trinket bag

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“Hey, Y/N?”

You looked up from where you sat reading on your bed to see Sam peering around your doorframe.

“Hey. What’s up?” you asked. He took a few steps in and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he always made your room look smaller. He was fidgeting with his hands and you saw his eyes dart quickly to the small gift bag and bow Charlie had given you last time you’d seen her; an early Christmas bag of trinkets and candy.

“Remember when I asked you for a Christmas wishlist?” Sam asked. You tilted your head and pursed your lips, thinking.

“Not really, no.”

Sam sighed and looked at you a moment, waiting, but you just laughed.

“What? I really don’t remember.”

“Last month,” he said. “We were staking out a hunt near the outlet mall and I asked what you wanted. You called me a huge dork for starting my Christmas shopping so early.”

“Oh yeah, I do remember calling you a huge dork,” you grinned. Sam tried his best to look unamused, but settled for a tight smile instead.

“You never gave me a list,” he said. You closed your book and pushed it to the side, drawing a deep breath in as you thought about what you might ask for for Christmas, but came up empty.

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On the tenth day of Christmas

My true love gave to me: ten Christmas wishes, nine sleepless visits, eight failed photos, seven feet of Christmas tree, six mistletoe kisses, five duets to sing, four mugs of cocoathree dozen cookiestwo sheriffs’ partiesand an angel who has trouble cooking turkey

“Hey, Y/N?”

You looked up from where you sat reading on your bed to see Sam peering around your doorframe.

“Hey. What’s up?” you asked. He took a few steps in and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he always made your room look smaller. He was fidgeting with his hands and you saw his eyes dart quickly to the small gift bag and bow Charlie had given you last time you’d seen her; an early Christmas bag of trinkets and candy.

“Remember when I asked you for a Christmas wishlist?” Sam asked. You tilted your head and pursed your lips, thinking.

“Not really, no.”

Sam sighed and looked at you a moment, waiting, but you just laughed.

“What? I really don’t remember.”

“Last month,” he said. “We were staking out a hunt near the outlet mall and I asked what you wanted. You called me a huge dork for starting my Christmas shopping so early.”

“Oh yeah, I do remember calling you a huge dork,” you grinned. Sam tried his best to look unamused, but settled for a tight smile instead.

“You never gave me a list,” he said. You closed your book and pushed it to the side, drawing a deep breath in as you thought about what you might ask for for Christmas, but came up empty.

“I think…it’s because I don’t want anything,” you said with a shrug. Sam came all the way in your room now and sat on the edge of your bed. He opened the front cover of your book before letting it fall shut again.

“Really? No new books? No music? A gift card to somewhere?” he asked. You reached towards him, cupping his face in your hand, running your thumb lightly over his cheekbone.

“Sam, we’re hunters,” you said. “We don’t know if we’re going to make it to tomorrow, so asking for a gift card to Bed, Bath, and Beyond just seems a little unnecessary to me.”

Sam took your hand in his, placing his other on the underside so that it was gently clasped between them. He looked at them instead of your eyes as he spoke.

“I get that, I do. But I care about you, Y/N. A lot. I know—we’re hunters and even doing something normal like celebrating the holidays is kind of out of our wheelhouse, but I just like the idea of getting you something you wouldn’t get for yourself.”

“Well, Sam, spoiler alert: you already did,” you said softly. He met your eyes then, gave you a minute shake of his head.

“When?”

“It’s you, you huge dork,” you said, giving his shoulder a small push with your free hand. He let out a breathy, surprised laugh, letting it light his whole face up. “I never expected you to come into my life like you have; I never would have gotten you for myself.”

Sam raised his eyebrows, grinning.

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

He lingered a moment more, looking just past you with that smile still on his face, letting your words play on repeat in his mind. Finally, he looked to you again as you jerked your head towards the door.

“Get out of here, you giant,” you said, half teasing. “Let me read my book.”

He leaned in to kiss you quickly before standing from your bed and heading towards the door, but you called his name to stop him just before he got to the hallway. He turned to look at you.

“Even though I told you not to get me anything, you should know I got you something really good for Christmas,” you said. He narrowed his eyes at you immediately, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What’d you get me?” he asked warily. You kept your face nonchalant, throwing a small shrug his way.

“Just something awesome. Super classy. Something I know you’re going to love.”

If it were possible, he narrowed his eyes further, taking a few steps back toward you.

“Did you spend money on me?” he asked. You stared him down a second longer before reaching to Charlie’s gift bag and stealing its bow, placing it on top of your head and breaking into a wide smile.

“Surprise!” you said loudly, throwing your arms out on either side. “Your gift is me!”

Sam’s expression remained the same and he crossed the distance to you, placing both hands on your shoulders, looking at the back of your shirt and then letting go. His eyes roamed over you, from your face to your toes, and you dropped your arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Just checking to see if you left the tag on so I can exchange it…” he murmured before bringing his eyes to meet yours, mischief on his face.

“You’re a brat,” you said, but still he leaned in close so that he was just a breath away, his lips just barely brushing yours.

“You’re right,” he said, bringing his hands to run through your hair. “I love my gift.”

On high seas

@wouldbekingofall

He needed to get out, this town was taking him no where and he is tired of being known as only a street rat. He takes everything he owns, a small bag of trinkets he found through the years and his harmonica. Sneaking on the ship was easy, finding a spot even wasn’t hard. But Lev isn’t looking forward to trying to stay hidden while also stealing food and water enough so he doesn’t die trying to start over. They set sail, and at this point Lev guessed they’ve been sailing for about three hours. Suddenly as he settles into a light sleep, he feels a rough hand lift him by his hair and drag him up to the deck. He is tossed into the center of a circling of the crew. He looks around with panicked forest eyes. Then he sees who he can only assume is the Captian and his breath all but stops in fear. “damn…”