Fanfictions
'For your sake, I hope you’re lying. Cause if it’s true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God!' - D.
Beautiful People written by Everything In Me
'He should’ve known that she would show up as soon as she found out. Yet somehow, seeing her standing in the doorway of his hotel room still brought his heart to a standstill. “What are you doing here?” he asked anyway, setting the gun back on the table as he caught his breath.' 1, 442. PG-13. Arguably AU.
Black-Eyed Angel written by Healing Dark
'“I’ve already done this with you,” Ruby cuts off his thoughts, and Sam looks up, startled. She stops walking, turns toward him. The nightgown billows in a breeze he can’t feel on his face. “We’ve already had this conversation.”
“Then why don’t I remember it?” Sam demands, his patience snapping. He doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but he has an idea, an idea in the back of his mind that refuses to take full form. “Why is this—” he indicates their current location, “—not scaring the shit out of you?”' 3, 658. PG-13.
Born To Buy Into Something written by Full Of Grace
'Ruby leans back on the unforgiving hard mattress, elbows holding up her weight, and she stares at her own reflection in the mirrored ceiling. "Keep up with me here, Sammy," she drawls, watching his reflected form study her from the other side of the room. "One word, two syllables. Ru-by."' 3, 322. R.
Communication Breakdown written by A Prelude To An End
'He sleeps like a child, mouth open, wispy little half snores against the pillow. It’s so fucking precious, she could slit her own throat. Or his.' 1, 012. NC-17.
Untitled written by Holli Locks
'He's always gone by morning. He never leaves traces of evidence, no sign that he was there. When she goes to bed, there are clothes scattered everywhere. When she wakes, her own clothes are meticulously folded at the foot of the bed. His are gone. All he leaves behind is a faint scent in the bed and the bite marks on her neck.' 815. Light R.
When Playing Sixteen written by Fated Addiction
'So she waits, picks a truck, and leans against it as if she’s been here all along, meant to be and all that kind of importance. She counts to ten and thinks hurry the fuck up as if he’d listen to her, as if she had that kind of place.
He’s late; the door swallows quietly.
Ruby counts steps. There’s a stop. Maybe, he sees her. She doesn’t look up. So she counts again.' 1, 070. PG-13.
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FenceWalker (2009)
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