#rb fic

(Stan learns he shouldn't give a name to the fae)

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pairing: tom holland x reader

au: demon! tom x angel! reader

summary: angels and demons, heaven and hell, dark and light. how the strange connection between two different species only creates the end of time as the world knew it...or at least they thought

word count: a cute lil 100

a/n: look who’s back and better than ever. not me. but im trying. ive also come to realise that i missed writing for tome and found myself thinking up so many cute plots that i figured i should give it one last attempt to satisfy that feeling and finally write something. so here i am. writing regal beings. okay gnight. i may write this as an oc insert on wattpad if it does well on here uwu.

warnings: honestly, nothing. 

many came to believe that the world would have ended by now, and sure they would have been right if it weren't utterly impossible to predict the future based on prophesied events that remained untrue and almost virtually impossible. of course the world was an ever changing factor of the story to belonging to someone who would dare not swat away a fly from landing on their skin.

alas the inevitable happened and for some it brought them peace, the reassurance of knowing that their soul may rest in peace and for others it brought upon the tragedy. 

meteor: what you said when you first saw me.

Okay, this is more modern au red beauty because why not. I can do what I want. here’s 550+ words of red beauty meeting in a bar and ruby being an absolute boss and taking care of a drunk belle.

Ruby hates her friends. Actually, she doesn’t hate them, they just annoy her because they’re all couples, or in the case of Killian and Emma almost-couples who won’t admit their couple. It makes going out suck because naturally they all pair off to make out or whatever while leaving her alone at the bar.

She’s only three drinks in and everyone is already doing their couple-y thing. David and Mary-Margaret over by the billiards tables and doing more flirting than playing pool. Robin is pretty much pretending to teach Regina how to throw darts even though Regina totally whipped them all at it last week. Meanwhile Ruby has a sneaking suspicion that Killian and Emma are making out in the handicapped bathroom.

She’s about to order another cranberry vodka when there’s a loud crash. She turns to see a small brunette wobbling on the bar stool, a smashed cocktail glass at her feet.

“Bartender…Bartender…” The woman erratically waves a finger in the air. Her teetering becomes more precarious and without thinking Ruby wraps an arm around her shoulder to stabilize her.

The woman jumps at the contact and she moves to punch her. It’s a sloppy swing and Ruby immediately dodges it.

“Hey…hey…hey…it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re okay.”

The brunette looks at her bewildered, her big blue eyes unfocused and hazy with alcohol.

“You’re not R-ru-umble…”

Ruby blinks. “No. I’m not.”

“I don’t feel so good…” she slurs and puts her hand to her mouth. Recognizing all the signs of a drunken vomit session, Ruby immediately helps her off the bar stool and guides her towards the bathroom.

“Bitches clear out!” She barks at the bar flies doing their make-up at the sinks before kicking open a stall.

The brunette immediately crumbles onto her knees and starts violently vomiting. The woman at the sinks make disgusted noises and squawk their indignation and judgment. Ruby glares at them, daring them to say more before crouching down next to the woman. She pulls the woman’s hair back while gently rubbing circles into her back. She whimpers in response and leans her head against the toilet seat.

“I can’t believe I threw up,” she croaks.

“You had a lot to drink,” Ruby replies in a soothing voice. “You okay, honey?”

“No…I hate everything…my ex…my job…my head…me…”

“It’s okay…you’re okay…”

“Not when everything is spinning…”

“You got a name, sweetheart?”

“It’s Lacey…no, no, no, no. It’s not Lacey, that’s what I say to creepy guys and you’re not a creepy guy,” she responds, lifting her head up from the toilet to look at Ruby. A bright smile across her face and it’s breathtaking in a way no one else’s smile has been before. “You’re beautiful. Like an angel. ”

Ruby cannot help it, she laughs. “Thank you, but I’m no angel.”

“You seem pretty angelic to me, nothing is spinning  when I look at you.” she replies, leaning forward a little too close into Ruby’s personal space. She giggles drunkenly. “What a big brown eyes you have.”

“The better to see you with, my dear,” she replies, unable to help the pun.

“You the big bad wolf?”

“Some would say so,” Ruby can’t help herself from flirting, even if it’s with a drunk girl. “But most people call me Ruby.”

“Rubym like a gem,” she says. “I’m Belle.” 

She smiles brightly at her again before bowing her head again in order to upchuck so more. Ruby sighs but continues to hold her hair back.

The things she does for pretty girls.