Paradise By The Dashboard Light - A RubyxChristina Fanfiction

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Broken Circle - A RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new fanfiction, in which I tried to change the ending of the show by inserting Titus back into it. If you’re interested the link to the full story will be at the end!

Ruby had taken the habit of going to the basement whenever the door was open. It was only open whenever Christina was down there anyway. The house was too big, too silent sometimes. Ruby was used to small, cramp apartments where you had to climb over one another to get anywhere. The mansion had been nice at first, but after spending one too many mornings listening to nothing but eerie silence, she started seeking living things, simply for the comfort of knowing she wasn't alone. And there was only one living thing in this house.

Christina was hard at work when Ruby went to the basement that evening. The blonde was always busy, hunched over one table or another. She'd gotten used to seeing Ruby down there too, for she'd stopped asking her why she'd followed her there. She'd gotten so used to Ruby, in fact, that she'd stopped tensing up every time Ruby so much as touched a piece of paper on a nearby table. Ruby liked to snoop around and question her about what she was working on. If Christina ever suspected that Ruby was spying on her on Leti or Tic's behalf, she'd never made mention of it.

Ruby walked around the tables in the middle of the basement, looking at everything spread out there. Most of the words she didn't understand. Christina had begun instructing her in magic, but it was an arduous task. Finding free time for it was even harder, as Christina always seemed occupied.

Ruby passed quietly behind Christina, looking at what she was working on over her shoulder. Christina stopped sketching and froze as she felt Ruby close behind her. Only when Ruby stepped away did she straighten, flipped her long hair over her shoulder, then went back to work. Ruby continued her little tour of the table. She stopped when she found a file she hadn't seen yet. Usually, Christina didn't bother to organize her papers. Somehow she always found whatever she was looking for. Her organization system was pure, incomprehensible chaos, but it was a system still. But this file, she'd never seen before.

"What's that?"

She pulled it out from under a few pieces of paper and put it flat on the table, before opening and flipping through. In the file, Ruby found pictures and documents, most of which related to Lancaster and his police force. It seemed either Christina had been watching them, or someone had for her.

"Does it have anything to do with the thing you made me put in Lancaster's desk?" she asked, shivering as she remembered the barely alive – or not alive at all, she still wasn't sure – person in Lancaster's office.

"Not exactly. In part. Lancaster doesn't want to admit it but he's working for someone. I just can't seem to figure out who."

Ruby flipped through a few papers. Some pictures were downright terrifying. Dismembered bodies left abandoned by the side of the road or under a bridge. Ruby skipped through them as quickly as she could, until she finally shut the file and left it there, on the table, on top of the pile of papers.

"Let me guess? You have a plan to get rid of him."

Christina smirked. It was that confident smirk Ruby was mostly used to seeing on William, but the sight of it on Christina wasn't so displeasing.

"Lancaster? I already took care of him. Or should I say we, since you did part of the job."

Ruby at least felt a bit better now, knowing that hiding into that awful closet hadn't been for nothing.

"Good. That bastard had it coming."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27121384/chapters/66228637

“Mon Amour, crois-tu qu’on s’aime?” - A RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Don’t be fooled by the title this story is in English! This is my new fanfiction about Ruby and Christina going on a French Holiday together. You’ll find an extract here, and the link to the full story it bellow!

They'd rented a bright, expensive Italian car. It was blue like the Mediterranean. The roof had been taken off. It was a warm day for September, much warmer than Ruby would have imagined. But then again, the French Riviera was known for its nice temperatures.

It was the hotel clerk who'd told them about this small restaurant up in the hills. Apparently, it was a favorite of American tourists in the region. Ruby was somewhat nervous at the idea of meeting other American tourists because when they traveled, they brought their racism with them. But Christina had convinced her that it was at least worth checking out. Plus, racists or not, there was nothing they could do to kick her out of the restaurant.

As the car climbed up the dirt road snaking around the hills, Ruby looked down at the valley below. The sea was a perfect blue color. Where the sun hit the water, it turned it into sparkling diamonds. Even with her sunglasses, it was hard to look at for too long. The city below expended at the edge of the water, so many small, red-roofed houses. Many of those houses were older than anything Ruby had ever seen before. Christina had informed her so the day before, while they were visiting, but she still had trouble wrapping her head around the fact.

They reached the top of the hill, and there, at the edge of a village, was a stone building. A sign indicated the name of the restaurant they'd been given. A few cars were parked near it, in the gravel. Christina easily parked there. They climbed out. Christina was quick to take the scarf tied over her head to keep her hair somewhat in place. She was wearing red and yellow checkered shorts and a white sleeveless shirt, and sunglasses. Ruby was wearing a blue summer dress. She exchanged her scarf for a white wide-brimmed hat she'd bought the day before.

The restaurant was entirely made of stone, except for the roof, made of clay tiles, so covered in moss that it looked more green than brown. The red door with a bell above seemed as old as the building itself. There was no one else around, to their great surprise. They glanced at each other then Christina shrugged, and with her usual confidence, she made her way to the door.

The bell rang. The inside was just as picturesque as the outside, with apparent beams on the ceiling from which many artifacts hung. Old lavender bouquets spreading the flowers' fragrance even to this day. A horseshoe was attached to the beam nearest to the entrance, like a good luck charm. On the walls were many framed pictures. To the left of the entrance was a stone bar with a wooden countertop. An old man was working behind, counting the bills in his ancient-looking cash register. When he saw them walking in, he smiled and said:

"Bonjour mesdemoiselles."

That much Ruby could understand. But the conversation Christina proceeded to have with the man, in almost perfect French, Ruby didn't even try. Because of course, Christina had learned French at her super expensive boarding school. Ruby had been trying to learn a few words, but her tongue had trouble wrapping around some of the words.

The man motioned for them to move to the left, to a large terrace overlooking the bay. It truly was a sight to behold. The man led them to a table for two by the edge of the terrace, against a metal railing on which some sort of red, thorn-less flowers had been growing. Once they'd sat down, he gave them the menu and said something before disappearing back inside.

"I thought you'd like a table with a nice view," Christina said, pushing her sunglasses up on her head.

"You can admit that you wanted a table with a view," Ruby said as she took off her sunglasses.

"I did," Christina said, her eyes never leaving Ruby.

When the old man returned, he was carrying another, smaller menu, which Ruby assumed had the list of alcohol they served. The man must have been in his sixties, with blue-greenish eyes and a gray mustache. The few graying hairs he had left were hidden under a cap. He placed the menu on the table between them and said, with a heavy French accent:

"Americans, right? On a holiday?"

He seemed genuinely curious, and so Ruby replied:

"We are."

"Where are you from?"

"Chicago."

The man nodded.

"Not often I get people from Chicago. Many from Los Angeles, usually. Welcome to my restaurant. If you need anything, just let me know."

He smiled then returned inside. Ruby looked around. There weren't many people on the terrace, and most of the people seemed French, the restaurant's usual crowd. Perhaps it was because summer was over, and all the American tourists had gone back to work.

"The menu's in French," Christina warned as if Ruby couldn't have figured it out from a simple glance. "Let me know if you need a translation."

"Of course. It's the only reason I brought you here with me. To translate my menu."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27449944/chapters/67105747

Gray November, I've been down since July - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my new wolfwren multi-chapter fic! This is a Modern/Neighbor AU, it is full of angst and hurt/comfort. Here is an extract from the first chapter, and the link to the full story will be at the end!

She sighed and sipped her coffee. Really, this apartment was perfect. It was close to the city center. The view was incredible. The only problem was the balcony itself. She leaned over the railing, and looked at her neighbor’s balcony, which stood a mere three feet from hers. It was a strange design flaw. How could anyone think this was a good idea, she thought just about every morning. She sipped her coffee, then frowned. Those gray curtains weren’t there before. Had someone moved in across from her while she was gone?

Murley stretched on the threshold then stepped onto the balcony. He hopped into an empty pot and curled inside. Sabine kept it empty on purpose, and shifted it every so often so that it got as much sun as it could. Sabine kept her gaze on the curtains across from her. A shadow moved behind them, but the curtains, although they looked flimsy, were opaque enough to hide the figure.

“Hello?” Sabine tried calling.

Their window was shut. They would never hear her over the sounds of the city. She took a sip of coffee and contemplated her options. She could just let it go, move on with her day. Go to the gym like she had planned. She would come across them eventually. But they basically shared a balcony. They should meet sooner rather than later. Her former neighbor used to hang all his socks on his balcony because they were made from expensive cotton, or some silly material, and Murley tried a few times to play with the socks. Needless to say, they fell down four stories more often than any sock ever had. She wanted to meet her new neighbor. But it seemed it would be impossible to catch their attention, unless they actually stepped onto the balcony. She didn’t have all day.

Taking another sip of coffee, she returned inside. Music was still blasting from the kitchen. Sabine set her mug down and grabbed her bagel. She glanced at the speaker. The volume dial was only halfway up. She could crank it more. She turned it up a bit, then a bit more, then a bit more. Rock music flared into the apartment. Sabine glanced at her phone and waited.

It took fifty-nine seconds for someone to come pounding on her door. Sabine smirked and took another sip of coffee. She waited for more pounding, then lowered the music and shouted:

“Coming!”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51672217/chapters/130624462

Thank you for all the Wolfwren fic. I’ve loved every single one of them. I am blown away by how you keep churning them out. Wishing you a wonderful holiday season and a very happy new year. 😊

Thank you very much <3 If I'm being honest I've also surprised myself a lot with how quickly and how many stories I've been able to write since I started but it has been a blast, and I'm really glad you've loved them as well :) Happy holidays to you as well!!

Don’t forget to love each other.

Where on Earth have I been?

(Not that I think anyone really cares, but I’ve been seeing a lot of new subscribers lately and I felt bad for not having posted anything in a while)

I have been extremely busy. First with college, and work on my thesis that was much longer than it should have been (me, writing too much? Shocker, I know) but the teachers agreed it was necessary so everything turned out pretty great. And then I just spent the past two months finally, finally writing a novel! All 105.134 words of it! It may lead to nothing, it may not even see the bottom of an agent’s trashcan or whatever but I’m still pretty proud.

That being said, I cannot confirm when I’ll be back with new fanfictions. I can’t even confirm which ships I’ll be writing about. Only that I need a little break and that I’ll be back to school mid-September which might give me plenty of opportunity to pass the time writing fanfictions!

Have a nice weekend everyone and hopefully see you soon with a new story!

Resistance is Futile - a CindyxAlice fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! This is an extract from my new flower shop/tattoo shop AU oneshot, in which Cindy stubbornly hates Alice because it’s easier than confronting her feelings. It’s a fun story, I promise. If you want to read the whole thing, you’ll find a link to it at the end! Have a nice Sunday!

A minute is enough to change the course of someone's life forever, for good or bad. A flash, an instant, is enough to turn rags to riches and back around. It can be the difference between life and death. One decision, one moment, can lead one's life down a perfectly different path. In the case of Cindy Berman, however, this kind of radical change of life took fifteen minutes, at the very least.

The Milkman's was where they met after work. By six-thirty, the bar was usually crowded beyond belief, so whenever they wanted to have a drink, Cindy would go ahead while Tommy closed shop. Cindy didn't mind. The bar was clean, seemingly decorated by a baseball fan who hadn't seen a game since 1978, with memorabilia on the walls and over the booths. Most of the usual crowd was made up of nearby shop owners. Fier street was the most commercial street in town, and all the people working there made up a small community of kind, fun-loving people.

When Cindy settled in one of the empty booths, a few of the regulars who had already closed up shop welcomed her. She didn't order anything just yet. Tommy would be here any minute, and they would order then.

One after the other, the red leather-bound half-moon booths were filled up, usually by one person sent ahead like Cindy. Then, the rest of the group would arrive, filling up the booth. They too saluted Cindy in passing. She began to lose patience. She checked her phone, wondering what was taking Tommy so long. He closed off the shop on his own almost every evening, he should be here already.

When the front door opened, and the bell above it rang, Cindy was quick to look up. But it wasn't Tommy. It was a young woman, wearing a rock band tee-shirt. Her hair was a short mess of blonde locks. Both of her arms were heavily tattooed. Cindy spotted the image of a large green and orange snake disappearing beneath her sleeve. The woman looked over the room. All the booths were taken, but there were still a few empty tables at the back, and by the bar counter. Cindy watched as, from behind the bar, Ruby talked to the woman. The blonde turned around to face the waitress. There was enough of a brouhaha already, in addition to the music coming from the speakers, that Cindy couldn't make out what they were saying. Soon, Ruby left to pour a drink and the blonde leaned against the counter, waiting. There was a chain tied to the side of her black jeans. Although she wasn't wearing platforms, the sole of her shoes was still giving her an additional half-inch.

The blonde turned around suddenly, leaning her elbows against the bar. Her eyes spotted Cindy staring at her almost immediately. Cindy averted her eyes, pretending she'd only been giving passing glances to the room and not at all staring at the stranger. She made a show of huffing and checking her phone, then looking back up. The blonde was still looking at her. She gave her a wave. Cindy looked away.

Someone sank in the booth beside her and Cindy jumped out of her skin. It was only Tommy, wearing the orange tee-shirt with his shop's logo on it. The Lumberjack, house plants and botanical shop.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for fifteen minutes, at least."

Tommy shrugged.

"The curtain got stuck again."

"The longer you wait to call a repairman, the more you're gonna have to pay to replace it when it breaks down for good."

"I'll do it tomorrow," he said, and she knew he would forget and it wouldn't be done until she called someone for him.

"Anyway, what do you want?" he asked as he slid out of the booth.

"The usual."

She followed him with her eyes and noticed the blonde had disappeared from the bar. She was probably hidden in the growing crowd, Cindy figured.

They lingered in the booth for an hour, drinking a beer each – a light pale lager for Cindy, a tall old ale for Tommy. They talked about everything and anything, about Cindy's classes and Tommy's football friends and the movie they were about to see. When Cindy checked her phone again, it was about time for them to leave and she was thirsty.

"I'm going to get a water and pay," she said as she slid out of the booth.

"Can you get me one too? I'm gonna stop by the bathroom."

Tommy stepped through the crowd, too tall to disappear through it entirely. Cindy gently elbowed her way to the bar and waved Ruby over. However, the waitress was fleeting from one table to the next, serving drinks and picking up empty glasses. When Cindy finally managed to flag someone down, it was the bar's owner, Harry.

"Can I get two waters? And then I'm going to pay."

"Sure thing."

Harry slid down the bar and Cindy drummed her fingers on the countertop, following the rhythm of the music.

"Leaving already? Can I convince you to stay for one more drink?"

FULL STORY HERE

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let it be known i am a marisha ray stan first and human second