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tenjouu · 6 years

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lancelot x reader; the second biggest love potion fiasco in cradle since the days of alice i (1/4)

Your first ball goes as well as you might expect. A four-part story about love potions, balls, and pining.

The finer details of upper echelon and nobility in Cradle are a little lost on you—but from what you’ve gathered, the Red Army has close ties with the genteel classes, and it’s especially the duty of officers to make public appearances and the like in Red Territory. You remembered Queen Elizabeth II abolished debutante balls back in your own world—but judging by the number of young women in formidable gowns at this one, Cradle was far from following suit.

Edgar had assured you that there would be a lot of women your age. All thirteen officers had been invited, as well as young soldiers from each squad, and Edgar asked if you wanted to go, heavily implying that you could meet some nice women to make nice women friends with. He thought that he’d piqued your interest that way and not at all by the promise of inviting, luxurious, high quality fine dining—but still, you demurred at the thought of being thrust into a world that you knew absolutely nothing about, i.e. the upper class.

But the day of—this morning—you received orders by a young page, from King Lancelot himself, to attend as a special guest. You thought to yourself then that it couldn’t be helped, since King Lancelot had required your attendance.

This marks your first ball in Cradle. But this also marks the one of many times you’re standing near the wall at a party, right by the table of food and drinks as everyone else mingles further in.

Special though your designation may be, you’re fairly sure you just stand out with your extraordinary...plainness. Most of the men and women around you are in suit and gown, and you—in the most respectable summer dress you have.

Which, when Jonah looked at you, it had been evident he’d wanted to say something but by then you were both in the same carriage and it was too late to turn back.

At least no gown means no corset and no crinoline because you’ve got to make room for the finger foods and punches somehow!

You’ve tried almost everything except for the glittering purple punch. Edgar is, as of right now, rotating a series of women on his arm, guiding them here and there. Zero did kept you company for a while, sipping orange juice together, but an old boarding school instructor called him over and that was that. Kyle was helping someone who’d fallen a little ill—on duty even when off—and then Jonah and King Lancelot had disappeared off to somewhere with a gaggle of nobles at the very beginning.

You’ve been told it’s tradition for the Red King to start the dance.

Because he’d asked you to attend, you do hope (a small part of you) that King Lancelot might choose his first partner to be you. You wonder at the way his gaze has recently become softer, and a little less lonely—and then, a little sadly, you decide to hope for something a little smaller and muse that if you at least get to dance with him, then it would be nice. If not even that much, then just watching him dance is fine too. You wonder if King Lancelot would choose one of the women in the group he’d departed with.

Speaking of which, it’s been a while—

“These strawberries are to die for,” Jonah gushes next to you.

He’s returned then. You don’t see King Lancelot anywhere...

“You should try the tarts too,” you suggest meekly, and Jonah whips his head around at the sound of your voice.

“Alice,” he says with exasperation.

You shuffle your feet awkwardly.

“Mingle,” he huffs. He sounds not unlike an admonishing parent telling their child to socialize. “Didn’t you come here to meet people?”

It sounds more righteous than your true reason, so you nod—but his eyes narrow.

“No. Never mind. I know you.” Busted. Jonah takes the fruit punch out of your hand. “You need to save room for the main course, silly girl. Come. The dance is starting soon. I, Jonah Clemence, will dance with you.” He pauses. “So wipe that anxious look off your face!”

Daydreams of dancing with King Lancelot aside, it occurs to you that you really don’t know how to dance. “I can’t dance,” you say quickly, scrabbling for the cup of punch he so cruelly seized. “Please—I haven’t even tried the macarons—” Desperate, you blurt, “They even have strawberry fondant on the cake—!”

Jonah is affronted. “As if I would be lured by such a thing!” he cries out. He places the fruit punch firmly on the table and pulls you by the hand. “You’re dancing now, Alice. And then we’ll try the strawberry fondant after.”

“But the punch—”

“The punch can wait! King Lancelot is about to choose!”

You and Jonah are some ways off from the main crowd, but King Lancelot towers. From this distance, you admire him. His gaze seems to sweep the room searchingly—and you marvel at the focus in his brilliant blue eyes, but you notice that the loneliness returned, his sight far away, and you find yourself discouraged. He closes his eyes—as if he didn’t find what he’d been looking for.

Jonah, dragging you along, simultaneously works himself up into a frenzy over not being by King Lancelot’s side at such a key moment—in an instant, the lights dim to a single ray. King Lancelot has chosen. The two of you reach the edge of the crowd just in time to see him draw a beautiful woman into his arms.

It is enchanting. King Lancelot himself is of the same regal beauty, and together, they shimmer like diamonds under the silver spotlight. Your heart beats faster at the sight of them. The composure to be the first partner of the Red King...you certainly don’t possess it. You doubt that you’d have it in you to be any of the partners thereafter—

“It’s our turn, Alice,” Jonah announces, pulling you in as the room lights up again. Other couples begin to spin.

“I really have no idea how to dance,” you swear.

“Then I shall teach you,” he replies confidently, giving you a grin. “Follow my lead.”

Jonah tries his best.

But in the end, not even he can weather your formidable two left feet. His own feet will rue this day. You aren’t as remorseful as you would have been—but as it were, you did warn him.

“I give,” Jonah finally gasps after ten minutes of dancing.

He pulls you both out from the circle and back towards the strawberry fondant. You have an inkling of a feeling that he’s taking pity on you, because he looks positively beat—but you aren’t in any better shape. Your back’s all sore from the posture correction, and some of your hair is plastered to your face in sweat. You don’t know how the other ladies here do it. They still look as beautiful as when you first saw them.

Even now, you realize you’re staring at a particularly pretty girl and you turn away, flushing.

“You’re beyond me, Alice,” Jonah is saying. “Even the Queen of Hearts is no match for you—”

Truly, you suppose. You know what you looked like out there on the floor—a bumbling fool.

“Sorry,” you say glumly.

“Don’t be,” Jonah answers swiftly.

You look over to him, blinking, and he offers you an understanding smile; it cheers you up a little.

“It’s your first ball, right? You should partake in the full experience. And if I’d left you here, you’d spoil your appetite drinking all the punch, and you’d just stand here alone without dancing, just eating—”

You flush at the (accurate) picture he’s painting of you. “Thank you, Jonah,” you hurriedly interject. “I see that your intentions were kind.”

Jonah, pleased that you’ve given him your thanks, simply shrugs. “Besides,” he continues merrily, “you need to practice way more before I’ll let you dance with King Lancelot.”

“W-What?” you stutter and, out of nervousness, laugh. You pour yourself a generous amount of royal purple punch with trembling hands. “I don’t know what you mean. Don’t be silly. I wasn’t—” In fact, you were, though, so instead of continuing, you gulp down the entire cup, looking anywhere but at Jonah.

Jonah’s probably arching a quizzical brow. “Silly,” he repeats, but a wave of nausea suddenly passes over you, and everything he says thereafter you miss entirely.

Your hands fly to your mouth and you make a noise. That punch...!

“—I’ll have you know that every woman at this ball would give both an arm and a leg to—Alice? You’re looking rather pale—”

You shake your head a little desperately and turn to hurry away. You don’t know where a washroom is but you’ll just have to find one—but as you rush, keeping your eyes down, you bump right into someone.

A warm hand comes up to your shoulder to steady you.

“Sorry!” you say quickly, looking up—finding King Lancelot—

“Alice,” he says, and something tugs deep in the wells of your heart and drags the chambers beneath the hollow of your stomach, like the windings of a wild rollercoaster. The blood drains from your face and you hurriedly bow in apology and make a run for it, leaving both the King and Queen of Hearts in your wobbly wake.

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sammy-moo · 7 years

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The Hunter’s Son Pt. 7

Characters: Sam x Reader (Eventually), Dean, OMC (Jonah), Bobby, and Krissy

Summary: During a missing childrens’ case, Sam runs into a familiar face and one that looks much like his own. Now Sam has to tackle something just as difficult as hunting: fatherhood

Words: 1,936

Warnings: Angst, character death

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You were stuck at the house pacing while the hours ticked by. They had been gone all day and you had no sign from any of them. Your maternal instincts were kicking as the ominous feeling settled in. Without much thought you called Sam. As it kept ringing, you began to hope he would answer. Just as soon as the worst thought entered your mind he answered. He didn’t utter a word.

“Sam? Is everything okay?”

Sam gulped thickly, “N- no. Not really. It’s- it’s Bobby.”

Your eyes widened as he continued talking. His voice was quivering as he held back the tears, hope still lingering.

“He was shot and they’re trying what they can right now….”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can Sam…”

“What? No, Y/N please… Just, please stay where you are. I don’t need the leviathans getting to you or Jonah.”

“Sam, I know what hurts them. I can protect Jonah if we run into any of them please. Bobby has grown to become someone I’d like to call family. I wanna be there to support the two of you and him.”

Sam sighed, “Y/N just listen to me please. The last thing I need right now is to lose the two of you. I’ll call you if anything changes.” Sam was practically choking on his words when he hung up the phone. He sighed as tears threaten to spill, rubbing his palm gently. Sure enough, it was all real.

After the call ended you shoved your phone into your pocket. You then led Jonah outside to the nearest vehicle. Sadly it was locked leaving you to quickly look up a video how to get it open and hotwire the vehicle. You prayed and cursed under your breath until the engine roared to life.

“Thank god… Alright Jonah get in.”

Jonah climbed in, completely confused as to what was happening. “Mom are we leaving?”

You waited till he was buckled up before driving, focusing on the road. You white knuckled the wheel the entire way, “No Sweetheart. We’re just going to go see Bobby and the boys right now. Something happened and they need our support okay?”

Jonah frowned a bit, “Okay…”

It didn’t take long for you to find the trauma center. You parked and hurried in with Jonah behind you. You found Sam sitting outside Bobby’s room, completely shaken up.

“Sam….”

His hazel eyes quickly darted to you and Jonah. He hurried towards the two of you, keeping his voice low.

“I thought I told you to stay there.”

“I know but Sam I’m not staying put. If there’s something we can do- something I can do, then I’m not gonna be a sitting duck. Besides, if he really is as bad as what you said then Jonah deserves to say goodbye….”

Jonah frowned and looked up to the two of you, “What do you mean goodbye?”

Sam gulped and knelt down to look at Jonah, placing his gentle hands on his son’s shoulders. “Jonah, during our mission Bobby was shot… We don’t know if he’s going to pull through or not. So right now I just want you to sit with your mom okay?”

Jonah nodded and joined you in the seats. Sam took the seat beside you and you took his hand in yours, rubbing his arm gently. Sam smiled a bit at you as Dean finally came back.

It was clear Dean was denying the chance of Bobby dying. He was hoping he’d pull through and make it. That’s what he was convincing himself.

When a few nurses walked by and talked about Bobby, it peaked Sam’s interest.

“If you wanna see him, squeeze in there while you can.”

Sam and Dean quickly went into the room.

“I wanna go too!” Jonah hurried after them.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you followed your son. He squeezed himself between Sam and Dean to look at Bobby. You decided to stay by Dean at the foot of Bobby’s bed.

“I’m sorry but we need to get moving,” stated one of the nurses in the doorway.”

“Hey uhm Bobby… Just thanks,” Sam said grabbing Bobby’s hand. “For everything.”

“Alright please step back.”

All four of you listened until Bobby reached for Sam’s hand. Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. Bobby woke up and Dean gave Bobby a pen. Bobby wrote onto Sam’s hand, grunting.

“Idjits,” Bobby said faintly as the monitor soon flatlined.

“Bobby! Hey!”

You were all ushered out as nurses and doctor’s hurried into the room.

Jonah was hiding his face in Sam’s leg as you three watched them try to save Bobby. However, they didn’t succeed.

Dean gulped thickly as tears threatened to spill, his brother matching his features. Your eyes watered up.

“W- we should get Jonah outta here….”

Sam gulped thickly and nodded, lifting his son up. “Good idea…”

During the drive Jonah finally spoke up. Questions seemed to stream out after another until Dean snapped. He had pushed his emotions back while anger slowly built up. You answered each question your son had to the best of your ability, trying to make sure he would understand.

“So Grandpa Bobby isn’t gonna teach me stuff no more?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Dean interrupted.

“Just stop asking questions Jonah! Bobby is dead and they couldn’t save him! He’s not coming back!”

Jonah flinched and Sam glared at his brother.

“Dean what the hell,” Sam asked lowly. “He’s just a kid! He doesn’t know. He’s just trying to understand so don’t yell at him.”

Dean sighed heavily, “Fine!”

You rubbed Jonah’s back as Dean soon pulled up to the safe house.

Three weeks dragged as the three of you poured yourselves over the numbers. Most of the weeks had been silent and long spent on trying to figure out just what they meant. The only voice that would echo throughout the silent home was Jonah’s when he asked questions, or stated he was bored or hungry- sometimes both.

Papers and articles of Dick Roman decorated one of the walls. Dean was standing before it trying to think of something- anything. Dean wanted to go find Frank about the numbers, meanwhile Sam wanted to check on the girl who called. Jonah wanted to tag along and Sam agreed to it. Especially since the hunter’s kid could probably keep Jonah company. Being around someone close to age might help, especially since he can’t go to school.

You finished up your shower and got dressed, stepping into the living area frowning, “Where’s Sam and Jonah?”

Dean turned to look at you as he grabbed his stuff, “Damn it Sam… Some kid called looking for Bobby. He thinks it might be a hunter’s kid so he went to check it out. He took Jonah with him.”

“He did what!? Are you kidding me? Jonah could get injured or killed! He always tells me to stay out of it yet he can take our son into the line of danger!?”

“Hey, hey, easy there Momma Bear,” Dean said calmly. “I’m sure Jonah will be fine. He only took him with so he could be around another kid. It’s been months since he’s even gotten to be in school. He thought it would be good for him.”

You sighed and ran a hand through your damp hair, “Next time he pulls this shit he better tell me first.”

“And I agree. But I’m not leaving you here alone. Grab a bag and come with me. We’re gonna see what’s taking Frank so damn long with these numbers.”

You nodded and followed Dean out to the car.

“Besides, aren’t you wanting him to get closer with Jonah anyways?”

“Yes well… I don’t want him hunting…. I understand he wants to but it’s dangerous and I don’t wanna lose him.”

Dean nodded and put the car into gear, driving away from the house. “Look I get it. Honestly, you deserve a lot more credit than what you think. Unlike my dad, we didn’t get to enjoy the luxuries of childhood. It’s nice you want Jonah to experience it, but I honestly think he needs to learn basics. He needs to know how to defend himself, especially since none of us will always be around.”

“I know Dean… I just, I would rather discuss it with Sam before I just agree to it without him knowing. Last time he didn’t know something was the box ordeal…”

“Because that went smoothly,” retorted Dean.

You glared over at him, “I was scared okay.”

Dean chuckled softly and pulled up to speak with Frank. The two of you went in and things went smoothly until Frank pointed a gun towards the two of you. With some coaxing from Dean, the guns were put away. Dean was the first one to cut himself to prove he didn’t bleed black goo. He then looked to you.

“What? No.”

“You wanted to learn about hunting and everything in between. Besides, I’d rather not Frank shoot us here over you being a damn chicken.”

You snatched the knife from Dean and quickly sliced your forearm like Dean did a few seconds prior. You winced and clutched your hand into a ball from the pain as the blood oozed out. Dean noticed your expression and quickly added some pressure to it.

“First time is always the worst.”

You gulped and cleaned the knife off before looking to Frank, “Your turn.”

“Whoa I’m obviously not,” he stated.

“Fair is fair douchebag,” Dean growled out.

Dean was poker faced as he drove, Jonah and Krissy sat in the back.

Every part of you wanted to stay back with Jonah, but there was no way you were letting Dean go on his own to get taken by what had previously taken Sam. Of course, even with Krissy tagging along you had no idea what she was capable of.

Krissy began to ask questions, surprised that Sam had went to college.

“Yeah, Sam went to college. Made Jonah back there too.”

Krissy rolled her eyes.

“You know, you could go to college too. Be a hunter/pediatrician.”

Thankfully it didn’t take long to get to the truck stop. Dean then followed the truck. He pretended to want a fist bump until he cuffed her.

“You and Jonah are staying here. Y/N,” Dean groaned a bit. “You’re with me….”

You gulped and followed Dean in. It would be the first time you’d help them hunt anything.

It was going great until Dean was struggling. You had to act fast as you grabbed the knife, getting the blond off of Dean. Things seemed to finally point in your direction, until Krissy and Jonah ran in.

The other grabbed hold of Krissy, threatening to bite into her if you didn’t drop the knife.

You looked to Krissy’s father then back to Krissy, dropping the knife.

Everything seemed to happen quickly from there. Krissy and Sam stabbed both the vetalas.

Soon after that Krissy’s dad was admitted into the hospital. Dean went into visit him with Jonah while you stayed behind with Sam.

Sam gulped thickly, “Y/N, I can--”

“Sam, next time you take our son somewhere just please…. Give me a heads up? Especially if it’s a hunt. I want to know where he is if something happens.”

“I will. I promise. I’m sorry I just thought it would be good for him to be around Krissy.”

You nodded, “Sam, it’s okay. I’m not pissed about it anymore.”

Sam nodded, “Right. Let’s uh, let’s go see how Krissy’s dad is doing…”

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