She takes a sip of her Yuengling and lets out a content sigh.
The girl standing across from her is struggling to get her own beer open. She’s focused on the bottle opener, a stupid little magnetic contraption. “Why doesn’t Dean have a regular bottle opener?” she whines. She runs her fingers through her red hair and sighs. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
Jo smiles and puts her beer down on the table. “Here, I’ll do it.” She extends her arms and reaches for the bottle and the opener. “You have to get the right angle, and then, voila!”
Charlie squints at her and then laughs. “You’d think as someone who works for Google I’d be able to open a damned beer,” she says. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Jo replies. She picks up her beer and runs her thumb along the cool beads of condensation on the glass. “A toast?” She tilts her bottle towards Charlie and grins.
“Sure. What are we toasting to?” Charlie asks.
“New friendships?”
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Would you be willing to do a Meg 2.0 and Ruby (whichever one you prefer) femslash?
sorry, i can’t develop a good voice for these two ):
Ruby hates many things about being human, but showers are not one of them.
As a demon, she just couldn’t appreciate them unless the shower head was detachable and had decent water pressure. Now, it feels luxurious to stand beneath the stream until her fingers turn into prunes and Meg is banging on the door.
“You’re stealing all the hot water!” Meg shouts. Ruby rolls her eyes and, just to spite Meg, she steps out of the shower, cranks the temperature up as high as it can go, and begins a slow process of drying herself off.
For good measure, she uses Meg’s deodorant, picks her teeth, and trims her toenails.
Deciding she’s stalled long enough, Ruby turns off the shower and opens the door.
Meg is leaning up against the opposite wall, arms crossed. She raises her eyebrows. “Really?”
Ruby smirks. “Should’ve saved all that water and just showered with me.”
Meg rolls her eyes. “Bitch.”
“Whore.”
The gentle cadence of Hael’s voice washes over Claire. Like finding herself in the eye of a storm, she breathes deeply and deliberately. Her hands wander from her scabbed knee to the unknown in front of her. The tips of her fingers graze Hael’s knee, and Claire’s shoulders relax. “Everything will be okay,” Hael soothes. She covers Claire’s hand with her own, curls beneath her fingers, and squeezes comfortingly. “We’ll get out of this.” It’s only their third hunt together after Hael gave up her grace to save Claire from an army of angry angels looking for Castiel. Tears prick to Claire’s eyes at the unfairness of it all. She hasn’t introduced Hael to the wonders of the movie theatre; they haven’t even made it to the Grand Canyon yet. Claire swallows the thick mucus lubricating her throat. “I’m sorry,” she says again. Again, Hael squeezes her hand. Claire hears her shift, feels her move closer, and all of a sudden a pair of lips are in the corner of her own. It lasts for two seconds, then Hael leans back. “What was that for?” Claire demands, voice hoarse. She brings up her left hand to touch the spot Hael kissed. Nothing feels quite real, but at the same time it feels so real it reminds Claire of those brief minutes Castiel possessed her body. “Humans often show their affection for one another through kisses,” Hael explains, at once sounding like she needs validation and like she thought Claire understood. Which - she does. She does. But she can’t believe it. It’s impossible, and Claire shouldn’t be wanting to kiss the former angel back, the very same former angel as tried to kill directly after the Fall. And yet… she does. She finds Hael’s cheek with her palm and guides their lips into an awkward, off-mark kiss. Lightening shoots through Claire’s veins, sharp and awesome. This is real.
Title: Eat Out
Pairing: MegxRubyxLilith
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 648
Notes: written for the SPN Rare Pair Bingo square ‘Charcoal’
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“Ruby!”
Meg spotted her girlfriend on the other side of the quad, messenger bag bouncing on her hip, dark hair up in a messy bun. And two stark black hand prints on the ass of her tight blue jeans.
“Ruby, hey!” She shouted as she jogged over, shoving her lap top in her back pack.
Ruby spun around and smiled, one hand lifted above her eyes to shield them in the bright sun. “What’s up?”
“What did you get on your ass?”
Moving around Ruby, Meg brushed at the black marks on her jeans. Ruby tried to turn with her, the two of them rotating around each other as Meg swatted something sooty off her jeans.
“What are you talking about?” Ruby scowled.
“You have two hand prints on your ass. Did you just come from art?”
Ruby groaned and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, we were working with charcoal today.”
“It was Lilith, wasn’t it?” Meg asked, even though she already knew the answer.
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TItle: Hot for Teacher Pairing: CharliexDorothy Rating: Teen Word Count: 758 Notes: for MSR Halloween prompts, ‘Something wicked this way comes’
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“By the pricking of my thumb, something… uh - something…..”
“Wicked. Line is ‘By the pricking of my thumb, something wicked this way comes’.”
Charlie can practically hear the sigh in Dorothy’s voice when she gives the line to the nervous kid on stage fidgeting in their heavy black robe. All dressed up for the role of the witch. The show is one week away, and someone forgot what is one of the most quoted lines by Shakespeare. Charlie hopes it’s just nerves during the first dress rehearsal. Oh well, what can you expect from high school kids anyway.
Dorothy waves from her seat in the front row and calls out, “Okay, let’s start this scene from the top, one more time guys.”
Kids groan and trundle off stage. Charlie adjusts the lights for the start of the scene, something low and spooky for the witches introduction. They make it all the way to Macbeth’s entrance before flubbing lines again.
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Serpents and Grace
March 1st, 1983
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t smite you where you walk.” The tall and slender redhead glared at the ebony haired woman moseying up to her.
“I come bearing information. Involving Archangels working with the Princes of Hell.”
A shadowy pair of wings fluffed behind the first woman. “I don’t tolerate liars. That doesn’t bode well for you.”
“Anna. Leader of the First Garrison. What if I could show you proof, including the confirmation of the pregnancy of Lucifer’s perfect vessel?”
“Who are you?”
“Rubrael.”
The metallic swish of an angel blade appearing cut through the air. “You want me to believe that a daughter of Lilith is here to betray the Princes of Hell? All while conveniently turning me against the Archangels?” Anna’s laugh was cold and deadly. “Do you take me for a fool?”
“Quite the opposite.” A wicked grin spread widely across the demon’s face. “I would be disappointed if you trusted me so willingly.”
“Why are you here?”
“May 2nd. Lucifer’s vessel will be born. You can summon me then and we’ll talk.”
“There’s nothing on…”
Rubrael vanished.
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