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phenomenalgirl9 · 5 months

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Kim Seokjin x Reader: A Good Doctor

Summary: Jin didn't know what he was signing up for when he left the ICU from a long shift that night when he heard a noise from the supply room.

W/c: 1.2k

A/n: Happy Birthday to our WWH!! This has been in my to write list for a long time happy that I finally managed to write it down

⚠️ Warning: Talk of death, murder and blood, bullets and stuff. Nothing Grotesque, just mentions.

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Jin wasn't really the courageous type and hence he was never keen on the graveyard shifts, especially on the 6th floor. Don't get him wrong he loves his job even the graveyard shifts but there is something about the 6th floor where the ICU ward is that sets him off. That silence is so eerie (it's totally not because he heard two grandma's discussing that the 7th floor was haunted way back during his intern years). He stepped outside the room and sighed, it was finally over, the 36 hour shifts are just killers. All he was required was to walk across the whole corridor and reach the lift, wait for it and climb on it and take a shower in the locker room and rush back to his apartment, to his bed. He's halfway there when he heard a sound, in the supplies room, his eyes went wide, all the on-call nurses and interns were in the room when he left and the light was off. He shook his head to himself and started speed walking, “its nothing, its nothing” Jin chanted to himself. He reached the end of the corridor and pressed the button to call the lift, when he heard another sound and what sounded like a grunt. The lift arrived and Jin sighed. “uh!” He ruffled his own hair and walked back, towards the supplies room. He slowly opened the door and found the lamp for an aisle lit. “Oh god” he sighed as cold sweat formed on his forehead, is this how he'd die? Of a ghost in the supplies room? He thought as he stepped towards the aisle, grabbing the first thing he found on the table as he entered.

He saw a female silhouette, oh shit it was about to turn and Jin picked that thing up and used it.

“Hey, hey! HEY!” a voice yelled, a female voice, throwing the sanitizer bottle away from his hand. “Please don't kill me” he said, “why would I kill you?” The woman asked in awe. “You're… you're a ghost?” Jin said, unsure.

“Am I dead?!” The woman said, touching her face “but I don't feel death. What kinda doctor are you?!” She said and she flinched seemingly in pain. That was when Seokjin noticed her appearance. She wore a blue shirt with dark patches on it, that was open from the front revealing her shoulder that was shot, she also had several cut wounds on the exposed parts of her arm.

Jin felt like the air from his lungs, all his life he's always been into studies. In school, then prep for medicals, in med school, internship, he barely got enough time. But something about this woman intrigued him. He released the situation and came out of his thoughts.

“Who are you? Why are you here” Jin asked, finally realising. “I am nobody and if you wanna live to see tomorrow, you will walk out of here and act like you've never seen anyone” she said.

“Y/n” another man entered the room, he was tall but had a boyish face, he wore a leather jacket, jeans and combat boots. “Who are you?” He immediately questioned and pulled out his gun and pointed it towards Seokjin who immediately put his hands up.

“No don't” she said but immediately clutched her stomach, groaning.

“Ma'am are you hurt?” Seokjin asked and noticed another bandage hidden behind the shirt on her torso. “You're bleeding” Jin said and The other guy retorted “yeah no shit, that's what happens when you get stabbed” he said. And Jin’s eyes went wide. “Who are you?” Jin said, as he rushed to hold you when you were about to collapse. The other guy rushed to help him as they made her sit down on a chair.

“We need to take you to the emergency room, or this way you'll bleed out” Jin said.

“Help her, doctor” the guy said. “Tae, no. Its fine, I'll manage, just take me back” Y/n said.

“I can't leave you without treatment like this” Jin said. “Then help her” Tae said, again “please she can't die” he added. “You'll have to get admitted, lets-” Jin was interrupted by, Tae. “Didn't you take the hippocratic oath?! Does it say anything about admission? Or helping!” He pinched and Jin flinched, he noticed Y/n’s pale face and sighed. We need to get to a better and cleaner place but how do we leave? Without being spotted?” Jin wondered. “We've taken down the cameras” Y/n mumbled and Jin shook his head. The two picked her up.

“Why are we in a dentist’s room?” Y/n whisper yelled. And Jin stated “this is the only department that's closed at night”.

Tae, whom Jin got to know as Kim Taehyung, is Y/n’s cousin. Tae went out to do a parameter check.

“My arranged fiancé killed my father and then tried to kill me too. We had a fight until Tae came and helped me. The moment I get spotted he'll send people and get me killed” she said. “I'm so sorry” Jin uttered “you don't have to tell me.” Jin said.

“He was looking right into my eyes as he attacked me right after telling me what he did to my father” She continued, a stray tear sliding down, Jin hesitated but decided to do it. He rubbed away the tear from your cheek. “Did you like him?” Jin asked. She shook her head and said “my father did. I never wanted to continue all this, I always wanted to dismantle all this and start something peaceful and lasting. So my father arranged my marriage with his secretary. His father worked for my dad for a long time and after he passed away, the son started working. Dad thought he was capable of handling our company” a bittersweet smile played on her lips. “What are you gonna do now then?” Jin asked in curiosity. She shrugged “Taehyung says I should get back what's mine, but I don't know. Maybe I'll run away, I could simply tell him to keep all that, just give me my things, and to not come after me” she said, looking down. “Be sure to do what feels right to you” Dr Jin said and pulled out a visiting card and handed her “if- incase you need some patching up again, you know” he stuttered.

Y/n smiled and kept the card in her pocket, and took a deep breath, she felt tired, “sleep, Y/n ssi. You're safe” Jin uttered.

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“Uh.. Tae?” You groaned, and immediately he rushed to your side. “Y/n! Y/n! Are you okay?” The poor boy asked. “Oh my god Taehyung, were you crying?” You asked as he wiped his tears. “I'm fine, it's not my first time being shot you know” you said. “So it's your first time being stabbed?” Another familiar voice asked and you looked at Jin and smiled. “I've been slashed by blades but yeah, it was my first stab” You nodded. “I hoped it's the last one, he barely missed the vital points,” Jin said.

“Y/n, the car is here” Taehyung said, and you looked at Jin who just smiled, not the happy kind though.

The two of them helped you get down and on a wheelchair. Jin guided you two out saving you from the eyes of many people.

“Hey Doctor” you called him as he was about to leave back inside. He came back, and you signaled him to come to your level. You slightly pulled him by his collar and pressed your lips to his cheeks. “Until next time, doctor” you said with a smirk, leaving a very red eared him.

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 12

Word Count: 2,510

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: I literally have no clue what happened the frist time, but let’s try this again. When last we left this story, (Y/N) had just had a steamy encouter with Joel. Now with Svech back at the suite hurt, let’s find out what happens. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all!

A quick run downstairs and a check-in with Carly told you that everything at the hotel was running smoothly. You gave her a recap of what had happened with Svech and told her that you were heading back upstairs to be with him at least until Joel and Dougie got back from practice. By the time you got back up to the suite, the boys were just heading out the door. "Ready to head up to bed?" You asked Svech and his eyebrow shot up. Obviously, you didn't mean it that way as the man was in no way able to perform. Or was he?

"Sure," he said eagerly then hobbled on his crutches to the elevator with you. It took a few minutes to get him into his shared bedroom with Joel, but once you did you propped his foot up on a stack of pillows, making sure to take extra care with it, so as to not cause him any more pain than necessary.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah," he mumbled and you could see the tiredness in his eyes.

"Do you need anything else?"

"I don't think so."

You dug through your bag and placed the bell you'd found in one of the offices on the nightstand. "Here, in case you need me, just ring this. I'll be downstairs doing some work, but will be up in a flash." He looked so young and innocent just lying there and you swept a bit of hair that had fallen onto his forehead away. "Get some rest."

You went to leave, but he grabbed your wrist, tugging you back in his direction, which caused you to stumble and land awkwardly on his chest; your face a mere inches away from his. He didn't say anything, just cupped your cheek with his free hand and brought your lips to his. It was soft, yet with the right kind of pressure, and he sought entrance to your mouth with a simple glide of his tongue to your lips. You opened for him, deepening the kiss. Svech was gorgeous there was no denying that, but at the same time you felt a little bad after doing what you'd done with Joel last night and now you were kissing his teammate. Though when he moaned into your mouth all thought of that left.

Gently you pushed back from the kiss. "Svech, what are you doing?"

"I want you, (Y/N). I have from the moment I saw you in this bubble a few weeks ago." You tried to think back about running into him at any point before the Canes had actually transferred to your hotel but couldn't recall a time that the two of you met. "Don't worry, I don't expect you to remember. I would come here to play tennis. Well, not really, it was just an excuse to see you. You're so beautiful." His hand caressed your body lightly as he spoke and it ignited a fire deep within you. "I know I'm younger than you, but it doesn't mean that I can't satisfy you."

"Svech it's not that..." For really it wasn't. You had no doubt that he was good in bed, it was just, well, his injury and all.

He must have caught on to your hesitation. "I'm fine I swear, though you'll have to be on top. I just think this is really the optimal time. The guys are gone and won't be around for a couple hours. Say you want me too."

There was a pleading look in his eyes, this sort of need to be wanted. Your body definitely couldn't deny that you craved him. It was just your head that wasn't in sync. You threw caution to the wind and decided to just give in to what your body wanted this time; not that you hadn't been doing that all along. "I want you too."

His hand went to the back of your neck and he drug you down to his lips again for a hard and searing kiss. "Undress for me, beautiful." He whispered out and you stepped back from the bed. Slowly, you unzipped your skirt, then shimmied it down your hips to fall on the floor. Your hands worked each button on your blouse revealing your soft supple skin to his gaze, and look he did. There was a hunger in his eyes as the top fell to the floor and you stood there in only a bra and thong. "Fuck you're gorgeous." He sat up and shucked his shirt over his head before propping himself up against the headboard a bit. "Don't stop now."

A small giggle escaped you at his eagerness. Your hands went to the clasp of your bra, releasing the globes for their confines. Holding the bra with one hand, you let the straps slide off your shoulders, then dropped the garment. You cupped your breasts, gently squeezing them and pulling on the nipples. Svech sucked in a breath of air and you saw him bite down gently on his bottom lip. Your eyes dropped to his crotch, where you could see his erection growing even through his shorts.

Hooking the elastic of your panties, you wiggled them over your hips and glided them down your legs. There was a visible wetness in the crotch that you knew Svech could see, letting him know how badly you wanted him. You sashed back over to the bed, then slid your hand down his chest and abs to the waistband of his shorts. "We're going to need to do something about these." He lifted his hips up, using his upper body strength and you slid them along with his boxers down. It was a bit tricky getting them over his boot, but you managed.

Once that task was accomplished, you went back up and kissed him. "You know you're a really good nurse." He laughed and you joined in, as you straddled his hips.

"Well, I try. Gotta keep my patients happy." His hands went to your hips, while you used his shoulders to steady yourself. "Let me know if I hurt you in any way."

"You're killing me now because I want to be inside you." You chuckled, then took his cock in your one hand and guided it to your entrance. You coated him a bit in your wetness before sinking down on him. "Fuck you feel amazing. So wet...and..." He didn't say anything more as you began to move up and down on his length. "Oh...yeah...fuck..." There was an endless stream of moans out of his mouth. When you swiveled your hips, he almost lost it. "Do that again."

"You're quite the demanding patient," you hissed out as you rode his cock.

"Can't help...it..." he panted. "I've wanted...this...oh fuck...for...mmm...yeah just like that....so long...faster baby." His hips started to rise up, thrusting into you, and you were concerned that he would be putting pressure on his bad foot. Your mind was so lost in making sure that he wasn't hurt, you'd knew that you'd never get off. "I'm so close...are you?"

You weren't but you didn't tell him that. Instead, you grabbed his hand on your hip and moved it to your clit. "I need you to..." you moaned out as he started to rub your little nub, grabbing onto the headboard now to steady you both. "Mmmm...yeah." His movements got faster pushing you to that familiar crest you wanted.

You could feel him tighten his grip with the hand that still held your hip and knew he was close. "Come on baby," he encouraged you and flicked your clit more. It was all you needed, as you screamed out in ecstasy as your orgasm came over you. "Fuck," Svech moaned as your pussy spasmed around him and he thrust deep in you, cumming hard. You were both breathing heavily as you came down off your high and it took a moment for you to collect yourself. As you made a move to roll off him, he held you tightly. "Don't go just yet."

"You've got to be uncomfortable like this." After all, you were practically lying on top of him.

"Quite the opposite, really. Besides, I don't know if we'll get another chance at this. I plan on savoring the moment." His fingertips skated up and down your spine. "You're really something, you know that?"

"I don't know about all that."

"I know I wouldn't have a shot, but if I was a few years older and maybe had a bit more experience in the league. I'd try and steal you away from everyone else here."

“You make me sound like I’m ancient or something. I’m only a few years older than you.”

His hands skimmed up and down your body, fingertips gliding along your ribcage and making you shiver. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…I can’t even take you out to dinner in Raleigh and buy a bottle of wine.” Damn, you forgot the boy was under twenty-one. You really should’ve thought about things before you jumped into bed with him. Why did your libido have to run rampant around these men? “These guys here are probably showering you with expensive gifts and I just can’t compete with them, though I wish I could. I’d give you the world if I could.”

“Aww Andrei, the fact that you want to do something like that, is just so sweet.” You placed a gentle kiss on his lips. You needed to diffuse the situation before things got too out of hand or the next thing you know he’d be asking for your hand in marriage or something. “I think you’ve had a little too much prescription medication.” He went to protest but you stopped him placing a finger to his lips. “This was fun, but you should rest. Besides I’m sure the others will be back soon.” He nodded as if he finally understood that nothing more was going to happen between the two of you. It was then that you climbed off him and out of bed, picking up your scattered clothes before kissing him one last time. “Get some sleep. If you need anything just ring the bell.”

The tile floor on the hallway felt cold as you made your way down to your room so that you could change into something more comfortable. Hearing Andrei’s declaration really made you start to think. Maybe you should be looking for more than just a fling here and there. Tyler was begging you to let him come to Toronto if the Stars lost or have you fly there if they continued on; maybe it was time to seriously start to consider his offer.

The rest of the morning you buried yourself in paperwork until Dougie and Joel got back early afternoon. Then they took over nursing duties, or at the very minimum getting their teammate food when he wanted. You were still in a cropped hoodie and leggings when you headed downstairs to see how things were going. Thankfully, no one had set the hotel on fire, which was a major accomplishment considering all the rival teams you had under one roof.

“So how goes it with your three roommates?” Carly asked you wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“You don’t even want to know.”

“Of course, I do. I’m living vicariously through you now that Brayden and I are together. Spill the juicy details.”

“Juicy details about what?” You knew that voice, before turning to see that Mat Barzal was standing there, a sheer sheen of sweat lightly coating his forehead, telling you that he had been working out. His shirt clung to his body in all the right places. And those thighs. Ugh! It should be downright illegal to have thighs as muscular as his and shorts that tight.

“We were just talking about…” Carly started to say before you elbowed her.

“It’s just about someone that works here in the hotel. You probably wouldn’t know them, considering you’re staying at the Royal.” God, you sounded like a snob; a snob and a prick. “I mean it’s really just work gossip.”

“Oh well, hopefully, I’ll be moving in here soon. Then maybe you’ll let me in on your little secrets.” He gave you a little wink as if he knew you weren’t exactly talking about some indiscretion of a hotel staff member. Although technically you were. That member just happened to be you.

“I guess if you do get to move, I’ll have to reveal all the dirty laundry this place has going on,” you said flirtatiously, and suddenly you were throwing out that whole idea of settling down.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing what you’d got going on underneath everything.” Mat playfully bantered back, as his eyes roamed your body. His heated stare had your panties getting wet. You were really going to have to do your laundry after the day you had.

“Well, I can see I’m not needed here.” Carly chimed in as you’d completely forgotten about her being there. “I think I’ll go check on what Chef’s preparing for dinner.”

She sauntered off leaving you standing there alone with Mat. “Speaking of dinner. Would you like to get some, say maybe tomorrow night? We’re playing tonight or I’d say in a couple of hours.”

“I’d like that, but it’s not like we can go out to any restaurants.”

“True, though I do remember you mentioning something about a suite you’re staying in.”

Had you mentioned that? You couldn’t really be sure and it didn’t really matter at the moment considering you had roommates. “About that…You see there was kind of a little incident here. Let’s just say it involved a hockey stick and some busted pipes.” Mat looked like he was ready to bust out laughing but he took a deep breath regaining control. “So now I have three people staying there with me.”

“Oh well if it’s your friend there and a couple others I’m sure Tito and a couple guys wouldn’t mind coming along.”

“Yeah,” you said cringing as you told him this next part. “It’s not Carly. It’s three guys from the Canes. Dougie Hamilton, Joel Edmunston and Andrei Svechnikov.” Mat’s eyes widen and his jaw dropped a bit before drawing together to form a hard line on his jaw. He hadn’t seemed like the jealous type in your last encounter but then at the time, it didn’t seem like you were having a foursome every night in your suite. “It’s just temporary.” You were quick to add. “Their room should be fixed in a couple days.”

“I see.” It was a short response and you could tell that he wasn’t pleased. “I guess dinner is off.”

You didn’t want it to be. In fact, Mat was the first guy that you really were interested in more than just a fling with since Sidney. You just needed to come up with another place for dinner and maybe some sort of dessert that involved both of you being naked. That shouldn’t be too hard.

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witchygagirlwrites · 4 years

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Cant Love You Back

*Not My Gif*

Because the song was stuck in my hand and apparently I am a fucking narcissist that loves pain so here ya go. @gottaboopthesnoot

There was a time in Kelly's life he was simply coasting through. He'd bust his ass at work then either go home to an empty apartment or go get drunk and go home with a girl whose name he had forgotten by the time he left her place.

That changed the day Chief Boden announced fifty one was getting a new addition. You stood at the front of the room as Boden introduced you. Kelly offered you his hand and from the moment you smiled at him he felt something start to flutter inside him he had never dreamt of giving the light of day.

You fit in as if you'd been a part of the team from the start. Everyone that met you seemed to be drawn to you, Kelly worse of all. He'd find himself scanning for you after a tough call just to see for himself you were fine. After shift would end he'd make any excuse to spend more time with you

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"So when are you gonna bite the bullet and ask her out?" Matt asked after watching Kelly follow you around like a puppy for two solid months.

When Kelly cut his eyes at him he raised both hands defensively "Just saying man. It's painfully obvious how you feel. I can't blame you she's a great woman and beautiful. I think she feels the same but you're her Lieutenant and she's not going to admit anything that may make her seem as if she's ladder climbing"

"That you or Gabby talking?" Kelly asked looking out into the bay where you were currently helping Gabby and Sylvie restock their rig. "Little bit of both. I'm just saying Kelly you've changed since she got here and it's not bad changes. Go with your gut. It's never led you wrong"

Kelly felt Matt patt his shoulder before hearing his footsteps walk away. Had he changed that much since meeting you? When he thought about it he didn't remember the last time he'd drank over a couple beer and he'd been content with an empty bed knowing he'd see you the following shift

You threw him off balance in the best way possible. You wouldn't blink an eye going into a fire but volunteered in the n.i.c.u. on your days off. You were a perfect combination of that fire he'd always crave and the peace that he desperately needed.

Hearing your laughter drew him out his thoughts and he glanced up to see you walking into the common room laughing about something Slyvie had said. When your eyes met his you smiled even further "Hey Kelly" "Hey Y/N can i talk to you for a minute?" The moment he asked Slyvie and Gabby shared a look then made up some excuse to be scarce.

"What's up?" You asked smiling up at him and Jesus christ he felt like a teenager with their first crush "You think you may wanna grab dinner with me sometime?" "Kelly Severide are you asking me out?" You questioned and he nearly blushed "Yeah?" You took a step closer to him and leaned up to leave a kiss on his cheek "good cause I am doing absolutely nothing Friday night and I have a new outfit sitting in my closet that desperately needs to see the light of day"

"About frickin time!" Both of you both turned when you heard Mouch who was sitting on the couch watching t.v. but it was apparent he'd seen your exchange. "Excuse me?" You asked with a laugh so Mouch shrugged "I had the two and a half month mark in the betting pool"

Your mouth fell open in shock and Kelly couldn't help but laugh when you recovered enough to say "That's it! I'm calling sergeant Platt!" and Mouch started backtracking trying his best to apologize but you winked at Kelly then ran off already dialing on your phone.

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Kelly pulled up in front of your apartment building around seven and slowly walked inside. Your apartment was on the second floor so headed for the elevator while he sent you a text that he was on the way up.

By the time he stepped off the elevator you were standing in the hall waiting on him. You were wearing black ankle boots with a black dress and a red leather jacket. Your hair was down in loose curls around your face and he'd never seen a more beautiful sight. "Wow" he breathed and a smile spread across your face "Does that mean you like?" He nodded quickly "Very much"

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The night went by too quick in Kelly's opinion. The two of you went to dinner and a movie then stopped at Molly's for a drink before he took you home. When he walked in with his arm around your waist it just felt right. Otis slid two drinks across the bar with a smile "These are from Mouch and Trudy" you leaned back in your seat and spotted the two so you raised your bottle to them with a smile then turned back to Kelly "So Severide I was going to wait until you take me home but you owe me a kiss. I mean i technically kissed you first"

"Is that right?" He asked with a smirk that only deepened when you said "oh yeah definitely. I mean I've heard that you're some sort of ladies man yet all night the furthest you've went is home my hand or putting your arm around me" he cut you off mid sentence with a kiss. The kiss was gentle, barely a brush of the lips but when he pulled back a smile was on both of your faces "So does that mean this is going to be more than one date?" He asked and was answered by you grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for another kiss.

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The first time you told Kelly you loved him was after a huge fight between the two of you. You'd been staying at his place more and more so he was on the verge of asking you to move in but it just so happened a friend of yours had stopped by the firehouse to catch up. That friend just so happened to be male and Kelly's jealousy flared up.

The night had ended with you storming out of his apartment slamming the door behind you. You didn't answer any of his calls or texts and when he came over to your place you opened the door long enough to say "Kelly if you care about me at all you'll leave"

The next day he was miserable walking into fifty one. He spotted your car and prayed you'd talk to him but you stayed close to either Gabby and Sylvie or once they left on a call you walked over to where Herrman was sitting and struck up a conversation with him.

A call came out for an apartment fire with civilians trapped. Kelly was watching you take your orders from Matt and wanted nothing more than to tell you to be safe before you went in but didn't want to distract you if you were still upset. You started to walk past him but stopped just long enough to say "I love you Kelly" then jogged to catch up with your crew who were headed in. He had just a few seconds to process what you'd said before heading in the other entrance with Cruz.

The moment the building was cleared you were outside helping roll the hoses up. Kelly had just got through talking with Matt and chief Boden when he saw you. He caught your hand when you bent down to pick up another hose and the moment your eyes met his he said "I love you too. I'm sorry i was a jealous asshole. I've just never felt this way" you rolled your eyes but the smile you had told him all he needed to know even before you said "Good because neither have I. I'm not going anywhere Kelly"

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You and Kelly were coming up on your two year anniversary. Your present had been sitting in the top drawer of his dresser for weeks. Gabby had went with him to help pick out what cut and style of ring she thought you'd like and of course she'd somehow managed to find out your ring size as well.

He had everything planned. Where he was going to take you, what he was going to say. The thing about plans is that sometimes the unexpected happens.

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The call had been simple enough. A warehouse had caught fire on the south side. You'd went in with Matt to clear the base floor where a few workers were trapped. You were following close behind Matt "Fire Department call out!" The haze of smoke was bad enough you could barely see in front of you.

You took another step and heard the crack right before your footing gave way. One moment you were falling the next you felt a sharp pain rip through your abdomen. You looked down to see a piece of rebar sticking out an inch above your navel. Your hands were shaking as you touched the wound trying to apply pressure but the slightest movement ripped a scream from your lips. "Y/N!" You could hear Matt's voice and knew you just had to hold on.

A moment later you heard him across the radio "Floor collapsed. Y/N's hurt. I need assistance" when his face appeared next to you the look on your face told you everything you needed to know about your injury. "Matt if something happens. Help Kelly please" you begged him your only thoughts being what would happen to the man you loved. Gabby told you how bad he'd gotten about Shay had been killed. You didn't want him falling in that hole. "Hey don't talk like that. You'll be fine. Your anniversary is in two weeks you'll be on your feet by then"

Matt's hand found yours and gripped it tight. You could hear voices and knew everyone was working their way to you.

Kelly was fighting to get inside to your side but Boden called him back "You'll be in the way. Let them get her out then you can ride with them to med" it took everything in him to not argue. The moment he saw Cruz and Capp emerge he ran to your side feeling himself weaken when he saw how severely injured you were.

"Hey baby" you managed weakly as he climbed into the ambulance next to you while Gabby worked to stop the flow of blood. "Hey beautiful" he said with a smile that was marred by the tears flowing down his face. Every bump the ambulance hit caused a grimace to flash across your face. "Kelly I don't want to die" you whispered right as your grip on his hand loosened and the heart monitor on you flat lined.

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"If love could have saved Y/N she would have lived forever. Love from her aunt and uncle who raised her, from her family at firehouse fifty one and from her loving boyfriend. Sadly fate as it seemed had other plans. We don't know why she was taken from us so soon and as we grieve today may the loving warmth of her spirit live on in all of us she held close"

Kelly sat in the front of the church staring at the photo of you that had been chosen. Those eyes he loved looking into that never opened again after you whispered how you didn't want to die. That smile that always made even his worse day better that he'd never see again. He never got to ask you to marry him. He never got to see you pregnant with his child. He'd never get to tell you again just how much you meant to him.

He'd love you every day for the rest of his life. If only he could manage to love you back to this world then maybe his heart wouldn't feel like it had been ripped out his chest the moment you took your last breath.

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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years

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Happy Coincidence Chance Discovery

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Piper, Jared Padalecki x Piper,

Characters: Dean Winchester /Jensen Ackles, mentions of Chad Michael Murray

Word Count:4367

Warnings: cursing, kissing, nudity, implied sex/genital fondling/teasing

*Jared and Jensen are single.

A/N: for @idreamofplaid Thanks for the Memories Challenge #plaid and the memories HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED🎉

Prompt: Season 11, episode 4, Baby

A/N: Baby is my favorite episode but every time I’ve watched it I kept wondering; Sam’s hook up with Piper the waitress? So this is my fill in that blank with a Jared twist.

Divider: created by @writeyourmindaway

*No beta all mistakes are mine

Dean drives into the parking lot of a roadhouse just after dusk and Sam looks at the marquee shaking his head in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Dean, it's late, I’m exhausted and..and.. and starving. And this place. I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.” Sam groused.

“First of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain, okay. Ever.” Dean chastises his brother for such a sacrilege, “Second, you don't remember this place? You don't remember Heather, the hunter we worked the wendigo case a couple years ago?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam partially smiles, remembering that night of fun.

“Yeah, exactly” Dean taking the same trip down memory lane.

“What, she’s here tonight?” Sam asks, perking up a bit.

“I texted her, she's working a rugaru case in Texas.” Dean says.

“Actually, she never texted me back. That's not the point, the point is that we have a ton of driving left to do just to go to a town where it's not probably a case.” Dean points ahead, “But in there, good times.”

“Uh...” Sam hedges looking at the building.

“But time heals all wounds, especially good times. What do ya say?” Dean looks at his brother hopeful.

“I say... knock yourself out.” Sam answers with his usual reply and Dean looks away, “I'm gonna find a diner and dig into the lore like Cas did, see if anythings ever happened where we’re headed.”

“Ah man, you really got to learn to have fun.” Dean’s reply was full of disappointment in his little brother.

“Seriously. It’s pathetic.”

They both climb out of the Impala. Sam grabs his bag from the backseat and starts walking back towards town as Dean heads into the roadhouse.

***

Sam had walked over a mile looking for somewhere to eat. Being Saturday night he thought there’d be more open but that’s small town living, the streets roll up at noon on the weekends.

He was about to give up and hike back to that mom & pop gas station he passed for a microwave burrito, preferably bean to get back at Dean, when he happened upon a small, local place, Mak’s Diner.

Hitching his bag up, he pushed open the door expecting the usual greasy spoon Dean's unerring sense navigates towards and stops just inside the front door.

It was an older establishment, obviously one of those passed down from generation to generation places but to his surprise it was well maintained, despite the C on the marquee being burnt out.

“Evening, have a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you.” A woman’s voice called out from the kitchen. Sam walked past the counter smiling at only other occupants, an elderly couple having coffee and dessert, heading towards the back where family seating was located.

As he passed the next to last booth he noticed a closed laptop, several open books with notes scrawled around their margins, highlighted paragraphs and a few notebooks scattered on its tabletop.

He dropped the bag on the seat and shed his jacket before sliding into the booth, fishing out his laptop and the legal pad that he had started making more notes on earlier.

“Hey there, what can I get you?”

Picking up the menu laying by his elbow Sam glances through it, “Coffee and the Cobb salad, thanks.” He orders closing the menu and looking up to hand it to the waitress. She is differently not what he would have expected to find in a backwater burg like this one.

Her makeup is understated, nails painted a neutral color and her copper hued hair is pulled back in an elegant chiffon, not a high ponytail or hastily bobby pinned up-do, held in place with a real silver clip, the type that’s handed down as an heirloom.

“Just the Cobb salad?” She asked looking under the tabletop, taking in Sam’s long legs somewhat stretched out under it, boots bumping against the other side of the circular booth. Her blue/grey eyes slowly travel up appraising his body till they meet his.

“Big boys like you need more than a few leafy greens for stamina.”

Sam felt himself blushing like he was seventeen again. Waitresses blatantly flirt with Dean and vice versa all the time so he’s taken aback by this woman's more than blatant appraisal of his physique.

“I, um, yeah, ju..just the salad.” Sam stammers out.

“Okay, be back with that coffee.” Her smiles genuinely, not that faked for the customers sake one he’s used to.

Sam appraises her retreating figure like she did him. She’s not wearing the nurses white or black rubber soled shoes that’s usual waitress gear he’s seen but a brand of tennis shoes he knows are out of the typical income of career restaurant staff.

The fifties style, yellow uniforms color is completely unflattering, not fitting her right, way too tight around her bust and hips and far shorter than it should be, her mile long legs on display.

Sam shifts in his seat and tries to discreetly palm down his spontaneous erection but not so little Sam is putting up a fight, making it known it's been way too long since he’s gotten wet and he wants to enjoy her junoesque attributes.

***

While he is waiting for a page to load Sam hears the elderly couple preparing to leave. He watches as the husband helps his wife into her jacket and gently takes her hand, resting it in the crook of his arm as they slowly make their way to the exit, feeling the pang of loneliness that’s his constant companion.

“Mr. Reynolds’s, hang on a sec,” the waitress calls from the kitchen emerging with a white cake box tied shut, “Auntie wanted me to make sure you got this before leaving. She’s sorry she missed your anniversary party.”

“You tell her we missed her, needs to hurry up and get well.” Mrs. Reynolds remarked as her husband took the box with his free hand. She glanced back towards Sam, “Sweetie, you gonna be okay here with the likes of him?”

Sam kept his expression neutral, waiting to see how this plays out. He knew people found him intimidating because of his size and being a stranger in a small town, he definitely stands out but not many were that blatant about it.

“He ordered a Cobb salad, I think I can handle him,” she jested winking at him.

The couple bid her goodnight and she went back into the kitchen, Sam realizing they were now all alone. Sighing, he starts reading the info again trying to figure out what exactly their hunting is. Or not.

He was so focused on his research like usual he didn’t acknowledge the waitress standing there with his order.

“Kmm hmm,” Sam’s head snapped up, “must be something really good if you don’t notice the likes of me.” She chided him setting down a coffee decanter and cup.

“Sorry, guess I was kinda caught up.” Sam moves the laptop and notepad over as she sets down his salad and two types of dressing. “Figured you might not be a ranch type of guy so I grabbed the vinaigrette too.”

“Thanks, I prefer vinaigrette, don’t usually get offered it.”

“I’m pretty good at reading people which is why I also brought you this,” she set down another plate with a lettuce wrapped, curiously colored and, by the smell, not meat burger with all the fixings, a generous helping of baked sweet potato fries and a green colored milkshake.

“I didn’t order this.”

“I know but it cooks night off and I’m trying some new recipes. Seeing as you're the only other one here, you've been conscripted as my guinea pig.” She slid into the other side of his booth where an identical plate rested, “I wasn’t kidding about you needing more than just a salad. Besides, I hate eating alone, you wouldn’t believe how often it happens. Fuck, where’s my manners, I’m Piper.” She stuck her hand out across the table.

He takes her preferred hand amazed how it fits perfectly in his, “Sam.”

“So Sam, figure out what you're hunting yet?” She asked nonchalantly as she picked up her burger, “Cause, not being judgey, but that’s some really random shit you got there.” She takes a bite, watches as his expression bounces between startled and incredulous.

“How…”

“Saw your Tarsus 99 when you took off your jacket. I had one as a kid, then daddy got killed on a hunt and I got sent here to live with Auntie, she doesn’t cotton to hunting.”

Piper picked up a fry pointing it at him, “But what I really wanna know, where the hell did you get that demon blade, ‘cause I’ve never seen one like it before.”

Sam hesitates, “That’s a long story.”

“Don’t close till one and I’ve got nowhere to be after.”

Sam decides to deflect instead of answering. “So what is it you do, because you're definitely not a waitress.”

“Officially, I’m an antique appraiser. Unofficially, I’m helping a wayward hunter who graced my door with something he can’t figure out.”

***

Sam and Piper, after closing the diner, stayed another three hours hashing out the research for his case were now taking their time walking back towards the roadhouse.

“I’ve been wanting to ask, what’s with that name tag?” Sam noticed early it read Maggie.

“Came with this god awful uniform. Auntie insists that we all adhere to how her daddy ran the place. So when I came back to temporarily help out after her surgery, Maggie decided she was not gonna take orders from someone younger, quit and I got stuck with this. I told Auntie it wouldn’t fit, even with letting out the hem. Maggie was like five-four and I’m over five-ten!

Ugh! I keep popping these stupid top buttons and can’t freaking bend over without showing everyone my C U Next Tuesday.”

Sam smiled that nervous smile he got when unsure how to respond to an answer he wasn’t expecting.

“I normally wear this to cover it,” moving her pocketed hands in the light weight, knee length sweater she had put on when they left the diner, “but I have to confess,” Piper turned around, walking backwards, “I took it off when I saw you come in, thought what the hell, been long time since a really cute guy has walk through my door so...” She bit her lip, turning back around as they continued down the lane in companionable silence.

Sam mused over her confession admitting to himself he was interested in her too. He enjoyed sharing different theories and bouncing ideas of what they might be hunting back and forth with her, surprising him with her unique take on things.

Piper might not have been the type he consciously steered towards since Jess but she was comfortable to be around, didn’t feel his usual awkwardness he normally had around most women.

They arrived at the roadhouse a few minutes later and Sam led her towards the Impala.

“Damn, you brother is a fucking artist, how many times has he rebuilt her?” Piper asked walking around the car, running her hand over the Impalas pristine exterior.

“To many.” Sam replies, putting his bag on the front seat. “Can I have a look?” He turns to see Piper standing by the trunk. “Um, sure.” Strolling over he unlocks it and lifts the interior wheel well exposing the car's hidden armory.

“Is that a grenade launcher?”

“Yeah, Dean found it at the bunker.” Sam laughed remembering how excited Dean had been when he discovered it.

Piper shook her head shutting the trunk and hopped up on it, “What’cha wanna do now, go in,” gesturing at the bar, “or hang out here for a while longer?”

“I think I’m good hanging o...”

Piper grabbed his jacket dragging him between her spread legs and kissed him.

It took Sam all of five seconds to process what was happening before his hands grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the trunk, her short skirt riding even higher as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Sam jerked back as headlights flashing over them, a patrol car drove into the parking lot. He lifted Piper off the trunk and led her to the car's back door dragging the green cooler out of their way.

Piper climbed in as he hauled it to the trunk and grabs the army blanket Dean keeps then gets in depositing it and his jacket over the front seat.

“Where were we before being rudely interrupted?” Piper asked, sliding onto Sam’s lap and leaning in to resume kissing him.

Sam tangled his long fingers into her now loose hair pulling to halt her, “What about that patrolman?”

“Won’t be back till closing, around six A.M.”

“That means Dean won’t either,” he says closing the space between them, heatedly attacking her lips.

***

Piper ran her hand over his bare chest, “How long is your refractory period?”

Sam shifted to look down at her, “umm, around twenty minutes.”

“Hmmm, I’m gonna have to see what I can do to shorten that ‘cause we are so doing that more than once again.”

“And how are you gonna do that?”

Piper stared at him slowly trailing her hand down his torso. Sam’s breath hitched as she lightly teased her fingers across his lower stomach, running through his treasure trail and over to his hip.

Shifting further down his body she continued running her fingers over the top of his left thigh feeling the hard muscles flexing under the skin. She placed both of her hands in between his legs shifting his left one off the seat and bending his right leg back placing his foot flat on the bench seat.

Piper kneels in the space between Sam’s spread legs continuously moving her fingers in random patterns over the insides of both tights, touching him everywhere below his waist.

Sam closed his eyes groaning loudly, dropping his head back against the window as her fingers played over his balls feeling her other hand travel behind them teasing over his...

“You fell asleep in the fucking car!”

His eyes snapped open startled. Blinking rapidly he sees Dean leaning through the open car window looking at him.

“Dean what...where’s Piper?”

“What’s a Piper?” He growled out, “Dude, we wrapped twenty minutes ago and I’ve been looking for you, got worried cause you weren’t answering your fucking phone Jay!”

He took a good look at Dean. His foggy brain finally realizing its mistake, taking in the headset hanging around his neck and the ball cap he likes wearing when directing. “Jen, sorry, guess I’m still in Sam headspace, got disoriented for a sec.”

Jensen laughed, “You find one grey hair and suddenly you're getting memory loss and needing naps? I’ll have to remember to have you in bed by nine, old man.”

“Your fucking hilarious Jack.” Jared shoots back sliding across the seat getting out, “Man, I had the weirdest dream.”

“From the happy noises you were making that was far from weird. And speaking of happy,” Jensen's eyebrows went up as he pointedly looked down.

Jared glances down thinking he’s drooled all over himself only to see the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Bob’s called a meeting in five but I think we’re gonna be late.”

***

“I’m telling you it was so real! She was tall with coppery blond hair, tasted like chocolate peppermint and has this tattoo above her...” Jared paused grinning, keeping that specific location to himself, “I’ve never in my life had such a vivid dream like that.”

“Dude, you like petite brunettes.”

“I know..so why would I make her a redhead?”

“Hell if I know, it’s your giant melon. Maybe all that sugar ribbon you eat is finally getting its revenge.” Jensen snarks as they enter the meeting room.

They were greeted by Bob’s gruff voice, “About time you two showed up. Alright, now that everyone is finally here, we need to get everyone up to speed. We’re having to make changes to the filming schedule.” He pauses looking at him notes, “Jared, don’t need you to come tomorrow for those new promo shots with, what was that new character again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, Sam’s new love interest.”

“Right, anyways, writers scraped that idea. As some of you heard, several of our exterior locations got flooded with that last storm and it’s taking time to find new locations so instead of doing blocking we're gonna do a quick read through of the new episode.”

Jared opened his copy of the new script to episode 4: Baby.

Reading the opening scene he experiences deja vu, quickly scanning the first two pages: bunkers garage: Dean washing the Impala, Sam having a possible case in Oregon. Next scene: interior shot Impala, Sam gets a protein shake out of cooler, Dean wants to know about the beer. Next scene: pulling in roadhouse parking lot, Dean trying to get Sam to join him, goes to eat instead, shot from Impala view watching Dean walking. Next scene: daybreak continuing from the view of the car...

“Fuck me.” Jared whispers, catching Jensen's attention. “What’s wrong?”

“This is how my dream started.”

Jensen pulls a yeah right face.

Jared shifted in his chair leaning closer to Jensen, looking directly into his green eyes, “I’ll prove it. Next scene: Dean gets in the car at daybreak and a naked waitress pops up in the backseat with a voice-over from Sam. Dean gets out peeping in the driver's side back window at her getting dressed. Cut to next scene: Sam climbs into front seat buttoning his flannel as he apologizes for having sex in Dean’s car. Dean, happy his brother finally got laid drives off quoting Bob Sager lyrics, playing Night Moves and Sam changing a lyric.

Jared continued to lay out the entire episode from memory as Jensen flips through the script following.

“Bullshit Jared, someone snuck you a copy of this script, you're totally fucking with me.”

“Jensen, not this time.”

***

Jared walked back to his trailer aggravated that Jensen won’t believe he didn’t get an advance peek of the script. He can’t shake this unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something important.

He was two steps into his trailer when his phone vibrated. Chad left a voicemail instead of texting, weird.

“Jay man, you gotta do me solid. A friend of mine got the part of Y/N on your show and I don’t know what the fucks happening up there but she flipped the fuck out on me! Need you to check on her, she’s outside one of the guest trailers. And have her call me back after she’s calmed the fuck down!”

Jared snorted, another woman pissed off at Chad, shocker. “The fuck you getting me into this time Murray.” Jared mutters to himself as he heads over to the guest stars trailers and hears a somewhat familiar voice outside of one.

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do? I get here and now they're telling me they’ve dropped the story line.”

There was a pause in conversation as Jared walked closer to hear more clearly over the lot's noises and was shocked when he saw her sitting on one of the trailer's steps.

“But I signed a contract...what? I don’t remember seeing that in there. So they can just arbitrarily drop the part with no notification, that’s bullshit! I’ve never had a clause like that in one before. I gave up my job and apartment for this!” She gets up and paces around not noticing him.

“They're giving me the bit part of the waitress in this episode, have a five am call for hair, getting a blonde rinse so I look more like a Dean type girl. I don’t know what the fuck is with these writers, it’s like they don’t get Sam, should’ve left him like Kripke originally created him.” She paused, “paying me what? At scale! That’ll just cover my petrol for the drive back to L.A. Wait, what about my six month lease? Could you check on it.”

“Oh, giving me two nights at the Hilton. How magnanimous of them,” she sarcastically replies, “can I still get that part on Arrow...cast someone else.” She abruptly ends the call and sits back down on the step slumping over her knees.

“So, how much of that fucked up conversation did you overhear?” She asked not looking at him.

“Um, almost all of it.” Jared confesses, “I wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping but I got a voicemail from Chad,” she looked up staring in disbelief at Jared, “he’s worried and wanted me to check on you.”

“Fanfuckingtastic, can this day get any better? I’ve completely humiliated myself in front of Jared Fucking Padalecki!”

Jared can just make out her blushing in the still dimming light. “I wouldn’t say completely, I mean, you could drop your pants and yell Pudding.”

She blinked at him before doubling over in laughter, “Alright, point taken. Still, it’s a crock of shit you don’t need to be bothered with.”

“Chad’s kinda made it my problem. Look, I don't know all the details but maybe I can help, I can call casting..”

“Oh hell no! Thanks but no thanks. Bunch of assbutts on social media were already speculating about how someone like me got the part in the first place. Last thing I need is more ammo for the haters, they’ll tweet something like I had a three way with you and Ackles because I was desperate to get the part back.”

Jared cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair embarrassed to feel turned on by the imagery she conjured up in his mind.

“Mmm, that’d be my wet dream come true, but not the point, they’ll just come up with some random shit.”

Jared understood being all too familiar with the anti whatever’s having been the target himself.

“Okay, how about we go to my trailer,” she gave him a skeptical look, “where you can have some privacy to call Chad back. I’ll get de-Sam’d and we can talk some more or grab a bite if you're hungry.”

“You don’t know me from Adam, what if I’m some psychotic serial stocker nut job?”

“If your friends with Chad, you absofuckingloutley are Ms. what's your name.” Jared sarcastically remarks given her a mischievous grin.

“Touché, and it's Piper,” Jared froze at her name, “and you’ve been friends with Murry longer than me so I know you’re straight up batshit crazy.” She smarts back standing up, “lead on, oh gallant knight.”

***

Jared walked out of the bath toweling his wet hair sees Piper lounging on his couch still on the phone with Chad.

As he crossed over to the kitchen's fridge he couldn’t help but notice her low rise jeans had ridden lower, revealing the top half of the tattoo just above her..

“Dude, should’a told me Padalecki has a tattoo kink,” Jared tripped over his feet before catching himself embarrassed at getting caught, “Yeah, that was your boy.” She winked at him, “No way in hell I’m ever showing it to you perv.” Jared loudly laughs at that. “Hey, when I get back I’m PA’ing for you till I get another gig. Don’t you dare argue, you got me into this so it’s that or I’m on your couch for a month,” Piper rolled her eyes at Chad’s response, “Yeah, yeah, talk to you later.”

“Is that how you met Chad, working as a PA?” Jared inquired coming over to sit down next to Piper handing her a beer.

“Yeah, paid the bills while doing auditions, was starting to pick up a few bit parts around LA.” Piper starts nervously fiddling with the bottles label, “I heard about the casting call for a new Sam girl and Murry talked me into trying out for it, so I figured unless I kiss Crowley I don’t have a shot in hell and holy fuck, I got it.”

She stopped talking but kept playing with the label.

“Hey, whatever it is you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Jared says gently touching her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

She took a long pull of her beer before continuing. “My Auntie died and I inherited everything, including her debts. I negotiated a smaller settlement but it wiped out all my savings.” She paused draining the rest of her bottle. “I figured it was serendipity..”

Jared is half listening, feeling that uneasy sensation again at that last word.

“...gonna be Sam Winchester’s...”

“If we’re meant to meet again,”

“.. weren’t killing her off after three episodes but then they decided to drop that story line...”

“we will.”

“...I should be going. Thanks for the beer and letting bending your ear, I’m gonna get out of your hair.” Piper gets up heading for the door.

Jared finally remembers.

“I believe in serendipity..maybe you can too.”

He quickly jumped up moving between her and the door blurting out, “I know you said you didn’t want my help but you can’t go, not yet.”

“Okay, why not? ‘Cause any other time I’d be up for some wham bam thank you ma’am but so not in the mood right now.”

Taking a deep breath he goes for it, “So, get this, after we finished filming today, I fell asleep in the Impala and had this dream…”

***

Jared sat on the couch nervously chewing on his thumb watching as Piper paces back and forth mulling over his story.

She abruptly stopped and sat down on the table in front of him. “So here's the deal, I will believe everything you've told me,” Jared opens his mouth to say something but Piper reached out laying her fingers on his lips, “if you can answer one question.”

Jared took her hand remembering how it felt so right in his, “Okay.”

“Since you’ve seen it in your dream, what does my tattoo mean?”

“In Japanese, it means happy coincidence,” Jared confidently says sitting back as Piper climbs onto his lap, “but that's the first line, the second one is chance discovery.”

Jared pulls her in, brushing his lips against hers, running his tongue across them so she’ll part them , allowing him access. He can taste the beer they’ve been drinking but there’s that sumptuous flavor of her underneath he finds intoxicating..chocolate peppermint..thinking to himself..

Serendipity.

#plaid and the memories #Baby #sam winchester x piper #jared padalecki x piper #SPN Supernatural #sam winchester fanfiction #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #Jensen Ackles

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starrysebastians · 4 years

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Of blood, sweat and mishaps

Summary : you’ve had a long journey in order to fight your way back home, and home sometimes holds surprises. Destroyer!Chris x reader, description of violence and sex. (i’ve never written smut before i have literally no idea what i’m doing don’t mind me)

This was written for @baezen’s the other guys writing challenge, with the prompt : i really wish you told me your mother was in town ; thank you for giving love to these other guys, I hope this will do!!

It’s already dark outside when you leave the building, duffel bag hastily swung over your shoulders without you even registering its weight on your bruised body — you’ve been carrying this thing for over a month and you’ve become immune to it. Rather, your shoulders already constantly hurt and it doesn’t matter anymore because you just want to go home and spend an entire hour in a hot bath to wash away all the sweat and blood and dirt of the last few weeks.

"Hey!" You stop in your tracks, a tilt of your head being the only sign that you have actually heard and acknowledged the voice of your colleague rushing behind you, the precinct doors slamming behind the both of you. "Are you sure you don’t need a lift?"

Sam catches up with you, a little out of breath, probably because he took the stairs and tried to beat you to the door. You smile, shaking your head. He’s looking you up and down and you know he wants to say you clearly are in no state to drive, or even to be standing upright. And driving you to your appartement isn’t a problem because it’s on his way to his own.

"It’s okay. I think I’m gonna crash at Chris’, it’s closer anyway." You shift from one foot to another, transferring the weight of your body and your weapons on the leg that hurts the least. Sam’s face morphs into understanding, a knowing smile stretching on his lips. You want to roll your eyes, but you can’t help but chuckle.

"Right." He nods, taking a step back, then lifts up his chin. "Take the week off, you deserve it."

"Wasn’t planning on asking for permission, but I’m glad to know my break was approved."

He snorts, probably because you both know it’s true that you never ask for permission and you’re one of those agents who are literally their own boss, to their partners and bosses’ despair. It usually works out, and you’re one of their best. You’re about to cross the street when Sam’s voice echoes again in the busy street, slightly muffled by the sound of cars, honks, suitcases rolling on the ground, hitting holes and bumps on the pavement, the same ones that make people trip on their own feet.

"He was worried about you." You’re not facing your literal partner in crime anymore, and you don’t turn around to show him your little smile, but he probably knows anyway.

Green lights turn to red and you breathe in before crossing the street, taking in the sky and the stars starting to appear and twinkle around a full moon, clouds almost perfectly still on this day — it was sunny, apparently, but you spent the first half of the day fighting your way home, the other half writing a report and delivering long-awaiting data and compromising documents to the Bureau. Then you had to spend another hour promising everyone you were alright and not injured to the point where you had to go to a hospital, and now you could finally go home.

And in that case home isn't necessarily your cosy apartment, the one you had just finished re-painting and decorating before you left for your mission, but as cheesy at it sounds, home might have become a person.

It takes you less than fifteen minutes to reach his apartment complex, but at least seven to cross the stairs when you realize the elevator still hasn't been fixed, painfully dragging your battered body up the wooden steps, a hand pressed to your ribs and stomach, and finally, another three minutes to dig out your spare key from that little pocket in your duffel bag, hand shaking as you miss the keyhole a few times before getting it right.

You don’t bother knocking or making your presence officially known because even though you've been gone for a month no one else has that key and he probably heard that your mission was over anyway. The slam of the door echoes behind you and you audibly groan, voicing your pain and exhaustion for the first time today.

"Honey I’m home," you call out sarcastically, letting your duffel bag hit the floor with a loud thump, slowly shrugging your leather jacket off — it falls from the coat hanger as you turn around but you don’t bother picking it up. Your body wouldn’t let you. "Remember when I said I was going on a small mission that would only take a few days? Well I was wrong."

Something drops on the kitchen table. A knife, a fork, a spoon — whatever, but something drops and clings and you hear him cough. A chair scrapping against the floor. You enter the bathroom. You smirk at your reflection in the mirror, splashing your face with water and watching droplets of blood trail down your cheeks and neck, hitting your already stained shirt.

"Turns out, it was the same group of freaking mad scientists we thought we dismantled last time. You know, that time Sam got shot?" You turn the faucet off. "So I had to stay undercover the whole month." Hands all dried up, hair tied into a messy bun. A band-aid covering the cut on your forehead. Cream on your nose and bloody lip. "So. Yeah. That wasn’t planned."

You exit the bathroom, passing the entrance again, carefully avoiding tripping on your discarded combat boots lying on the wooden floor. They're full of mud and there is probably a lot of blood that you can't see. It’s usually very neat and clean here, all sorts of shoes lined up and in their place, a spotless wooden floor that contrasts with the white walls, and Chris would probably scold you if you didn't have a valid excuse right now.

You sigh, feet following the noise. "And my cover got blown yesterday. It was honestly one of the hardest missions I have ever been on." You shiver, pausing for a second as you close your eyes and try to shake flashbacks and images off your mind. You clear your throat, plastering a smile on your face even though Chris can't see you yet.

"Anyway — " There’s a small table right at the entrance of the living room, where you drop your gun and badge with a deafening bang.

There’s a small shit that’s being muttered over and over again but that you don’t really register, still not looking up. " — now that I killed them all I’m allowed to discuss secret details — remember their boss, Helmer? That was a nasty fight, ugh. I had to shoot him at point-blank range and I think I’ve still got pieces of his stupid brain in my hair." You shudder. "Ugh." You massage the back of your neck, rolling your head from left to right, cracking your bloody knuckles, while taking in the smell of his cooking with closed eyes.

You follow the smell, smiling softy as you enter the kitchen.

"Hey!" Chris rushes out of the room at the same time you step in, eyes wide as he takes in your form, his hands gently grabbing your forearms, caging you. Gently, tenderly, as his fingers run on your skin, but with a grip that feels urgent.

"Hey," you reply more softly, your voice still raspy. You blink, head titled to the side, grabbing onto him as well. Your hands find his toned stomach, relishing the warmth you have missed as you sigh contently. You refrain from resting your forehead on his chest, remembering the blood still splattered on your face and burning your skin, and the smell that has been invading your senses ever since you escaped literal hell.

So you gently cup his face with your hand, thumb brushing against his skin before stepping aside in order to enter the kitchen. Chris' arms reach out to you, in an attempt to keep you from entering the room, but you slip out of his embrace.

"Wait — "

"Oh — "

Your breath gets stuck in your threat, everything going still around you. You can’t even gasp or express your surprise, because every single bone and cell in your body has gone completely rigid. You stand here by the door, Chris' arms still outstretched in vain behind you, a new set of eyes staring back at you.

"You're… — " You gulp. No. “I didn't know you had company.”

Not like this. It can't go like this. This gaze is unblinking, confused, curious, disgusted as it seems to scrutinize your outfit — ripped combat pants looking huge compared to your small feet and their dirty socks stained with mud and dust. Crumpled white shirt — more red than white. There's a wound on your stomach that won't stop bleeding. Arms painted red, blue and black with scratches and bumps and dirt smeared across your skin. Swollen lips parted and face sporting what probably looks like the stupidest facial expression ever.

Your hand find the back of your neck, angrily scratching your already chafed skin as you feel the discomfort settle into your chest, until you hear Chris clear his throat behind you, hand gently peeling your fingers off your skin, then sliding down to rest on the small of your back. You wince and it doesn't go unnoticed.

"Y/N," Chris sports a smile that looks very painful, mentally and physically. "Mom. Mom, Y/N. My colleague." A side glance. “And girlfriend.”

There’s a small beat of silence where you think you’re going to pass out. She manages to look so composed despite her eyes literally screaming terror and horror and get this woman out of my son’s appartement ; and you, the FBI agent, look like a deer caught in headlights, a stuttering mess, shoulders dropped in despair. Maybe she would do a better job at being an undercover agent.

"I - shouldn’t shake your hand. Or, touch you...at all. I think you can guess why. See why. Clearly see why," your voice wavers. "But, um. It’s very nice to meet you. Ma’am. I should probably take a shower." You turn around, avoiding Chris' gaze, but only taking a few steps before stopping and turning back to him, resignation painted on your features.

You sigh, and try to whisper as you add : "I didn’t want to go to the hospital but I kinda need you to stitch me up right now." His blue eyes go to your stomach and his hand to his forehead, rubbing it tiredly.

"Yeah," he nods before twisting his body to face his mother, still quietly sitting at the dinner table. "Mom, I need to take care of her. We'll be here in half an hour, okay?"

You don't wait for her answer before heading straight to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet seat with your eyes closed and lips in a thin line. You hear his feet on the bathroom tiles, the sound of his dress shirt ruffling as he crouches down in front of you, palms spreading warmth on your aching thighs.

"Hey," he mutters again, soft eyes looking up through his lashes as you open your own. The beginning of a smile and a small greeting is quickly turned into a wince as his fingers gently lift the hem of your top, to fabric sticking to your skin. "Sorry."

You stay silent, sighing and hissing and biting your lower lip as your eyes stay glued to the ceiling. Chris works in silence, like he always does, and like you always do when the roles are reversed. What is there to talk about? You both know it hurts, you both know the other is sorry that they're hurting you, and it's part of the job. But the silence isn't really about your wounds right now, and you're too mortified to even glance at his face. His bottom lip is probably stuck between his teeth, eyebrows set into a focused frown, hands steady as yours still tremble from this encounter.

"All done." Hands gently pressing a bandage to your wound then sliding back to your thighs, a sigh escaping his lips.

You meet his gaze and there's this small pause where you gaze into someone's eyes and both of you are serious but you don't know if it's truly serious or if you should laugh. You raise your eyebrows, slowly, gradually, until a smirk makes its way on your fellow agent's lips.

"You do have bits of…red stuff…in your hair."

You chortle, throwing your head back, tension in the shoulders easing.

You put your hands on his shoulders as your legs spread to let him get closer to you, between your knees, and as you look down to him and his locks you feel a sense of comfort wash over you - it's been a month, and you’ve missed his hair and the smell of his shampoo.

"You could have warned me," you say. Fingers trail along his neck, beard tickling your palm and fingers. Traces of his last undercover mission are almost gone - shaven head and this sort of big goatee. It wasn’t your favorite look on him ; and now he’s gone back to this softer version of himself.

"Yeah, well, that’s kinda hard when you disappear undercover for a month, right?"

He does have a point. He holds your gaze for a moment, a slight crease between his brows, and you exhale softly, watching as he looks down to your bare stomach, bloody shirt discarded on the cold floor.

"I'm sorry. You know how it works."

"Yeah, I do."

A small pause, where you both get closer, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging, scratching.

"Maybe you can make it up to me."

"I have bits of brain in my hair." Chris' lips find the sensitive spot behind your ear, along your neck, your collarbones. Protests dying away and replaced by whimpers, already desperate for more. It has been a long month.

"Good thing we're in the bathroom, right?"

Hot breath on your skin, face nuzzling between your breasts, down your stomach, carefully avoiding your bandage as your back arches. It doesn't take long for you to find yourself pressed against a tile wall, legs wrapped around his bare body, limbs quivering - pleasure, the exhaustion of the day and the last month.

The sound of water hitting your bodies before crashing on the floor is enough to conceal your frantic heartbeats, strangled whimpers and mutters, feverish pleas. A fuck escapes your lips in the form of a low moan, Chris’ lips crashing into yours in an attempt to hold in the sound. A hungry kiss, sweet, loving, yearning.

"I've missed you - so - much." It comes out as three little gasps, matching each thrust into your body, each time your back hits the wall, each time you feel like you're finally complete. The pull in your chest, heart - it's so fierce. It almost hurts, how much you've missed him.

"Every day - " A muffled moan, fingers digging into the skin of his tense back. "I was just trying - to come back to you."

Skin prickling and tingling as droplets of water follow the curve of your tangled bodies, chills running down your spines, he buries his face into the crook of your neck as the last thrust takes all the strength that was left in your body. And as you're left quivering and panting and heaving, in this daze, there's this shared gaze that holds a thousand moments - everything it took to get here. Dodging, hitting, ducking, kicking, shooting, stabbing. Blood splattered on your face, the taste of iron in your mouth, the smell of death forever rooted in your senses. The lethal instinct that overtakes your whole body and mind when you have to fight your way home.

A throaty laugh resonates in the bathroom, traces of blood on the floor soon wiped clean, sewing kit back to the white closet right above that plant you insisted on buying specifically for his bathroom, ruined shirt thrown into a corner as if the laundry basket wasn't right next to him - you don't comment on that, relishing the feeling of a warm towel on your skin with your eyes closed and head thrown back. Different moans this time, as you get dressed painfully.

It takes a few minutes for someone to talk again, steam still fogging up the room, warmth embracing you. The mirrors are misty, and so is your mind. You roll your head from right to left, make your neck crack, stretch as far as your body lets you.

"Well," Chris drawls out lazily, visibly fighting a smirk. "I have to go back. I suppose you want to stay in my room and avoid further humiliation?"

You huff, dragging a hand across your face. "Scared I'm gonna start another extremely graphic depiction of my mission? I bet she wants to hear more about bits of scattered brain."

You wince as your hear yourself - it's gross.

"I really wish you had told me your mother was in town."

#togwc #destroyer #destroyer!chris x reader #destroyer!chris x you

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mshig · 5 years

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You Are My Humanity

This story is inspired by this amazing video from DreamsofLight on YouTube. All credit for the idea goes to them.

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Characters: Dean x OC, Sam Winchester, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore

“See the thing in the paper this morning?” Dean asked, as him and Sam sat outside on a bench, enjoying the sunshine. “Three killed, same town. All within the last 2 weeks.”

“You think it’s her?” Sam inquired concerned.

“It would be a hell of a coincidence if it's not.” Dean stood up from the bench, Sam following after him.

“Where are we headed?” Sam asked, as the both got into the Impala.

“Mystic Falls, Virginia,” Dean said, starting Baby’s engine and driving off down the road.

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Emma was walking down a deserted highway, the sound of her boots clicking on the pavement. She stopped, looking behind her to ensure that no cars were coming down the two lane street before she laid down on the cool asphalt, her arms splayed on either side of her.

It had been 2 weeks since she shut off her humanity. Two weeks that she didn’t feel like dying every time she thought of her old life. When she came to Mystic Falls, it was to escape her problems. Unfortunately for her, she had developed new ones.

She had been quick to discover that the town was crawling with vampires and she was more than eager bum off their blood stash. Her and Damon, the town bad boy, had become close friends, confiding in each other over many a bourbon. He had told her all about the love triangle between himself, his brother, and the doppleganger. Emma had been hesitant at first, but after one night of way too many tequila shots she had spilled her heart out to Damon about Dean. How he was her epic love and how it was all ruined when she was turned into a vampire. She recounted how Dean had tried to kill her, managing to pin her to the ground, the blade inches from her neck. She described how he had hesitated, his hand shaking and he struggled between what his head was telling him to do and what his heart was screaming at him not to. With tears in her eyes, she had told Damon how Dean had packed her belongings, putting them inside one of the many cars housed at the bunker, handed her the keys and told her to get lost. His parting words were to remind her that if he ever saw her he wouldn’t make the mistake of hesitating again.

It was after that day that Emma just couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that thinking about her old life brought her. The weight of what she lost becoming too much for her handle. It was 3 months to the day after she came to Mystic Falls that she flipped the switch. In those three months, she had managed not to kill one person. Now, in the two weeks without her humanity she had killed dozens. She knew she was being reckless but honestly she didn’t care.

She didn’t care about anything. Except the nagging hunger in the pit of belly. The sound of tires on the road woke Emma from her daydream. Headlights illuminated her body as the sound of brakes filled the air. The door to the car opened, a young woman rushing out.

“Oh my God. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” the woman rushed, kneeling down beside Emma.

“I don’t feel anything,” Emma replied emotionless.

“Don’t move. I have a blanket in the trunk of my car.” The woman stood up, rushing quickly to the car, popping the trunk. Emma waited until the woman’s sight was blocked the trunk before she vamped up, running to stand behind the woman. The woman turned around, startled by Emma’s presence.

“How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Let me just grab my phone and I can call an ambulance for you.”

“I’m feeling very hungry,” Emma said, before she allowed her fangs to extend, black veins forming below her eyes, the whites of them turning red. The woman let out a scream before Emma sunk her teeth into her neck, sucking mouthfuls of the sweet liquid. Emma could feel the woman growing weak but she didn’t care.

“That’s enough,” a voice sounded from behind her. Emma retracted her fangs from the woman’s neck, sighing as she wiped her jacket sleeve across her mouth.

“You didn’t use to be such a buzzkill,” Emma groaned as she threw the barely conscious body to the ground.

“And you didn’t use to be a such bitch,” Damon retorted. “Are you trying to get caught?”

“Does it look like I care?” Olivia said, bending down to check her makeup in the car’s mirror.

“You will if your hunter boyfriend shows up to gank us all,” Damon replied.

Emma stood up, turning around the glare at Damon. “Ex-boyfriend. And I hope he comes. Then the real fun can begin.” Emma cast Damon one last glance before she walked off in the direction of the town. She always craved a milkshake after drinking blood and lucky for her there was a diner within walking distance.

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Emma was enjoying her chocolate milkshake when the door to the diner opened. She inhaled deeply, a familiar scent catching her senses. She should have known right then to run but instead she continued to sip on her milkshake.

"Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in," a deep voice boomed as two men slid into the bench across from her. Emma looked up from her glass, right into the stares of the two men she had once called family.

"If it isn't the Winchesters," Emma snarled. "I would say nice to see you but it's really not. How did you find me?"

"You've left a trail of bodies. Not exactly inconspicuous there sweetheart," Dean drawled.

Emma's heart squeezed slightly at the mention of the nickname. No, she told herself. No feelings.

"Well are you here to kill me? A packed diner? Not exactly smart on your end."

"Emma, we don't want to hurt you," Sam said softly. "But you can't keep killing people."

The waitress came up to the table at that time. She stared awkwardly between the three, sensing the tension.

Emma smirked as she stood up from the table. "Watch me," she directed at the boys as she placed her hand on either side of the waitress' head, twisting them quickly. The waitress' body dropped to the ground, screams erupting throughout the diner.

"See ya later boys," Emma waved before stepping over the waitress' dead body and walking out of the diner.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean screamed, scrambling out of the booth in an attempt to run after her. He had almost made it to the door when two men walked through.

"Woah. Slow down there cowboy. Where's the fire?" the raven haired one joked.

"Damon," the blonde haired one directed his attention to the body laying on the ground.

"Damnit. I told her not to do it in such a public place," Damon growled.

"You know Emma?" Sam asked.

"We're friends. Though right now I'm seriously considering revoking that card. How do you know her?" Damon asked suspiciusly.

"Old friends," Sam said awkwardly. "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean."

"Winchester?" Stefan clarified. Both men nodded.

"Well that explains the dead body," Damon grumbled. "We should get this cleaned up and find her quick. I have a feeling she's not even close to being done."

"I'm sorry but who are you two exactly?" Dean growled.

"We're the ones who took care of Emma after you kicked her to the curb," Damon spit.

"Wait.. you're..." Sam said, putting the pieces together.

"That's right. We're vampires," Damon smiled, as his fangs elongated, the veins under his eyes darkening. Both Sam and Dean quickly pulling out their guns pointing them at Stefan and Damon.

"Woah, woah wait," Stefan held his hands up. "We're not gonna hurt you. We want the same thing you do. To turn Emma's back on."

"Her what?" Sam raised a brow at Stefan.

"Her humanity. You know the thing that gives you all the touchy feelings. Well Emma turned her's off. Couldn't deal with that fact that the only family she had left hated her," Damon turned his stare on Dean.

"Well that explains the increased body count," Sam said.

"Look guys. Can you put the guns down," Stefan pleaded. Dean and Sam lowered their weapons slowly, both of them still keeping them gripped tightly in their hands just in case. "Why dont we get this mess cleaned up here and then we go back to the boarding house to talk." Everyone nodded their head, Sam and Dean taking care of the body while Stefan and Damon compelled the diner occupants.

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At the boarding house, Dean and Damon were sipping on bourbons while Stefan and Sam nursed beers.

"So how do we get her humanity back?" Sam asked.

"She needs an emotional trigger. Something that she cares about deeply for her to latch on to," Stefan explained.

Sam and Dean shared a look before Dean shook his head. "Dude, it has to you," Sam said.

"No way," Dean replied, downing the rest of this drink.

"I think Sam's right," Stefan said cautiously. "You and Sam were the reason she shut it off in the first place. You are probably the only one who can bring her back."

"Damnit," Dean huffed. "Fine. What do I have to do?"

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Dean was nervous. It had been 3 months since he had a proper coversation with Emma and the thought of it being them alone scared him. Dean didn't have long to think about it because a knock at the door indicated she had arrived. Dean checked the peephole, ensuring that it was her before he cautiously opened the motel room door.

Emma was standing on the other side, a smug look on her face. "Hello, Dee," she smiled, before she walked over the threshold into the motel room. "I was surprised when you called. I figured after the diner the next time I would see you, you would be trying to kill me."

"Yeah, well I've had time to reconsider," Dean said, grabbing two beers from the fridge and handing one to Emma.

They sat in silence as they drank, each of them sparing and glances at the other.

"Why did you really ask me hear Dean? I know it wasn't so you can have a drinking buddy."

"Would you believe me if I said I missed you," Dean shrugged slightly.

"No," Emma retorted. "If you really missed me you wouldn't have waited three months to come find me. It's funny that it only took a little killing for you to finally show up." Dean narrowed his eyes at her. "Do I make you nervous Dee. Your heart is positively pounding."

Dean ran his fingers through his hair before he stood up, grabbing another beer from the fridge. Emma followed him, leaning against the island, watching as he downed the beer.

"You have nothing to be afraid of Dean. I wotnt hurt you," Emma said innocently.

"I'm not afraid," he retorted as his gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips.

Emma smirked, her tongue coming out to moisten her lips. Dean stared at her, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. So quickly that it almost caught Emma off guard, he strode over to her, grabbing her arms and pressing her hard into the wall. His lips collided with hers, their teeth and tongues clashing. Emma's hands wound into Dean's hair while his rested on her hips, pulling her closer. When Dean had to break away for air, Emma used her vamp speed to spin them around, pressing Dean into the wall. Dean grunted from the force but was caught off shortly by Emma's mouth on him once more.

Dean cut them off once more as he rested his forehead against Emma's. He placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. "Emma please come back. I'm here. I love you."

Emma flickered for just a second, her emotions attempting to claw their way out, but she forced them back down. Emma placed her hands on top of Dean's pulling them down from her face. "I've never loved you," Emma said emotionless.

"Em, I know that's not true," Dean pleaded. "Please, baby, please turn it back on. I dont want to have to kill you."

"I'd like to see you try," Emma smirked before taking Dean's head in her hand and smashing it into wall, knocking him unconscious.

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Dean woke with a start, shooting up in bed.

"Woah, easy. You have a concussion," Sam said forcing him to lay back down.

"What a bitch!" Dean growled as the night's memories came back to him.

"Why didn't it work?" Sam asked. "You have to be her emotional trigger."

"I don't know but we better figure out something quick or else the bodies are going to start piling up." Sam nodded in agreement.

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Emma had just finished draining a hiker when the leaves rustled behind her.

"If you've come to join the party Damon I'm afraid you're out of luck," Emma joked, turning around. She was surprised to see not only Damon but Stefen as well.

"Sorry Stef. No bunnies around right now."

"We're done playing nice Emma. It's time to turn your humanity back on," Damon ordered.

"Oh yeah. What are you going to do if I don't?"

Two more sets of footsteps sounded in the forest, Sam and Dean stepping through the tree line, guns raised.

"Really? They're your big go to plan. You do know that they had a chance to kill me once and couldn't do it. What makes you think they can do it now?"

"Oh it's not you who will be in dying tonight," Damon smirked before he vamped over to Dean placing him in a choke hold, his hands on either side of his head. "Turn your humanity back on Emma or so help me I will snap his neck."

Emma wavered slightly but hrld strong. "You're bluffing." She tried to convey confidence but the group didn't miss the slight uncertainty in her voice.

"Emma," Dean pleaded, his voice coming out of strangled from where Damon was pressing against his windpipe.

"Go ahead," Emma shrugged.

Damon twisted his hands, the sound of Dean's neck snapping filled the air. His body dropped to the ground as Emma let out a silent scream. She dropped to her knees her hands coming up to cradle Dean's head.

"How about now? Do you feel anything now?" Damon asked. "You angry I just turned your boyfriend into roadkill or are you sad because poor Sammy is left without his brother?" Emma looked up at Damon, tears forming in her eyes. "I guess it was a good idea he was wearing this." Damon bent down holding up Dean's arm to show Emma the large ring on his finger. Emma recognized it as the Gilbert ring. The one that will bring people back from supernatural deaths. Emma breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god Dean," Emma cried as she stroked his hand.

"You feel that weight lifting of your chest. That's joy," Damon smiled. "Because Dean isnt dead. That's emotion Emma. Thats humanity.

Emma looked up at Damon as all of her emotions came flooding in. Emma's breathing quickened as she was overwhelmed by everything at once. Happiness, grief, love and finally guilt. Guilt over everything she had done. Guilt over everyone she had killed.

"No! No! What did I do!" Emma cried, standing up. She ran her fingers through her hair as she paced. "Oh my god! I... I killed so many people! I killed them!"

"Hey calm down!" Damon tried to restrain her but she pushed him off.

"No!" Emma growled, as she smashed her fist through the trunk of a tree.

"Hey! Emma, hey. I know this stage," Stefan tried to calm her. "The emotions are overwhelmimg but you just need to focus on one thing. Just find that one thing inside of you that makes you strong."

Emma looked over to where Sam was standing, a look of concern on his face. Then she looked down at Dean's body. And that's when she found it. The thing that made her stronger. It was family. Sam and Dean were her family. She looked back at Stefan and Damon. They were her family too. Emma's breathing slowed as the swell of emotions ended.

"There it is," Stefan said nodding his head.

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Emma was sitting on the edge of Damon's bed, holding Dean's hand. It had been about an hour and he had yet to wake up. She was trying not to worry but with each passing minute her anxiety grew.

Suddenly, Dean's eyes fluttered open and he sucked in a deep breath.

"Dean!" Emma cried out as Dean looked at her.

"Hey there sweetheart," Dean smiled. Emma threw her arms around Dean, burying her face on his neck. "So im guessing it worked?" he said.

"What?" Emma lifted her head, eyebrows furrowed.

"Damon said that we had to make you think I was dead. He said it was the only way you would truly flip it back."

"Wait, you agreed to get your n ck snapped. What the hell Dean! I was so scared!" Emma slapped his chest, causing Dean to suck in a breath.

"Sorry," Emma apologized. "Still not used to the increased strength. I'm really glad you're alright," Emma said before she started getting off the bed.

"Wait," Dean grabbed ber arm, stopping her movements. Emma looked back as Dean released her arm. "Emma, I... I'm sorry for I acted. How I treated you when you first turned."

"Dean, its.."

"No, let me finish. I was an asshole. Instead of giving you a chance, I shut you out. Hell I almost killed you. I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry."

"It's okay Dean. I get it. We're hunters. We kill the monsters. Honestly I probably would have done the same thing."

"Emma there's something else." Dean was looking down at the sheets, playing with a losse thread. He looked up slowly at her and Emma could see tears forming in his eyes. "I love you," he said quietly but Emma heard every word.

"What?" Emma asked, not believing what she heard.

"I said I love you. I never stopped loving you."

"I love you too," Emma said as she leaned down, pressing her lips to his. Sparks erupted between them and Emma couldn't help the smile that graced her lips.

"What?" Dean laughed.

"Who would have thought the great Dean Winchester would be in love with a vampire?"

Dean chuckled, "Well I never have been one to follow the rules." Emma laughed before melding her lips to his once more.

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x oc #dean x reader #dean x oc #sam Winchester #damon salvatore x reader #damon Salvatore #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore

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kunt-dracula · 5 years

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Everybody Loves A Clown

Supernatural Rewrite.

OC, Sam, Dean

TW: Cursing...that's about it.🤣

I pull my leather jacket on as I bound down the staircase, denѕe boots thumping against the old wood. I call out to Sam—repeating his name when I receive no response. He must be out in the yard with his brother.

I make my way into the kitchen upon hearing clinking plates.

"Sam outside?"

Bobby doesn't look up from his aggressive scrubbing of a cast iron pan. "Nope. He and Dean left."

I raise my brows. Hm. Guess they caught wind of another case. Hey, if it means I don't have to drag them along with me on mine, I'm not complaining at all.

Without asking any further questions, I hoist my backpack further on my shoulder "Well, guess I'll see Ellen and Jo by myself."

"And while you're there tell those boys that the next time they eat here they gotta wash the dishes. At least then they wouldn't be completely freeloading."

I twist my body back to Bobby. "I thought you said they left?"

Bobby shuts off the faucet. "They did leave. They went to the Roadhouse."

"What!? Dammit, I told them to wait!"

Instantly becoming angry I spin on my heels and rush to the door, swinging it open. I hear Bobby yell something behind me, but I can't hear him over my feet stomping against the gravel in addition to my heavy breathing.

I yank the other strap of my backpack on the other arm, securing it. Since the case was in-state, I decided on riding my bike.

I throw my leg over the pillion of my 2005 Triumph Rocket III and drop my weight onto it. Keeping it up is pricey; hell the bike itself is expensive, but I managed to do both for free.

How I got this piece was I took it from the leader of this werewolf biker gang. After I killed him and a few of his goons, I looted them for some things. They were too nice to go to waste. The dead gang members didn't have much honestly. There were three of them—with the exception of the leader— and I only got a little less than three hundred bucks. But the leader...oh man, a holy grail.

I couldn't boost the fairly nice house from him. But not only did I get this motorcycle off him, but I also got this badass 2005 Dodge Ram 1500—as well as some nice jewelry. I could tell it wasn't his, so I instantly concluded that he had done some stealing himself. Not being aware of who the owner was I pawned the jewelry off under a false alias and got a few stacks for it.

Shoving my right foot against the kick-start lever—undoubtedly using more than likely with more force than necessary—the bike roars to life. Fairly new motor purring loudly, vibrating vigorously between my thighs.

I snatch my helmet off the front of the bike—almost forgetting to put it on—pushing my head into it. I kick up the kickstand with the heel of my boot, and peel through the yard, leaving a trailing cloud of dust behind me.

*12 MINUTES LATER*

Upon turning into the parking lot, I spot the beat-up, poorly maintained minivan I gave Sam the keys to earlier this morning. It was the only functioning car Bobby had. It was bad off, but I had fixed it up to where it'd get you where you needed to be.

Haphazardly parking my bike, I shut off the engine and remove my helmet—hanging it from the right handle.

The wood groans under my weight as I ascend the few steps to the paint chipped door. I push it open, only a fraction surprised at what I see.

Jo was holding a rifle on Dean, who was holding his nose, and Ellen had a handgun pointed at Sam.

"See this is why I told you to wait." I couldn't help but sound 'matter-of-fact.' Hell I told them, but they didn't listen, and I knew how Ellen and Jo were with strangers showing up unannounced.

Four pairs of eyes instantly snap to me. "Hi Ellen," I nod "Jo."

"Hey sweetie, don't mind us, just some guys wandered in, looking to score probably." Ellen narrows her eyes at Sam who was looking back and forth between the 9mm pointed at his face and me, a pleading look in his eyes.

I shrug my bag off, setting it on the table. "They didn't come to steal. I know them. They're Sam and Dean, or dumb and dumber—which is quickly becoming a good replacement."

"Sam and Dean? Winchester?" Her face softens. I nod, confirming.

"Son of a bitch." She mutters.

"Mom, you know these guys?" Jo asks.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys." She lets out a laugh, lowering the gun. Jo slowly does the same. "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo." She gives Dean a smile.

"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean questions, nasally. She fills a hand towel with ice and offers it to Dean, without saying a word.

"Bobby called said you had a case for me. You needed help with something?"

"Yeah," she leans an elbow against the bar. "Demon. Heard he was closing in on it."

"He? He who?"

"John Winchester. I actually called you when he didn't return my calls."

"Ah. I see." Aware of where she kept files, I rounded the bar and slid the file cabinet drawer open. Flicking through the row of folders until I found what I needed. I open the Manila folder and frown. A lot of the writing from these newspaper articles are small. And I don't have my reading glasses. My vision is really good when pin pointing objects or when something's out of place but if it's words? Sometimes I catch hell. Glancing over at the drying rack an idea pops into my mind, and I lift a small shot glass from the rack.

"What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you? How do you know about all this?" Dean demanded.

I slam the drawer closed with my hip. "The same way you do, genius. She's not new to the world of hunters." I circle my way back from behind the bar. I'm rewarded a dirty look from the man.

"I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad, a long time ago. John was like family once." Her lips curl up into a small smile as she reminisces.

"Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you before?" Dean questioned, skeptical. Ellen's response was a mere shrug. "So why exactly do we need your help?"

"What's with mister moody over there?" I glance up from the open folder in my hand to see Jo slinking to stand next to me. She mirrors my position of leaning back against the hard wood of the bar.

"Their dad got off'd by a demon a few days ago," I whisper back, my eyes falling back on the newspaper article. "I'm not sure they know it was a demon though. Dude reeked of sulfur, but I'm pretty sure I was the only one that could smell it." I run the glass, rim-down across the page, the words becoming magnified.

"Have you told them about your 'abilities'?"

"Hell no! I barely know them. The only reason I'm around them is that Bobby wants me to. The old geezer's suddenly scared something's gonna happen to me."

"Well, you are like his daughter Essie." God, I hated when she called me that. "From what you've told me, he doesn't have anyone except you." I huff. I'm getting lectures left and right.

"Ash!" Me and Jo can't help but jump at Ellen's abrupt shout. Ash, who was asleep on the pool table jerks up with a start. Honestly, I'm not surprised I didn't notice him before. I've been coming here for years, and I'm so accustomed to seeing him drunkenly sprawled out, I just consider him furniture. "What? It closing time?" He grumbles, looking around in a daze.

"That's Ash?" Sam questions in disbelief.

"Yep." I walk past him, plucking the thick folder from its spot on the table in front of him before he has time to react.

"He's a genius." Jo smiles, pushing off the bar and walking behind it. I snicker.

"No," I grab the glass of water from the bar and saunter over to where he was. "These guys and I need your help with some info." I slide the water to him, and he looks up at me, his lips spread in a lazy smile. Here it comes.

"Well for you I'll help any way I can, Darlin'." As always, his eyes almost instantaneously fall to my breast. He goes to lean an elbow on the table but, misses and begins to fall until I grab his forearm--steadying him. "See I'm fallin' for you." I can't help but break into a smile at his cheesy flirting.

"Stop flirtin' with Essence and read the damn notes." Ellen scolds, but it's obvious she's amused as well.

"You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie." Dean states.

Ash smiled. "I like you."

"Don't doubt him." I did the same when I first met him, and he shocked the hell outta me. "Just give him a chance." I add.

"Alright. This is about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it." Dean watches as Ash opens the folder and skims through it.

"Come on, this crap ain't real. There ain't nobody that can track a demon like this." Ash scoffs.

"Apparently so, their dad seemed to be able to do it." I shrug.

"There are non-parametric, statistical overviews, prospects, and correlations, I mean, damn!" He wheezes.

"These are omens." A piece of paper catches my eye, I drag my fingers across the lines.

"Basically if you can track these, you won't have much of a problem tracking the demon behind it." I glance up at the boys to see a mixture of both impressed and confused expressions.

"Yeah." Ash nods in agreement. "You know like, crop failures, electrical storms...You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun." he trails off, picking up another sheet.

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me," he ponders briefly. "Fifty-one hours." He stands to leave.

"Hey, man?" Dean stops him.

"Yeah." He turns to face us again.

"I, uh, dig the haircut."

"All business up front, party in the back." I chuckle as he flips his hair and shrugs before leaving the room.

"Hey, Ellen, what's that?" Ellen looks back at the space behind her before looking back at Sam.

"Well, that's Essie's police scanner she left here a year ago and never took it back." I scrunch my face.

"Hey now, first of all, I left it because I got a new one. Secondly, I left it so you could be more aware of what's going on and keep tabs on things."

With Ellen's folder still in my hand, I move over to the bar and slide on the stool next to Sam. "Hey, look at this, " I open the folder and place the first few pages of the article between us. I could see that in big red marker it had written on it:

COUPLE MURDERED

CHILD LEFT ALIVE

MEDFORD, WISC.

"Read over this again. I already did but, I don't have my reading glasses, so my vision is fucked up when It comes to words. You might see something I missed." He nods and grabs the sheets.

I fixate myself with something I have no problem seeing clearly. Photos of the victims, their information, etc.

The bar was all-around quiet. Except for Dean and Jo who were having an indistinct conversation on the farther side of the room, next to the windows.

"So uh," Sam starts. "How have you been. Its been what... five or six years since we last saw each other?" He asks with humor.

"Seven actually," I respond dryly, not lifting my eyes from the photos. "We were freshmen." I flip one and move to the next. "As for me, I've been fine. Grown accustomed to being alone." I murmur adding a shrug, more than likely to keep from visibly cringing at the statement I had unintentionally let slip from my lips. I could hope he hadn't heard me, but I already know he has by the way he's looking at me. Although I've still failed to make eye contact with the guy I can still feel his eyes staring at the side of my face.

"Dean," I call him over, not quite because I wanted too but, I needed to change the subject before it progressed any further. "Come take a look at this." At this statement, Sam leans closer to me, and Dean stands next to me, leaning his body against the bar. I frown at the uncomfortable closeness. "Too fucking close." I shake my head. They both mumble a 'sorry' and put some distance between them and me.

I roll my eyes. "A few murders not far from here Ellen caught wind of. And with my expertise, this damn sure looks like a hunt."

"Since when are you an 'expert' in hunting?" I turn my head towards the eldest and shoot him a harsh glare, before shifting my expression into one of smugness. "Since I saved your tight ass—not once but twice since we met less than a month ago." I slide off the stool and brush past him to the table I left my bag on, but not before gauging the look on his face. I can tell Dean's taken aback by my response at the way his brows furrow deeply. He clears his throat, crossing his arms. "So what's your point?"

"My point, Sweetcheeks, is that we're taking the case." I stuff the folder in my bag and pull out my Mossberg 500 12 Gauge Shotgun. Although I had intended on riding my bike to—what I thought was a nearby town in South Dakota but is actually a town in Wisconsin, I should go and swap out for my truck. Another good reason is the center of what's going on isn't really familiar to me at first mention, so who knows what and how many of it am I going to need to take it out.

"No, absolutely not." He protests. "You're not tagging along with us. Give me the folder." With my instincts, I hear his heavy feet approach me, and I turn, gun in hand. I grip the pump and flick my wrist harshly, gun clicking as it cocks. He immediately stops in his tracks.

"You really wanna try taking it from me?" I tilt my head. He's highly annoyed but shakes his head regardless. "Smart boy." I smile and the bag over my shoulder, shotgun still in my right clutch.

"Now come on," I pat his stubbled face with my hand and walk past him yet again. "Got a lot of work to do."

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I got a Fox!Hux prompt plus a lol writing challenge b3cuase I don't think you've written something like rhis. So, first this piggyback of an idea way back. It's one were Leon was taken by an inspector getting rib of rodents. Instead, of finding him they don't for at next 18 years they assume Leon just died and never was found until Hux smells his scent in a crowd and actually find him. Leon is someone else's pet who are unaware of his human half, But Leon is unaware of who is really is.

Oh my god, I’m shook that someone actuallyremembers those ideas! I’m in love with everything to do with the fox pups soto be asked to write something proper for that beloved au of mine makes mesuper happy! Thank you, darling!

For anyone who wants to read more of thisau, I’ve tagged them all with ‘Little Leon Lost’, but it’s basically just foxHux & human Kylo have a litter of four foxlings (children who arehalf-kitsune so they’re able to shift between a fox form and a human form) andthe youngest of them is taken by pest control and his family are unable to findhim. And for the purposes of this fic, instead of Hux and Kylo having 8 pups, I’llmake it 4, just so they’re easier to keep track of. I’ll pick it up from there!

It’s the day after hischildren’s eighteenth birthday, the morning after happy celebrations, but Huxcan’t find the strength to keep up his ruse.

It’s an early spring morningand he’s out on the balcony of their suburban home, slowly flicking throughtheir family’s photo album. With Kylo being a photographer, the book is filledwith pictures of their pups, all from when they were still tiny babies to onlylast week when they took a short break to the east coast to visit Hux’sbrother, Techie, and his partner and twins. Family time, filled with laughs andlove, but after a week of celebrations for the pup’s birthdays, Hux needs sometime to let his grief show.

He turns the page of the photoalbum and his heart swells with sadness.

It’s a page with photos of hislittle lost pup, the youngest and the smallest of his quadruplets, Leon. Thereisn’t a day that passes where Hux doesn’t think of his beautiful dark hair, orhis sparkling green eyes, or his little fingers clinging onto him, a soft voicewhispering ‘Mama’. The poor pup hasbeen missing for fifteen years, taken by pest control and—and—

“Hux?”

The fox lets out a startledyip as Kylo’s voice brings him out from his thoughts and his warm hands on hisshoulder. His mate sets a cup of tea down on the little outdoor table beforesitting on the adjacent chair, glancing over to look at the pages of the photoalbum.

“He wouldn’t have liked theparty,” Hux says, smiling nostalgically through his tears. “He didn’t like loudnoises, or attention. He would’ve sat in the kitchen and had one of his sisterssmuggle him some cake.”

Hux’s tears drip down, wettingone of the photos, one where Leon is sat atop Kylo’s shoulders looking a littlescared, but both are smiling. It’s almost as if Hux can hear Leon’s laugh; hewas always happiest when he was in Kylo’s arms, protected by his Papa.

“The girls are still in bed,”Kylo says, reaching to take hold of Hux’s hand across the table. “Want to gofor a walk? The air might help. You always liked going out in the air when wefirst met.”

“Almost twenty-three yearsago, Ren. I’m hardly the young, spring fox that I used to be,” Hux scoffs, quietlyremembering how young he and Kylo were when they first met; Kylo was still apup by kitsune years! “But a walk sounds wonderful.”

Elora, Layla and Alana, trueto Kylo’s word, are all still asleep in their bedrooms, all three daughtersseemingly partied-out from theprevious night, so Kylo and Hux sneak past their doors and down the stairs,fetching their coats and boots, and Hux grabbing his hat out of habit, stillsometimes forgetting that his fox ears and tail are no longer visible to humans.A visit family visit years ago to the Scottish highlands had put him in thepresence of a witch, who’d taken slight pity on the kitsune and cast a spell onhim and his pups to make their additional fox appendages vanish withoutaffecting their ability to transform between bodies.

Even now, as Hux puts his hatback on the coat stand, he’s grateful for the witch’s spell, giving him thegift of being able to be Kylo’s husband, be his children’s mother, without havingto be afraid of revealing his fox ears and tail. The same with his daughters;able to be free. If only Leon were here—

The cool spring air isrefreshing, Hux finds, as he walks hand-in-hand with Kylo down their streettowards the centre of town, towards the shops. He lifts his head, relishing inthe feeling of the wind in his face, partly wishing he could switch into hisfox form and just escape the human world for a few hours, maybe give anothersearch through the surrounding forests to look for his lost pup. Just one morelook, he may be there this time, the pest control company may have released himinto the wild—after all this time,Hux still has hope.

“Should we find somewhere tohave breakfast?” Kylo says, tugging Hux’s hand along. “That café you likeshould be open by now.”

“Sure,” Hux nods. His stomachtwists, finding that his grief is still swelling somewhat ferociously. “I’d likethat—”

Hux stops, freezing completely. His skin tinglesand the hairs on his neck stand on end. His fingers twitch and his nostrilsflare. The other early risers in the town move around him like faceless souls,unimportant, bustling to and from the open shops without even noticing that Huxis standing there, still.

There’s a familiar scent inthe air, one that’s haunted him for fifteen years, and it’s so strong that Huxfeels that he may be forcibly changed into his animal body as a result.

“Hey! Hux, Hux, come on, talk to me,” Kylo gentlypats Hux’s cheek, yet the fox doesn’t blink, too busy looking around for thesource of the scent. “What’s wrong?”

“It-it’s him, Ren,” Hux gasps,spinning around to look everywhere. “I can smell him, he’s here, I know it.”

“Who, Hux? You’re scaring me,sweetheart, please.”

“Leon.”

If Hux still had his ears atophis head, they’d be pointed and alert now, though every one of his heightenedsenses is working in overdrive to confirm what he’s known for years; his son is alive.

Hux takes off running throughthe crowd, scampering along and uncaring that he bumps into almost everyone—Kylois quick behind him, though, apologising to the disgruntled public—in absolutedesperation to find the source of the scent. It gets stronger and stronger asthey make their way out of the shopping centre and out across the traffictowards the park. Hux holds his breath as he runs, overwhelmed already, findingit so hard to ignore Kylo’s calls for him to slow down but he has to follow hisheart.

Hux skids to a halt on thegravel path, and it takes Kylo’s hands around his waist to stop him fromcollapsing to the ground.

“Ren…” Hux whispers,practically limp in Kylo’s hold, only managing to find his footing when hehears his mate’s heavy breaths. “That’s…”

“That’s him,” Kylo says, voice trembling. “The-the black stripe.”

Being one of the pups withbrown hair like their father, just like his sister Leyla, Leon’s fox fur had asomewhat thick stripe of black fur that ran down one of his sides from his leftear, a massive difference to the typical all-red fur seen on a wild fox.

And the little fox that’s onthe end of a short leash just up ahead on the park’s dirt path has a very defined stripe along his back, and he’sthe source of the strong scent that’s dragged Hux here.

He isn’t prepared to wait amoment longer to hold his lost pup.

With newfound strength in hislegs, Hux surges forward, stomping along the path with Kylo in close tow, growling, ready to rip the leash fromthe human’s hands. It’s a male and a female, both relatively young, that arewith the little fox; the girl poses for pictures with him whilst the male snapsthe shot, manoeuvring the pup into whatever position she chooses, and he makesno effort to bite or fight back.

“Release him at once,” Hux shouts, continuing his advance. Thecouple turn quickly at the bellowing voice, looking afraid.

“He’s tame!” The girl picksthe fox up, holding him tightly. “He doesn’t bite! He’s allowed on a leash inhere.”

“I’d rather he did bite. At least thenyou’d be able to see the harm you’re causing! Give him to me, now.”

“Rusty is our pet, Mister!” The man steps in front of Hux and the woman, hissunglasses slipping down his nose. Hux wants to punch them off of his face.

“Rusty? Pet! How very dare you!” This time, when Hux yells, Kylotakes hold of his hand.

“What my husband means,” Kylo says, seeing the yellowflicker of Hux’s irises, the warning of his ancient power bring brought forth. “Isthat we used to have fox with the same sort of stripe as that who went missing,and I think he presumes this is him. Where did you find him?”

“They stole him,” Hux growls under his breath, but Kylo hushes him.

“He was at a sanctuary,” thegirl says, bouncing the pup in her arms. “Up north. He was covered in cuts andscrapes when the sanctuary took him in, poor little orphan. They said hismother was likely killed, or that he was abandoned because he was the runt ofthe litter. Apparently he was there for a real long time until we came andsaved him. Rusty has been ours for almost three years now so I doubt he’syours.”

“He’s ours, without a doubt, girl,”Hux says, struggling in Kylo’s hold. “I didn’t abandon him, he was stolen, you fucking—”

“Hey, don’t start gettingaggressive,” the man says, looking at Hux and then to Kylo. “You wanna thinkabout puttin’ him on a leash. Rabid as a dog.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking about it,”Kylo mutters, trying to pull Hux away before he leaps on the couple and takesLeon back by force. “Thanks for your time, guys. We’ll be going now.”

“Ren!”

But Kylo is already pullingHux away and back across the park, fighting the supposed rabid cur with everything to counteract Hux’s unnatural kitsunianstrength.

“Let me go now, Kylo Ren, or else,” Hux shouts, kicking.

“Hux, for star’s sake, we can’tjust snatch him off them! They’d call the police and he’d be taken away from usagain. We’d have to lose him all over again. Would you want that?”

Hux is silent for a fewmoments but then his struggles stop, calmly looking back over Kylo’s shoulderto where the man and woman have resumed posing with the foxling—Leon.

“Then what do we do?” Hux’svoice is calmer now, cheeks paling. “He’s ours,Ren. He’s our lost pup. We can’t leave him, I won’t do it.”

“Ssh, my sun and moon. We’llfind a way.”

Hux melts into Kylo’s arms,closing his eyes and unable to shift the image of his helpless son so unhappyand lifeless in that human’s arms, like he’s been tamed into a mere pet insteadof the boy he’s meant to be. He wouldhave grown up alongside his three sisters, all of whom swore from the beginningto protect their smaller brother, never leaving him out of their games, neverrushing too far ahead when they played in the garden in the fox forms—

Hux’s eyes shoot open, pullinghimself out of Kylo’s hold.

“Do you trust me?” Hux asks.

“Yes,” Kylo smiles, “But not when you have that mischievous lookin your eye.”

“I’m a kitsune. I am a creature of mischief.”

“Oh. I’m so aware.”

“Kylo Ren. Do you trust me?”

“With everything I am.”

“Then do not interfere.”

Hux gives Kylo a final kiss onhis cheek before turning quickly on his heels and making a dash for the huddleof trees and bushes off to the side of the path, disappearing amongst theirgreenery almost instantly, leaving Kylo to watch from the side-lines. Butbefore he can even consider interfering,there comes a short but strong blow of a very warm wind, and Kylo realises Hux’splan.

A streak of orange bursts outfrom the cover of the trees, leaping in strong bounds towards the couple, makingloud growling sounds. Kylo covers his mouth as he watches Hux charge towardsthe couple, tail fluffed out and wafting to give him balance as he runs. Thegirl shrieks, the boy drops his phone, and the foxling cowers in the wake ofthe sudden noise. The leash is Hux’s mouth then, and he tugs and pulls at it tofree it from the girl’s hold, and it isn’t long before the threat of the fox’steeth becomes too much and the girl drops it, fleeing in fear with the boyfollowing with just as much fear.

Kylo takes his coat off as hemakes his way over to the line of trees, to where Hux has already carriedlittle Leon over to. Kneeling in the mud, Kylo crawls underneath the bushes,heart pounding, unable to fathom that his lost son has been found.

“My baby, my beautiful boy,”Hux says, now in his human form, nude except for his coat draped around him. He’scrying, holding the pup close to his chest and nuzzling the top of his head. “Wethought you were gone forever. My darling, Leon. We knew you were strong. Weknew—”

“—We knew you were stillalive,” Kylo says, reaching to stroke behind Leon’s soft fox ear. “We’ve missedyou, Leon. So much.”

But regardless of how much hisparents fuss and cry over him, Leon does not react. He stays pliant in Hux’shold

“Baby, it’s your mother,” Huxsays, lifting Leon up and rubbing his nose against his. “You’re safe now. Youcan change. We can take you home. Your sisters will be so happy to see you. Youcan shift forms now, Leon. Please.”

“Hux.” Kylo places his hand onHux’s leg. “He’s…”

“Don’t, Ren. He knows who heis. He has to. He has to. He’s ourpup.”

“He’s been gone for fifteenyears, Hux. Gone through hell, probably. Been subjected to all kinds, likely, especially living with those two. He won’tremember us.”

“No, no, don’t say that. Of course he remembers us. Don’t. Leon?”

The foxling does nothing.

Fresh tears fall from Hux’seyes, dripping onto Leon’s soft fur. Kylo shuffles closer to them and wraps onearm around his mate and uses his free hand to ruffle behind the foxling’s ears,like he always used to when Leon wasjust a tiny pup and afraid of everything.

But to Hux’s and Kylo’ssurprise, the foxling makes a small whimper and licks the falling tears awayfrom Hux’s cheeks, wriggling as though trying to get free. Doing as he wants,Hux sets Leon down, who wobbles on his feet for a moment before padding softlyover to Kylo, climbing on him, pawing at him like he used to do when he wasasking to be held. Kylo sniffles and picks the pup up, holding him gently inhis arms, and rocks him.

“Little lion,” Kylo says,smiling as he remembers Leon’s namesake. “Our brave one. Even if you don’tremember us, we’ll always love you. Always.”

Kylo looks over to Hux, expectinghis mate to be in tears but, instead, he sees the kitsune’s aura glowing afiery orange, eyes burning with the same yellow as before, bringing his powersto the front of his consciousness. Kylo can’t help but squint, overwhelmed bythe light of Hux’s presence but he manages to see Hux’s soft hands coming tohold Leon, cupping his head in his palms. There’s a flash, Hux’s voice utteringwords that Kylo doesn’t understand, and then an agonisingly deafening silence.

And the weight in Kylo’s armsbecomes so much heavier.

The light fades, sending themback into the shadowy cover of the park’s trees, and the soft whistling of thewind and Hux’s ragged breaths are all to be heard. Kylo blinks; the foxling isno longer in his arms. Instead, there’s a boy.

He’s pale and thin, thoughfaint scarring litters almost the entirety of his soft skin, even one thatcascades over his left eye in an almost identical way to Kylo’s. At eighteen years old, Leon looks just like his father. A mess ofthick, dark hair sits stop his head and both Hux and Kylo know that beneath hisclosed eyelids are the sparkling green eyes that would put the stars to shame.

It’s him. Their son. Leon Ren.

Hux strokes through the boy’shair and, unable to control his sobs, kisses his son’s forehead whilst Kylocuddles him close, covering his naked body with his own coat, resting his cheekatop Leon’s head, closing his eyes, relishing in the feeling of having his sonin his arms again.

“Leon,” Hux says. “Our boy. Thank you.”

#kylux #fox hux #my fox hux!!!! <3 #i'm so so so sorry it got so long but i couldn't stop!!!!!!#m:writing #little Leon lost

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